hey gang… how many new intro posts can one hoe make…
anyway hi! i’m littlecharmingenvy, or just envy is fine! i use he/him pronouns, im 21, and i mostly write on here! i do have a tiktok where i post some art stuff, and an ao3 account too (both under the same username xoxo).
Masterlist for u guys xoxo
the fandoms i’m into change a lot, but i reallyyyy need to get into writing consistently so… :P
rn i’m reallyyyyyy into The Freak Circus so expect a lot of stuff about that. i’m also into jjk, TADC (tho idk if i’ll write for that yet or not…), and maybe some oc blurbs if im feeling it.
my requests are closed for now, but will reopen in the future! i mostly write smut or headcannons, but i’ll really write anything (that’s not incest, heavy gore, or anything with a minor… gross) (also nothing heavily gross like scat or just straight up torture. not my thing personally) (honestly tho i’ll write a lot so just try me lowkey)
what to expect from my writing:
•dubcon, especially my yandere type stuff
•uhh my pet play kink slowly bleeds into everything i write. sry
•explicitly AFAB reader most of the time unless i get really inspired or requested. i’m a trans man so. yeah
•for pronouns and pet names and stuff, generally gender neutral reader, but sometimes trans male reader!
yeah. i think that’s it. i tag most of my stuff pretty well (i hope) so anything triggering i’ll put in tags! and if i ever forget something or there’s something that needs to be tagged that i didn’t think of lmk!
now, envy fun facts
envy ain’t my real name (that’d be cool, but i chose a basic ass white guy name unfortunately. but also like, i want a job and i don’t want them finding my tumblr so. envy on here). trans man, on t for about two years (yippee!). i’m in college and im majoring in biomed science so... yayyy... i’m helpol! might work that into a fic someday, idk. cute idea at least. i’m a huge extrovert so always feel free to message me a fic idea/request or just to say hi or if you need help naming a pet or what you ate for lunch!
TLDR: i write smut. triggers will be tagged. im a grown adult so MDNI pls.
— jester x gn! reader (𝓌𝒸: 3.9k) (𝒾𝓃𝓅𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔: "wine pon you" by doja cat)
𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈: sex ambiguous · smut · clothed sex · begging · brat taming · breathplay · collar play · consensual non-consent (CNC) · discipline · humiliation · orgasm denial · pet play · slave/pet training · brainwashing · kidnapping/abduction · dirty talk.
𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Somehow, lost in the shadows of circus, caught in the grip of a massive purple monster who decided you were his to keep.
Jester got you trapped. He's got you breathless while humming that song again—one that makes you want to move, to roll, to wine. He's going to make you beg. He's going to make you squirm. And by the time he's done, you'll be wining on him like your life depends on it. It might.
You hadn't meant to end up here.
Really, you hadn't because It had started with a wrong turn—one of those stupid, reckless decisions that felt like a good idea at the time.
The kind that made you think "what's the worst that could happen?" right before the universe decided to show you exactly what the worst that could happen looked like.
The streets had twisted in on themselves, familiar landmarks dissolving into unfamiliar shadows. The carnival lights that had once seemed so warm and inviting from a distance now flickered with something that felt distinctly hungry.
And then there was the matter of the tall, purple-horned figure who had simply... appeared. One moment you were lost. The next, you were found.
And found was a generous word for it, really.
Jester had found you stumbling through the backlot of the Circus, looking like a particularly lost lamb that had wandered into the wrong pasture.
His massive frame had blocked out the moonlight, casting you in deep purple shadow. His neon purple eyes had regarded you with the kind of clinical interest a zookeeper might give to an escaped penguin.
"Troublesome little thing," he'd murmured, more to himself than to you. "Pierrot will be insufferable if I let you wander off and get yourself eaten."
And then he'd snapped a leash on you.
A beautiful, elegant thing of deep purple leather that glowed faintly with an inner luminescence. It had materialized around your neck before you could even protest, the collar settling against your throat like a question you weren't sure you wanted to answer.
"Just until we figure out what to do with you," he'd said, as if that made it better.
That had been three days ago.
Three days of being Jester's... what, exactly?
Pet seemed too harsh. Guest seemed too generous.
Whatever it was, he hadn't been cruel, exactly. Jester wasn't cruel in the way Harlequin could be cruel—sharp-toothed and mocking. No, the Jester's brand of control was far more insidious.
It was more of a quiet authority of someone who had been in charge for so long that the very concept of being challenged had become foreign to him.
He let you sleep in a small room attached to his quarters—cozy, comfortable, and absolutely, definitively locked from the outside. He brought you meals that were surprisingly good, though he never sat with you while you ate. He spoke to you in riddles and metaphors, testing your intelligence the way one might test a new piece of equipment.
And every morning, without fail, he would attach that purple leash to your collar and take you for a walk.
Yes, a walk, close like a dog.
The first time, you'd been too stunned to protest. The second time, you'd tried to argue, and he'd simply looked at you with those ancient, patient eyes until you'd run out of words.
"You are in my circus now, little one," he'd said, his voice deep and resonant. "You will follow my rules. This is not a negotiation."
And so you'd walked, filling all the embarrassment how you ended up in this situation.
But today was different.
Today, the Jester had been... off. Distracted. Instead of taking you on your usual circuit around the grounds, he'd led you into his private study, which was a vast, cavernous space filled with books that seemed to breathe and artifacts that hummed though.
He'd settled into his massive chair—a throne, really—and produced a book from seemingly nowhere. Old leather, gold leaf, the kind of thing that looked like it would crumble to dust if you breathed on it wrong.
And then he'd attached your leash to his wrist and promptly forgotten about you.
You'd sat there for an hour. Then two, which turned into three. All Jester did was read, utterly absorbed, occasionally making low sounds of appreciation or displeasure as he turned pages. The neon purple glow of his eyes occasionally reflecting whatever text he was devouring.
And you? You'd been forced to sit at his feet like some kind of—well, like exactly what you were, apparently.
A little human that had wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time.
But eventually, your legs had started to cramp.
You'd moved around a bit. Stretched. Even tried to find a more comfortable position.
And then, in a moment of pure, reckless impulse, you'd decided that if you were going to be stuck here, you might as well make yourself comfortable. You'd crawled forward, positioning yourself right next to him on the blanket, using his massive frame as a backrest.
Jester hadn't even looked up.
He'd just continued reading, one massive hand occasionally reaching back to absently pat your head like you were a particularly well-behaved cat as he let out a low hum of his own voice.
Right, he was humming.
It was a slow tune—something that seemed to pulse with an almost physical weight. You couldn't place it exactly, but there was something about the melody that made your hips want to move. The kind of heat that made you forget your own name.
"Mm-mm-mm," he hummed, the sound vibrating through his massive chest and into your back where you rested against him. "Mm-mm-mm..."
The book in his hands was old with pages that glowed faintly gold and text that seemed to shift when you looked at it too long. His eyes traced the words slowly, savoringly, as if he were tasting them.
You caught a glimpse of the title as he turned a page:
"The Garden of Earthly Delights: A Study of Sensual Transcendence" from what you can gather, it looks like the text exploring the intersection of physical pleasure and spiritual awakening, filled with illustrations that seemed to move at the edge of your vision.
Jester's voice broke through your observation.
"You've been remarkably patient, little one," he murmured, his eyes still fixed on the page. "Most humans would have complained by now. Begged for entertainment. Made themselves troublesome."
He turned another page, the sound crisp. "But you? You simply... wait. You observe. You adapt."
A pause. His hand reached back again, fingers brushing through your hair with surprising gentleness.
"It's almost endearing."
You felt the warmth of his palm against your scalp, the weight of his attention even though he wasn't looking at you. It made something flutter in your chest—something you didn't want to examine too closely.
"Would you like to join me properly?"
The question caught you off guard. You blinked, staring at the back of his massive head, at the elegant curve of his horns.
"I—"
"The blanket is large enough for two," he continued, as if you hadn't spoken. "And I find myself... curious. About how you might react to certain passages."
He shifted just a bit, creating space beside him on the soft fabric. His eyes finally left the book, turning to look at you over his shoulder. The purple glow in them was softer now, less analytical and more... inviting.
"Come. Lie beside me. I'll read to you."
It wasn't a command. Not quite. But it also wasn't really a question.
Your throat felt dry. "Read to me?"
"Mm." He turned back to the book, his massive frame settling more comfortably into the blanket. "There is a chapter here, called the dance of durrender, that I believe you might find... instructive."
His voice dropped lower, taking on a quality that made your stomach flip. "It speaks of the power in letting go. In allowing rhythm to move through you without resistance. In trusting the one who guides your steps."
The leash around your wrist gave a gentle tug—not demanding, just... reminding. Reminding you that it was there. That he was there. That you were connected.
"What do you say, little one?"
Jester's voice was patient, almost warm. The kind of patience that came from someone who had all the time in the world.
"Shall we see what you might learn?"
Your throat felt dry. You opened your mouth to respond—to say yes, to say no, to say something—
But the word that came out was: "No."
Jester's expression didn't change. Not at first. Then slowly he closed the book. "No?" His voice was calm and a hint of angerous. "You would refuse me, little one?"
You swallowed hard. The leash around your wrist suddenly felt heavier, "I... I didn't..."
But the Jester was already moving.
You didn't recall exactly how long you were stuck there. Time had a way of stretching and warping around him, like the air itself was thicker in his presence.
But you remembered the moment when his massive frame turned, when his weight began to settle over you like a mountain slowly deciding to rest.
The Jester's body pressed down on yours, and the world narrowed to the feeling of being crushed.
He was enormous—there was no other word for it. His chest was broad, his shoulders wide, and when he settled his weight onto you, it felt like the entire circus had collapsed on top of your lungs.
You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move.
You could barely think.
The panic that should have surged was muted, muffled by the steady pace of his breathing, the slow hum that still vibrated through his chest and into yours. It was like being wrapped in a blanket made of stone—immovable, inescapable, and somehow, impossibly, safe.
He wasn't putting all of his weight on you.
You could tell that much. There was a subtle shift in his posture, a careful distribution of mass that kept you from being truly flattened. But it was close enough to feel like you were being pressed into the blanket by a living monument.
Close enough to make your heart race.
Close enough to make your hips twitch.
Jester's massive hand, the one that had been holding the book, lifted to prop up his head. The motion caused the leash in his grip to tighten against your throat, a gentle pressure that reminded you exactly how connected you were.
He was muttering to himself, his voice a low rumble you couldn't quite make out. Words about the book, about the illustrations, about something he'd found "particularly inspired."
Then he paused. "Hm." that hum alone vibrated through both of you. "Look at that..." His head tilted down, and you felt his eyes on you for the first time in hours.
"I almost forgot you were there, little mouse.”
A grin spread across his features. It was the kind of smile that made your stomach flip and your thighs press together. "How curious."
He shifted around, adjusting his weight, and you felt the pressure of his body against yours change. He wasn't just lying on you anymore, more like settling.
"I wondered why I was so toasty," he mused, his voice dropping to a register that made your skin prickle. "I thought perhaps the blanket was warmer than usual. But no." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "It was you, little one. All this time. Warming me with that soft little body of yours."
You couldn't breathe. Still couldn't think nor form words, trying your best to keep the limited air inside you.
Jester's grin widened.
"You said no to me," he continued, his voice almost conversational. "I remember that. I was going to read to you. Offer you something beautiful."He shifted again, his upper body lowering, his weight pressing down even more firmly.
"But you refused."
Then Jester's arms crossed in front of you, his massive forearms pressing against the blanket on either side of your head. "So perhaps," he murmured, his hips settling against yours, "I should use one of the other methods I read about."
His lower body pressed into you, and you felt it—the unmistakable pressure of him grinding against you, slow and teasing.
A dry hump, if you could call it.
Jester's grin was still there, but his eyes had gone neon purple to a subtle glow, filled with hunger.
"Let's see how long that 'no' lasts, shall we?"
He rolled his hips against yours, the friction of fabric against fabric sending sparks of sensation through your entire body. The weight of him, just the crushing weight of him has pinned you in place, making every movement feel like a wave crashing against stone.
"Tell me," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "do you like being trapped like this, little one?"
Another roll of his hips, harder this time.
"Do you like being pressed into the blanket, unable to move?" His mouth found your ear again, his breath hot against your skin.
"Do you like knowing that you can't get away from me?"
Your body was already responding, your hips twitching against his, your breath coming in shallow gasps.
"I..."
"What was that?" He pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. The purple glow in his gaze was bright now, almost blinding.
"I didn't quite catch that, little one. Speak up."
"I like it," you whispered, the words escaping before you could stop them.
Jester's grin widened. "Good."
His hips ground against yours again, and this time, there was no mistaking the intent behind the motion. He was teasing you. Testing you. Playing with you.
"You've been such a good little pet," he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost reverent. "So patient. So well-behaved." His hand found your throat, his fingers curling around the collar. Not tight enough to cut off your air but present enough.
"I think it's time you learned what happens when you say no to me, little one." His hips rolled against yours, and you felt the pressure building in your core, the heat spreading through your body.
"I'm going to take you apart, pet." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. And you're going to thank me for it."
Another roll of his hips, and you felt your resolve crumbling.
"You're going to beg for it, aren't you?"
The Jester's body moved against yours, slow and deliberate, each roll of his hips sending waves of sensation through your trapped form. The weight of him was everything—crushing, inescapable, very much maddening.
You could feel every inch of him pressed against you, the heat of his massive frame seeping through the layers of clothing that separated you.
"You feel that, little one?" His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through his chest and into yours. "That desperate little twitch of your hips? That's your body begging for something your mouth won't say."
He ground against you harder, and a broken sound escaped your lips—something between a gasp and a whimper.
"There it is." The Jester's grin was audible in his voice. "That's the sound I wanted to hear."
His hips pulled back, then pressed forward again, the friction of fabric against fabric sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body. You could feel yourself growing wetter, the heat pooling between your thighs, the desperate need for more building with every passing second.
"Tell me, pet," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, "do you know what I was reading about?"
You shook your head, unable to form words.
"The dance of surrender," he continued, his voice taking on a lecturing tone that was somehow even more arousing. "It's a chapter about letting go. About trusting the one who guides you. About allowing yourself to be moved."
His hips rolled against yours, slow and deliberate.
"I think you could learn a lot from that chapter, little one. I think you're desperate to learn from it."
Another roll of his hips, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge—that precipice where pleasure becomes almost unbearable, where release feels so close you can taste it—
And then he stopped.
Jester pulled back, his hips stilling against yours, and you let out a frustrated cry.
"Oh no you don't," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "You don't get to come yet, little one. Not until you've properly asked for it." He waited, his body motionless above you, and you could feel the ache building in your core—the desperate, clawing need for something, for anything.
"Please," you whispered, the word escaping before you could stop it.
"Please what, pet?" His hand tightened on the leash, just slightly. "Use your words."
"Please... please let me come..."
Jester hummed thoughtfully, his hips pressing forward just enough to tease you. "Hm. That's a start." Another grind, slow and torturous. "But I think you can do better than that."
His free hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The purple glow of his eyes was bright, almost blinding, and his expression was one of pure, patient hunger.
"I want you to tell me exactly what you want, little one. Every detail. And I want you to beg for it."
He rolled his hips again, and you felt yourself crumbling.
"I want..." You swallowed hard, your face burning with humiliation. "I want you to make me come. Please. I need it. I need..."
His hand tightened on the leash, and the pressure against your throat intensified. Not enough to cut off your air—not yet—but enough to make you feel it. To make you know that you were his.
"I need..." Your voice came out in a gasp, the words tumbling out of you like water breaking through a dam. "I need you to keep moving. I need to feel you grinding against me. I need... I need to come so badly it hurts—"
"Mm." Jester's hips began to move again, slow and torturous, grinding against you with a rhythm that made your eyes roll back. "That's better. That's my good little pet."
His weight shifted, pressing down harder, and you could feel the pressure building again—that desperate, aching need for release—
"But I don't think you're quite there yet," he murmured, his voice almost conversational. "I think you need a little more... persuasion."
His hand tightened on the leash.
The pressure around your throat increased, just enough to restrict your airflow, and the sudden lack of oxygen made everything sharper—the feeling of his hips grinding against you, the weight of his body pressing you down, the desperate ache in your core.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice sounding distant through the haze of sensation. "Feel that, little one? That's you losing control. That's you falling apart for me."
His hips ground against you harder, faster, and you could feel yourself spiraling toward the edge—
"Not yet," he said, his voice sharp, and he pulled back again.
The leash loosened, and you gasped for air, your body trembling with frustration and need.
"Please," you begged, the word torn from your throat. "Please, I can't—I need—"
"You can," Jester said, his voice patient but firm. "You will. But first, I want to hear you say exactly what I want to hear."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.
"I want you to tell me whose pet you are." The humiliation alone burned through you, hot and shameful and achingly arousing.
"I'm... I'm yours," you whispered.
"Louder."
"I'm yours!" you said, your voice stronger this time.
"And what do my pets do?" His hips ground against you slowly, a reminder of what was waiting for you.
"They... they obey," you gasped. "They ask nicely for what they want."
"Good pet." Jester's voice was warm with approval, and the praise made something bloom in your chest. "Now tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
Your face burned, but the words came anyway—spilling out of you like a confession.
"I want you to keep grinding against me. I want to feel you pressing me into the blanket. I want you to take me apart until I can't think straight. I want—I need you to let me come. Please, please let me come—"
Jester's laugh was low and dark, vibrating through both of you. "There it is," he murmured.
"That's what I wanted to hear."
He began to move again, his hips grinding against yours with a rhythm that was faster now, harder, more demanding. The pressure in your core built almost immediately, the desperate need for release clawing at your insides.
"I want you to remember this moment, little one," he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost reverent. "I want you to remember the feeling of being crushed beneath me. The feeling of having no control. The feeling of giving yourself to me completely."
His hand tightened on the leash, and the pressure against your throat intensified—just enough to make the edges of your vision go hazy, just enough to make every sensation feel like it was amplified a hundred times over.
The friction of his hips against yours was everything—the way his body moved against yours, the way he pressed you into the blanket, the way he controlled every aspect of this moment.
"You're mine," he murmured, the words a hot breath against your skin. "All of you. Every twitch, every gasp, every desperate little whimper. You belong to me."
His hips ground against yours, harder, faster, and you could feel yourself unraveling—
"Don't come yet," he said, his voice sharp. "Not until I tell you to."
You felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pressure building to unbearable levels—
"Please," you gasped. "Please, I can't—"
"Yes you can," he said, his voice almost gentle. "You're stronger than you think, little one. Now tell me who you belong to."
"You," you gasped. "I belong to you—"
"And what do you want?"
"I want to come," you begged, the words tumbling out of you in a desperate rush. "Please, please let me come, I need it so badly, I need you to let me come, please—"
Jester's grin was the last thing you saw before the world went white. “Then come for me, pet," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Now."
The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing through your body with a force that left you gasping. The Jester's hips kept moving against yours, grinding through the aftershocks, drawing out every last moment of pleasure until you were trembling beneath him.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice soft with satisfaction. "That's my good pet."
The pressure on your throat eased, the leash loosening as Jester's hand relaxed. You gasped for air, your body still shuddering with the aftershocks of release.
"Beautiful," he said, the word almost reverent. "Absolutely beautiful."
His weight shifted, and for a moment, you thought he was going to let you up. But instead, he simply repositioned himself, settling more comfortably on top of you, his body still pressing you into the blanket.
"But we're not done yet, little one," he murmured, his voice taking on a darkly amused edge. "I told you I was going to take you apart. One orgasm is just the beginning."
His hips began to move again, slow and deliberate, and you felt the heat building once more, forming that same desperate, aching need returning with a vengeance.
"Let's see how many times you can come for me before you're too exhausted to beg," he said, his lips brushing against your ear.
"I have all night, pet. And you're not going anywhere."
♤ — 𝓉𝒻𝒸 𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
iyayadonna, all rights reserved. — ⋆˚ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ꩜ 。⋆ .ᐟ
Hi envyy!! First, I just wanted to say how much I truly appreciate your work. I often find it really hard to find a good fanfic(esp when its smut) that also captures the characters accurately, and having come across yours(the first fic I found was the pierrot puppy kink pt 2) made me feel like I was walking past the gates of heaven(இωஇ) Your fics always hit right at the mark AND more!!
Second, I just wanted to make a small request on whether your could make a fic with pierrot comforting a stressed reader? Whether there's smut in the end or not is up to you(butimsurewereboththinkingaboutit)~ But I know that making your fics take a lot of work and that you probably have some other ideas already, so no pressure!! You don't need to do it if you don't have the time~
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I hope it doesn't bother you that this message ended up pretty long, and I hope you have a great day!!
hiii!! I'm SO sorry for how long it's taken on this request, but I FINALLY have it written for you dearest (and, yes, were both thinking it >:3)!! thank you so much for the kind words, ur very sweet TwT (also, not a bother at all dw!! have a great day!!)
WARNINGS: MDNI, smut, pierrot x reader, overstimulation, we call pierrot puppy (hehe), dom reader sub pierrot but oh the tables get turned, AFAB gender neutral reader, size difference, strength difference, pierrot has a knot, pierrot shows himself under his clothes in this one!!, begging, dacryphilia mention, reader got sensory issues in this one gang, cowgirl position, uhh if I missed anything lmk!!
(also shout-out to @marstato for helping me w the plot on this one !)
WC: ~4.6k
Too much. Too much. Today had been entirely too much.
The cafe was busier than usual thanks to it being the middle of summer. Orders took longer than usual, and customers took it out on you, and thanks to Carol being… unavailable, you were working alone through the entire shift.
You tried to dab the whipped cream off of your apron as you left the store, rushing home to change clothes before any of the liquids on you dried. The walk to your apartment had never seemed so long, or so sticky, and the summer heat really didn’t help.
You trudged up the stairs, fumbling with the key in the lock for a few moments before finally getting it in, pushing open the door and slamming it behind you. You didn’t bother with the lights as you tugged at the strings tying your apron. If he wasn’t already here by now, he would be soon.
“Everything alright, my love?” came the gravelly voice of your lover, Pierrot. You sighed in the darkness, moving to toss your apron into the washing machine. There was a time his unannounced presence would startle you, but you had grown so accustomed to it, you’d be more startled if he weren’t there.
“Work,” you grunted out, not having the brain cells for any longer explanation. Luckily, Pierrot understood. You heard footsteps nearing you, the slight jingle of bells approaching until you could sense his heat just in front of you. You reached out blindly, your hands making contact with his chest. He moved to instead hold your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.
“What can I do, my love?” he asked, the concern in his voice evident.
“I need a shower,” you said, that being the only rational choice you could make. “And maybe food. But I don’t want to eat. Sleep?” Your mind was too rattled to think of a direct plan, the options bouncing around in your brain, never quite landing anywhere. You felt Pierrot’s grip tighten around yours in a comforting motion.
“Go shower, dear one. I’ll figure out the rest,” he assured. You sighed in relief.
“Thank you,” you said gratefully, already bounding towards the bathroom, turning on the overhead light on your way. It was bright, your eyes hurting as they struggled to adjust, but you’d rather deal with that than potentially tripping. You were exactly one minor inconvenience away from losing what little was left of your sanity.
Your clothes landed unceremoniously on the bathroom floor, the water heating up as you stripped. You stepped into the shower, flinching instinctively at the stark temperature difference. You stared into the stream of water blankly for a few moments, just letting the water run over you. Moving was hard. Thinking was hard. You just needed a little bit to process everything that happened that day.
After gaining some of your bearings and managing to wash yourself, you stepped out of the shower. As you grabbed your towel from the rack, you noticed it was warm, as if it had just come out of the dryer. Your clothes were gone too, and your phone was neatly laid on the bathroom counter.
You fought the smile threatening your face as you realized this was Pierrot’s doing. You still didn’t know how he managed to get through locked doors so silently, but in moments like these, you appreciated his sneaky talent. Wrapped in just your towel, you exited the bathroom, grabbing your robe hung by the bathroom door. It was warm just like the towel was, only making your love for the red clown grow. The overhead light was off as well, the room being lit by the soft, amber glow of your bedside lamp.
You had barely managed to get your robe on by the time Pierrot came in, holding a plate filled with several snacky foods. He grinned as he caught sight of you, a soft blush on his face from your simple attire.
“You seem better, my dear,” he said, relieved you weren’t as miserable as when you first walked in. You took the plate from him, setting it on your bedside table as you stood on your tip toes to press a soft kiss against his jaw.
“Still not great, but at least I’m sentient now,” you mused softly. “Thank you, Pierrot. This means a lot to me,” you thanked him earnestly. The simple words of appreciation caused warmth to bloom in his chest, his already red face growing warmer at your affection.
“Anything for you,” he smiled. “What else can I do for you? It hurts me to see you feeling so bad,” he said, the same concerned look as before in his eye again.
You thought for a moment. You still felt the incessant buzzing of overstimulation under your skin, an itch you couldn’t scratch. The loud noises of the cafe still seemed to ring in your ears, the strong smell of coffee lingering in your mind even as you tried to relax. After thinking for a few moments, you sighed.
“It’s gonna sound weird,” you prefaced, wincing slightly as you looked up at Pierrot.
“A-anything! Please, don’t worry, I would never judge you for something that would help you!” he said in a pleading tone. You nodded, pressing your lips together in slight anxiety.
“I need you to lay on me. Like, full body weight,” you said softly. His pleading tone switched to one of confusion in an instant.
“...Can I ask why, my love?” he asked hesitantly.
“It helps me regulate. It’s the pressure, the safe feeling.” You hoped your explanation made sense, at least enough to get him to give in to your will.
His eyes narrowed in slight concern as he shakily raised a hand. “I’m much larger than you, my love. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. You smiled softly.
“You won’t,” you tried to assure, though his face didn’t change from its concern, making you sigh. You stepped closer to him, holding his hands in yours as you gazed up at him with a pleading look. “Please, Pierrot? For me?”
You were his kryptonite, in every sense of the word. His concern immediately crumbled as his pupils morphed into hearts, gazing down at you like you hung the moon. “O-of course, my dear. But please, tell me if I hurt you,” he said. You nodded, grinning in victory.
You flopped onto the bed, tired of holding yourself up. Your head rested on the pillow as you laid on your tummy, waiting patiently for Pierrot’s comforting weight. He crawled over you slowly, resting his body weight over you, though he still hovered a bit. His arms and legs dwarfed yours, his torso much longer. The massive size difference between you two was obvious in this position, and you adored it.
“Harder,” you mumbled softly, a gentle haze already beginning to fill your mind. It took Pierrot a few seconds to obey, but he slowly relaxed his weight onto you, more and more until he was borderline crushing you under the full weight of him.
Just like you wanted.
You couldn’t help the sigh that left your lips at the sensory input. There was no room for your nerves to buzz with the day’s stressors, the only thing able to fit between you and Pierrot being comfortable silence, one that was broken by a soft moan you couldn’t swallow. Your mind quieted, your breathing slowed, Pierrot’s scent of baked goods and something almost metallic filling your senses.
Pierrot seemed to relax in response to your obvious comfort. He was still scared to hurt you, but he could tell this was exactly what you were asking for, and if it helped you, he would gladly be the one to do this for you. “Better, my love?” he asked anxiously, just to be sure.
“Much,” you sighed, melting into the mattress. Pierrot shifted above you for a moment, before settling, melting against your lax form.
The two of you laid like that for a long while, Pierrot keeping close attention on your every movement, trying to ensure you were comfortable. Every little shift you made, every small hitch in your breath, he latched onto, reading into it to make sure you were okay. You were more than okay. You felt so comfortable, so safe under him that you nearly fell asleep. Nearly.
Pierrot was mostly still as he laid atop you, at first. The more he listened to your breathing though, the more he felt your heartbeat, the more his body burned for you. He tried to softly move his hips, arching away from you so you didn’t feel his growing hardness, but it was impossible with how close you two were.
“You alright?” you mumbled out. Pierrot whined softly, clearly embarrassed.
“I’m fine, my love, Please, relax,” he urged, hoping you hadn’t noticed yet. Truth was, you noticed it probably before he even did, but he had a tendency to be shy about these things, so you hadn’t pointed it out.
You hummed, settling back against the bed as he tried his best to keep his hard cock from pressing into you. You were feeling much better than earlier, the previous buzzing under your skin being replaced with a different kind of energy, one that had you awfully interested in Pierrot’s distress. With a small smile, you arched your back, pushing your hips against Pierrot’s hard cock. A soft gasp left his lips, making you laugh softly into the pillow.
“You sure?” you purred out, drawing a soft whimper from him.
“You had a hard day, dear one. Please.” He wasn’t entirely sure what he was pleading for. Mercy, perhaps? Whatever it was, you ignored it.
“I’m fine now,” you replied simply, pressing your hips further against him. He let out a soft growl as his hips rocked against your ass, burying his face against your neck.
“Are you sure? R-really, I wouldn’t mind laying here with you, for as long as you’d like!” he offered, giving away his need with how breathy his voice sounded.
“I’m positive,” you replied. His breath quickened as he pulled away from you, his weight replaced with the cool air of the room.
He gently rolled you over, laying you on your back as you smiled up at him. He straddled your hips, hands trailing up your sides as your hands wound around his neck, tugging him close. “Please, my love, can I taste you?” he asked breathlessly.
Normally, you would never deny him such a request, but as he looked down at you with those big, pleading eyes of his, you found yourself craving something else from him. You trailed one hand down his chest, splaying it out over his heart, feeling the erratic beating beneath your palm. “Not tonight, honey,” you purred softly, making him whine needily. You chuckled, leaning in to speak against his ear. “I wanna ride you… will you let me do that, sweetheart?” Your lips brushed against his ear as you spoke, and you grinned as you felt a shiver run through him.
“M-my love, after the day you had..? I don’t mind taking care of you. I never mind,” he said, his voice shaky with arousal.
“Please, puppy~?” you pleaded, letting a whiny tone slip into your voice. You pushed at his chest with your hand, urging him to flip over. He obliged with a soft whimper, rolling onto his back as he pulled you up to straddle his hips.
“You know I can never deny you,” he sighed out in defeat, looking at you with those big heart eyes of his as he watched your every movement. His breath hitched in his throat as you moved a hand to the tie of your robe, tugging it slowly, teasing him as it fell open. You shrugged it off your shoulders, grinning as his hips writhed beneath you. Patience was never his strong suit, so you always took care to drag things out torturously slow, just for him.
“My good boy~” you sighed out, running your hands up his clothed torso. You tugged at the strings holding his shirt together, beginning to loosen them as he continued squirming.
“Please, don’t make me wait, my love,” he begged, his hands replacing yours as he hurriedly undid his top, nearly tearing it in his haste to remove the offending article. You ran your hands along his newly exposed torso, the lithe sinew firm beneath your fingers as you slowly traced along his silhouette. He whined, placing his hands over yours. “Please.”
“I’ve had such a hard day, puppy. C’mon, let me take my time with you,” you softly purred, one hand moving up to slowly take hold of his mask. Though you had seen him before, he was still cagey sometimes about being maskless in front of you, worried his monstrous appearance would run you off. Upon seeing no sign of reluctance, you peeled the mask from his face, adoration lighting up your eyes. “So, so pretty for me,” you praised, grinding over his hard cock. He moaned, his brow furrowing as he pouted up at you.
You raised your hips, Pierrot wasting no time in undoing his pants as you softly pulled his hat off, combing your fingers gently through his hair to rid it of any knots. His gloves joined his pants unceremoniously on the floor, finally leaving him bare and twitching beneath you, waiting for something, anything from you. “You’re such a pretty boy for me, baby. My sweet boy,” you praised, leaning down to press kisses across the inky black skin of his face, trailing from his cheeks to his snout like nose, getting the point across that you loved all of him.
You gasped softly as his hands clawed at your hips, tugging you down until his cock was rutting through your slick folds. Before you could reprimand him for being so needy, he cut you off with a soft moan.
“M-my love- you don’t know what it was doing to me to be so… close to you. I need you, so bad,” he whimpered out, continuing to rock his hips up into yours, chasing any friction he could get. You watched him for a few moments, biting back a grin as his eyes fought to stay open, drinking in the sight of you as much as he could as his hands held your hips tighter, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t.
You placed your hands over his, his movements stopping immediately despite the needy groan that tore through his throat. “Can you ask nicely, puppy? Ask me properly and I’ll give it to you,” you assured. He pressed his lips together, nodding.
“Please, ride my cock, dear one. I’ll be your good boy, I promise. Use me to make yourself feel good- use me like a toy- I promise, I’ll be so good-” he breathed out, his teeth grinding together as you palmed his throbbing cock, lining it up to your entrance.
“Good boy~” you purred out, sinking down as you allowed his tip to enter you. You had to go slow, just from the sheer size of him, but he never minded, and he never pushed for more than you could take, even when his need was burning him from the inside, driving him insane as he shook beneath you. No, he never pushed, content with the delicious torture so long as you kept looking at him like that.
He let out a shaky, pitiful moan as you slowly took him in, inch by inch, until his cock was seated entirely in your cunt. You fought to keep a steady face, but you couldn’t hide your clenched fists, your furrowed brow, the way your walls twitched around him as you struggled to adjust. Swallowing down a moan, you shakily lifted yourself up before sitting back against his cock, a sharp whine leaving his lips.
“Please, ride me- I need you to cum around me, my dear-” he whined, hips bucking up impatiently as short groans forced their way out from your lips. You sat up again on your knees, though this time just the tip of him was left inside of you, a disapproving look on your face.
“Do I need to stop?” you asked rhetorically, making him shake his head desperately.
“N-no- please, my love, I’m sorry! You feel so divine, I just- I need you, so badly it hurts,” he gasped out. At his pleading, you slowly sank back onto his cock, watching him pant erratically as he fought against every instinct within him to not bury himself in your tight heat.
Seeing he would be good, you braced your hands on his chest, using the leverage to ride him at a steady pace, letting your clit rut against his lower abdomen each time you took him to the base. Pierrot’s feet braced against the mattress as he keened, his eyes closing tightly as he tried to be still for you. It was hard, your pace just barely too slow to provide any real relief.
His hands gripped at your hips again, though he let go at the disapproving tut you let out. You let your pace slow down just a bit as punishment, your walls dragging over his cock torturously slow. A whine tore through his lips as he shook his head, his eyes opening to look at you pleadingly. You couldn’t help the slight stutter in your pace at the sight of the tears lining his lashline, evidence of his desire.
“I-I can’t, my love. I need more!” he cried out shakily, digging his claws into the sheets beneath him. You feigned a pout, greedily drinking in the sight of his pitiful demeanor.
“But I’ve had such a hard day, puppy,” you cooed out, “what happened to being my good little toy? Don’t you want to be good for me?” you asked, blinking down at him with innocent doe eyes. He groaned, his head lolling back.
“Y-yes, but-” he started. You ground your clit harder against him, making you moan softly as his words died in his mouth.
“That’s it, be my good boy,” you grinned, picking up the pace just slightly. He whined as his eyes rolled back, his lower lip trembling as he tried to control himself.
You bit back a snicker as you watched him try so hard to let you have your fun. His head was tilted back, his eyes squeezed shut as his claws dug into the comforter beneath him. You leaned forward, taking advantage of his entranced state as you trailed your tongue up his sensitive neck. He cried out at the sudden pleasure, his thighs trembling beneath you as you relished in the slow drag of his heavy cock against your walls.
Most nights, you knew exactly how far you could push before his composure snapped. Most nights, you were able to dance along the line of his sanity, keeping him floating in that in between of losing control and being under yours. He always tried so hard to be good for you, and you were always sure to praise him for it- but, every so often, you miscalculated just how far he could go.
“You feel so good, puppy~” you moaned into his ear. He whimpered at your words, pushing his face closer to yours, silently begging for more. You nipped softly at his earlobe, before sinking your teeth into his neck, just above his jugular. You chuckled, only biting harder as his cock throbbed inside of you. Your amusement was cut short, however, as you heard a low, dangerous growl reverberate through his chest.
His claws, that had previously been tearing up your comforter, were suddenly piercing against the sensitive skin of your waist, the sharp pain making you whimper softly. Without warning, he lifted you up just slightly, only to give himself room to freely buck his hips up into you. His pace was rough, wild, clear evidence of his need for you. You cried out as he moaned in pure relief, the friction of your slick walls around his dick soothing the fire in his chest, a stupid, contented smile crossing his face.
“Fuck- puppy, no-!” you hissed out quickly, trying desperately to regain control. He shook his head, panting as he bullied his cock into you at a nearly inhuman pace. His tongue lolled out as he gazed up at you, adoration shining on his face as he watched your dominant composure crumble at the pleasure spreading through you like magma.
“Ngh- make you f-feel so good,” he promised, bringing one hand to sloppily rub your clit, the friction making your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm already threatened to crash into you. You shook your head as you tried to hold on just a little longer, knowing you were in for a long night of overstimulation if you came so early.
“Don’t wanna cum~” you whined out pitifully, as if you weren’t rocking against his fingers on your clit, trying to milk his cock for everything it could give you.
A dumb giggle left his lips, drool trekking down his face as he chased your orgasm. “Cum, m’ love,” he slurred out, pupils set in large, blown out hearts as he took in every second of the pleasure you were helpless against crashing into you. “Please cum,” he pleaded breathily, rocking his hips up into you harder.
“P-puppy-” you gasped, making him growl softly in victory. He watched, enraptured, praise falling from his lips as you finally came for him, trembling above him as he revelled in the fact that you were falling apart because of him.
“S-so beautiful, dear one. C’mon, fall apart- just like that for me. T-thank you, m-my love-” he groaned, riding you through your orgasm as you whined his name like a prayer.
His rough pace never once paused as he fucked you through your orgasm, his cock bullying every sweet spot within you as he quickly pushed you past the brink of overstimulation. Tears of pleasure bloomed in your eyes as ragged breaths tore through your throat, pressure building in your lower tummy again despite you just cumming a few moments ago. To Pierrot, overstimulating you was an art, taking pride in bringing you to the brink time and time again until you fell limp against him, and as you felt your second high of the night threatening to crash into you, you knew he’d end up getting exactly what he wanted.
“Too much,” you tried to plead, struggling to keep yourself upright above him. He just beamed up at you, his puppy brain too pussy drunk to even think about letting you catch your breath.
“You can take more, my love,” he replied. He grabbed onto your hands that were still settled on his chest, knocking them away to make you lose your balance. You crashed against his chest, one of his large arms wrapping around your upper torso, keeping you held tightly to him, while the other gripped your thigh for leverage.
The new angle had your clit rutting against his torso relentlessly, your eyes already rolling back as he kept fucking into you. You latched your teeth just above his collarbone, trying to ground yourself against the overwhelming pleasure as your second orgasm threatened to pull you under. The pain made Pierrot cry out, his knot beginning to swell as you, in his mind, marked him.
“Please, let go. Cum again. I need it. I’m your good puppy, yeah? Cum on my cock so I can knot you~” he slurred against your ear, holding back his own orgasm in favor of you reaching yours. You held your breath as best you could, hoping just maybe you could outlast him.
“My good boy~” you purred out shakily. He was always so responsive to your voice, and you adored it. “Such a good puppy, perfect puppy. I-”
You were cut off by Pierrot’s lips crashing into yours, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. You whined as his knot inflated impossibly fast, pressing against your gspot with deadly accuracy as he kept fucking into you as best he could. As much as you tried to hold back, stars popped in your vision as your second orgasm crashed into you, leaving you shaking above him as his cum poured into you. He rocked you back and forth on his knot, keeping friction against your clit as his knot pushed into your gspot.
You whined into his neck as he rode you through your second orgasm, still showing no signs of stopping even as his own thighs shook at the pleasure. “D-do you feel me, my love? I-I’m so deep inside of you, claiming every inch of you,” he babbled out, panting as he pushed through his own overstimulation to ensure you couldn’t run from the pleasure. “Can’t even- hah- can’t even think when you’re on my knot like this. I adore you, I n-need you. Always need you,” he said, before his teeth teased your skin, as if testing the waters. You bared your neck for him instinctively, moaning as the edges of his sharp teeth trailed lightly against your neck.
“Bite, puppy,” you grunted out. The moan he let out at your words made your knees weaker than they already were, his teeth sinking into your soft flesh. The pain shot straight to your oversensitive cunt, which was still being bullied by Pierrot’s knot, your clit gliding against his waist.
Pierrot growled into your neck, no doubt drawing a bit of blood as he lock jawed onto you. He kept you close to him, teeth lodged in your neck, knot plugging his cock and cum deep as he pushed you into another orgasm. You whined in defeat, unable to do anything but sit there and take it as he overstimulated you. Your breathing picked up as your orgasm washed over you, making you grind your hips into his as you finally gave in.
“S-so good,” he mumbled into your neck, licking over the wound he left as he let you ride out your pleasure. After riding you through your third orgasm, he took pity, letting you straddle him with his knot still in you, though leaving your poor, oversensitive clit alone for now. You panted against him, trying to come back to your mind. All you were able to manage was a sweet kiss against his cheek, your breathing still ragged and quick.
“Thank you," you sighed out finally, going lax against him. He let out a sound akin to a purr, nuzzling his head against yours, the ridges of one of his horns teasing the side of your face as you laughed weakly.
“Thank you, dear one,” he replied, the smile in his voice obvious. You rolled your eyes playfully, nipping his ear softly in faux retaliation. That earned you a soft giggle from him, before a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you waited for his knot to deflate.
“...I need another shower,” you mused softly. He just laughed, bringing a hand up to play with your hair.
“Anything you need, my love,” he assured, pressing a kiss to your temple. A beat of silence, and then, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked in a small voice.
You turned your head as you sat up slightly, biting back a groan at the pressure still pressing against the walls of your cunt. “You were perfect, honey,” you cooed out, holding his face in your hands as you kissed his forehead. That earned you a grin, his eyes shining with affection.
“Do you think, maybe… I could shower with you, dear one?” he asked, a coy edge to his words. You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide your smile.
“Of course,” you hummed, settling back against him. He held you tightly to him, and you swore you’d never felt safer.
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Hc that Finn's blood glows, so every time he sees Harlequin, he blushes hard enough to actually light up.
That's why no matter how hard he tries to play it cool, his face gives him away every single time xD
Harlequin would never admit it openly, but what he had initially seen as ammo to tease Finn with, had become something he eagerly looked forward to after a night of work—or by sneaking off whenever he could— slipping into Finn's tent, and finding him there.
Finn would always call him by his nickname with such excitement and fondness.
He could never quite get used to it, but the thought of Finn ever stopping bothered him more than he'd like to admit.
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Im working in a full Prince of the Sea Finn ref but this piece alone made me wanna rip my hair out skfnskgjwk so i need a day or two without drawing all that detail aicnskfjak
plz a moment for their matching wedding bands so when they hold hands the rings clink together bc i said so and its cute
me and @littlecharmingenvy have been nonstop on this au in dms (and backrooms which I WILL be doing another drawing of)
Also!! I am officially moved so I plan to start tackling the asks and I AM LOOKING DIRECTLY AT THE ANON WHOS TRYING TO THROW MC AT FINN BC ITS SOOO FUNNY WIFNSKGJAK💕💕💕💕
hiii!! back with more smut for you guys bc u deserve it <333 inspired by my muse my love tumblr user @starzs0ul and their genius, genius mind
WARNINGS: MDNI, smut, pierrot x reader x harley, greenapple is implied ofc, bondage, shibari, dacryphilia, overstim, oral (reader recieving), oral (m recieving), AFAB gender neutral reader, knotting, pierrot has a knot, harlequin has two tentacle dicks, little bit of breeding kink, shockingly no pet play in this one sorry gang </3, kinda dubious consent but reader is into it i promise, pierrot begs ofc, monsterfucking, size difference, um uh pierrot eats mc out after harley fucks them and idk how to tag that. if i missed anything let me know!! xoxo
WC: ~4.6k
“Harley!” You greeted the green monster as he opened the door to the now closed cafe. You stopped bothering to lock it until after you left, knowing him or Pierrot would inevitably show up during your closing tasks.
“Hello, dear one,” he grinned, sitting at a barstool as you wiped down the counter in front of him. You shot him an amused look before glancing between him and the clock on the wall.
“Pierrot coming? Or are you walking me home alone tonight?” you asked. It was the circus’s off day today, and normally both of them would fight over who gets to take you either to your apartment or one of their tents, so seeing just one of the men was odd.
“Just me, dearest. Pierrot is back at the circus setting up a… surprise. Though if you want me all to yourself, I wouldn’t mind~” he purred out, trailing a clawed fingertip up your arm. You laughed, rolling your eyes as you batted his hand away playfully.
“Will this surprise end in one of you going to Doc’s tent again?” you asked, half joking and half genuinely skeptical. Harlequin scoffed.
“You think so low of us, love!” He cried dramatically, throwing the back of his head in a ‘damsel in distress’ pose. “You’ll come to find there are some things we can agree on,” he said. You giggled softly.
“Like what?” you teased. He raked his gaze over you, his grin widening.
“I’m sure you can get creative~” he purred out. You rolled your eyes again before placing a hand on his hat, tugging it down to cover his eyes. He moved quickly to put it back in place, glaring at you half-heartedly. “Rude,” he huffed. You just smiled in response.
Harlequin continued talking softly as you finished closing, watching you as you restocked and wiped the windows. Finally, when you were through with your tasks, you shut the lights off as Harlequin opened the door for you. You turned to lock it before facing him again, smiling as he held out an arm for you to loop with your own.
“Such a gentleman,” you said in faux surprise, as if he didn’t do this every time. He just chuckled.
“Don’t get used to it, dear one,” he teased.
“So, what’s this surprise?” you asked, the anticipation growing the entire time you were finishing your shift. He just shook his head, tutting softly.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” he asked, making you huff.
“Ugh, you’re no fun,” you whined, though you continued on your path to the circus, letting Harlequin lead the way.
Harlequin led you around to the back, where the tents they lived in were. He trotted up to Pierrot’s, opening the flap and leading you inside. You frowned, stepping into the pitch black of the tent, relying on the arm intertwined with yours to not trip or lose your way. The excitement in your chest quickly settled into dread, an almost primal fear that raised the hair on the back of your neck gripping you.
“Um… Harley? What’s happening?” you asked, turning to him as you looked into his glowing green eyes. You could tell he was grinning from the look he gave you, clearly enjoying your fear.
“Think we can tell them now, Pierrot?” he called into the darkness. A sudden hand gently wrapping around your free arm made you jump with a slight squeak, though as you turned, your fear softened into affection as you met the golden eyes of your other lover.
“Don’t be scared,” Pierrot murmured, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your temple. From the warmth of his lips, you could tell he didn’t have his mask on, making you pout a little. Guess they’ll keep it dark…
You heard the sound of porcelain dropping, and as you felt Harlequin’s breath ghost across your neck, you assumed he had taken his mask off as well. He licked up the length of your neck, nipping at the shell of your ear before speaking in a low voice.
“You trust us… right, dear one?” Harlequin asked before kissing back down your neck, settling in front of you as his hands gripped your hips. You felt another pair of clawed hands trail up your shirt, the heat of Pierrot’s body pressing against your back. You moaned softly, caught off guard by the sudden attention.
“Not so much after you ask that,” you mused, letting out a small, nervous laugh. Harlequin snickered as Pierrot let out a soft huff.
“You know we would never harm you, my love…” Pierrot said, lifting your shirt higher on your torso. Harlequin guided your arms up to allow Pierrot room to take it off, tossing it god knows where in the pitch black room.
“I know, I know,” you hummed, smiling softly. “So… what’s happening?” you asked, tilting your head at Harlequin, who was still in front of you.
“Just relax, dear one~” Harlequin teased, working on the button to your jeans, pushing them down and leaving you in just your underwear, which he made quick work of as well. You sighed in amusement at their secretive behavior. They always were over eager. Once you were bare, Pierrot scooped you up from behind, carrying you bridal style through the dark. You hung limply in his arms, being alright with wherever you ended up. “So trusting…” Harlequin sighed out as he trotted beside you. You felt a shudder go down your spine at his words, suddenly worried about what you were getting yourself into.
You were laid onto a soft mattress, one you immediately recognized as Pierrot’s from the many nights you spent there. You quickly crawled up to sit at the head of the bed, waiting patiently for either of them to make a move. Your eyes went wide as you only saw one pair of glowing eyes, blinking at the green hues for a moment before looking around, trying to find Pierrot.
Turning your head to the side, you jumped, seeing two golden eyes directly beside you. Pierrot’s eyes went from blown out hearts to small pinpoints in an instant as he retreated quickly.
“I-I’m sorry, did I scare you, my dear?” he asked, his tone apologetic. You sighed before laughing softly.
“Only a little. It’s alright,” you murmured. You blindly reached a hand up to cup his face, but your movements were stopped short by what you were sure was one of Harlequin’s tendrils. Your gaze snapped to his as you pouted, ready to reprimand him, but a second tendril slipped into your mouth, keeping you from talking.
“Mm, my turn to talk for a little, dear one~” he teased. You nipped playfully at the tentacle in your mouth, but stayed quiet. The curiosity of what they had planned was eating you alive.
You felt your bound hand move towards your free one, the tendril wrapping around both to keep your hands immobile. “Now, just like we practiced, Pierrot,” Harlequin said. You hummed in confusion, only for your eyes to widen as you felt a soft material gently wrap around your wrists. Harlequin loosened his grip, leaving room for the binding to fully enclose your wrists as you looked up at him, confusion swirling in your eyes.
Pierrot tightened what you assumed was a soft rope around your wrists, pulling them together before pulling the rope taught. He tied the knot before gently grabbing your arms, holding them out to Harlequin. “Is that right?” he asked. You blinked up at him, caught off guard. Whose idea was this..?
“Mm, a bit sloppy, but not bad for your first time,” Harlequin said, moving closer. He pulled at the knot, toying with it for a moment before handing your arms back to Pierrot. “It’ll hold,” he hummed. Pierrot grabbed your hands and pulled them above your head, attaching the rope to something you couldn’t see in the dark of the room. Your arms hung limply in the air, leaving you at the two monsters’ mercy.
You watched as the glow of Pierrot’s eyes moved lower, towards the foot of the bed where Harlequin was seated as well. Clawed hands took gentle hold of one of your ankles, pushing it up to meet the back of your thigh. He looped the rope around itself before winding it around your leg, binding your ankle to your thigh and keeping your leg spread. The more Pierrot wound the rope around your leg, the heavier his breathing got, his pupils forming large hearts as he gaze at your spread out form. When he finished the knot, he moved to do the same to the other side, but was stopped by Harlequin.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, narrowing his gaze at Pierrot. Pierrot tilted his head in question. You felt two fingers slide under the rope, tugging at the bind a bit. “Check the tightness, you don’t want to cut off circulation,” Harlequin reminded. Pierrot nodded, and you felt another two fingers slip just under the not to check the bind. Once ensuring it wasn’t too tight, Pierrot moved to your other leg, doing the same.
Your gaze was drawn to Pierrot and Harlequin’s eyes naturally, being the only lights in the dark of the tent, but you couldn’t help the blooming heat in your cheeks knowing they could see you just fine without the light, spread open and vulnerable for them. Even though they kept their gaze glued to you, you didn’t feel any touch aside from the tentacle in your mouth and the hands binding your legs.
Once both of your legs were fully tied, Pierrot turned his attention to Harlequin. “Does that look right?” he asked, his voice shaky with need. Harlequin hummed, looking over the ropes for a moment.
“Good frog tie, considering you’ve never used rope like this before. I could’ve done better, but it’ll do,” he said, shooting an instigating glance at Pierrot. Before he could respond however, you felt the tentacle in your mouth retreat. “What do you think, dear one?” he asked.
“I think I still don’t know what’s happening,” you grumbled.
You jumped as you felt the pad of Harlequins thumb press into your clit, rolling slow, gentle circles against it, teasing you. “Oh, come on, dear. I’m sure you can guess with your position~” he purred out. You panted slightly, fighting the urge to rock your hips against Harley’s hand.
You felt the bed dip beside you, two arms wrapping around your torso. Pierrot nipped softly at your ear, groaning against it.
“You look divine like this, my love,” he panted out. He ran a hand up your bound arms, sending shivers down your spine as his claws traced lightly at the sensitive skin. You bit back a moan, instead letting him unhook your arms from above you, allowing them to rest at your front.
You gasped softly as Pierrot pressed his lips against yours. He took advantage of your surprise, his tongue quickly moving to roll against yours. Harlequins touch on your clit grew firmer at the same time, making you shudder and roll into the stimulation. You kissed Pierrot back as you whined, and he greedily swallowed your moans.
“Remember the deal, Pierrot~” Harlequin purred. Pierrot growled against you, kissing you a moment longer before pulling away.
“I remember,” he pouted, though he stayed seated next to you. Harlequin let out a short hum, a smug energy pouring off of him as he slowly crawled up to you much like a predator would prey, seating himself between your spread legs.
“What deal?” you asked, feeling Harlequin’s hands slide under your hips to drag you onto your back. He chuckled, his grip on your waist tighter as you felt his twin cocks begin to grind against you, rutting right against your sensitive clit.
As you moaned underneath him, Harlequin grinned. “I get to fuck you first,” he said, leaning down to latch his teeth against your neck, biting down. At the same time, one of his hands trailed up to your chest, groping the soft flesh in his hand before tweaking your nipple. You whined pitifully, turning your head to give him more room. You looked up, your gaze meeting Pierrot’s. Your needy look had more of an effect than you meant for it to, Pierrot’s soft whimper ringing through the room.
“Please, don’t look at me like that, my dear,” he groaned. Despite his words, he gently carded his fingers through your hair, gently tugging to keep your gaze trained on his. His other hand came to rest at your jaw, his thumb softly pressing at your bottom lip. Your lips parted, allowing him entrance as he pushed his thumb against your tongue, moaning at the warmth of your mouth.
Your body went taught as you felt both of Harlequin’s tips dip into your entrance. “Naughty, Pierrot. I help you fulfil your ‘one and only true wish,’ and you thank me by stealing their attention?” Harlequin said, mocking Pierrot and his yearning to have you at his mercy. Harley pushed Pierrot’s hand away, guiding your face to his. “Mm, keep those pretty eyes on me, dearest. I want to watch you fall apart~”
If Pierrot responded, you didn’t hear it, too entranced by the stretch of your cunt as Harlequin pushed in. No matter how many times you had done this with them, it never got easier, your poor cunt stretched to its limits with his monstrous size.
“Gahh~ s-so wet. You like being vulnerable for us?” Harlequin asked, slowly pulling his hips away, the friction sending delicious sparks of pleasure through your lower tummy. As Harlequin thrusted back in, Pierrot’s claws gently traced along your scalp, making your brow furrow as you arched into the feeling. “Mm, such a dumb human, all alone with monsters in the dark,” he chuckled. His hips rocked forward once again before setting a slow, deep pace, making sure you felt every inch of his dual cocks with each thrust of his hips.
“F-fuck, Harley, ‘s too much,” you mewled out, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. Something about the anticipation, the methodical way you were tied up, made you all the more sensitive to your lovers’ touches.
“Too much? But you’re taking it so well,” he purred, bracing his hands on the back of your thighs, his claws digging in to the plush flesh as he fucked you. The pain did nothing to quell the rush of your arousal, only serving to tighten the arch in your back.
Pierrot stayed silent as he watched Harlequin fuck you, but even in the haze of your pleasure you didn’t miss the slick noises and soft groans from beside you, Pierrot stroking his cock in time with Harley’s thrusts as he watched you fall apart from his cocks.
A sharp cry tore from your throat as Harlequin resumed the teasing circles from earlier, tears of pleasure blooming in your eyes at the friction on your clit. “No-! I-I’m gonna cum,” you pleaded, trying to fight against it. You knew how this would end- you a twitching, overstimulated mess as they abused your poor pussy.
“Aww, is the little human gonna cum?” Harley hissed out, pressing harder against your clit as his thrusts sped up. Your mouth fell open as you cried out, looking up at Pierrot with a pleading look. “Looking at him like he doesn’t want you more fucked out than I do~” Harlequin teased, watching you fruitlessly try and run from the ruthless pleasure.
You whined in defeat as your orgasm washed over you, your legs shaking against their binds as he fucked you through it. Both monsters moaned as they watched you fall apart, shaking and helpless against the relentless stimulation. “Good job! That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Harlequin teased, his thrusts speeding up, no doubt nearing his own release. Your walls squeezed around him, a shaky groan tearing through his throat as your body tried to resist the overstimulation that was already beginning to set in.
“I love watching you fall apart,” Pierrot panted out, his gaze greedily drinking in every expression of your face. Your pleasure was like a drug to Pierrot, one he couldn’t get enough of.
“‘S too much!” you cried out, your hips writhing against Harley’s thrusts, trying to run from the pleasure to no avail.
“D-don’t worry dear one, I’m close,” Harlequin mumbled shakily, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he chased his release. You were quickly succumbing to your second orgasm, oversensitive from your first. “Come on, cum one more time for me,” he said, determined to make you fall apart before he did. You felt your hips get pushed up a bit more, his cocks bruising against your gspot with deadly accuracy.
The tears of pleasure that lined your waterline spilled over, trailing down your cheeks as your second orgasm slammed into you. Harlequin laughed in triumph before he grunted, leaning forward and latching his teeth into the meat of your thigh, the pain making your eyes roll back. He gave a few final thrusts before burying himself deep inside your walls, his cocks shooting hot cum right against your cervix.
Harlequin humped against you softly to ride out his orgasm, delighting in your soft, sensitive whimpers. When he was done, his teeth unlatched from your thigh, giving an apologetic lick to soothe the wound over before he began to slowly pull out. You shook your head, whining, but Harlequin didn’t stop, continuing to pull out slowly. “You know we aren’t done, dear one. Pierrot’s drooling for his turn, after all,” he purred out, finally pulling away fully as his cum poured from your hole. You winced in humiliation, already knowing the sheets were ruined.
The second Harlequin moved from between your thighs, Pierrot took his place, his hands placed softly on the ropes securing your legs. He let his palms roam over them almost reverently, feeling the rows of rope keeping you immobile like they were something holy. “So beautiful like this, love. All pretty, laid out for me. You couldn’t run even if you wanted to~” he breathed, the possessive note in his voice making you shiver. “If only you knew how long I’ve waited to see you like this. Helpless to the pleasure I could bring you,” he moaned, “It’s divine,” . Your eyes widened as you watched his golden eyes move down, glowering up at you from between your thighs as his breath fanned against your pussy.
“P-Pierrot- Harley just came inside me, I-I don’t-” you said, trying to dissuade him. You were cut off by a moan tearing through your throat, feeling Pierrot’s inhumanly long tongue roll against your clit, his eyes narrowing at you like you challenged him. You quickly glanced at Harley, who you could tell was giving you a shit eating grin from the way his eyes narrowed at you.
“Cute, that you think that’ll stop him,” he commented, snickering softly as you felt Pierrot suckle softly at your clit. Your thighs were already shaking, the tears coming back as you fought against the pleasure, earning another laugh from Harlequin. “Why do you think he wanted you tied up so bad?” he asked, two fingers going under the rope around your wrists, checking it wasn’t too tight. You pouted up at Harlequin, your brow furrowing as Pierrot sucked harder around the sensitive bud.
“E-evil. Both of you,” you huffed between moans. Harlequin patted your face in a condescending motion as Pierrot just moaned against you. You glanced down at him, seeing his eyes narrowed in amusement. “Fuck-!” you gasped, feeling Pierrot’s tongue worm its way into you, filling your walls as it curled against your gspot.
Harlequin’s cum did nothing to deter the ravenous monster. If anything, it seemed to egg him on, intent on lapping all of it out of your entrance, his tongue fucking into you in its goal rid you of the remnants of Harley’s orgasm. The more Pierrot’s tongue ground into your sweet spot, the closer to your orgasm you got.
“C-close-” you warned, your hips wiggling as best they could as your body chased your release. Harlequin reached down, rolling two fingers against your clit to help you fall apart. Your back arched, your arms tugging against your restraints as another orgasm pulled you apart. Pierrot moaned into you, the vibrations only making the pleasure worse as he continued to eat you out.
You let out a sigh of pure relief as Pierrot pulled away, only to groan as he settled between your thighs, his cock resting on your lower tummy. He pulled your thighs together, thrusting between them for a moment, the base of his knot rocking against your clit. You felt his dick rut against your thighs, fucking the flesh that spilled from between the rope. His eyes were trained on where you were restrained, pitiful moans and whimpers leaving his mouth.
A part of you foolishly hoped he would decide to get off this way. You pushed your bound wrists forward, catching the tip of his cock in your hands. You massaged his leaking tip, making his eyes squeeze shut as he moaned louder. A look of triumph crossed your face as you felt his knot begin to inflate against your thighs, and even though the pressure on your clit increased, making you mewl softly, you were determined to make him cum.
“No!” you whined, feeling Harlequin pull your hands away, quickly tugging the rope at your leg to pull it open.
“No cheating~” he said in a singsong tone, pulling your arms above your head and keeping them there. Pierrot was still panting, but as you felt his knot deflate, you knew you were fucked.
His tip probed against your entrance, gathering the slick that had pooled there before pushing in. He sank in to the base quickly, his hands trembling as he paused, trying to let you adjust. Every time your walls squeezed around his cock however, his hips jerked, making your cunt clench around him, a vicious cycle.
“I need you, my love. So bad,” he gasped out. That was your only warning before he pulled out, slamming his cock back in hard, quickly setting a rough pace. Your entire body was taught with pleasure, a live wire stretched to its limits. Cries and mewls tore through your throat endlessly as Pierrot’s cock battered against your insides. A hand moved quickly against your clit, but you couldn’t tell whose anymore. All you could focus on was the pleasure that overwhelmed you.
You felt your head get pulled to the side, the tip of one of Harlequin’s cocks at your lips. He pushed in, groaning as you took in half his length, the other cock rutting against your face as he bobbed your head up and down. You couldn’t warn either of them of your impending orgasm, but as liquid gushed against Pierrot, a soft gasp tearing through his lips at the shock, you were sure they knew.
“M-my love-” Pierrot groaned gutturally, his knot beginning to inflate again. “Can I cum inside you? Please, I need it- it feels so good seeing you tied up for me. Pl-please, I wanna breed you-” he gasped. Harlequin pulled your mouth off his cock.
“Well? Can he?” he asked, stroking himself just outside of your mouth. You were entirely fucked out, lurching towards Harlequin’s cocks again. “Aww. I’ll consider that a yes, Pierrot,” he said slyly, pushing one of his cocks back into you, bobbing your head against it deeper this time as he chased his orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum- ngh, I’m gonna knot you, please- you feel so good, I-” Pierrot babbled out. Just as his knot pushed into you, you came, the pressure of his inflating cock making white flash in your vision, your cries muffled by Harlequin’s length in your mouth.
Pierrot cried out as he came, fucking into you as much as his inflated knot would allow, fingers tugging at the bind on your thighs to ground himself as he fucked his release into you. You growled, your entire body twitching as the stimulation was too much for you to handle. You thrashed against the ropes, trying and failing to escape.
Your pitiful display drew a groan from Harlequin, your only warning before hot cum flooded your mouth, more landing on your face from his second cock. He let go of your head, letting his cock slip from your mouth as he stroked himself against your face, letting his cum dribble from your lips as you gasped for air.
As the three of you came down, Pierrot stayed seated inside of you, unable to leave until his knot went down. In the meantime though, Harlequin undid the rope binding your wrists. You laid limp, letting him release you as you tried to ignore Pierrot’s throbbing cock still stimulating your cunt. You took a deep breath, releasing the air slowly as your hands clenched into fists.
Harlequin untied one leg as Pierrot took to the other, the rope slipping away. You felt them lay your legs flat, but any relief you might have felt was interrupted by a soft squeal from you, Pierrot cumming once again thanks to the aftershocks of your fluttering cunt.
“S-sorry-” he panted out, his hands shaky as they massaged your thighs, hoping to soothe any flesh the rope might have left sore. You batted his hands away lightly, the innocent touch being far too stimulating. He switched over to your wrists instead, soothing the sore muscle. “Thank you, love. You did so good,” he panted out, a dreamy tone in his voice. You grunted in response, brain too exhausted to come up with a proper response.
“Yes, such a good little rope bunny for us. Maybe we should tie you up more~” Harlequin purred out as he winded the rope back up neatly. Pierrot’s eye lit up as you glared at Harley, too fucked out to cuss him out, hoping your gaze would do the trick. “If looks could kill~” he teased.
You moaned in utter relief as you felt Pierrot’s knot deflate just enough to pull out of you, finally giving you a break from the intense overstimulation. You weren’t sure who wiped the cum from your face with a cloth, but you were grateful, letting your eyes flutter shut. Once you were clean, Pierrot pulled you close from behind, spooning you as you faced Harlequin. He finished winding the rope, setting it presumably on Pierrot’s bedside before laying beside you. He was always tense during aftercare, so you reached a shaky arm out, tugging him close by the hand. He took the hint, snuggling against you, his head tucked into your neck.
Once you finally managed to get your thoughts together, you spoke. “I’m never leaving you two alone again,” you grumbled. Harlequin laughed softly as Pierrot huffed.
“Did you not enjoy it?” Pierrot asked, his tone a bit heartbroken.
“Didn’t say that,” you mumbled, reaching back and lacing your hand in his. He let out a soft coo, nuzzling you under his chin in contentment.
“Credit goes to me, dear one. I taught him how to use the rope,” Harlequin said in barely disguised jealousy. You used your free hand to pull him closer, feeling him relax and purr softly against your chest.
“Hey, it was my idea,” Pierrot murmured. You groaned.
“Fight later. Sleep now,” you sighed, about five seconds of silence away from passing out. The two monsters went quiet, knowing you needed rest after everything that transpired. “I love you,” you mumbled to both of them, sleep taking you over the second the words left your mouth.
Both men sighed.
“Should we tell them I tied you up to teach you?” Harlequin whispered, grinning at Pierrot, who shot him a murderous look.
“Never,” he growled quietly, making Harlequin laugh.
hehe i DO have a little bit of hidden sushi blurbs here yall go <3
WARNINGS: MDNI, smut, finn x harley (finns me and @marstato oc hes so babie they do all of the art for him bc theyre so cool), im properly introducing yall to our son as a whore, im a smut writer what did yall expect, overstim, cockrings, harley calls finn guppy bc its cute and hes a fish guy, pretty sure i wrote this one while i was on many medications still so i wrote it solely with my dick sorry not sorry <333 (if i forgot anything lmk)
WC: ~1.2k
Normally, Harlequin liked to see his face, so when Finn found himself being guided onto his hands and knees on the king sized bed, he spared a glance back at his lover, confusion written on his face.
“Change of pace?” he asked the green monster, eyes dilating as his gaze was drawn to his twin cocks. Harlequin just laughed, threading a hand in Finn’s hair, guiding his head to look forward.
“Just wanted to see more of your gorgeous body. Is that such a crime?” Harlequin hummed, placing his hands on Finn’s hips as he lined his cocks up to Finn’s dripping entrance.
“N-no,” Finn whined, stammering in excitement as he felt his eyes glaze over at the promise of his lover’s cocks. He rocked his hips back, begging silently for Harlequin’s touch.
Finn moaned, slightly surprised as he felt Harlequin push in, slowly so as to not hurt the smaller monster. Normally, Harlequin would drag his teasing on until Finn was nearly crying, so he assumed the other was more eager than usual.
Harlequin let out a raspy chuckle as he bottomed out, his cocks twirled around one another to push inside of Finn easier. Finn whined softly under him, his arms going lax as his face and chest pressed into the bed. Moans tore from his throat as he felt himself get rocked forward, the force of his lovers thrusts moving his whole body. He let himself get lost in it, the pleasure of it all. Hearing his lovers soft panting behind him, feeling the twin cocks twirled around each other in a spiral thrusting into him, dragging those delicious ribbed edges along his most sensitive spots. Finn felt one of Harlequin’s tendrils slide in front of him and he grabbed onto it on instinct, latching his mouth onto it as he bit down, attempting to muffle his moans.
Harlequin gripped harder at Finn’s waist, fucking deeper into him to feel those moans vibrating down his appendage. “Mm~ such a lewd boy, Guppy~ You must really need it, huh?” he teased, wrapping another tendril around his thigh, the tip teasing at Finn’s clit. He whined, bucking back against the stimulation.
“S-so good, Harley,” Finn gasped out, before biting harder on the tendril in his mouth. Harlequin groaned lowly behind him, pushing the appendage further into Finn’s mouth.
“You’re close~” Harlequin teased, fucking into him harder as Finn cried out. Finn nodded, whining as he opened his mouth, spitting out the appendage in favor of holding it close to him, nuzzling against it.
“P-please, Harley,” he begged, his back arching further to take more of his partner. Harlequin snickered, intent on pushing him over the edge. “Harley-!” he cried out, his first orgasm washing over him. His thighs shook lightly, already feeling overstimulated as Harlequin kept fucking into him.
“Such a good boy, guppy,” Harlequin purred, keeping up every bit of stimulation, making sure Finn couldn’t get a break from the pleasure for even a second. He leaned down, latching onto Finn’s neck leaving soft nips and sucks along the sensitive skin. Finn let out a garbled whine, his eyes rolling back.
“N-need you. Need you so bad,” Finn panted out, rocking his hips back to meet Harlequin’s thrusts. Harlequin grunted softly, pleasure shooting through his core at how wrecked his pretty little boyfriend sounded.
“Aw, you’ve only cum once and you’re already this fucked out? My, my, you’re so pitiful,” He teased, sliding a hand up Finn’s body to paw at his chest, tweaking at his sensitive nipples to make the smaller monster writhe under him. It didn’t take long for Finn to go hurtling towards his next orgasm, screaming his lover’s name as he did so.
Finn was used to cumming several times before his boyfriend did, being a virgin before he met the hypersexual monster. However, as he approached his fifth orgasm, his brow furrowed in confusion, realizing Harlequin still hadn’t given any indication of even being close to his edge.
“A-are you gonna cum?” Finn whimpered out, longing for the feeling of his lover filling him after being fucked for so long. He heard Harlequin snicker behind him.
“Maybe if you beg a little more,” he teased, arms planting on either side of Finn’s head, his cocks hitting every sensitive spot within the smaller monster. Finn writhed against him, his eyes squeezing shut with pleasure.
“Please, cum in me, Harley. I wanna feel you,” he whined out, making Harlequin moan softly.
“Mm… still not there,” he teased. Finn groaned softly.
“What’s taking so long?” he whined out. While he wasn’t complaining about being fucked so hard by his lover, the overstimulation was pushing past what he could handle, his mind slowly slipping out of his grip.
Finn gasped as he felt Harlequin grip his shoulder, roughly rolling him over to lay on his back. FInn looked down to see where they were joined, seeing two silver rings on either of Harlequin’s bases. “What’s- what’s that?” Finn asked, the breath getting knocked out of him with each thrust. Harlequin laughed, pulling Finn’s hips up higher, the change in angle making Finn’s back arch nearly off the bed.
“Aw, my little guppy~ Such an innocent little thing, aren’t you?” Harlequin cooed through a moan, his cocks throbbing nearly painfully at how hard the other’s innocence made him. “Those are cock rings, my sweet. Lets me fuck you as long as I want,” he purred out, shuddering with pleasure as he felt Finn clench around him at his words. “Aw, does my innocent little guppy like that idea?”
“Mhm,” Finn whimpered, clutching at Harlequin’s arms, nails drawing red, angry marks over the skin. Harlequin licked his teeth as he grinned, the pain making his eyelids flutter slightly.
By the time Finn came around him again, he was shaking all over. His begging had turned to incoherent whines and babbles, softly tossing his head against the pillow as his body struggled to take the pleasure.
“All fucked out- ngh- just for me?” Harlequin grunted, thighs shaking from pleasure and exhaustion. Finn looked up at him pleadingly.
“Mmgh~ ngh, I- goood~” Finn garbled out, past the point of words. Harley’s eyelids fluttered softly, gazing down at his lover with a soft look. Taking pity, he pulled out for just a moment, taking off the ring with one of his tendrils, tossing them to the side. Finn sighed in relief, only to cry out feeling Harlequin fuck him harder than before, chasing his own release.
“Please!” Finn screamed, unable to take the overwhelming pleasure any longer.
“Fuck, guppy-!” Harlequin cried, his orgasm hitting him hard. He humped into Finn, his vision turning white with how much pleasure ran through his body. Finn came at the feeling of finally being filled up, pitiful moans and whines leaving his lips. His legs weakly wrapped around Harley’s waist, pulling him closer to ensure he took every drop Harlequin gave him.
The two boys panted as they came down, Finn’s lips pressing against Harlequin’s in a needy kiss. Harlequin gratefully accepted, rolling his tongue against Finn’s shivering as his sharp teeth threatened to pierce his tongue.
They pulled away, spit connecting their lips still as Harlequin grinned down at a pouting Finn.
“You’re so mean,” Finn huffed. Harlequin laughed.
“You love me,” he teased. Finn rolled his eyes, smiling softly.
“I love you,” he grumbled, before narrowing his eyes up at Harley. “Say it back,” he huffed.
“I love you~” Harlequin drawled out, his pupils showing tiny hearts as he looked down at his little guppy.
