#uhhhhh mood?

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[butchvii]

[lemonlurkrr]

Its an odd thing to go “it’d be less effort to just draw catboy twi again than go looking through my blog to find the og post”

[mbirnsings-71]

Day 1 of writing 400 words Daily in an attempt to finish any of my WIPs before the end of the year- Went way over my goal by writing 1.2k words- Boys this is a hell of a time for me-

[witch-sweets]

The silly thoughts took over so here's an angsty Animatic

I'm really proud of how this turned out1!1!1!1!

Also here's the thumbnail i made for yt-

[epicdogymoment]

drew this in my notes forgot about it and saw it when i was closing apps. and laughed in real life

[spearxwind]

fellas if I dont get called into work by the end of the week the next two weeks im gonna open up commissions <33

gonna try to have a bunch of options and maybe even a google forms to process orders?? we'll see

[ashton-ryder]

// int. loft #905 quarantine suite 2, room 2 - morning. 24th march. @pxtitxrosx

The moment the 48-hour quarantine was lifted, pretty much everyone quickly vacated the rooms they've been locked up in to escape the growing cabin fever, the outside team locked up together due to the lack of space and influx of new survivors, all still under the watchful eye of Val. Ash himself bunkered down with some of the people that were outside of the building; he wished he had the time to grab a book or something before they got locked up but their entrance back into the building had been a lil.. chaotic and dire. At least the company was good, thanking the universe that Ruth was okay, Aggie stuck mostly to Jer silent throughout the two days, and Jer- it's always nice being with Jer. Even though they mostly spent it separated in silence, resting and recuperating after the shitty day they all had.

Ash had let everyone else in their suite peter off first while he still sat on the bed in the room alone, not really too desperate to get out and meet other people just yet even with the temptation of breakfast, and he doubt anyone would really be looking for him anyways. His shoulder burned more than usual from the inside while every other injury seemed to be on mend, his left shoulder had always been the stubborn one even after 5 years, hoping to sort this out before he trudge down those flight of stairs back to his own apartment, eager to just give the breakfast a miss. He simply popped a few anti-inflammation pills Ruth gave him, pulling off one side of his sweater to redo the loosening shoulder brace, "-sh fuck," he muttered to himself with a hiss, using his one good hand to retighten the straps, struggling to reach behind.

"Yeah I'll be out of your hair soon Val-," Ash felt another present come into the room but with his back facing the door he could only assume who until he turned around to see Charlie by the doorframe. He didn't really know what to say to her after not being able to say anything to her for so long. Instead he just pulled his gaze to the floor, and dropped his hand, mentally prepared whatever wrath was coming his way, quietly murmuring, perhaps she's just looking for her brother, that's the more likely case anyways, "Jer went upstairs already." Felt weird and almost sore to say, with the Roses always having lived on the same floor. Her oncoming words can't hurt more than his fucking shoulder right now, or it might, he couldn't be sure.

[zimthesilly]

Cringe king? Oh, no no no you don't understand... I am the CRINGE GOD!!!

[forestshadow-wolf]

Might I interest you in some more angst, perhaps?

Cw: Major character death

This audio

Imagine soap died while on a mission with ghost, and ghost wasn't able to save him. Ghost enters a kind of mindless dazed sort of state due to shock. He completes the mission and returns to base.

It's raining when he gets back. Ghost isn't really sure what to do anymore, usually soap dragged him off to do their routine together. He was still in full gear when price found him soaking wet, in the wooded area near the back of the base.

Price isn't sure if simon is speaking to him or himself but he hears, "see the rain is nice, but.. gee I don't really like getting wet." And price grimaces.

And then he sees ghost come back to himself just a tiny bit. Because simon looks at him and goes, "w- what in the world?" He seems confused. "No I- I went under the trees. It's- it's still raining." And a look of confused anger crosses his face before it goes back to perplexion. "Why is it still raining? I did what I was supposed to?" And it's then that price can see tears begin to slip from Simon's eyes, and he sobs, "that's not fair." And Price gathers him up into his arms as simon cries.

And it isn't. It isn't fair that his Johnny is gone. It's not fair that he just broke into his life, fixed him, made him feel alive again, and then just leave. It's not fair that he lived and Johnny dies. It's not fair that Johnny isn't there anymore to teach simon how to be simon again. It's. Not. Fair. He can't just be... gone. He can't. He can't. He can't.

[greenwriterplaidbow]

screaming crying throwing up because I have had zero time to write this week

sorry yall it'll be a minute before I'm done with anything

[qwq14]

"suicidal thoughts are plaguing my mind again" STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER STRANGER OH MY COCONUUUUUUUUTS/ref

[ayakashibackstreet]

Mum came back, yelled at me for something that wasn't my fault, ruining the somewhat decent mood I had to force myself into

Had to run downstairs to fix the mess she'd made, ran back, she said the fish I prepared wasn't very good, complained that she doesn't want to go (mind you, SHE'S the one who said she wants to go and leave the house), and then FINALLY fucking went

Anyways good mood ruined, ahahaha

[shotgun-fucker]

MAN do i want my pussy to get fucking pounded into dust by the entire ultrakill ost

[sillyg0ose4527281]

I finnaly finished this

holy crap drawing that floor and daisy's hair color was such a pain in the ass that I can't describe

[phoenixd0wner]

Canon Joshua: -Gives Jote a smooch on the forehead. Can be seen as platonic or possibly romantic-

My Joshua: -Realizing he had feelings for Jote after kissing her forehead. Post events of FFXVI they kinda sorta live together but have separate rooms. Joshua's feelings for Jote grew more and he's being a literal chicken chocobo about it-