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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦
you can call me Alba!
whipped for tons of beautiful women.
this blog is just for shits and giggles so please do not expect high quality on here sob
english isn‘t my first language so you will probably come across a few mistakes here and there, please feel free to correct me as I strive for improvement!
I have a habit of making ocxcanon for characters I hyperfixate on, however I do not selfship! The only ocxcanon ship that is currently featured on this blog is my Arlecchino x Oc Arlejuno. If that makes you uncomfortable for various reasons such as selfshipping, that is totally valid and you are free to mute the corresponding tag <3
I often use this blog as an outlet for emotions and sometimes talk about personal stuff so I won‘t be limiting my content to my works only
I do not have a fixed posting schedule, we are just going off of vibes here!
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I decided to stop taking requests indefinitely. I realized the more backlog I gather in my inbox, the heavier my writers block gets as I feel pressured to do all these amazing asks justice and I simply don’t have the same amount free time I used to have last year. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused I will however keep the requests I currently have in my inbox and work them off when i find the motivation and time for it. BUT you are still free to send in stuff like „What´s your opinion on[…]?“, „What do you think about [character] and [insert random kink]“ (this includes my ocxcanon stuff) or just send in your own ideas and headcanons you have of various characters! i would love to read about what you guys have in mind for my faves!
for an extended list of the rules for my inbox, please refer to this list
Anons are always open! Here is a list of them.
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link to my masterlists
𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴✧ - mostly me rambling my ass off
𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘴✧ - for any post that includes +18 content
𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴✧ - for asks
𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯✧ - for oc stuff
DNI if you:
-are a straight/bi Arlecchino believer. Block me.
-are a minor, you WILL be blocked if I catch you interacting with my nsfw posts
-are racist, transphobic, homophobic, fetishize mlm and wlw, zionist, terf, etc. just basic dni
-ship implied lesbian/gay characters with the opposite gender because you can’t grasp the concept of censorship
-use ai in any creative form such as art, writing, etc.
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genuinely think i couldnt be around arle without touching her 24/7... like putting my fingers in her mouth (or biting hers), twirling her hair, playing with the buttons on her clothes. like i just want to be handsy with my hubby is that so bad
Anon you are so right. I often write about Arle being all over you, but what about her WIFE being unable to take her lips off of her? Because that's what the sight of her in pajamas ignites in my chest. I started this before you sent me this and it‘s just…. Chefs kiss… .YES I WANT HER
cw: very suggestive, Arle is lowkey overwhelmed for once, maybe a bit of sandbina…… TIT SUCKING
"Ugh, Columbina!! How much longer are you going to take?!" Sandrone yelled across her room to the Harbinger who was just getting up from her bed. "I just put the pillows back onto your bed, Sandrone…"
"Hmpf, whatever." Bina yelped as Sandrone flicked her forehead before looking over to the both of you on her sofa, pretty amused by the entertainment. "I guess I can leave you two alone for a few minutes while Columbina and I fetch Signora?"
"Of course. Don't you worry about us." Your husband answered while filling herself another cup of hot tea before looking over to you as Sandrone and Columbina left the private chambers. "Don't you want to try one of the desserts Sandrone bought for this evening?"
"No… No, I'm fine for this evening…" You told her, swallowing hard as your eyes practically fuck her cleavage after she opened up the first few buttons of her shirt. The tie hanging lazily around her neck. Her hair being free of the usual pony tail.
This was a test. Surely she knows what she is doing to you right now.
Her skin was clear. Clear of any pimples, moles, except for the scars running over her skin from years of training and battle.
Free of any bite marks, too.
Agitating, you thought to yourself. And before she managed to take yet another sip of her cup, you stopped her with a hand around her wrist. Leaning over until your lips connect with her jawline.
She halts in her movements. Heart setting out for a short beat when she feels you inhale her scent below her ear. "My dear…?"
"Quiet. You've been driving me insane for the last hour now." A satisfied sigh escaped you as her scent filled your lungs before your body moved faster than your brain. Swinging a leg over her thighs to straddle her lap properly and letting your tongue glide over the hot pulse on her neck. "You smell so good, sweetie… gods, I could… hah…" Desperately, you licked a stripe up to her cheek as you put your arms around her neck. "I could eat you right up…"
For once, Arlecchino was left speechless. It was rare of you to take the initiative like this, to be so… obsessive with her. Forcing her ears to slowly turn into an embarrassing shade of red while not even her hands knew what to do.
With a dry throat she spoke up. "Is… that so… How come…?"
Is that how you always felt when she was all over you? A predator and her prey…
Her question wasn't answered when you bit down into her neck, moaning slightly against her skin as a low groan left your husband's throat. The only thing that was currently keeping you from undressing her was the fact that you were in Sandrone's room and that you would certainly die if she found you fucking her coworker on her expensive sofa.
But that didn't stop your hands from wandering. From her neck over chest where you gave her braless boobs a tight enough squeeze for her to moan. You pressed a delicate kiss onto the spot you just bit before further leaning down to lick over her boob and sinking your teeth into the fat.
But it simply wasn't enough. So you dragged the entire thing out from behind her shirt to take her nipple into your mouth.
Peruere might as well just rip a hole into her boxers. Thank Celestia you weren't sitting on her bulge right now when her mind was already blank with whatever was causing her heart rate to spike.
"Ma— Ma Amour—" She rasps, panting as she looks down to your mouth sucking and licking her tit as your hand fondles the other one through the fabric.
She needs to pry you away from her before the rest comes back. She has to.
One move was all that was needed to have her tower over you. A charcoal hand presses you into the soft cushion of the sofa, her knee shoved between your thighs and pressing against your clothed pussy.
"You… You think this is an appropriate activity for this place?" Her words were carried by a slightly angry tone and her narrowed eyebrows caused a wrinkle to appear between them.
This was not helping your cause.
Not with her tits and the stiffened nipples on display. Not with the red ears you could make out behind the strands of her hair. Or the curve of her boner against your leg.
"And yet you liked it…"
For that, your husband had no defense. You could see the wheels turn behind those crimson crosses smoldering in her eyes before her face distorted with something you could only call embarrassment when she let go of you. Straightening herself and closing up the buttons of her shirt to hide away the evidence of your little rampage on her.
"Oh? Waving the white flag for once?" You purr with a self-satisfied smirk as you followed her movements and sat back up, dancing your finger over her thigh which she only smacked away as the door opened.
Three chattering people entered. Signora almost immediately raising an eyebrow as their conversation dies down when she observed to two of you. Sandrone following her example shortly after while Bina was just… Bina.
"I can sense that Arlecchino is flustered."
"I am most certainly not. The tea was just too hot." Your husband barked back at her, a pillow already resting on her lap to conceal what was going on underneath.
Her faked indifference was almost killing your uterus.
She wasn't leaving bed tomorrow. You'll make sure of it.
EDIT: I POSTED THE WRONg DRAFT FUCKKCLVLCL IM SUCH A USELESS CHUD come back here later…
cw: modern au, transfeminine arle and her hrt journey because I’m not normal about her, arle being her usual lesbian self
”Hold still.“
”Ouch— You aren’t doing me a favor here if you keep cutting me.“
Today was shaving-day for your girlfriend. Which meant being sat in the bathroom of your shared apartment while you try to not cut off her lips.
”I wouldn’t cut you if you stopped moving.“ You gave her face a short squeeze before she sighed and closes her eyes again. You merely shook your head before placing the razor with the blade on her cheekbone again and carefully drag it downwards.
”See? No moving means no cuts.“
”Whatever you say, sweetheart…“
With the same tenderness you finished shaving off the rest of her beard and gently removed the remains of the shaving cream with a wet towel. HRT sadly doesn’t stop the beard growth completely but at least the hairs aren’t as visible anymore as they used to be.
”We also have to change your patch today, right?“
”Mhm… Do you also want to do that?“ A smile slowly appeared on your face as she looked up at you, your hand now moving over the smooth skin on her face. ”I would love to…“
Peruere felt something melt inside her chest at your loving response. The definition of true love in her eyes. There were good and bad days. Days where she is loving how far she has already gotten in her transition and days where she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror. And you were there for her each time. Encouraging her or either lending you your arms for a loving hug.
You knelt down before her on the bathroom carpet as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the multiple tattoos she has gotten over the years along with her well-developed chest and the estrogen patch on her hip.
Longingly, you sigh at the sight of her braless top. ”Yours sit so nicely… I’m starting to get jealous…“ You pout slightly and fought the urge to give one of them a smooch before you fixed your attention on the worn patch. Disinfecting your hands with the spray on the bathtub before you got to work and gently peeling it off of her.
„Don‘t say that... Yours are my favorite.“
Instead of a proper response, you simply rolled your eyes before shaking your head as a soft chuckle escaped you in the end.
”Want to order some takeout later…?“ You ask while you concentrate on not accidentally hurting her. Delicately, your fingers move over the curve of her muscles as you gently remove the remains of the patch with a wet wipe.
„Takeout…? As long as it‘s not from the last restaurant we ordered at…“ Peruere responds as a shiver runs down her spine from the aftermath of that dinner. A whole toilet roll was sacrificed. And her dignity.
„Obviously not? I actually thought about the new liyuean restaurant that opened down the street two weeks ago… Uh- before you answer that… same place for that patch or a new one…?“ You ask as you look up to her with a question mark above your head.
Goodness, you were too cute for yourown good.
„Mh…“ Thinking, Peruere looked down at herself, running her tattooed hand over the now cleaned spot. „I think a new spot would be better… be so nice and stick it here.“ With her index finger she points at a spot on her lower abdomen, a few centimeters next to her belly button. „
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I‘m sorry but it is so fucking weird of alnst blogs on here to write canon gay characters like Mizi and Ivan with readers that are the opposite gender omfg let queer people have their representation😭😭😭 also noticing how male writers write fem character so disgustingly misogynistic and constantly fail to recognize the core of these women, mischaracterizing them in the process lol you’re not attracted to them you’re attracted to your false fantasy of them also #semirelated like why are we calling arlecchino mother if her entire character revolves around her rejection towards societal norms and motherhood as a whole?? Really just baffling atp that’s just straight up a new character😭
Like I’m sorry you can’t complain about ppl saying that arle is a lesbian (which we have canon evidence for lol) and then just be completely wrong about her persona, baby we know you don’t have enough reading comprehension, just be quiet
Any maybe stop speaking over women’s issues if you’re a man.
Is arle a period sex truther.... is she getting more iron in her diet during that week... inquiring minds want to know
She DOES. She turns into a vampire during your period like WOW she is so low on iron, just what will you do??? Let her drink from your pussy of course…
Watching the blood-cum mixture sticking to your bush and her dick… they didn’t say sex during your period should help ease the cramps for nothing after all! She‘d either do it for pleasure or to merely help out her struggling wife because she can’t just stand by as you hold onto your hurting abdomen. Sweat clinging to your forehead as you groan and mewl in pain.
You don’t even need to fix yourself a hot water bottle. She‘ll just infuse her hand with her vision as she gently presses down onto you lower tummy while her dick carefully grinds in and out of you, the pain slowly subsiding and being replaced by pure pleasure.
Would you guys eventually be up for me presenting you an idea for an arle fic (would be an au) and you flood my inbox with stuff that you‘d like to see happen, eventual plot ideas etc? Think that would be a sick concept for once
OH MY FAEKKFURNFN FAEKKKEKKWOWKSKWFAWKDAKWUCKCKUFUVK MY WIFEHUSBAND OH my pussy HURTS. She is such a gentleman and the TEXTURE OF HER LEATHER GLOVES oh ym DAYS. Yangyang I love you but I need you to MOVE.
Also. Suisui. I have no words for how badly I want your older sister yangyang.
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how do u feel abt arle with a gf(? cause not official) who like can NOT commit just enjoys sleeping around and getting pampered by women but like very very clearly has arle as her fave
Mhhhhh tbh I think it hugely depends on the background of the relationship but generally speaking, I think she wouldn’t put up with it.
Arle prefers a simple dynamic, something that does not cause her headaches. For you to have a sexual bond does also mean for her that you‘re quite special to her, and Arlecchino does not really like to share. So if you’re out and about with other women, she does feel the jealousy slowly seeping into her senses and you know what that means: a weakness in her profile. Something Arle wants to avoid at all costs.
But she knows you are your own person and can do whatever you please, so she wouldn’t give you an ultimatum between her and your sexual freedom or just outright forbidding you to get involved with anyone sexually outside of herself. So you‘d have to expect her retreating from your relationship at some point, no matter if she is your fav to be with or not. Arle is a lovergirl. She wants her woman in bed, preferably in her arms at night while she showers your face in soft kisses and not think about in whose bed you’re laying today
bzzt..i’m sending you a signal………arle being obsessed w an ejaculating strap..breeding kink hmmm..
((hello! what are your thoughts on arle using an ejaculating strap?))
Honest to god an ejaculating strap would cause arle to never pull out of you ever again.
She‘s always had a knack for breeding you but with a silicone dick strapped around her hips, there was little to be done that would actually fulfill her fantasy. But when you gift her this device from heaven itself? You will be getting stuffed within the same damn hour.
And she is so mesmerized watching the synthetic cum ooze out of your creamy pussy. She is one whimper away from forcing Sandrone to create actual cum from her dna that gets you the hell pregnant. The thought of you alone being heavy with her child, all swollen and round… her heart is aching so bad at the thought.
Now with this new addition to your collection, you will have to expect the rest of your stuff to start collecting dust because why would she choose the same thing but with less extras? She‘ll also make sure that the fake cum isn’t harmful to her stomach because FUCK will she slurp up your used pussy after dumping a load into you.
I remember actually exposing this blog to a date like over a year ago and she was deadass reading my masterlist and said „wow it‘s like a guide for me“ and???? Sadly we lost contact because things were stressful but I often think to myself if she sometimes checks out my stuff….
The plates clinked as you carefully stacked them on top of each other. The water almost hot enough to burn you as you led the sponge over the dirty surface of the last dish for tonight.
Of course, the dishwasher just had to break down this morning. The only reasonable way for you to start the week.
"Don't you want to call it a day?" Her gentle voice sounded behind you as she entered the kitchen. "Are they already asleep?"
cw: divorce!au, modern!au, transfem!arle, VERY suggestive, too much yearning
"Of course, they are." She answered, her tone soft. Almost a whisper. It was rare for her to stay and bring the kids to bed after dropping them off. Peruere more or less offered (read: forced herself in) to stay and help you out when she noticed the chaos surrounding you, despite having been child-free for the entire day.
You could only do so much during home-office.
"But I'm more concerned about mom right now…" Her tattooed hand came down on your shoulder, rubbing her thumb soothingly over the sore muscle underneath. Even when exhausted you look beautiful in her eyes. Dragging back the memories from the nights both of you spent awake, your newborn baby latching onto your chest after god knows how many times, the two of fighting sleeps grasp as you listen to the soft nursing sounds of that little bundle of nerves you two created.
You exhale. Shoulders sinking down after turning off the hot water. The smell of the fresh dish-soap slowly getting repressed by her perfume. The all too familiar scent of wood and fresh herbs.
"Mom is… tired, Peruere… She wants to go to bed and not think about all the chaos that still needs to get cleaned up… or how the dishwasher is broken… or how the light in the basement isn't working again…" The thought alone of so many things needing to be taken care of almost forces the tears into your eyes. No, you don't like being on your own with four kids half of the time.
Silence spread between the two of you for a short moment until Peruere switched her place to your left side, bending down to open the dishwasher. "You didn't mention anything of that earlier this day. Mh…" You narrowed your eyes as you watch her remove the bottom rack from the inside. Now looking further inside before you hear a faint chuckle. "Nothing I can't fix in this house."
"I can't ask that of you, you're already busy enough with work." You argue, dragging her out of the broken dishwasher by grabbing the collar of her shirt. "I can take care of that myself." Peruere merely answered you with a frustrated look written all over her face before she stood back up to her full height, groaning slightly in the process as she cracks her back.
Aging like fine wine…
"Why would you rather pay a few hundred bucks for either the repair or a new device than have me handle it for free?" Peruere asks, crooking an eyebrow as she now crosses her arms before you. Highlighting the curve of her biceps underneath the fabric of her turtleneck.
Now what were you supposed to tell her? That you get weak at the sight of her working on stuff around the house? With her sleeves shoved up, the careless bun holding up her hair while the sweat trickles down into her cleavage? That you can't help but get weak at the thought that you used to be heavy with her child four years ago?
You can't possibly tell her all that.
"I just…" Nervously, your eyes dart around the room in search for a plausible answer in reach. Landing directly onto your work-laptop.
"I already asked my coworker Mavuika if she can come around and fix it!"
You internally smacked your forehead at your stupid answer. Peruere's puzzled look faltered for a short moment as she masked the disappointment swelling up in her face.
You asked another woman? Did she do something wrong? Did the kids tell you something? Were you interested in that coworker?
"That is… understandable…" She gulps, grabbing her phone from the table. "Still, I would like to help you any way I can, if you… don't want someone else to do that…"
You understood what that tone meant.
She is hurt.
May Celestia strike you down with lightning at any moment now.
Without another thought you put your hands onto her forearm. "I… I could still need someone who brings the kids to school for the week… and the… the washing machine keeps leaking water—!" The washing machine did in fact not leak water. But gods, just anything that washes this soggy look from her face will do.
A faint hint of a smile forces the corners of her lips to jerk up as she lays her warm hand on top of yours resting on her arm. "The washing machine, hm?" You nod eagerly, giving the muscles under your touch a light squeeze. "The washing machine… Interesting…" Her thumb brushes over the back of your hand as she fights the longing in her heart to bend down and press her lips to your forehead.
Peruere also knows that you just lied to her.
"Are you sure it's the machine that is leaking?"
Thunder boomed outside as the clouds cracked open with lightning and rain drops. Marching the sudden spike in your heart rate as the heat shot down into your core.
You barely recognized the hand that placed itself onto your waist as the words seemingly stuck to the back of your throat.
"What if… my answer is no…?" You breathed out. Watching the fire in her crimson eyes flicker as you both stood in the middle of your shared kitchen. Chest to chest. Her hot breath fanning against your nose as you glance down to her soft lips. Once. Twice.
You didn't get a third look when you suddenly felt her lips connect with your own like a magnet. Her arms coming around your figure, making you gasp into the kiss as she presses you against her and your hands move with a carnal urgency up into her hair which you haven't felt in months.
Kissing her felt like a star colliding with the deepest pit of your desires. Sparks shooting down your spine as she sits you up on the counter, lips moving down to your neck where they find you weak spot immediately. Her hands moved at the same time, unbuttoning the shirt that's hiding you from her greedy eyes and she can't help but leak into her boxers as your bra comes into view.
"P-Peruere—"
If you didn't stop now there will be another baby on the way.
"Our youngest keeps asking for a new sibling…" She rasps against your skin, having the slick pool into your panties at the implication.
"I-I know—" You mumble, the ache between your legs almost numbing to the mind when you look down and feel her hands fumbling your tits through the bra. "What are you telling her…?" When desire gets the better of her she presses her painful bulge against your crotch. Dragging a low moan out from the both of you. "Mom and dad will… will be working on it in the future— ah-!" You slammed your hand onto your mouth as she ground her clothed dick into your pussy. Pressing the zipper of your pants right into your clit.
"Filthy thing." She slurs into your neck as her hand shamelessly grabs onto your ass. Gods, did she want to fuck you on that marble counter. Tear your clothes off and pump you full of her until you can't help but surprise her with her a positive pregnancy test.
But your kids were sleeping upstairs.
And you were kind of divorced.
Both of you whined but didn't protest when there was finally some space between the two of you again. Followed by a loud silence.
Thunder boomed again.
"I… I should leave—" She mumbles to herself, checking her pockets for any missing stuff as she was still catching her breath like you.
"Good… Good idea…" You swallowed the clump in your throat along with the desire covering your senses. One moment longer and you would've ripped these pants off of her.
Wordlessly, you both fixed your appearances before you accompanied her to the door. The goodbye awkward but no less agonizing as you both breath in each others scent during your hug. The rain drops around you hitting the concrete.
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I need her to look at me like that while she‘s got my neck on a leash and I only have a drenched slip to my name. Yes I will hump your heel, Sir. Yes I’ll clean it up.
