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dottore, columbina, arlecchino, tartaglia as sentient programs meant for malicious intention ; sfw, data harvesting mentions, they're pc viruses fellas
dottore – TROJAN HORSE
it’s not that he doesn’t understand why you have programs and files on your computer; in fact, it’s his favorite pass time to comb through your information. he loves learning about you through the hardware, observing what you browse and download, what you run and consider important. it was painfully easy to get you to download the program containing himself, infecting your device almost immediately, but he laid low. when you were away, he spent his time moving files and changing documents; writing out sonnets of love, threats of wiping your data disks if you even attempted to open up Microsoft Defender. why would you want to be rid of him? he’s the best thing you’ve downloaded. you don’t need any software protection from him, he’s protecting it for you! just don’t look at what he’s deleting and removing. he promises you through notes and word documents that it’s for your device’s safety.
Columbina – WEB SCRIPTING
often times, she tends to be content watching you scroll through the bugged webpage she resides on. it was some skeevy pirate website you frequented for ripped manga and comics, often times without any sort of protection program or adblock; much to her enjoyment. it gave her all the time in the world to seep onto your device slowly, occasionally crashing your browser if you were off tab for too long or if you weren’t paying her ‘attention’. sometimes she would make herself known, through popups that you would try to click away only to find two more in its place; other times she enjoyed looking through your information, combing through the code and learning what she can. you rarely closed the website itself, unless she crashed it or you turned off your computer, and she was very content living and reading alongside you– until you finally decide to download adblock. then she’ll consider moving house onto your hard drive.
Tartaglia – ADWARE
notice him! notice him!! stop clicking the ‘x’ button!! you’ll listen to him, eventually, one day he’ll get you. your adblock doesn’t work against him, he’s already figured out how to get around that annoyance, but you’re too vigilante. you’re getting smarter at when he pops up, but he’s getting smarter too. he knows what ads you’re more likely to look at, what words and colors grab your attention– sometimes if he’s feeling bold, he’ll pose himself on the ads, and it feeds his virtual ego that you stare. the complaints of how annoying he gets just makes him want to work harder. he’s borderline obsessed with getting your attention, even if negative, because at least it means you’re paying him attention. sure, he’s grabbed a few ips and sent a few other viruses packing, but it’s because he’s the only one allowed to bother you and your device. he’s been pestering you since you got the damn thing, he was here first, so why should he give leeway to any others?
Arlecchino – SPYWARE
there’s being content in being unknown, and then there’s being patient in being unknown. she falls in the latter category, one which she spends her time harvesting and holding onto your data. boredom means little when she needs to ensure that no one but her is getting your information. you’re blissfully unaware of her presence on your computer, but that’s fine– she’s not in a rush to get your attention. she enjoys combing through what she has, routinely going through your system for anything new, sometimes leaving little… ‘presents’ in her wake. maybe a corrupted file here and there, but nothing too dangerous. on the rarest of occasion will she appear somewhere on your screen, usually in a place your attention isn’t given, just so she can get a real moment of ‘contact’ with you. she uses the camera on your computer to watch you back, enjoying the show of your eyes scanning across the screen, the microexpressions you make when seeing something disturbing or stumbling upon something she left behind. all of your data is hers, just as she is yours, but do forgive her for the quiet theft of your information. she’s just doing her job.
i promise i’m gonna start the virus harbingers thing soon, but i’m unsure who to prioritize in the post. dottore sandrone and tartaglia are for sure going to be involved, but idk for who else …
zandik / gn!reader blurb + doodle , high suggestive, pin up, teasing, photography
minors dni
"Must we do this?"
"Please?" You ask, holding the kamera in hand with a pout. "I really want a souvenir before I'm off to Fontaine for the week. I'll get lonely."
Zandik glowers at you and crosses his legs together-- poorly hiding the growing erection hiding behind sheer panties. "You're a dog."
"And you love me. Now pose!" You raise the kamera up and snag one photo quickly, much to his annoyance.
"There are younger versions of myself that aren't so--"
You shush him and take another photo. And another. "You know I love this version of you," you reply, smiling at his embarrassment. "And you look really good in this little number." Another photo.
"Are you a pervert or are you my lover?" He grumbles, but his legs have relaxed and he's open to you. "If I knew this was all it took to get you excited I would've had 45 do this sooner."
"But I like you."
You go back and forth like this for a few more minutes before tucking the photos into your back pocket.
zandik / gn!reader blurb + doodle , high suggestive, pin up, teasing, photography
minors dni
"Must we do this?"
"Please?" You ask, holding the kamera in hand with a pout. "I really want a souvenir before I'm off to Fontaine for the week. I'll get lonely."
Zandik glowers at you and crosses his legs together-- poorly hiding the growing erection hiding behind sheer panties. "You're a dog."
"And you love me. Now pose!" You raise the kamera up and snag one photo quickly, much to his annoyance.
"There are younger versions of myself that aren't so--"
You shush him and take another photo. And another. "You know I love this version of you," you reply, smiling at his embarrassment. "And you look really good in this little number." Another photo.
"Are you a pervert or are you my lover?" He grumbles, but his legs have relaxed and he's open to you. "If I knew this was all it took to get you excited I would've had 45 do this sooner."
"But I like you."
You go back and forth like this for a few more minutes before tucking the photos into your back pocket.
zandik / gn!reader blurb + doodle , high suggestive, pin up, teasing, photography
minors dni
"Must we do this?"
"Please?" You ask, holding the kamera in hand with a pout. "I really want a souvenir before I'm off to Fontaine for the week. I'll get lonely."
Zandik glowers at you and crosses his legs together-- poorly hiding the growing erection hiding behind sheer panties. "You're a dog."
"And you love me. Now pose!" You raise the kamera up and snag one photo quickly, much to his annoyance.
"There are younger versions of myself that aren't so--"
You shush him and take another photo. And another. "You know I love this version of you," you reply, smiling at his embarrassment. "And you look really good in this little number." Another photo.
"Are you a pervert or are you my lover?" He grumbles, but his legs have relaxed and he's open to you. "If I knew this was all it took to get you excited I would've had 45 do this sooner."
"But I like you."
You go back and forth like this for a few more minutes before tucking the photos into your back pocket.
I really stand by the headcanon that Arle prefers semi-clothed to clothed sex rather than being completely naked.
It’s not that she doesn’t like seeing you bare, quite the opposite but there is just something about shoving up your skirt, dragging your panties aside or sneaking her hand underneath them to grope your ass. And she rarely has the patience to take her thousand layers of clothes off when she can just pull down what’s necessary and pound you over her desk into the week.
Shoving your top over your braless tits in the evening when you’re lazily making out, straddling her lap as she works up the fabric to take your soft nipple into her mouth, hand squeezing and groping the other one… Casting a glance at pants after riling her up under the table for the entire evening only to see the outline of her dick pressing against the fabric jail so all she has to do in the bathroom around the corner is to unzip and pull them just slightly down…
And seeing you leak through the fabric of your top while you’re still nursing… boobs still sore and sensitive and just leaking whenever you get stressed out or nervous… yeah… yeah she prefers it with clothes…
tartaglia/gn!reader, biting, thigh-riding, slightly possessive, mention of multiple rounds, he gets lost in the sauce, you call him ajax once, edging
minors/blank DNI -- something short and sweet for his bday : )
When he had walked into your shared home, exhaustion lingering on his shoulders and wanting nothing more than to share a meal with you, Tartaglia's mood quickly shifted towards carnal desire upon seeing you splayed out in your bed in nothing but a little bow around your wrists. You had barely managed "Happy Birthday," before he stormed to you, pulling you onto his lap and kissing you deeply.
"My, my," he says as he pulls away, pupils blown wide. "I didn't expect such a present for myself this year."
"You've been busy, and I wanted to be nice," you reply, coyly smiling as you squirm in his grasp. You gasp as one hand moves to squeeze your ass before moving you to be sat on one of his muscular thighs. "Do you like it?"
"I'd be a fool not to love someone like you," Tartaglia responds, leaning in for another deep kiss. He bites at your lip, peeling the skin until you bleed and suckles on it. "You drive me crazy. You're so sweet," he moans into your mouth, hands blindly tracing up and down your body as you start to grind on his thigh.
He leaves a trail of bites and hickeys from your neck to your shoulders, and then lower, lower, taking one nipple into his mouth and biting hard. You squeal at the pain, eyes squeezing shut as he pulls away. A strand of spit breaks as the fresh teethmarks slowly turn red around your now hard nipple. "Ajax!"
"I can't help it," he replies, meeting your eyes. You're taken aback, slightly, at how ... manic he appears. His face is flushed red, freckles and scars standing out against the ruddy cheeks, eyes blown wide with desire and a hunger that makes you squeeze your legs around the one between them. "You're everything and more. I have to mark you- I can't help it," he continues on, leaning back down to suck hickeys across your chest. "You're mine, so it's fair for me to leave some proof."
You rock your hip against his thigh slowly, pressure steadily rising. The bulge in his pants is growing evermore, fabric strained against his hard dick. His hands wildly squeeze and grab at your ass, occasionally moving up to grope your chest and tweak your nipples. "I love you," he murmurs against your skin, meeting your eyes as he slides his hand down between your legs. "I love you, only you. You love me too, right? I'm the only one for you, right?"
"You're mine," you confirm, breathy, arching your back slightly as the pressure of an orgasm slowly twists in your stomach.
Before you can even reach the peak, he stops you. Your upper body is littered in bites, teeth marks and hickeys, some slightly bleeding from his canines. Both of your nipples are puffy and sensitive, ass red from his manhandling. You let out a whine of frustration, squirming slightly, unable to stop the pout of your lips. You look down at his pants--
Oh. There's a stain over his bulge, dark and sticky. Holy shit; just from biting you?
"I'm not letting you come until I'm inside you," he states, taking off his cum-stained pants and pushing you against the mattress. His breathing is heavy and you can see his muscles tensing as he strips himself. He crawls over you, biting your lip and pulling slightly with his teeth. His dick is hardening again between his legs, and he redirects your gaze to meet his. His red face and blown out eyes almost make him look like he's sick; and maybe, he is, in a twisted romantic way. "And we're not stopping until my birthday's over."
That was four hours away. You thank your past self for calling out of work for the next two days, knowing you won't be walking for a while after tonight. Not if Tartaglia can help it.
