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harbingersglory · 4 months

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{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints

"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."

The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.

"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."

The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.

"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"

Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.

"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.

She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.

"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.

How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.

She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.

She certainly wants to, and she intends to.

The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.

"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."

Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.

She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.

Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.

She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.

For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.

She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

#genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #minors dni #writing tag #arlecchino smut #arlecchino x reader #so. um. yeah. we r not gonna talk abt this one I was feeling indulgant and shdhdgsjsjsjsj #arlecchino awakens smth in me idk dont ask me #i considered making this tmasc arle for a hot minute but ill save that for another day #anyway manspreading arle agenda thsnks 4 coming 2 my tedtalk #anyway² slamming hands on table arle breeding kink arle breeding kink arle breeding kink #technically no actual direct mention of breeding but shes still trying anyway #sorry im in an arle phade i need her to do unspeakable things to me yknow. you get me.#PHASE not phade its 3 am and i csbt sleep twirls hair #accidentally posted this draft premature im AHHHHHHHH #okay im fine now

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clouvu · 8 months

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Touchy

#suggestive #genshin impact #arlecchino #sandrone #arledrone #mfs will figure out how to somewhat properly use the blur filter and texture filter and abuse the hell out of it #im mfs #With no peep of sandy ever showing up in fontaine i think its joever for us 3 arledrn fans #This isnt stopping me however I got enough delusions to support an entire fatui army #Mean Autistic Scientist x Her Trophy Husband is just SO GOOD to me #Arle is literally her superior and all but You Dont Understand #She Gives Me Trophy Husband Vibes

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edgeray · 2 months

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One Hell of a Butler Pt.1

Encounter (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Guys. I am so sorry. I don't think that Arlecchino oneshot is being posted tomorrow. 😿Trust that it will be posted this weekend. Take this as an apology (I am fr spoiling y'all Arle fans) for the pushback. This is a repost to something I submitted as an anon to @/megistusdiary so there's a chance you've already seen this. It was written a while ago so quality is not up to par. This is the Black Butler inspired demon au! that I talked about in my poll, check it out if you want a little bit more on this concept. (Thank you guys for voting in it! :33 I'm looking forward to writing the oneshots). Series Masterlist Content Warning: Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

Everything hurts. It burns, burns, burns, and you can't feel your limbs and your vision fades in and out. Your broken form twitches on the ground, and as your assailants approach you, ready to wrench the remaining life out of you slowly and painfully, with your final burst of energy and concentration, you let out a guttural screech, a summoning spell spewing from your raspy throat and bloodied teeth.

At first, you think nothing happens. They stalk you, unfaltering despite what you have just called for. Wearing teeth-baring grins and depraved intentions, they near your crumpled body, with their dirty, despicable hands reaching out towards you. Your half-lidded eyes shut fully, and you heave out a sigh of resignation, giving up the futile struggle of staying alive.

You hear it first before you actually see it. A sound distinct only to stilettos clicking against the ground. It jerks your attention immediately, and you twist your head slowly to face the oncoming figure. Black heels with gold adornment catch your eye, and then--

"Well, well, looks like I found the doll that called me," you hear a deep, feminine voice sibilates, voice reverberating throughout the chamber. Your gaze slowly trails up the newcomer's figure, and the white clothing, snow-white hair, and feminine features cause you to mistake her as an angel. Red-crossed pupils meet with yours. A shiver works its way up your spine but you stare in awe regardless. What kind of human was this?

One of your tormenters inquires rather rudely about the woman and storms towards her haughtily, ignorant of the fact he has just sealed his fate. There's an audible, irate click of her tongue, then a snap echoes the room. For a brief moment, your sight is filled with just red, and then your eyes widen as the aggressor bursts into a beautiful explosion of blood and guts. She walks past where once the man stood without pause, now just a puddle of blood, tutting at the blatant disrespect of the formerly alive human. Her feet stop just before you and her shadow looms over.

"A-arle...cchino?" You croak weakly as your hazy gaze sets on her. She looks so handsome, beautiful like a guardian angel, even when she's covered in red. Her lips curl up slightly and she crouches down to hook an arm behind your back and knees, lifting you bridal-style. Heat radiates from her cold-blooded being and it is so much more comforting than the icy hardness of the floor. You immediately bury your face into her shoulder while your needy hands grip onto her coat out of desperation and fear. Beneath the intense iron smell of blood, she smells of something floral, you noted with dulled surprise.

"That is me, the Knave. And what have you called me for?" She purrs from above, repositioning you in her arms so she could support you with one arm instead of both.

You give one single glance behind your shoulder towards the now cowering group of people, their behavior reminding you of feeble sheep rather than the bloodthirsty pack of wolves. You think that you'd like lamb chops after all of this.

Turning your head back, you suck in a steady breath, your voice unwavering and clear despite being muffled into her clothes. "Kill them."

"As you wish."

Even as she draws out the sweetest, most revolting of screams from the remaining alive people, you find peace in your arms. You don't watch, instead, opting to rest your head against her and try to fall asleep to your former captors' begs of mercy. A hand combing through your hair wakes you up. You admire her sharpened red nails and her black hands, so contrasting against her unblemished and perfect skin but pretty all the same. It looks nice, sifting through your hair, it feels right, it feels perfect, even if they're dipped in blood.

"Well, I suppose we can work out the contract at a later time. For now, rest, my dear," her voice is soft and it lulls you to sleep in her arms. She tucks your head underneath her chin and walks away from the bloodbath, her darling wrapped tightly close to her.

#procrastination goes crazy :(#trying to get the oneshot done I promise 🙏#i wish i didn't have anything to do on my spring break :(#arlenation fr eating good this week #prolly going to post arle at least daily for the next few days #do you guys think I should make “Arlecchino is a ___ person” a series?#i'm already trying to cook up tomorrow's Arlecchino blurb #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #edgeray.blog #edgeray.writes

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beiiibeii · 14 hours

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bathing together

fluff!arlecchino x reader sfw

i was in the bath and suddenly i started hallucinating arlecchino with me so heres this

due to arlecchino being busy as a harbinger, times like this rare. you both make sure to make the most out of it. the calming music coming from the phonograph was playing in the background. there were rose petals, bath salts and dimly lit candles. it was all so romantic.

arlecchino was relaxing in the bath with you. you were sat in between her legs, her arms are wrapped around your waist so tenderly in the warm bubbly water. your back is against her. arlecchino's long hair is untied, loosing falling down against her back. her head nuzzled into your shoulder.

"i love you." you mumbled as you smile softly. your hands lightly hold onto her wrists as she holds you.

you can feel her lips curl up against your skin into a soft smile as she takes in the sweet scent of you. her arms give your body a light squeeze.

"i love you more.." she mumbled against your neck, giving you a soft and tender kiss.

her mouth and hold is warm.

shes so gentle and caring with you. she pulls away and pours some body wash into her hands. you hear the warm, steamy water splash around as she moves. soon blackened arms make their way to your back.

"your so pretty, my dear." she utters softly.

you could feel her breath on your shoulder. you laugh softly, her praise never fails to get old. she always enjoyed seeing you happy. you loved it when she was so sweet like this.

as she scrubs your back, she makes sure the be extra careful to not scratch you with her nails. her touch is so relaxing. you feel all tension leave your body when your with her. the dimly lit candles serving as lighting make her look so pretty. she rubs at all the right places, making you feel so good. her touch was so pure and loving.

"lower please, arle.." you sigh out in relief.

she obeys like the good husband she is. her hands lower down your back. her nails gently gliding down your back.

"here my dear?" she asks you.

her hands are exactly where you wanted them to be. you let out a soft, content breath.

"just right there my love.." you answered.

her mouth curls up ever so slightly again. shes happy shes able to be herself around you. eventually she washes the body wash off your back. the water drips down from your back. you turn your head to the side to face her with a light smile. she immediately leans in to peck you on the lips. leaving you with a blush on your cheeks.

"don't be embarrassed my dear, let me take care of you." her voice was gentle.

you feel her hands dip into your hair. her gentle fingers massaging your scalp with hair wash.

only you had her like a lovesick fool. she loves you so much, even if she doesn't show it sometimes. <3

#bei randoms #genshin impact #genshin x reader #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #arlecchino fluff #arlecchino genshin #fluff #genshin fluff #ily arle sob #shes such a cutie sobb #arle the husband you are 😭💗

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harmonysanreads · 2 months

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*kneels down*

HAAH WHA??? HELLO? SOMEONE PLEASE PINCH ME AM I DREAMING????????

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Okay okay... I'm done screaming irl, this is?? I'm lost for words how beautiful it is???? I just woke up so I'm having a hard time processing reality (I legitimately screamed and now my mom is looking at me with a lot of concern) I wish I could be more eloquent but I'm just floored from how moved I am. Wdym "kneels down" I'd have you sit on a throne if I could :< RIP that friend who doesn't even have a name, you died a tragic death but at least it gave us exquisite content ✨

#beloved-brynn #i'm not joking the expressions backgrounds and the shot of arle's eye where reader is saying 'where is my friend' is EXACTLY how i imagined #her little fang poking out on the first panel<333 amazing detail #and the fact that you probably did this while juggling through quizes and classes?? i wish i could hug you #i'm very very very happy that you chose to illustrate this specific sequence of dialogues bcuz tbh the whole fic was built around them #will save this brag about to my friends and cherish this forever #also i wanted it to be a surprise but i'm currently working on your request!! (i nearly fell out of my chair when i got it)#and uh you made my whole month<333 #arlecchino #vampire arlecchino #yandere arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #about ; pantomime of the night #yandere arlecchino x reader

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lovesickeros · 4 months

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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

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chucapybara · 13 days

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thinking vv loudly about arlecchino as always—particularly her vision story entry

fire is still able to harm teyvat dwellers, even those with pyro visions. arlecchino's curse, among her two other sources of power, are no different.

perhaps arlecchino burned herself a few times, learning the ways of these strengths bestowed upon her for being of a lineage forgotten, eclipsed, the shade of a hollow, abyssal moon. and of the ink she bears, striking lines and markings along her arms, her hands, the charcoal hue at the tips of them; it's all a part of who she's come to be, making something of the ashes.

at times, in the grace of moonlight, you catch her by the windowsill. she does not take much to sunlight, preferring to stalk in the shadows, but the night was a different story; she allows the glow of it to illuminate her skin, the blackened arms. a reminder of what she has had to sacrifice to be here, to escape her fate, only to be thrust into another one.

her coat lays neatly folded over the back of a chair, and you brush your fingertips along the fabric—the feathered motifs, the sharp silver layers—as you pass. she knows you're here, of course; she senses you always when you've joined her in orbit, two inseparable celestials, sun and moon.

you embrace her from behind, and she does not protest, not so much as a breath of complaint. yours is the only touch she will allow, even when she would never even dream of allowing you an ounce of her burden.

(you hold her tighter, your cheek pressed to her bare shoulder. your lips paint 'ffections over a scar there, a line from a sword cut. her breath stutters. you take some of the weight with you when you withdraw.)

in the glimpse of the moonlight you catch the solemnity of her gaze, sharp, but never at you. in searching do your fingers thread between hers, clasping, thumb brushing the rings she has. her own, and those of the union that bound you together, in cursed sickness and in health, 'til death do you so part.

arlecchino's curse does not recede—it is far too late for that—but it has not grown in the length of time you have loved her, as she has loved you, and you are grateful for it. you bring her hand up to your lips, draping kisses along her knuckles.

she turns her head more, takes in the sight of you, and some of the edge falters from her gaze. arlecchino draws closer, her own lips pressing sweetly against your temple.

"you worry."

"it's my job, isn't it?" you whisper, as your kisses trace down the mark of her arm, to another healed sword cut, to a burn on her forearm. you inch down, almost kneeling, when she beckons you higher and embraces you tight.

"no," she breathes; a refusal, albeit a futile one. she knows you'll worry for her anyway.

it almost surprises you, the way she melts into your form—but you know it is a quiet moment for her, a silent request for your presence. for you to stay, for time to stop, to just give her this. to give her this.

she would never have you kneel for her. teyvat would sooner fall to barren ruins than ever see you on your knees for your husband.

arlecchino burrows into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. it tickles, some. your hands settle by her shoulderblades, by her spine. a warm pulse beats strong by her breast, and you know with due certainty it is the gemstone proof of her defiance against the heavens—her defiance for more days in the shade, more hours with you.

(once, she may have found the feeling of you creeping under her ribcage as intrusive, even abhorrent, but your place in the flesh of her heart sets her free, now.)

she keeps her vision close to her heart, but you will always nestle closer, and such is where you know you'll stay, once the skies begin to fall. cursed or not, she would face the dreadful dawn—to endure it all, the burning flame in her blood, the heavens shattering. to live, in spite of everything.

and you'll witness all of it, right there by her side.

#🌙 chuca drabbles #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #sev this one is lowkey for u #i thought of the scar prompt from her vision entry but then the talk about arle's curse made me sad #so i hope i wove it into this drabble best i could #uuu arle :( i would go with you unto death

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megistusdiary · 3 months

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i consume all your arle fics like a starved woman... listen, your brain is so big when it comes to her interacting with the reader i'm literally kicking my feet blushing and giggling when i read your works 🤭 i just want to rot everyone's brain with fluff so give us a second to think about us braiding her hair (she'd say no at first but who is she to resist puppy eyes???)

picture me shoveling my arle content towards all of you!!!

i am so glad that you enjoy it teehee. i try to be accurate with my characterization, or at least as much as i can manage :]

also, a long braid would be really pretty on her, i think it would look nice with the different hair tones she has too.

she would 100% at first be like "i don't need anything done to my hair. i would prefer it to stay unchanged."

however, give her your best puppy dog eyes and she will concede like "fine. if it really means so much to you."

but she secretly really enjoys the feeling of your hands running through her hair, especially if you brush it nice and smooth first, and if you're extra gentle she feels like you're being caring to her. she's probably used to doing the caretaking, so this would actually be a pivotal moment for her as she's the one receiving the care.

doesn't matter if she had an important meeting or business to attend to, she will sit for as long as her darling needs to finish doing her hair.

oh, and she will not mind at all from now on if you play with her hair or ask to braid it again. she would probably even let you braid it while she has soldiers come in for meetings. because let's be honest, even if you were a soldier walking in and you see her getting her hair done, you're not gonna say shit to her 😭

hmmm a braid would look so pretty on her, especially one of those braids where they wrap around the sides of the head... yes. i like this idea 😁😁

#arle braid hmmm #arlecchino x you #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚

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blazingblorbos · 1 month

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Phenomenal.

Absolutely phenomenal

Web event releases and literally all it is, is Arlecchino killing 2 (3) men. Congrats. here's your rewards!

I saw a tweet earlier this morning that said

"genshin saw people mad at chiori for throwing a man out of her shop and their honest reaction was making arlecchino kill one in her teaser"

AND I CACKLED SO LOUD so seeing this now, I just had to share it with you all

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pinkiepie20000 · 4 months

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i love the way i block anyone who posts arlecchino and a man.. like ew

#genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin impact #im severely autistic #i love arlecchino #comfort character fr #even tho she'd slit my throat #im gonna strangle whoever thinks arlecchino would ever get with dottore hes so fucking ugly #arlecchino is mosg definitely a lesbian. either that or she's js gonna refuse to date anyone or fuck anyone either way 😈😈#woman kisser arle canon

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harbingersglory · 4 months

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Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

#asks #anon #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #la signora x reader #signora x reader #la signora smut #signora smut #does it count as pet play if she just thinks shes Better Then You #signora has an ego and shes going to weaponize it #give her an inch and shes putting a collar on you (please)#but also some of yall clocking my favs too easily PLEASE.....#i am a simple lesbian i see pretty women w questionable morals i get on my knees and bark #somehow signora is softer then arle though lbr. signora is like 50/50 soft vs rough okay #other times shes going 2 fuck ur brains out hope u learn real quick how to tell her mood that day #signora being a gentle lover is so personal to me though likeeee okay.........#she can be sweet when she wants to you just gotta get thru the 500 layers of trauma and Anger first #smth smth not letting herself love ppl who burn too easily or smth idk im just here to get railed #anyway does she need another dog. i can bark. i can do tricks.#passes out

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welcometoteyvat · 1 month

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two hrs until arle animated trailer save me

#WHO IS THAT GIRL #ramblings!#if she turns out to be a normal human and actually arles sad over her death and its just oh no sob story backstory #then i will not know how to feel #tbh that's also kind of scara's backstory and his ends in anger and fire so maybe there's hope #i also NEED someone else other than ashi.kai to start making arle theories god. i dont want to keep watching and not liking her vids #also besides all of this i know everyone's like boohoo other x.iao ships are suffering but i just find it extremely funny that x/traveler i #becoming ''''more'''''' canon by the day. his birthday mail this year is so egregious #waiting patiently for my dream solvent bc apep is giving me Shit Drops for neuv #also the desc for dream solvents is like. dreams used to have material form. if u wake up clutching a flower after dreaming of heaven #the flower was made from the dream. and then x fucking sends us a dream solvent?#my guy. what are you trying to say.#anyways. highly entertaining i think it's fun. will not stop me from shipping other ships but this casual slowburn is fun

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jjjukiii · 9 months

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Boys!

#house of the dragon #procreate #fanart #fanfic #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #aemond one eye #arl eamon #aemond fanfiction #aemond x you #prince aemond #aegon targaryen x reader #ship art

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fandomnsfw · 1 year

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Not The Same Little Kid PT.5 -Carl Grimes x Reader

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Prompt: I re-read the first four chapters and was inspired.

Warnings: violence, threats, Daryl being a dad and fluff.

ENJOY!!!

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Previously on Not the same little kid...

“You seriously wanna air our bedroom shit right now?” He muttered threateningly and you remembered how you two had experimented with a few sexual fantasies when you’d first started dating.

“Back off William.” Carl growled as his arm dropped from around you as he shook off your hold, getting ready for a fight.

“Hell, with how close you two look I’m sure you know what a freak in the bedroom she can be, huh Grimes?” Carl was on Will in seconds and you couldn’t do anything.

This was gonna be bad.

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“Shit! William get off him!” Will had managed to wrangle Carl onto the ground, punching him twice but the second Carl heard your voice he threw him off and landed hit after hit on your ex, as if he was trying to prove something.

“Carl he’s had enough!” You screamed as you saw Daryl and Rick running over to the scene.

“What the hell is goin’ on here?!” Rick screamed making the two men jump apart as they adjusted their clothes and wiped the blood from there mouths.

“Keep your boy on a leash!” Will screamed angrily and Carl went to launch at him again but Daryl grabbed him quickly.

“I think ya’ made ya’ point Carl…let it go.” Daryl grumbled with mild humour in his voice.

“Do ya’self a favour Will. Don’t talk about her, don’t look at her, in fact ya’ know what don’t even think about her! Or you’ll find out where my son gets his temper…understood!?” Rick screamed in Will’s face and he looked deathly afraid, his head nodding in agreement before he scurried off with his tail between his legs.

“Boy if I have to break another fight up after this…” Rick warns his son and Carl just rolls his eyes.

“He was chatting shit about her inappropriately you’d of done worse.” Carl argued and Rick shot you a look as if asking if it was true so you nodded with a blush on your face as you realised how many people were actually watching.

“One more strike he’s out.” Rick informs Darl who nods in agreement. You turned to Carl with a glare before spinning round and walking back towards the house making Carl sigh loudly before chasing after you quickly.

“Darlin’ I’m sorry but would you of stood there and listened to that? If the roles were reversed?” Carl asked gently and he lightly jogged to keep up with your angry speed walking.

“So you’re asking if Enid started chatting shit about you and her in bedroom in public would I beat her ass?” You scoffed softly making him nod like he was possibly going to win this debate.

“No I wouldn’t because I know I can please you better than she could and that’s good enough for me.” You argued seriously and his face dropped.

“Aww come on! You’re telling me you wouldn’t even slap her?” Carl exclaimed with raised brows.

“No but I might slap you if you continue trying convince me what you did was right.” You challenged with one raised brow daring him to test you.

“Yes Ma’am. Shutting up.” Carl stated as he contained walking next to you.

You were almost at the house when you heard a voice across the street shout you name. You looked over and saw Rosita jogging over towards you and Carl. Her two french braids fluttering behind her as she did.

“Hey I heard there was a fight…Are you okay?” Rosita asked softly and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“We’re barely home how the hell did you hear that so fast! Jesus Christ this is why I never liked shows with small towns. Too much gossip.” You rolled your eyes earning a laugh from both Rosita and Carl.

“You best wipe that smile right off your face Grimes. You’re still in the dog house.” You grumbled as Rosita started laughing more when Carl’s face went from humour or horror in seconds.

“We’re having girls night tonight if you want in. Think we’re having at your place anyway so…” Rosita muttered with a small smile.

“Sounds good.” You chuckled and Carl pouted next to you, your smile almost breaking through at how cute he was but you managed to keep a straight face.

“Guess my father and I will be banished to our rooms.” Carl huffed sassily and you shot him a smirk before wiggling your brows at Rosita who just chuckled claiming she had alcohol to hunt down as she jogged away.

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“So how is it going with Carl?” Maggie whispered softly as Michonne exited the room to grab another drink from the kitchen.

“Really good…he’s…sweet, smart and weirdly for someone younger than me he really looks after me.” You muttered shyly making Rosita and Maggie giggle at your flushed cheeks.

“I heard Michonne found him in your room after your first date.” Rosita teased earning a laugh from the other women.

“Oh my god…we didn’t hav-we only got to second base okay?” You stuttered quietly before looking up to see Michonne enter the room.

“Let me guess you were talking about Carl?” Michonne snorted as she saw how quiet everyone had gotten.

“I’m happy for you guys just so you know I think you’re good for each other.” She added before lifting her glass in a toast making everyone laugh in relief.

The rest of the girls night went smoothly allowing you to unwind and release the stress that had pent up for the past few days. It was exactly what you needed you thought happily as you stumbled upstairs with a smile as your eyes flickered between your room and Carl’s.

You let out a tipsy giggle as you knocked on his door which immediately opened revealing a half dressed Carl Grimes, the sight causing your heart to flutter and your thighs to clench. He looked you up and down with a smirk before letting you into his bedroom.

“Hi darlin’.” He muttered huskily as he pulled you into his arms.

“You’re so beautiful and sexy.” You whispered playfully as your hand skimmed down his bare chest.

“Why thank you. I could say the same sweetheart.” He snorted happily as he pulled your towards his bed but not before helping you take off your playsuit leaving you in your undies.

“Are you seducing me Mr Grimes?” You gasped dramatically.

“No I’m getting you ready for bed baby. You’re drunk and I’m not going to touch you while you’re like this.” He informed you softly as he threw one of his t-shirts over your bra covered torso before exiting his room to his private bathroom.

“Aww such a gentlemen.” You giggle with a pout gracing your face which was literally wiped away as Carl came back into the room with a bowl of water and a cloth.

However before you could ask what he needed that for he started wiping off your makeup with surprising amount of gentleness for his large hands. You looked at him in shock as he finally pulled away from your now clean lips.

“Close your eyes darlin’.” He whispered absently as he rinsed the cloth in the bowl of warm water. You closed your eyes as he instructed but not before a single tear fell down your face making him gasp in shock.

“Woah…was I too rough baby? I’m sorry.” He choked out making you open your eyes to really look at him.

“No…you Carl Grimes are the most amazing, beautiful, gentle and kind man I’ve ever met…I’m just wondering what I did to deserve you.” You chuckled softly making his eyes widen in shock.

“I don’t know about all that but I know how perfect you are in my eyes. I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I got here but you were way too old for me so I never showed it. Then well on my 18th birthday I figured I’d stop hiding it. I find it just as amazing that you even like me.” He answered happily as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I really really like you.” You added with as much seriousness as you could muster his eye instantly widening again as he took in your words before smiling softly.

“I really really like you too.” He replied instantly before pulling you in for the sweetest little kissed you’d ever experienced.

As you opened your eyes you were met with the angelic sleeping face of your boyfriend, bringing an instant smile to your face. You’d not felt like this for anyone in a long time, if you ever had at all. His freckles shone under the suns orange glow, your hand reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear revealing his eye socket.

You had never seen it before but instead of shock you felt relief that he had survived such odds. You smiled to yourself as you traced around his scarring with your index finger, before kissing around it but the second his other eye flicked open Carl jolted back in shock.

“Don’t do that, it’s disgusting.” He whispered with a frown covering it with his hair once again.

“No it’s not. It shows you’re a survivor, that you beat the odds and it makes me happy you did or I wouldn’t have you now.” You told him sternly before pulling him back to you.

“Don’t ever hide from me.” You added before bringing him in for a kiss making him relax instantly.

“You’re something else Y/N Y/L/N.” He chuckled as you pulled away.

“I’ll take that as a compliment Mr Grimes.” You giggled playfully as you hopped out of bed.

“Mhmm don’t forget we’ve got a run today.” Carl shouted as you ran out his room with your clothes in hand.

You stopped in front of the pharmacy with a raised brow silently wondering if anything would even be left after all this time. However instead of Carl answering your silent question he snipped open the door with bolt cutters before banging on the door a few times.

When no walkers appeared you both wandered into the small drug store with weapons raised on the off chance anything went wrong. It wasn’t just walkers people had to be careful of anymore, it was people too.

“You get the stuff on the list I’m gonna look around for other stuff that might be helpful. Be careful.” Carl whispered softly, his hand coming down to casually stroke the back of your hair, instantly bringing a smile to your face.

“You too handsome.” You giggled shooting him a smile before wandering off to get everything Denise needed.

As you grabbed the last item on the list you lowered your gun and turned around to shout to Carl but before you could make a sound a hard object came down across your head.

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When you came to, the sight of your boyfriend and his worried face was the first thing you saw. You had no idea what was happening but seeing his face made you calm down knowing he was safe for now.

“Glad you could finally join us gorgeous.” A deep voice whispered in your ear making you freeze.

“She is pretty maybe the boss will make her another wife?” Someone asked next to Carl making his struggle against them.

“Calm down kid we’re not gonna hurt your friend.” The guy behind you stated with a evil chuckled.

“Girlfriend.” You huffed through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry I thought I heard you say you were this kids girlfriend. I must need my ears cleaning.” The guy behind me laughed his thick accent making you frown.

“Baby don’t talk to them. There just trying to antagonise you.” Carl muttered softly before his eye scanned you over checking you were okay.

“Ain’t that sweet Dwight.” The guy holding Carl chuckled.

“Yeah so fucki-”

Before the asshole behind you could finish his sentence Carls head swung back and smacked his capturer straight in his nose. You instantly ducked down slipping out of the man called Dwight’s hold before running straight to Carl as a shot rang out around you.

“Well well well. If it ain’t back stabbing lil’ Dwighty boy.” Daryl huffed with a glare on his face as you checked on Carl making sure he wasn’t hurt.

His lip was bleeding and he had a small cut above his brow but apart from that he seemed okay. You immediately slapped his arm repeatedly as tears built in your eyes.

“I’m fine darlin’.” Carl whispered as he took you into his arms.

“I-Idiot!” You sobbed into his flannel shirt, his fingers running through your hair in a soothing manner.

“I really really like you too.” Carl whispered in your ear his words making you look up at him.

His stunning blue eye looked straight into your Y/E/C ones, the seriousness of his expression made you realise you didn’t just like him. In the few days you’d been together you now understood you were falling hard and fast for this man and the thought scared you, especially in a world like this.

Nothing was ever certain especially not survival but that could never stop someone’s feelings. Maybe the end of the world was actually the reason everyone should give in to their feelings.

“I-I really really like you…” You muttered to the tall perfect man in front of you. He stared at you for a moment before realising you meant something else and to say Carl was shocked was an understatement but instead of allowing him to respond you turned away and focused on Daryl and his next words.

“I’m gonna give you three seconds to give me my cross bow and apologise to my kid.” He muttered as his gun pressed against Dwight’s skull.

“Sorry kid.” He said towards Carl making you smirk realising instantly he didn’t mean Carl.

“Actually that’s my boy.” Rick smirked at the man that had been holding Carl back.

“The girl?! Seriously? There’s no way that a red neck like yo-”

“You shut your filthy trailer trash mouth before I beat you!” You screamed as you tried to launch at Dwight, only to be held back by familiar long fingers.

“Never mind I see where she gets her mouth.” Dwight sniggers sarcastically making you squirm in Carl’s hold.

“I can let her go if you want but it’s your funeral.” Carl snarled as his arms loosened around your waist.

“Fine I’m sorry. And you can have your cross bow.” Dwight huffed angrily making Daryl growl at the poor excuse of an apology.

“He said his boss would make Y/N his wife. I ain’t letting him go, he needs to die.” Carls voice rang out making your eyes widen.

“I won’t even tell my boss about this jesus kid! Though he’d like you.” Dwight snorted at Carl making Rick’s face drop.

“You’re really not helping yourself right now Dwighty boy.” Daryl huffed impatiently, his gun pressing Ito the back of his head more harshly.

“I say we let them go but I want the cigarettes.” You smirked as Dwight looked at you with disdain.

“Fine you heard the lady.” Rick sighed with an eye roll as he gave you a small amused smile before shoving the bloody nosed guy at Dwight.

As Daryl pulled up to the gates you hoped off his bike with and quick thanks before scurrying off to the Grime house ahead of both Rick and Carl. You gave a few nods to the other members of Alexandria avoiding any conversation that would stop you.

Once inside the house you ran upstairs to your designated room and slammed the door shut. Why the holy hell did you say it like that!? You thought to yourself angrily. He obviously knew you didn’t just mean like!

You were pacing your room as thought about a way you could avoid this next conversation, wishing you hadn’t said it like that.

Yes you were falling for him but it was too soon and Carl was still so young, he had his whole life ahead of him and yes it wasn’t like you were holding him back from college or anything but there are plenty of others fish especially ones more his age.

You expected a knock maybe even for him to not even bother with you however you had not expected him to just walk straight into your bedroom.

“Ya’ know it’s rude to walk into a lady’s roo-”

“Did I misunderstand what was between the lines?” Carl interrupted as he slammed your bedroom door shut.

“I-I don’t know what you mean…”

“Don’t do that.” His voice interrupted once again, his eye looking you up and down.

“No you didn’t misinterpret it. Carl Grimes in the space of 4 days you have been there for me more than Will was in the space of 3 years. I don’t think I could bear to lose you now…my heart would-”

Before you could finish your sentence he launched at you his hand cupping your cheeks, his lips melting into yours as his eye closed.

You whimpered into the kiss, the pure shock at not only your own words but his forceful yet passionate actions. You melted into the kiss, your hands clutching the flannel shirt with enough force you thought it would rip. After a few minutes of getting lost in his kisses he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“God you are so beautiful.” Carl whispered in amazement as he smiled softly.

“I can’t believe you I get to have you…” You whispered in pure shock.

“I can’t believe someone as beautiful and strong is falling for me. I thought I’d be waiting years for you to like me this much, if you ever did.” Carl chuckled as he pulled you into his embrace.

“I think you solely underestimate yourself Mr Grimes. You’re handsome, charming, romantic, unafraid to show you affection outside of the house and not to mention how amazing your R rated skills are.” You whispered the last part with a flirty smile.

“Oh is that so Miss Y/L/N? Maybe I should try out a few new things I’ve been wanting to.” He growled playfully making you smirk at the insinuation.

“By all means Mr Grimes play with me all you want.” You giggled as you escaped his arms and ran toward your bed.

“You’re a little minx.” Carl chuckled darkly before making sure the door was locked before making his way over to you.

Part 4 <- -> Part 6

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