I've been working on it for a little while now, and I'm still at the beginning of the script. A few new sprites have already been added, and two backgrounds have been updated! Since the previous update introduced a lot of new sprites, most of the upcoming scenes won't require many additional ones, although there will still be a few special scenes and brand-new backgrounds.
Before starting this update, I mentioned that I was cleaning up the game's code. Over the course of development, I've learned a lot and significantly improved the way I program, which has made everything much faster and easier to work on.
The coffee shop scene is a bit long, so I only have two screenshots for you today
Eu já venho trabalhando na atualização a algum tempo, e ainda stou no começo do roteiro. Alguns novos sprites foram adicionados, e dois backgrounds foram atualizados! Já que n atualização anterior eu adicionei varios novos sprites, boa parte das cenas não vai precisar de novos desenhos, mas ainda pode ter algumas cenas especiais com novoc backgrounds também.
Antes de começar essa atualização eui mencionei que estava limpando o codigo. Com o desenvolvimento de tudo eu aprendi bastante e melhore bastante a forma de programar mais facil e isso vai deixar as coisas ao menos mais rapidas
A cena do café é um pouco longa, eu tenho apenas 2 prints por hoje.
hiii!! back with more smut for you guys bc u deserve it <333 inspired by my muse my love tumblr user @starzs0ul and their genius, genius mind
WARNINGS: MDNI, smut, pierrot x reader x harley, greenapple is implied ofc, bondage, shibari, dacryphilia, overstim, oral (reader recieving), oral (m recieving), AFAB gender neutral reader, knotting, pierrot has a knot, harlequin has two tentacle dicks, little bit of breeding kink, shockingly no pet play in this one sorry gang </3, kinda dubious consent but reader is into it i promise, pierrot begs ofc, monsterfucking, size difference, um uh pierrot eats mc out after harley fucks them and idk how to tag that. if i missed anything let me know!! xoxo
WC: ~4.6k
“Harley!” You greeted the green monster as he opened the door to the now closed cafe. You stopped bothering to lock it until after you left, knowing him or Pierrot would inevitably show up during your closing tasks.
“Hello, dear one,” he grinned, sitting at a barstool as you wiped down the counter in front of him. You shot him an amused look before glancing between him and the clock on the wall.
“Pierrot coming? Or are you walking me home alone tonight?” you asked. It was the circus’s off day today, and normally both of them would fight over who gets to take you either to your apartment or one of their tents, so seeing just one of the men was odd.
“Just me, dearest. Pierrot is back at the circus setting up a… surprise. Though if you want me all to yourself, I wouldn’t mind~” he purred out, trailing a clawed fingertip up your arm. You laughed, rolling your eyes as you batted his hand away playfully.
“Will this surprise end in one of you going to Doc’s tent again?” you asked, half joking and half genuinely skeptical. Harlequin scoffed.
“You think so low of us, love!” He cried dramatically, throwing the back of his head in a ‘damsel in distress’ pose. “You’ll come to find there are some things we can agree on,” he said. You giggled softly.
“Like what?” you teased. He raked his gaze over you, his grin widening.
“I’m sure you can get creative~” he purred out. You rolled your eyes again before placing a hand on his hat, tugging it down to cover his eyes. He moved quickly to put it back in place, glaring at you half-heartedly. “Rude,” he huffed. You just smiled in response.
Harlequin continued talking softly as you finished closing, watching you as you restocked and wiped the windows. Finally, when you were through with your tasks, you shut the lights off as Harlequin opened the door for you. You turned to lock it before facing him again, smiling as he held out an arm for you to loop with your own.
“Such a gentleman,” you said in faux surprise, as if he didn’t do this every time. He just chuckled.
“Don’t get used to it, dear one,” he teased.
“So, what’s this surprise?” you asked, the anticipation growing the entire time you were finishing your shift. He just shook his head, tutting softly.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” he asked, making you huff.
“Ugh, you’re no fun,” you whined, though you continued on your path to the circus, letting Harlequin lead the way.
Harlequin led you around to the back, where the tents they lived in were. He trotted up to Pierrot’s, opening the flap and leading you inside. You frowned, stepping into the pitch black of the tent, relying on the arm intertwined with yours to not trip or lose your way. The excitement in your chest quickly settled into dread, an almost primal fear that raised the hair on the back of your neck gripping you.
“Um… Harley? What’s happening?” you asked, turning to him as you looked into his glowing green eyes. You could tell he was grinning from the look he gave you, clearly enjoying your fear.
“Think we can tell them now, Pierrot?” he called into the darkness. A sudden hand gently wrapping around your free arm made you jump with a slight squeak, though as you turned, your fear softened into affection as you met the golden eyes of your other lover.
“Don’t be scared,” Pierrot murmured, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your temple. From the warmth of his lips, you could tell he didn’t have his mask on, making you pout a little. Guess they’ll keep it dark…
You heard the sound of porcelain dropping, and as you felt Harlequin’s breath ghost across your neck, you assumed he had taken his mask off as well. He licked up the length of your neck, nipping at the shell of your ear before speaking in a low voice.
“You trust us… right, dear one?” Harlequin asked before kissing back down your neck, settling in front of you as his hands gripped your hips. You felt another pair of clawed hands trail up your shirt, the heat of Pierrot’s body pressing against your back. You moaned softly, caught off guard by the sudden attention.
“Not so much after you ask that,” you mused, letting out a small, nervous laugh. Harlequin snickered as Pierrot let out a soft huff.
“You know we would never harm you, my love…” Pierrot said, lifting your shirt higher on your torso. Harlequin guided your arms up to allow Pierrot room to take it off, tossing it god knows where in the pitch black room.
“I know, I know,” you hummed, smiling softly. “So… what’s happening?” you asked, tilting your head at Harlequin, who was still in front of you.
“Just relax, dear one~” Harlequin teased, working on the button to your jeans, pushing them down and leaving you in just your underwear, which he made quick work of as well. You sighed in amusement at their secretive behavior. They always were over eager. Once you were bare, Pierrot scooped you up from behind, carrying you bridal style through the dark. You hung limply in his arms, being alright with wherever you ended up. “So trusting…” Harlequin sighed out as he trotted beside you. You felt a shudder go down your spine at his words, suddenly worried about what you were getting yourself into.
You were laid onto a soft mattress, one you immediately recognized as Pierrot’s from the many nights you spent there. You quickly crawled up to sit at the head of the bed, waiting patiently for either of them to make a move. Your eyes went wide as you only saw one pair of glowing eyes, blinking at the green hues for a moment before looking around, trying to find Pierrot.
Turning your head to the side, you jumped, seeing two golden eyes directly beside you. Pierrot’s eyes went from blown out hearts to small pinpoints in an instant as he retreated quickly.
“I-I’m sorry, did I scare you, my dear?” he asked, his tone apologetic. You sighed before laughing softly.
“Only a little. It’s alright,” you murmured. You blindly reached a hand up to cup his face, but your movements were stopped short by what you were sure was one of Harlequin’s tendrils. Your gaze snapped to his as you pouted, ready to reprimand him, but a second tendril slipped into your mouth, keeping you from talking.
“Mm, my turn to talk for a little, dear one~” he teased. You nipped playfully at the tentacle in your mouth, but stayed quiet. The curiosity of what they had planned was eating you alive.
You felt your bound hand move towards your free one, the tendril wrapping around both to keep your hands immobile. “Now, just like we practiced, Pierrot,” Harlequin said. You hummed in confusion, only for your eyes to widen as you felt a soft material gently wrap around your wrists. Harlequin loosened his grip, leaving room for the binding to fully enclose your wrists as you looked up at him, confusion swirling in your eyes.
Pierrot tightened what you assumed was a soft rope around your wrists, pulling them together before pulling the rope taught. He tied the knot before gently grabbing your arms, holding them out to Harlequin. “Is that right?” he asked. You blinked up at him, caught off guard. Whose idea was this..?
“Mm, a bit sloppy, but not bad for your first time,” Harlequin said, moving closer. He pulled at the knot, toying with it for a moment before handing your arms back to Pierrot. “It’ll hold,” he hummed. Pierrot grabbed your hands and pulled them above your head, attaching the rope to something you couldn’t see in the dark of the room. Your arms hung limply in the air, leaving you at the two monsters’ mercy.
You watched as the glow of Pierrot’s eyes moved lower, towards the foot of the bed where Harlequin was seated as well. Clawed hands took gentle hold of one of your ankles, pushing it up to meet the back of your thigh. He looped the rope around itself before winding it around your leg, binding your ankle to your thigh and keeping your leg spread. The more Pierrot wound the rope around your leg, the heavier his breathing got, his pupils forming large hearts as he gaze at your spread out form. When he finished the knot, he moved to do the same to the other side, but was stopped by Harlequin.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, narrowing his gaze at Pierrot. Pierrot tilted his head in question. You felt two fingers slide under the rope, tugging at the bind a bit. “Check the tightness, you don’t want to cut off circulation,” Harlequin reminded. Pierrot nodded, and you felt another two fingers slip just under the not to check the bind. Once ensuring it wasn’t too tight, Pierrot moved to your other leg, doing the same.
Your gaze was drawn to Pierrot and Harlequin’s eyes naturally, being the only lights in the dark of the tent, but you couldn’t help the blooming heat in your cheeks knowing they could see you just fine without the light, spread open and vulnerable for them. Even though they kept their gaze glued to you, you didn’t feel any touch aside from the tentacle in your mouth and the hands binding your legs.
Once both of your legs were fully tied, Pierrot turned his attention to Harlequin. “Does that look right?” he asked, his voice shaky with need. Harlequin hummed, looking over the ropes for a moment.
“Good frog tie, considering you’ve never used rope like this before. I could’ve done better, but it’ll do,” he said, shooting an instigating glance at Pierrot. Before he could respond however, you felt the tentacle in your mouth retreat. “What do you think, dear one?” he asked.
“I think I still don’t know what’s happening,” you grumbled.
You jumped as you felt the pad of Harlequins thumb press into your clit, rolling slow, gentle circles against it, teasing you. “Oh, come on, dear. I’m sure you can guess with your position~” he purred out. You panted slightly, fighting the urge to rock your hips against Harley’s hand.
You felt the bed dip beside you, two arms wrapping around your torso. Pierrot nipped softly at your ear, groaning against it.
“You look divine like this, my love,” he panted out. He ran a hand up your bound arms, sending shivers down your spine as his claws traced lightly at the sensitive skin. You bit back a moan, instead letting him unhook your arms from above you, allowing them to rest at your front.
You gasped softly as Pierrot pressed his lips against yours. He took advantage of your surprise, his tongue quickly moving to roll against yours. Harlequins touch on your clit grew firmer at the same time, making you shudder and roll into the stimulation. You kissed Pierrot back as you whined, and he greedily swallowed your moans.
“Remember the deal, Pierrot~” Harlequin purred. Pierrot growled against you, kissing you a moment longer before pulling away.
“I remember,” he pouted, though he stayed seated next to you. Harlequin let out a short hum, a smug energy pouring off of him as he slowly crawled up to you much like a predator would prey, seating himself between your spread legs.
“What deal?” you asked, feeling Harlequin’s hands slide under your hips to drag you onto your back. He chuckled, his grip on your waist tighter as you felt his twin cocks begin to grind against you, rutting right against your sensitive clit.
As you moaned underneath him, Harlequin grinned. “I get to fuck you first,” he said, leaning down to latch his teeth against your neck, biting down. At the same time, one of his hands trailed up to your chest, groping the soft flesh in his hand before tweaking your nipple. You whined pitifully, turning your head to give him more room. You looked up, your gaze meeting Pierrot’s. Your needy look had more of an effect than you meant for it to, Pierrot’s soft whimper ringing through the room.
“Please, don’t look at me like that, my dear,” he groaned. Despite his words, he gently carded his fingers through your hair, gently tugging to keep your gaze trained on his. His other hand came to rest at your jaw, his thumb softly pressing at your bottom lip. Your lips parted, allowing him entrance as he pushed his thumb against your tongue, moaning at the warmth of your mouth.
Your body went taught as you felt both of Harlequin’s tips dip into your entrance. “Naughty, Pierrot. I help you fulfil your ‘one and only true wish,’ and you thank me by stealing their attention?” Harlequin said, mocking Pierrot and his yearning to have you at his mercy. Harley pushed Pierrot’s hand away, guiding your face to his. “Mm, keep those pretty eyes on me, dearest. I want to watch you fall apart~”
If Pierrot responded, you didn’t hear it, too entranced by the stretch of your cunt as Harlequin pushed in. No matter how many times you had done this with them, it never got easier, your poor cunt stretched to its limits with his monstrous size.
“Gahh~ s-so wet. You like being vulnerable for us?” Harlequin asked, slowly pulling his hips away, the friction sending delicious sparks of pleasure through your lower tummy. As Harlequin thrusted back in, Pierrot’s claws gently traced along your scalp, making your brow furrow as you arched into the feeling. “Mm, such a dumb human, all alone with monsters in the dark,” he chuckled. His hips rocked forward once again before setting a slow, deep pace, making sure you felt every inch of his dual cocks with each thrust of his hips.
“F-fuck, Harley, ‘s too much,” you mewled out, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. Something about the anticipation, the methodical way you were tied up, made you all the more sensitive to your lovers’ touches.
“Too much? But you’re taking it so well,” he purred, bracing his hands on the back of your thighs, his claws digging in to the plush flesh as he fucked you. The pain did nothing to quell the rush of your arousal, only serving to tighten the arch in your back.
Pierrot stayed silent as he watched Harlequin fuck you, but even in the haze of your pleasure you didn’t miss the slick noises and soft groans from beside you, Pierrot stroking his cock in time with Harley’s thrusts as he watched you fall apart from his cocks.
A sharp cry tore from your throat as Harlequin resumed the teasing circles from earlier, tears of pleasure blooming in your eyes at the friction on your clit. “No-! I-I’m gonna cum,” you pleaded, trying to fight against it. You knew how this would end- you a twitching, overstimulated mess as they abused your poor pussy.
“Aww, is the little human gonna cum?” Harley hissed out, pressing harder against your clit as his thrusts sped up. Your mouth fell open as you cried out, looking up at Pierrot with a pleading look. “Looking at him like he doesn’t want you more fucked out than I do~” Harlequin teased, watching you fruitlessly try and run from the ruthless pleasure.
You whined in defeat as your orgasm washed over you, your legs shaking against their binds as he fucked you through it. Both monsters moaned as they watched you fall apart, shaking and helpless against the relentless stimulation. “Good job! That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Harlequin teased, his thrusts speeding up, no doubt nearing his own release. Your walls squeezed around him, a shaky groan tearing through his throat as your body tried to resist the overstimulation that was already beginning to set in.
“I love watching you fall apart,” Pierrot panted out, his gaze greedily drinking in every expression of your face. Your pleasure was like a drug to Pierrot, one he couldn’t get enough of.
“‘S too much!” you cried out, your hips writhing against Harley’s thrusts, trying to run from the pleasure to no avail.
“D-don’t worry dear one, I’m close,” Harlequin mumbled shakily, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he chased his release. You were quickly succumbing to your second orgasm, oversensitive from your first. “Come on, cum one more time for me,” he said, determined to make you fall apart before he did. You felt your hips get pushed up a bit more, his cocks bruising against your gspot with deadly accuracy.
The tears of pleasure that lined your waterline spilled over, trailing down your cheeks as your second orgasm slammed into you. Harlequin laughed in triumph before he grunted, leaning forward and latching his teeth into the meat of your thigh, the pain making your eyes roll back. He gave a few final thrusts before burying himself deep inside your walls, his cocks shooting hot cum right against your cervix.
Harlequin humped against you softly to ride out his orgasm, delighting in your soft, sensitive whimpers. When he was done, his teeth unlatched from your thigh, giving an apologetic lick to soothe the wound over before he began to slowly pull out. You shook your head, whining, but Harlequin didn’t stop, continuing to pull out slowly. “You know we aren’t done, dear one. Pierrot’s drooling for his turn, after all,” he purred out, finally pulling away fully as his cum poured from your hole. You winced in humiliation, already knowing the sheets were ruined.
The second Harlequin moved from between your thighs, Pierrot took his place, his hands placed softly on the ropes securing your legs. He let his palms roam over them almost reverently, feeling the rows of rope keeping you immobile like they were something holy. “So beautiful like this, love. All pretty, laid out for me. You couldn’t run even if you wanted to~” he breathed, the possessive note in his voice making you shiver. “If only you knew how long I’ve waited to see you like this. Helpless to the pleasure I could bring you,” he moaned, “It’s divine,” . Your eyes widened as you watched his golden eyes move down, glowering up at you from between your thighs as his breath fanned against your pussy.
“P-Pierrot- Harley just came inside me, I-I don’t-” you said, trying to dissuade him. You were cut off by a moan tearing through your throat, feeling Pierrot’s inhumanly long tongue roll against your clit, his eyes narrowing at you like you challenged him. You quickly glanced at Harley, who you could tell was giving you a shit eating grin from the way his eyes narrowed at you.
“Cute, that you think that’ll stop him,” he commented, snickering softly as you felt Pierrot suckle softly at your clit. Your thighs were already shaking, the tears coming back as you fought against the pleasure, earning another laugh from Harlequin. “Why do you think he wanted you tied up so bad?” he asked, two fingers going under the rope around your wrists, checking it wasn’t too tight. You pouted up at Harlequin, your brow furrowing as Pierrot sucked harder around the sensitive bud.
“E-evil. Both of you,” you huffed between moans. Harlequin patted your face in a condescending motion as Pierrot just moaned against you. You glanced down at him, seeing his eyes narrowed in amusement. “Fuck-!” you gasped, feeling Pierrot’s tongue worm its way into you, filling your walls as it curled against your gspot.
Harlequin’s cum did nothing to deter the ravenous monster. If anything, it seemed to egg him on, intent on lapping all of it out of your entrance, his tongue fucking into you in its goal rid you of the remnants of Harley’s orgasm. The more Pierrot’s tongue ground into your sweet spot, the closer to your orgasm you got.
“C-close-” you warned, your hips wiggling as best they could as your body chased your release. Harlequin reached down, rolling two fingers against your clit to help you fall apart. Your back arched, your arms tugging against your restraints as another orgasm pulled you apart. Pierrot moaned into you, the vibrations only making the pleasure worse as he continued to eat you out.
You let out a sigh of pure relief as Pierrot pulled away, only to groan as he settled between your thighs, his cock resting on your lower tummy. He pulled your thighs together, thrusting between them for a moment, the base of his knot rocking against your clit. You felt his dick rut against your thighs, fucking the flesh that spilled from between the rope. His eyes were trained on where you were restrained, pitiful moans and whimpers leaving his mouth.
A part of you foolishly hoped he would decide to get off this way. You pushed your bound wrists forward, catching the tip of his cock in your hands. You massaged his leaking tip, making his eyes squeeze shut as he moaned louder. A look of triumph crossed your face as you felt his knot begin to inflate against your thighs, and even though the pressure on your clit increased, making you mewl softly, you were determined to make him cum.
“No!” you whined, feeling Harlequin pull your hands away, quickly tugging the rope at your leg to pull it open.
“No cheating~” he said in a singsong tone, pulling your arms above your head and keeping them there. Pierrot was still panting, but as you felt his knot deflate, you knew you were fucked.
His tip probed against your entrance, gathering the slick that had pooled there before pushing in. He sank in to the base quickly, his hands trembling as he paused, trying to let you adjust. Every time your walls squeezed around his cock however, his hips jerked, making your cunt clench around him, a vicious cycle.
“I need you, my love. So bad,” he gasped out. That was your only warning before he pulled out, slamming his cock back in hard, quickly setting a rough pace. Your entire body was taught with pleasure, a live wire stretched to its limits. Cries and mewls tore through your throat endlessly as Pierrot’s cock battered against your insides. A hand moved quickly against your clit, but you couldn’t tell whose anymore. All you could focus on was the pleasure that overwhelmed you.
You felt your head get pulled to the side, the tip of one of Harlequin’s cocks at your lips. He pushed in, groaning as you took in half his length, the other cock rutting against your face as he bobbed your head up and down. You couldn’t warn either of them of your impending orgasm, but as liquid gushed against Pierrot, a soft gasp tearing through his lips at the shock, you were sure they knew.
“M-my love-” Pierrot groaned gutturally, his knot beginning to inflate again. “Can I cum inside you? Please, I need it- it feels so good seeing you tied up for me. Pl-please, I wanna breed you-” he gasped. Harlequin pulled your mouth off his cock.
“Well? Can he?” he asked, stroking himself just outside of your mouth. You were entirely fucked out, lurching towards Harlequin’s cocks again. “Aww. I’ll consider that a yes, Pierrot,” he said slyly, pushing one of his cocks back into you, bobbing your head against it deeper this time as he chased his orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum- ngh, I’m gonna knot you, please- you feel so good, I-” Pierrot babbled out. Just as his knot pushed into you, you came, the pressure of his inflating cock making white flash in your vision, your cries muffled by Harlequin’s length in your mouth.
Pierrot cried out as he came, fucking into you as much as his inflated knot would allow, fingers tugging at the bind on your thighs to ground himself as he fucked his release into you. You growled, your entire body twitching as the stimulation was too much for you to handle. You thrashed against the ropes, trying and failing to escape.
Your pitiful display drew a groan from Harlequin, your only warning before hot cum flooded your mouth, more landing on your face from his second cock. He let go of your head, letting his cock slip from your mouth as he stroked himself against your face, letting his cum dribble from your lips as you gasped for air.
As the three of you came down, Pierrot stayed seated inside of you, unable to leave until his knot went down. In the meantime though, Harlequin undid the rope binding your wrists. You laid limp, letting him release you as you tried to ignore Pierrot’s throbbing cock still stimulating your cunt. You took a deep breath, releasing the air slowly as your hands clenched into fists.
Harlequin untied one leg as Pierrot took to the other, the rope slipping away. You felt them lay your legs flat, but any relief you might have felt was interrupted by a soft squeal from you, Pierrot cumming once again thanks to the aftershocks of your fluttering cunt.
“S-sorry-” he panted out, his hands shaky as they massaged your thighs, hoping to soothe any flesh the rope might have left sore. You batted his hands away lightly, the innocent touch being far too stimulating. He switched over to your wrists instead, soothing the sore muscle. “Thank you, love. You did so good,” he panted out, a dreamy tone in his voice. You grunted in response, brain too exhausted to come up with a proper response.
“Yes, such a good little rope bunny for us. Maybe we should tie you up more~” Harlequin purred out as he winded the rope back up neatly. Pierrot’s eye lit up as you glared at Harley, too fucked out to cuss him out, hoping your gaze would do the trick. “If looks could kill~” he teased.
You moaned in utter relief as you felt Pierrot’s knot deflate just enough to pull out of you, finally giving you a break from the intense overstimulation. You weren’t sure who wiped the cum from your face with a cloth, but you were grateful, letting your eyes flutter shut. Once you were clean, Pierrot pulled you close from behind, spooning you as you faced Harlequin. He finished winding the rope, setting it presumably on Pierrot’s bedside before laying beside you. He was always tense during aftercare, so you reached a shaky arm out, tugging him close by the hand. He took the hint, snuggling against you, his head tucked into your neck.
Once you finally managed to get your thoughts together, you spoke. “I’m never leaving you two alone again,” you grumbled. Harlequin laughed softly as Pierrot huffed.
“Did you not enjoy it?” Pierrot asked, his tone a bit heartbroken.
“Didn’t say that,” you mumbled, reaching back and lacing your hand in his. He let out a soft coo, nuzzling you under his chin in contentment.
“Credit goes to me, dear one. I taught him how to use the rope,” Harlequin said in barely disguised jealousy. You used your free hand to pull him closer, feeling him relax and purr softly against your chest.
“Hey, it was my idea,” Pierrot murmured. You groaned.
“Fight later. Sleep now,” you sighed, about five seconds of silence away from passing out. The two monsters went quiet, knowing you needed rest after everything that transpired. “I love you,” you mumbled to both of them, sleep taking you over the second the words left your mouth.
Both men sighed.
“Should we tell them I tied you up to teach you?” Harlequin whispered, grinning at Pierrot, who shot him a murderous look.
“Never,” he growled quietly, making Harlequin laugh.
hello my loves!! im back from the dead, hehe. evil, evil things happened in the google doc where i wrote this. yippee!
jester x puppy reader xoxo
warnings: MDNI, smut, jester x puppy reader, AFAB gender neutral reader, puppy sub reader, owner jester, mean jester, kinda dubcon-ish?, reader is a brat at first because they feel neglected, jester does NAWT play that, punishments, overstimulation, SHOCK COLLAR, vibrator, tentacle dick jester (ofc), lots of pet names, PIV, cervix fucking, degradation, mocking praise, condescending jester my beloved, sweet aftercare, reader has been conditioned grrr
WC: ~3.9k
Jester had pissed you off.
It was nothing new. As much as you adored your owner, the man was as infuriating as he was beautiful; though he’d been especially irritating as of late. And the worst part?
There was nothing you could do about it.
“Um, Jester?” you asked meekly, looking up at him from your little dog bed by his desk. He didn’t even glance at you, just continuing to read his stupid little book.
“Is there a reason you’re talking while I’m busy, my sweet?” he asked, his tone light and teasing. You clenched your jaw. Just ask. Just ask-
“Um, have I not been good lately?” you squeaked. As angry as you were, you couldn’t shake the innate fear you had of him, the overwhelming urge to be good.
Jester just hummed, flipping the page. “You’ve been very good for me, puppy. You always are. Why?” he asked. You glared at him, feeling your eye twitch.
You were always his good pet. You adored following his orders, letting him think for you, but recently, being good hasn’t gotten you anything.
“You promised me a treat today…” you mumbled, looking down as you clenched your jaw. Jester spared a glance up at you over his book, thoroughly entertained by your pouting.
“I did,” he agreed, before looking back down at his book. You growled softly, pushing yourself up to stand as you placed a hand on your hip. Jester just sighed, setting his book on the desk as he crossed his legs, giving you a bored look.
“You haven’t let me cum yet this week,” you said, fighting the urge to squirm under his chilling gaze.
“Don’t you want to sit back down for me, puppy?” he cooed out, though you knew it was more a demand than a suggestion. You shook your head, crossing your arms with a small huff.
“I don’t,” you replied, your tone cautious yet firm. You knew you’d likely be punished, but you didn’t care right now. You were pent up, and Jester had been intentionally keeping his focus on other things, almost like he was waiting for you to break. “I want you to touch me,” you demanded. Jester scoffed out a laugh at your bold tone.
“And you think this is the way to get that?” he asked. You wrinkled your nose in displeasure.
“Being good didn’t get me what I wanted,” you retorted. You knew you were digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole, but you didn’t care. You were upset, and the closer you got to a full blown temper tantrum, the better you felt.
“I was going to reward you after I finished this chapter, but you can say goodbye to that now,” he hummed, giving a dismissive wave of his hand as he picked up his book. “I suggest you stop while that’s your only punishment, pet.”
You groaned, storming up and pushing his book out of his hands. “No!” you whined. You weren’t exactly sure what your goal was anymore, but you’d do anything that kept his gaze on you.
You let out a sharp whine as you felt him tug your leash hard enough to jerk your head forward, his face right in front of yours. You swallowed nervously as you caught sight of his narrowed gaze, his eyes glowing a hazy lavender in clear displeasure.
“Last chance,” he whispered, making you pause for a moment to really reevaluate your life choices. Unfortunately, you were just embarrassed enough to stick to your guns.
“Fuck you,” you scoffed, your eyes widening in fear before you could finish your sentence.
Jester didn’t look surprised at your outburst. In fact, the only indication he gave that he even heard it was a slight chuckle. He placed a hand on your chest, pushing you back softly as he tilted his head, a warm grin on his masked face. “Puppy,” he started, “the trunk under the bed. Grab it for me?”
You felt a chill go down your spine at his deceptively sweet tone. You stood in front of him for a moment, face full of confusion at his reaction. You mulled over it for a moment, still deciding whether to keep being a brat or to obey. You waited for too long however, Jester’s gaze dropping before he let a hand come up to your face, squeezing your cheeks almost painfully hard, forcing your expression into a pout.
“Grab it,” he hissed. You jumped, feeling him let you go as you skittered over to the bed. Kneeling down, you grabbed on to the trunk, pulling it out with a bit of effort. Bringing it to him, you waited patiently for instruction, like you usually did. Seeing his still irritated face though, you remembered, oh, right, I’m a brat right now.
“Happy?” you asked, raising a brow at him. His irritated expression morphed into one of slight amusement as he looked you over.
“Not at all. Come here,” he said, beckoning you over with two fingers. You trotted up to him, your conditioning and innate love for obeying him warring with the current brat attitude you were trying to keep up. You stood in front of him, wringing your hands out as you waited for him to speak. “Why are you being a brat, pet?” he asked, smoothing his hands along your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
“I didn’t get what I wanted being good, so I’m trying something else,” you said haughtily, your response making him laugh in a condescending manner.
“And what is it that you want?” he asked.
“Attention,” you pouted.
Jester’s grip around your waist tightened as he tugged you closer, looking up at you through his eyelashes. You hissed in a breath. God, he was just so pretty.
“Trust me, pet, you’ve got it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. You put your hands over his, keeping his touch firm on your skin. “You know I expect obedience from you,” he said in a low tone. You nodded. “You’ve never given me trouble before. Have I really been neglecting you so, my sweet puppy?” he asked, his tone mocking in that sweet way he always did to coax you into your puppy headspace.
Guilt began gnawing at you from the inside, months of conditioning causing your defiance to quickly crumble. He’s such a good owner. Why am I being a brat..?
“I-I just wanted your eyes on me,” you whimpered, giving into the haze clouding your mind. Jester smiled, humming softly.
“There’s my good puppy,” he cooed. “I like my good puppy more than I do my bratty puppy,” he said, standing up. His touch left your waist, making you whine, though this time you bit your tongue.
Jester knelt down, opening the trunk you were familiar with, though never allowed to touch outside of bringing it to him. It was where he kept all of his toys for you; ropes, gags, the occasional paddle when he was feeling especially sadistic. It was all organized neatly, so he could grab everything he needed without interrupting his playtime with you. He pulled out silk restraints, a gag with a dog bone shaped bit for you to bite on, a wand vibrator, a co-
“Is that a shock collar?” you squeaked, physically recoiling at the sight of it. Jester didn’t bother to glance back at you, despite how delicious your terrified expression would be.
“Puppies don’t talk, dear,” he cooed, the amusement in his tone obvious. Fear gripped you from the inside as he set it with the rest of the toys he was planning on using, closing the trunk. When the fuck did he even buy that-?
“I-I’m sorry owner I’ll be good, I swear, I-I’ll never do it again. I promise! I-I-” the bratty attitude was fully gone by now, instead replaced with terror. You continued babbling out apologies as Jester led the strap of the gag behind your head, shutting you up mid sorry-! as he forced the bone shaped silicone in your mouth. Unable to talk, you shook your head, accidentally throwing his hand off as he tried to tighten it.
“Listen,” Jester growled out, clearly at the end of his patience with you. “You wanted my attention, and instead of asking like a good puppy, you acted like a stray mutt. And this,” he seethed, unclipping the leather collar around your neck, making you cry out in despair, “is your punishment.” You felt Jester begin to tighten the shock collar around your neck, the metal prongs digging against the back side of your neck, far enough from anything major to not cause damage, but horrifying nonetheless. He attached your leash to the shock collar, giving it a tug as he grinned.
You let out a pitiful sound against the gag, almost a yip as Jester roughly pulled at your clothes, stripping you bare before tugging the leash again, practically dragging you to the bed. His usually soft movements were replaced with hard, rough ones, frustration bleeding through his every action.
“Bed,” he ordered shortly, helping you crawl into the bed so your shaky legs didn’t leave you sprawling on the floor. You settled against the pillows, watching him grab the purple silk ropes before grabbing your wrists, tying them together before looping the restraints around the top of the bed frame, keeping your arms up and out of the way. He set the remaining rope on his bedside table, grabbing the vibrator and plugging it in.
“This is how this is going to work, little one,” Jester said, turning the vibrator on and grinning as it whirred to life, the ominous buzz making you shift in your place on the bed. “Every time you cum without permission, you’re going to get a little shock. Every time you back-talk, you’re going to get a shock. Any time you break the rules, you’ll feel it,” he said calmly, crawling to sit between your spread legs on the bed. You nodded, looking up at him with big doe eyes, hoping your pitiful expression would warrant some kind of mercy.
You cried out feeling the harsh zap at your neck, recoiling from the pain that lingered. Jester let out a laugh, drinking in your distress. You quickly leaned towards him, face tilted up so he could remove the gag. He just grinned, tilting his head at you and your silent begging.
“Hm? Oh, no, puppy, keep chewing on your bone for me,” he cooed, smoothing down your hair with his free hand. You tilted your head at him in confusion, your brain clouded with fear and arousal. Maybe he’ll take it off when I need to ask permission..?
Another sharp whine tore from your throat, this time in pleasure as he placed the vibrator at your exposed cunt, rocking it against your clit. It was on its lowest setting, but it was powerful enough to have you panting, hips arching towards the pleasure. Jester grinned. “Mm, feels good, doesn’t it? Is my sweet puppy feeling good?”
You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Feeling another jolt of electricity shoot through you, this time stronger than the last, your eyes popped open. Jester’s face was closer now, his eyes looking between yours in pure amusement.
“You know you’re supposed to keep your eyes on me, pet,” he hummed out, his free hand cupping your face. As mean as he was being, he was still your owner, your safe space, so you couldn’t help the way you nuzzled into the warmth of his palm, the naive, trusting action making Jester’s heartbeat pick up. “Just keep those pretty eyes on me, darling. That’s all I need from you…”
The vibrator suddenly turned up, going to its medium setting. You fought the urge to let your eyes slip shut, tears of pleasure springing forth as your back arched, pressing you closer to the pleasure. Jester traced a thumb against your cheekbone as he studied you closely.
You risked a glance down, just for a millisecond, only to see a small remote held in the same large hand as the vibrator, no doubt controlling the collar. At your lapse in attention, the vibrations suddenly went to the highest setting, making your eyes roll back for a moment. You whined against the gag in your mouth, trying to warn Jester of your impending orgasm, already feeling the pleasure pool in your tummy.
“Hm? What is it, pup?” he asked, unable to hold back a small giggle as you fought behind the gag.
“I coass-” you tried, failing to say I’m close. Jester just shook his head, kissing his teeth in mock disappointment.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand you, puppy! Maybe try asking again?” he cooed out, his hand moving to the clasp of the gag. Your eyes lit up for a split second, thinking he was going to remove it. Instead, you felt the gag tighten more, forcing your mouth into an awkward position that teetered on painful. “Go on, ask again!”
“Aghhh-?” you whined as best you could, thighs twitching as you felt the pleasure at your cunt threaten to tip you over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, shaking your head pitifully, as if begging your body not to give in. That earned you another shock though, the pain radiating through you as you cried out, eyes shooting open as you gazed at Jester desperately.
“What’s wrong, puppy? C’mon, tell owner what’s wrong,” he cooed out, his deceptively sweet voice putting your defenses down for a split second. You moaned pitifully as you came, eyes rolling back as your hips rocked as close to the vibrations as they could.
A shriek tore from your throat, the shock collar activating once again during the height of your peak, lasting slightly longer than the previous shocks. The tears at your waterline spilled over, trailing down your face as the pleasure of the vibrator forced you to ride out your orgasm despite the lingering pain at your neck.
“That’s for interrupting me while I was busy, mutt,” Jester growled out, keeping the wand against your cunt as you were quickly pushed over into overstimulation. You looked up at him, sniffling softly as you tried to run from the pleasure. Jester nodded mockingly. “I know, I know. It doesn't feel good anymore, does it?” He cooed. You shook your head, whining. He let you nuzzle into his palm once again, allowing you to ground yourself just a bit amidst the intense stimulation wracking your body. “Don’t worry puppy, I know you have a few more in you for me. Just keep feeling good.”
You shook your head softly, giving him a pleading look, drool dripping from the gag in your mouth. Jester let out a short sound, almost sounding like a moan if you didn’t know any better. “Mn, keep looking that pretty for me and I’ll punish you more often,” he sighed out, jaw clenched as he took in every second of your punishment with sadistic glee.
He rolled the vibrator in circles around your clit, the friction mixed with the intense vibrations leaving you helpless as your second orgasm approached. You cried out in fear, already knowing what was going to happen. Still, you moaned against the gag, trying to warn him even if it was futile.
“Are you alright? You seem distressed,” he asked, tilting his head in mock confusion. “Come on, you’re such a big, grown up puppy. Use your words!” he encouraged. You bit down on the silicone in your mouth, groaning as you desperately tried to stave off your orgasm. Jester just kept talking, clearly getting off on the power he held over you. “Yeah, such a grown up puppy, using words like fuck you to your very caring, very loving owner. Do you even know what those words mean, angel?” he asked. You whined, thighs shaking as you came, the pleasure immediately being chased by an electric volt. You shivered, the feeling wracking down your body as the pain and pleasure blended together, to the point where you weren’t sure where one ended and the other began.
You didn’t get a second to catch your breath, the vibrations never once stopping. “Answer me, mutt. Do you know what those words mean?” you nodded, knowing this would only get worse if you lied. “And who taught my sweet puppy such foul words, huh?” You were barely registering his words at this point, instead panting hard as you tried to handle the pleasure. “You know, if it was up to me, the only words you’d know would be owner, thank you, and please. Maybe we can work on forgetting those other useless words next. Would you like that?” he asked. Your head lolled back, your body giving up the fight as you neared your neck orgasm. “Mm, I guess it doesn’t really matter. Your owner knows what's best, after all,” he hummed.
You felt his teeth nip just above the collar, taking advantage of your exposed neck. He kissed down the length of your neck, mouthing at your collarbone before sucking a dark mark against it, the possessive action forcing you over the edge for the third time.
Just like before, the collar around your neck activated, the pleasure assaulting your pussy warring against the pain from your neck. Jester chuckled into your neck as your body thrashed involuntarily, no longer able to keep up. He made sure to keep the wand firmly against you, making sure you were completely overstimulated.
Luckily, he took mercy, making sure you rode through your orgasm before turning the wand off, stopping the relentless pleasure. He set the wand to the side before unlooping your arms from the bedpost, letting them rest in front of you. You went limp as he untied you, his hands already nudging you into a different position. You trusted your owner, and you knew he’d place you how he wanted you.
After some positioning, you ended up with your face against the pillows, your ass in the air as your sopping cunt was left exposed. You felt Jester’s hands grip the meat of your hips, the tip of his cock already pressing into you. “Mm, what a good puppy, letting your owner use you even after being so mean,” he cooed, his voice a little shaky as your walls pulsed around him. Whether he was talking about you or him, you didn’t know, but you were too fucked out to really care.
You didn’t have the strength to rock back into him, instead letting him use you like a doll, simply moaning and whining underneath him, limp and spent. Just like he wanted you. His cock pressed in as far as your body would let him before heat spread through your core, his tip dribbling in aphrodisiac that quickly allowed him entrance to your cervix. You cried out. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, it always felt like the first time, especially when he pulled out slowly before slamming back in, the pleasure short circuiting your mind even more than it already was.
“That’s it, pet. I love it when you sing for me,” he hummed, fucking you harder than he usually did, no doubt due to his lingering irritation. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, the ribbed edges of his cock bruising against your every sweet spot. You weakly writhed underneath him, hands gripping the sheets beneath you.
Jester moaned softly behind you, using the leverage he had on your hips to rock you back against him. His cock pushed past the barrier of your cervix with every thrust, reaching the deepest parts of you. He owned you, inside and out, and the pleasure shooting through you reminded you of that fact. You could be a brat all you wanted, but at the end of the day you were his.
“Mm, I’m close, puppy. Cum with me?” he cooed against your ear, nipping at the sensitive shell of it as he fucked into you faster, less coordinated, chasing his release. He let one hand trail from your hip to your dripping cunt, rubbing quick circles around your clit as he let his lithe form drape over you. You whined, nodding as you let yourself fall into the pleasure.
As you came, you tensed, bracing for the impact of an electric shock, but it never came, the only sensation from your neck being the tug of the leash, pulling you flush against Jester as he came. He groaned, pushing his cock as deep as it would go, spilling into your cervix. He rocked his hips against yours, letting your pulsing walls milk him for every drop of cum they could.
The two of you panted in the afterglow, the tension in the room leaving as Jester pulled out of you slowly. You felt his weight leave the bed, leaving you cold and empty, cum dripping from your hole. As the overwhelming sensations left you, you felt the guilt gnawing through you. I was mean to owner…
Tears spilled onto the pillow beneath you as you felt the bed dip again. Jester gently moved you to lay on your back, unclipping the shock collar before slipping your usual collar onto your neck. He gently swiped a tear away with his thumb, smiling down at you. “Why the tears, my sweet?” he asked softly, already moving to unclip the gag.
You clenched and unclenched your jaw a few times before speaking, trying to ease the soreness. “I was a bad dog…” you whined sadly, sinking into the sheets beneath you as you avoided eye contact.
Jester just nodded, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your thigh. “You were. But not anymore, right? You’re my good puppy again?” he asked. You whimpered, nodding. “Then I forgive you, sweetness. I’ve been neglecting you, and your silly, dumb puppy brain just wanted attention. Is that right?”
“Yes, owner,” you whispered. “I-I didn’t mean it. I love you, I-” you started. He pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you.
“I know you do, puppy. That’s why I’m the owner, and you’re the puppy. Next time, use those pretty lips to ask me, instead of being a brat. Ok?” he said. You whimpered, nodding. “Look at me, pup,” he ordered, his tone still soft. You obeyed, raising your gaze to meet his.
“I’m not mad anymore. I know you’re my good puppy again,” he said. You felt your frantic nerves soothe the more he spoke, like embers dying in the rain. You grabbed his hand in a daze, holding it close to you. He just chuckled, letting the warmth of his palm soothe you.
“You humans are so funny, you know? If only you were all like you are for me, pliant and obedient. That’s why you’re my favorite,” he hummed. Your eyes lit up.
“Favorite?” you asked excitedly, despite your exhaustion. Jester nodded.
“Yes, puppy. My favorite,” he assured. This was more affection than you were used to from him, and you almost couldn’t handle it. He sensed the growing energy buzzing in you. But he also knew you were worn out. “Calm down, you’re exhausted. C’mon, you need a bath,” he said, helping you up as he led you to the bathroom. Your head buzzed almost like a high, your previous despair forgotten at Jester’s simple words.
I feel like there's a sharp contrast between how Pierrot acts in the game (all the spicy stuff he said to MC in their sleep) and how he answers to the creator's AMA's. Is he double faced or does he act innocent and clueless on purpose and is actually no better than Harleyquin about his intentions ?
I love your point of view about the whole lore !
??? I'm not sure I follow.
In the game he is pure/clueless 1000%
The fact that he gives you a bloody rose while actively bleeding, the fact that he kills that karen for you THINKING you'll like it? The fact that you can accidentally roofie yourself by eating the circus food and he's like: "oh....right.....we have that ...."---day2 MC asks him to explain and he's like ">_>"
He's a silly, just a dangerous silly.
But trust me, you can see his silliness in the game just as you can see how dangerous he is in the AMAs (he's been PLENTY threatening in the AMAs).
He just has two sides of himself, he's not using us or anything. For example: I have a version of myself when I'm with my family, as opposed to when I'm at work or with my friends. Same idea.
To MC, he tries to show the more positive aspects of his personality (just as we all do on a first date), while hiding the more negative/obsessive qualities at night while we sleep.
hii Neko. Is it okay if we get some pieces about the black tent without any spoilers? IM REALLY CURIOUS ABOUT WHATS IN THERE SINCE NO ONE IS ASKING ABOUT IT.
Heyoo!
All I can say is that there's also a certain... show inside it... as for the rest, you'll have to find out for yourself by playing!
hiii^^ Do monsters hold a funeral when one of their own dies? Or do they have another way of expressing their grief?
Hello! That’s a really good question!
Yes, they have their own funeral rites, which can vary slightly from species to species, but the basic idea is that they NEVER leave their relatives’ bones behind— especially skulls.
In the past, many humans used them as trophies in a disrespectful way, so it became a custom to always hide the bones of their own kind so they would never be desecrated by humans.
pairing: the freak circus x gn!reader / everyone . soulmate au
word count: 2.1K
summary: SHOVEL TALK, not really but its kinda like it. ohhhhh some slight drama.
a/n: never beta read. i wrote this with a big tummy ache qqwqq. BUT i found some reminisce of the plot on a piece of paper in my room… hehe, i am so dumb… i think i wrote it when i was half asleep. anyways! i will taking at least a one week break from this series. IT WILL COME BACK ON THE 17TH MAY. i just will have to tackle some requests. so just a small break like the last one. man, there is like nearly 40 requests so.
the tent was silent. only the sound of the gentle caress of the wind pressing against the canvas. fluttering, seeing in. the aching quiet that whispers through the rows of empty seats. but from how the wind. how the tent seems to rise and fall gently, like the ribs of something huge. motes of dust hang in the air. like ash drifting in the air after a blazing fire that had long faded out… the smell of the earlier performances lingered. sawdust. sugar. smoke. that coppery tang. it still hung in the air. like a phantom that refused to be forgotten. but the tent seems like it breathes. not literally. it was extremely eerie. like this place was haunted by the ghosts that had long passed. not by phantoms that lingered in one space. but ones that linger in the canvas. the ones that had met their doom tied to these tents…
however, amongst the empty seats, there sat one. you. sitting center fold. albeit, your stomach was still incredibly upset due to one of your soulmates had eaten food that probably was not safe for human consumption… or consumption at all for a matter of fact. but the doctor, with the curious mind even if he had attempted to eat harlequin’s food before, had to eat it. but you sat there, glancing up at the jester clad in purple. but you were truly trying to focus. but it was quite hard. not when your insides are rebelling against something you never chose to eat. this probably did not hurt the large one. compared to you who still had human physiology. and all you can truly do right now was endure the pain. maybe this was to pay back for stabbing yourself. however, you have experienced this pain a few times before! which only could imply that someone had eaten… harlequin’s creation of destruction. oh god. the sick, churning heat. you felt like you wanted to expel out what wasn't even there. your palms pressed hard against your abdomen. hoping to dear god… you can survive this.
on the stage. stood a lone shadow. a figure. jester had moved forward. his eyes glowed faintly purple in the dim. ❝ you are truly… ❞ his voice was silk to the ears. ❝ too trusting, our dear little soulmate ❞ his tone carries something close to a chuckle. though it trembled ever so slightly in the edges. he gazed down upon you, a distance between. ❝ a connection from the same loom ❞ he muttered. not a thread. even so, he noted that you didn’t say anything. his calculative eye could sense the discomfort. he clicked his tongue. usually he would have preferred better circumstances. but after the whole… situation that derived from… harlequin’s obvious sabotage to your dishes, it ruined his plans. but he had carefully curated this moment. he was not going to allow a simple stomach ache to ruin it.
he slowly leaned forward. but still at a distance. his movements were inhumanly smooth. ❝ you should really be careful. people… like you… who learn of our kind… rarely come out whole ❞ his voice so smooth, yet there was a hint of a threat. the fact you didn’t flinch. didn’t give a reaction that you were afraid. that intrigued him more than he wished it would. he took a step backwards. the lights of the tent started to grow brightly. it wasn’t warm even with the heat of the light hitting off against him. perhaps it was the chill of the wind. but this was where the real test truly lies. where he would truly judge you with a simple story.
a story. completely different from the one he told in front of an audience. but a story that needs to be told. you were stuck with them… whether you liked it or not.
❝ once ❞ his voice vibrates in his purple tent. his domain. on the stage. his voice deepened. ❝ cruel cruel humans kept us in iron cages beneath a travelling menagerie ❞ his hands raised as he was weaving a story of how it all started. a single audience. but his showsmanship was superb without the need for fools. ❝ we were young then. monsters. curiosities. a freak carnival of perils behind frayed canvas ❞ he frowned. remembering those times. times when they were weaker. believing the lies of what the ringleader had spoken. ❝ humans came to gaze. to point. to laugh. they threw meat and bones like we were animals ❞ he sneered. it was a memory that made him feel how utterly foolish his younger self was.
before his smile returned. but there was no warmth behind it. only teeth. ❝ we were six ❞ he murmured. ❝ when hunger took over. the second youngest took the necessary sacrifice. he stepped in ❞ he frowned. his eyes were cold. remembering that night. vivid. oh. columbina. ❝ the warmth of the youngest, the smallest grew cold. her flesh… it lasts ❞ he spoke. before he had walked to the edge of the stage. lowering his voice. like he was confessing something sacred. ❝ we tore her open. the smell. oh the smell… it was like salvation ❞ he closed his eyes. ❝ yet every mouthful was a plea for forgiveness, salty. every heartbeat of ours was an echo of hers ❞ he whispered.
he tilted his head slowly. ❝ and when our captors returned, what they found in the cages was not six trapped… ❞ his hands clenched before it loosened. softened. ❝ but five. five with streaked visages and a belly full of one of their own ❞ he paused. silence. the tent felt smaller now. just between two figures. one the performer and storyteller. and the other, the audience and the listener. he slowly flowed down from the stage. you looked up at him. he really was an epitome of elegance and beauty. truly the androgynous style. he leaned close. ❝ does that story frighten you? ❞ his voice was like velvet. ❝ you should be afraid, our dear little soulmate. because that hunger never truly ended ❞ he spoke softly as he pulled back. looking at you… waiting for what you were going to… what you were going to do. and that would reveal what you truly were.
you sat there. silent. thinking before you spoke. slowly looking up at him. ❝ i think ❞ you spoke. your voice was steady. soft but it was unbroken. licking your lips, feeling how dry it felt when you spok, ❝ you tell that story to make me run., but what i see is not cruelty. it was… ❞ you paused. thinking slowly. trying to find the right words. ❝ survival even when you did not view it as such ❞ you could tell how he view that moment in his life as a mistake. to eat one of their own. that plea for forgiveness for eating them. ❝ but you… and everyone lived. ❞ a little sad. wishing that you knew the sixth one. but fate is not kind. it wasn’t gentle. it was a torrent and… unpredictable. and no one is truly prepared for what would happen next. ❝ and maybe that’s what truly frightens you the most. that someone could look at that and still not leave ❞
jester stood still. he did not freeze. there was not even a change in expression. he looked down at you. ❝ if that is what you truly believe, you must be quite the idealistic fool ❞ he was calm collected. as he turned, the fabric of his clothes moved. ❝ you should leave ❞ he said very quietly. ❛ before i start believing you. before i started to grow more intrigued with your actions and your honeyed words ❜ he thought to himself. heading to the back of his tent. leaving you sitting there. alone. reeling over what was spoken and what you were feeling. you didn’t move. outside, the wind simply shifted. the tent sighed. like it was some kind of a living sentient little thing. as though the world itself were waiting for what was there next. waiting, watching… just to see which one of them would break first. and you did not want to be the first. with a brief moment, hands clasped. you finally raised from the seat, your hand still clutching your stomach. before you left the tent. completely pensive.
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the walk out of the circus was quiet. you had left your car a distance from the circus. you were deep in thought. pierrot had promised to visit you after he tackled some loose strands… you were sure he said that while looking over at the green and cyan tent. and you, beside the lingering pain in your tummy, was feeling a few pricks. the more you walked away, it lessened the load. which could only mean one thing, distance was a factor. perhaps, the closer you are to the inflicted soulmate, the more pain you feel? you hummed softly as you would have to take some consideration, some more experiments. the doctor seemed very highly on board at the idea of doing more research on the bond. with reason. you did not want to cause any discomfort to your soulmate if it were you injured… but it was a contender to think over.
you were at least five minutes away from the circus, nearing the location you had parked your car. the cars passed by. the world seems to lower its volume to let yourself dwell in your thoughts. you had kept your hands by your sides. walking a little slower than usual. ❝ evening. ❞ a voice, hushed yet quizzical called out. it was calm and deliberate. you paused. slowly you turned, staring at an average height man. dressed in average. his posture was relaxed but it was intentional. a detective. you could tell without the need for a badge to be flashed to your face. it was just the way the man held himself. the way he watched instead of merely looking. ❝ you just left that circus ❞ he stepped out to let the light illuminate his figure. and you knew it wasn’t a question.
❝ yeah. i enjoy the shows. it has this macabre feeling. quite refreshing outside the october ❞ you answer without an ounce of worry. you were calm and collected. years of this, it came so naturally. by second nature by now. ❝ the ticket… is quite expensive but it truly is well worth it ❞ you chuckled. striking a conversation. ❝ macabre, huh? ❞ he mumbled. the detective was already possibly clocking you as a horror enthusiast. the detective studied you, eyes were sharp. trying to see a slip in your mask. which was the worst mistake, he was up against someone who had years of hiding your own emotions, your true intentions. you have been questioned on the streets. some coming to your home even when you particularly had no involvement in the crime that was committed.
❝ you hear anything? ❞ the detective asked. wondering if you have heard the news of the missing people. you tilted your head as you furrowed your eyebrows. ❝ about what? ❞ you asked, your eyes wide at his question. ❝ the missing people ❞ the detective added soon afterwards. which you already knew. but why would you mention it? that would just make it a little suspicious to already mention the missing people. ❝ oh? didn’t one of them run away with a lover? ❞ you asked. ❝ that is what i heard from people! ❞ which was true. you had heard in the restaurant. words that you can even hear from the kitchen. ❝ is it not true? ❞ you looked concerned at the possible idea that you were wrong… well you weren’t but an act was an act. the detective’s gaze remained on you. weighing your words if they were truth or a lie.
it was a silence between the two. ❝ alright… it’s classified information… but you remember or hear anything at all… do let us know ❞ the detective coughed a bit. which you slowly nodded. watching as the man stepped back. ❝ do get home safe ❞ you watched only to turned to walk to your car. your ears opened for anyone following or feeling the sensation of being watched. but no one… except for one. you paused a bit, the feeling was there before. it only became apparent when you were away from the main street. you glanced around, finding yourself staring at reflective surfaces at each turn… slowly wondering if you were just vain to believe you were watching yourself… or someone was watching you… you hummed only to click your fob. hearing that distinct sound of your car opening.
SYNOPSIS ᯓ★ After months of cold shoulder from your boyfriend, the relationship finally comes to an end when a Reddit post spiraled into your best friend’s orbit, and the poster? Your own boyfriend. The embarrassment and shame brought onto your name began tumbling when he thinks you will come back —like you always do, he quotes— to him. However, this time your best friend had a plan in mind to prove your snobbish ex-boyfriend wrong. To set you up with her friend . . . Who is also going through a messy break up scenario of his own.
PAIRING ᯓ★ nerd! gojo satoru x fem! reader
TAGS ᯓ★ does not follow the original jjk plot . suggestive content . no smut (it is implied that gojo and the reader had sex, but will not be described) . gojo and the reader are in their 20s . pokemon lover gojo . gojo is a middle school student teacher . cursing . mentions of sex . naoya cameo . romcom stuff . fake dating . mentions of cheating (not done by gojo or the reader) . shoko cameo . suguru cameo . loneliness . slow updates
TAGLIST 𐔌 0 / 50 , open 𐦯 ᯓ★ . . .
NOTE ᯓ★ divider credits to @kthice & art credits to @dewbiscuits , logbook div made by me (raaaahh) ⟡ this is a rewritten version of my old CAITA, there will be a lot of changes in the plot because I didn’t like the original one when I reread it. Just a little reminder that this one will probably take longer, especially with my thesis and graduation coming up. Then I would actually have to find an actual full-time job and not internships (j#b, ew). Anyways, I really hope that everyone will like the new version of CAITA. Thank you for following the story up until this point sjkjkdjdkjs, enjoy!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ℘rologue ， chapter one ， chapter two ， chapter three ， chapter four ， chapter five ， chapter six ， chapter seven ， more to be added ♡
Your two boyfriends decided to beat the world record for the longest plank, but also forgot to clean the house. As you asked them to. Three times already. That's why you opt to give them a little punishment.
content/warnings: MDNI 18+, smut smut smut, barely any plot, masturbation, temptation, plank challenge, sly reader, use of sex toys, kissing, squirting, punishment, cunnilingus, they are starvedddd, and also pathetic (of course), dirty talk, they talk you through it
WC: 3.5k
a/n: late for the trend party, but oh well...
art by @/aransmind
When you came back home after a tiring day at work, a little flame had lit behind your barren eyes.
The first thing you noticed after crossing the hallway was a living room. Quiet, with only your two cats purring serenely on the sofa and all the blankets left as messy as they were in the morning.
The setting sun was bathing the room in warm hues, bouncing off all the dirty cups and glasses still sitting on the low table, although you asked Satoru and Suguru to clean them up.
Long beams of sun clearly showed the dust on the bookshelves before slowly slipping towards the kitchen, where the sink was still stuffed with dishes. The whole place was pure clutter, with plates and cups and a dirty pan from the morning's breakfast lying on the counters.
Something boiled inside your chest, and the tiredness made your head spin. In a fury, irritation, and disappointment, because where the fuck were your two boyfriends if not here, brushing the kitchen squeaky clean?
It's been four days since they've been doing god knows what and where, sneaking out of the house early in the morning and coming back late afternoon, with sweat coating their foreheads and dripping down their spines.
You asked them what it was for, but the only answer they offered was a short – you'll see baby, soon we're going to be famous.
Famous my ass, for your home was starting to look more like a brothel rather than your usual cozy apartment. Your job has been awfully busy recently, and from time to time, you also need to work on Saturdays.
Like this one, for instance, while your boyfriends had a whole day to take care of the house and still refused to do it.
That's why now, with a fury twisting your forehead and hands clenched in fists, you stormed through the apartment, going straight for your shared bedroom.
Quiet moans and pantings slipped between the door's frame, and you quickly opened it with a loud thud.
And then, expecting to see your boyfriends just fuck each other, you noticed them somewhere below.
On the floor, supporting their bodies solely on the forearms, bulging with blueish veins. With straight, naked spines and gym shorts brushing their trembling knees. With lots and lots of droplets of sweat blanketing their skin, and throats choking out low, short breaths.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" was the first thing that filled the room, and both of them slowly looked back.
"Oh, hi baby, how was your day–ahh," Satoru mumbled, with interrputing snippets of moans.
Your eyes moved to the open laptop in front of them, showing a timer displaying... one hour?
And then you noticed their phones, connected to the chargers, with a camera turned on and directed right at them, and a clock.
"How was my day? Awful, tiring, stressful, and I thought about nothing but going back to my clean house and two loving boyfriends," you said on one breath, seeing their faces freeze in horror.
Satoru growled, and Suguru followed him with a heavy sigh.
"Baby, we're so sorry, fuck, yeah it, ugh, somehow slipped our minds–" Satoru started, but you quickly cut in.
"Slipped your minds? I've reminded you three times already!"
"Darling, we're really sorry," Suguru added, lifting up his hips a bit higher. "It's just, we've been training so long for this, and–"
"For what exactly?" rolled irritated, with arms crossing on your chest.
You moved in front of them, sitting down on the bed. From this perspective, they looked much more tired. Exhausted, truly, but the sight of their broad backs bulging with muscles and sweat dripping down their chins was... oh well, it was rather pleasant.
They glanced up at your fuming face, trying not to look at the way your crossed arms plumped up your breasts.
"For beating the world's Guinness record in the longest plank," Suguru mumbled.
The what?
"I'm sorry? How the hell have you even got this idea?"
Satoru noticed a few strands of hair slipping from your pin-up, and Suguru started to move his attention towards the fire lighting up your curved eyes.
Oh, something else on his body also started to get fired up!
"Baby, you're not chronically online, and it shows," Satoru mumbled, and you did everything in your power to not slap him across his cheeky face. "We're just trying to assert our dominance in the plank challenge community."
"Assert your dominance?"
They nodded.
"To prove to some random people on the internet that you can do some stupid plank?"
They nodded again.
"Meaning, you need to stay in this position for the next–"
"Eight and a half hours," Suguru choked out, and your knees almost gave away.
Oh, they must've been joking.
You looked down at their sweating bodies with shoulders shaking from fatigue. Two pairs of eyes, one ocean blue and the other deep purple, wandered around your body, stopping on every curve of your skin.
You weren't wearing anything nice, truly, just normal, daily clothes.
The problem was that the three of you hadn't had sex for the past four days. Yes, rather... weird. But you were truly flooded with work, and they trained like two fools, so at the end of the day, all of you were too tired to even lift a finger.
But now, the tension slowly rising inside the room was getting unbearable. With their feverish bodies shuddering under your gaze, and low whimpers making you a little warm.
A little wet, with crossed legs making your cunt squish in pleasure as the material of your panties brushed against your clit.
The room was getting foggy, almost stuffy, with a smell of salty sweat lingering in the air and their hot breaths warming it up.
You've noticed their glances – lost and longing. Deprived of any attention whatsoever, and focusing only on the way the jeans dipped into the curve of your hips.
"That's a pity," you said, before rolling a dramatic sigh. "I thought we could finally have some fun today."
Their breaths shuddered.
"F-Fun?" Satoru muttered. "Like–"
You stood up, walking to your night table.
To the drawer that has been closed and dusted since you started dating those two fools. But now that a little teasing punishment slipped into your mind, you turned the key and opened it again.
The jewel.
Your favourite sex toy, you've been using every single night for all those years.
"Like me taking your cocks at the same time. You fucking me in Paris–"
"In France?" Satoru asked speechlessly, and Suguru tsked.
"No, dumbass, she meant the Eiffel Tower position," he muttered, irritated, and you giggled under your breath.
Your back was turned their way and the only thing they could see was you, bending over the drawer and taking something out.
Something long and heavy, hidden warmly in a plush bag. But then you turned their way and came closer, holding in hands a little, dirty secret you've been keeping from your two boyfriends for the past three years.
A long dildo, covered in soft pink silicone. With a little vibrator that could be either attached or used separately, having the sweetest, most toe-curling function of clit sucking.
And both of them growled, with hips almost hitting the floor.
Something behind Satoru's eyes boiled, and his pupils looked almost heart-shaped. "Baby, what the hell is this?"
You giggled, taking off your top in one quick move. The bra followed right away, finally letting your breasts spill from its relentless cups.
With pink nipples already hard and warm, as if waiting to be caressed.
A second later, you took off your trousers and panties, dropping the wet, dirty material right in front of their faces.
Not close enough to let them grab it and shove straight into their noses.
And thus you stood above, naked like a goddess, with plush thighs already wet in dripping juices and eyes dropping down onto their flushed faces.
"Unfortunately, it seems that my boyfriends are completely useless for the next," you glanced at the timer. "Eight hours, so I need to pleasure myself with something else."
A few soft pillows landed in front of them, before you plopped your supple ass down.
"Darling, just give us a few more hours and–" Suguru started, but then his throat suddenly clenched.
Because you spread your thighs open, giving them a delicious look of a creamy cum dripping down your fluttering hole and a little clit peeking from between soaked folds.
You raised two fingers to your plump lips and wetted them with a spit, before plunging them down, down, down. Straight between your legs, to give your two boyfriends an even better view of your cunt.
Your back leaned against the bed's frame, allowing your second hand to squeeze your plush tits, with fat spilling softly between your fingers.
"I can't Sugu," your lips pouted, doe eyes glancing at two possessed men. "Been waiting so long, look how wet I am."
Your finger circled the trembling clit, sending a wave of pleasure down your spine.
"I-I see darling, I see," he mumbled, looking almost like a starved dog.
In fact, both of them resembled beasts – with eyes glued to your sweet pussy and spit circling in the corners of their mouths.
You've noticed a bulge in their shorts, hiding behind a black material painfully hard cocks.
Your lips lifted in a smirk before you tested your clit again. Circling, pinching, rolling it with fingers, and letting sweet moans fill the stuffy room. One finger slipped inside your tight hole, but it was rather too short and too thin, compared to the thick digits of your boyfriends.
But you didn't show any dissatisfaction – instead, let out a honeyed cry.
"Mhmm, if only there was someone worth eating me out," slipped seductively, with a sweet, whiny voice.
Both of your boyfriends nodded in unison – frenzily, madly, with a quiet b-baby let me, and, fuck, darling, c-come a bit closer, rolling from their mouths on a single breath.
Your head tilted. "I don't think you deserve to taste her, hm?"
They whimpered (oh!) and shook heads.
Because they knew, fuck, they knew that if only they did what you asked them for, none of this would happen.
If only they didn't put into their heads some weird challenge and instead focused on their beautiful girl, right now Satoru could sink his cock into your tight cunt, and Suguru could suck on your plush tits.
To be the ones flickering your clit and have you moaning on their fingers, but instead, they could only take pleasure from watching a soft little frown crease your forehead.
Torturing them like that, however, wasn't enough and a sudden, horrific idea slipped into your mind.
"Do you want to have a little taste?" rolled in melody, and their heads almost snapped from the frantic nodding. "But just a single lick, hm? I can't leave my boys starved, after all."
A desperate yes, yes, yes baby please, and, just a lick, I promise, fuck darling just let me smell it, filled your ears.
So you moved a bit closer, till your cunt was right under their fallen lips and already lulling out tongues. Forearms started to shake from the fever coiling in their bodies, and cocks burned in need to get into the clutches of your warm cunt.
"Easy, remember, just a–"
But, well, foolish you must've been to think that your two starved beasts wouldn't use this chance to dive deep into your spread cunt.
With both Satoru and Suguru lowering their faces the second your hips moved close enough, to have your drenched hole right at their fingertips.
With two tongues sliding between your silky folds, lips sucking on a clit, and groans vibrating right into your womb.
"Fuck, baby, fuck fuck fuck, you taste heavenly," Satoru cried, with your sugary juices already dripping down his chin.
Suguru was no better, with a tongue trying to thrust inside your hole, till your feet curled in pleasure. "My sweet girl, oh fuck, tasting so good, clenching on me like a slut."
Their tongues brushed against each other, licking you clean in a harmony, working your hole open and slurping on a little, trembling clit like their life depended on it.
At some point, oh dear lord, they started kissing – messily, yearningly, with your gluey juices stuck to their lips, mixing with a spit. Your pussy was left alone for a single second before they went back to her again, smacking lips against each other while slurping on your drenched cunt.
You almost brushed their cheeks, beaming with droplets of sweat and single strands of hair twisting on pulsing temples.
Oh, they looked absolutely defeated. Miserable, with wet foreheads furrowed in a maddened crease and forearms almost giving out under the sweetness of your cunt.
They looked as if they enjoyed it too much, so...
"No, no, no, baby, w-where are you going?" Satoru whined, with a single, pearly string stretching between your folds and his chin.
Suguru, on the other hand, was ready to cry, with wobbly lips and a teary gaze following your glistening cunt, slowly drawing away.
You giggled, catching their delirious eyes, almost begging you to come back.
"Darling, forgive us, please, we're so fucking stupid," Suguru started.
Satoru rolled a sharp breath, feeling his cock leak through the shorts. "We're sorry, baby, we're so sorry, p-please come here."
Oh my!
You loved to see them in such a state. So miserable, beseeching, so, so different from their usual bold personalities.
And thus a sudden warmth hit your face, with a thrill boring through your spine.
One could think they were punished enough. Maybe it was time to let it go.
But watching them was just purely too exciting, and your cunt squeezed in need, every time their warm, shuddered breath hit your folds.
"How can I? Have you forgotten that it's supposed to be your punishment?" Your head tilted, before you finally grabbed the thing they had feared the most. "Besides, I don't think you can make me cum in such a state, but this–" a soft, pink dildo sat neatly between your fingers. "Can do the job."
Satoru furrowed. "Baby, do you really think it can make you cum? It's rather–"
"Small," Suguru finished. "Darling, your cunt needs a bigger stretch."
Well, they were right.
But it didn't matter, for your aim wasn't to cum, but to give them a taste of discipline.
Your finger flicked a button and the dildo, together with a vibrator, started buzzing in a low hum. You moved a little, pinkish head towards your clit, before–
"Oh fuck–nghh," a cry rolled from your fallen lips, feeling the vibrator sucking on your bud. With a little waves sent towards a bundle of nerves and pearly cum vibrating under its whirr.
Your legs spread wider, eyes already crossed, and when a long toy pushed through your flapping hole, you almost burst.
And the best of all – your boyfriends were right there.
Watching, with jealousy eating them alive and bodies quivering from a honeyed melody of your moans.
From your cunt swallowing the pinkish dildo the same way it always swallowed their dicks, and wetness pooling under your hips. The pillow was already drenched, and both Satoru and Suguru couldn't wait to lick it clean of your cum.
"Mhm, fuck, T-Toru, S-Sugu," you purred, pushing the toy even deeper. "Wish it were your cocks, nghh."
Their minds spiralled, gaze wavered between your puckered hole and hearty face twisting in pleasure. With glossy eyes, lips fallen open, and saliva trickling from the corner.
You looked fucked, and for some reason, they weren't the ones to push all your sweet buttons and cherish the plush, trembling body wriggling under theirs.
Instead, they could only pant and sob, with fat cocks strangled by already drenched briefs and cheeks still wet from your juices.
But instead of oogling you like two losers, they decided to give you a little push.
To come back willingly and move those fat hips back under their noses.
Maybe they wouldn't be able to sink their cocks into your wet cunt, but they could also not look at your plush body wriggling in pleasure and not talk your pretty mind through it, right?
After all, you were always such a slut for dirty talk.
"You look so fucking good, baby," Satoru started, glimpsing straight into your eyes. "My pretty girl, so so pretty. Thrust it a little deeper for us, hm?"
Your brows creased, but you followed his deep voice, moving the silicone toy inside your hole. "Mmm, so good."
"Heighten the intensity, darling. Feel it suck your sweet little clit," Suguru hummed, seeing you push a vibrator's button. It was buzzing louder, with its small gap pulling in your trembling clit. "That's right, our good girl–fuck–you're doing so well."
"Do you feel good?" Satoru added, a smile curving his sly lips. "Tell us, baby, talk to us. Is it good? Does it suck on your clit the way we do?"
Your head shook, tears already pricking in the corners of your eyes. "No–mhmm–you always eat me s-so good–ngh–the best."
None of you knew who was losing this battle – you, hearing their deep voices slowly talking you through it, or they, seeing how sloppily you tried to make yourself cum.
The silicone dildo pushed all your good spots, but it didn't kiss your cervix the way their cocks did. It didn't have a slightly curved head and bulging veins that scraped your walls in pleasing thrusts.
It wasn't warm and heavy, sitting inside your cunt snuggly and pumping you full of hot cum.
Fuck, it couldn't even breed you.
And they knew all of it too well, so that's why your creased forehead was giving them so, so much delight.
You would break at some point, they thought.
"Have you found it, baby? Is your silly little toy long enough to push your sweet spot?" Satoru cooed, clenching his fingers on a plush carpet. "Talk to us, baby, tell us how nice it's filling your tight cunt."
"It's too small, right?" Suguru rolled, watching a toy disappear inside your hole with quicker thrusts. "Wouldn't it feel better to be stuffed with our cocks? Our pretty girl loves to get pumped full of cum sooo much, I'm not sure whether she'll cum like that. Right, Toru?"
Another man nodded, with cheeky eyes oogling your shaking thighs. "You're right Sugu, who's going to fill your belly, baby? Aren't you just a little slut who likes to get bred, huh? Come on, move a bit closer, let us have a good look."
"N-No, it's–mhmm–your p-punishment," you cried, feeling a warmth already coiling somewhere inside your stomach.
But it wasn't enough.
Fuck, something was missing, and you knew precisely what.
"You can't cum, right?" Satoru guessed. "Your eyes betrayed you, baby. Move it a bit lower, yeah, that's right, good girl."
"Press it again, let it cover your clit fully," Suguru cooed, seeing your belly rising in and falling much, much quicker. You were almost there. "Imagine it's our lips, darling. Think about us sucking on your sweet clit. Shoving our cocks into your tight cunt, fuck," his eyes travelled deliriously between your messy hole and crossing eyes. "You look so delicious, pretty girl. Move a bit closer, come on. Let us make you cum."
But, oh, you were stubborn.
And they – they were stupid.
Because after another few dirty comments and their low voices tickling your spine, the knot finally untied.
Your cunt squeezed around the toy, clit quivered, and with a last few strokes, you finally cummed. With sweet squirt landing all over your boyfriends' faces, cushions, and carpet, drenching your thighs and their lips in a rich liquid.
You came with curled toes and thighs fallen open, giving them a scrumptious look of your pulsing hole and cum dripping down your velvety thighs.
And then, fuck, both of them just gave up, feeling all the accumulated strength leaving their bodies.
But before their chins hit the floor, they started crawling. With sore muscles and trembling arms, after almost two hours of staying in a plank, they already regretted so fucking much.
"Wait, what are you-" you didn't finish, as they were already here.
Right between your spread legs, with tongues licking your pussy and thighs and belly clean, slurping on the sweet cum and brushing their cocks against the carpet.
"I can't believe–fuck–I can't believe we missed it," Satoru cried, pushing his fingers inside your hole, and scooping away even more of the creamy liquids.
Suguru followed, licking Satoru's fingers clean, like a starved animal. "We're so stupid, darling, so so stupid, but never do it again."
They needed only a few, pathetic strokes to cum straight into their slacks. With heavy ropes of cum marring their cocks and choked moans going right into your sensitive cunt.
There was a moment of silence, with nothing but your heavy breaths filling the steamy room. It smelled of sex and sweat, with their backs still coated in salty droplets, and shoulders shaking in exhaustion.
"Well," you started, looking over at the clock. "It seemed that you still have eight hours left, so I expect you'll spend them on cleaning the house."
They nodded obediently, with a silent yes baby.
"But," Satoru murmured, seizing your dear, pinkish treasure. "This devil's spawn is leaving our household."
You giggled, grabbing the dildo from his hand. "It will if there won't be a single dust on the table."
"And we're also going to Paris," Suguru gave you a wink, before both of them left you with a sweet kiss.
