SORRY THAT I HAVENT BEEN POSTING FANFICS I’VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY T-T EDIT: I JUST REALIZED I DIDNT ADD A GIFT BTW THIS IS ARLECCHINO X SICK WIFE READER BTW oh and guys please ASK ME TO WRITE THINGS I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT
Plot: When a severe winter fever leaves Y/N bedridden and trembling within the cold walls of the House of the Hearth, Arlecchino sets aside her mantle as "The Knave" to become a devoted wife. Seeing her usually vibrant partner reduced to a fragile state sparks a rare, protective fire in Arlecchino, leading to a quiet night of healing and unyielding tenderness.
Warnings: Descriptions of high fever, physical weakness, trembling, and heavy caretaking themes. Contains soft physical affection, forehead kisses, and a transition from illness-induced distress to a comforted, dazed state of rest.
The blizzard outside the House of the Hearth howled like a wounded beast, but inside Arlecchino’s private quarters, the silence was thick and stifling. Y/N lay buried beneath a mountain of heavy furs, her pink hair fanned out across the pillows in a messy, damp tangle. Her skin, usually pale and pristine, was flushed a deep, worrying crimson, and her breath came in shallow, ragged hitches. Every bone in her body felt as though it had been replaced by lead, and the simple act of keeping her eyes open felt like a battle she was losing.
The door creaked open, admitting a sliver of light from the hallway before the silhouette of the Father eclipsed it. Arlecchino stepped into the room, her movements devoid of their usual sharp, military precision. She had discarded her heavy coat, standing only in her dark waistcoat, her dual-toned hair catching the dim glow of the embers in the hearth.
She moved to the bedside, her gaze softening into an expression that no one in Fontaine—save for the woman in the bed—would ever be permitted to see.
"You're still burning up, my life," Arlecchino murmured, her voice a low, smooth vibration that cut through Y/N's feverish haze.
She sat on the edge of the mattress, the frame groaning under her weight. Her hand, cold and steady, reached out to rest against Y/N’s forehead. Y/N let out a pathetic, broken whine at the contact, her eyes fluttering open just enough to see the cross-shaped pupils of her wife's eyes.
"Arlecchino..." Y/N rasped, her voice cracking painfully. "Everything... everything is too loud."
"Shhh. I am here. The world is quiet now," Arlecchino whispered. She reached for a basin of cool water on the nightstand, dipping a soft cloth into it and wringing it out with one hand. She began to gently dab at Y/N’s face, wiping away the sweat from her temples and the bridge of her nose.
Y/N’s hands, trembling and weak, reached out from beneath the furs, clutching blindly at the silk of Arlecchino’s sleeve. "Don't... don't go back to the children yet. Stay."
Arlecchino’s jaw tightened—not in annoyance, but in a fierce, protective surge of devotion. She set the cloth aside and leaned down, pressing her cool forehead against Y/N’s burning one. "I am not going anywhere. The House can stand without me for a night. You, however, seem to be malfunctioning without my supervision."
She shifted, hoisting Y/N up into a sitting position as if she weighed nothing at all. She settled her back against the headboard and began to guide a glass of water to her lips. Y/N drank greedily, her hands shaking so much that Arlecchino had to steady the glass with her own gloved fingers.
When the glass was empty, Y/N slumped back against her wife’s chest, her brain officially turning into a fog of warmth and exhaustion. She nuzzled her face into the crook of Arlecchino’s neck, the familiar scent of cedar and cold air acting as a grounding wire for her delirium.
"Better?" Arlecchino asked, her thumb tracing the line of Y/N’s jaw.
"Mmm... cold," Y/N whimpered, her fingers tangling in the lace of Arlecchino's shirt.
Arlecchino didn't hesitate. She pulled the furs up around both of them, shielding Y/N with her own body. "Then sleep. I will hold the fever at bay."
She began her mission of quiet affection, her lips moving relentlessly against Y/N’s face—pressing soft, lingering kisses to her temple, the corner of her swollen eyes, and the tip of her nose. Each touch earned a soft, happy hum from Y/N, the girl’s muscles finally beginning to turn to jelly as the tension of the illness broke.
"You’re so spoiled," Arlecchino teased quietly, her breath warm against Y/N’s ear. "Turning the Knave into a common nursemaid."
Y/N didn't respond with words, only a cheesy, dazed smile that pulled at her lips as she drifted off. She let out one last, shaky sigh, her eyes closing as she felt Arlecchino’s arms tighten around her, a solid and unshakable fortress against the storm outside.
you slowly, agonizingly undress yourself, revealing yourself part by part to tied and dolled up transfem arle, whose cock is just aching to be inside you, leaking inside of her boxers. you decide to tease her, give her a show (it's what she deserves after all), and she cums just by watching you play with yourself 😫
It's the fact that you don't even actually need to tie her up because no matter how much she just wanted to pounce you and worship your whole entire being while feeling you clench around her, she is patient (though it runs pathetically thin as you drag it on 😜😜) and she wants to be on her best behaviour for you ☹️☹️☹️☹️
But when she's all tied up and pretty for you? UGH god you can take a good look at just how adorable this terrifying, formidable unit of a woman looks—she would NEVER do this for anyone but the person she trusts the mosts btw, deliberately getting all dolled up Way more than necessary—and just how she eyes you up with equal parts devotion and carnal need
GOD imagine you don't even take her boxers off. Like you slip off her sleeves, play with her tits and, if you even feel like it, leave marks on her pale skin in the form of lipstick smudges all over as you expose every inch of yourself and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination........and she cums in her boxers with a gasp and a pathetic little whimper, the white cream staining it and bubbling past the straining fabric. Her hair falls and curtains her face as she twitches and shakes and bites her lip a little too hard depite the lack of actual physical stimulation, and the humiliation from it absolutely makes it all feel worse (better) for her 😜😜😜😜😜😜
Because at the source of it all, the surefire way to get Arlecchino to cum is for her to witness that her beloved is enjoying themself. She hears you gasp and moan and make all these noises, along with grinding against yourself and getting to the point where you can't take it anymore, and to her it'll feel like there's that phantom feeling around her cock anyway, as if she was already inside you, ready to burst and cum and show you just how much she adores you ☹️
OKAY BUT THE THOUGHT OF FUCKING ARLE IN FRONT OF HER CO WORKERS (ahem the female harbingers and maybe the tsaritsa who knows ehe) IS MAKING ME UNWELL. NEED NEED TO FUCK HER WHILE SHE FACES THEM, HER FUCKED OUT EXPRESSION JUST OUT FOR FULL DISPLAY… AND THEM GETTING A SIGHT OF THE WAY YOU THRUST YOUR COCK INTO HER CUNT OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND THE CUM THAT LEAKS FROM HER HOLE AFTER??? KSHSKSHNWJSBWN IM NOT OKAY PLEAES
AhaahahahahwhehehehehehrhrgeshahwhahAhahhahaahahahAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAYAHAHAHAAHAHAAAH ik I said three chrs only but maybe the Harbingers are an exception actually 😘 sorry I'm a hypocrite maybe but anyway
Imagine locking up some meeting room reserved for special official gatherings so that there's no one else but you, her, and the sounds of her choked-up grunts and moans that echo in the otherwise quiet room........AND the other Harbingers watching you from their own chairs, their interests definitely peaked as they lean over to watch you absolutely RUIN this unit of a woman. OH and you CANNOT forget the Tsaritsa sitting at the most optimal seat, where she is able to see absolutely everything
At least ofc until she then moves to stand up and stand behind you to actually wrap her arms AROUND YOU (look at youuuu ooooo special favour from a god oooooooooo HAAHHAHA) as she praises Arlecchino about how good she's behaving and how well she's taking you, and in front of her god too like that's craaaazyyyy 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I BELIEVE IN SWITCH TSARITSA SUPREMACY YESSIR
AND THE OTHER HARBINGERS OHBGBGHG Signora can't help but open her mouth, mocking the Knave about how she's taking it like a simple mutt rather than a person of her station, but there's the lingering question in your mind of why it feels....So Much Warmer than usual, and why you could see her eyes flicker with some sort of fire to them. Columbina's SMILING as if she were unbothered, cooing at Arlecchino as she rakes her nails softly and teasingly down on the latter's naked skin. And Sandrone? Oh she's quiet, she doesn't actually look like she cares.....but it's hard to believe that when she's staring at the pearly white liquid that's escaping once you draw back. Even harder to believe when she (after asking for the Tsaritsa's permission ofc) goes over to lick it all up under the guise of 'analysis'
Arlecchino is. NOOOO BETTER AT ALL. If anything, being exhibited like this is turning her on in so many ways she hadn't even realised she would he. Even worse when she realises not only is she getting fucked in front of her literal coworkers, but in front of her boss as well; literally whatever image they may have had on her, however scary or whatever it may be? GONE. But yk? Weirdly enough, she doesn't care, not when your hand's around her neck, squeezing as she feels herself cumming in front of all these people 🫶
Whether Arlecchino's the free-use in this situation or they all want you to fuck them dumb in a similar state as the 4th (perhaps with varying difficulties too), well!!!! Either way UGGGHBGGGBBGHGH NOBODY's getting out of that fucking room until like hours upon hours later
Ok so we have confirmed bratty sub Dottore.. what type of subs r the other harbingers? 👀
⎮What type of subs are they?⎮
Part.1 : Dottore, Arlecchino & Tartaglia
Dottore
❥ Like I said before, I believe Dottore is a bratty sub. He did not receive love for a very long time, which lead him to whine whenever you don't give him attention.
❥ The first time you showed him attention, he was convinced that you loved him, as he has no understanding of the word 'love' itself.
He would do anything if it means that he's able to stay by your side.
❥ He would be jealous easily, never showing it and just stay hidden in his laboratory, or at least that's what everyone thinks. When you're not looking, he would create problems for you until you take care of his 'problem', and most of the time, it ends up with him being bent over his desk.
❥ Perhaps a subordinate entered the laboratory on you two and was found dead the next day. Now, nobody dares to enter any room without knocking. But unsurprisingly, Dottore was satisfied by the outcome as everyone knew you loved him now, and not anyone else.
❥ He may be acting bratty, but the second a leash is attached to his harness, he's on all fours, begging for attention. You can't even imagine how he loved seeing the marks that the choker left on his neck, tempting him to just show it off to anyone. Either he is loud enough that everyone can hear, or he's shutting himself up by shoving his fingers into his mouth, embarrassed by the noises he lets out.
❥ So, treat him roughly when you're punishing him, but always be gentle after, offering him all the attention he craved for since the start. Because, even if he acts that way, Dottore would never leave or betray you in the end. He is yours, and you are his.
Arlecchino
❥ As someone who is 'taking care' of children, she's more used to paying attention to others and giving 'love' instead of her receiving some. But with you, the role has changed, and she's the person being showered with everything she wants. And she loves it.
❥ She enjoys having all your attention on her, she baths in it and would not let go of you for any reason. Her cold and stoic demeanour disappears at night, after finishing a difficult day at the orphanage, she just needs you and acts softer.
❥ She would not beg for attention, but she makes it clear that she wants something from you, sending you a sharp glare if you're talking with one of the Fatui or working instead of spending your night with her. Most of the time, you would end up with your fingers inside of her, going as deep as you can, admiring how pretty she looked when she was going to cum.
❥ She's a power bottom, she enjoys being in control, she requires it to feel comfortable and can't imagine herself not doing anything and leaving all the work to you. She knows everything about your body and how to pleasure you, and it's the same for you, so at the end of the night, you both end up with a fuzzy mind and fucked out face.
❥ Despite being in control, she worships you, you brought a new light to her life and she couldn't be happier. She wouldn't hesitate to betray the Tsaritsa if it meant that she could spend the rest of her life with you. If you had a bad day, she would scold you and act like a mother, but not so long after, she's on her knees, trying her best to make you forget about it.
❥ Arlecchino is someone who refuses to let go of the control she has over a situation, but it doesn't stop her from worshipping you almost like her god.
Tartaglia
❥ Tartaglia is the masochist and desperate one.
❥ After meeting you in Liyue and spending a night with you, he was obsessed. He could not stop thinking about it, whenever he had a break, his mind was filled with memories of this night.
❥ He searched everywhere for you, and when he found you, it was over, he never left your side. Or more like he was not letting you leave him, he needed you.
❥ He was so desperate that any touch of yours that could be perceived as sexual, even in public, was making him hard. It wasn't rare that he ended up with a boner in the middle of a conversation because your hand was placed on his thigh, wrapped your arm around his waist or kissed his neck. But even with how desperate he was, he refused to touch himself, because only you could do this.
❥ He absolutely adored when you were mad because he knew that if he pushed the right buttons, the same night, he would be covered in bruises, and you would wrap your hand around his throat in an oh-so tight and delicious way.
❥ He started to wear a harness after he saw you look at Dottore's neck for a bit too long. And he couldn't get enough of your new habit, which was sliding your hand under it and just squeeze while hugging him from behind, he was going crazy every time you would do this. He also loved when at night, before going to bed, you would take the harness off along with his shirt and trace the marks it left on his skin.
❥ Slap him, kick him, spit on him, and he would thank you. He craved anything you could give him, whatever it was. But despite his masochist tendencies, a simple kiss from you along with a 'good boy' while you jerk him off could make him cum in a second, eyes rolling back and a dumb fucked out smile on his face.
❥ Tartaglia is the sub that is obsessed with you, and as long as you give him what he wants, he won't need to use more drastic measures. Don't touch someone else, or he will lose it.
Arissssssss I can't stop thinking about sub!Alrecchino for some reason 🧍🏻♀️
I'm going maaaaaad how do I stopppp 😭😭
-💧
i just can't see her as a sub 😞 especially because i am probably the least intimidating person you could meet.
put me and her in a room. one of us is coming out pregnant, and it isn't her...
but... if i had to cook, sub!arle is a very rare thing. you probably won't see it often.
maybe when she gets injured or sick (which is like rarely), or if she is stressed in an upset way (rather than frustration)
then she will let you take care of her. i see her more as just leaning back and letting you do what you want. use her as you please. that sort of thing.
oh, and the more you praise her, the more she will relax and just do whatever you say fr. i think she would like to be praised 🤭
sub g!p Arlecchino x fem reader this is my first time writing smut so it might be bad so i’m sorry if it is <3
The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, the kind that made your pulse quicken and your skin prickle with anticipation. y/n lounged on the bed, her lithe body draped in nothing but the sheerest lace lingerie, the delicate fabric doing little to conceal the hard peaks of her nipples or the way her thighs glistened with arousal. Her ash-pink hair was a mess of tangled curls, framing a face that was all sharp angles and smoldering red eyes. A smirk played on her lips as she watched Arlecchino standing stiffly before her, that damnable white coat hugging every inch of her authoritative frame.
Arlecchino’s fingers twitched at her sides, her cold, calculating gaze locked onto y/n with a mix of irritation and something far more dangerous. The white coat accented the dark gradient of her forearms, those intricate cross-shaped markings stark against her pale skin, her blood-red nails tapping in a rhythm that betrayed her restraint.
"You’ve been teasing me all night, Arlecchino," y/n purred, her voice dripping with amusement as she stretched her legs lazily, one foot slipping between the rigid tails of Arlecchino’s coat. The heel of her stiletto pressed against the thick bulge straining against the fabric of Arlecchino’s pants, already dark with the evidence of her arousal. "And now it’s time to pay up."
Arlecchino’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t move. Didn’t protest. Didn’t say a fucking word. That was all y/n needed.
With a slow, deliberate roll of her ankle, y/n pressed down, her heel grinding into the swollen, leaking shape beneath the thin fabric. Arlecchino’s breath hitched, a sharp inhale that sent a shiver through her body. The sound was intoxicating—proof that even this icy, unyielding woman could be undone by a little pressure, a little force.
"Ohhh, look at you," y/n cooed, her voice thick with satisfaction as she rocked her foot harder, feeling the way Arlecchino’s cock throbbed beneath her. "Such a good little toy for me to play with."
Arlecchino’s nails dug into her palms, her knuckles white with the effort to stay still. But y/n wasn’t interested in her restraint. She wanted to break it. Wanted to watch those cold, calculating eyes water with need.
So she pressed down harder.
Arlecchino’s breath came out in a broken whine, her hips jerking involuntarily against the pressure. A shudder ran through her, her back arching as she bit back a moan. "Fuck—!" The curse tore from her lips before she could stop it, raw and needy, and y/n grinned like a predator who’d just cornered her prey.
"Such a filthy mouth," y/n taunted, her heel circling the leaking tip, smearing the damp fabric over the sensitive head. "I bet you’ve been imagining this all night, haven’t you? Me, stepping all over your pretty little cock until you’re nothing but a trembling, whining mess."
Arlecchino’s eyes burned with fury, but her body gave her away—her thighs trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps as y/n increased the pressure, her heel pressing down until Arlecchino’s knees nearly buckled.
"You—" Arlecchino’s voice was strained, her words barely coherent. "You’re—"
"Insolent?" y/n finished for her, pressing down just a little more, just enough to make Arlecchino’s legs shake. "Yes, I am. And you love it."
Arlecchino’s resolve shattered. With a broken cry, she grabbed y/n’s ankle, her grip bruising as she tried to push back—but y/n was relentless. She twisted her foot, grinding her heel into the throbbing length with a slow, punishing rhythm.
"P-please—" Arlecchino’s voice broke, her thighs slick with arousal, her cock leaking in thick, desperate pulses against the fabric. "Please, y/n—"
"Please what?" y/n taunted, her free hand sliding down her own body, fingers teasing the waistband of her lingerie before slipping beneath. She groaned at the first touch of her own fingers, her back arching as she circled her clit with slow, maddening strokes. "Do you want to come, Arlecchino? Do you want to ruin these pretty pants with your filthy little mess?"
Arlecchino’s breath hitched, her hips stuttering against the pressure as y/n rode her heel harder, faster. The room was thick with the sounds of wet fabric, of desperate moans, of y/n’s own filthy gasps as she pleasured herself against the tormented woman beneath her.
"Y-yes—" Arlecchino’s voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling as she finally gave in. "Fuck, y/n—!"
"Good girl," y/n purred, her voice dripping with approval as she watched Arlecchino’s control crumble. The first spurt of cum darkened the fabric beneath y/n’s foot, thick and hot, and she moaned at the sight, her fingers working faster as she chased her own release.
Arlecchino’s cries turned keening, her body jerking as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her, her cock pulsing against the relentless pressure of y/n’s heel. When she finally sagged against the bed, trembling and breathless, y/n didn’t let up—she kept grinding, kept tormenting, until Arlecchino was a whining, broken mess beneath her.
Only then did y/n finally pull her foot away, smirking as she admired her handiwork—the ruined pants, the sticky mess seeping through the fabric, the way Arlecchino lay there, gasping like a fish out of water.
HEY GUYS THIS IS PT2 OF A POST THAT I MADE A FEW DAYS AGO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD I WAS BUSY DRAWING BUR I’LL TAG PART ONE IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY READ IT for some reason it’s not letting me add a title so the title for this fic is The Hearth's Safe Haven
THIS IS ARLECCHINO X WIFE READER (reader is a vampire)
pt1
Warnings: Resolution of emotional distress, intense feelings of guilt and panic, physical trembling, and a transition into deep, desperate comfort, blood-drinking, and overwhelming affection.
The heavy door burst open with a resounding crash before Arlecchino could deal a lethal blow. Lyney stood at the threshold, breathing heavily, a bound and bloody Fatui informant dragged behind him.
“Father! Stop!" Lyney gasped, his voice frantic as he threw a scroll onto the floor. "The ledger is a fake! We just intercepted the real communications—it was a setup by the regicide faction to isolate you! Mother is innocent!"
The silence that followed was deafening.
The dark, crackling energy around Arlecchino’s claws didn't just fade; it shattered into dust. Her hands dropped from the wall as if the stone had turned to fire. She looked at the scroll on the floor, then down at Y/N, who had slid completely down the wall, curling into a ball on the floor, sobbing softly and clutching her own chest in pure terror.
Arlecchino had almost destroyed her own wife. Because of a lie.
"Out," Arlecchino commanded Lyney, her voice cracking in a way the young illusionist had never heard before. Lyney didn't hesitate, dragging the traitor away and slamming the heavy door shut, leaving the wives alone.
The terrifying angst in the room dissolved instantly into a frantic, desperate guilt. Arlecchino dropped to her knees on the cold floor, her regal posture completely collapsing. She reached out, her large hands shaking violently as she pulled Y/N's small frame into her lap, bundling her against her chest with a ferocity that spoke of a deep, sudden panic.
"Y/N... honey, look at me, please," Arlecchino breathed, her voice completely broken. She buried her face in Y/N’s pink hair, her chest heaving as she held her as close as physically possible. "Forgive me. My life, my soul, forgive me. I was blind. I was a fool."
Y/N let out a long, shaky sob, her brain officially short-circuiting from the whiplash of absolute terror to sudden safety. She didn't push her wife away. Instead, she buried her face in the crook of Arlecchino’s neck, her fingers clutching tightly at the fabric of her waistcoat. Between the intense fear and the stress, Y/N's vampire hunger suddenly spiked, her throat burning like dry fire. "I thought... I thought you hated me," Y/N whimpered, her body still trembling violently.
"Never. I would sooner tear my own heart out," Arlecchino whispered fiercely. She didn't care about her own pride anymore; she immediately pulled back the high collar of her shirt, exposing the pulsing line of her neck. "You're starving from the stress. Drink from me, my little bird. Take everything."
Y/N didn't hesitate. She buried her fangs into Arlecchino's skin, a sharp gasp escaping her as the rush of heat hit her system.
"Nnnngh... mmm..." Y/N grunted against her skin, her hands tightening on Arlecchino's shoulders as the terrifying chill of the confrontation finally melted away, replaced by a thick, golden bliss.
Arlecchino held her tighter, her chin resting on top of Y/N’s head, her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief. To make up for the terror she had caused, Arlecchino began a relentless, desperate mission of affection the moment Y/N pulled back.
She leaned down, pressing soft, lingering kisses to Y/N’s forehead, then to each of her eyelids, her flushed cheeks, and the tip of her nose. Her lips moved against Y/N's skin with a fierce, worshipful possessiveness, murmuring broken apologies between every single touch until Y/N’s sobbing finally slowed into soft, dazed sighs.
"babe... stop, you’re... you’re squishing me," Y/N murmured slurrily, her eyes half-lidded and blood-drunk. Her hands flopped out from her ruffles to weakly pat at her wife's face, a cheesy smile finally managing to tug at her lips.
"Good. You belong right here," Arlecchino murmured against her jaw, her grip tightening comfortably as she refused to let her go. "You are spoiled, and I have an eternity of making up to do to you."
Y/N just let out a long, contented sigh, her mind turning to absolute jelly under the sudden onslaught of warmth. Safe in the arms of her giant, she closed her eyes, perfectly content to let the lingering fear melt away into a deep, protected sleep.
do u think arle has ever had seggs before... or maybe she hasn't but she knows a few tips and tricks through books/overhearing drunk women talk about their seggs life at a party during a mission 🤔🤔🤔
or she just has zero clue at all. doesnt even know how to MasterBait. possibly doesnt even feel the urge cuz shes nonchalant like that. or she does but just really doesnt know how cause shes a SUB
Tbh? I genuinely personally think Arlecchino hasn't had sex before purely because of how busy she makes herself
She has the orphanage to tend to, kids to take care of, duties to tend to, etc. It's not as if she has no desire to do it, it's more apathy than anything in the sense that she just. Really don't gaf. The woman would rather do something more productive and if she had to be in bed, she'd much rather it be to relax than do anything else
Has she masturbated? Sure, yes, she has! It's very rarely she does it because she just doesn't really care much or doesn't see much point/long term satisfaction in it (oh I wish), but actual sex? I don't think it's even a thing that crossed her mind once—doesn't even get curious or interested if she ever overhears people talk about how good it is
Speaking of overhearing though, she would know a few tricks, yes!! It isn't what she'd consider 'essential information', not until she finds someone she allows herself to truly care about in a more intimate way, but she has a few tidbits in her mind that'd theoretically help when it comes to pleasing her partner and stuff 🫡🫡🫡🫡 she'd like being educated either way.......and the thing about sensitive erogenous zones and etc help Wonders when it comes to espionage anyway LMAO
One thing I'll say asw is that I think she'd have completely mapped out her sensitive points too. Her own erogenous zones, preferences, kinks that she'd have thought about once or twice, etc.....she's mapped it all. And this actually wouldn't be a 'you end up discovering things that even she doesn't know' kind of situation; Arlecchino would be self-analytical to the BONE for the purpose of making sure to cover and be aware of her own blind spots to protect herself better in any way. This is ESPECIALLY the case for Arlecchino as a sub because as much as she'd like to feel safe enough to actually surrender for once, letting herself be vulnerable at all? Titanic level effort since she's had to be guarded for so long, exposing herself like that would risk exposing herself to THREATS
Only when she REALLY trusts you to even undress and lay a finger on her in that way, will she let her guard down and let herself feel every sensation she's carefully made sure to protect herself against before
