Tags: Somatic Healing, Hand Feeding but sexy, Monsterfucking -> Knotting
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 4.1k
Summary: Pierrot's birthday fic~ Lots of lovin' and care and affection~ That's it~ Not too much plot~ also you ran away with the circus~
Notes: tried to get this out sooner but busy busy-- if you can handle listening to music while reading, i'd recommend throwing this on repeat for this one
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Dappled sunlight over your shoulders rivaled the lingering caress of affection he had dusted across your skin in the humid warmth of morning; tame, soft, considering the usual hunger that held his mind in a vice. You swore you could still feel the feather-light brushes of his earlier kiss, teasing you into a blissful melt as you lounged on cushion covered crates. Ambient noise of the circus coming to life fell to a background lull to be broken up by the racketing thud of his blades driving into soft pine boards he’d gathered for practice. Every so often you found his eyes falling back to you between tosses, as if he was making sure you hadn’t been some elaborate hallucination this entire time.
His birthday didn’t seem to be of much importance to stop his morning routine, only giving pause to accompany you to the grocery store when it opened. Spoils of the trip sat in the cooler beside you, sweating through the cheap styrofoam box. The contrast between his “going out” clothes and what he wore at home around the circus was always amusing to you, from so mundanely casual to something of pure myth in all his bells and puffs. And yet, when you pressed him about which he preferred, he offered, “I like my costume more– even though it stands out and can be.. difficult, sometimes.. I almost feel naked without it~”
Air thick with warm petrichor and the cover of angrier clouds rolling in, the healthy blush holding his cheeks signaled it was finally time for a break. A beckoning handwave from you to call him over made a cheesy grin shoo away the previous focus that shaped his visage into a thoughtful twist, threatening to make your heart drip through the cage of your ribs in molten adoration. His casual saunter back to you let you admire the stray sterling strands that clung to his neck in sweat laced abstractions from the effort of his training. Soft cotton of a fresh towel draped over your hands met the dampness of his face after he sat down on one of the crates you’d turned into a makeshift chaise.
Rustling leaves in vibrant shades of chartreuse from the fresh growth of spring haloed the scene of your care, letting him soak in the gentle stroke of your attentiveness. Settling into the catch of his lap by the curl of his hand, being the puzzle piece that fit perfectly in his you-shaped wanting never felt more obvious than in these moments. His arms had become just as safe as the shelter of your comforter, letting you bury your face into the joyous loops of his ruffled collar with relieved ease. Pulling in a slow, deep breath, the scent of him filled your senses in blooming aromas of sweet musk that spun your mind into a haze of affectionate need.
Your fingers played at the slits in the puff of his sleeve idly, admiring the quality of the wool and hand-stitched seams coming together in perfect alignment, “You’re burning up under there~ You should take some of this off~”
“We have to go back in the tent for that..” He breathed, watching your touch wander from his arm to the golden cording strung across his chest, “We’re not supposed to be bare out in the open.. it’s a rule Jester made a long time ago..”
“Yeah but the tent is gross and hot and the fans barely do anything–” An exasperated chuckle left you as you pulled at hidden bow under his collar, giving way to an instant relaxing of the lacing, “Mmm come on.. it’ll be fine for a few– no one comes back here.. when was the last time you felt sunlight on your chest~?”
Shouldering off the costume top, you could see the relief wash over him with the sticky breeze cooling the wet sheen of his skin. The black tank that hid beneath was drenched, leaving you to wonder if you could convince him to take that off too. Grabbing the towel again, you started to pat him down after letting the air give him another delightful chill. Old scars marring him in patterns you didn’t want to consider the brutality of, let him catch the linger of your stare with the caressing pass of his thumb on your thigh.
“I’m okay now..”
A slow nod from you came in response to his attempt to drift your mind from those thoughts. Circling arms around you pulled you in to feel the damp of his shirt through yours, leaving yours to drape around his shoulders to dry the back of his neck. Tension in him was quick to surface with the delicate brush of the towel fibers kissing the tender trauma carved there.
A nervous whisper caught you as your touch paused, “Sorry..” You mumbled off the roll of your breath, “Are you.. okay with me touching there..?”
There was a long draw of hesitation from him before he nodded slowly and huffed quietly, “Yeah..”
Tightness in your chest continued to wind at the way he seemed to be going through a wash of different emotions, leaving him to pant softly and his eyes to water with the flood of overwhelm.
“Should I stop..?” You cooed before he reached to close the short distance between your lips in needy presses.
“N-no.. you can keep going.. it feels nice..”
It didn’t take long for the towel to drip from your hands, replacing the caress of the cotton with the wander of your touch coming in the careful clasp of your hand over the scar tissue. Thumbs behind his ear moving in slightly firmer swirls to aid in the melt of his stress made you wonder if he was to float away from the high of your attention. Different positions of your pressure against the wounds of years past let you earn an array of muted moans and whimpers in the mess of kisses, letting the shadowing ache his body clung to fade. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this before, almost silent, hiccuping cries began to bubble from him from the release of old fear being soothed.
A whisper finally broke between the need for contact between your lips, “Please..”
“I’m here.. you’re safe..” Soothing his ache with the consistent tenderness of your tone, your fingertips slipped under the seam of his hood to lift it from his head.
Another freeze of anxiousness held him before you hummed, “It’s okay.. let Jester get mad at me.. I don’t want you worrying about anything today..”
“I love you–” He quickly squeaked out, letting himself unwind the strands of tension that kept him taut, his hood slipping off the smooth ridges of his horns with a wilted jingle.
A warm smile graced you as you let your hands slide from the warzone on the back of his neck to the hem of his tanktop still clinging with soaked defiance, “I love you too Pierrot.. so much.. come on.. let’s get you more comfy..”
With eyes unafraid to show the hunger in their stare as you pulled the damp top over his head, he easily brought you in for a tighter squeeze this time with the drop of his shirt falling into the grass with sopping plop. A chorus of crackling vertebrae sang from you at the strength of his hold, terror cutting through him suddenly making him still to marble and loosen a bit for you to fold in his hold.
“Damn, guess it's been a while since I've had my back cracked–” You gushed with an embarrassed chuckle before you clocked the wobble in his features, “Did you– eheh– you thought you–”
Confirming your assertion, he quickly jumped over your words with pleading brows, “Please don't say it–”
Slight amusement still held you as you feathered kisses against his neck, “You're okay.. I'm not that fragile~”
“Yes.. you are..”
“Pierrot..”
Shelving the rest of that conversation, he sniffled and leaned over to nudge the lid on the cooler still resting beside you, “Are you hungry my love~?”
Letting the heavy subject slide as he rubbed melting ice cubes between his palms in a makeshift rinse, you chirped and slid back from your seat in his lap, “I could eat~”
Cured meats, cheeses, bread, honey, nuts, and fruit started to unfold from the cooler between you. As you reached for a strawberry, the clasp of his fingertips already holding one at the seam of your lips beat you to it.
A little razz from you came with a playful glitter in your eye, “It's your birthday love, shouldn't I be feeding you~?”
“Being this close.. and intimate.. with you is the best gift I could ask for~ Now open~” He teased with a nudging push of the berry to your lips in a playful kiss.
One berry turned to two, then to the honey drizzle of soft buttered bread, the sweet gush of tender mangoes, firm popping grapes snapping under your bite, and the slurp of passion fruit seeds carved from their flesh. Watching you bite, tear, and drink in messy, dripping glory made his mind sizzle with the pleasure of seeing you be sated by his hand. Juice from a particularly ripe peach spilled down your chin and over his fingers in gluttonously overindulgent drops, your head dipping to let your tongue clean the flow of it from his touch as he stared in pure awe. The scene of your mouth licking and sucking the length of his digits clean coupled with the unmoving lock of your gaze on his, gave him no time to rub even two brain cells together before diving in to lick the mess from your face. Surprise only kept you for a brief moment as swipes of his tongue moved to a deep capture of your lips.
“You look so beautiful–” He sighed against the insistent press of his affection, “So adorable.. when you devour like this..”
His words spun around your mind in a delightful haze of desire, feeling the fruit sticky press of his fingerpad sliding across your tongue once more as personal space became something of legend.
Breathless in the overwhelm of him, you pressed gently, “You never really answered me on what you wanted to do today..”
His head tipped forward to rest against yours, a pleased grin giving the sharp of his bite a place to shine, “Because it didn’t really matter what I did.. as long as I got to spend the whole day with you, beloved~”
“Mmm..” You hummed back, “You don’t have a show tonight, right..?”
“No, none of us work on our birthdays,” The drag of his claws, unhindered by their usual leather barrier, brushed down your back in placid strokes, “Unless we want to..”
“Good~” You watched his hand trail back up your arm to lace with your hand, biting down on another firm grape with audible crunch between you, “I was thinking later.. we could go out for dinner.. maybe check out Riverwalk.. ‘nd go see the stupid Bean.. ya know.. the touristy shit before we head out~”
Staring at you with an awe usually reserved for the gods, he nodded slowly as his blush darkened with your dusting of kisses to his knuckles, before snapping out of his lovesick trance for just a moment, “Wait– we can’t– Jester has a dinner planned for all of us tonight– I told him I was bringing you this time..”
“Aaand he was okay with that~?” You pressed lightly.
“He was.. mm.. he didn’t say ‘No.’.. so.. I think that means you can come~”
You gave a light poke to his chest, “Is that what you want to do~?”
“Yeah.. it's like our little tradition to have all our meals together on our birthdays.. I want you there because we don’t all eat together too often– and I..” An anxious nagging in his mind got the better of him as he paused to backtrack a little, “But I would understand if you don’t want to spend time with them, I know they’re.. we.. can be a lot to deal with..”
“No no, if that's what you want, then we'll hang out here~ If I marry you.. I marry the circus, no~? It’s not really gonna be a good look if I dodge the family dinners.. is it~?”
A wide grin pulled across his features in unfettered joy, “No, I suppose not~”
Finding the purest bliss in the way he buried his face into your collar with pleased glee, you hummed quietly, “In the meantime.. why don’t we.. head back into your tent.. get a little sweaty.. wash up.. then go see what's for dinner..” A long kiss pressed against his forehead made you murmur, “Sound good..?”
The shine in his eyes rivaled the glare of the sun cutting through the clouds, “That.. sounds perfect my love~”
Rustling green leaves were traded for the sound of whirring fans trying to keep his tent cool with the sweep of him pulling you into the nest of his bed. With the draw of his tent door left to flutter shut, the easy slip of his mask came in the darkness that swallowed you both. Maybe old habits died hard, for even now it seemed as if anxiety still gripped him from the old ways of keeping himself concealed as the warmth of his true kiss was usually met in the shade of secluded tents.
You didn’t even hear him take off the rest of his clothes before you felt the hot press of him pulling at the hem of shirt and taking full possession over your mouth, “Mm lemme get on top– mmpf– I don’t want you– to do all the work– mm– on your birthday–”
“Making you mine is never work..” He only pulled his tongue back enough to speak, “But if you want me to sit back, then I shall~”
Fabric shifting and clothes dropping were the final hurdles crossed before the testing taps of his claws against your hips pulled you back against him. Despite the darkness, with each hungry swipe of his tongue and bruising of your lips, you could feel the split in your physiologies spark a tickle in the back of your primal mind to run. Making it all the sweeter as you leaned into him to deepen the breath of his affection.
Squeezing the length of him between the plush of your thighs, he quickly fell into shallow strokes to at least settle part of the hunger peeling his skin.
A soft quip came from you at the nudge of him slipping between your legs, “Mm not yet~”
“What are you making me wait fooor..” He whined softly, a wobbling smile hardly hiding his desperation, “Please.. hahh.. please let me be inside you..”
“You will.. you will..”
Your words followed the trail of your lips as they crawled down the tight of his chest, the soft of his belly, down to the twitch of him begging for attention. This was far from the first time seeing him like this, but even so, the differences between you were stark as throbbed in your grip. Strokes around his length had him shaking and sighing as if it were the first time all over again with his excitement creating a steady drizzle of his slick to make the job easier. Though, it was impossible not to also notice the large bulb also starting to eagerly grow near the base of him.
Your grip shifted. Cupping the solid swell of him and massaging with your palms in tight firm circles, your thumbs finding a home rubbing up the underside of his length. By the way he sounded in the spoils of your worship, you knew if you kept this up he would surely unspool into a pile of the creature he once was. Then your head dipped down. Greedy sucking slurps trailing up his cock lead to the capture of as much as you could fit of him in the heat of your mouth.
A flicked glance up to him proved that even though he was coming unglued, he never took his eyes off you. Never looked away from how utterly mesmerizing you were with how completely occupied you were with his dick in your mouth. Getting too lost in the feeling of your efforts pulling him towards a swiftly approaching end, he pleaded in a messy babble, “Hah– please– please– please– sit on it please–”
You pulled your tongue from him with a head spinning pop, the glistening mix of saliva and him glimmering on your lips as you smirked back, “But you’re already.. like, eheh– I dunno, fully inflated?” The question followed another nervous squeeze of his swell, “That’s.. a big ask~”
“I-know-I-know- but if you could– maybe– if you could just– try~? You don’t have to take it all– if it’s too much– but~ even just feeling you bounce on it– would be just as perfect~”
“.. You’re lucky it’s your birthday~” Despite your protest, he could still read the greed in the way you looked at the length of him waiting to be held in you.
Hands at your hips that you thought were to ease you over him quickly turned into your chest meeting the press of the mattress, “H-hey– I thought you said you wanted me to be on top~?”
“Forgive me my love, I'm so close– I changed my mind– I just want to feel you under me–”
Before you could find the words to protest, the thick slide of him met you with a shallow breath as your walls clung to him in a milking grip, “Ouhh- god Pierrot– just– because the body yields– hhaah– Christ you’re– nngh– still a virgin– I swear–”
With a few slow breaths and a moment to let yourself relax, a soft, “Does it hurt my love?” came from him.
At the pause of his question, the nudge of his knot sat heavy against you, melting your mind to utter mush as you mumbled, “No..”
To be fair, it didn’t. You had become fairly accustomed to his size by now, but even so, the shock of him sheathing to the hilt on the first push was always going to be breathtaking.
“Good~” The weight of him came with the coo of his voice, laying his chest against your back in a firm pin, “Please.. tell me if it does..”
The pass of his tongue came next, sweeping up your neck before the all too familiar sink of his teeth buried into you. Nothing made you feel more like prey than when he had you caught beneath him like this; maw flush with your flesh, arms keeping you still, and hips braced in complete submission to the beast that brought you to bed. You weren’t sure if your pain tolerance was going up or maybe you were just starting to enjoy the way it felt with how much noise you were making for him. Blood seeping from your shoulder into a small stain in his sheets gave away the scope of his comfort with you, knowing you’d be willing to bleed for him to suit the nature of his desire. Finally pulling the grasp of his jaw from you, he tended to your new injury with a flood of licks and kisses that made you gasp with each pass.
Large metal fans oscillating as white noise over the sound of his hips meeting your rear in sweaty claps left you brainless in the wet heat of his tent. There was something deliciously mind-numbing about the way the thick swell of him felt rutting against you in greedy rolls. An affectionate nudge of his face against yours left a kiss to your ear, keeping his mouth there to ask, “Still doing alright.. my love..?”
“Yeah~” You hummed, letting a little smirk play at your lips, “I thought.. you said you were close~?”
If you didn’t know any better you could feel the darkening of his cheeks and hear the grin in the way he, “Shhh..”’d you.
“Fucker~”
Straightening his back and shifting you a bit, he cradled you against him in a way that made it seem as if you always made to fit this snuggly into him. Silver strands of his draped hair in front of your face was almost mesmerizing to watch in their waves with his pace. You opened your mouth as an exit for a moan while he tested the permission of his depth, taking the chance to catch the soft of your palate under the hold of his fingers rubbing caress. Even now his fingerpads were something of a novelty that you were still getting used to. For one, lacking the traditional spiral in place of something more smooth, with just enough texture to have grip. Enjoying the oddity of his physical makeup, you let your mouth close around the invasion of his fingers with some curious swipes and hungry sucks.
He always seemed to really lose himself whenever you gave his hands special attention like this, picking up his beat into you with an almost frantic tempo, “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing today.. than this– with you.. you’re so perfect.. I’ll never stop wanting this– wanting you–”
Another heavy nuzzle came from him as he sighed in a heavy pant, “You’re everything I could’ve asked for.. and more.. oh so much more my love..”
Letting his attention draw back to the frenzied high of fucking you like his life depended on it, it was his turn to fixate on the delicate creature that let him turn them into his personal pincushion. Everything about you was utterly intoxicating to him like this; the fragile expanse of your breath in heaved breaths, the mirror of your skin to that of fruit too ripe for the orchard, the way your body clung to him from the inside out as if you truly intended to never let go.
A heavy shudder from him came before the babble of his self control crumbling, “Ouuhh– It feels like you’re trying to pull me in–!” He groaned in heated breaths, “I think– we’re going to be late– for dinner–”
“W-what.. do you–” Your confusion being muffled by the smother of his sheets, the sound that left you with the sliding pop of him locking into place surely wasn’t, “Pier–OUHH~!! Fuck-fuck-fuck– ahhn– god– fuck–”
The longer stroke that held his pace shortened to quiet slaps that were drowned out by the way you absolutely could not keep your mouth shut. Nearly incoherent with the fullness of him making it impossible to do anything but be his fuckdoll, his name fell with curses and pleas in a mess that only served to satisfy him more. Languid rolls of his hips were the best he could manage with the hold of you gripping him like this was where he was always meant to stay.
With your body adjusting to the swell of him, the chorus between you turned to a sonnet of shared panting as he looked to capture the taste of your lips again. Tongue sliding around and past yours in a depth not reached by previous lovers, a helpless little whimper gasped from you at the violation. You had begun to wonder if he just wanted to become truly one with the way he invaded you as deep as he could, from whatever hole he could fill. As if you could never be close enough to soothe the ache in his chest.
But that’s exactly what you both needed as he began the weighted flood first, shaking and bucking in a limited stroke as you felt the firm twitch of his cock emptying itself in adoring excess. Feeling the hot pump of him fill you was more than enough to send you into your leg-trembling unraveling as both of you spilled sounds he would probably be replaying in his mind later.
Settling over you carefully, you could only manage a, “Heavy..” out from under him in wiped amusement.
A pull his hips back to absentmindedly check his tie with you came with one more groan from him with a flood of kisses sure to follow as he praised, “Sorry– I– this is– you’re.. everything.. you’re everything.. to me.. are– are you.. okay?”
“Mmm..” You answered back, returning whatever affection he gave as best as you could, “Yeah.. I think I’m okay..”
CW: Dub/Non-Con, Drugging, a reference to some Somno stuff at the end
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 3.4k
Summary: This is just porn with like zero plot beyond you eating his drugged cake and it all goes fantastically downhill from there.
Notes: i went fuckin feral in this one lads-- just pure raw heat lmao im not fuckin well over this.. man? but please enjoy!!!
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The spongey softness of syrup moistened cake breaking over your tongue into micro crumbles was the last thing you could remember clearly. Well, that and the way Pierrot’s grin stayed wide on his features as the reflection of them flickered in the chocolate glaze. How his gaze seemed to be melting into pure bliss before you even finished the first bite made damning heat crawl into your chest as he slowly closed some distance between you. You couldn’t tell if the cake was stale or just made with cheap ingredients with the wash of an oddly medicinal aftertaste being left to bloom on your palate.
He caught the plate as your grip loosened to let it slip from your fingers while the lights around you slowly began to glow like heaven’s light to frame him towering over you, “Are you.. feeling alright, my dear~?”
Every passing moment beyond that drifted into the next like a dream kissed by the haze of desire, your weight finding the cushion of him in a smothering embrace. Scooping your frame into the cradle of his arms as if he were stealing a priceless treasure, you couldn’t have given protest even if you wanted to as everything around you turned to molasses. The glow of Edison bulbs and vintage glass carnival lights blended into one another, forcing you to bury your face into the soft of fabrics draping his chest. Finding comfort in the silks and velvet trims of his motley, the swirling scent of sweet fried confections and lingering kiss of musky incense imbued into the very fibers of the cloth felt just as intoxicating as whatever was burning under your skin.
You could tell he was trying to keep his voice undetectable, “I know I promised.. I wouldn’t do this again, but.. since you’re already mine.. I figured one more time couldn’t hurt~” He breathed, nuzzling his face into the side of yours with the world only acting as a passing smudge in your vision against the clarity of him, “You were so perfect last time.. it was too soon then, but now..? There’s no way I could pass this up a second time.”
He was so warm, his skin soft, his breath tickling, all while you drifted deeper into the tingling warmth rolling through you, “Pierrot..”
“Yes, my love~?”
“I feel.. hot..”
Ushering you into the silken nest of his pillows and blankets as he helped you peel yourself from the prison of your clothes, your skin burned with the tingle of oversensitivity that came next in prickling waves. His touch drank you in like his hands had lived their life in a drought of sensation, addicted to the way your lips looked with the shape of his name on them. You were burning even through the shield of his gloves; ripping them from his hands, he let his bare caress fall upon the plush of your skin like he was handling porcelain. Watching the way your flesh gave way to the pressure of his grip in the hiking of your thighs around his waist, the only thing circling his mind was what a dream you looked like completely helpless under him.
Unable to keep himself back a second longer, your head was caged in his grasp while his tongue found its home wrapped around yours in something that less resembled a kiss and more of a hostile takeover of your breath. Trying to have some semblance of participation in the destruction of your better judgment, you sucked against the slippery muscle you’d let in, earning a low groan and fluttering of his eyes to follow. You had made out with some people in your life, but no one had ever felt as good as he did whenever he ached for the taste of you. Floating in the realm between fogged consciousness and chemical dreams like this made his obsession infectious, any pull from him feeling like a tiny betrayal to the primal need strangling your mind.
“Pierrot..”
He would never tire of hearing the way you called his name like a prayer, gentle and mewling as if you were lost without him. Not once did he look from you as he sat on his knees and pulled at the tie of his ruffles behind his neck. Watching him disrobe in any way felt like a ritual too intimate to witness as he shed the facade he kept together so well. Another careful pull at the securely laced bow still hidden beneath the capelet at the top of his bodice gave in such a way, to your doubled vision it looked as if they were dangling tassels.
Smothering you into the mattress was quickly becoming his favorite pastime as you found yourself being delightfully squeezed by the press of him returning to the possession of your kiss. A smooth roll of hips came next as he kept a mind-meltingly slow pace with the return of his tongue making itself at home in the way you tasted. Eventually, his mouth drifted from the swell of your lips to the tender virginity of your healed neck. The shiver he earned from you when his maw grazed the tissue paper fragility of your skin was enough to gain another satisfied moan and deep hip roll from him.
“I’m going to bite you again.. like last time.. but.. more~” He sighed into the cradle of your neck, “Is that alright, my dear~?” His tone nearly singing-songy as he sounded like a wild animal rattling zoo bars.
Hardly a single thought could be made from you as you answered in a drawl, “Uuh–huhh..”
There was no time for a second guess before you felt a swift pinch that diffused into erogenous pleasure, your fingers gnarling into the fabric protecting his back. It felt as if someone was slowly pouring warm milk over your shoulder as you bled out into the catch of his mouth eagerly lapping at it like a last meal. A shift above you came before the next pinch and wave of warmth feeding into the hunger he clearly wouldn’t be taming tonight.
Murmuring against the new wound he was nursing like his favorite candy, he seemed like he had already found his way into heaven via the ichor of your vulnerability, “You taste.. divine, my love..” Another heavy pass off his tongue swept over your broken flesh, “I promise.. I’ll be careful.. but you’ll have to forgive me if I get a little rough.. I just.. can’t help myself around you– not when you taste like you were made for me~”
The sink of teeth became more akin to penetrating overripe fruit in bursting gushes as each bite felt like the first, leaving you in the lace collar of your own life from the destruction he left in his wake. Eager as ever he let himself become a mess of himself as the smear of your blood painted itself tellingly across his face.
Frenzied greed got the better of him as his voice rasped in uneven breaths, “Tell me.. you want me.. that you need me, as badly as I need you.. my dearest, my love, my everything~”
Was this even real? Every second of this brushed against every little hidden fantasy you’d considered of him since the first time you laid eyes on him play by play. Disassociated from anything else but the way he clung to you, you drifted into the lush high of whatever had left that weird taste in your mouth as your blood stained his teeth.
Real or not, the answer was painfully simple to you, giving back to him, “I.. want you.. need you.. Pierrot..”, in a slur that you couldn’t detect off your own lips but he could pin easily.
Another blur of moments strung together in how you felt the meaty weight of him resting against your stomach before dipping into the spill of liquid silk dripping from you. Giving you a fullness that couldn’t keep a wanton moan from breaking the whispering silence he’d cultivated for you, your features warping into a heavy pant with just how much of him there was to take.
“Is it.. too big, my love~?” Was he teasing?
Answering him with a lust clouded stare and a fiery heat kissing your cheeks, you shook your head, falling side to side in a sloppy reassurance.
Delighted by your response, he purred back, “Perfect~ You’re perfect for me~ Are you going to keep being perfect.. and take it all for me~?”
You gave him another drug weighted nod and received a hissed excitement, “Good girl..”
You could see the way his eyes jumped back and forth from a heated stare to where his length sheltered in the squeeze of your warmth, to the way your face seemed to melt into a plea for more. Letting himself soften and rest himself against you, the first full sink of him came with a firm, greedy little swirl of his hips as if to revel in the prize being finally enjoyed. Savored.
He soon found his pace in slow, amusingly short pulls, before returning in desperate grinding pushes. Not having taken off really any of his clothes in his eagerness beyond his ruff and the split in his pants to free the length of his cock, the rhythmic jingle of his bells filled the dead air around you to be met in chorus with the clutch of you around him joining in soaked harmony. Some part of your mind whispered on if maybe that was on purpose, a punishment, or maybe, pleasure for the walls that always seemed to listen.
“Pie–Pierrot~” Sighing his name as if it alone was a love note, the careful, yet barely restrained rolling sink of his hips into yours made him shudder in your slick hold.
Nuzzling his face into the soft of your neck with a heavy swiping lick from collar to jaw, the word “Again~” dripped off his tongue in a pure ichor of sticky urgent lust, “Please, again~ My name has never sounded more lovely than it does falling from your lips like this..”
Seeing the way he nearly came undone from just the simple call of his name made your mind sink deeper into the dizzying fire of whatever he put in that damn cake as your brow knitted up together in desire, “Pierrot~ Ooh Pierrot~!”
Your legs relaxed wider in unyielding access to his hunger to let him eagerly tip your hips higher. Taking advantage of the new depth, his pace quickened with a frantic neediness that made your head spin in a cloud of pliancy. Licking back against his tongue still holding a monopoly over your mouth, the whine that left him was dripping in the excess of pleasure as he breathed, “You wanted this~ I think you wanted this.. as badly as I did~”
Eyes threatening to stay permanently fixed to the heavens with how far they were rolled back, you could only mumble, “I-did– I-I did~!”
“You were already sooo wet you know~ were you.. thinking of me too~?” He cooed, his thumbs brushing your nipples in affectionate swirls.
“I was,” You gushed honestly, simply, with the wash of your high taking away any last inhibitions keeping your tongue shy, “I.. like.. how big you are.. how-you watch me.. keep me safe..”
You could’ve sworn he was already midway filling you like a cream pastry by the way his body jolted at the thought, but instead his hands slipped up your chest and hovered at the base of your throat before snuggly capturing it as his mind fried into a one-track thought to claim.
“Do you trust me, my love~?” The familiar call of his pet name for you sounded deranged compared to its usual cadence.
Giving back a slight nod, you offered back breathlessly, “I-I– do~”
White hot giddiness took over whatever sense was left in his brain, his hold on your throat tightening fractionally as the tacky grip of drying blood smeared onto his palms, “You’re mine– you’ll be mine forever– I'll keep you safe– keep you mine– no one else’s– mine– mmm.. mine.. mine-mine-mine–” Punctuating his spiral with a crashing kiss into your lips with a need that promised to have you feeling the press for weeks to come.
Possessed by the feeling of finally having you all to himself, his pace stayed quick, heavy, and deep, putting every last ounce of his effort into indulging in every gasping choked cry and moan that graced the limited safety of his tent, “Ah-hah– Pi-pierro–ot– I-I– f-f-fuck– love you– love-you– haa love– you~”
“So perfect–!! Ouuh you said it first this time– you said it first–! I love you too~!” He was practically babbling as his face took shelter in your neck once more, “I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you–Say it again– Please–” Meeting you with yet another firm puncture into the peachy tenderness of your flesh.
Pain was a thing of the past to you by now as you just moaned back, “Ougghh– I-love-youu–”
“Again~” His tempo somehow quickened.
“Hah-fuck– love-you~ you’re gonna– break me–”
Without missing a beat and blazing hearts in his eyes he easily answered back, “Then I’ll put you.. back together again~ and again~ and again~”
Hilting himself flush to your hips, the cry that left you in the way the head of his cock punished the sucking caress of your cervix teasing him to try and push further left him gasping in delirium, “Ouhh you love it too, my lady~! I know you do~! Y-you're kissing me from the inside~! You’re practically pulling me in~! Is that what you want~? You want me.. deeper..?”
You couldn’t place what possessed you to cry out, “Yes!! Deeper!! Deeper-deeper-deeper– please-please-please– Pierrot– I-I’m cumming– I’m-cumminggg~!!” but he wasted no time giving you exactly what you asked for as he met your demands in a pace that could’ve knocked the wind from you.
Nearly whining at the fever of lust keeping you both in a state of unmatched ecstasy, he couldn’t seem to stop babbling in affectionate bursts, “Oooh~ Is that what did it for you darling~? You like it deep– you like me deep– you’re so hot inside– I can feel your heart pounding~!”
Some part of your mind had to wonder if he was trying to redefine and stake claim to the title of “beast with two backs”, before he knocked even that thought clean from you in the overwhelming swallow of his desire. Reaching up for him, your arms easily found their place around the strength of his shoulders with the rattling tune of his bells and the smacking kiss of your cunt eagerly welcoming him home over and over.
“Go on, scream for me.. just this once, I want to hear everything~ All for me~ I’ve got you~ Just let it all go~” Seeing the way your body submitted and your voice chimed in high cries, his liquid gaze fixed on the way your face twisted framed in the palms of his hands, “You’re so.. good for me~ Ouuhh good girl– my good girl– my.. mine.. mine-mine-mine–”
Before you could even finish the soul rattling that was washing over you, the sudden unusually hot fill of his own unraveling, sighing and whining, “You’re.. holding on so tight.. ooouhh.. my love~ You’re milking me..”
Pump after pump his mouth hung open in a heavy pant as his tongue showed off how gorgeous strawberry jam could look drizzled over lemons. Still, as his eyes flickered between your face and the heat catching the flood of him, you couldn’t help but notice the sparkle of pure affectionate desire he had for you that betrayed his display of devouring obsession he’d unleashed before.
Reluctant to leave any distance between you, he sat up only enough to tug the golden cording keeping his tunic sealed loose enough to let the fabric drip from his frame in an easy shimmy off his shoulders. The jingle of him untying the fastenings of the mantle still hanging over his bare shoulders sang in your mind like angelic gifts to soften the breath of the moment. A softly delirious huff of a chuckle left you as you admired the sculpt of his body while still sporting the cover of his hood with the sink of his weight trapping you back into the mattress as if it were just a part of him.
To snap your drifting mind back to the focus of him, he gave a firm buck against you, keeping himself sheathed in soft rolling bumps, “You took me so well~ Still.. taking me so well.. even after all that.. you’re making it hard.. impossible, even.. for me to stop.. you know~?” He hummed, sliding the smooth of his tongue over the night’s wounds still glimmering with the shine of fresh rubies spilling across your chest.
“Ooh.. look at you.. are your arms getting too heavy..? Your legs..?” He cooed, securing your drooping form around his waist, “Don't worry.. you can rest now.. but.. if I may, my dearest– Is it okay.. if I keep going.. for a little longer~? I’ll be gentle now.. I promise, my love~”
There wasn’t too much you could honestly say or do back as the darkness that had been creeping in your vision seemed to win the war as all you could muster was a soft, “Mm-hmm.. Pier.. rot..”
“Ooh.. you’re so good for me.. only me.. mine..” It seemed like whatever frenzy had his mind in madness had calmed with the assurance that you were nothing but wholly and totally his, pleading in whimpering gasps, “Please.. be good and let me keep you.. I'll protect you from everyone.. keep you all to myself.. just don't make me stop.. I don't want this to end..”
The low richness of his tone coated your mind in the syrup of his affection as the last thing he whispered fully settled you into the safety of his grasp, “Love you.. forever.. always.. only.. mine.”
★
Warming peanut oil and spinning sugar were the first things you could recognize beyond the fog still casting a shadow over your senses. Following that, came the jailing embrace of your fool that still kept you close to the centering warmth of his core, the tackiness of your connection proving how long he had kept you like that. Any attempt to try and remember anything that happened that led you to this point felt like meeting a brick wall. Only fractured pieces of events really came together, as you buried your face back into Pierrot’s chest.
There was a cake.. maybe? If nothing else, you remembered the way he kept you in his arms against the antique wash of rainbow carnival lights. And how he looked at you like he would tear down the stars one by one should they displease you. And.. being full. Really full.
“Are you awake, my love?”
“Mm..”
“Ah~ I was wondering when you would join me again~ I missed you while you slept~”
“Weren’t.. you sleeping..?” You mumbled, still keeping your face in the safety of his chest.
“.. yeah. For some of it~ But you were out for quite a while.. I was starting to worry.. I fear I may have given you maybe one too many bites in my excitement~”
Bites?
Leaning back from him a bit, your hand reached to let the brush of your fingerprints catch on new scabs littering the circumference of your collarbone, “Pierrot!” You snapped in a whispered mix of playfulness and honest concern for his excess.
Feeling him jump slightly at your sudden outburst, he quickly tried to ease you by soothing, “I would never do anything that would harm you.. or take you away from me– I may have.. gotten a little carried away, but it’s only because I couldn’t help myself with you– you were so vulnerable and wanting– please forgive me darling, I promise now that you’re awake.. I’ll get whatever you need~ Water, snacks, more rest– Please.. just let me take care of you..”
A dramatic sigh left you in a tease as you let yourself fall back into the protective cage of his embrace, “We’ll.. worry about that later..”
Delight pumped through him as you nested in against him once more, closing his arms around you tight and kissing your forehead, “Yes my love.. let me keep you safe while you rest.. I'm here.. always..”
Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw
CW: Dub-con (that's really it, this piece is fairly short)
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 808
Summary: Visions from a life you never lived and the desires of a god pushed to the edge of sanity finally reach a fever pitch in the realm of your dreams.
Notes: I was inspired by @gideonaweaponachild funny ass post that just wouldn't leave my brain and I figured I should make a post for my shit so I don't leave it shoehorned on someone else's post like a weirdo lol
Dusks and twilights seemed to blend into an endless golden haze through the clouds of your mind with nights plagued by his dreams. Messages left like dagger pinned notes in your thoughts played over and over with the brush of your steps trudging through ash day in and day out in your pilgrimage.
Dreams left on your tongue felt suffocating as each breath of him trying to fill your lungs with the remnants of the one he’d lost tried to swallow your being whole. A haunting wedding of blurred faces and untethered joyous eruptions from him held the shadow of a life he once lived. Infinite doors in a boundless hall that always lead back to him and the vision of your own frame laid bare and lifeless to be revived by your touch left you gasping in the crisp morning air.
Though, the longer this went on, the more desperate he seemed to become with his sorrow pouring over you in hot spills of molten desire that begged you near. An image buried into your mind, smiles and indecipherable chatter brought you into the sanctity of what was left of his mental garden, a safe haven of electric light and pleasure that wormed into the essence of your spirit. Paralyzed in your movement when he reached for you, it was as if you were in the skin of another, sitting passenger to a life you hadn’t lived in the warmth of his grip lacing with yours. Despite being unable to understand the flows of an ancient dialect dripping from his lips, something he said tied itself around in an insidious vice:
“I missed you.. Dearest Nerevar.. did you..”
You couldn’t shake it. Any of it. No matter how you were told these were the lies of a god scorn, the ache in your chest never ceased to scream out for him. In some ways, you almost wished these dreams would never end, a balm to your soul that you never knew you needed. Fingertips buzzing with something you refused to give name to as you settled into your bedroll once more, a creeping thought of what the Sharmat would leave unbound in your dreamscape this eve left the pound of your heart to betray you.
“My Lord, my Moon and Star, my Light– For centuries I have awaited you– bid plea to your rising once more– Come, Nerevar.. treachery of those Three against the beauty of your life– against us– have no place here. I forgive you. I only ask that you join me as you once did. Join me in glory. In blood. In desire unmet by the rot of time. The silks are still warm. Come, Nerevar. Come. Please.”
Desperation in his tone bled into your bones as this vision brought you into the flickering lamp stains of his chambers. As promised, the silks had been left warm, awaiting your return to your rightful place beneath the one who assured far more than fleeting pleasure. Even so, there were no further ties of sweet words now as he pressed you face down into the cushion of what he had prepared for your arrival.
Laid before him as a gift he had long since thought was lost to him, grunts of his need floated around your headspace in a delirious mix of heat and overwhelming fullness. Palm to the back of your skull, your gaze remained locked on the glimmering visage he’d discarded before you to breathe easier in his exertion. Be it shame or control, he dared not let you see the face behind the mask now as it stared you down with its trifolded sight laying upon you as the keeper of this moment.
Obscene harmonics from the wet of your union drove you mad until you felt the coil of a messy end drawing you completely under his spell. Sung praises of pleasure from him turned to a flood of adoration with the combined spill of your climaxes closed the cycle of his loneliness. Surely though it wasn’t enough with the secure of a crimson sash to your eyes, turning the dial up on his need unchained.
Bringing you to the seat of his lap, your favorite throne he quoted from your past life, he directed you to enjoy him for as long as you could stand it. Doing as you were told, for how could you deny him, it was if you had returned home after a war you didn’t remember signing up for. One turned to two, to three, to four, in a realm where exhaustion seemed to be a thing only mortals considered. Each shared kiss became a vow written in the starlight of time that nothing would ever separate the celestial bodies that had become one in defiance of destiny itself.
Summary: The quiet guy in your discord server decides to chat you up in the general vc, and as expected, has a lot more to unpack than you ever expected.
Notes: I was lazy and just posted the ugly default AO3 link when I first posted this, so I'm coming back and making it look nicer with new and improved tags lol
This piece doesn't specify who is really behind the mask, so whoever you want is up to you~
I had fun with this and left light references to the movies, Dead By Daylight, and Mortal Kombat to honor some of my favorite appearances of him-- hopefully it doesn't ruin the immersion lol
I don't usually leave notes, but it's been a while and I've adored all the comments and kudos I've gotten in my absence, cause at the end of the day, that's what will always bring me back. I love all your support and time reading this and hopefully I have more soon to come for you all!
Thank you again so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy! 🔪💕✨️
AO3 Link
This had become the nightly habit: get off work, make dinner, chill with the lads in a Discord call until bedtime. Mindlessly playing a game, you weren't surprised by the sound of someone joining the call, however you were surprised by who it was. He was a rando that had joined a while back, was nice enough, but didn't have much to say as he relegated himself to really only short replies or emoji reactions. You could have sworn he posted a thirst trap without his face in the #selfies channel, but you weren't 100% sure. When he would join calls he would always stay muted, opting to reply in the text chat or not at all, merely listening to and enjoying just being around the good times happening. All the same, you felt it rude to not say at least a little hello.
“Hey! How’re you doin’ tonight?”
“Hey there~”
The voice on the other side was low, having a bit of a flirtatious twang in the sigh of his greeting. Your heart skipped a beat, you weren't sure if he had ever spoken to you, much less anyone else in the server. And if you were being honest, he sounded kind of hot. Letting the giddy feeling ride, you tried to keep him talking since it was just the two of you.
“Woah–” You poked cheekily, “I dunno if I've heard you say anything before.”
“I'm more of a one-on-one kind of guy,” He offered smoothly, “But I enjoy listening to everyone having a good time.”
“Fair–”
The air fell dead as you wondered what to talk about next, letting him cut into the silence with a question, “So.. what's your favorite scary movie?”
Having just finished a server horror movie night not too long ago, the question felt like a natural segway into your interests, “Hmmnn that's actually a good question– I think if we're just talkin’ horror in general my first and favorite would have to be Silence Of The Lambs. The back and forth relationship between Clarice and Dr. Lecter was probably one of the most challenging to my mind at the ripe age of twelve, since then I've loved horror that has a female protagonist that is put under pressure by the killer to make difficult choices and solve the puzzle he left for her.
“But– that's not to say pieces like Substance or Midsommer aren't incredible mentally challenging works of art to me, I love both, along with movies like The Empty Man, Smile, It Follows, The VVitch, The Void, V/H/S–”
He cut your train with a light chuckle, “I definitely want to know which you thought was better, Smile or It Follows, but I meant to ask, what’s your favorite slasher movie?”
You gave this one a lot more consideration as your heart swelled with a damning excitement at the thought of your favorite killers, “That's such a hard choice! Of course Micheal Myers from <i>Halloween</i> is like everyone's big daddy– but I think if I had to choose it would have to be Stab! Ghostface is just a lot more fun, playful, and let's be honest– horny.”
“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Why's that?”
How his tone seemed to curl at the end of his words made your chest tighten and a heat rise to your cheeks, “I mean, at the heart of it.. the voice actor responsible for his voice changer in the movie said that his tone is flirtatious, beyond that– between the fact that the first Ghostface seemed to get off on the idea of causing his object of obsession, Sidney, the most pain possible by the mocking of her mother being the town bicycle and it's even pointed to at the end of the movie that the two who were behind the Ghostface killings were the same two that brutalized Sidney's mother–”
“Goddamn–” Nearly groaning his words as he cut you off, he cleared his throat and pressed, “Good girl~ You sure do know your stuff.” Praising you with words that melted like chocolate over your tongue, your mind tilted at his words, ‘Good girl’.
Good girl?!
“Excu–”
“I fuckin’ love girls like you–” He went on, swearing you could hear the ache of him through the call, “Your type always knows how really appreciate us..”
‘Us’?
Before you could get a word in, he went on, “Buuut it looks like that's my cue– I hope you're ready for some fun this evening.” Leaving the conversation with the disconnect sound chiming through your ears in silence to process what just happened.
The sound of him leaving the call let a wash of relief run over you, only lasting for a moment as the floor creaking caught your attention with arms wrapping you in a winding embrace. Having your arms pinned at your sides, your hands flailed looking for any sort of way out. Only, the way your grip seemed to find his length caged behind his pants before skirting over to the long hunting knife strapped to his leg, making your struggle against him stop with a gasp.
“Yeah.. that's all for you Babe, whatever you need– so.. let's behave.. alright..?” The same voice that was lingering in your headset only moments ago was in high definition against your back.
Firmly pressing his hand over your mouth, you froze as someone else joined the empty call with you, “Hey you there?”
Your headphones loud enough for him to hear, an uneasy pause passed between you two as his hold over your lips lessened, “Yeah-” He let you breathe through his nitrile gloved fingers.
“Good, kinda glad he's gone, he's chill and all, but it kinda bugs me that he's just in here just dead-ass silent all the time. Fuckin’ weird.”
Looking over your shoulder a bit to get any sort of a look at him, you were only met with the deep black drooping eyes framed by a gasping bone white mask. Familiarity of the visage made your heart drop into your stomach, forcing you to chew on the harsh fact that that same familiarity you knew to fear, also brought the flutter of butterflies in with it.
A rough bump of his hips to your back-end snapped you out of your own mind and made you bark out, “Uh– Same– he is kinda weird, I've– talked to him a little bit and he just– seems like a bit of a creep..”
“Oooh shit whaddaya mean?”
He peered over your shoulder to look at you, curious to see how you would pull this along as his other hand pushed at the elastic of your pajama bottoms, “He uh– waited for everyone to leave– and then started hella chatting me up–”
“Are you good? It sounds like you're doing something.”
Eyeing him, the slight nod of his head coaxed you to keep talking while his fingers made their home in exploring your heat, “Yeah I'm fine– I think I pulled a muscle and I–”
“Oh shit– sorry, one sec– groceries are here, I'll be back in a minute!”
At the sound of her disconnection he lifted you up with a near effortless toss onto the bed, wasting no time crawling on top of you to get at what little clothing was left with his blade. Watching the fabric dance away from your frame, he gripped your wrist as you tried to switch your mic off.
“Go on.. stay in that call.. let ‘em all know what a stagy little whore you are.” He pushed, lifting the hem of his hoodie above the glimmer of the silver button hiding his length behind the black denim.
No time was wasted getting into you, making himself at home between your legs with a few rough thrusts and shivering grunts that made your mind twist. Squirming under him the grit falling off his boots into your blankets made you buck against him in frustration, earning a low sigh from him as his beat picked up.
“Mmn if you keep fighting me.. I'll gut you like a fucking pig.” Groaning into your ear, the delicate touch of his knife teased itself between your breasts.
Defiance sparked in you to bite back, “If we're– oh god– following the rules, you'll just do it anyway–”
The blade pulled its edge against your skin, splitting you like a ripe peach under its cut, “True.. but the killer's favorite little slut never dies.. she's gotta make it to the sequel, the trilogy, hell! Maybe a whole fuckin’ saga..”
Suddenly ringing in your ear the sound of the bluetooth assistant chimed,
Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.
You held your lips tight as the length of him pushed to the hilt over and over, letting the air in the call stay dead as your friend and others passed through, thinking you were away from your keyboard.
“What’s wrong? Suddenly have nothing to say? I thought you liked the idea of being yanked around by a big man with a knife? Little different than on the big screen, ain't it Babe?”
You could practically hear him purring behind the mask, his pace slowing to deep grind as you felt the rub of his metal pants zipper dig into your skin like a threat.
“Mmmm– remember a couple weeks back– we were all watching that scary movie– when you wouldn't shut the fuck up about how you wanted to ride that slashers cock like a carnival ride– fuck you don't know what that did to me– hearing you get all giddy about bouncing on dick after a kill– goddamn you don't have a fuckin’ clue– how bad I wanted bust through that fuckin’ window and tear you apart–”
Gripping his palm across your eyes to pin your head to the bed, the unrelenting barrage of what came was less of a kiss and more of a hostile takeover of your senses. You couldn't tell how long you were left to his devices, using you with the excitement of a new sex doll he'd been waiting months for. The fight in you began to fade with the swipe of your tongue to his, earning the zeal of him rutting into you harder.
“See.. I knew you'd love it..”
Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.
Dipping down to your chest to kiss the fresh wound that lay spilling blood around your breasts, taking in the heavy scent of your rubies like a jewel thief making his biggest heist. Slipping his free hand over your chest to the slick of your nipple made you gasp as a perfect distraction before pulling his mask back down. Adorning his usual visage now laid a smeared print of your life in blinding crimson, letting that be the first and only thing you saw as he let you have your vision back in the darkness. Against the blur of your eyes readjusting from the pressure of his weight on them, the dip of his frame dropping against yours with his hands gripping the sides of your head in a vice made you dizzy with a feral beat between your legs. Throughout his treatment you didn't feel that familiar latex rub of a barrier between you, forcing your stomach into a twist as his panting behind the mask got heavier.
The first grace of the evening came when you finally heard the powering down beeping of your headset giving its last bit of juice before cutting out. Unbound by the fear of being heard, your voice let out a moan that vibrated the silence of the dead air room. Relaxing a little under him, he pushed your rear up, angling himself better to pump deep before running his fingers over the tacky blood joining the fresh on your chest in a macabre mess. Having the dig of his fingertips into the open wound weeping from you was a new kind of violation before he breathed out a shaken manic pleasure from the mask that captivated you.
“Oh fuck– I'm going to smear your blood over my every fucking pore!” The bubbling frenzy in his tone gave away his devouring bliss as it promised to swallow you whole.
Honestly, you weren't long for the session either way as he found just the right spot to rub his tip into the soft warmth of you hugging his length and perfect grind of his mound against your bud aching to come undone. Seeing him watch you in those last moments before you went over the edge was enough to send you there as you trembled and cried out under his grip. Moaning and reaching to touch him in any way you could, you couldn't get enough of him as your body craved the closeness it needed. Expecting swift punishment for the affection, he surprised you by taking your hand in his, slowing his pace. Lacing your fingers as one, the gentle caress of his thumb to your skin had your rose colored glasses as red as they could be. Watching with a affectionately hazed gaze while he pinned you down, your skin when cold as his words dripped from his lips like sweet poison:
“You think you're getting away that easy? I'm just gonna cum and that be that? No.. I prepared for this all day. You're not goin’ fucking anywhere.”
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