#edgeray

IN LIGHT OF THE TRAILER..... [nsft utc--]

Ty for drawing me and my fam. Will use the newest arle as reference 😚

Content warning: tit play, thigh riding

Idol! Arle who is getting ready to leave in one of the backstage rooms after another successful show when you go to her room to tell her she did so good. She kisses you on the lips and drags you to her lap, where you whisper to her how good she did and how hot she was. She starts making out with you, and her hands grasp your hips. She positions you over her thigh and makes you grinding against her, making you moan so prettily.

Your hand reaches up to her boob window and places itself in between her breasts, warm and plush underneath your skin. Caressing over the valley you push into her kiss deeper, sucking on her tongue as she groans. Your hand slides to the right, slipping underneath her clothes to hold her breast which sits so perfectly in your hands. Her skin is so soft and smooth, you can't help but free them from their confines pushing the fabric off to make way for them. Her nipples are pink and perky and you give ample attention as you start rolling your thumb over her teat with one hand, while the other fondles the other.

She groans your name against your lips and you can't help but grind harder against her thigh, soiling your panties. You finally pull away from her lips to catch your breath, before you tilt your head down and latch your mouth onto one of her rosy buds. You kitten lick over the small bump, dragging your tongue deliberately over it as your ministrations on the other increases in speed. She's so warm underneath your touch, so sweet. You nip her, skin in between your teeth, a gentle nibble before you start suckling, swirling your tongue over the bud while you're at it.

Her hand finds its way into your hair, gripping it tightly as she throws her head back, leaning against the back of her chair, murmuring about how good of a girl you are and for you to keep going. She tugs your head closer to her chest, encouraging you to do more. Once one teat has been given enough attention, erect and surrounded but soft teeth indents, you turn your head to give the same treatment to her other. She just tastes too good underneath you. You ride her thigh harder, feeling yourself close to your release, fueled by Arlecchino's low grunts and groans as she slides you against the length of her thigh faster and faster. The thigh straps' rough material rubs against your clit deliciously and you're so, so, so close.

That is until there's a knocking on the door and someone yells for Arlecchino to get ready to leave soon. Arlecchino sighs and increases her speed to make you cum as soon as possible and you come, wailing as you suck on her teat aggressively. Giving one last kitten lick over her bud you pull away with a wet pop and rest your head against her shoulder to recover your breath.

She whispers into your ear, her voice gravely and ragged. "When we get home, you better call in sick for tomorrow. You started this, so you better be prepared to face consequences."

You can't help but clench at her words. You know you're not walking tomorrow.

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This is your fault sev.

i should send you art more often if this is the kinda stuff you'll drop in my inbox, ray-- [more nsft utc--]

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(And then she fucks you on the kitchen counter as a 'reward.')

??? literally get in line ??? /j

before arle i had no love for the housewife lifestyle but now i see the vision !!! i see it but for arle only amen 🙏🙏🙏 she won't let you forget how grateful she is for all you do at home. being a stay-at-home parent is definitely not an easy job, and arle acknowledges that. hell, it's probably just as difficult as her job as a harbinger.

so on the days where you both can find the time, she makes sure to treat you. she'll be on your hand and foot the whole day; maybe she'll start the day off by getting up a little earlier to make your favorite breakfast, or maybe she'll have a little special something planned at your favorite restaurant for dinner that night. (she rents out the entire space, so it's just the both of you.) maybe she even gets you a gift; anything you like, or anything you've been wanting, she'll give to you. be it jewellery, or a trip somewhere, or maybe a book you've really been wanting to read. all these little details about you are carefully stored away in her mind, right next to all the most important, confidential information given to her by the tsaritsa herself. that is simply how highly she holds you in regard.

(NSFW below)

Imagine Arle coming home from a mission late at night. She's tired and exhausted and all she wants to do is retreat to your arms. When she enters your guys' shared bedrooms she sees you on the bed, half naked and wearing her favorite lingerie set, with a book besides you. You're asleep, but from the lack of covers and clothes and the book besides you, you must have been patiently waiting for her until you got too tired. Arle melts at the sight--you must have waited so long for her

She gets onto the bed and slips herself in your arms, apologizing softly for making you wait so long. You don't stir awake in the slightest but you do unconsciously lean towards her touch. She admires your sleeping form, how cute you look, and she gives you a kiss on the forehead for being so patient with her. She carefully slips your panties to side to expose you dripping sex. She frees herself from her fabric constraints and guides her tip to your awaiting entrance. Pushing inside, she watches your sleeping face contort with pleasure and a low quiet moan escapes from you while your insides welcome her.

She fucks you slowly and shallowly, only wanting to give you pleasure. After all, that's what you deserve for being such a good wife and trying to wait for her? Presenting yourself so prettily to her when she comes home. (Whether you eventually get woken up by the fucking is on you, but if you don't, she makes the two of you cum and then has you cockwarm her as she sleeps besides you)

I apologize for how horny this was.

[more nsft utc—]

cw. somnophilia with established consent beforehand

Fourth Harbinger, the Knave, Father of the House of the Hearth, Arlecchino. She serves the Tsaritsa and as a Harbinger she's only known from the public as one of the bloodthirsty, savage, loyal, obedient dogs of the Cyro Archon. She's stained countless enemies, stained her hands with the blood of thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, who knows. Then she's the Father of the House of the Hearth, an orphanage unfortunately made for the production of Fatui soldiers. She tries her best to save as much children from pointless deaths and has raised them as best as she could for children that are of the Fatui. It's not enough, children still die on missions, still abused and hurt from the system she was brought into herself as a child of the House of the Hearth.

Even her body is a stark reminder of how 'monstrous' she is. She never minds her blackened arms but she is well aware that when people first spot them, they are terrified--rightfully so. The skin and claws are a part of her and it's one she accepts. So is the red cross in her eyes. However, for the briefest of moments when she forgets about her labels, in the comfort of her bedroom that is neither lived in or personal, she wonders what it'd be like to be stripped of those titles.

You make her forget about them. Even when the two of you were young, when she pulls you into her arms, when you intertwine your fingers with hers, when you kiss her so gently as compared to the harshness of this world, she does forget her titles. Here, with you, she's neither Harbinger or Father, with you she's just a lover. You make her impossibly warmer than anything her Pyro Vision can produce. Her loyalty may be for the Tsaritsa and she would die for her Archon, but even more extraordinary, she'll live for you.

And then. You get pregnant, and she's breathless, experiencing some sort of whiplash that catches her completely off guard, utterly vulnerable. The Fourth Harbinger, the Knave, the Father of the Hearth, is suddenly just a lover. And a father. For once, she's not a dog of war for the Tsaritsa, she's not a killer of many, and she's not a carrier of destruction. No, she created a life, something she could have never imagined possible, especially from her stained hands. She helped create something so beautiful and pure and blissful that she almost doubts that this is indeed a product of your two's love. But the baby growing inside of you is hers, hers to completely love without any restrictions from or regards to her titles. The only title that matters here is simply: father.

When little Estelle wraps her tiny hand on her finger, squeezing with as much strength as her baby muscles would allow, Arlecchino melts. Estelle is neither afraid of her arms nor does she twist away from disgust. Here, she learns she has so much more in life than Harbinger, Fatui, and House of the Hearth. She has you, and she has little Estelle (and noe later on).

Anyways. I love soft Arlecchino.

TEARS IN MY EYES ?? I NEED HER SO BAD 😭😭😭 soft arle………… when she finds out her wife is pregnant she’ll be so unbelievably tender LIKE ?? if she can, every night, she’s lying between your legs and resting her ear on your stomach, hands drawing idle shapes into your hips or thighs. you run your fingers through her hair and arle wants nothing more than to just melt into you.

from the moment she first feels the baby kick, she’s hooked. she’ll place a palm over your stomach to soothe the little one into settling down so as to not disturb your sleep. at this point, she always spoons you from behind in bed, and arm thrown protectively around your midsection.

the time between your third trimester and the first few months after the child is born is when arle’s protective instincts go into absolute overdrive. your home is filled with only members and former members of the house of the hearth—from the doctor, to the butler, to the maids, and everything in between. she has an elite handpicked group of guards posted around the grounds, and monitors them herself, taking status reports every hour or so. everyone in the home knows that their utmost priority, above even their own life, is yours and the baby’s and no one else’s. the knave has made that very clear the moment they stepped onto the grounds.

cw. childbirth