I'm starting to read fictions about Pierrot to get an idea about him since I'm new in this fandom and I don't know him so well, but guys, I don't agree with any of them 🤣 because in each of them they describe him as a "wild monster".
Personally, uh, no thanks.
My idea of Pierrot is that he is pathetic but in a good way.
As much as I love dom men, I can't see him as a dominant.
I mean... he can be top, I WANT HIM TO BE, but it's not like our beloved Alastor.
Alastor exerts power even during sex. He feels satisfied knowing the effect he has on you, but more like a challenge to see how many times you can come for him. More like: we're doing this because I want to. He is a true dominant and could use pain, too, just for fun.
Pierrot... Pierrot is sweet. He would caress you, touch you all the time. He would only think about your physical well-being, and never his own.
He would treat you with devotion and never propose anything to you, waiting for you to give voice to his thoughts. And that’s the beautiful part.
He wouldn't be fast, nor would he be hard; he'd savor his time with you, savoring you and enjoying every second. He'd devote himself to every millimeter of your body. Almost... devastatingly so.
And in the meantime he would also sigh sweet words to you and your body, but also words to himself like "finally you're here, finally you're mine, I'll protect you from everyone, no one will hurt you as long as I'm here, trust me, my Lady".
He wouldn't just lick your neck, but your arms, your breasts (nipples make him drool profusely), your stomach, your legs, your ass, your feet. Every layer of your skin needs to be his, and the mere thought of it happening makes him cum in his pants (and this brings me back to my previous thought: it's desperate and pathetic, but in a good way.) The mere thought of someone accepting him and loving him back for who he is drives him even wilder.
He doesn't care about his release and for sure, he doesn't want to hurt you, not even by mistake.
Pierrot would do anything to satisfy you but constantly asking you how and what. He seems to me an adult innocent, puppy man. Even though he is evil, a psychopath, he kills and eats people. Yeah, I know.
He would be so desperate and clingy for you and at the thought that you would finally physically want him and that you would choose him after what he did or what you saw inside the circus. Because deep down, we knows he can be good.
And how he hates his duties and his "coven," because if he could, he'd spend all his time with you, even just looking at you without saying a word.
Your presence fills him. Your kindness seduces him.
At least, that's the idea I got from the game.
Then I discovered that Pierrot is a virgin, so I imagine him as panicky in certain situations.
synopsis: you fell asleep next to pierrot, trusting your boyfrind. but he doesn't trust himself, not when you sleep so peacefully. he can't help but have a taste of your body.
tags: mdni, nsfw, somnophilia, nipple play, kisses, non-con, cunilingus, dry humping, dirty talks.
wc: 1.7k.
pierrot has never been good at reigning his emotions and desires, but as he met you, he tried to be a nice guy, knowing you’ll freak out and run away once he let you know what’s going on inside this little head of his. he’s usually gentle, shy even, he makes sure you feel relaxed and comfortable around him before he starts to act, and, honestly, his thoughtful behaviour reached you.
he agrees to follow your tempo, and it’s a nice surprise, considering how many guys tried to fuck you on the first date. pierrot is a real treasure, a rare gem, he doesn’t seem to have problems with being a good, cute boyfriend who blushes when you take his hand or hug him all of sudden.
but it’s all the act, isn’t it? you trust him, but you don’t know how hard it is to keep his desires in check, to control his throbbing body, to calm down an ache to mark you, claim you and make you his in every way possible.
but, no, he doesn't want to pressure you, he doesn't want to scare you. he will be whoever you want him to be. and if he has to play the role of a shy guy who is afraid to kiss you? so be it. in reality. in cases where you may not approve of his behavior.
but pierrot, besides being willing to pretend to be someone he is not for your sake, is greedy and cunning. he found a loophole. you may be afraid of him when you see him doing something you don’t agree on. but when you sleep? you can't judge him. you can't escape.
the sweets he made for you today were exceptionally delicious. and your shift at work wasn’t easy. so right after eating, you pulled him into the bedroom, where you trustingly fell asleep in his arms. after all, he couldn’t harm you, right? he was your sweet little boyfriend who adores you.
“oh, my lady,” he whispers, making sure you sleep peacefully, because you don’t need to hear that. “you’re so trustful… you shouldn’t be”.
his broad hand, which had been resting on your waist, now slides down to your hip. his smile grows larger and larger as he feels more and more of your silky skin. and you’re not helping yourself, you’re wearing shorts, and god help him because he can’t help himself.
“but… it’s okay, my lady,” he continues whispering tenderly. “you know I won’t ever harm you, my love, but I can make you feel so good if you let me”.
his long, sharp claw digs under the fabric of your shorts, scratching your skin, and you squirm, but he has no intention of stopping. you won't wake up; he made sure you won’t.
“i’ve been dreaming about it, dreaming about feeling your skin, tasting you,” pierrot says, enjoying the way your breath hitches when he slides his claw along the fabric of your panties. “and... you’ve dreaming about it too, my lady?”
he stops to change the posistion, he wants to be able to see all of you, to appreciate every inch of your body. god knows when he’ll have a permission from you... or does he have it now? you don’t protest, and your heavy breath is enough for him. he doesn’t care that you couldn’t say no, he drugged you, but your silence sufficient reassurance.
“you can’t blame me for wanting you, my lady. you’re so adorable. you’re utterly cute and adorable, my love, let me have a bite of your cuteness, please. i promise, you’ll like it, my love, i swear on my life i won’t ever disappoint you,” he assures you, before he slowly looms over your body.
you stiffen in your sleep, but pierrot leans closer anyway. his long, sharp tongue runs a wet trail down your neck, and he whines once he feels your taste. your skin tastes like sweet and innocent, a dangerous mix which makes him grabs the sheets tigher to ground himself.
“my lady... you’re so,” panting, he moves lower and lower, until he bumps into the collar of your shirt. “so mine...”
pierrot doesn’t hesitate to lift your shirt to expose your breasts, bare breasts. you weren’t wearing bra around him, he noticed it a long time ago, but now this fact looks almost sinful. almost like you hoped he’d do something like that once you fell asleep.
“little tease,” pierrot murmurs, sinister smile plasters across his blushing face as he attacks your nipples, sucking them, twirling his tongue around them, and once you let out a soft moan…
he lost this battle against his restraint and remnants of conscience.
leaving kisses, he moves lower and lower. as much as he wants to enjoy with your breasts, he knows he can’t trust himself right now. if he leaves a mark by accident, you’ll find out, and he won’t be able to come up with excuses. pierrot doesn’t want to lose your trust, so he’ll prefer to keep his adventures in secret, for your sake. and for the sake of your relationship.
and once he reached your hips? he doesn't take off your shorts. he presses his lips against your pussy, covered by fabric, and moans pathetically.
he moans in unison with you, because even in your sleep, your body responded to his caresses. and it makes him dizzy. it makes him want to throw his control out of the window and take you, right here and right now, because you clearly wouldn’t mind. you want him as much as he wants you, that’s a fact.
“you’re so wet, my lady, and it’s all for me,” he whispers between long licks, his voice is shaking with emotions and arousement. “that’s right, you’re all mine. no one is allowed to touch you, to taste you. you’re mine, your body is mine”.
not satisfied, pierrot pushes the fabric aside. just enough to touch your wet folds with his lips and draw another moan from you. you fidget, grab the sheets, but don't wake up.
oh, of course you won't wake up.
grabbing your thighs, he presses his claws against your skin, scratching it, and these marks will create problems, but he doesn’t think. he burries his face against your pussy, giggling, moaning, whining, drinking your jucies, relishing the sound of your whimpers.
he knew you’d sound delicisous. but hearing you in reality is even better than he’d ever imagined.
“please, my lady, you’re doing so good... so good for me... so defensless...” he keeps bubbling, his chin and lips are covered by your wetness, and he wants to live here, between your legs.
pierrot hasn’t noticed when he started grinding against the mattress like a dog in heat, but he needs to relish this pressure, he’s painfully hard. and he could use you, he could fuck you, you won’t even notice, but this stupid love and possessive desire to get your consent first drives him crazy.
so instead of it, he dives deeper, he keeps licking you, his tongue moves in fast, chaotic circles, and he barely even thinks about your enjoyment. he’s not sure, but there’s some thing which is called clit, right? he probably needs to find it, somehow, but can he do it without your help? probably not.
after all, it's his first time going down on a girl. he hardly knows anything about... so-called female orgasms.
“i’m sorry, my lady, let me drink you a little more,” he whispers, focused on the way your juices taste on his tongue. “i… fuck, my lady…”
his hips moves quickly and chaotically when he feels wetness on the fabric. he cum from simple friction, in a few minutes, like a complete loser, with his face between your legs. orgasm makes his whole body shake for the first time. and for the first time, he continues to stimulate his cock, bringing himself to overstimulation, while he inhales your scent.
“more, i need more, i... i need it so much, it hurts,” pierrot murmurs, his tongue traces your hole and slides inside, the tightness and warmth of your walls make him shudder, and you moan even louder.
but then he pulls away.
his hands are shaking; his mind is a mess of desire and excitement as he stares silently at your body. here you are, with your legs spread, with your pussy waiting to be ruined by him, but he holds back. as bad as he wants to fuck you, he simply can’t make himself to make a first move.
“i thought first sex is important for people,” he murmurs, hesitatingly reaching your face to caress your cheek. “isn’t it, my lady?”
he recalled moments when you mentioned your inexperience. it happened briefly during your late-night conversations, and pierrot thought about it more than he’d ever admit. you are a virgin, he is a virgin, which means…
and once again, sly, sinister smile appears on his face as he carefully adjusts your shorts and underwear. oh, it would be so good to take you right now. it would be wonderful to take your virginity.
“i want to see your face when you melt beneath me... when i take your virginity and make you completely mine,” pierrot whispers, his voice sounding loving and tremulous, unlike his words. “until then, i’ll wait... but you can’t forbid me from having a taste, right, my lady?”
with superhuman effort, pierrot forces himself to get up, go to the bathroom, and tidy himself up. he doesn’t want you to notice something was amiss. he wants you to keep sleeping calmly every night so he can have a taste of your body.
hellooooo my lovely hoes i had this idea stuck in my head and almost fucked up my stats exam because of it so i hope you enjoy
warnings: MDNI, authors pet play kink shines through yet again, praise from pierrot AND reader, uhhh starts out as subtop! pierrot but he gets more dominant, trust. dry humping, no actual sex but still smutty so MDNI, yandere pierrot if you squint, AFAB reader, gender neutral pronouns for reader, reader doms a teensy bit but not fr. this one is hard to tag so if i missed anything lmk. might do a part two if anyone wants it
You loved Pierrot. Even though he was intense, and a bit creepy, and even scary at times… with you, he was like a big puppy. Heeling behind you like a trained dog, looking down at you with those big doe eyes anytime you seemed even slightly displeased, constantly bringing you little treats and gifts. He was so puppy-coded to you, you couldn’t really be surprised with yourself when…
“Puppy, could you hand me the remote?” you sweetly asked your dear Pierrot, who was laying overtop you, head snuggled adorably against your chest. His head popped up at the sound of your voice, like it always did, but his usual grin was tainted with a bit of confusion.
“Did… you just call me puppy, my dear?” he asked, still smiling warmly up at you, but ever so slightly confused. Your face burned a bright red, realizing your private thoughts were becoming a bit too public.
“Fuck, sorry, I don’t mean anything by that. I- uh,” you stammered.
Seeing his encouraging smile, you took a deep breath. This was your Pierrot. He wouldn’t be upset by something as simple as a petname, right?
Right?
“You’re just always so sweet, like a little puppy. It’s cute,” you said simply, hoping you didn’t have to explain further. You weren’t sure you even could.
Pierrot’s face- mask?- burned a steady red as you spoke, his grin only widening. “Well,” he started, “if my dear wants to give me a nickname they find cute, I can't deny them.” He leaned forward, nuzzling against your jawline as you giggled slightly, both at the adorable action and to release some of the tension from accidentally revealing what you thought about Pierrot.
He handed you the remote, which at that point you had entirely forgotten you asked for. You turned the tv up like you originally intended to do, before letting him snuggle into your chest yet again. The two of you laid there, content with being in each other's presence as you mindlessly watched the dumb horror movie on the screen. You swore you heard him purr as you played with the hair at the back of his neck, what wasn’t covered by his hat at least. Even holding each other like this, he never made any move to remove his costume. You’d tried to bait him into it before, asking if he’d like to get more comfortable, or casually mentioning my ac is so terrible! If you’re too hot I get it, do whatever you need to cool off.
Sure, your intentions weren’t exactly innocent with that last one, but oh well. He ended up only taking off his pierrot collar anyway.
Lost in thought, you almost missed the soft movement headed toward your side. Sharp claws gently traced their way down your shoulder, before lightly wrapping around your forearm, pulling your arm out from around Pierrot’s waist. His hand dwarfed yours in every sense of the word as your fingers interlocked. You giggled, scratching his head lovingly. Ok, maybe going too far with the ‘puppy’ thing.
“My dear,” Pierrot mumbled against your chest. His head slowly lifted, his eyes locking onto yours. Oh fuck. His eyes were wide, pupils impossibly shaped into hearts. The drool leaking from the side of his mouth glinted in the dim light of the room, capturing your gaze as you swallowed nervously.
“If I am to be your ‘puppy’... does that mean… I belong to you?” he rasped out. You shifted a bit, the room quickly becoming too warm for your ceiling fan to deal with.
“Is that… ok?” you asked, already mentally face palming. He literally stalks me, saved me from Jester AND Ticket Taker, and sleeps in my bed more than he does the circus. ‘Is that alright???’ You thought to yourself mockingly. Still, you waited for his answer.
You weren’t waiting long.
“My dear,” he hissed, adjusting himself to hover over you, hands planted at either side of your head. “I have belonged to you since the moment I laid eyes on your beauty. There is no other I would rather give myself over to wholly. You wanting to assert your claim over me brings me feelings I am not sure I can resist.” His voice was low, gravelly. If you had been standing, you were sure your knees would have given out by now. Pierrot leaned forward, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin of your neck. “I will gladly be your puppy, if that pleases you, my love,” he purred out seductively, before licking a stripe up your neck. You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as your hips pressed into the mattress.
While Pierrot wasn’t exactly shy, he wasn’t normally this bold either. Was it the nickname? Your head spun with surprise as he leaned forward, his lips pressing against yours. It wasn’t your first kiss with the Pierrot, but it was the first time he’d been so… greedy. He let one hand run down your torso until he had a firm hold on your waist, his thumb rubbing addictive little circles into the covered flesh. He wasted no time in letting his tongue run against the seam of your mouth, electricity shooting down your spine as you greedily accepted him.
You knew Pierrot wasn’t human, but you didn’t expect how long his tongue was. It coiled around yours, making you moan as you braced both hands against his chest, feeling the lithe sinew beneath his costume. His tongue rubbed along the length of yours, before slowly sliding down the back of your throat. You gagged on reflex, whimpering. Luckily, he didn’t push, but his tongue didn’t dare stop its exploration. It was like the monster was set on exploring every inch you offered to him, like he could worship every fiber of your being.
You pulled away with a gasp, feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. Pierrot looked down at you, concerned. “My dear, are you ok?” he asked. You glanced up, almost desperate. You didn’t want him reverting back to his usual, reserved self. You knew he wanted you, but you also knew he was scared to death of hurting you. You were so delicate, so fragile, and all his hungry teeth and sharp claws wanted was to tear into you. Even with all of his intense proclamations and talks of desire, he always treated you like you were fine silk, and him a ball of razor wire. You didn’t want him holding himself back, you wanted him to be bold, daring.
You wanted him to be desperate.
“Youre so good, Pierrot. You’re being such a good boy for me, puppy,” you purred, hands trailing up to cradle his masked face. His eyes went wide, the mask burning a bright red as his pupils narrowed in desire. Using his shock to your advantage, you leaned in, lips trailing up his jaw before mouthing at the lobe of his ear, nibbling teasingly.
“Ngh-” Pierrot whimpered, biting his lip. You grinned. You didn’t tend to think of yourself as dominant, but with how cute he was, you realized you didn’t mind taking charge. You ran a hand down the length of his spine, before grabbing hold of his hip, tugging him closer.
“So good for your owner, huh puppy?” You whispered, almost mockingly. God, he was just so cute, and so responsive, too, his breathy whimpers and soft gasps seeming to play on loop.
While it was true Pierrot was a puppy when it came to you, you realized far too late your mistake. Yes, Pierrot was sweet, and loving, and playful, but if he acted like your dog-
You had to remember he still had teeth.
You gasped as your hands were suddenly pinned above your head, his one hand dwarfing the both of yours as he kept you locked into place. He was leaned in impossibly close, the only thing you could see being his eyes- wide, crazed, greedy, drinking in every drop of yourself you offered to him.
“M-my love-” he tripped over his words in his desperation, panting against your lips as a thigh parted yours, pressing against your clothed cunt. You shivered at the pressure, both offering relief and more need. You rocked your hips against him once, twice, before you were able to control yourself. He moaned loudly, his grip on your hands tightening. “Do you know what you do to me, my dear? Do you know how hotly I burn for you?” he growled. He pressed his forehead to yours, rocking his knee against you in a relentless grind. Your back arched as you tried to press your hips closer, whining at the friction as you looked up at him. “Do you know what you do to me when you call me puppy?” he rasped, “how it feels to be called yours?”
His free hand trailed down to your hips, guiding you to rock against him. You bit your lip, trying to keep your whimpers from spilling out. Pierrot gazed down at you like you hung the moon, taking mental note of each little emotion on your face, gazing in reverence at the evidence of your pleasure.
“P-puppy, feels- feels good,” you gasped out, letting him grind your hips against his thigh. He moaned, drool tracking down his mask as you praised him. You tracked the movement with your eyes, before leaning up in a haze, licking away the evidence of his desperation. Pierrot growled again, ducking his head down to latch his teeth into the junction of your neck, the sharp tips locking into the sensitive flesh. You cried out, body tensing in an arch as the pleasure threatened to tip you over the edge.
Yeah, your puppy still had his teeth.
As Pierrot switched between latching his teeth into your neck and licking over the wounds, you found yourself crying out for him. “Pierrot- I’m- gonna cum-” you gasped out, trying to warn him. He moaned, the vibrations piercing into your very being as the pleasured rode over you in waves.
“I’m so honored to be your puppy, my dear. I want to bring you pleasure in any way I can, I want you to moan my name like that for all eternity. I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you-” he pleaded against you, his sinful words only drawing your orgasm out further. He kept moving, until your tired arms began pushing against his hold, the pleasure tipping over into overstimulation.
“Pierrot, ‘s too much,” you whimpered. You let out a sigh of utter relief as he stopped immediately, hand moving to cradle your face as you panted in the afterglow.
“Was that good, my love?” Pierrot asked, giving you that lovesick puppy look he always gave you. You nodded, still breathing heavily.
“So good, my love,” you praised. He let out a sound akin to a yip, nuzzling into your neck excitedly.
He was still your puppy, at the end of the day. But after the events that had just transpired, you realized that, even if he was yours, he’d always have the upper hand, and he seemed more than eager to use it.
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I NEED ITTTTTTTT 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😫😫😫🙏🫶💕💕💕💕 someone was writing a fic abt it but its been a long while since and i really wanna read Pierrot being in heat 😔 pretty plsssss? 🥹 with afab reader- and she/her pronounce if possible- but if not, then gender neutral is fine too!!!! <,3
MY LOVE YOURE A GENIUSS
i got carried away with this ask (tysm for requesting!!) so i hope yall enjoy xoxo
PART 2 HERE
warnings: MDNI smut, pierrot in heat (obvs), mention of jester, jester is a lil shit and he knows it, AFAB she/her reader, overstim, pierrot has a knot, authors a monsterfucker and struggles to hide it in his fanfics, size kink, heavy breeding kink, pierrot is desperate but also a gentleman, praise (for pierrot and reader <3), reader gets referred to as a toy once or twice but not in a degrading way i swear. uhhh if i missed any lmk!
WC: 4.3k
The Show Must Go On.
That was the mentality all the members of the circus seemed to share. Whether injury, or insult, or waking up on the wrong side of the bed, you did your show and you didn’t complain. Or, kept complaining to a minimum at least. It wasn’t about the guests; no, it was about survival. More ticket sales meant more money meant more food, which meant survival. This was both silently understood and explicitly stated by all of the circus members. So, when one person’s show went awry…
“Jester!” you chirped, for the first time in your life relieved to see the purple monster. He grinned slyly as he turned to you, not letting your sudden enthusiasm go unnoticed.
“Oh, Pierrot’s pet, what a lovely surprise,” he hummed calmly, standing straight as he looked down at you, his grin menacing. You shuddered at his intimidating presence. Still, you continued to smile up at him.
He always called you that. You were sure he knew you by name, but you had never once heard him utter it, always electing to call you Pierrot’s pet instead. You didn’t mind much, outside of a bit of embarrassment and annoyance. You knew your place in the circus.
“Listen, Jester, I can’t find Pierrot, and I know his show starts in, like, 5 minutes. I was wondering if you’d seen him?” you asked, unable to hide the concern in your voice. It wasn’t like Pierrot to wander off right before a show. He was always prepared, always straightening his hat or sharpening his knives backstage, so this sudden change left you… antsy.
Jester frowned, raising a brow as he looked down at you. You wrung your hands out nervously, instinctively avoiding eye contact as his presence threatened to suffocate you. You hadn’t meant to get Pierrot in trouble, you were simply worried about him. Besides, he’d been acting off lately. He was constantly fidgeting, with his clothes, hat, hair, anything. More than that, he’d been much more touchy as of recent as well. He already hung off of you 24/7, but as of recently it was getting ridiculous. Seriously, he growled when you tried to go shower. Shower. How weird he’d been the past few days mixed with his sudden disappearance… you found yourself willingly asking for the Jester’s help.
“Pet,” he said, his tone careful, “has your dear Pierrot been acting… off, to you?” he asked, as if he already knew. You nodded hesitantly, eyeing Jester warily. After a few tense moments of you studying each other, Jester's signature eerie smile returned, and he let out a hum. “Be a good girl and don’t go far, hm?” he said, patting your face in a condescending manner. Your face burned red in embarrassment as he turned and quickly left, footsteps thick with determination.
Trusting Jester to locate your Pierrot, you pulled out your phone, staying in place like Jester asked. You opened some shitty mobile game to pass the time, thankful that the circus had terrible service, so the ads didn’t play mid game. You were unaware of what was happening around you, feeling safe to focus on your phone instead of the setting you were in, as you already knew many of the secrets the circus held. Despite the horrors that persisted here, you knew that Pierrot’s love for you kept you safe from harm here, so long as you stayed quiet.
Immersed in your phone, you failed to notice the guests walking away from Pierrot’s tent, disappointed. You failed to notice the Closed for Maintenance, Come Back Later to See the Show! sign being put at the entrance.
You failed to notice the figure hovering behind you, until one strong arm latched around your midsection, the other covering your mouth.
You screamed instinctively, thrashing a bit against your captor. But their grip was strong, inhuman…
You stilled upon realizing it was one of the circus members, knowing you’d likely just be picked up and put somewhere else in the circus. It happened often, unfortunately. They all truly treated you like a pet, picking you up and placing you down somewhere nearby, either to be entertaining for them, or for you to be out of immediate danger. Pierrot, Jester, Doctor, Harlequin, hell even Ticker Taker was guilty of it. Guess they find that easier than an ‘excuse me’...
“What a good pet you are,” Jester purred teasingly in your ear as he began to walk towards Pierrot’s tent. You tried to glance up, but he kept your head forward, making sure your eyes were on your destination. “Thank you for alerting me to the issue with your… owner. I am happy to report that I found him!” he chirped, eerily elated.
“Oh! Is he alright?” you asked, now worried as you saw the ‘out of order’ sign at the mouth of the tent.
Behind you, Jester smiled. “Unfortunately, he seems to be feeling a bit… stressed. Would you mind going in and- I don’t know, helping him out?” he asked. You shuddered at the hint of sadism in Jester’s tone. Clearly, he wasn’t telling you everything. When did he? Still, you were always willing to help Pierrot, no matter the task.
Jester was counting on this.
“I’ll help, but, what exactly am I help-”
You were rudely cut off as Jester set you down, shoving you through the mouth of the tent. “Pierrot! Here she is!” he announced gleefully. You looked back at him, confused. You were met with the menacing glint in Jester’s eyes, before the lip of the tent shut, leaving you in complete darkness.
Turning around, you went to call out to Pierrot, but were rendered silent by the sight in front of you.
Glowing amber pupils illuminated his maskless face just barely, enough for you to tell he had forgone his mask but not enough to make out any features. You could make out a bit of the ivory shade of his hair if you squinted, but it paled in comparison to that gentle glow. As you glanced down, you shuddered, only realizing he was naked as you saw the tip of his cock illuminated in that same radiant shade of amber. You saw his hard cock bob as he slowly stalked forward, slowly closing in on you like a predator would prey.
It was easy to forget just how much bigger Pierrot was compared to you until he was closing in on you like this, your neck craning up as he neared. He growled as he got closer, the sound rattling some primal fear deep in your bones. On instinct, you backed up, tripping over your feet in your shocked haste, landing on your ass roughly. You glanced up, watching Pierrot begin to crawl over you. You were shaking in fear, not so much of your Pierrot, but more so the shock of the situation. Still, the scent of your fear wafted into the air, the monster scenting the air lightly as he hovered over you.
Your fear was quickly quenched as Pierrot let out a dramatic purr, laying his entire body weight over you, smothering you with his affection. He said nothing, just continuing that loud, rumbling purr as he nuzzled into your neck. You felt his cock jump against your leg as he indulged in your scent, but you chose to ignore it for now, more focused on figuring out what was going on now that you knew Pierrot nor you were in any immediate danger.
“Pierrot, love, what's wrong?” you asked, voice honeyed and sweet as you brought a hand up, going to caress his hat as you always did. Instead, you were met with the hard keratin sheath of his horns. You’d felt them under his hat before, but feeling them so openly like this had your hands wandering in wonder. You brought your other hand up, exploring the new parts of Pierrot you’d been exposed to. His purring only got louder, and he nuzzled more enthusiastically into your neck, drool beginning to slide down the sensitive skin there.
You shivered, panting softly. You felt terrible for getting worked up while something was clearly up with Pierrot, enough to cancel his show apparently, but you really couldn’t help it, especially when he was so… sweet like this. He was always sweet with you, of course, but right now he seemed almost… domesticated? Whatever it was, it made your knees weak.
You heard Pierrot growl above you, your only warning before he pressed a needy kiss to your lips. His tongue wasted no time bullying into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist greedily as he began to rut his cock against your leg. He grunted, shuddering as he moved against you like you were a toy, something to work his frustration off against.
“P-Pierrot,” you panted out, head turning to the side to break the kiss, trying to get answers first. Pierrot didn’t take kindly to this, moving one clawed hand up to your face, meanly squeezing your cheeks as he forced you into another kiss. “Pmmrow-” you tried to slur against his mouth, before you were silenced by his large tongue sliding in, rendering any attempt at speech useless. You whimpered softly, eyelids fluttering shut on instinct at the pleasure. He always knew how to unravel you, make you weak for him in every way possible. That was how he liked you- needy, wet, desperate. Still, you tried to keep hold of at least a couple of brain cells for now, at least until you got some answers.
Pierrot pulled away from your lips. Your eyes had adjusted a bit to the dark, but only enough to make out basic shapes around you. His pupils were blown, completely heart shaped, illuminating his upper face. His skin was an inky black color, slightly amber tinged thanks to the glow of his pretty eyes. You could make out his teeth as well. Those sharp, unforgiving teeth of his, his mouth curled around them in an almost drunk smile. He looked unhinged. He looked feral.
He looked pathetic.
“Pierrot, are you ok?” you tried once more, bringing a hand up to cradle his face. He placed a hand over yours, holding it to his face as his inhuman tongue curled around it, trailing some down your wrist as he moaned at the taste of your skin. You shivered, but frowned, trying again. “Honey, I can’t help if I don't know what's going on,” you cooed, trying to coax even a few words out of him.
“My… heat…” he rasped out, voice thick with need and accent heavy in his distracted state. You raised a brow, cocking your head.
“Heat? What, like, mating season?” you asked incredulously. He nipped at your palm, before nuzzling against it again, nodding as he looked up at you with those needy doe eyes of his. You bit your lip, feeling him continue rutting against you needily. “And you want my help with it?” you asked, trying to keep your tone reassuring. He moaned at the simple thought of it, panting against your palm as he glowered down at you, gaze full of lust.
“M-my lady…” he rasped, “please, I need you. I need to breed you.” His tone was almost pitiful, a raspy whine that showed just how much he needed this, needed you. Taking a deep breath, you nodded.
“It’s ok, baby. Do whatever you need to to feel better,” you reassured.
Wrong choice of words, on your end. Pierrot’s grin sharpened into pure glee, a whine of triumph leaving his lips as he stood abruptly, dragging you up before cradling you in his arms. It felt like only a second before you were into the back part of his tent, being placed gingerly on a pile of blankets and pillows, Your face burned red as he dragged the tips of his claws over your shirt and bra, effectively slicing them in half. You frowned, whining in protest.
“Pierrot-” you groaned in frustration. He just grinned stupidly, looking up at you with joy.
“Whatever I need~” he hissed out, licking over his teeth as your breasts fell, exposed to the cool air of the tent. One hand braced on your hip to keep you still, he brought his free hand to your chest, a soft moan leaving his hips as he gently traced the delicate curves under his fingertips. “Soo beautiful,” he slurred out, leaning forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. You sighed out in pleasure, back arching a bit as you gave him room to do what he needed. He was always so good to you. Baking you treats, keeping you safe… you figured letting him do as he pleased to you wasn’t such a big ask. Plus, you weren't complaining, not with the way electricity shot up your spine as he sucked on your nipple, teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin there. So long as he replaced your bra later, you didn’t mind this one bit.
His hips began to churn against your thigh yet again, the desperate humping motion rocking your body a bit with the force, causing your tits to bounce with the movement. Pierrot groaned, releasing your nipple from his mouth as he panted up at you.
“M-my lady, please, let me in. I need to be inside of you,” he gasped, nearly doubling over as his movements against your thigh grew more rough. You bit your lip, studying the absolute mess Pierrot was right now. Normally, Pierrot took his time with you. Soft, teasing foreplay leading to working you open on his tongue, sometimes for hours, before he gently fucked into you. He was always so careful, knowing he was so much bigger than you. Not just him, but his cock. Every time he entered, you felt the air get punched from your lungs, the stretch stinging your walls. Because of this, your lover always held back, always treated you like damn porcelain despite your insistence that I’m a big girl, Pierrot, I can take it. You felt terrible, knowing that even if he came, it couldn’t have been satisfying. At least, his knot was always an angry red afterwards, pulsing just outsight the entrance of your cunt.
Seeing how pitiful, how desperate Pierrot was right now, you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
You grinned, scratching lovingly at his scalp as his eyes rolled back softly, moaning at the contact. “My love,” you whispered to him, trailing your lips along the edge of his ear teasingly, “I need you to cum inside me. Knot me, breed me. Please, make me your mate,” you moaned, putting an extra slutty edge to your voice just to entice him that much further.
“Fuck- please, my lady I need you!” he whined, fumbling pitifully with your jeans before looking up at you with wide pleading eyes, whining more as he failed to tug them off. You hummed softly at how fucking cute he was in heat, already shoving your jeans and panties down, laying back and spreading your legs for him.
“Fuck, s’pretty-” he slurred, diving forward to your glistening pussy, drool dripping onto the blankets beneath you. Before he could reach his target however, you pushed his head back, making him whimper, his eyes gazing up at you all big and sad.
“Babyyy~ come fuck me already,” you teased. His cock, which had been throbbing since you entered the tent (and probably before), looked painfully hard. As much as you knew he adored your taste, you didn’t want him in pain any longer. He gave a heartbroken glance to your cunt, before moving up, hovering over you, hands gripping your waist to hold you down.
“M-my love, I do not want to hurt you,” he whined, “but I need it, need to feel you around me, I need it more than I need air,” he begged, as if you hadn’t already given him the green light. He was fighting a battle with himself. Not wanting to harm you, versus not wanting his poor cock to hurt anymore. His head was so addled with lust, pheromones and instincts, and yet he was worried about hurting you still.
God, he was so cute.
“What if I ride you?” you asked, trying to give his needy mind a break. He whimpered, looking up at you.
“Won’t you tire?” he asked, as if he didn’t literally drool harder at the thought.
“If I do, I’ll let you take over. Deal?” you wagered, hoping he’d accept.
You grinned as Pierrot nodded, laying back to let you crawl into his lap. As you wrapped a hand around his cock, he cried out, clearly over sensitive. He throbbed hard in your grasp, his heartbeat erratic and firm, tip still glowing that pretty, steady amber hue. It was incredibly helpful in the dark environment, allowing you to line him up with your entrance. His hands shook at your hips, keeping you steady as he ignored every impulse to slam you onto his cock like a fleshlight.
“Nghh- my lady!” Pierrot cried as you began to sink down, biting back a wince at his impossible size. His hips bucked up once, twice, seating you halfway on his cock before you could realize what was happening.
“Holy shit-” you gasped, clenching around him as you struggled to adjust. Still, you kept sinking down lower, although slower than before, truly intent on taking all of him. Pierrot’s hands left your waist, instead grabbing desperately at the blankets beneath the two of you, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth fell open- the perfect picture of need.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you felt his balls press against your ass, signaling he was fully inside. He was writhing underneath you, cock pulsing against your walls as he babbled out, already pussy drunk.
“Please, dear, ride me, fuck me. I need you so badly my love. You feel so good wrapped around me, so tight, so wet. Please use me, let me breed you. Please, please-” he rambled on, trembling at the effort it took to hold back. You hummed, grinding down on him a bit to watch him grasp harder at the blankets beneath him.
“Pierrot,” you hummed, voice tight with the pleasure of him being seated so deep within you. “I think I’m tired. Won’t you fuck me?” you pleaded, voice low and needy.
His control snapped in an instant, his hands flying to your hips before grinding you down onto his cock, rocking you back and forth as he made sure every inch was inside of you.
“I-I’m sorry, my love, I need you,” he mumbled, before lifting you up as if you were nothing but a toy, a pretty breeding mount for him to relieve himself with. He slammed you back onto his cock, before setting a brutal pace, slamming into you like it was the last thing he’d do.
“You feel so good my lady~” he slurred out, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth hung open, drool trekking down his face. As wrecked as he looked, you didn’t look much better, jaw slack as moans left your lips, soft whines punctuating every time his tip bruised your cervix.
He fucked you hard, cock bullying your walls as he worked his heat out against you. Pretty tears began to well in his eyes as he relieved himself with your cunt, that amber glow framing them as they threatened to spill over. It wasn’t uncommon for Pierrot to get pussydrunk, but you’d never seen him so fucked out before, like the only thought in his head was you and your touch.
“P-Pierrottt-” you drawled out, eyelids fluttering at the pleasure. You leaned forward, bracing your arms around his neck as your forehead rested against his, breath fanning against his face as you panted. He let out a garbled whimper, mouth agape as you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was hot, hungry, his desire for you too much as it spilled over, threatening to overtake you.
“My love-” he panted into the kiss, his thrusts already beginning to lose their rhythm, becoming sloppy. “You’re beautiful, all mine. Mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to breed. Gonna lock you on my knot, gonna make your belly all full and round, full of me, full of-” he whined, cutting off his own words as his knot began to swell, popping in and out of your cunt as he thrusted into you. You felt the walls of your pussy stretch, your entrance catching onto his knot as he kept fucking you silly.
“Fuck, knot me baby, fuck a baby into me, make me yours!” you gasped out, rocking your hips in time with his thrusts. He groaned, slamming you down hard onto his cock, his knot fully swelling as it finally locked the two of you into place.
“S’good, s’full. Breed, yeah, breeding you. My pretty girl, so pretty- so wrecked on my cock,” he babbled out drunkenly, a stupid smile on his face as his hips moved in little circles. His cock twitched with each load of hot cum he shot into you. You moaned, clenching around his cock as your orgasm hit you, rolling over you in waves.
He panted into your neck as he came down, though his cock still twitched in your walls, knot pressing unforgivingly against the edge of your gspot. You whined, hips rocking against it instinctively, even as the pleasure threatened to be too much. “M-my lady-” he groaned, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He worked you against his cock, groaned as his hips bucked up in time. You were already so full of him, full of his cum, but he wanted more. He was insatiable.
“Pierrot, can you even cum again?” you asked, almost scared of the answer. That stupid, drunk smile widened on his face as he looked down at you nodding.
“My love, I can do this even when I’m not in heat, I just don’t want to hurt you,” he giggled, pulling your hips impossibly closer, your clit rubbing on his waist with every rock, making you whine.
“Honeyyy~” you drawled, moving to place your hands on his bare chest. “I don’t want you pent up all the time. I want you to feel good too,” you mumbled, the words hard to utter with the constant pulsing of his cock in your walls.
“You always make me feel good,” he panted, hips beginning to roll in little circles against you. “And I feel so good right now. Need to stuff you full, keep you locked on my dick, pump my cum in you ‘til it takes,” he growled. Any of the relief he felt from cumming was replaced with need yet again, his heat making him insatiable.
“Fuck, Pierrot,” you whimpered, orgasm washing over you yet again at the raw need in his tone. He never stopped moving you, shooting another load in your cunt as you came down from your orgasm. “Pierrot, you done?” you whined, beginning to get oversensitive.
“Nuh uh,” he slurred, beginning to lift your hips. You felt his knot strain against your cunt, making you cry out at the stretch, his knot slowly beginning to pull out of your cunt, Pierrot grunting at the tightness. Finally, his knot fully popped out, cum pouring out of your hole and pooling around his base.
“What’re you doin’?” you mumbled, hole clenching around the length that was still buried in you. He whimpered, no doubt feeling more needy without his knot being milked by your warm cunt.
“Wanna keep fucking you,” he said determinedly. He seated you down on his cock again, seated just above his still-inflated knot. You shuddered as he laid you back against the blankets beneath you, your legs wrapping around his hips as his hands braced on either side of your head. His cock began bullying its way back in again, thrusting into your pussy in that same desperate pace as before. Luckily, your poor cervix got a break, as his knot kept his full length from entering you. Unluckily, his thick cock head was aimed straight for your gspot, ramming against it with every hit, quickly pushing you past overstimulation.
“Pierrot!” you cried out, back arching as your eyes squeezed shut, unable to stay quiet at the overwhelming pleasure. He moaned, laving his tongue over your nipple before sucking at it yet again, losing himself against your body. Each thrust made your hole twitch, your poor clit ache. Even your sensitive entrance was suffering thanks to the battering of his knot against it.
“Such a pretty toy for me,” he whimpered out, “my love helping me, taking my heat like a good girl. Thank you, fuck, thank you,” he gritted out, battering your walls in a bruising pace. You tried to respond, really, but you were so overwhelmed by the pleasure.
His knot still hadn’t deflated by the time he came again, so instead he just braced one hand on your hip, roughly slamming against you until it finally popped back in. He grunted in pleasure, face entirely pleasure drunk as you squealed at the mix of pleasure and pain radiating from your cunt. He kept rutting against you as he came yet again, adding more cum to the already obscene amount in your womb.
“You done?” you whimpered yet again. Pierrot shook his head, humping into you harder.
“Please, please don’t leave. I need to keep fucking you, my lady. Please?” he begged. You winced, the pleasure entirely too much, but you couldn’t deny him, not when he begged so prettily. You whined, but let him continue rutting into you, your cunt tingling with every grind.
…
“Think we should tell her this is gonna go on for a few days?” Ticker taker sighed as he walked past the tent, the circus already closed for the night.
“No, she’ll figure it out. Besides, not like she’d dare deny her sweet Pierrot,” Jester grinned, replaying your sweet overstimulated whines in his head with sadistic glee.
synopsis: a sudden idea pops in your mind. what will happen if you touch his horns?
tags: fluff, suggestive, established relationship, pierrot is being a pupppy.
wc: 1.2k.
⤖ part w. harlequin (click).
hiding from haunting eyes, responsibilities and cruelty, you spend your free time with pierrot, who often visits your flat… no, he practically lives there, abandoning the circus just to see you more often than usual. constant performances and your job can keep you to apart, but by the end of the day, you find yourself in the same position as before.
resting his face on your chest, pierrot eventually smiles and babbles something under his nose, as you lie here, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of you. neither of you try to engage in the conversation: pierrot is too busy with your presence, and you’re too busy staring at his horns.
you’re not frightened – you saw his inhuman features a lot of times before, as much as his long claws, pale skin and wild, unnatural gaze. you came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t a normal clown – he wasn’t a person; he was a fantastic creature, but as long as he was so gentle and loving, you didn’t mind it at all. someone could consider you crazy, and, yeah, you were crazy in love with him and his damn horns.
an interesting idea pops in your mind when your curiosity outweighs self-preservation instinct. and you should ask his permission before you act on your sudden impulses, but this thought isn’t important, is it?
because what could possibly be more interesting than his reaction? you never ever touched his horns. it wasn’t like you were prohibited from doing so, more likely you didn’t dwell on this detail. you took it for granted, you knew they were there, but that was all. that was in the past, by the way, your present self doesn’t think so.
would he like it? would he stare at you with his usual lovesick expression? would he be mad? ah, it doesn’t matter. the worst reaction is him hurting you, but pierrot would never do this, you know he wouldn’t.
so, as confident in yourself as ever, you slowly but surely run your hand down his hair. pierror doesn’t flinch – he used to this kind of intimacy between you two, he adores when you get all touchy and gentle with him. that works in your favor. your lovely boyfriend doesn’t suspect anything, his body language is relaxed, but his grip on your waist is still tight.
then, after a few seconds of distracting his attention, you move your hand a little higher. the moment of truth arrives. carefully, with your fingertip, you trace from the tip of the horn to its base, as pierrot raises his head and looks at you in astonishment.
his eyes show no anger, no pain, no discomfort. surprise. that's the best word to describe the emotions floating from his gaze. and there’s something else, something you can’t put your finger on. yet.
“my lady,” he stutters – actually stutters, as he tries to regain his composure and doesn’t show you what you shouldn’t see. “what are you doing?”
“ah, nothing, my dear,” you say, your face is adorned with a lovely smile. “is there something wrong?”
somewhat pleased by the lack of any annoyance or irritation from his side, you wrap your slender fingers around one of his horns, and poor pierrot jolts. he drops his head back on your chest, his heart is beating like crazy, he’s ready to explord from the sheer sensation of your soft hand caressing that part of his body.
he feels illegally good. he melts from the tenderness with which your skilled fingers treat his rough but sensitive horns.
“n-no, there’s nothing… ah, my lady,” he says, the way his voice hitches make his answer sound like something between a moan and whine. “just… stop, please…”
pierrot fidgets on the bed, his grip on your waist becomes almost painful. he doesn't show his face, but you can hear how hard he's breathing when you grab his second horn. you do the same. you wrap your hand around it, move it up and down, up and down...
“do you want me to stop, pierrot?” you ask teasingly, but the underlying softness and fondness in your voice is unmistakable. “doesn’t it feel good?”
he fidgets yet again. he doesn’t want you to feel what this little situation does to his body. he doesn’t want you to feel his throbbing desire, but it’s obvious, isn’t it? pierrot is practically shaking with the efforts to hold back another groan.
and if this monster had a tail, he would be wagging it like a little puppy right now.
“it does, my lady, it feels so good, but…” he murmurs and suddenly raises his head to look at you.
his pale cheeks are nothing but redness. his eyes, which used to look at you with love and affection, now burn with passion and intense desire. he loves every moment of this, but there’s a problem. if you keep this up, he won’t be able to control himself.
“but… i’m afraid i’ll lose my mind, my lady,” he admits sheepishly. “horns are the most sensitive part of my body, which why… ah…”
judging by the look on your face, you see what your caresses are doing with him. you already know he’s especially sensitive there even before he could say it, but you clearly underestimate the influence of your actions. but as long as you can make him feel good, you’ll play this game.
“then lose control, my dear,” you whisper sweetly.
then you scratch the horn with your nails, trying a different approach. after all, there’s a lot of things you can possibly do with his lovely horns, you can’t miss such an interesting opportunity. pierrot hisses through his teeth; sensations borderline on painful, but it still makes the fire of desire burn brighter and brighter in his chest… and in other parts of his body as well.
but he got your permission. which means there’s no point of return now, and he can be as wild as you let him to be.
“promise me you won’t stop,” pierrot says when his long, wet tongue touches your neck, and this gesture already predicts a hot, sleepless night for you.
he always gets particularly aroused when he's with you. he could always get aroused even from a simple touch on his hand. but now you've done much more. you're doing much more. because your other hand is touching his horn too. because you're still caressing them slowly, and pierrot lets out a low, plaintive moan.
“i promise,” you manage to say before he presses his lips against yours in gentle yet demanding kiss.
but there is only one thought in your head. maybe you should touch his horns to make him a whining mess a little more often.
🎪Fandom: The freak circus.
🌹Pairing: Pierrot x female Reader.
🤹🏻 Rating: explicit.
🍿 Summary: you tease Pierrot tricking him into fucking you. Pierrot is pathetically a virgin.
🔞 Warnings: porn without plot, virgin Pierrot, rough sex (Reader begging), light size difference (fuck yes!), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, fluuuf! Pierrot doesn’t understand what’s happening to your body and asks you if he should stop and...
You were in your room by the dresser, putting on your earrings and adjusting the pins on your collar. Pierrot was with you, right behind you, though keeping his distance.
From the mirror, you gestured for him to come closer—and he did. Slowly, carefully, as if afraid to break anything. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around you, to envelop you with his body, but he held himself back.
You leaned forward against the dresser, pushing your hips back, brushing your rear against the crotch in his pants. Pierrot flushed bright red. You could see his reaction in the mirror—his expressions, both amused and strained. His eyes widened, golden circles spinning and spinning.
“Pierrot…” you murmured, feeling him harden.
“You can… tear them off if you want,” you added, pointing at your pants (leggings).
Pierrot raised his hands to the waistband, trembling, intimidated by you and terrified of hurting you.
“Do it, Pierrot! Don’t make me wait! Please…”
And Pierrot gave in.
His claws tore through the fabric, careful not to graze even a single inch of your skin. He freed his cock and pressed against you, rubbing between your thighs and ass before slowly, gently, entering you—devoted, entirely focused on you.
When you took all of him, down to the base of his abdomen, he stilled, savoring the feeling of your pussy tightening and swallowing him all.
He was yours.
Only when he felt you adjust, grow comfortable, did he begin to move—slow thrusts at first, rocking his hips back and forth. You trembled, wanting more.
His hands stayed planted on the dresser—he was too afraid of hurting you. So you placed your small hands over his.
“Pierrot… more… more… I want you more…”
Drool slipped from his lips, falling onto your hair, your back. He couldn’t help but comply with your request. He fucked you faster, reaching all the way to your cervix. The pleasure was so intense that your brain stopped working. Your legs shook like jelly, and a knot formed in your stomach. It wasn’t enough… you wanted to be fucked hard, by him, by your cute, sensitive, Pierrot.
“Harder… harder, Pier <3, please!”
That was everything he wanted—and everything he feared. This put him at odds. He knew that if he gave you more, he could have killed you, and that wasn’t his intention, but it wasn’t even a remote thought.
In the mirror, he saw your face in ecstasy with pleasure. Your tongue sticking out from your lips. Your eyes crossed. You were no longer there, so perhaps you wouldn’t have felt pain in that state of sexual intoxication. Pierrot let go of the dresser and your hands, gripping your hips, and began thrusting harder, faster, fucking you like a dog in heat.
“Ahhn… Ahhh! Yes, Pierrot! Don’t stop!” you cried out, repeatedly.
Yet, Pierrot couldn’t completely let go when it came to you. He was fucking you really hard to the point that he could have pierced your womb, and yet, you kept coming all over his dripping cock.
“My Lady? Are you alright? Am I hurting you? Should I slow down?” he asked, worried, while you had orgasm after orgasm, wetting and squirting on his baggy pants.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” was all you could say.
He kept going, pushing deeper, faster.
“Ahhnngh—ahh—!” you cried out.
“Am I hurting you? Should I stop? Please, my Lady, tell me what to do! What’s happening to you!?” he kept asking with concern. But you didn’t hear him. The pleasure was too much.
“PIEEERROOOT!” you screamed moaning, squirting all over him.
Pierrot was shocked as he felt your body trembling beneath him, and as he admired your face in the mirror—your mouth was all slobbery and your cheeks were burning.
You were so cute.
You were all his.
“One more, Pierrot? The last one, please… but I want to feel you come with me, please…” you panted as you nuzzled his strong arm like a kitten.
“As my Lady wishes,” he panted in your ear, leaning down to reach your neck.
And as he covered you in his drool and tender kisses, Pierrot made you come one last time, cumming inside you and filling your abused womb.
As he nuzzled your neck and hair, scenting and marking you, he asked you: “did you… pee on me?”
You burst out laughing while Pierrot, sulky and red but still inside you and holding you from behind with his whole body, continued to not understand and asked you what he had done wrong.
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❄︎ zayne: he doesn’t like to admit that he’s super nervous taking you out for the first time. but there’s absolutely no reason to be – especially because he’s so well-mannered. opening all the doors there are, helping you with walking, because your heels are so high, offering you the better seat in the booth, not even without thinking. he’s a gentleman through and through, and it takes everything in you, not to beg him to come to your place right after. (he does come in though. the day right after, showing you that he doesn’t behave like a gentleman all the time.)
✈︎ caleb: it’s super special for him to take you on a flight on his private jet. you’re the only person he’d ever do something like that for, and you enjoy every single minute. he grabbed all your favorite snacks for you, you on the seat right next to him, feeding him while he’s all focused on the flight, talking about all the nerdy things that interest him. you love listening to him, the sound of his voice, the way his eyes light up when he’s passionate about something. his cheeks turn pink when you place a kiss on his cheek, and that color intensifies when you land and he pulls you on his lap right after.
♠︎ sylus: this king loves to spoil you right from the beginning. he reserves a whole mall for you alone, to shop and frolic around, smiling at your enthusiasm. he adores every single „sylus! come look at this!“, even after you yelled it ten times already, following you with the shopping bags you already acquired. he lets you pick out a dress right then and there for you to wear at the fancy restaurant he takes you to. after dinner he dances with you in the empty restaurant, humming melodies into your ear. you don’t care that he sings out of tune. you just sink deeper into his touch, which lets your blood bubble like champagne.
𓇼 rafayel: he takes you to the tallest building in town, where he teases you about your fear of heights. but maybe that's exactly why he planned it – so he can enjoy the feeling of your hands clinging to him. „I'll take care of you,“ he whispers into your ear, letting his intentions sound rather ambiguous. „don’t be scared.“ his soft voice, his touch, his entire presence start to slowly relax you. you even begin to enjoy the view as he wraps his arms around you from behind and holds you tight.
☾ xavier: he wants to order food and watch a movie under the pretext of being close to you. he loves to see you during combat – but this? nothing beats the feeling of seeing you fully comfortable and relaxed on his couch. you chat for hours, talking late into the night, and every single minute shows just how compatible the two of you are. xavier would love to take you right then and there, but he holds back, while his mind screams that you belong to him and that he needs you. lucky for him, you feel the same. he realizes that, when you climb onto his lap, your fingers gliding under his hoodie, feeling the warmth of his skin.
People think that Zayne is mean to you—like quite mean, actually.
They overhear his seething remarks, ones that cut through someone's self esteem like a hot blade. They notice how disinterested he appears when he looks at you; it's as if the mere sight of you bothers you. They see how he leaves you behind sometimes, wandering off and not caring in the slightest if you're following or not.
It's a hard sight to behold, especially when you don't see what they see.
Because you still smile brightly at him, despite his blatant disregard. You still run after him like a puppy, calling out his name before grabbing hold of his arm. You even laugh at his hurtful remarks, loud and cheery, and it's awful to think that you don't see how bad this is.
How he treats you so coldly; it makes them want to rescue you. Tell you to leave this horrible man and find someone worthy of your love and time.
But they're missing something crucially important.
They're missing the shining fondness and love that blows his pupils whenever he looks at you.
They're missing how his seething remarks are snark that you more than understand and deliver back just as harsh. Your laughter a joyful sound that fills his soul with what he believes to be the sweetest feeling.
They're missing how him walking ahead is him scouting for new places to try with you. Hoping that he'll come across a new bakery with desserts you've both yet to try. And how he smiles softly at you when you catch up to him and cradle his arm against your chest, happily chatting away.
The outside world sees something destructive, something mean and harsh. But they don't see the beauty, the construction of a love that has lasted lifetimes and dimensions. That settles within his body like warm tea before bed, promising the best night's sleep.
Misunderstandings are unavoidable, Zayne isn't blind, he knows how they look.
But he knows you'd hate it if he tried to change what you both love so much.
So let them talk and theorise.
Their concerns hold no weight.
All that ever matters to him is you.
a/n: best believe mc will yell and beat up ANYONE who dares vocalises such thoughts because their man is a snarky bitchy angel and they LIKE IT THAT WAY
summary: mc is stubborn about being sick, zayne convinces you it’s ok to take a day off.
tags: established relationship (mentions of marriage), fluff, sickness comfort (only flu), gentle sternness from Zayne
Word count: 700
You wake up tangled in the blankets with Zayne, the first stretches of daylight barely peaking through the curtains. Yet, instead of the usual calm morning stretch, you’re met with a jolt of pain in your chest. You’re quick to sit up as you’re wracked by coughs, stirring Zayne from his slumber.
He’s instantly by your side, rubbing your back with one hand and the other gently pressed against your forehead to gauge the temperature. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs with a sharp frown, a statement and not a question.
You shake your head as the cough subsides, trying to shake off the growing aches. “It’s probably just a cold,” you swear, albeit with a hoarse voice. Zayne doesn’t seem convinced. He rises to reach into the bedside table, fumbling around for a moment before pulling out a thermometer.
“Open.” he chides, already clinical even as his hair falls over his eyes, tussled from sleep. Begrudgingly, you part your lips. Although you can’t help but lean into his touch as he settles in bed beside you, keeping you grounded as your head swims.
He peers at the device until it finally beeps. As the numbers calibrate, he disapprovingly tuts, “102. You’re staying home.” You let out a groan at his diagnosis, stifling a cough.
“A hunter never takes a day off,” you proclaim with tired indignation. “I’ve been sick before.” Zayne hugs you into his arms, stroking your head with gentle fingers. His lips are soft as he presses a kiss to your heated forehead.
“If you’re not at peak condition, you could get hurt,” he murmurs against your hair, grip tightening almost imperceptibly as if he could shield you from even the sickness. “As your doctor, and more importantly as your husband; I prescribe a day of warm tea and staying in bed.” His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, still rough with sleep but warm in the sort of way he only reveals to you.
“Let me take care of you.” Your already reddened face somehow flushes even warmer at his words. Zayne had always kept an eye on your health, but ever since the two of you married and moved in together; you weren’t getting away with shaking off care.
“It has been a while since I had a day off,” you sheepishly admit, nestling into his chest. Your head numbly pounds, but the light coldness radiating from him soothes the ache.
“It’s settled then,” Zayne smiles against you. He nestles you into the bed, taking carefully slow movements like you might shatter in his hands. He wraps the blanket around your shoulders, leaning in to kiss your forehead once more. “Rest. I’ll go start the kettle.”
You instantly relax into the blankets, eyelids fluttering. Zayne smiles softly at you as he lingers in the doorway, before turning to enter the kitchen. You hear his footsteps falter for a moment as he taps on his phone, then his business voice rings out. “I can’t come in today, my wife is sick.”
He returns moments later, a platter in hand carrying steaming cups. “Medicine first, then tea,” he nods as he carefully settles back into bed, laying the platter between the two of you. His touch is gentle as his fingers clasp your cheeks, beckoning you closer for the spoonful of medicine.
“There you go, my love,” he murmurs as he tips the spoon past your lips. You grimace slightly at the taste, and he teasingly taps your frown. “It’ll make you feel better.” Before you can retort; another cough sneaks up on you, rattling the cutlery as you sit up.
“Let it out, that’s it,” Zayne gently soothes, rubbing circles into your back. You lean into his touch as it subsides, grateful for his broad chest to rest your head. He wordlessly hugs you closer, waiting for whatever you need.
“Thank you, Zaynie,” you weakly murmur, tea forgotten as you find home in his grasp. He chuckles softly at the nickname, running his fingers through your hair.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he assures in a hushed whisper, “I’ll always be here.”
Not a long one. Just a small piece of paper folded into a penguin, placed exactly on top of a stack of reports I had been reviewing earlier this morning.
I found it after returning from rounds.
You had written only two words.
“Don’t overwork.”
An unusual instruction.
You are aware that leaving such messages tends to have the opposite effect. They distract me. I spend several minutes wondering when you managed to appear in my office without being noticed.
collection of short little rambles about what I, totally a professional on this aspect as an grey-asexual , think what 🍎🐦⬛❄️ would like.
Caleb is my main so I’ve got to talk about him first. I feel like the chip in his head could make him go rougher some moments cause it causes emotional fluctuations trying to dim it. But besides that he’d cry the first time he got to do anything with MC. He’s a yearner, a messy yearner, and I don’t think he’d maintain such a good face or dominant look like infold has tried to canonically put him as. He’s the only one who I could think could be a virgin out of the whole cast all the other folk I feel would dabble in certain years.
Maybe it’s pushing it, but I’ve thought what is undeniably hot is being vocal. I feel like he’d be the whole joke of talking you through it but actually do it. As he’s breaking your cervix 💔 wouldn’t hold back moaning and tell you all about how great it is. We heard the new four star, he’s a moaner.
He’d be one that would care about your pleasure though I feel like if there wasn’t any foreplay he’d continue if he orgasmed first and become the true munch like it’s clear he’d be and eat what he’d see as a five star meal.
Sylus is the one who I’d think would be into BDSM 😭😭 hands against MC’s throat while behind her or grasping hard in anything he could get his hands on. I don’t think he’d use anything outside of his hands or his evol, but the evol has been historically able to restrain things.
Foreplay would be something I think he’d consider every time even if he was desperate (unlike Caleb who I think could forget it). Cause he’s good enough to and experienced enough to not rush it and he knows how hard it is for women to sorta get into it. Would be one to reach his hand between you two to rub at your clit too so you didn’t have to do it yourself to make sure you’d finish at the same time as him.
Secret breeding kink getting farther into the relationship
If Luke or Kieran are gone or coincidentally sent out its every surface with this man. Honestly if Mephistos didn’t have thoughts and feelings and was just a camera I think he’d record
Zayne would probably be the least composed out of all three cause he’s very driven by his feelings when it comes to intimacy. Hes rough and messy every single time because he finally has the MC even if it’s the tenth or fiftieth time. Being forced to be more composed in his normal life it would lead to this.
Would of course not want to hurt you though.
But it’s also every surface with him. I think he’d be a missionary fan though too just to keep eye contact with you as he’s doing it, also a vocal man but more or less over what he’s doing. To get under your skin I could see him talking about it as if it’s a book he read or a medical process as he’s doing it.
Would probably be into roleplaying. I could see Doctor x Nurse LOL. Cause he is one just getting you into that character. And then be mortified to talk about anything that happened in bed outside of it.
Temperature play though too honestly cause of his ice powers would probably come into play. Though it would be interesting if he got into wax play as well to get the warmer side compared to his normal ice.
Your voice cut through his train of thought, the medical report he was peer reviewing was starting to feel a bit tedious anyways. "I always have a moment for my favorite girl." His grin is genuine, glasses sliding down his nose as he admires you.
"Are you sure? You seem busy." You're eyeing his laptop as you speak, teetering back and forth on your feet like you're trying to contain your visible giddiness. "I'm due for a break, don't worry."
"Alright, alright. As long as you're sure I'm not being a bother..." You step closer, hands carefully held behind your back as you tower over him for once. "I've got a very special present for you, Zaynie."
He studies you for a moment, lingering briefly on your very shiny lips. "A present just for me?" His tone is softer now, eyes sparkling as he waits for you to confirm. "Well, it's kinda like a treat for both of us, you just need to close your eyes first."
He closes them almost immediately, trusting you wholeheartedly for whatever you're about to give - or do - to him.
There is a slightly prolonged silence before you move, carefully placing a little jar on his desk to free your hands. Hands that are warm and soft as they cup his cheeks and tilt his head up. The kiss you place is soft, pressing your lips sweetly against his before pulling away with a triumphant grin. "Soooo, what do you think?"
He blinks his eyes open slowly, immediately dazed from even the smallest of touches. "What do I think?" Many things, really. But not a single one of them are appropriate to say out loud.
You can't help but start to giggle, eyeing the transfer of lip balm now spread evenly on his lips. You don'y say anything, letting the doctor work it out himself. One beat of silence, then two, then his tongue is darting out to wet his lower lip. Brows furrowing in the process.
"...vanilla?" You grin, knowing he'd get it. "Close!" You snatch the little jar off the desk, presenting it to Zayne like a prized jewel. "Vanilla and honey! I also got a pear kiwi, an apple, a strawberry, oh and mango!" He nods, eyeing the jar before looking back at your enthusiastic face.
"I didn't catch the honey, it seems you're going to have to apply some more and kiss me again." He's serious, not a hint of mischief in his gaze. Now, who are you to decline the opportunity for such an experiment? "We can test the others too."
"Definitely."
I was originally going to write this for Caleb because I got the apple flavored lip smoothie from Farmacy and then went back and bought the rest of the flavors at Ulta because they're on sale and they're so good </3 but the Vanilla Honey immediately made me think of Zayne cuz I'm a big ole loser - Soul
It was a warm summer morning. I was standing in the kitchen making breakfast, but something caught my attention: Zayne wasn’t there yet. Normally, he’d be right there as soon as he smelled the pancakes. I turned around, and there he was – with a sleepy smile on his face. He was wearing an oversized, fluffy pajama set, wrapped in a blanket, and holding a huge snowman stuffed animal tightly in his arms.
“Y/N… when’s breakfast ready?” His voice was small and innocent, almost as if he was still in a dream. And his expression mirrored that same innocence, like a child looking for comfort.
“It’ll be ready soon, Zayne. You can sit down.” I gestured to the chair at the table, and without another word, he sat down, pressing his stuffed animal tighter to himself and staring thoughtfully out the window. It was almost like he was getting lost in his own thoughts, but at the same time, he seemed to seek my presence, feeling safer when I was near him. I served him his pancakes and watched as he handled his plate cautiously, almost shyly.
Zayne kept glancing at me while eating, as if seeking reassurance that everything was okay. But I just smiled at him, and immediately his face relaxed. Soon after, he quietly played with his food, as though taking his time, making sure he was here, safe in this moment. It was simply adorable, how he seemed so fragile in those little, seemingly insignificant moments.
After breakfast, he got up to change, but when he tried to zip up his jacket, the zipper got stuck. He came into the living room and tapped my shoulder. “Y/N… my jacket’s stuck...” His voice was soft again, almost like he needed a little comfort. I smiled and went over to him, fixing the zipper and gently smoothing the fabric. “There, all better now. Your toys are by the fireplace, by the way.” I pointed to the little box filled with his toys and picture books neatly arranged beside it.
The afternoon passed as he played quietly, getting lost in his sticker book, shutting out the world around him. As I was making dinner, I noticed he had curled up on the living room floor, his stuffed animal still tightly clutched in his arms. A soft smile spread across my face as I watched him there – so vulnerable, yet so peaceful in his little world. I carefully covered him with a blanket, before returning to the dinner table. The TV played softly in the background, but my gaze kept drifting back to him. It was a comforting feeling to know he was nearby.
In the evening, when he woke up, he crawled sleepily and a little groggily onto the couch with me. He lay down on top of me, his hand finding its place on my stomach, and his head gently sank into my lap. I stroked his hair tenderly, feeling the softness of his body and his need for closeness. It was like he was allowing himself to fall completely into the moment, feeling safe with me.
After a while, he looked up, and I recognized that look immediately. It was the look he always had when he was somewhere between his Little mindset and his professional, adult self. He was both vulnerable and strong at the same time, but in that moment, all I could do was reassure him that he was still the person I loved, no matter where he was in his mind.
“I love you, Zayne.” I whispered softly as he gazed deeply into my eyes. I knew that was exactly what he needed – that reassurance that, no matter what, he was loved just the way he was.
˚ 𝜗𝜚˚ pranking zayne by giving inaccurate medical advice / fluff, crack
a/n : inspired by a tiktok i saw with a girl pranking her firefighter boyfriend like this
it was hard to catch Zayne off guard. no, it was damn near impossible given that he knows everything about you. as your childhood friend-now-boyfriend-and-doctor, he probably knew more about you than you did yourself.
all of your pranks against him have been futile. "Sorry, my love, but I can read you way to easily". He shouldn't have taunted you like that, because today was the day you were finally going to get him.
right now, you're resting up on the couch while Zayne was just across at the dining table. it's one of those rare days where, while still needing to work, he was able to at the comfort of your shared home.
while he was writing on his laptop or reading through several reports, Zayne would steal some glimpses of you, thinking you don't notice. spoiler : you always do. so, in order to make this seem as real as possible, would go between watching tv or scrolling through your phone.
by the time he figured you were just in your on world, it was time to put your plan into action.
scrolling through your phone, you get a "call" from one of your friends. you've got yourself angled on the couch to where Zayne couldn't see you playing the ringer sound off a soundboard you had on your phone.
you answer the phone with ease, using all your training as a hunter to control your breathing to seem as natural as possible.
"oh, hey, what's up?" even though you're keeping yourself facing the tv, you take a slight peek to see that Zayne is already looking at your direction.
"I mean, how many energy drinks have you had today?" you sit up on the couch, concern slightly etched onto your face. "oh, 5 cans? thats not too bad"
it takes a lot of willpower not to react to the way that Zayne faltered typing whatever he was writing. you've set the bait, it was just time to reel him in.
"I mean, if you're still tired, a couple of expresso shots shouldn't hurt." Zayne's full on looking at you now. almost there.
"Your heart is what? No I'm pretty sure above 100 beats per minute is normal"
"Wait, sweetheart, no-" you cut him off by putting one hand up, still looking away from him.
"Yeah my boyfriend is a cardiac surgeon and he says drinking that much a day it alright" you somehow manage to say that with a straight face, even when you notice Zayne stand up and approach you. The closer he gets, the more you scoot away from him.
"How do you not have coffee but a bottle of wine? I mean, I guess that should be fine for you-"
Zayne all but snatches your phone out of your hand, and you finally get a proper look at his stressed out face. You try to grab it back, but he uses one hand to firmly but gently hold you against him, while he places the phone to his ear.
"Hello, please do not listen to my girlfriend. If your heart is beating irregularly, do not consume excessive caffeine much less alcohol. I have no clue where she got this idea that- hello? what-"
Confused by the silence on the other end, Zayne squints at the phone to see it powered off. Only 3 seconds pass before you start manically laughing in his arms.
"oh, oh my gosh babe you should see the look on your face! You have to admit it, I finally got you!" Turning to face him, your boyfriends cheeks and ears are flushed a light pink, while his face read something between amused, stressed, and embraced for falling for such an easy prank.
"Darling, yes alright you got me. But for my sake please consult with me, your doctor, before giving medical advice out yourself."
"Yeah, yeah, maybe" You continue to mess with him a bit after that, but before you could say anything else Zayne's got you trapped in his arms while the both of you are bundled on the couch.
"Zaynee," you let out "don't you have work?"
"Hmm, it's well recommended to take breaks between work. In my case, I need to have you near me or else I won't be fully rested" He's got his face buried in your neck, but you can feel him smirking. "Doctors orders, after all."
You suppose this was only fair with the slight panic you instilled in him moments earlier. He can have this, but not without messing with him a bit more.
"Fine, but I'm putting on Grey's Anatomy on TV"
His grip on you tightens, and you feel him knotting his brows.
"Do you understand how inaccurate the medical world is portrayed in that show? The procedures are one thing but-"
Instead of finishing his work, Zayne spent the next few hours hate watching whatever medical drama you would put on TV.
a/n : i love ragebaiting sm. I can def see Zayne disapproving whenever you have an energy drink and warning you about all the health issues that come with it AHAHHAHAHA
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