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harbingersglory · 5 months
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hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !
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{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content
"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.
But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.
"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.
"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.
"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"
The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.
"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.
She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.
"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."
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yashley · 1 year
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“It’s supposed to keep me warm. I’m so cold.”
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wavesoutbeingtossed · 14 days
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HOLY SHIT MY MOM JUST SAID SHE’S BEEN OFF HER MEDS FOR A MONTH
NO WONDER SHE’S BEEN A NIGHTMARE
ASDFGHJKL WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
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oshitgirlie · 6 months
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im looking through the cookie run sfw tags, for old times sake and like ... wow i really DID dominate the tag huh
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cripplecryptid · 8 days
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In a stupid bad mood rn. My earpod fell in the toilet when I just woke up, my mom apparently made a reservation at a restaurant for her birthday but I don't have time that day, and also the lupus awareness thing I was a part of is happening rn even though they didn't send me the finished product to confirm I'm happy w it. So now there's ppl looking at my face in a hospital hall and I don't even know what I looked like
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girl-bateman · 10 days
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My number one loser behaviour is hate-watching this one fuckass sims youtuber until I get so angry that I have to turn it off before the adrenaline makes me pull an all-nighter
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noirineverysense · 19 days
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my only critique of s2 so far is the change to amina's headscarf. if it's an intentional choice that's made clear in the show i'd be fine with it but if they just changed it i wouldnt be happy ngl
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fuxking-witchy · 1 month
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How 👏🏻 the fuck 👏🏻 do I make 👏🏻 good boundaries?!?!??! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
😭😭😭 and how the fuck do I make people start taking them seriously? Gods, everyone’s gonna think I’m a fucking cunt….
“No, actually, you can’t fucking walk all over me?!?!?! WHO THE HELL DOES THE SHIT YOURE DOING?!?!” -me… I wish
Thank fuck for tumblr. Can’t say this shit on any other site.
I wanna curl up and cry??? Maybe??? A little??? Want someone to make it all go away
Fuck
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incestousduo · 2 months
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"U-Um how do you initiate sex with your partner? A-Asking for a friend!"
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aahsoka · 10 months
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the desire to slow down and just read a physical book vs the desire to be able to do other things while listening to an audiobook
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Beatrice (Over the Garden Wall)
Simple lil art of Beatrice from Over the Garden Wall
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oizys-naomi · 4 months
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First Interrogation ; The Words That Hurt The Most
<< @wardenes-official >>
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I let my eyes follow and trace Es’s movements and steps, all the while glaring at them and acting as if my eyes could cut holes into their skin. I didn’t know how to feel, truly. I felt panicked by the mere mention of murder for whatever reason, even if I assumed myself as innocent. Of course I would be. There’s no reason for me to kill someone, so why would I ever bother doing so? Those who I want dead will feel the wrath of karma soon, I had assumed, and controlled my thoughts based off of that fantasy alone.
As they spoke, I sighed quietly and tapped my foot. My empty expression and even emptier eyes didn’t seem to do much in particular, and even when they proposed an idea so ludicrous as a “song extraction” my eyebrow didn’t even budge, nor did my eye twitch. This child really was playing games, I thought. Whoever employed this kid was…interesting, to say the least. What sort of organization would do this? I would doubt the government itself would fund this to seek out personal justice for whatever reason, so whatever company backing this had to have pockets full of money and connections far wider than Japan. It seemed unimaginable, fake, and ridiculous—like I was put onto some sort of television reality TV show made to psyche me out. So, with that thought in mind, I shut my eyes momentarily to regain composure.
When I opened them, I stopped glaring. Not as much as a standoffish expression as before, but it surely was a far cry from the cold one I had previously. My emotions were bouncing everywhere, I realized, and I had to seem somewhat consistent all things considered; emotions, thoughts and expressions all kept under wraps. I couldn’t freak out for a multitude of reasons.
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“Song extraction. You’re kidding.”
I sighed loudly, furrowing my eyebrows with a suspicious and somewhat scowling expression on my face. I didn’t come here to play games, I thought, and I huffed in annoyance before taking a deep breath. No more outbursts, I reminded myself.
Maybe I had to play along. For now, anyways. This TV show nonsense…I had to keep a good impression on, lest my family find out I acted borderline insane towards a person much shorter and younger than me.
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“Different murderers, you say? What’s the variation of the crimes…? Do you know?”
A fair question, I suppose. If I was with other people, then the least I could do was learn about their crimes and avoid the serious offenders. Get to know the other “cast”, if anything. I had already heard yelling in my sleep from a multitude of voices—a loud, brash voice screaming and throwing something, as well as a meek voice mimicking crocodile tears—so I was sure I’d have quite a colorful bunch of people I’d be working with.
If our crimes were over a single word, “murder”, then it would be sure to vary. I’d expect a serious offender, perhaps some sort of vigilante, or maybe a cyberbully of some sort. Those were quite common nowadays since the internet. Of course, I shouldn’t assume too much about the prison warden or the others. Stick to the goal of getting out, or something. If that idea failed, I’d just plan to learn more and more about those here.
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“Sure, maybe this is different from other prisons, but every positive thing has a twist, intentionally or not. I wouldn’t be so surprised that, if I wasn’t forgiven by some standard, my freedoms would be restricted. Do you agree, Es-kun?”
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hearts-hunger · 1 year
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the work bestie knows of my gvf obsession but only in a very specific way because she latched onto the story that josh burst his eardrum for some reason and now only refers to him as “your boyfriend with the broken ear”
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ladysophiebeckett · 7 months
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u know the scene where armando forces kisses betty and catalina walks in and then closes the door? okay so in the mexican adaptation, fernando backs her into the wall and they have a makeout session. carolina walks in, looks around, lety pushes him back and than carolina closes the door and then fernando backs her into the wall again for more making out. laughing about it. bc lety reaches for him, so it's like carolina was doing her a solid.
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bisexualbuckleyy · 1 year
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she’s just like me fr fr
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satorhime · 1 year
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