Chie ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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[kylarsobsession]

My friend Mari (friend mentioned in this post) drew this because of our friend @takkton making a joke about Bailey having to wear a fursuit to get money when PC is at the wolf cave lol

[dokidokibailey]

HEY OP THIS COMIC IS SO FUNNY THAT I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT LIKE WEEKLY SINCE I SAW IT

I PROGRAMMED IT INTO MY BAILEY MOD (IT ONLY TRIGGERS ON APRIL FOOLS DAY IN GAME)

[zhuhlyaart]

lifelover

[daiquiri-ssi]

the male LIs

[zerosevengt]

Part 2. Part 3??? Maybe, maybe not — it depends XD

[liramayro]

PC with S-rank dancing skill

This meme is so ancient that even Ivory Wraith knows it...

[pontiacheavunn]

whitney <3

the sketch before the rendering looked so chopped omg

[zhuhlyaart]

[daiquiri-ssi]

[sanfangzhu]

📣Notes📣 1.The games featured in these images cover a wide range of genres—from romance and story-driven to healing (cozy) and even horror. Please choose which to play based on your own preferences and comfort level🙌 2. If you are interested in playing any of these games, please make sure to read the warnings and notices before starting👀 3. The order and placement of the games do not reflect their quality or ratings. Every one of them is wonderful👍🌟

I think it's finally time to document a list of games I love📯💗 Still… I didn't expect it to take so much time. I ended up discarding several layouts along the way✍️

With a bit of personal bias, I also want to recommend these games to you.　I'm deeply grateful that these games exist — they accompanied me, supported me, and helped me through a very long period of my life💪💪

To all the creators behind these works, I offer my highest respect. Thank you for your incredible creativity, and thank you for everything🫂❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[hyuum0n]

Li's side window. Human form of black wolf and great hawk are still in progress.

Someone has asked me will there be fem version, I'm still learning how to draw fem...and I like drawing man, most likely much, much later. I'll try.

[ineedmoney1234]

(Nulla Short Comic) Flower Picking game

Hello! Hope you are doing great today! I’m back from my month-long crusade to gift you this cute little comic strip🎁🎁

Watch Nulla pluck away some flower petals to determine your affection for him! (While he’s staying in denial about it and slowly losing his sanity too)

Highlights>>>

Yes, Nulla is getting that Muse treatment from me 🗣️🗣️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 LOOK AT HIM AHHHHHH YOU SEE HOW DREAMY HE IS ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[dokidokibailey]

REIYU'S BAILY EXPANSION MOD - ALPHA RELEASE!

Current state: ALPHA V.0.2.3 [UPDATED 04/04]

Download here on GitGud!

Wiki page - WIP but I'll list out stuff soon

ALPHA means that it's incomplete and has bugs that I need your help to find and squash. Please submit bugs to Discord!

Alpha release contains:

~40,000 words of new content total

124 new passages (scenes, choices, outcomes)

229 vanilla passage patches — places in the base game that now have Bailey flavor

Please enjoy and do come to the Degrees of Lewdity Modding Discord if you find any bugs! ALPHA RBE is the framework I need to build more Bailey content that I have envisioned. Please look forward to future updates, as well!

[baidao]

[servitaur]

Horror Movies and Chill - The Freak Circus - Pierrot x Reader NSFW

Ao3 Link: Here

Warnings: Virginity loss

You'd expect that a clown from a horror themed circus would at least have seen certain classic horror movies. When you find out Pierrot hasn't seen them, you decide to fix that.

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It started innocently enough. You had just casually made a joke about a horror movie, the iconic Scream movie no less, and Pierrot had just stared at you with his big, adorable, clueless eyes. A look that said he had no clue what you were talking about, as deeply fascinated as he was.

“Wait, have you ever seen the Scream movie?”

The bells on Pierrot jingle as he shakes his head, the revelation catching you by surprise. It felt obvious that a clown from a creepy circus would have at least seen such an iconic horror movie. You had expected that just because of the job he would have seen a lot of them, but in retrospect, why would that be a job requirement? A job is just a job, not someone’s entire character.

“Do you want to come to my place tonight and watch it?”

You didn’t even mean to ask; the words just slipped out. You had expected him to turn you down, since he probably had work that night anyway, and even if he didn’t, why would he want to spend his little free time with you? But his eyes widened so far you thought they might pop out of his skull, nodding his head so fast his bells sounded like a toddler banging on a piano.

So you gave Pierrot your address and told him to arrive at 8pm, giving you a two-hour gap to get ready for him. Then off he went back to his circus, where, unbeknownst to you, he begged on his knees for the night off. He only was granted it after he started sobbing on the ground; that’s when Jester finally broke down and relented.

Pierrot knocked on your front door at 8pm sharp, not even a single second too soon and certainly not too late. The horror movie marathon started not long after, both of you taking opposite sides of your couch. Your good host instincts had told you to prepare some snacks for you both, but with his circus’s rules not letting him eat in front of others, that made the snack idea pointless. What was even the point of that rule? If it were not for his figure, would just nibbling on some popcorn for a night ruin his tall, lean figure that easily? The others wouldn’t even have to know, but you weren’t about to pressure him into anything if he didn’t want to do it.

You had started off with Scream, of course. That was the movie that got you two to do this. The movie was nothing new to you, so none of the scares actually startled you with it being your umpteenth time seeing them. Pierrot, on a completely virginal viewing, seemed to react far worse than you expected even from a child. The first jump scare of the movie nearly caused him to jump off the couch, spurring you to pause the movie so you could make sure he was okay. He insisted he was fine, that he wanted to continue watching the movie, so you two of you continued.

With Scream being an older movie, back from before horror movies relied on shock factor to get a reaction, there wasn’t much over the top gore. The gore, thankfully, didn’t seem to even faze Pierrot, not in the early scene with the jock’s disembowelment, the tad silly garage door neck breaking, or the ending scene where blood is much more on display than before. Obviously, all the gore was fake. The special effects were good for their time, but nowadays they were noticeably fake. Perhaps Pierrot had seen his own fair share of similar things, perhaps his family were butchers; nah, not your sweet, adorable Pierrot.

But ‌of everything, he reacted ‌most strongly to nudity. Scream wasn’t even that gratuitous with it; the characters talked about it nonchalantly, but on-screen only one character took off her bra, and her breasts were never even shown. You had glanced over at Pierrot during that scene; you had felt him shift, and found him covering his face with his hands, peeking through his fingers. Neither the scares nor the gore shocked him as badly as just a woman’s bare back did.

It only got worse with the next movie, Friday the 13th. You had asked him if he had seen that classic either, to which he said no, so you turned that one on next. The scares in that movie startled him the same, and the gore brought no reaction like before. But there was a bit more on-screen nudity in that one, with a woman’s breasts actually shown while in another scene, characters play strip poker but never actually get nude. In those scenes, you thought his half of the couch might light on fire with how embarrassed he got during those scenes. When a couple was even shown about to have sex, you glanced over to make sure he was okay, only for your eyes to meet his. You both looked away quickly, now you yourself were blushing hard. It meant nothing, meeting his gaze in a scene like that, you tried to lie to yourself.

With you having watched two classic horror movie titans, you felt it was only fitting to watch the last of the holy trifecta, Halloween. His reactions were like before; with the scares, almost jumped out of his clown suit; the gore, absolutely nothing. But the nudity, oh boy! You had forgotten the scene where there’s two teenagers in bed, under the covers, writhing and moaning but little is actually visual. But that one scene was so bad for Pierrot that you had looked over to make sure he was okay only to find him curled into a ball, clutching a pillow like it was life-support, and back completely to you.

Out of concern, you sped up past that part before pausing the movie. “Pierrot?” You asked, reaching over and touching his shoulder, only to recoil when he jerked hard at your touch. “You okay over there?”

Pierrot’s head turned back to you, eyes meeting yours, the look in them reminding you of a golden retriever when it gets caught doing something it knows it shouldn’t be doing. It’s adorable, but his distress shouldn’t be so cute to you.

“Do you want me to change the movie? I don’t think there are any more scenes like this, but I’m not actually sure,” you offer.

He, however, shakes his head. “No! No, I’m, I’m fine I swear!” Pierrot blurts out, talking fast. “I want to keep watching!”

Ugh, how can a grown-ass man be this cute? You just wanted to squeeze him. “Sorry, there seem to be so many scenes like that,” you try to explain. “These movies were made a while ago when things like sex were just more taboo, so they often had sex scenes to demonize those who were doing it. Like, um, characters have sex and then get murdered, you know? Premarital sex, that is.”

Pierrot listens to what you’re trying to say, though once you’re done he turns his head away again. “Just… just give me a second, please,” he mumbles out, almost whispering. You, of course, will give him that, but you were concerned for him. Why was he sitting so curled up, clutching a pillow like that?

…

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh! Oh, okay, um okay,” well now you were panicking. You had invited this man into your home and you got him aroused? With horror movies no less? He must think that you had planned this, lured him into your home and purposefully put on movies with those scenes to pressure him into doing that kind of thing. You truly hadn’t thought that hard about those scenes. Movies with a little nudity were nothing new to you, but clearly it wasn’t the same for him. Did he think you were into this? Watching people getting bloodied, gored, massacred; that’s what got you going?

God, if there was a hole you could crawl into and die in, you needed directions to it ASAP.

“Okay, um, hang on. There’s a bathroom over there,” you gesture towards your bathroom. “You can um, you know, do what you need to do in there.”

“I’m fine!” Pierrot blurts out, a little louder now, stuttering and firing out his words. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I just-. This never happens, I swear. I’m just- I just got so excited being here with you, and then seeing those people like that, I just-. I’m sorry; you must think I’m so gross and pathetic. Please, just, just give me a moment to calm down, and then I’ll leave.”

“No! You don’t have to leave. Unless you want to, of course,” you try to comfort him. You really don’t want him leaving on such an unpleasant note, but you’re also not going to stop him. “It’s fine, really. Things like that just happen sometimes!”

God, how mortifying? Just two miserable adult virgins, sitting on a couch while not far away on your television screen, a teenage couple is about to get murdered post-copulation. It was now your turn to sit there, head in your hands as you stewed in embarrassment.

It takes a little while before ‌part of what he had said finally sinks in. He admitted he was excited to be here; sure, he could have meant that he was excited to hang out with a friend. But how he said it… It didn’t sound like he meant it fully platonically. Did, did he…?

Fuck it, you’ve made it to adulthood a pathetic virgin because you can’t just say what you’re thinking when it comes to this. To love and to sex.

“Pierrot?” you speak up. He flinches at his own name. “When you said that you were excited to be here, what did you mean by that exactly? Like, did you mean you were expecting something else?”

He practically deflates on the couch, like he just lost half a foot and at least 40 pounds. “I’m sorry. I know I must seem so revolting; you must hate me. You’ve let me into your home and I can’t even behave myself; like I’m some animal. But I swear, I won't touch you with any lewd intentions.”

You bite ‌your lip, face growing hotter with every breath you take. At this rate, it’ll be your half of the couch that’ll be lighting on fire. “What if-” god are you really saying this? This already sounds so cheesy and cringey. “What if I want you to touch me, lewd intentions or whatever included?” You almost hear a snap with how fast Pierrot’s head turns towards you; you might have if not for the jingling bells. His eyes stare at you like two big round tables covered in black cloth and golden bowls in the middle. It was hard to believe that a human’s eyes could even get that big.

“Really?” His voice is so very quiet, like he expects that if he’s too there with you, you’ll realize what he is and change your mind. Like you’d only want him if he’s unobtrusive. It was hard to tell if you wanted to smother him in kisses or wrap your arms around him for the rest of your life.

Only with your nod of assurance, because you couldn’t speak any assurances, did he slowly unravel his body to you. Pierrot moves so slowly, like a beaten dog trying to sneak a juicy steak that it’s been offered, not believing that such an act of kindness could actually be for him. The pillow he was clutching is dropped to the side as he inches closer, your eyes landing on his crotch where his need is visible even in his loose pants. He’s not exactly small; you can tell even without seeing that much of what he had. That only compounds ‌your peaked anxieties, your first time and you’d be taking that? If this is how you die, then what a wonderful way to die.

Pierrot stops just short of you, his eyes struggling to focus on your face or your body. There’s a hunger in his eyes, but he’s starving himself just looking at you. It’s obvious that you need to insist to him you’re here, that you’re okay with him, you genuinely want him; because holy fuck, do you want him bad.

You take his hand, and he lets you guide his hand without question; if only you knew that if you guided him, he’d willingly walk into hellfire with just as few protests. With little preamble or seduction, you pull his hand to your breast, letting his fingers grope the soft flesh. It feels so alien, feeling someone else touch you there, someone else’s heat on your own. It was so odd, but if it was Pierrot, then you liked it a lot.

That very overt consent‌ was enough for him to immediately dive for more. “Can I, can we kiss?” he pleads, watching you nod. He doesn’t need anymore coaxing, diving into you with passion as his lips meet your own. Both of you are so inexperienced with kissing, but while your attempts are clumsy, there is an abundance of passion to make up for it. It feels so good, he tastes so good, like how roses smell and how a sunny day feels.

His hands are all over you, fingers drifting along your skin and occasionally peeking beneath your clothes but never passing a certain boundary. It’s like he wants to remember every inch of your body so he could carve your body out of marble. There’s a level of naivete to it, but he’s so desperately listening to your breath and heartbeat to know where best‌ to touch.

Finally, your own lust wins out, and you pull back from the kiss. “Pierrot,” you whimper, hands pressing against his chest. For a second, it almost looks like he’s expecting you to tell him to leave, that he’s scared you, but those fears are quickly dismissed as you speak. “Can we go to the bedroom to, you know, do that?”

Pierrot must be dreaming that you’re actually wanting this so readily, wanting him so openly. But you felt too real, tasted too real; if this was a dream, then let him sleep.

You’re plucked off the couch so fast you gasp in surprise, arms wrapping around his neck just above the surprisingly soft ruff that he wore. He held you around the waist so easily, lifting you like you weighed nothing to him; you probably didn’t. Whatever they were feeding him in the carnival, they better keep feeding him because being carried around like this certainly wasn’t making you complain.

You don’t have to direct him to your bedroom; he finds it without even an ounce of hesitation or guessing. Perhaps if your mind weren’t so cloudy with more sinful thoughts, that would have been a red flag, but right now it isn’t even a flag. So what if the flag is red anyway, Pierrot wore so much red that it’d just remind you of him?

Pierrot laid you on your bed with much more grace than how he had picked you up, falling with you as you both resumed their mutual surface-level explorations of the other’s body. Under your hands, his body was firm, toned, a body built for all the acrobatics and aerial stunts he performed. It almost didn’t feel right in certain parts. Some places that should have been flesh were hard, while where bones should have been firm under skin were soft. Like a puzzle of a solid color where the pieces just didn’t fit quite as they should. But you thought nothing of it; this was the first body you’ve touched, really touched, that wasn’t yours.

This could have gone on forever if you hadn’t again taken off your shirt, giving him an eyeful of your nearly nude torso. To you, it’s just your body, a part of your sack of flesh that gave you no small amount of trouble, a sack of flesh that was far from what most others would consider beautiful, and you knew it. But the way Pierrot looked at it, at all your curves, edges, and imperfections, it almost made you believe it was a masterpiece. As long as he wasn’t disappointed, you told yourself; it was good enough. Pierrot takes a bit more of an active part in stripping you of your clothes, each piece of cloth removed with trembling hands. Soon, you’re laid naked on your bed, while Pierrot is on top of you, still fully clothed and just a little disheveled. It was disappointing; you wanted to see his body underneath too, but the one time you tugged at his collar he quickly pulled your hand away. He wasn’t cruel with his refusal to strip, more reluctant than anything else, but he was holding himself back.

“Can you..?” he tries to ask, trying so very hard to find the words. “I don’t want you to see me, not yet, so can we- Can we do this with you on your knees?”

Perhaps you could have been offended, but the word ‘yet’ sent your mind soaring. You two hadn’t even gotten to the end, and he’s already talking like the two of you would do this again. A promise that this wasn’t just a one-time thing, a single night’s sober mistake. So such a single ask from him you will indulge.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you nod quickly, quickly turning around and getting on your hands and knees. It was an embarrassing position to be naked in, your warm cunt exposed to the cold air, but it also was so exhilarating knowing that it’s Pierrot looking at you. Did he like how you looked like this? God, you hoped so. You couldn’t see his face in this position, so you couldn’t tell.

Then his fingers ran up your slit, the feeling making you jump. “Ah, sorry!” Pierrot quickly apologizes for startling you, his hand disappearing from between your legs.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you try to quell his concerns, pushing your hips back a little. “I just, I’ve had no one touch me there before, just surprised me that’s all.”

There’s a bit of a pause, his hand finding its way back to your thigh, gripping the soft meat so gently and teasingly close to your sex. “You’ve never…” he sounds surprised, voice low, greedy. “You’ve never slept with anyone before?”

You shook your head as a no; you really didn’t want to admit it out loud. He must think you’re a loser, a fully grown adult who, despite your best attempts, has remained a virgin.

You’re about to say something, anything, but he ends up beating you to it. “Thank you,” is all he mutters before one of his fingers dips inside you. It feels so heavenly, even just that one finger is enough to make you see stars, or hearts. Everything is so blurry that the shapes you’re seeing have little form. This is it; it’s really happening; you're finally joining the club that everyone else is in.

He’s so gentle as he slowly pushes one finger, then two, in and out of you, it’s like he thinks you’re made of porcelain. It feels so weird, and not just because the feeling is new to you. The claws he had you were so sure were part of his gloves, but you could feel them inside you as he took great care not to scratch your delicate insides. But he wasn’t wearing the gloves anymore; the fingers inside you were certainly made of living flesh and not leather like his gloves. Did he have long nails, and if so, why didn’t they feel anything like nails would? Would you even be able to tell if your only sign is what they felt like inside you?

Despite his clear inexperience in this, Pierrot quickly learns how to best use his fingers on you. It certainly helped that you were very sensitive as well, somewhat because of how new it all was and more so how absolutely turned on you were. If it were anyone besides Pierrot, would you be as into this as you are?

Finally, your own horny stupidity wins out, your need for him inside you trumping any patience. “Pierrot, please,” you whine out, giving your hips a little shake to tease him. “Just fuck me already. I can’t wait any longer.”

You can hear him swallow his own nervous energy before he removes his fingers from you. Your cunt suddenly feels so empty without his fingers, you can only hope that he fills it up quickly. There’s a pause, a short one that feels painfully long to you, as you hear him fumble with his own clothes. God, it’s so hard being patient when all you want to do is jump on him and ride him till the sun rises.

Then you feel it, his cock sliding between your thighs; incredibly warm and terrifyingly big. You just about jump out of your skin at the feeling. Doubt filled your head in seconds, unsure if you could take a cock that big. Would it hurt? It’d hurt, but would it hurt more than you could take? What if you had to tell him to stop, and he was disappointed in you for not being able to take him despite begging for him? What if you told him to stop, and he didn’t?

You weren’t about to back down now; you were far too stubborn, or stupid, to do that. Even if it hurt like hell, then you’d just have to bear it, for Pierrot.

His clean hand slid up your back, down your arm, and caught your hand at the end of its journey; leaving goosebumps in its path. Then slowly, so full of apprehension and worry, he lifted his hips to meet yours and slowly guided his cock to your entrance with his other hand.

There was a lot of resistance at first before his tip pushed past your throbbing walls, the rest of the length slipping in behind it easier. The sound that comes out of you doesn’t even sound like you, more like some red-light district prostitute trying to get a tip from a stingy customer. But it’s your sound that came from you, one that was completely real.

“Are you okay, my Lady?” Pierrot asks, so innocently concerned as you tremble beneath him. You were right, it hurts, but holy shit did it feel amazing; he felt amazing inside you. It took a lot of willpower not to just beg him to fuck you hard and fast, break you right then and there. Especially when you called you that.

So you just nod, whimpering out your words. “K-keep going,” is all you can manage.

He happily obeys, slowly pulling out only to push in even more glacially slow. It almost hurt more with him going so slow, not because of his size but because of how desperately you needed more of him. It felt like you’d explode if he didn’t pick up the pace, and your attempt to get him to move faster by pushing your hips back only got him to hold your hips in place.

“You are just divine, my Lady,” his voice is quiet in your ear; you can barely hear him over the lust buzzing in your skull. “Like the stars themselves, every inch of you is perfect. I’m blessed, so blessed, to be holding you like this. I’ve dreamt of this for so long.” His hips grind into you in a way that makes you see the stars he’s talking about. You feel so full around him, you can feel every throb of his cock inside you and it makes you so hungry for more. It’s so perfect it doesn’t feel right. How could sex feel this good? You almost don’t even notice how his cock doesn’t feel like it should. You’ve made use of dildos before, and the realistic ones, they don’t feel this way. His cock feels almost textured, like there are ridges to it. But whatever it is, it feels like it was meant just for this, for you.

“It’s so hard to hold back, my Lady, to not just claim you as mine forever,” he continues, his words like wine. “Every time you smile at me, it’s like my heart gives up. I’ve wanted this for so long, but I was scared I would scare you away. But now? Now that I can hold you in my arms, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

“Please, please, please promise me you’ll never leave me. If you leave me, I’m not sure what I’d do. I can’t, I can’t have another…” he quickly changes his topic. “How exquisite you are, the way you walk, the way you smile, the way you laugh. It’s drawn me in, such an entrancing trap I’ve fallen into, and I never want out. Never let me out of your cage.”

You have no clue what he’s talking about, but it was turning you on more than you wanted to admit. It just sounded so romantic, his words so honeyed that you felt like your teeth would rot. The best response you could muster was just whimpers and moans, sounds that were almost syllables but not there.

Pierrot picks up the pace, earning louder noises from you as a reward. Your arms, trembling and weak, finally give out, and your chest falls to the bed, the new angle proving to be even more pleasurable for you. His breath is hot on your back, each thrust forcing out a whine from him as well. He’s just so perfect, his body and voice, it’s driving you insane.

“Pierrot,” you find the words somewhere in the deluge of your lust-drunk mind. “Can you, fuck, can you bite me?”

There’s a stutter in his movements, your request catching him by surprise. Great, he must think you’re a masochist freak now; maybe he even thinks you’re lying about not sleeping with anyone before. But you want it, want his mouth and teeth on your skin, leaving marks.

You can feel him bend closer down to you, his own torso having to contort so his mouth is close to your nape. A downside of the near foot and a half height difference between the two of you, as hot as it was. Then his teeth, sharper than you thought, scrape against your shoulder. It’s like he’s testing out your reaction, seeing if you really mean what you want, and when you don’t take back what you said, does he finally bite down.

The bite isn’t hard, certainly not enough to draw blood, but enough that you can feel it. He sucks on the skin, hot tongue running over the flesh in his mouth, just enough that there could be a mark in the morning.

You know yourself well enough to know that you’d enjoy it, and you were right. The sweet pain of his bite makes you gasp and shake far more than just a nibble should, your walls clenching down around Pierrot as a reward. He gasps a little at your positive reaction, his thrusts picking up speed quickly as his desperation takes hold.

It’s like your little request made him lose himself, his thrusts becoming a lot more erratic and needy. His fingers, claws and all, dig into your hips where they are surely leaving bruises and tiny punctures in the skin. There’s desperation as he leaves more bite marks up and down your torso, some of them just leaving small hickies and others deep enough to draw blood. His tongue quickly lapped any blood he drew up, tasting every part of you.

Pierrot leans down further, pushing your head to look to the side so that you meet him in a deep kiss. You open your mouth willingly, too drunk with pleasure to do much else than let him do what he wants. His tongue, inhumanly long, slides down your throat, coating your throat in his saliva as you gag around it. Maybe if you weren’t too fucked to notice, you would have taken notice of how long his tongue was, but you likely would remember that detail days later only to chalk it up as a exaggeration in your own memory. You completely ignored all of the red flags he was dropping.

Then a particular thrust hits you in just the right way that you almost come undone right then and there. A sound halfway to a scream comes out of you, your face burying itself in the pillows beneath you, clutching at the sheets as you tremble. Pierrot smiles wide above you, licking his lips, before he adjusts his aim and abuses that spot of nerves. Before, every thrust felt heavenly, but the new angle is enough to make you cry in pleasure, literally. Tears drip down from your eyes, quickly getting soaked up by the bedsheets below, your body falling apart with every thrust.

You don’t even feel it coming until you’re cumming hard around Pierrot’s cock, back, curling up against him. Your legs give out beneath you, your hips falling to the bed, and he follows you down, not letting up on you as you cum. It quickly becomes too much as your body is held flat against the bed, pinned down by Pierrot as he uses your hole as a fleshlight. Every thrust quickly pushes you into overstimulation, sobbing out with every one of them.

Pierrot’s teeth meet the back of your neck, biting down on the flesh like a dog in heat. His teeth sink into your skin, drawing blood, before you can feel him cum inside you, a loud whimper coming from him. It’s hot, gooey, and thick, filling up the little space left in your cunt until it spilled out of you and onto the bed below.

You both stay like that for a moment as Pierrot collects himself. Slowly, he pulls his teeth from your neck, pulling away from you as he lets you breathe normally again. “My Lady,” he murmurs, his fingers drifting through your hair.

As he pulls himself out of you, there’s a sudden pause before he’s a lot more panicked. “My Lady!” he cries out. “You’re bleeding!”

Before you can even respond, he’s fled from the room almost comically fast. It’s a pain to sit up, but you need to check yourself out and sure enough, there’s a bit of blood between your legs. It’s nothing to worry about; you’ve seen more blood from when you’ve cut yourself with a knife. If anything, seeing the blood mixed with his cum fills you with an odd sense of pride; the sight of it is evidence of the exclusive not a virgin anymore club. It is cute that he reacted so strongly to a little blood like that, even when the gore from the movies didn’t cause that strong of a reaction. Though you were worried that the blood made him just flee your home entirely.

Pierrot comes back before you have to worry for too long, wet rag in hand. Before you can stop him, he’s back between your legs, this time gently wiping away the mix of blood and cum ‌as he frantically apologizes. “I’m so, so, so sorry. I was too rough with you, wasn’t I? You just felt so good and I- No, I shouldn’t have been so rough with you, no matter what. Ugh, I’m so sorry; you can hate me now if you want. I deserve it after I-”

“Pierrot, hey,” you stop him, reaching down and taking his cheek into your hand. You gently guide him to look up at you, giving him a tired but warm smile. “It was great. I loved it. I’m just not used to, well, like I said, I’ve never had sex before. Next time we do this, I’m sure it’ll be a lot better.”

“Next time?” he stutters out, like he doesn’t believe what he’s hearing. “You’re not mad?”

“No? Why would I be?” you ask. Then a mischievous thought comes across your brain, making you grin a little. “But I will be mad if we don’t cuddle right now.”

You open up your arms to him, inviting him in, and he takes the invitation happily. The two of you land on the bed, quickly embracing and entwining yourselves with one another. A soft laugh leaves your chest, burying your face into the soft ruff of his costume. Two of your hands find each other in the mess of your bodies, and you hold them tightly.

Is this what they call the afterglow? Because it feels like you’re floating, just the two of you alone in the universe, like there’s no bed, no outside world, no cruel people. You could get used to doing this a lot more often, sex or no sex; just being able to hold Pierrot felt right.

Before sleep takes you, you look up at Pierrot, meeting his gaze. He must have already been staring down at you, and ‌that makes you feel a little safer in his arms. “If Jester,” you mumble, trying to choose your words carefully. “If you think he’ll be okay with it, can you stay the night?”

Pierrot smiles at the question, pulling you in tighter. “He’ll forgive me.”

“Pierrot, I’m serious,” you frown. “I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

Your insistence on his job security only makes him smile wider. How sweet of you to worry about him, like him spending one night away from the circus would be enough to make the others kick him out. “I won’t be, I promise. Jester is very nice.” You’ve met the Jester, and while you wouldn’t call him an asshole, you also certainly wouldn’t call him nice either. Intimidating is more fitting. But Pierrot likely knows him better than you do all things considered. So you just accept his promise and snuggle into his body, letting exhaustion overtake you.

When you awake the next morning, you can barely pull your aching body out of bed, all the places where he broke skin already patched up. When you finally crawl out of bed, you find Pierrot has already made you breakfast, a domestic, loving smile to greet you with.

[nightskyiskra]

TFC X reader

★ A game of Hide and Seek ★

Imagine playing an elaborate game of Hide and seek with them... But you're really determined not to loose

Not your fault that you're good at their game

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

A/n: an idea... Hehe enjoy

Oh btw, I think this will have a few endings... I'll post them separately but will try to link them once they're up. Hope you enjoy:)

Tw: mentions of reader being eaten, fear, some dark themes maybe, being chased, Harlequin being Harlequin, slight mentions of explicit things

Disclaimer: This is a work based on an 18+ visual novel, and even though there is not much explicit content here, it is not intended for those underage

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

"Looks like our little pet is getting agitated" Jester mused after yet again you tried to sneak out of the circus.

"You know, dear guest, this was unnecessary and out of line..."

"This is dumb. I'm allowed to leave the tents. I've left before"

"Not without informing us first" Ticket Taker says. What you hear is 'not without permission'.

"Darling, you know how easy it is to kidnap people," Jester's tone carries slight notes of mockery.

You sigh, "Seeing as I am practically kidnapped by all of you right now... Yeah, I do"

"We just worry for your safety, My Lady" Pierrot's head rests on your shoulder, so you have to turn to grab his face in your hands. A light blush coats his cheeks at your action.

"As much as I love you, Pierrot, and as much as I want to believe it, I'm afraid you're the only one who is actively concerned for my safety in this case. The others... just really like telling me 'no', for some reason"

That earns a chuckle from Jester.

The Doctor cocks his head to the side: "It is hardly our fault your reactions to refusal are so... intriguing. Ranging from bickering and giving a cold shoulder to outright disregarding whatever we say."

"Is that so? Maybe I should add rearranging your supplies to the range... Or running away from the circus and getting married in Vegas?" You cross your arms and pout, feeling even more outraged when Doctor takes out a notebook and jots something down.

"Perhaps your energy should be redirected elsewhere... How about a game, darling?"

"A game? What, like hide and seek?"

"Could be hide and seek"

★☆★

"You'll have an hour to hide... Anywhere, wherever you desire"

You bite your tongue tempted to ask if you could buy a plane ticket and leave the country in that one hour... If you timed it right and was very lucky you'd probably manage it.

"Once the time is up we begin our hunt"

"Weird word choice," you mumble

Their smiles widen.

"Be assured dear, this word choice is intentional" Harlequin leans into your personal space, curling a loose strand of your hair around his finger. He's making it hard to focus.

"Alright... And once you capture me..."

"Once you're caught... You're at the complete mercy of your captor"

"What?" This sounds absurd, so it takes for Jester to reiterate it, for it to trully sink in.

"Once you are caught... We'll do as we please"

"Oh..." You stare at your feet for a few seconds

They all wait patiently for you to say something else.

"Did- did you have dinner tonight? You're... Not hungry are you?"

It takes them a moment to process your question, before they laugh.

"Your worried face is adorable"

"There are different types of hunger, dear... And I'm already starved for you" Harlequin runs his fingers down the side of your face and stops at your pulse point. He presses lightly to feel it beneath his fingers

"My Lady, don't take him seriously, we won't eat you"

"Thanks..."

"It would do you well to remember, darling, that Pierrot can only promise for himself... The night is long... Who knows how we'll feel about devouring you by the end of it..." The whole situation seems to be highly amusing to Jester.

Your eyes widened again at this.

He grins, "I merely jest"

Despite yourself you let out a giggle. It's rare to have Jester in such a good mood... He must be thoroughly enjoying the whole ordeal.

"Be assured, guest, your death would inconvenience us, we shall refrain from harming you, as long as you follow the orders"

"Leave it to Ticket Taker to validate your feelings and make you feel needed" Harlequin laughs.

You send Harlequin a small smile, before asking a question that has been bugging you for half of the conversation:

"And if you don't succeed in getting me?"

"I wouldn't worry your pretty head with that improbability. We have the entire night"

"I don't think this is very fair. You guys have a clear advantage. I mean, there's five of you... And I'm only one"

"Ah, but here's where you're mistaken, darling... We do not like to share." There was a dangerous glimmer in their eyes. You realised they would not be playing as a team... No... For this night they'd be enemies, all striving to win. And you're the prize.

They savour your expression for a moment, before Jester gives you a little shove.

"Now run along little mouse. Hide. Run. Do what you like... We already know how this ends"

His words are enough to send you sprinting out of the tent and into the night.

★☆★

That was 40 minutes ago. Now you were wandering the streets. Still 20 minutes of protected time and you were keeping a steady pace, trying to put as much distance between yourself and them as you could.

You had to silence your phone 10 minutes into the game - it was going off incessantly with messages from Harlequin - brainstorming what he'd do to you once he caught you. Apparently waiting was taking a toll on him if he decided to bombard you with such very descriptive imagery.

At the 45 minute mark your phone rings. You automatically decline. Harlequin has tried calling you 10 times in the past 10 minutes. He really is getting impatient. Apparently just texting you his fantasies isn't enough anymore.

It buzzes with a text. With a sigh you take it out, fully intent on blocking Harlequin for the duration of the night. Will it make him more vengeful if he catches you? Definitely. But at this point you're willing to take your chances. Besides. Him catching you is only a 1 in 5 probability.

There are worse candidates to piss off. Like Jester.

The text is from Ticket Taker. Brief and to the point:

"It would do you well not to decline Jester's calls next time, doll. You wouldn't want to anger the one who could hold your fate in his claws by the end of the night..."

Ah... Guess you jinxed it.

You try dialing Jester again a few times. But apparently he's taking pleasure in declining your calls after you declined his. Great.

Instead, you call Ticket Taker. He picks up, bit it's Jester who speaks, "Darling, learn to pick up your phone. You have it for a reason"

"Sorry...I thought it was-"

"I'm aware. Which is why I'll let this one slide"

"Really?"

"No" there is laughter and mirth in his voice, "I'll consider it. The events of the night can sway my opinion," he muses, "speaking of...There is a slight change in rules"

"Midgame?"

"Yes. We'll start our hunt a bit early"

"How early?"

"Now"

"What? But- that's not-" you sputter.

"Unfortunately your lack of engagement made Harlequin really impatient. He has already started. And we can't have him get an advantage, can we? Besides... Pierrot is not taking the wait well, especially now that Harlequin is out and about"

"Of fucking course it was Harlequin" you mutter.

"I wouldn't waste your breath on curses, darling, now, run along, don't make the chase end too soon... Make it interesting"

★☆★

By the third hour you get an inkling that perhaps this was never meant to be a simple game. Perhaps they treated it as more of an elaborate foreplay than an actual competition. Perhaps you were meant to let them catch you. You debate searching for one of them. But quickly brush the idea aside. Then you debate calling Jester or Ticket Taker... Probably not Harlequin... To ask for clarifications... But you can easily imagine how that conversation would go:

"Hi, I'm a bit dense. Was this meant to be foreplay or something?"

No... You are not ready for that type of humiliation yet.

Besides. You've already made up your mind. You would really love to see their faces at dawn. After you have successfully evaded capture. You can practically taste the sweet flavour of victory... Oh that would be just marvelous... Simply exhilarating. The mere thought of beating those monsters at a game you were never meant to win fills you with adrenaline and it's all you need to keep going...

You always had a bit of a competitive streak. It made everything that much more fun...

★☆★

Four hours in and you get a call from Pierrot. You contemplate letting it go to voicemail, but begrudgingly pick up. He tends to worry more than necessary. And while it's endearing... It's probably not great for his state.

Besides, he should not suffer just because Harlequin annoyed you into not picking up calls (that already happened with Jester and you had no interest in expanding the list of people you ghosted).

"My Lady? Are you alright?" His tone is laced with concern, making your heart swell.

"Of course I am, why? Should I... Not be... Alright?" You laugh nervously.

"We haven't caught you yet, I thought something happened to you."

"Oh Pierrot, I promise I'm alright. I'm just really good at running and hiding."

"You are, My Lady, but I'd prefer you didn't. At least not from me. I miss you already."

"I promise, once the game is over, I'll give you as many cuddles as you want, deal?"

"But My Lady, you could tell me where you are now... And we wouldn't have to wait," he sounds so convincing you're tempted to give in.

You chuckle, "But Pierrot, that's probably against the rules"

You can sense him pouting through the phone. You're about to say something more comforting, when you notice a looming presence out of the corner of your eye. Instead, you say:

"Pierrot? I gotta go, unless you want me caught by someone else"

You turn towards the figure, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. Tall, broad shoulders. Would be very very intimidating if you didn't know him as well as you do, and even now in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight, he still sends shivers down your spine.

"Hey," you try for a casual greeting. You did not expect to be caught so quickly.

He nods in acknowledgement, his soft steps resonate quietly on the ground as he approaches slowly.

"Your little escapade is about to be terminated"

"Interesting hypothesis, I'd love to disproove it"

"I'm afraid you don't have a chance, sweetie, I do not like leaving my patients unattended for a long time" he smiles and approaches you, there is soft fondness in his demeanour, which goes in dissonance with his menacing figure.

"Ah, but tonight I'm more of a riveting experiment, you must agree... And experiments are not to be interfered with"

"I've had enough impartial observations for tonight, dear, I would like to move on to a more hands-on approach"

"How did you track me down?" You try to prolong the conversation, giving yourself precious seconds to find a way out. You can't have this end so soon.

"You will be disappointed, sweetheart, pure chance... Or perhaps good intuition of what my patient likes"

You hum noncomitally, a plan already half-formed in your head. It's only fair you use any and every means of escape you have, you reason. Especially considering you're not caught, yet...

Jester told you to make it interesting... And you will...

You begin your motion, careful not to alert him. Though you're already certain he clocked in that you're up to something.

"You do know me pretty well..."

In fact, you have an inkling he even knows what you're about to do... In vague details... But is letting you proceed, curious to where it may lead...

"Well enough to know you do not intend to give in so easily... Tell me, why is that?"

"A secret," you grin.

"You must be mistaken, sweetheart, a patient does not have secrets from their Doctor... I am disappointed my favourite one would forget such an important rule"

"That's fair... I suppose I just enjoy the thrill and the taste of freedom.. or maybe I just want to win."

The lights right ahead signal the approaching bus, you pay it no mind, afraid even a flicker of eyes in that direction might betray your intentions. No, until the very last moment you will not look.

"You look mesmerising... When your heart pounds in your chest and adrenaline courses through your veins," he observes, "It is a good look on you"

The bus stops.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I think I might have to reschedule my appointment," you say before making a mad dash for the already closing doors.

He watches the bus drive off with an almost fond smile. He was always one of the most lenient towards you, somehow.

You get a text message:

"Of course, sweetheart, the Doctor always wants what's best for their patient. But I do hope to rendezvous with you tonight once more... Perhaps you won't run off the next time"

You grin. His response makes your heart beat just a bit faster. That and how he always manages to clock in your every mood and craving - much how right now you absolutely need to continue the game (and to win, of course)

★☆★

You halt at the train station to catch your breath. The lit up sign says the next one out of town is in 10 minutes. Of course you weren't planning on leaving. That's not the point of the game. Which by the way, has really grown on you. But it was a very good opportunity to tease your favourite monsters.

You take a photo, posing where they could see the sign and the ticket purchasing machine.

And scramble to get some distance between yourself and the station before sending it to the group chat.

You: Jester told me to keep it interesting and the prices are low enough... Is that entertaining enough for you?

Pierrot: My Lady?

Jester: I didn't take you for such a fool as to give us a beacon of your location

Doctor: Such an unpredictable subject...

Ticket Taker: An inconvenience is more accurate. I told you she'd pull a stupid stunt like this

Harlequn's was the most concerning. It came a minute after the others and was a photo of the very station with a caption "Nowhere left to run... Since you can't escape anyway, you might as well review the texts I sent you while waiting"

Such a cocky text. It deserves an equally arrogant response:

You: dumbass. You'd think I'd send you a pic from my actual location? Try again:)

★☆★

The forest was a stupid idea after all... You'd think that they all would stick to the city... The actual place you'd most likely to be at... But somehow, Harlequin and you had both ended up in the forest. In the exact same spot. Cool...

His eyes glimmer a menacing green in the dark, like two emeralds. You take a step back, contemplating whether running back was still on the table. Probably not anymore... His agility was something to be envious of.

"Looks like I win, and I'm here to claim my prize"

You purse your lips.

"Technically, you still didn't catch me." You state stubbornly.

"Really? You still insist on not loosing? Hah... Let's wrap this up quickly and get to the fun part, what do you say, hm? What would you count as me catching you?"

If you were going to loose, you might as well make the loss fun for yourself, "You'd probably have to pin me down or wrap your arms around me."

His grin widens, "Oh how I love when you get so bold, my dear," he takes a slow deliberate step towards you, savouring the moment, no doubt, "Let's not make a technicality halt us then."

Neither of you get a chance to get much further, as Harlequin gets struck in the shoulder by a dagger. You yelp in surprise and look around in alarm before spotting a grim looking Pierrot. And he has at least a few more daggers on hand.

"Pierrot... Right on cue to ruin the moment... If I felt more charitable I'd have suggested you join in, but I don't share"

Before you can so much as blink Pierrot is on Harlequin. They merge into a blur of taunts and fists and maybe knives.

You take a tentative step back. They don't notice - too engrossed.

"I'll uh... Leave you guys to it" you give the two fighting figures a thumbs up before running out of the forest.

Technicalities fucking matter

★☆★

You halted only for a few minutes, to catch your breath, and on a rooftop, no less. How in hell did Ticket Taker manage to find you that quickly... You would never comprehend it.

He stood, hands behind his back, calmly surveying as you desperately intake the cold night air. Your whole body felt heavy and tired, so your rather less than graceful leaning on the railing could be excused. It took you embarrassingly longer than it should have to spot him. In fact, you only noticed his presence once he placed his jacket over your shoulders.

The sudden grounding heaviness of it startled you. Your legs almost gave out under you.

It was stupid to think you'd get even a few minutes of a reprieve. With shaking arms you pushed yourself from the railing, stumbling, but ready to run at a moment's notice, he nodded in acknowledgement.

"I wouldn't do that, dearest"

You frown, "Of course you wouldn't want me to start running. I'm easier to catch if I don't"

"You look too tired to even make it down the stairs. It would be advisable to rest"

You heart was still pounding in your chest - undecided whether from all the running, the jumpscare he gave you or from having his jacket over your shoulders, while he stood mere centimetres away from you.

He surveyed the night city, while you were still catching your breath. Now that the adrenaline and the constant anxious pounding in your skull over getting caught subsided, you were immensely grateful for his jacket. Only now did you notice how chilly the air was and how absolutely frozen you felt. You huddled the jacket tighter around your frame.

He glanced at his pocket watch, "Rest time is over. Now, we shall proceed with what I have planned for this eventuality" his lips stretched into a smile, as his gloved hand reached towards you.

Before he could touch you, you pushed off the railing, taking a few steps back.

"Tsk. Didn't I tell you that obedience looks better on you? I shall be disappointed if we waste precious time here because of you"

You were eyeing the exits, your mind running ten miles a second, coming up with escape plans and routes. But help and an opportunity of escape came from the least expected source.

"No need for such haste, Bil," a dark hand fell on Ticket Taker's shoulder. He seemed startled at it and at the silky words of the speaker.

You were already inching yourself towards the exit. Jester crossed the distance, halting your escape and blocking you from Ticket Taker with one arm.

"Jester? I thought we were above such petty squabbles, unlike certain other members of the troupe"

"Rest assured, dear friend, we are. Unfortunately, those very members of the troupe left quite a mess. It must be dealt with."

You take your chances where you can:

"Nice move, Jester, send him away to deal with the mess to have your way with me unobstructed"

Jester narrowed his eyes at you, but snapped his attention back to Ticket Taker:

"Really now, Jester? The girl was mine... And I do not appreciate my schedule being interfered with"

You leave them to discuss it alone. It'll buy you a minute tops - they really are above petty squabbles and can easily spot your attempts to sow discord... But you'll take what you can get... Besides, a busy street is right around here somewhere. Getting lost in the crowd is exactly what you need right now...

You feel two pairs of eyes burn into your back as you disappear amongst strangers and street lights.

★☆★

The two figures on the rooftop sighed at your departure into the night. The taller one clad in dark purple turned to the other:

"I didnt expect her to be so stubborn in her escape. One could think she'd be smart enough to recognise this game for what it is."

A beat of silence.

"You don't think she truly believes we'd devour her? She should know by now that we have no such inclinations towards her"

"Hmm, our inclinations towards her are..." Jester gestured vaguely, searching for a word, before settling on: "Different. That is true..."

"Perhaps your attempt at humour earlier frightened her" Ticket Taker ponders, a quiet jab at his friend

"I think we have simply miscalculated."

"Miscalculated? You?" There is incredulity in his tone

"Our darling Y/n is a bit more clueless and has a far deeper competitive streak than I imagined... Still, makes the victory that much more sweeter."

★☆★

You shivered as the sky slowly turned from midnight to a dark violet, soon to be rosy with sunrise. The jacket Ticket Taker so courteously lent you - what a gentleman - provided meager warmth as you huddled it tighter around you. You walked the empty streets, briefly wondering if the monsters have given up on finding you.

You shoot them a quick "given up yet?" text and see 5 typing bubbles. A few second later you receive your responses:

"Of course not, My Lady" - Pierrot, ever so sweet.

"No, but you should... If you let me get you now, I promise to be merciful~" - Harlequin, the flirt he is...

"Fascinating confidence for someone right within my reach" - Jester, his mysterious and thinly veiled threats that sent your heart racing just like his compliments and affection did. He truly had a way with words.

"No. I have quite a lot in mind I want to do which would require your assistance" - Doctor, ever so blunt, so forward with his intentions

"You have already taken more time out of our schedule than you ought to. Let's not prolong the inevitable, dearest. Now, be a good girl" - Ticket Taker, he can be so uptight... But just as charming when he wants to be

They were persistent. And you've had a lot of close run-ins throughout the night. They remained ever so determined to get you.

You smile softly at the memories. You are rather fond of them. Perhaps fondness is too weak of a word... With the cool night air and sky the colour of violets another word burrows it's way into your mind - Love. It startles you slightly... But settles in so naturally in your mind you can't refute it.

The game is coming to a closure. A shame. It was fun... It would be nice to maybe watch the sunset rise on some rooftop and then show up to the circus beaming with victory. Or maybe it would be more fun to... Let one of them catch you... After all, it's not a complete loss for you if you let them. And there just might be one who really deserves a win...

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

A/n: let me know what you think and I'll start on some of the endings... Soon... Yeah

Endings:

Pierrot

Ticket Taker

[ponchig]

lost the motivation to go online and draw but then he showed up

- currently interested in a certain green clown…

[rewrittenimagines]

Gwylan and Possession

Spoilers for DOL Gwylan Route. Read at your own risk

I do think Gwylan loves the PC at the end of his content for now. His interest at 100 will turn into Love on Dol Vanilla, he gets super affectionate, and it changes from wanting to do the ritual to just wanting to mate with you.

I just think that love isn't the one most people are thinking of. Where he respects your boundaries and is a true pure love where he loves you like a person. The way Robin or Sydney love the PC is not the same way Gwylan does.

Even pushing aside the forced petplay he drops in the PC's lap, It's not really an master and pet relationship fully to me. I would call it a witch and their favorite treasure.

I want to really focus on their confession scene because it really sets the tone for how Gwylan loves you and sees you this whole time.

This is from reddit because I can't pull it from my own save and I didn't screenshot at the time. Evil work that the Scene Viewer doesn't have this.

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Everything in his shop reminds him of something, someone. Memories long past, of the lives he used to be before being Gwylan. Take the Chain Tunic for example, the one belonging to Fayne.

This screenshot is from another save of mine.

Deadly protective and really attached to it, the only thing reminding them of Fayne. I can't help but think, the PC is like that for them.

"You're a treasure I can't have" A treasure that walks and has a mind of it's own. A treasure that can just disappear in the corruption of this town one day and he won't hear from you. He makes it clear that he worries about missing you, telling you in the cafe that if you ever disappear, he would dearly miss you.

Now, he also says that he doesn't actually love you. I would say his yearning isn't high enough. Multiple times in his route, it seems that he is actively holding himself back.

From the kiss scene where he kisses back, to how he keeps going to hold your hand but to pull away, or that he longs to sink you deeper into his hypnosis. His yearning is him slowly falling in love with you, unable to hold himself back at some point.

To the point where he starts kissing your cheek and you many times, becoming more affectionate the longer this goes. I still think he views you as a treasure though, judging by how he just ignores your consent and your identity as a person.

At highest yearning, he ignores your freedom, something that he was worry about at the start of it. He puts a collar on you, that lets him go to you whenever he wants, that shocks anyone that tries to take it off, that marks you as his.

His treasure that he can now take anytime, no matter how far they go. His to keep and own no matter what they think or want.

I like to add that with Harpy players, that Gwylan can request that he personally preen your wings. When you do, you get this trait.

Hmm..Preening a bird so thoroughly that they can't fly away from you. Many thoughts on you, Gwylan.

He also calls you the nickname Canary, a bird people tend to know as ones who sings in mines. When it stops singing, poison gas would be in the mines.

I wonder, who would be the poison in this scenario then.

One more thing, about Fayne and Nona. In Ending S, Nona actually returns Fayne's affections and is taken away by him. He takes care of them the rest of their lives, making Nona gain the Stockholm Syndrome Trait with him.

Nona gets this trait because well, her body is all fucked up and she needs someone to take care of it until she can get a new one. Also you need to be very, very dedicated to her. You need to put flowers in her hair, wash it, get her robes, save her, and make a deal with the Ivory Wraith.

Fayne has to care for her, more then any other route and dedicated his life to her, devoted in a way.

Like the PC is for Gwylan.

Devoted to their witch, only feeling whole when they are with them. Like a cycle repeating itself.

But this time, the witch's body is healthy and whole, with a collar and leash on the gaoler.

I wonder, if the PC ever got into a soft bad ending with such high yearning, with Gwylan having such a tight hold on them, and they disappear for a while...

What would Gwylan do?