Alrecchino Genshin - Tumblr Posts
cw: allusions to smut, mdni, afab reader, terms of endearment (reader is referred to as 'pet'), dom/sub dynamic.
You can't help but melt in her touch - the way her claw like nails stroke at your hair and how she whipers softly in your ear late at night. For as rough her exterior is, the Knave is quite gentle. She leaves red kisses on your neck and shoulders, keeps you under her body. All you can do is take and receive and beg.
She draws from your lips words you never thought you'd say. The Knave, Arlecchino, never once hurts you in unwanted ways. You think she is worshipping you almost the same you worship her until you're reminded that she sees you more as a pet than a human, a partner who comes to her side at her beck and call. She expects nothing less, and in return, only buys you the best you could ever want.
The sweets you eye, the clothes you sigh over - all for your perfect obedience.
And - oh, how she loves you in her strange way.
"Kneel pet," she commands, voice sweet, going against everything she appears to be. So, beneath the desk, you do, looking up at her through your eyelashes. Your lips are as red as blood and she admires your make up, for a moment, before it inevitably gets smudged. "Be good for me."
And all you can do is obey.
Yandere Arlecchino who expected her darling to put up a fight and instead found out they were planning a wedding for the two of them all along or just is like, "yes kidnap me its okay i'll go willingly!"
Out yandere the yandere
She's not crazy if I'm crazy too
Yandere Arlecchino x Fem! Reader
TW: Yandere themes, mentions of stalking
She wasn't surprised to see your home empty. All your things packed away, photos off the walls, clothes no longer in the closet. She wasn't surprised to see that you were gone. You were a smart girl after all, she expected nothing less from you than to be aware that you were being stalked. You must've noticed she was on the move, noticed that she was growing impatient with her lack of you in her life. She scoffed at just how much of your stuff you'd left behind, in so much of a rush that you'd rather leave without it.
What did surprise her was the sound of your door opening again, her heels clicking against the floor as she turned to face…you? A smirk must've formed on her face, but she made herself stifle it. Although the chase would've been nice, the feeling of hunting you down where you stood, this was better. Waltzing into her arms accidentally, not ever being able to get away again.
“Forgot something?” She cooed, crossing her arms over her chest.
But you didn't seem scared. Didn't even make an effort to run away. Arlecchino was aware that she was a stranger in your home. Not just any stranger, but a harbinger. Even if you didn't know who she was, you'd be able to feel the power in her energy, in the way she carried herself, yet you weren't afraid of her. Were you putting on an act? Did you have something planned? Her red eyes stayed on you, pupils never leaving your form, but just awaiting your next move.
“I don't think so,” you looked over the room once more, “I was pretty sure I packed everything.”
“You must've forgotten to leave then,” Arlecchino chuckled, her claw like fingers tapping against her arm, “or do you not realize what I plan to do to you?”
You hummed softly as you walked into the room, past her form. Delicate hands reached into one of the many boxes you had sat to the side. She merely watched you, waiting for the part where you scream or cry, even fight, but instead you lifted a dress bag from inside the box and opened the zipper. White lace and tulle filled her vision. You traced your hands down puffs and ruffles, showing her the rather complicated wedding dress.
She cocked an eyebrow, “You're getting married?”
“Of course, silly,” you said with a playful giggle, taking one of her hands into yours and interlocking her long fingers, “I'm getting married to you!”