currently on hiatus, don't know when I will return.
call me sprite (name is still wip...)
i'm a new writer on here, but there's been a lack of arle content around so i wanted to write. this blog will only have arlecchino x reader content!
free to send thirsts, asks, requests, etc!
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request rules:
i only write for arlecchino
i can write angst, fluff, and crack, but this blog is smut-focused
no male! reader, but gn! and amab! is okay (specify if you want gn! or amab!), afab! fem! reader is default
no dubcon/non-con, incest, cheating, pedophilia, gore, yandere, gross kinks/fetishes (including but not limited to: watersports, scat, vore, etc.)
no requests about the reader having a specific ethnicity/religion/ culture/race/condition/illness etc.
feel free to send me any questions about my rules! i'm also open to responding to any asks!
please be patient with me bc i'm a new tumblr user and i'm also busy with school
Exams r crushing me rn... ANYWAYS HOW HAVE YOU BEEEEENNNN:P, also I saw this big fat squirrel I mistaken it for a pinecone.
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hiiiii 🥲 im so sorry 🦈 anon. tbh not sure if i will continue posting, i made this blog on a whim and ive just been constantly harassed by school, so im too busy to write really 🥲
my campus has fat squirrels too. how are you 🦈 anon? also since im not checking tumblr bc i dont have notifs for anything but messages so feel free to just send me messages.
SFW REQUEST!! How would you think if arlecchino has a big back of a gf/wife, like her gf/wife can eat ALOT 😋
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hi 🦈 anon!! as a big back, i gotchu
sfw
arlecchino x fem! reader
contains: fluff
arlecchino loves spoiling her partner, regardless of what her wife wants or needs. as a harbinger, it's to no one's surprise that she has lots of resources and money to provide whatever it is that the love of her life desires. if her partner is big backed, that only means that there is always one easy, consistent way of showing her appreciation and love for you. while arleccchino does not have as much of an appetite or refined pallette as you do, make no mistake that she will go to the ends of teyvet to provide you only the best of food.
arlecchino can cook for you, but she doesn’t prefer it (not that she’ll tell you of course). first, time to cook, especially those requiring constant effort and deliberation, is scarce. she wants to give you the most luxurious and exquisite meals fitting for you, but she simply cannot spend that time in the kitchen, with her duties as ‘Father’ and the ‘Knave,’ as much as she would love to. second, while she can cook well enough to sustain herself, she has no professional skills and with how busy she is, sharpening her kitchen skills are at the bottom of her priorities. third, she knows that her judgement on spices and seasoning are not alike to yours: clearly, she has a distinctive lower tolerance for such, and never seems to have put enough for you.
arlecchino is a busy woman but would dedicate to cooking for you if she was allowed to. on her less busy mornings or evenings, she makes simple breakfast foods before waking you up and some type of stew or soup for dinner by the time you come home. if you request her to cook a home cooked meal, more often than not, arlecchino passes that responsibility to her children.
there have been numerous times she’s surprised you with baked goods from fontaine’s best bakery and pastries. if you ask for something specific, say an authentic dish from another nation, she will go to no end to obtain it, even using fatui resources. regardless of how busy she is, as long as she is in fontaine, she will always schedule weekly date nights at your favorite restaurants, or new ones if you’re someone who loves to adventure with your taste palette. during anniversaries or special occasions, she will buy out the entire restaurant for the evening just so the two of you can enjoy your meal alone. if she's outside of fontaine, when she sees something she thinks you’ll like, she makes it a mission for her subordinates to get it delivered to you asap.
all in all, arlecchino loves you lots, and loves spoiling you and your big back <333
omg hi sprite ok so now i guess im 👅 anon YIPPAY saw your last few posts congrats for making it out of surgery and being alive!!! recover safely if you havent <3 take as much time to recover before writing!!! 💕
hehe hiii 👅 anon!! hope you enjoyed my recent post. i was not feeling for sub arle but i still have your other requests ( ＾ω＾ )
meetings greetings. giving dom!arle head and her cumming on reader’s face 👅 also reader is lowkey a brat
i’m so rusty at writing, forgive me (*￣3￣)╭
minors dni
arlecchino x afab! reader | 18+
contains: oral sex, blow job, arle has a cock
“mmm… such a good girl,” arlecchino grumbles as blackened fingers hook into your locks, grasping onto your strands.
another sigh-half-pant is exhaled from her and her dick twitches in your mouth as you sink a bit deeper. you would have preened were you not currently jaw-locked onto her weeping cock, suckling the fat tip to the best of your ability. your tongue drags over the underside of her head over to the tip, savoring the precum that leaks out. your throat already aches a little, but you press on, scraping your teeth along her veins. she grabs your strands of hair ever so tighter, sucking in a harsh breath.
“just a little bit more, that’s it baby,” your husband encourages you further, petting your head. she does not tug, archons know that she would never hurt her pretty wife, but the nails that scratch onto your scalp are no less of a warning. you glance up at the harbinger, lips barely parted with a scarce dusting of pink onto her cheeks, and piercing pupils. when your mouth and throat start to ache a little with the added inches inside, a noise of protest comes from you, vibrating through arlecchino, making her shudder and earning you another throaty groan.
“c’mon… keep going.”
you flash her a cunning smirk, pulling back just to see the furrowing of her eyebrows. as she goes to protest, you take her in quickly, going even deeper then you did before, until you’ve reached the base with some struggle, nose into her soft, coarse white and black tuffs at her pelvic. your throat swells to accommodate her size, and your jaw feels no better. your tongue does its best with the restricted movement, teasing underneath the thick base of her cock. having finally taken in all of her with great difficulty, you hum out in pride around her. arlecchino surprises you with a sharp buck of her hips and something unintelligible as she hisses underneath her breath.
“ fuck,” she mumbles, not that it was able to reach your ears. you let her guide you on and off her dick, pulling gently onto your hair with only the restraint and patience of an archon. sliding your mouth out until just the tip remains, you sink back down, that familiar burn in your throat and jaw emerging as her cock fills you up again. the room echoes with filthy squelching as the two of you approach a steady rhythm. her hips are in tandem with the movement of your mouth and the broken, incoherent phrases from your husband only continue in between guttural grunts and rumbling groans.
“oh, baby,” she rasps out as she throbs inside of you, a signal to you of her incoming peak. your lips slide back over her, then pull away, a tender suckle to her tip as the cherry tip on top before you pull away. arlecchino gives herself a single stroke with her hand before splurts of thick, viscous liquid spews from her cockhead, hitting your cheek, lips, and neck.
once her high finishes, she tilts her head down, shooting you a glare. you knew that she loves nothing more than coming inside and depriving that of her warrants a punishment. she taps her still hardened cock against your lip, prompting you to take her once more.
I'm not 👅anon unfortunately in the last req BUT OMG YOU GOT SURGERY?!... I hope your doing well pooks..
oh yes!! sorry, no, I won't confusing you with 👅 anon, but i was addressing them. yes, i did get surgery :) dw, it wasn't for something life threatening, just a quality of life small kinda thing yknow. post surgery stuff sucks a lot and basically killed my will to do anything but bed rot but i am recovering :))
hey ( ＾ω＾ ) ty for checking up on me! sorry, i've been a bit busy at the start of my summer break and recovering from a recent surgery (don't worry, it wasn't for anything serious!! post-surgery adjustments are rough). soon i should be able to write however, and i am looking forward to getting to requests!!
👅anon (ik thats not your actual anon name but since you use it sm and you've yet objected the name, that is who you are) i see your requests ( ´∀`). ty for still sending me some even when i was inactive
whats up, the sky ofc! reader faceriding sub!arle… 👅 like arle was literally begging reader. those r my only thoughts rn
literally the ask to motivate me again. love me some sub! arle ♡
sub! arlecchino x dom! fem! reader
contains: oral sex (arlecchino receiving), making out, clothed sex
there was only one person that the knave would get down on her knees and beg for; it certainly was not the tsaritsa. no, not when the tsaritsa has given her very little for arlecchino to worship. you, however, are a different story. you are the only one she would ever ask anything of, you who has found her and remains beside when even her archon has abandoned her, you who has given her almost everything she needed. she dedicated her entirety to you by now, so as your most loyal follower, is it not right that she deserves some reward for her faithfulness?
your eyebrows are knitted, a cute but evidently hesitant pout on your lips. “you’ve had a rough day, dear. i want to help you,” you say, peppering kisses around her collarbone as you pry away her clothes layer by layer. you straddle closer onto her lap.
she shakes her head, pressing a hand against your chest and halting you. “please. i want nothing more than to please you. being close to you is more than enough for me,” she murmurs, kissing the top of your head.
“i want to please you. you have been so good to me. let me do this for you, love?” arlecchino asks in a tone only reserved for you: low, tender, and brazenly fond. her crimson eyes search yours for permission, as if she would find the answer there. it is the closest to puppy eyes from the knave.
you sigh, giving her an endearing look as you slid closer to her. fingers entangling into her strands, you subtly push her head towards you. effortlessly, you slot your mouth over her supple and warm one, fervid and seeking as you kiss her. swiping across her lips, you signal her to part her entrance, to which she offers without a single shred of doubt. slipping in, your tongue scrapes around the inside of her mouth, intent on exploring every intimate part of her. as you do, your hand rises to her feathered hair piece, sliding it down and loosening her braid, placing it on the nightstand beside you when you could no longer bear the breathlessness, you seperate from her.
she gives you those damn eyes again. you really have no other choice but to accept, right?
“lay on your back for me,” you sweetly order, to which she wastes no time in doing so. you rise from your position to quickly kick off your bottoms, leaving you in just your garments. greedy, blackened hands rise to your hips, guiding you closer to her face. you let her. your thighs sit firmly on each side of her head, and your hands find purchase in her hair, carding through them endearingly.
your body quivers above her face, the heat in between your legs unbearable. “ready?”
she nods eagerly, like a starved wolf. too quickly does her hands force your hips down, your clothed cunt directly onto her mouth. you hiss immediately upon impact, as her nose nudges into your clit, sending pleasurable shocks through your entire body.
“oh… arle…” you moan, bucking your hips a bit. heat presses through to moist skin as she drags her tongue over the underside of the thin fabric barrier, swiping between your folds. your grip on her hair tightened, tugging on her scalp just the slightest bit and she lets out an audible groan. vibrations from her noise course through you, lighting every nerve in your pussy and making you shiver.
she drags her tongue up from your slit and down from just under your clit in slow strides, teasing you, taunting you, which makes your thighs clench around her head tighter.
“arle…” you grunt with a bit of warning to your tone. below you, she chuckles into you, and you can feel every decibel through your cunt. a sharp nail hooks onto the side of your garments, tugging them to the side and revealing the glistening, slick sight. the slightest of gasps escape her, and she blows a soft exhale into you, making your walls flutter.
before you can urge her to go faster, her tongue slides in, plunging into your depths and wriggling against your walls. she laps up your juices with each stroke, languid and playful with every movement, provoking your impending climax. something in you starts to unravel with every thrust, and the tip of her tongue scrapes against your insides lovingly.
“oh… you're doing so good, mmh,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut as one hand clutches onto the sheets, and the other continuously tenses and relaxes its grip on her hair. “k, keep going.”
encouraged by your praise, she intensifies her pace, this time opting for deeper, faster assaults on your cunt, making you moan outright. involuntarily, your hips move with her, bucking against her face rhythmically as you ride her face in search of your peak. her nails create dents into the skin of your thighs as her hold tightens. the constant slurping is drowned out by your weak mewls, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you are scared that your thighs are squeezing so much that you'll crush her head any moment.
“oh, oh, oh, arle–” you cry out, feeling your insides tighten up and your thighs tremble uncontrollably. at the plateau of your pleasure, in between the pressure and release in your stomach, the instant of needing just one more push over the edge before you spill, she slips away from your slit.
and then an all-overwhelming, searing hot seal closes around your throbbing clit, lonely and needy for attention. that is all it takes for you to break, for your self-control to subside and for the flood to breach through. the grazing of her teeth and one suction gets you coming directly onto her mouth. you cum with a wail, juices sliding into her mouth and down her throat.
when finally the slurping noises stop, you raise your hips shakily, looking down at the disheveled look of your husband. thinking she has had enough, you are about to turn before her hands keep you in place.
“again. please?” she questions, her voice unusually needy.
you could not stop the smirk spreading over your face. this is the type of greed arlecchino herself would warn her children about.
sorry won't be able to post all too often as you may have noticed ((T_T)) since i am nearing finals and whatnot. in about two weeks i should be able to post more regularly d=(^o^)=b so feel free to continue sending me requests, especially nsfw ones >:P
Hi!!! I have a request, Arlecchino ×dom!fem!reader. Do you think Arlecchino would agree to shibari (bondage technique)? And if so, what would have happened if the reader had teased her until Arlecchino became desperate?
((p.s. thank you for creating such works for us..)
for the sake of ease for myself, i will be combining this request too. i am going to assume it means that arlecchino will be transfem! for this so i hope that is okay. while i personally do not think arlecchino would agree to it because she would be giving up too much control for her to be comfortable, even if it was easy for her to break out. you would have to beg her constantly and catch her on a really good day for her to agree! ♡
sub! transfem! arlecchino x dom! fem! reader
contains: shibari, arle has a cock, oral sex (arle receiving), hand job, mentions of penetrative sex, edging, begging, this is filthy af
“comfortable, love?” you question, as you finish the last knot over her bare body, tightening a bit as you kiss the back of her ear. a moment is spent examining your ropework, an intricate bind that tied her arms together behind her back as she kneels. you run a finger through her unbraided hair, weaving through them delicately before tracing your fingers down her spine. that earns you a soft suction of breath from her and just the slightest arch of her back.
“yes,” she murmurs, testing the confines of the red rope with some movements. in truth, she could snap these binds like nothing with just a swipe of her clawed fingers, but she allows you to have your amusement. you deserve a reward, she would like to think.
you hum in response, scooting closer to her and gently leaning her back against the pillows. you finally take the time to truly admire your work. the knave had never been as vulnerable as she is now–this side of her only you get to see, and how lucky you are. you knew about her past, and just how much she has gone through, and you feel high off of knowing just how much trust and love she has for you to allow her to do this. she was no longer scared of the vulnerability she had with you, not like she had when the two of you first started seeing each other, no longer scared about being loved and trusting you with all of her. you can tell that she is still uncomfortable, unused to the feeling of being so unguarded and even bound, but she struggled as little as possible for you. oh, what she would do for you.
you lean into her, caging her between your arms, trapping her between you and the pillows while you straddle her crotch. you place a kiss on her mouth, a passionate, slow, and intimate dance of lips that forms. arlecchino usually was the aggressor, all firey, needy, and possessive when she was the one in charge, but this time, she lets you lead. you place a hand behind her head, skimming your fingers through her strands as you kiss her. you break away with one more chaste peck against the corner of her lips.
“you're doing so good,” you whisper, and dear archon, the softest groan comes from her. the two of you knew she was not easily aroused by praise but perhaps this position changes things. you look down at her throbbing cock, already stiff and waiting for your touch, her tip leaking profusely already. you coo at the needy sight, running a tip from her base to her blackened head and swiping up some of her precum. another grunt comes from her. you know that she is repressing any whimpers.
“pretty,” you comment. you coil a hand around her dick, collecting her essence and spreading it over to make the slide easy as you lift your hand up and down. arlecchino groans, drawn out and lewd, tipping back her head. you click your tongue, your free hand coming to her chin to guide her gaze back down.
“i want you to see yourself,” you say to her. you slide your hand up, squeezing a bit more as you reach the top. another drop of precum squeezes out and you feel her tense up just from seeing how aroused she was.
“please,” she whispers, barely audible to you, bucking her hips.
“tell me what you need, love,” you prodded her.
arlecchino is not one to beg. you are more than aware of this fact.
you release your hand from around her before slinking back, crouching down until your face was level with her sex. she gasps, realizing what you are about to do. you raise your mouth over her tip, hot air blowing across the slit that makes her shiver, arching her spine as she tilts her head. she rewards you with a strangled sigh and another fruitless thrust of her hips.
“love,” she calls out in an unnaturally needy tone. it is the closest point she will get to begging… for now.
“yes, arle?”
“don't… don't tease.”
“and if i do?”
if she were any saner, she would threaten you with hours of overstimulation and a pounding of a lifetime. but in this position, she had already relinquished all power, all authority over you. she is yours, utterly and devotely. hence why she stays silent, nothing more than another exhale as her answer as you continue your torment.
you flick your tongue over her slit, just barely grazing her, only enough to collect and taste some of her arousal. finally, a chink in her armor, a throaty whine from the usually composed woman, like a hymm from the heavens. you continue the kitten licks, swiping over her head, before traveling down, languid, small swipes of your tongue over her. all the while your eyes are set on her, determined to capture every flustered and lewd expression of her, albeit there wasn't much on her face. eyes squeezed shut, cheeks tinted with pink, and her eyelids fluttering with each contact. she tries to suppress any noises by biting onto her lip but you fix that but wrapping your lips around her tip abruptly. a gasp breaks through her seal, and her eyes fly open again to observe you.
“fuck,” is all she can say, a rare moment of lost restraint for her usually calculated speech, and you feel her throb in your mouth. if she could get any harder, she would have. you take this as an initiative to slide down further, swallowing up more of her until you finally reach the base, your nose tickled by her tuft of snow white hair. another grunt comes from her, and you feel the shuffle of the rope rub against her skin. you begin to move your mouth, your throat closing around her pleasantly all while your tongue swirls around her. regardless of the sounds she makes, pleas or whimpers, you do not stop your relentless pace, the assault of your mouth.
“love, oh, please, dear–fuck–please,” she babbles, any speech slurred by the sensation of your warm and wet walls clamping down on her. she feels her peak approach, and it is taking every bit of restraint for her not to snap these bounds and fuck herself into your welcoming lips, to chase her high.
“i'm going to–” she stops when an involuntary whine interrupts her, caused by your lips releasing her. she finally cracks open her eyes, desperate crimson x's searching yours, begging you to continue, to help her find her climax.
“i need you to tell me what you want, arle,” you say with the sweetest lilt, despite knowing you are killing her.
there breaks the dam. the knave finally caves. “please. please make me cum.”
you smirk, before descending down upon her like she was your prey. It does not take long for her to cum, and in a matter of a few moments, thick ropes of white spills into your throat. you take the load gracefully, swallowing what you could before wiping away what you couldn't. you rise onto your knees, straddling her again and letting her taste her own arousal from your lips.
“you didn't think we were done, did you?” you grin teasingly. a whimper is the only reply you get.
so if she came inside the instant your pussy coiled around her and you sank down? no one would know that the knave could do such a thing except you and her.
of course!! oh to be the knave's wife… this is short, forgive me
arlecchino x fem! reader
contains: making out
“awfully greedy today, aren't you?” you murmur out loud, a steady sigh escaping from your lips as the knave kisses up your neck, leaving behind red lipstick marks that you will surely have to cover up before leaving the office. you can feel her simper against your skin, and she strokes your hips with her ink-dipped fingers.
“is it wrong for me to miss my wife?” she whispers against you, and her mouth travels over your chin, back onto your lips. you meet her lips with yours, pressing into her even more. adjusting your hips, you straddle her, coiling your arms around her neck to support you all while pulling her closer. she kisses with the intention of devouring, to consume all of you and keep all that she has taken as hers. her tongue probes your entrance and you open your mouth, before gently biting down onto it. a soft gasp comes from the knave as the two of you lean away.
“feeling rather bold today, aren't you?” she hums.
“maybe.”
“one of our children could come in anytime. and yet you have not one ounce of shame,” she lets out a chuckle before returning back to your lips, this time instead of the long, drawn out kisses, they are chaste, teasing, daring you to challenge her.
“can you blame me?” you mutter in between the kisses. when opens her mouth to reply, your tongue slips inside, exploring her mouth intimately. her eyes widen just slightly, evidently taken off guard by your abrupt movement. you retract from her so that the two of you can catch your breath.
“vixen,” she remarks, her small smile growing. her hands squeeze your hips, and she leans forward, pressing your back against the desk.
“we really ought to stop some time soon. archon hope that one of the younglings does not come in,” she huffs, nosing into your neck.
“five more minutes?”
that earns you a small huff. “how can i say no to you?”
