this might sound weird, but do you have any tips for writing Ren's dialogue? like how he speaks and etc?
✦゜ANSWERED: While I’m completely fine with fan interpretation and headcanons for Ren, I don’t mind giving a few tips!!
Ren only stutters when he’s pretending to be like Haruko or if he’s genuinely embarrassed. [REDACTED] barely ever stutters and carries a harsh tone.
Similarly, [REDACTED] isn’t as shy or timid as his Haruko/“Ren” persona, and often speaks with confidence. He’s very bitey and pessimistic when it comes to anyone other than Angel though.
Ren unknowingly repeats a lot of similar words in a single sentence, and often does it very excitedly and enthusiastically. Things such as “Cool! Sure! Okay!” or “Yeah, I can do that! No problem!” are a few examples. [REDACTED] doesn’t enunciate properly most of the time, and usually ends up combining words together. Things such as “D’you?”, “M’not…”, and “Y’serious?” are a few examples.
Ren will blurt out personal things without thinking, and will often mumble under his breath if he thinks you’d find it embarrassing. [REDACTED] is much the same, but with less of a filter. He’s also not averse to swearing/cussing without realising.
This is more-so related to the demo, but Ren hardly ever talks about anything other than you. If he has to, he’ll try to turn the conversation back to you somehow.
Ren talks a lot through his body language: such as hunching over when he’s embarrassed, tugging his sleeve when he’s unsure, or scratching his jaw when he’s nervous/annoyed. [REDACTED] merely ducks his head and retreats to the safety behind his bangs or picks at the skin around his thumbs.
Overall? Just make Ren stutter every so often, very cringy and socially awkward, and speak only of you to really nail his characterisation lmao
A Much Needed Break (RB x F!Reader X BB) (NSFW) (8.1k+)
((Been sitting in the drafts for a long time but I've finally gotten around to it. Started out as a trashed draft of another fic, but now I've rewritten everything basically. Just a lil something something that's been brewing around my head for ppl who should relax and let the world go by- if just for a while.))
I mean you @where-spar0w-barks....
((Also be warned, omega noncanon indulgence ahead))
A distant crack of lightning streaks across the horizon- just beyond your windows in a flash of arcing yellows and whites. The subsequent crack of thunder followed after, a rumbling that shook against the walls of your crappy apartment. Thankfully, the curtains draped across the windows of your place managed to hide away the sight of the city's gloom at least, leaving only the pattering of rain against glass and howling of wind to set the mood for the evening.
You should have taken one look outside and felt nothing but dread.
Heavy winds and rains meant a godawful commute to work.
It meant cold, wet socks, an hour standing in the rain waiting for your coworker to open up, and the cold bite of the air seeping into your bones through your thin clothes.
Shitty weather also meant equally shitty, pissed-off customers in the same position you're in, seizing their chance to take their poor mood on another person.
That person being you.
So yeah, work should have been a weight on your mind; it should have haunted your trudge to the bathroom and kitchen.
Or it would have been all those things... if you were even going to work in the first place.
However... they wouldn't let you.
They haven't even allowed you to leave past your front door for the last half hour or so.
The two strays you'd picked up ages ago had made themselves comfortable in your apartment, two large men now making the place feel much, much, more cramped than usual. RB had taken off his helmet, tossing it onto the couch and peeling off his wet riding gear. Meanwhile, Werner managed to squeeze inside your living room after stripping down to his tank top and sweats, the mechanic having placed his gear in a neat pile by the entryway just so he wouldn't track any rain inside your place.
Your attempts to shoo them away to the streets were ineffective or outright and very blatantly ignored.
Rude.
The moment the front door opened, RB just... ruffled your hair and patted your cheek on his way inside. BB was right behind him, squinting down at his phone with one hand while the other found its place on your waist to wordlessly herd you back into your apartment.
Even the mention of work seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
"You're just gonna have to call in sick, kitty, can't have you going out- not with how the weather's been. Don't you know how dangerous it can be with the rain?" The massive fucking hypocrite mused, leading the procession into your bedroom and tossing himself right on the mattress as if your place was a second home.
In quite a few ways, it had become a second home to the boys.
The bed frame groaned in response, a stray pillow sent tumbling to the floor where it would be forgotten. The red biker patted the space next to him with a raised brow, RB unable to hide the smirk plastered on his face as he beckoned BB and you over.
Werner managed a huff through his nose at the RB's attempt at humor, still tapping away clumsily at his screen. Whatever he was doing had occupied most of his attention, though there was enough left for BB to help you right back into bed where you belonged.
"Stay." His order was short and clipped, those dark eyes of his drifting over to RB to silently command him to stay close and keep you right there. "I'll... we will take care of you. Just for today."
The last part was a lie, deep down you knew it.
They knew it too.
Both men cared for you in their own ways after all, Werner a silent sentinel watching over you from a normally respectful distance. RB on the other hand, injected himself into every nook and cranny of your existence- ensuring that you could never forget him even if you wanted to.
They'd seen you, your exhaustion, your strain for the past month or so. They had watched you burn the candle on both ends trying to meet deadlines and deal with the most unruly the late night shifts had to offer.
Tonight, it seemed, was where both decided to draw the line.
"It'll be fun," RB fidgeted with his hands, occupying himself by playing with your hair and bringing a small lock of it to his lips. His eyes, playful and brimmed with energy, gave a teasing kiss to your hair just to watch you fluster. "We can watch TV, binge whatever junk food you've got in the cupboards, maybe even paint our nails~."
"She doesn't have anything in the cupboards." BB deadpanned, pulling out one of your drawers and pulling a strawberry scented candle.
Hmm. He needed a lighter first.
Werner raised a hand in the air without looking over at RB, the mechanic catching a tossed lighter with ease before lighting up the candle and placing it right on your dresser. "I... tried to order something. There were some complications."
"'Tried?' Ughhh, I told you to use the app, didn't I?" RB rolled his eyes, raising a hand to beckon at Werner for his phone in exchange for the lighter. "Alright, hand it over Morkheim, I'll do it."
"I told you it would have been easier if I called." but despite the slight irritation in his low voice, BB obeyed, tossing the pink phone over before seating himself on the other side of the bed.
"Just hit the shiny buttons until we order something that's not wrapped in plastic. No offense, sweetheart."
None taken. You knew well what your diet consisted of most days and 'health' wasn't exactly a priority with a budget like yours.
Werner hesitated for a moment, stiff as a board with the edge of his ass seated by you. He ignored RB's teasing words and instead focused more on your proximity, unsure as to whether you'd be comfortable with him getting even closer.
It was only due to your expression, the sight of the exhaustion and relief in your gaze when looking between the two men did he gain confidence, Werner ultimately sliding onto the covers next to you with stiff limbs and an awkward shuffle across the mattress.
He smelled clean or as clean as Werner could be after work. There were only faint traces of gas and oil lingering on his frame tonight, the stronger scent of his soap from a quick visit home before he dropped by your place.
And from what tanned skin touched against yours when he turned onto his side... he was cold, his compression shirt clung tight around his arms and chest where the rain must have gotten him.
"Is... this comfortable? Too much proximity?" He asks hesitantly, eyes flicking over to RB for some kind of cue or warning look from the much more socially adept man. All he got was the sight of the other biker tapping through his phone and happily installing lord knows what into his device.
Useless. RB was going to be absolutely useless here.
And yeah.
He was already beginning to regret handing his phone over so easily.
"Werner, you're fine." Your words are breathy, lighter than normal- more cognizant of the space between you and your bikers. The room already felt small enough, but with BB's chest pressed against your shoulder and RB's arm pressed alongside your other arm: you were now effectively closed off from the world.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes. Really, you worry too much, BB."
Werner smiled a little, how could he not with you? It was a faint and barely perceivable one, undetectable to those save for the ones that knew him well. His dark eyes drifted down to the top of your head, the mechanic leaving a slower, gentle kiss there with a low rumble in his throat.
There was shift of your breath he noticed, the way your shoulders stilled and those lips of yours parted ever so slightly. You tensed, not in the way one did when they were scared or uncomfortable- no. This, this was slower, almost hesitant in a way that made his heart pump just a little faster.
"So," RB chimed in, uncaring of and completely disregarding the moment the two of you seemed to be sharing. All he needed was a record scratch to really seal the deal regarding the abrupt intermission. "We want pizza tonight? Pepperoni? Extra cheese? Ooh- there's pineapple... They've even got a great combo deal on cheesy bread sticks and your choice of sauces if we get a pasta dish."
Silence was the only thing RB got in response, that and looks from both his kitty and Werner on the opposing side of your bed.
The completely unfazed RB looked between the two of you with a raised brow, waving the pink phone in his hand to emphasize the question lingering in the air.
"Well? I already put in her usual. We adding something or what? I got a liter of Sprite tossed in too. Be lucky I'm not tapping into this 5 for 3 deal because I could down an entire pizza all on my own."
Just how much food was he ordering...?
BB paused for a moment, tilting his head. The veteran was so used to communicating and emoting with his helmet on, that without, his mannerisms were somehow more doglike. Sure, a part of Werner was a little pissed that moment had ended at his hands out of all people, but he was first and foremost concerned with your well-being.
That meant your hunger and coziness took precedent over any pettier unproductive emotions about RB.
"Get the pasta. I'll pay for it."
Well now... RB wasn't about to argue with a free pizza. The red biker held out his hand and didn't bother looking up from the itemized list of food on Werner's phone. He waited for Werner to pull out his wallet and toss it over before placing the order in.
"Cool cool cool... soooo," He drawled out, his arm sliding around your shoulders and tugging you away from Werner and over to his side now. "With the storm, it seems like a lot of people are placing orders. I might have scheduled it to come in like, an hour? Two tops?"
"Two hours?! How much did you even order?" The thought of all that food when you had barely eaten anything for lunch was already making your stomach grumble. If you were at work tonight you could have taken a package of Twinkies or pink donuts to tide you over until dinner.
Now? Now you had to wait.
Two hours.
"Awww, come on, kitty, no need to be like that." RB chuckled, his voice lowering into a purr as he looked to meet Werner's harsh gaze. There was a pull on the corner of BB's lip, one of pure disdain for the wrench in your collective plans. "We just need to burn the time a little, help you relax properly for once in your life. No need to worry about the food either, you've got Morkheim to front the cost and the leftovers are going to be so damn good anyway so why would it matter?"
For the first time this evening... when both men looked at each other, there was a mutual understanding.
The matter was settled, you were getting food and getting pampered tonight one way or another.
Werner's hands were the first ones to find you again, more confidence in his touch. Calloused palms trailed up and down your thighs, feeling along your skin and giving slow, firm squeezes. His thumb moved in circles as he went, working the tension from your legs while RB slipped off of the bed.
The red biker tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor and using his foot to nudge it out of the way. That got a gruff noise to come from BB, the other biker wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you upright with him.
"She needs rest. Not... that." Werner argued with a disapproving look, jerking his chin to direct the comment at RB who stood proud and shirtless at the end of the bed. His larger frame shifted, the Norwegian now positioning himself comfortably with your back facing him so his hands could reach your shoulder blades and work the ache of lifting boxes away.
Each squeeze and rub was gentle, far more gentle than one would expect from a massage.. but Werner wasn't keen on pushing you tonight.
He was just using what worked for him after work- on you, just... less, he supposed.
"Food's gonna take ages to get here and she needs a break, so it's win-win." RB countered, bending over to take your hand and guide it up his chest to rest on the firm muscle there.
Go on, give me a squeeze he seemed to be saying with that coy smile of his.
"Besides, she's been overdue for a good sleep. No better way to tire her out than with some fun."
It would be pleasurable, that was undeniable. Efficient? Werner wasn't so sure about that.
Intimacy meant cleaning your place afterwards and leaving behind no trace. It meant tending to any bruises and bites and wiping tears in your eyes- leaving you potentially even more drained then before.
Intimacy also meant sharing. And he really really wasn't keen on that.
You weren't new to sex, certainly not with Werner or RB though, even if it was a rare thing for both men to share.
"I wouldn't be opposed..." Your voice caught their attention, any protests Werner had now dying on his tongue. It even got a laugh from RB, the biker reaching for his belt and giving it a tug to loosen the leather strap.
"... I won't permit unnecessary strain. Understood?" BB straightened his posture up, his eyes flicking down from RB to you, ensuring that this was what you wanted.
And it was. God it was.
How could it not be with these two men in your bed like this?
"Sir, yes, sir." RB purred, giving one end of his belt wiggle before offering it to you. He bent down to be eye level, his tongue flicking out to slowly drag over his lower lip.
He was liking the expression on your face, the blush, the need you just couldn't hide away fast enough.
And he needed more.
"Come on, help a guy out, baby girl." RB teased, sliding one end of his belt into your palm and wrapping his fingers around yours.
Go on. Pull.
Unwrap him.
You knew you wanted to- RB certainly did.
BB, not to be out done, moved his hands down your arms. It felt like heaven, those strong and calloused hands slowly working out the finger aches in your frame. But then, his head lowered down to your neck, rough lips parting to seal around the crook of your neck.
His breath was buried against you, his short dark brown hair grazing your jaw as a tongue flicked out- a prelude to the biker kissing and applying pressure to where he knew you would be most sensitive.
The pain started light and barely noticeable- just a grazing pressure as his teeth grazed soft skin. His canines were sharper than the average person, the stinging starting from where they met your skin and webbing as the biker littered your neck with small nips here and there.
Those hands of his didn't like being idle either, one tattooed hand tugged your shirt and bra up in a single yank- exposing you to the elements. The other lay splayed across the underside of your breast pulling you against his chest to keep you from daring to squirm away from him.
The air was sweet and heated, scented from the burning candle but also so fucking cold as they grazed your plump flesh. Just a taste of it was enough to send a shiver down your spine.
That cold was chased away just as swiftly as it came, Werner cupping both his hands under both your breasts, the biker's thumbs now rubbing slow circles around your nipples just the same way he did when massaging you moments ago.
This was simply a massage of a different kind.
And fuck was it good- those worn, scarred hands of his giving you a pleasure no other man could.
There was simply no room for retaliation, no space for you to touch him in turn or do anything- aside from making the prettiest noises for your bikers.
Just the way they liked it.
And, in all fairness, those hands of yours were being occupied by the red biker anyway. RB had a loose grip on both your wrists, guiding them to his hips and crotch. One hand was pressed to his thigh, the other resting right over his crotch.
He didn't let go of his hold once he was done however.
Never intended to.
RB knew BB- knew what the Norwegian meant when you weren't to be strained tonight. It meant every thought, every movement you made was to be guided, every strain or burden carried.
Your only role?
Behave and take it pretty for them.
His larger hands remained wrapped around yours, your fingers secured around the zipper of his fly.
RB had every intention to make it a slow, agonizing experience as one, the teeth of his zipper came apart. And while his hand made sure you peeled him open yourself, his eyes studied every little reaction on that pretty face of yours.
God- he was hard, painfully so. Seeing you so easily worked up, whining under Werner's touch with red cheeks and parted lips. And with those needy, obedient hands of yours on his body- how could he not react?
"You like that?" RB purred, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, his thumb guided yours right over the weeping tip. The fabric was darker around his briefs, the slick warmth wetting the pads of your fingers as it touched his twitching member. "I certainly do, baby doll."
Fuck- that feels amazing. You touch- addicting.
It was the only thing running through RB's mind, a low groan slipping past his lips when you trailed your hand along the sensitive vein of his shaft.
He just feels so fucking good when you're the one touching him.
And weren't you cute, being just as good at taking what Werner and RB gives you- their every instruction verbal or otherwise obeyed.
The elastic of his band snaps against his waist when you're made to peel the rest of his bottoms down. RB's erection greeting you with a spring, another slow bead of precum already forming at the tip.
He's eager tonight. Needy, even.
"Mmm- what can I say?" RB's was a little breathless, the biker taking a brief pause to kick off his pants and underwear. Then right back he came, climbing onto the mattress and taking his place between your spread legs.
His cock slapped against his thigh as he moved, eyes darkening as RB watched Werner kiss his way up your ear and jaw. "I like seeing my girl squirm and pant for me."
"Our." Werner corrected, a growl in his throat.
BB certainly wouldn't allow himself to be outdone by RB- especially in this. The other biker wasn't permitted to claim you like that- not with BB around.
You belonged to both of them. Any thoughts otherwise would have to be nipped in the bud.
One of your breasts was released from Werner's hold, the now free hand slipping down your stomach and palming the space between your legs.
Fuck.
Faen.
You were hot down there.
Wet too.
The fact that he could feel it through your panties and bottoms certainly not lost on the mechanic.
BB leaned his head over your shoulder, massaging and teasing your nipple with some light tugs while his large hand palmed and slowly stroked his fingers up and down- tracing along your slit right through your clothes.
No matter how much you squirmed, no matter how much your hips bucked or your back arched- there was no escape- not from him.
He needed more. Needed you to feel more. His hand traveled slowly up, nails digging slightly into the fabric as if lamenting the distance he was putting between his hand and your most intimate place.
Then he slipped his hand under the elastic of your panties, sliding even lower to finally feel you for himself.
You've been overdue for some attention haven't you? You've been needing him. Them- for a long while now.
Far too long in BB's mind. He should have anticipated this- cared for you long before it got to this point.
He wasn't about to let this mistake go uncorrected.
"Get her out of these clothes." He ordered, his voice louder- sharper, than the normal low baritones.
Authority, power, wasn't something he wielded himself- not often. However, he knew his way around orders and control better than most.
And considering the other man in this bed- control would be absolutely necessary for Werner.
RB merely chuckled in response to the order, completely unfazed by the authoritative turn BB had taken. The Norwegian had been calling the shots since the beginning anyway, setting the guidelines and expectations for all three of you.
This was merely... an escalation.
"Lean back, kitty," RB hooked his hands right under your thighs, lifting you with a slight grunt before crawling a few feet forward. Now, your back was completely pressed against BB's chest, your legs forced apart just enough for the red biker to start tugging your panties and bottoms down your legs. "Why don't you show us that cute pussy?"
But then he pulled the fabric down enough to see the wetness for himself.
God he had tried, he really did, to take it slower and tease you. He had been on his best behavior- keeping his own cock in check so that you could be eased into a mind-blowing fuck.
And RB had every intention to continue playing along and not rushing. Hell, just the thought of your hips bucking while you begged for more should have been appealing enough for the red biker to stay the course.
But who had time for that?
RB needed you now, wanted you now, and so long as your little guard dog wasn't biting- he'd take you fast and hard.
At first, he gave your bottoms a hard yank partially down your thigh, then another. RB hooked your legs together with a single hand, unceremoniously tossing your calves over his shoulder so he could finish peeling the layers off in one go.
BB on the other hand continued to tease your cunt between your clamped thighs, his fingers- nice and slicked- parting you and slowly dragging around the entrance.
For Werner, this was a tease, a sign of what was to come. The very tips of his digits starting to push in, stretching the very entrance out each time he did so. Then they would pull out, never giving you the full satisfaction of his thick fingers.
His other hand twisted your nipple all the while, a little rougher this time- reminding you that not a single part was to be neglected tonight.
That cry that came from those pretty lips of yours, the grind of your body against his... it fought against every ounce of control Werner had left. He was hard too- just as hard as RB if not even harder. The length of him was pressed up against your lower back, the tent in his sweatpants hot and firm against your cool skin.
Then it started to move. Forward. Backwards. The bed beneath the three of you gave its own moan at the movement, the bed springs giving to the sway of Werner and your bodies.
He was grinding against you, his hips rolling as he returned to giving more attention to the dark marks now slowly forming on your neck.
That's it. Moan. Mewl even louder for them.
The heat of your bodies , RB tossing your bottoms over his shoulder before spreading you out once more- your legs hooked over his shoulders.
Now, there was nothing stopping BB from having full access to your most intimate place- the mechanic sliding in two just to start you off easy.
A small mercy.
"Eyes on me, kitty," RB laughed, tipping your chin and forcing your eyes to meet. He was even closer than ever before, the pleasure overwhelming your senses at BB's hand leaving you perfectly vulnerable. "Wouldn't want to miss a second of all this, would you cutie?"
Adorable, really. The way you could barely respond in turn.
The biker captured your lips in an all-consuming kiss- his laugh muffled against your mouth. The kiss he was giving you was intense- the kind that erased what little thoughts could be running in your mind and forced your sole focus onto him and him alone.
No. No, he wasn't going to back with this one- not the way Werner would have done in his place.
He was going to consume you. His scent- his touch, his presence, digging its talons into you. Your every hitched breath passing from your lips to his, each moan and muffled cry buried under all the nips of his teeth on your bottom lip.
"Awww, baby babe." RB tilted his head, easing up just enough to let you gasp for air. "We haven't even finished stretching you out yet and you already look cock drunk. We really push you to your limit, don't we?"
"N...No-"
RB pulled away further and let you protest all you want, his movement slow enough to admire the slight bruise on your bottom lip. His tongue flicked out, licking up a stay string of saliva that still connected your lips together.
You tasted sweet... and coppery.
Oh wow- did he manage to draw a little blood from that kiss? Hot.
"Hmmm, I think we should take things real slow again," the biker purred, his hands sliding up your thighs and stroking over where his nails had held on tight. The whine in your throat when he traced over the stinging red crescents, the way your lips had plumped thanks to his apt attention earlier- it was making the idea of teasing and going slow fun again. "Don't you think, Morkheim?"
No response.
BB had already worked in a third finger in during your make out with RB, the way RB revved up your senses making your sex wetter and more pliable in his hands. You were almost there, almost ready for the real fun to begin.
"Oh come on, give me something to work with." RB whined, lifting your right leg and tilting his head to give the ankle a feather light kiss. "You get so protective over her, but even you have to admit it- she sounds good panting and writhing all tight in your arms, doesn't she?"
Even if I'm helping her get there too, the unsaid words evident from the sly wink RB shot BB. This wasn't just an act of care for you, this wasn't just sex- this was competition.
In a way.
Werner had slowed his hips, each grind methodical and punishing as he released your aching breast to tilt your chin ever so slightly. His lips pressed firm against yours, a curl of his fingers making you gasp for him.
The kiss was slower than RB's, almost sensual- the kind that you savor with closed eyes and curled toes.
The kind that overwhelmed your senses in the best way possible.
His teeth dug into your bottom lip, BB's tongue sweeping over where RB had just bruised you in slow, almost lazy flicks. Each time you dared to buck your hips, his fingers pumped even faster. And the faster he went, the tighter the tattooed arm stretching down your midsection was, effectively locking you into place.
BB needed to erase what markings RB had left on you, needed to reclaim every inch of skin the other biker had dared to mark up.
RB, on the other hand, found the attempt amusing. He didn't even mind helping Werner out. With a little effort, the biker hoisted your legs further up his shoulders and parted them wider to prevent any more squirming.
There.
Now, no matter how much you cried out and tried to clamp your legs; BB would always have full access to every single inch of you.
"You see what you do to him, kitty? No need for speaking- just dives right in."
That talkative mouth of his trailed down your ankle in yet another agonizing creep, RB leaving little bites and hickeys along the inner side of your calves and thighs. His tongue dragged along each one to savor the marks, providing you with the slightest relief to the stinging before his head slowly inched lower and lower towards your core.
The sight of him moving downwards got Werner to release your lips, the mechanic's attention finally drawn away from his work on you.
"God, and with a pussy that wet-," His head lowered, mouth parting even more to leave a harder bite on your inner thigh. "- that fucking greedy, it's a fucking miracle Morkheim hasn't-."
He didn't get to finish that sentence.
BB moved fast, his dark eyes narrowed into slits- the hand that had previously been stretching you out snapping forward.
His large scarred hand seized RB by the hair, fingers digging in hard and tugging-
No, yanking RB forward.
"You're too loud."
The other biker didn't even have time to react before his face was forced down hard against your cunt. RB's nose pressed up against your clit, his lips pressed up against your dripping entrance.
For the first time in a long time, RB gave a choked noise of surprise; eyes widening. He tried to pull away almost immediately, not to escape from the heaven between your legs mind you, but just to test Werner once more.
Even trapped like this, he seemed to find immense satisfaction in toying with Werner's patience.
BB's response: readjusting his grip before pressing RB down even harder and eliciting yet another noise from the other biker. A different one this time.
A moan.
RB's eyelids fluttered closed in bliss; lips parted, his Adam's apple bobbing as he hungrily lapped up and swallowed your sweet nectar. His hands took over where Werner had left off, the biker sliding in two curled fingers to rub against your most sensitive spot while he ate you out.
From behind, the pressure holding you down loosened. Cooler air rushed in to fill the space, teasing against the small of your back as BB started stripping down himself. Unlike with RB however, there were no zippers, no straps to contend with.
No, BB stripped down with the silent efficiency of a soldier, his eyes watching as RB held your thighs and forced them tighter around his ears.
And when he finished stripping down, the biker returned to your side just as silently as he had left it. The sounds of your cries and whimpers as RB squeezed tighter and got off on the lack of hair he was ignored by Werner. The other man was doing his job, servicing you just the way you should be tonight.
BB's slicked fingers found their way to your back entrance- his chest hovering against your back. He could feel the tension traveling up your spine, the gasp in your breath as the realization dawned on you. And just seeing the flush on your cheeks was enough to get a dark chuckle out of him.
Fuck.
They weren't going to take turns- no- of course they weren't.
Any ideas of you being spared the pain and pleasure of being railed by two muscular men at the same time was foolish. In the past they had taken turns, even had you on your hands and knees while they took you from both ends. But BB was firm tonight. You were tired. Stressed.
You'd have time for rougher play another day.
Werner found himself easily penetrating and relaxing your body- a twitch of a smile on his lips when he saw the way you arched pretty little back for him. Fucking hell- he needed to be closer, his cock twitching at the thought of you squirming again on his lap.
"Lean back on me, you can take it." BB urged, already slipping a second digit in while his knees settled right under you.
His tattooed arm, having long pulled away from holding your jaw in place; wrapped tight around your midsection.
Even with one arm, even with your body fighting back more and more with each squirm and buck of your hips, BB lifted you with ease. It was light you were weightless, the Norwegian settling you right on his thighs with just enough room for him to continue prepping you with an additional finger.
The other man still devouring your cunt between your legs didn't even flinch at the shift in position. Seeing you lifted, being eye level with your entrance as your own slick dripped onto the sheets made RB bite his lip and whine a little from how good it felt.
He was still hungry for you, the way you were flushed, drooling, and twitching at the slightest hint of pleasure a sign of an impending orgasm.
One he was more than happy to give.
RB crawled closer, chasing after you with a purr of pure contentment in his throat. The moment he got close enough, his fingers slid right back into place, fucking your entrance hard and fast.
That's it.
Go on.
Cry for them.
You'll be good, won't you?
"Mmm- fuck, god you're so fucking sweet, kitty." RB purred, letting out a groan that traveled right through you and up your spine. "Don't look so surprised, yeah? You really think we'd play nice tonight when there's plenty of you to go around?"
Werner kissed the back of your neck, leaving stray marks and bites as he moved along your jaw. Your poor body was shivering, hovering over the precipice of a hard earned release.
"Be good for me." BB's low voice was a deep growl against the side of your head, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he commanded you. But Werner wasn't entirely without mercy, his lips kissing down your neck, teeth sinking just hard enough to send you over the edge in a mix of overwhelming pleasure and the perfect twinge of pain.
RB gave a loud moan when you came, your juices slipping down his chin and the feeling of your sex pulsing against his fingers. Your cries was music to his ears, the biker redoubling his efforts to ensure you were forced to ride through the pleasure as you slowly came down from your high.
"Mmmn, fuck-," RB pulled away, his entire face flushed scarlet from lust. As he inched forward on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist, his thumb parted your folds, the biker admiring the way you twitched at the slightest touch.
Cute.
"I think she's all nice and ready, don't you?" RB mused, pulling his hand back to stroke himself in slow teasing movements. He could feel your teary eyes on him, the man fully aware of how you couldn't tear your eyes away even through the sting of your own tears.
"She feels ready." Two hands moved to cup the undersides of your thighs, Werner hoisting you just enough for the very tip of his cock to grind up against your ass.
You were still breathless, every nerve of your body tingling from your climax. And yet RB was lining himself up too, the biker giving his tip a small taste of your still very sensitive cunt with a small testing thrust of his hips.
They weren't going to give you a second of rest were they?
Fuck.
This was going to be too much.
This already was too much.
You knew it as well as they did.
Your lungs burned through gasps for air, eyes still stinging from the tears brimming in your eyes. It was as if every nerve was singed-
Whatever thoughts that could have been brewing in your mind died. Right there, in that moment.
It burned.
But god it was such a good burn.
BB let out a groan the exact moment he felt the tightness of your body stretched around his shaft. He had entered you from the back, giving you the tiniest bounces on his toned thighs to work you all the way down. The pain was complimented, however, by the toe curling euphoria of RB working his cock in a few shallow thrusts.
Both men froze in place, trying hard to rein themselves in so they wouldn't start moving before you adjusted properly.
Still- the feeling of being so thoroughly filled was nothing short of mind numbing.
It is one thing to fit one of the bikers inside you after all.
But two?
The bed practically was crying for mercy alongside you- Werner bucking his hips while his hands kept you suspended in the air with ease.
His grunts of effort were pressed up against your shoulder- mixed between pants of heated air and groans of pleasure. And with each bounce of your body in the air, BB shifted your weight further back, letting you fall back against the broad expanse of his chest for support.
RB on the other hand, folded your legs even further; forcing your knees as close to your shoulders as he could manage.
Seeing you look so teary eyed and delirious on pleasure and pain sent a shock of pleasure up his core.
You looked hot as hell like this, all teary and delirious on cock.
He just needed more...
The biker's tongue flicked out, dragging across his canines in a slow- almost predatory manner as his hips ground against your own to get a gasp from those lips of yours.
Those sharp eyes of his flicked down to your breasts, the red biker's mouth watering slightly in an insatiable carnal hunger before he captured one of your breasts in his mouth. Compared to Werner's fingers, RB was far more teasing, using his tongue to worship everywhere but where you truly wanted him. And with each flick of his tongue, he made sure to only give a feather light touch to there he knew you would gasp loudest.
The little fucking asshole even had the gall to meet his eyes to yours, his hidden smirk pressed firm against your tits.
Damned tease.
Time itself was but a distant concept, your two bikers taking their sweet time in unraveling your every bit of tension. But once that pretty body relaxed under their attentive care, the two began to move faster- rougher with you.
RB's chest pressed hard against yours, brows furrowed as he moaned freely into your ear. You were still so tight even after an orgasm- your cries so fucking needy for them.
And as those cries got more broken and desperate, he leaned in closer whispered filth into your ears. It didn't matter if BB could hear, it wouldn't matter if the whole world did.
He had every intention for you to hear all the of lewd praise that mouth of his could sing for you.
BB, on the other hand, moved in strong, controlled thrusts as he seized your lips in a sloppy kiss. His cock ground hard against your walls, the feeling of both their dicks rubbing against one another through your walls as intense as it was pleasurable.
"Don't be greedy- haaa..." RB panted, leaving a large bite on your shoulder before glancing over at Werner. "I want a taste too~."
Your lips were freed without a fuss, BB ducking down to continue to worship your neck and kiss away stray tears that had slid down your neck. RB slid in right after, uncaring of Werner's taste on your tongue as he moaned his pleasure right into your mouth.
Your reaction or rather, the fact that you could barely form one was clearly a huge turn on for both men.
They certainly liked seeing you try- to play at being coherent, a sudden surge of comradery forming between the two men.
Each time you tried to squirm, they fucked harder- faster.
RB and BB began to trade places, one man swallowing down your wails of ecstasy while the other occupied his mouth with the bruised skin of your neck and breasts. Then they switched, each one doing their part to ensure that you were being raced to a mind breaking orgasm.
Then they switched once more.
RB, with his hands far more free, reached down between your legs. He gave a chuckle when you bucked your hips, the biker tutting at your attempt before dragging the pad of his thumb in a few quick circles around your clit.
The edges of your vision were blurring.
RB couldn't simply be satisfied with just a lewd noise and tears. He needed to see you undone.
He needed to see you break apart on their cocks.
But of course, not before giving your clit a slow, torturous grind around the bud just to hear you squeal in BB's mouth one more time.
Werner on the other hand, was busy listening and watching your every twitch with immense satisfaction. The bubble of pleasure was building in his gut, the noises of his arousal sending shivers down your spine.
He was getting... close, but so was RB.
BB tugged on your bottom lip with his own, unable to hide the smirk of satisfaction on his expression from seeing you cry more. You were almost there, your thighs shaking in his hold- those cries turning into sobs of pure pleasure.
You just needed a push.
You just needed guidance.
That voice of his- the one he knew made you weak in the knees was almost gravely, like a growl had been building up far too long in his throat. His kisses got harder, deeper as he trailed them up your jaw, kissing side of your head before thrusting hard enough to earn him a squeal.
"Louder." He ordered, his hands squeezing your thighs hard enough for you to gasp.
"Look at him."
"Good girl, lean on me."
"You're trembling... hold on a little longer. You can take us."
Precum was beginning to ooze down their cocks at this point, RB's hip movements erratic and the filth he had been moaning earlier barely audible. Werner's movements got slower and harder, their thrusts becoming so out of sync that by the time one man pulled out all the way to their tip, the other was already burying themselves balls deep into you.
The springs on the mattress squeaked and cried under your combined weight, the cacophony of eroticism and lewd sounds loud enough that you wouldn't have been surprised to get a noise complaint later.
But you didn't have time to think about that, did you?
You were close, you were so so close-
Your orgasm came in a pathetic wail, hot tears slipping down your cheeks- the sight helping to finish the two men beneath you at the same time.
Werner came hard not a moment after, his moan only muffled by the press of his lips against the side of your neck. His seed slowly came out in thick droplets, sliding down the shaft with each erratic pump of his hips.
RB came much, much louder, completely disregarding any sense of propriety as he felt your broken name on his tongue. Any pet names, any sugary, flirtatious words dying in his moans. Those toned hips of his bucked even harder, the adrenaline junkie chasing the high of bliss between your legs like a feral animal.
It felt like an eternity, suspended between two men erratically pumping themselves in and out of your aching body. Every part of you felt used in the best way possible, your poor legs tingling from being held up for so long.
It ached.
It ached all over and if it ached now, there was no telling how you'd feel tomorrow night when you clocked into Mad Dog.
But it was well worth it, that you couldn't deny.
"You... you took it well, kitty..." RB breathed, pulling out carefully with a hiss. A weaker moan escaped his lips when he felt your walls still milking his cock, though he eventually managed to free himself with little difficulty. "We... we need to start fucking you like this more often..."
His spend dripped out, further staining the sheets below your prone body. BB, on the other hand, kept himself locked deep inside, his lips brushing against the side of your head and leaving a softer kiss.
A small reward for a job well done.
"How-," Werner let out a shudder, riding the waves of his own release well enough to keep his voice even. His head turned to RB to direct his question, that softer expression he had reserved for you turning neutral. "How much longer until the food gets here?"
RB leaned back, half his body hanging off the mattress to feel around for BB's phone. It had to be here somewhere, surely.
"Hmmm, let's see here." He mused with a breathless laugh, the biker flicking open the screen to catch up on whatever the app was saying. "Oh yeah, we still got time."
BB lowered your body ever so slightly, his head already tilted towards the direction of your kitchen. A glass of cold water, maybe a wet towel from the bathroom... his mind wandered slightly further, your ever stoic protector prepared to give the aftercare you deserved.
Then RB had to open his damned mouth.
"We've got just enough time for another round." the other man purred, reaching a hand down to part your folds just to admire the way his spend slowly oozed out. "What about it Morkheim? I think she can take it. She's a tough one, don't you?"
There was a long silence after, BB flicking his attention down to your fucked out expression. Your lips were parted, cheeks flushed a deep crimson from the exertion from being so thoroughly fucked.
But there it was, a hint of spark left in you.
You could take it.
He knew you could.
"I'll take the front." BB pulled out suddenly, lowering you onto your trembling hands and knees. He got out of bed, slower than he normally would- the only sign of exhaustion in his otherwise pristine form. "But first, she needs water."
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"Come on, you can say it- I was so much better." RB teased, entirely breathless as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and flopped back onto your now very well-used bed.
Werner didn't say a word, far too worn down to bother with a verbal response. Instead, his hand slid off the bed, feeling around for a moment. Once he found the pillow RB had knocked off the bed earlier, the biker's arm snapped, throwing it with a sharpshooter's accuracy right into RB's face.
RB took it with a laugh, swatting the pillow off the other side of the bed. A sharp ding of an alert caught his attention, BB's pink phone partially covered by the fallen pillow.
Huh. Seems like the food is right on time.
"Careful, provoking him like that." You fell against the mattress, your body and legs crying in relief to feel something other than the sweat slicked skin of your two bikers. Your eyelids were heavy, gaze droopy as BB carefully pulled the covers over your shoulders. "You're gonna get yourself killed with a mouth like that."
"Who? Me?" RB laughed, admiring his handiwork before slipping out of bed to slide on his underwear again. "Maybe, but you know I can take it well, kitty. Now you two wait here, I'll be back with the food."
"Come back in one piece."
"Always do." He waved a dismissive hand, sliding on his bottoms and coming back his hair with his hand. His back flexed with the movement, the sweat clinging to his skin as RB worked his pants on next.
The biker let out whistle as he closed the door behind him, reenergized despite the exhausting session the three of you just shared.
That left you in BB's arms, the other biker giving a silent squeeze to encourage you to close your eyes and finally take the much needed rest you deserved.
POV your smoking hot centuries old tired af master of chaos eldritch horror boyfriend waits for you outside your work every night to walk you home because he loves you 💚💚💚😌
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.
The grip is confident, almost possessive, with fingers clasped tightly together as if they have no intention of letting go. There is energy and impulsiveness in this gesture, as if to say, “I'm holding you, so you're with me.”
Jester
This is not a rough grasp, but a playful intertwining—a light, almost dance-like touch. The fingers are bent gently, as if the gesture is accompanied by a binary smile or bow.
Doctor
The grip is calm and supportive, not squeezing, but holding. The fingers gently wrap around yours, as if checking your pulse or simply letting you feel his beloved patient nearby.
Ticket Taker
Here, the gesture is more formal and gentle. The fingers are not intertwined, but touch each other lightly. It resembles a gallant touch or a polite gesture of accompaniment.
Pierrot
The grip is firm and emotional. You can see the tension in his fingers. The gesture speaks of passion and strong attachment, trying to stay with you longer like this, alone with your touch, as if you might disappear.
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