#monochromatic master

[spicy-moths]

Jealous

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader x Darkiplier | Words: 1910

Warnings: use of "poppet" and "slut", threesome, double penetration, oral (tendril, reader giving) & (reader receiving, non-specific), gag, dubcon, monsterfucking, forced orgasms, dumbification, jealousy, degradation, overstimulation, exhibitionism, unsafe sex, cream pie

MINORS DNI

You always knew Anti was rather openly jealous. He never really tried to hide it. A firmer grip on your waist, an arm around your shoulders, kissing you a bit stronger when people didn’t get the hint. He doesn’t like the idea of someone else checking you out when he can show his appreciation for your looks and body whenever he likes. Enjoys reminding you frequently how you can get a demon to worship on his knees before his deity. Let you get a taste of heaven while he gets a taste of you. 

Dark is far more subtle with his jealousies. He’ll offer you his arm and pout if you don’t take it, kiss your knuckles when you enter the room, or kiss a line up your neck while dancing. While Anti enjoys reminding others of whose you are, Dark likes to live in your mind, making it impossible for you to focus on anyone other than him. Difficult to entertain the advances of others when you’re caught up in the affections of your partner, unable to think about anything other than him. You can always tell when he’s jealous because he becomes the most gentlemanly he possibly can, painting you with soft affections and making you feel like the most loved person in the room. 

But when they both get jealous? Oh that’s how you get fucked.

At this event, there were a few sponsors that were laying it on thick, not deterred by your boyfriends’ usual methods. You had to stop Anti from audibly growling several times, squeezing his hand in time with your breathing to get him to calm down. Dark had to be deterred from using his tendrils to pickpocket them, or making them disappear into the floor through his shadows. Luckily, you managed to escape the conversation and drag the two of them over to the concession table, snacking on little spoons of snobby rich people's food. 

“Feckin’ sticks of gobshite, my gran’mot’er arse could spit better game t’an t’em, an’ she’s long dead…”

“Breathe, lupin.”

Dark stands behind the two of you as Anti glares out at the crowd, holding you against his front with his arms around your waist. Dark’s hand rests on Anti’s shoulder, attempting to rub it soothingly as Anti growls.

“C’mon baby, we don’t have to be here for all that much longer. Just until people are too drunk to notice we’re not here anymore.”

“One may argue that they have long reached that point, angel.”

Anti huffs, squeezing you close to him for a second before getting an idea. He grins, moving his hands up your torso and places his grip on your tits, groping them rather openly. Dark notices as you yelp quietly at Anti’s claws, moving to shield you from view of the room, but doing nothing to stop Anti’s actions. As he passes around you, he in fact smacks your ass with a snicker. You smack Anti’s thigh back as you glare up at Dark, although he simply returns the look with a sadistic grin.

“I think we could possibly make our escape any time now. Don’t you think, rabbit?”

“Feck ye I do.”

Dark grabs your chin, pulling you into a kiss as Anti moves to wrap an arm around your waist, guiding you out of the ballroom. Dark’s arm rests across your shoulders, further barring you from resisting or backing away. All you can manage is trying to keep up with their hurried paces, hiding your blush from onlookers with your hand.

“T’ink ye can be a good poppet fer us? It would be a shame if we had t’ wait until we got home.”

“Here, Anti.”

You’re dragged into a closet, Anti tugging you in with a kiss with Dark shortly behind you. You’re given a moment to breathe before you and Dark are pinned back against the door, with Anti ravaging your neck with bites. Dark’s actions are simpler, working his fingers against the buttons of your outfit, slowly stripping you of your clothes. Your pants are shucked down, Dark lifting you by your waist while Anti kicks them behind him. Your top is quickly made away with as well, tossed to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. 

“Alright poppet, hold still now. Gotta get ye ready.” As you squirm against their holds, Dark’s arm comes across your chest with his other hand clamped over your mouth. Anti hikes up your hips so they hook around his, making quick work of his zipper to his slacks. His hand puppeteers you, sending a tingling sensation up your spine as he relaxes your muscles. Seems like he’s feeling far too impatient for his usual prep work. Dark’s tendrils help him rid himself of his clothes, and you feel his length rub against your ass as you’re pushed back against it. He growls in your ear, a depraved sound that tells you how long they’ve been feeling this jealous. You’re lifted up, allowing the two of them to line up their cocks, pushing in slowly as you take in both of them at once. The pain feels so good, stretching only slightly as your demonic partners use their powers over you to prepare your body for them. Anti is far more eager with his pace, fucking you back against Dark and the door. Dark covers the door in void, soundproofing it and making sure it doesn’t rattle with how hard Anti is going.

“Careful now, our sweetheart isn’t the one being punished here.” “True, but t’ey like it rough. Don’t ye, poppet?” You strain against Dark’s arms holding you against his chest, moaning helplessly from beneath his hand. Anti simply grins as you manage to get a noticeable nod out, kissing your cheek as he hikes up your hips again. Dark pulls you back down, anchoring your feet over Anti’s shoulders with a pair of tendrils. It’s not hard to get you to your first edge, making quite a mess as your boyfriends continue to fuck up into you. 

‘Messy, messy… I thought you’d learn not to make a mess of other peoples’ homes.”

Dark teases, earning him a bite to his hand as you sink your teeth into his palm. He growls, thrusting up a bit harder as he drops you a bit, skewering your organs and making you moan even louder from behind his hand. Anti leans forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he reaches his own climax. All you can manage is a muffled yelp, with Dark chuckling behind you. 

“Couldn’t wait much longer, could you, spark?” “Not when t’ey’re makin’ me lose my fuckin’ mind.”

“See what you’re doing to us, angel? Can’t even resist you, not when you’re grabbing as much attention as you have been.” “Maybe I’ll start grabbin’ yer arse in front o’ ot’er people more often.”

To punctuate his sentence further, his hands grab your ass and grope briefly, claws digging into your skin, but not quite enough to draw blood. He’s still fucking up into you just as hard as before, although Dark has taken more control over the set pace, bouncing you more with the sheer force of his hips. He kisses a line up your neck, sucking marks under your jaw as his arm across your torso moves so he can grab your waist.

“Beautiful angel, don’t worry, you’ll cum again.” “As if t’ey ‘ad a choice.” You whimper, body shaking and thighs squeezing around Anti’s hips. His mouth is dripping with your blood from his bite to your shoulder, making a breathy show of him licking his lips clean. A tendril sneaks its way up, squirming under Dark’s hand and into your mouth. It feels it perfectly, making your eyes roll back as it starts fucking your throat at a similar pace. With his newfound free use of his hand, Dark’s hands grip your hips and begin using you a bit more, making every stroke and thrust feel that much more. 

You cum again around them, clamping down like a vice and nearly stopping their movements. 

“Damn, poppet.” “Nasty slut, wanting us both but unable to take all of it without it leaking out…” You feel Anti’s cum start to leak out of you, not that they don’t try to fuck it back in. Your brain is so fuck-addled at this point, it’s hard to make heads or tails of any sensation that isn’t them fucking up into you, using you just like a toy for their personal pleasure. Dark’s claws dig into your hips, and he groans deep, a rumbling growl as he cums inside you. Anti manages to reach his second edge, their combined climaxes forcing you into your third. Tears stream down your face, choking on the tendril in your mouth. 

They stay buried inside you for a bit as they catch their breath, tendrils slowly receding into the shadows again. Dark inspects the one from your throat as Anti wipes your mouth of the void and drool that threatens to fall down your chin. He kisses away your wines as he glances over at the tendril as well, clearly amused with how tough it’s looking.

“Kinda glad we didn’t skewer ye t’is time. Wouldn’t want my dick lookin’ like t’at, I t’ink ye like it too much fer t’at.” Your brain only allows you to purr out a soft sound at the idea, swallowing the void in your mouth before looking at him sinfully. Dark tilts your head back, kissing you hungrily as he adjusts your hips. You moan into his lips, shaking again from the overstimulation. “Alright angel, on our feet now.” Anti pulls out, watching with lust in his eyes as Dark does the same, their void and source code flowing down your thighs. Without a second thought, he kneels down and laps up the excess with his tongue, kissing your stomach as he stands back up. You blush, whining at his tongue and hiding your face when he stands up again. “No hidin’ poppet, don’t be naughty now when we just got finished wit’ ye.” He pulls your hands away from your face, holding your wrists as you refuse to meet his eye. Dark focuses on his own clothes before supporting your weight again, allowing Anti to clean himself up. You’re lifted up into Dark’s arms, moving your arms around his neck while he kisses you softly. “My sweet love.”

“Don’t kiss ‘em stupid too. Gotta have a brain cell in t’ere somewhere.”

“I think that was long gone the moment they came the first time. Isn’t that right, angel?”

He’s thoroughly amused at your inability to answer him properly, holding your cheek gently with a soft smirk on his lips.

“Alright, gimme t’e poppet so I can get ‘em dressed.”

You’re handed over, and your clothes are glitched back on. Anti makes several goofy faces to get some giggles out of you, carrying you out of the closet as Dark closes the door behind the three of you. Can’t be embarrassed by people putting the pieces together if you’re distracted with cute faces and kisses. You’re unfortunately greeted by a member of staff, who gives you all a look of concern and horror. Anti looks up as Dark just looks sheepish.

“Oops?”

“Uhhh- bye!”

He glitches the three of you home, leaving that poor waiter to try and figure out the heathen acts you just committed in that closet.

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MASTER OF ME

SUMMARY sylus purchases a kitten hybrid from an auction and dotes on her very, very well.

WARNINGS kitten hybrid, pet play, collars, leash, nipple play, clit play, mirror sex, explicit smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, master kink, language, overuse of the kitten petname, riding, clawing, possessive behaviour, slight humiliation and degradation, sylus is soft for his kitten

DAWN SAYS couldn't stop thinking about sylus and his fave kitten hybrid ...,....,,,. so now you all have to suffer with me ,,,, inspired by this post

"Who do you belong to, kitten?"

Your thighs burned with the effort to keep yourself upright, your vision going blurry from how heavenly his thick cock felt rutting against your gummy, slick walls.

"Mhm," you moaned, arching your back, the tinkling chime of your collar accompanying the sloppy symphony of your bodies meeting together in carnal bliss.

Sylus was brutal with his ministrations, one hand wrapped around the bubblegum pink leash clasped to your pink diamond-studded collar; the sight of his engraved name on the tag shining in the moonlight filling him with a sick surge of masculine pride.

"Come on, kitten," he goaded, leaning in to run his tongue under the line of your collar, making you shiver. "Answer me. Who do you belong to?"

The sound of your heavy breathing and his ragged grunts shattered the quiet of his bedroom air, the dark shades of his monochromatic lair absorbing the sins of both your ecstatic bodies; making you feel like he was claiming you right in the belly of the beast.

He pushed your head down into the mattress, leveraging on your supine position to dick you down harder. The slap slap slap of his balls hitting your ass resounded around the room, reminding you of how much you belonged to him.

Body, soul, mind.

Sylus Qin owned every inch of you.

He moved his lips to your ear, your tawny tips twitching at the sensation of his hot breath caressing the sensitive flaps.

"Please," tears thickened your voice, and you fisted the black silk sheets, holding onto them for dear life.

Despite being unable to see him, you heard the smirk in his tone when he deepened the angle, hitting a spot inside of you which made your knees buckle.

"Sweetie, I think you can do better than that."

The thick trunk of his arm wrapped around your neck, using it to hoist you up, and your resistless gaze landed on the mirror across the bed.

Intending to rub your humiliation in your face and remind you how helpless you were without him, Sylus pinched your cheeks together with his other hand, forcing you to watch the way his slick cock pounded into your willing pussy; stretching the muscles tightly around his thick, meaty girth.

The tip of his cock hitting your G-spot made you mewl, your claws catching in his arm around your neck. But, Sylus didn't mind the pain. Those wounds would heal anyway, and besides, he was much more focused on making his sweet little kittie cry.

"Be good and tell me—" he grunted, emphasizing each word with a heavy thrust of his hips. "Who. Do. You. Belong. To. Kitten?"

Once upon a time, that question would've made you bristle and sink your claws into the closest jugular; reminding of the conditions you were brought up in before you were purchased during an underground auction by the one and only elusive leader of Onychinus.

Shrouded in mystery and long regarded as an urban legend, the sight of his blood-red eyes and the smirk upon his pale lips made you shrink back in horror.

That was until he stroked your head and your ears, running his fingers down your back while murmuring in his low, soothing baritone that, "I am not going to hurt you, kitten."

Slowly, you began to warm up to him. The horrors you led as a hybrid stolen from a Linkon City lab faded into the recesses of your rare nightmares; your life as Sylus’s precious lap kitten the only one you recognized.

The sight of his large palm trailing down your body, straight to your core, made you clench down on him in anticipation.

Shit... Sylus choked down on a curse, fighting to retain his self-control.

He knew you could force a kitten to do what you want, but you could always entice her with a tempting treat.

"Does that feel good, kitten?" The caress of his warm breath against your neck tingled your skin, nipples puckering from the sensation.

Mhm... your teary moans gave way to sharp mewls when he started to rub your clit in tandem to his blunt mushroom cock head hitting your sweet spots.

"This pussy loves me so much... can you hear her purr?"

Sylus clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans so you were forced to listen to the wet sounds of your walls sucking him, spitting him out, drooling over his length.

Such a lewd display made you dizzy with lust, your claws stabbing harder into his arm, making him bleed.

"Oh, kitten. My helpless, sweet, little kitten..." He pressed his lips to your ear, letting you hear every filthy moan, every ragged, hitched gasp as he fucked deeper into you.

"I'm going to devour you, my sweet one. Tame you. Tease you. Until you finally admit you're mine."

Your whimpers were fuel for him to double down on his brutal pace, his fingers digging into your waist with a bruising force.

Sylus cursed under his breath when your walls tightened around him, the sight of your obvious submission reflected back from the gilded, black mirror; the sight alone edging you closer to the point of no return.

Like what you see, kitten? Do you love belonging to me?

The scent of your sweet musk burned his nose.

You were the sweetest sin melting on his tongue.

Sylus slid his fingers around the slippery little bud between your legs, the sloppy circles forcing your eyes to roll back into your skull; your thighs twitching and abdomen tensing.

The scent of your impending release tantalized the tip of his tongue, and with a cruel smile, he let you dance right towards the edge, encouraging you to cling to the lip of your first orgasm of the day.

"Master," your hitched gasp of his honorific drew a flame of possessive flame flickering in his chest. "I–I'm close... so close..."

Dropping his fingers down to his side and effectively leaving you hanging, Sylus ignored your paltry gasp of despair, snickering quietly as he slowed the roll of his hips. Intentionally denying your toe-curling orgasm.

"Master..."

Your puffy lips puckered into a pout, those pretty eyes shining with fustration.

In one smooth motion, Sylus slid out of you, the sensation of gaping emptiness where your cunt was once stuffed with him making you cry out, grinding your teeth.

Turning you onto your back with the cockiness of a man who controlled every aspect of your pleasure, Sylus’s crimson eyes burned with an intense, sadistic glee.

He shoved you down to the floor, onto your knees, and spread his toned thighs, beckoning you closer with a tug of your leash.

"You know how much I hate it when you deny me, kitten," the fall of his silvery locks across his face gave him a rougueish air. He grinned, jutting his chin at his stiff cock that was coated from base to tip in your arousal. "As punishment, I want you to pleasure me and think about how much you're denying me as much as I am denying you."

Your stubby tail twitched, and you sucked on your sharp teeth, debating if you should disobey him and pleasure yourself.

As if he anticipated what you might do, Sylus shot you a glare.

"I dare you to do anything funny, kitten. Defy me, and I will make sure to edge you for the remainder of this session with that 20-inch dildo you hate. Is that what you want?"

The loathing you had for that toy was enough to deter you from acting out, your ears drooping docilely.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Sylus exhaled a chuckle, his mood switching as he rubbed your ears affectionately. "I know my sweet girl will never disobey me. Isn't that right, kitten?"

Your answer was given in the form of your lips hovering over his weeping tip, your tongue darting out to lap at the treacly precum dribbling down his length in clear drops. The flavor of his musk and skin saturated your taste buds, making your insides clench down with unadulterated desire.

Sylus didn't have to ask you twice—his good kitten was trained to please him at the snap of his fingers.

Eagerly, your hot mouth swallowed him, bringing his cock to the back of your throat where the bitter taste of his cum nearly made you gag. But, Sylus clasped his hand around your neck, forcing you to keep him there; to not choke on and disappoint him.

Blinking your watery eyes, you moaned, the sound muffled from his thick length cutting blocking your airway, his fingers tightening around your throat.

"Mhm, mhm."

This blatant show of dominance and the slight degradation in his smug smile made you clench down hard on thin air; your hips shunting in circles as if seeking a cock to sink down on.

Your cheeks puffing, full of his cock, made something in his chest twinge.

Sylus didn't care for your claws sinking in his thighs, the stinging pinch blurring the lines of pleasure and pain in his mind.

The sight of your pretty lips stretched around his cock, tongue running over his thickset balls, sucking on the plump tip of his flushed and leaking head, was enough to make Sylus renounce any gods in favor of worshipping you for the rest of his life.

"Oh, kitten." Shaky fingers threaded through your hair, this blip in his composure boosting your cocky arrogance.

"Does it feel good, Master?" You mouthed around his cock, "Do you feel good?"

Sylus grunted, lost in the pleasure to notice you were mimicking his earlier teasing.

In one swift movement, your perception changed from staring up at him, to being on your back, face-to-face with his boastful smirk.

Sylus grabbed your wrists in one hand, showing off his strength by keeping them pinned above your head, while his other palm wrapped around your throat, tightening around your custom collar.

He didn't need to glance between your thighs to know his cock was breaching past your tight muscles; your thighs shuddering like an electric current was running through them.

"Master!"

You gasped; back arching, hips circling and nipples tightening. Holding him closer, you clung to him like a vine to a tree that was being rocked apart by a hurricane, unyielding in your dependency on him.

Rather than chastising you for your impertinence, Sylus responded in kind, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Pausing to take a moment, he kissed your ankles and shins, before sliding deeper into your warm and welcoming cunt, a groan of ecstasy falling from his parted mouth.

The raunchy squelching of your bodies meeting together in such erotic intimacy was second to your flow of moans, which grew pitchier and more heated the faster he began to thrust in-and-out of you.

Sylus removed his hand from around your throat to grab your thighs, holding you open. The sight of your pretty tits jiggling with every punishing thrust was the stuff of his lewd dreams, and unexpectedly, he bent his head close, tonguing your sensitive and pert nipples.

Fuck—you're so sensitive. He bit down on the turgid points, nibbling on them like a cat roughing around it's favorite toy.

But, he knew you could take the pain, take his punishments; you were always his perfect, pretty kitty.

Sylus trailed one hand to your swollen and puffy clit, rubbing it in tandem to his punishing strokes.

"Say it, kitten."

Stars pressed behind your closed lids. Every line in your body was taut with the release you were fighting to hold back, waiting for his permission to let go of the tension he's been simmering in your body since an hour ago.

Sylus was nothing if not meticulous in his dark compulsions, expertly dragging out the ache to not give you what you want.

You're so close you can almost taste it, yes? He taunted you, tweaking your sensitive clit, enjoying how your body heaved and shook.

Sylus moved his fingers to your pointed nipples, twisting them with enough sadistic glee to bring tears to your eyes.

You yelped, "Master!" and he chuckled darkly, hooded crimson eyes locked on the sway of your hips struggling to fuck him back.

"Please." Syrupy. Desperate. "Please let me cum."

He chuckled throatily. "Nuh-uh. Not until you tell me what I want to hear."

Your independent streak was no match for his tenacious desire to own every inch of you.

Giving up your willpower for a taste of his reward, you squeezed your eyes shut, thrashing your head from side to side as you choked out your admittance:

"You. I belong to you, Master Sylus."

The curve of his grin cutting through the thin skin of your throat belied his tender nuzzling.

Your entire confession sparking his desires to watch you come undone for him and him alone.

"Good girl," he drawled in his husky baritone, releasing your wrists so you could tangle your hands in his hair.

Drawing you impossibly closer, Sylus's large palms spanning around your waist tilted your lower body, forcing you to take every heavy thrust. Despite the brutal treatment, your pussy withstood the hard-driving surge of his hips; hearts in your eyes from his bruising ministrations.

Sweat dripped down your back, staining his ebony sheets, and you turned your blurry gaze to the ceiling, surprised to find a latest addition to his bedroom.

Sylus playfully nipped your jaw, sensing your distraction.

"Do you like it? Do you like this mirror I installed for us, kitten?"

Your breath lodged right in your throat, your burning eyes unable to tear away from the sinful sight unfurling before you.

The view of his broad back roped with stacks upon stacks of muscles undulating under your paws drew your awe. The red lines from your claws digging into his pale skin created a stark contrast to the bruises in the shape of his mouth littering your neck like sensual, possessive marks.

From this angle, you could plainly see him thrusting into you, the languid roll of his hips fucking you so obscenely filling your head with delirious delight.

You love this, baby? Fuck, I can feel you squeezing down on me so good.

His tongue traced a path from your neck to your jaw, ending at your lips as his final destination.

Sylus wanted this sensation of pleasure to last for days; where you could feel him every time you walked, sat or breathed.

Use me, baby. He nipped your lower lip. I'm all yours to be used.

Your feral instincts took over and you straddled his lap, hovering your wet pussy over his throbbing dick.

Your lover and Master arched a brow at your boldness, his hands slotting naturally onto your hips.

"So, is this how you want to play?"

He hissed, throwing his head back when you controlled the motions, sinking down on him inch by delicious inch. Sylus hadn't expected his dick to be so fucking sensitive.

Oh, fuck, you feel so good, his shaky exhalation boosted your pride.

Move, baby. I need you to move.

Sylus bucked his hips, fucking into you impatiently from below.

His eyes locked onto the ceiling mirror, taking in the sight of your sweet body sitting pretty on his dick, riding it like you only had one chance in your nine lives to make him proud.

Sylus grabbed your leash, using it to guide your rutting hips. He loved how you choked whenever he tugged on it too hard, a smirk etched on his handsome face.

Master...

He knew what you were going to say before you could even say it.

Of course, he did.

Sylus knew his kitten better than anyone else.

"Go ahead, darling. I want you to cum."

A twitch of your hips; your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Shit, I'm coming—he cursed, tightening his grip around your leash, forcing your head back, his hips stuttering as his orgasm blazed through him.

Sylus nudged you off his dick, using his hand to jerk himself off, groaning at the streaks of white decorating your belly. The last rope of warmth shoots from his spasming head, spurting onto your spent pussy.

Using one dextrous finger, he coated it in cum, swiping off the excess and bringing it to your lips.

"You're too good for me, sweetie," he hummed, eyes darkening when you lapped at his cum-coated finger obediently.

Nuzzling your face into his palm, you practically purred, draping yourself across his chest as you stretched your limbs, the deepset engraving on his name on your collar's pendant stirring his dark, possessive feelings further.

"I liked the little touch with the mirror," you murmured, turning your face slightly to catch the reflection of your slick and naked body atop of his.

Sylus tightened his arms around you, his laughter trailing off into a low growl.

"Anything for my sweet kitten."

His voice softened, tips of his fingers grazing your cheek. A silent I love you he wasn't ready to say just yet.

You might belong to him wholeheartedly, but in this moment, Sylus was as much yours as you were inexplicably his.

a/n: oh to be living a life as sylus's lap kitten, i need to be her STAT

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Indulgence

Darkiplier x AFAB!Reader | Words: 1312

Warnings: use of “sir”, “master”, “pretty girl”, “angel”, unsafe sex, fingering, exhibitionism, dumbification, markings, monsterfucking (horns, tendrils, claws), mild bondage, oral (fingers), size kink, mild possessiveness, praise kink

MINORS DNI

“Hello, my dear.”

Dark steps up behind you, a hand on your waist as he pulls you away from your dusting. He tries to keep his grip light, not wanting to alarm you and end up with you accidentally stomping on his foot again.

“S-Sir! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you!”

Your posture stiffens, also your concerns are quickly soothed by a hand rubbing your hip and a kiss to your forehead. A small chuckle passes his lips as you lean on him more, his larger frame blocking you from view of the rest of the empty corridor.

“It’s alright, darling. I just wanted to say my greetings as I was passing through.”

His words are sweet, yet his hand going up your skirt to grab your ass implies other feelings towards you. It’s difficult to not feel how he’s filling out his slacks, your squirming certainly not helping.

“My dear, would you allow me a quick indulgence? I will let you go back to your work afterwards.”

He turns you to face him, his eyes black with need and his composure very quickly failing. Horns sprout from his forehead and the shadows begin to writhe beneath your feet. You back against the wall, nodding nervously as a hunter’s grin spreads across his lips.

“Good girl. Hold onto me as much as you need.”

His hands grip the underside of your thighs, pushing up your skirt as he pins you against the wall with his hips. His lips move across your jaw, biting hickeys against your bottom lip until you let his tongue inside. Your hands graze along the curved horns, gripping tighter as he adjusts his own on your hips. His fingers find their way inside you easily, grinding his thumb against your clit to make your hips buck into his hand. They’re rough, pumping in and out of you quickly in hopes of you being better prepared to take what he desperately desires to provide. You can’t help but feel the glee of how heated he’s gotten you so fast as he grins against your skin.

“That’s right, moan for just me, sweet thing. Your voice in my ear, panting with how much you need me. Because you do need me, don’t you?”

“Ye-s-ss-ir-!”

“Good, very good. Just be your master’s pretty girl and everything is alright.”

His honeyed words melt into your skin as it’s hard to think about anything other than the large man fingering you against the wall. His mouth moved down your neck, marking more hickeys against your clear skin, something you know he will admire later. His fingers crook up into you at just the right angle and everything falls apart, the strong coil being wound up tight snapping all at once. You tighten your grip on his horns, biting his neck to let out your moans just to get a deep growl in return. His hand only stops when you beg him to, him pulling back to let you breathe. Dark admires his fingers, coated in your arousal before making a display of licking each finger clean, making sure you’re watching his rather lewd gesture. A glance down at his cock and he looks painfully hard, with your climax having made a mess all over his crotch.

“Messy girl, it’s alright. Still have to get my indulgence from you.”

“Wh-at wa-s tha-t then-n-?”

“A little sweet treat so as to not spoil my appetite.”

His hands move to your top, unbuttoning it and exposing your chest for him. He bites more marks into your skin, a harsher one over your heart making it pound out of your chest as your legs continue to shake. His actions are possessive, acting like people are watching when you know damn well no one is even in this part of the manor right now. He stands again, adjusting your top to frame your chest properly before spinning you around and shoving you into the window. Your hands brace themselves against the glass, his hands moving you to put you on display. As his hands move down your body, two tendrils slide their way up your legs, twisting together behind your back and forcing your hands to continue to grip his horns. Utterly and completely relying on him for balance. With his hands now free, he fishes himself out of his slacks, grinding against your thigh for a moment before pushing in. You know he made himself bigger, his monstrous tendencies making it far easier to fuck you dumb at his will. One hand stays at your hip, the other tracing his fingers along your folds, bringing them to your lips.

“Open now.”

He thrusts you onto his fingers as you accept his digits, moaning around them as his fingertips trace around your tongue. Your eyes open to the outside world through the window, blurred by the intense amount of pleasure being pounded into you. The tendrils around your legs adjust the angle, lifting your feet off the ground as his cock slams up into you, ripping a squeal from your mouth as you writhe against him.

“Pretty girl, you’ll sing for me, won’t you angel?”

You frantically nod, feeling his breath behind your ear fade into soft kisses down your neck. Despite how rough he is with his pace, his other touches stay gentle, as he knows every part of your body and how he loves seeing it all out for him. You shutter out a breath as he removes his fingers, smirking at the saliva you’ve coated them in.

“Nasty little thing, can’t keep all that wetness to yourself, can you?”

You’d smack him if you had the chance, as if he had not been teasing it out of you since he walked up behind you. But you can’t focus on that for much longer as you feel the cant of his hips begin to get more desperate, grinding up more against you. You squeeze around him, walls fluttering as a depraved growl echoes in your ear.

“Careful dear, this is supposed to be quick.”

Through your deliriousness, you almost laugh, knowing that those little things are all it takes for his remaining composure to snap. His hands run up your stomach, holding you closer to him, grabbing everywhere he sensibly can. His hands shift claws, digging into your soft flesh as his noises become animalistic, biting your neck as he cums into you.

The sensation is cold, pressing you up against the glass as he pumps himself into you. You feel the chill of his void leak out around his cock, dripping out of you and onto your legs. His climax sends you into yours, shaking around him with your cunt tight and fluttering around his length. Dark keeps his cock in you as you both regain your surroundings a bit, eventually pulling out and setting you down on your feet, facing him. His hair is stuck to his forehead, dripping with sweat as his soaked dress shirt leaves very little to the imagination. You lick your lips at the sight of his dick, although a finger tilts your chin up to look him in the eye.

“Angel? Are you there?”

Dark looks out of breath, but can’t help but look at you with utter adoration. He looks utterly disheveled, still meeting your lips in a softer kiss. His arm wraps around your waist as you nearly fall over, shaking his head as you go boneless in his grip.

“Is that a no? No angel for me to kiss?”

He lifts you into his arms as you giggle, putting himself away as he walks towards the nearest available bedroom for a bit of clean up. He keeps your attention with kisses to your cheeks and nose, realizing that his quick indulgence is probably going to turn into an afternoon and evening of cuddling and aftercare. Oops.

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Master - Beach Style Bedroom Inspiration for a large coastal master bedroom remodel with a light wood floor and a brown floor, white walls, and no fireplace

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what a blunder!

prompt!!! Arlecchino personally deals with your unwanted marriage proposal in her own unique way.

content!!! fem!reader x arlecchino, SFW, impatient arlecchino, violence mentioned, marriage proposal, possessive arlecchino

note!!! "Farlahr" is a made up character for the sake of this ficlet. The Doctor here is NOT Dottore. something about arlecchino tweaking and losing a few screws is so hot to me so here you go girls this one is for my strap on arlecchino riders 🙏 im so normal

"He told me that if I consider him as my betrothed, I would be set for life." You smile up at her, albeit nervous. "Huh? Oh— Where are you going?"

Long empty corridors could carry even the faintest whispers. The moon peeks from the shadows, it's serene light softly caressing the harbingers figure— still, quiet, tensed. Her heels clang echoing all throughout the corridor, her gaze that was pinned straight forward seemed to pierce through the thick air surrounding the atmosphere.

Long empty corridors could carry even the faintest whispers, and Arlecchino failed to notice she started to hear her uneven breathing.

Peculiar. Truly peculiar..

"Right this way, Ma'am." Arlecchino set her gaze towards the head butler, greeted with the sight of a tensed figure in return. The head butler winces, stammering on his words. Was she glaring? She doesn't know. That's not important. She's needs to get through the door. "I- I will inform the Master of your arrival—"

"That will not be necessary." Her sultry voice cut through his words. "We have been long collaborators, a reunion shan't wait too long."

Her monochromatic figure heaves a soft breath, looking blankly towards the excessively pretentious door, it's sheer size looming over Arlecchino's figure— the entrance towards an office.

Eloquent and graceful, although her lips were painted with a polite smile, the person before her couldn't tell if the crimson woman was brewing something from within. The Knave was calculative and perceptive, an expert at keeping herself cold despite the scorching flames imbedded within her. The man kept his gaze at the floor, lacking the courage to even contest her gaze.

Those eyes, terrifying crimson hued crosses that could mess with your head tried to dare his optics to even catch a small gaze. Staring into them was ill advised indeed. The butler knew this for his heart was racing, and what added to the cold sweat undeniably trickling in his jaw was that Arlecchino stood unnervingly still— as if contemplating something under deep thought. Before anything could be done, Arlecchino firmly gripped the mansion door's handles in a few momemts, swinging it open with great force.

There had always been an air of nobility in Arlecchino's presence. As soon as she stepped foot into Farlahr's office, the doctor stood up in shock, startled.

"Please, excuse my abrupt visit, Doctor." Arlecchino deliberately spat out the title, a composed smile tugged at her lips. Farlahr's eyes widen at the sight of her monochromatic elegance painting his mansion floors with her presence.

"You're not too busy, I presume? Do let us catch up, I insist— I truly do." It was way beyond the wee hours of the night, the breeze was cold and unforgiving, and the doctor could feel it crawling up his spine. The Harbingers assertive words leave no room for arguments. As if there was an invisible wind from the room, forcing every bit of his movements to bend at her own will.

"I admit that it's quite off fashion to visit at this hour empty handed, Lord Harbinger." The man chuckled in an attempt to disperse the growing tension in the air. He swings his hands— decorated with glimmering stones to mask his nervousness. The woman quickly responded.

"I won't be empty handed for long."

"Pardon, Lord Harbinger?"

Arlecchino doesn't clarify any further, but directs her unwavering gaze to him. Dark, piercing. It was like a warning, a ticking bomb for the doctor to diffuse except there seemed to be no signs of dismissal any time soon.

His crisp smile quickly dropped.

"...I merely jest." Farlahr quickly followed up, as if it was the most amusing joke in the world. Arlecchino doesn't seem to share the same opinion, as her expression stood the same. Whatever The Knave came here for, he doesn't know just yet. And if he fails to catch on, Farlahr just might lose something. His head fell from the deep crevices of his panicked mind falling into one topic he suddenly could bring up as distraction.

With their history of collaborative partnership of 13 years, Arlecchino didn't have a single problem in regards to the business and it's contributions to the House of Hearth. Arlecchino didn't care for his obsessions with women and adulterous activities, the poised lady simply stood her ground due the information the Doctor withheld about the history of medical fallacies and treatments alike.

Arlecchino's rigid gaze quickly looked relaxed, unbothered. Her voice had voice lowered and her arms and legs sit crossed.

"I came here to offer a deal."

"And that is?"

It was no surprise to Arlecchino that Farlahr was a worldly man. Riches to riches, he has re-married at least three times and he's proud of that. Arlecchino didn't bother to comprehend his thought process. She believes that his brain was processed waste ideally converged with multiple nerves. His body reeked of metals, teeth gleaming brightly with silver. She kind of wishes she could rip it all out of his jaw..

"You will retract your marriage proposal." Arlecchino starts, "And I say this, your wealth, status, and people— all safeguarded as per usual."

Farlahr was taken aback by the sudden demand. He doesn't know if her statement stemmed from concern for his safety or a wake up call to his unethical hobbies. The opportunist in him say the opposite, it says that maybe you are some sort of leverage in this world— so valuable that even the 4th Harbinger of then fatui would personally come and abolish his plans of marrying you.

But the curiosity of his consciousness gnaws it's way out of his lips, asking one particular question.

"You disapprove of my wife and I?"

How disgusting. Utterly repulsive. Its almost an offense to your whole existence to be called a wife to someone as repugnant as him. The monochromatic grace managed to suppress her disgust by responding in a more poignant tone.

"Ah, forgive me." Arlecchino very slowly tilts her head, eyes unblinking. She effortlessly stands up from her seat, her coat elegantly swaying with her refined and poised movements, breath light as a feather— a shadow cast on her face.

"But I don't disapprove of your proposal, pig." In a moment, there was a switch in her tone. Her pointed high heels shoes dragged themselves against the expensive velvet carpet, dreaming to at least peirce through the back of a certain crisp, fragile cranium. With every step closer Arlecchino gets, the more Farlahr's heart pounds in his chest, daring to jump off.

She raises a hand and firmly places them on his shoulder.

"...I forbid it."

Serenity was all that could be described throughout the night. And you, as a person of idle leisure in the evening, appreciated the tranquil breeze that brush past your cheek. A soft sigh escapes your lips, falling into deep thought. What is there to do? With the last 28 hours you were given to decide on an answer, you're left quite bewildered. Tapping your fingernails on the terrace by muscle memory, your train of thought was disturbed when you head familiar foot steps behind you.

You turn around to see a sight of dignified beauty, standing before your sleepless eyes. Arlecchino's presence, despite the abruption, quickly calmed your disgruntled nerves down.

But something was wrong. Before you could ask about the residual crimson stains on her cheek and darkened hands, she speaks in a tone softer than any voice you've heard her.

"If I may ask, my dove, could you marry someone with an absent ring finger?"

Wow. What a random question. Completely uncalled for. Maybe the ungodly hours of the night got to her? Despite the conspiracies flowing through your mind, you try hard to think of an answer.

"Hmm. I should rephrase that. Could you marry a man with no fingers?" Arlecchino ponders out loud, "Despite a marriage contract, you must need a ring to put on his finger, right? Quite a shame, really.."

"No, I don't think so. Wedding rings are to be put on ring fingers, if I recall correctly."

"That's a relief." You raise a brow, completely lost. You gaze at Arlecchino, a subtle triumphant look paints her expression, her fingers play around with her numerous rings that sit comfortably on her fingers. Taking one out, she approaches your figure.

"May I embrace you, my lady?" Suddenly, the Harbingers sultry voice was sullen, sulking. My, what's up with this woman? A moment ago she shows up with (possibly) blood around her person, and now she's asking for sudden physical contact? After just a consonant of the reply 'Yes' was uttered, Arlecchino quickly took you in her arms, embracing you deeply— taking in your presence wholely.

"How I wish I could rid you the scent of that swine." She loosens her grip for a moment, putting a stray hair strand behind your ear. All this feels like a fever dream.. you remember that just mere hours ago, Arlecchino's face looked grim and unpleasant when she received news of your sudden proposal— her reaction left you perplexed. You thought it would be a good idea since Farlahr was a good business partner of hers, why the grim expression?

You pat her back comfortingly. Before you could say anything, Arlecchino quickly lets go of you, standing perfectly straight. Her face once again unreadable— she speaks in a calm and collected manner.

"That fool said that if you'd marry him, you would be set for life." She recounts, almost irritated. Arlecchino's crimson crosses gaze was away from you, but hands traced their way back to your arms, carefully holding them in hers. Her thumbs brush the back of your hands affectionately, with tenderness and care in her voice. Arlecchino's knee made contact with the floor, and her hands delicately handled yours as if they were the most precious thing in the world.

"You must marry me. All he could offer you, I could provide tenfold."

All of the sudden, the wind started to pick up, and the ethereal lady before you never looked so grand. Her monochromatic hair danced with the cool breeze, and her crimson eyes looked from above, transfixed on your figure. Your throat felt like there was too many words you could spit out in one go, and you were terrified that you'd ruin the atmosphere by stammering over your words.

"Marry me so you are mine to gratify. This is a promise I can keep, unlike that farce. Even at your grave, my everlasting flames will be buried with you in the dirt where you lay— in turn that you will never freeze from the cold kiss of death." The Harbinger adds, tenderly placing a peck on your knuckles. Her gaze could contest even the eyes of Archons at this very moment, possessing full confidence that upholds the standards of her capabilities.

Compared to her, what could a limbless man offer you?

my dumbass just woke up and decided to edit it a bit cus I was writing this at like, 3AM LMAOO, hello (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) its me again, just dipping my toes in the water to see if I could still write 🤔

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Transitional Bedroom - Master

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