HEY!! I CAN FINALLY ANSWER ASKS. fem! reader below
yessss, remielle will escort you right on it. I feel like her dick def is a mixture of black and white. black around the base and a smooth transition of white towards the shaft. 6 inches, a lil on the slimmer side. donât worry through, she hits all the right spots!! shes sensitive, will moan and whimper while she talks you thru it. it may look like sheâs under control with her seemingly easy smiles and playful jabs about how youâre the one whoâs becoming undone, but, the fact that sheâs actually the one whoâs steering faster towards the edge is a little obvious. occasional lip biting to hide her louder moans, half-lidded eyes fluttering close, strained giggles, and trembling, smiling lipsâYeahhh sheâs down bad
i have some ideas for father so iâll pluck this little one from my rotting thoughts thatâs been sitting on my head for months. writerâs blovk go away. (EDIT 7/2/26 â this ends kinda awkward cus itâs a unfinished draft from last summer that I didnât like. I fixed it up a lil bit to release this cus I didnât want this to rotđâđ˝. thereâs also pretty awkward grammar in some places like always since I typically write while half asleep)
i heard alre has a natural scary smile. cw: none. fem! reader. fluff. mostly just arle and her kiddo.
little fists lightly beat on the hard wood of arlecchinoâs office. the pen never stop its flow, continuing to leave behind fresh ink in its wake while they travel across the half-finished document. arlecchino does not divert her attention from the document in front of her as she grants permission for the visitor to enter.
â yes, come in. â she says, making sure her voice is loud enough for them to hear.
the knob fumbles, jingling about as if whoever is behind the door is struggling to twist and turn it. arlecchino pause her writing, quietly listening along with growing amusement. clearly, this âvisitorâ lacked the height to open the door and the audible huff of a frustrated child confirms her suspicions.
arlecchinoâs lips tug slightly upwards. the thought of getting up to help the child crosses her mind but it wouldnât hurt to entertain her amusement. one moment later, the door cracks open just enough for a little head full of pure white to peak into the decently-sized office. her smile grows bigger.
â papa, are you busy? â
â that depends, â her pen lightly lands on the unfinished document. âwhat brings you here, little one? â
her child fully step into the office with a beaming grin that burns away the creeping boredom and fatigue festering inside of arlecchino. the week has been busy with very little free time for her family. diplomatic meetings, overseeing and checking in with fatui operations under her command, handling the hearthâs finances, signing off letters, writing documentsâhow so utterly tiresome.
arleccchino beckons her forth with a gentle finger and (c/n) skips over to her and without a need of assistance, the little girl invites herself right on her lap. â me and mama was talking about you before i came! â (c/n) answers bluntly and a quizzical expression lays on the womanâs face.
â is that so? perhaps you donât mind sharing to me what you two were discussing about earlier?âarlecchino inquires softly, resting a blackened hand on her childâs fluffy white hair. itâs soft under her fingertips, thanks to your delicate care of it. not a single ounce of black in her hairâwhich surprised her once (c/n) had a full head of hair by the age of three. alrecchino expected that she would see a slight change of hair color as she grew. four years go by and not even a singular strand of black has been present yet. when she was her age, the black pieces of her hair was very much noticeable, just like the curse simmering in her upper and lower extremities. (c/n) adopted most of her features, only her eyes and hopefully the wretched curse is exclusive to her.
other than that, (c/n) is the splitting image of a little girl who wanted to be a normal girl with a loving father and home. only this time, arlecchino will grant her little girl the basic human decency that shouldâve been given to herself as a child.
â your smile, papa! remember yesterday while we were walking around the city and the kind merchant gave me free candy and your smile scared him away?â
arlecchinoâs brows lift as she recalls the memory. yes, she could tell that her presence was causing him distress so she kindly expressed her gratitude to ease the merchantâs nerves. . .that terribly failed though. â yes, i remember, â she clears her throat, â but, my intentions wasnât to frighten him. i simply said thank you and smiled at him as so to show appreciation for giving you free sweets. â
â yeah and i donât understand why he was scared! me and mama agreed that your smile is pretty. hmmm, maybe he was just a scaredy cat. â (c/n) speculates innocently, unaware of how intimidating her father is to those who are not her family.
arlecchino almost snorted there. she doesnât know if it was your bluntness or the brutal honesty of a childâs nature thatâs showing right now.
â mayhaps. but, his kind gesture did not go unnoticed and naturally, i made sure of that. â
â well, papa? â little hands clutch onto her vest.
â hm? â
â can you smile for me? â
arlecchino was slightly taken back by (e/c) puppy dog eyes staring up at her. she sighs softly after pondering for a fleeting moment. â very well, little dove. â
the corners of alrecchinoâs lips awkwardly lift and the child shakes her head at her fatherâs attempt. â nuh-uh! not like that, like this! â
â mmâ?â
without warning, (c/n) uses her little fingers to forcefully spread arlecchinoâs lips apart into a goofy-looking smile. the harbringerâs eyes slightly widen with surprise, yet, she made no intentions of brushing off her little oneâs fingers. (c/n) pouts, â thatâs not it either. mama also said that your true smile is the prettiest of them all. .not sure what true means though. . â
on cue, you unexpectedly invite yourself inside of her office, walking into the comedic sight of your husband and child bonding. â nice smile you have there, arle. â you giggled softly.
arlecchino gingerly removes the small fingers from the corners of her mouth, looking slightly embarrassed.
she looks just as cute as the mini her on her lap.
one of the things that sucks as being a writer is kinda of having a short attention span when it comes to finishing drafts. you flip flop to one thing to the other with mountains of asks and drafts that youâve been wanting to finish just sitting there on the side. Iâm like fkkkk brođż my brain fried, my writing fried, so now this whole blog is fried.
THEN THE DRAWING THING IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO FOR THE ZZZ GIRLS. I gotta start that, I think Iâll do it one gal at a time. cissia first
haha i wrote about her first before the anime, i claim first place hahaaa
desscaras x fem! reader
the strongest witch is also the clingiest one of them all to her one and only.
cw: none. fluff no spoilers or anything for those who havenât read the manga. think of this as an introduction to her character and you should hop on reading for her (i havenât even hit the 50 chapter mark yet bro, but I need to read for my black queen again)
desscaras isnât ashamed of showing you off to the world. hell, if anything, sheâll proudly announce to any crowd thatâs gathered just from her mere presence that not only is she the strongest there is; sheâs also a devoted woman whoâs engaged to the best woman in the world beside her. wanna guess who that woman is? you donât even have to say it, desscaras will happily answer it for you. your full name runs right off her tongue with pride just as smooth as the boasts she makes. just like always, she can back them up with her actions, displaying her hand, promise ring sitting around her finger, and letting it glitter in the sunlight to anyone who wants to know. desscaras even brandishes the jewelry to shit-talking majin who hurls insults at her thatâs far from the mark.
the abysaal witch maybe at the top of the leaderboard but that doesnât mean sheâs alone.
â damn, i thought i was finally gonna die if i didnât come back to you fast enoughhh. â your spouse whines dramatically, burying her face into your chest while she has you sitting pretty on her lap. you chucked, nails gently scratching her scrap, careful to not mess up her cornrows.
â dess, we see each other everyday. we literally live together. whatâs the rush? iâll also be here waiting for you unless i get sent to a mission or something. â
your lover pulls away with a scowl thatâs far from intimidating and lifts up her chin to glare at you. she looks like an angry kitten.
â whatâs the rush? psh, you just said it! whatâs better than to come home to my wifey, my family after a long day of carrying the title of the goat on my back?â
â hmm. i can think of a million things if i were the great desscaras. â you playfully responded it and she huffs, gently squeezing you in her embrace. her glossy bottom lip juts, â if those million of things donât include you than stop thinking. now, quit playing wimme and kiss me already. â
you stifle out a giggle as she cutely puckers her lips, waiting expectantly and impatiently for a kiss that might lead to one of a million things desscaras is currently thinking of wanting to do with you.
cissia is nosey asf when it comes to you. normally she claims she doesnât care about other peopleâs business but since itâs YOU, her pookie and permanent life partner, she has her nose all up in yours. youâre going somewhere? yeah sheâs going with you, what if youâre going to the store and you get free sampâwhat if you need her help with picking out grocery items? oh, youâre going out for a walk? all of a sudden she has to run âsome errandsâ for the proxy in the area youâre going to, why not come with?
oh, you on your shared bed messing around on your phone? here cissia comes, waltzing into your room, munching on some of your snacks, and flopping herself on top of you to see what you got going on. lmao just imagine her smacking in your ear.
when you come home from somewhere, sheâs sniffing you, making sure you didnât do nun suspicious (if she smells snacks on you and theyâre not in your hands, sheâs gonna be all pouty and hissy)
promeia dating you slowly changes her and makes you realize how touch-starved she actually is. whenever you cradle her cheeks, she has this adorable look of curiosity and awe glistening in her eyes. sometimes, she closes her eyes to the tender warmth of your palms without really realizing. when youâre around and canât really be by your side, she lowkey stares longingly. promeia rarely initiate kisses simply because she doesnât know how to seek them out. so, you learn to pick up on her little habits or ask! she starts to get comfortable and awkwardly asks for kisses!
did i say sheâs your watchdog and literally would kill anyone on the spot if youâve told her that theyâve harmed you in anyway?
i love neurodivergent characters bro. I wanna to do a lil sum since Iâve been busy with life lately
new niche tumblr baddie that i might have to write soon ngllllll (daemons of the shadow realms, the author of fmab made it so i definitely know the anime/manga is gonna be peak.) also yuri atla content coming soon bye bye, until next time
outside with a faint scent of sultry jasmine perfume. wherever she came back from, she smells like that with little of her perfume. embrace her straight out of a gig and thatâs what youâll smell. if sheâs crashing at your house for the night and through the morning, she smells like you mixed with jasmine. her house? the smell is stronger. she has a vast array of perfumes, body lotionsâlots of beauty supplies on her sink. depending on the occasion she switches up. but mostly, she likes jasmine perfume (sultry) as her go to. pretty alluring huh? ID SNIFF TF OUTTA HER NGL
edging cissia while youâre on the phone with severian whoâs calling you to see if youâve seen her. youâre hiding her little needy whines with your palm while the tent of your pants is pressed up against her clothed cunt. sheâs drooling all over your hand, desperate hands tugging to undo your belt. you can hear severianâs voice raise with suspicion when heâs hearing faint hissing and whimpering on the other end
