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It's kinda my birthday today ๐๐ but can I request pierrot or Harlequin or just any of tfc characters reacting to you slapping their ass ๐ณ pleaaasee for my birthday โ๏ธ
โ slap my a*s like a drum!
pierrot, harlequin, jester, ticket taker, doctor (separately) x f!reader
synopsis: you slapped his ass to check his reaction, even if you probably shouldn't have do it for the seek of your safety.
tags: soft, humour, sfw, but suggestive.
wc: 1.3k. (totally)
pierrot
this human gesture of affection (or whatever it was) was an unknown thing for poor pierrot. he couldnโt even consider doing something like this, because it stung, didnโt it? for him, it was something like an act of violence, and he could never show any violence towards you.
but little does he know youโd be the one whoโll pull this trick on him.
he didnโt think youโd do something like this. no, it was usual, normal sunday, he was discussing something with the jester, knowing youโd be wandering around the circus ground. he gave you necessary freedom. and he tied harlequin up, so no one could possibly harm you.
one moment he nodded, considering his friendโs words, next moment โ he felt a sharp pain.
the loud โslapโ echoed through air, and pierrot freezed. he thought it was harlequin (for some reason, but this bastard could do anything to annoy you), but judging by jesterโs laugh, it wasnโt him.
it was you.
you just slapped his ass. and his first reaction was deep, red blush. he didnโt move, didnโt turn around to look at your proud, teasing smile. he just stood there, being a blushing mess, becauseโฆ or, you touched his ass! it was kindaโฆ intimate, didnโt it?
for him.
for you, it was nothing but a desire to rile him up. but for pierrot, it was something like a gesture of pure devotion.
โthis little pet will make you kneel next,โ jester commented, soft, low chuckle escaped his lips, but pierrot didnโt listen to him.
finally, he turned to look at you. his face was glimmering with so many emotions: embarrassment, happiness, obsession. his usual mix, per ce. even if you expected different type of reaction, you couldnโt help but giggle.
โyou liked it, didnโt you?โ you asked, even if you already knew the answer. it wasnโt hard to understand him when he stood in front of you looking like a happy puppy.
โi did, my lady. would you mind doing it again?โ he said, taking a few steps closer, until his tall figure loomed over your petite frame. โorโฆ would you mind letting me do it?โ
harlequin
harlequin always teased you with his words or with his actions. you could do nothing against his desire to mock you, to make you look all shy and frustrated, because you werenโt like him. no, you werenโt a type of person who was afraid of everything, but you couldnโt exactly match his freak.
you thought about revenge, though. you thought about teaching him a lesson, otherwise heโd keep walking with this irritating expression of his, but, gladly, one day your sharp mind chose one option, and you didnโt wait to start acting on your impulses.
you picked up perfect timing. when he granted you with another of his oh-so smart remarks and turned around to leave, that was time when you struck. that was time when you could possibly make him to feel embarrassed.
your palm connected with his butt with a thundering โslapโ. you smirked, patting his back then, and decided to speak.
โnice ass, harlequin. turn your back to me more ofte.at least i can admire the view,โ you said, and you believed itโd throw him of the guard.
but instead, you heard him laughing. yes, he was... entertained and amused. but he wasnโt shocked โ not exactly, at least he didnโt show it when he faced you with the sharp grin.
โadmire the view? oh, my darling, if thatโs what youโre thinking about... i think i can give you more views to admire,โ he said, approaching you with grace of predator. โor... i can admire something as well. and if you are a good girl, youโll deserve a good slapโ.
jester
for a moment, the devil got the better of you. you knew exactly what kind of mosnter the jester was. you knew he didnโt particularly like being touched, and you knew that messing with him was dangerous. ย but today you were in a playful mood. and the jester is especially handsome, i suppose. thatโs why you couldnโt help yourself. thatโs why you let yourself be carried away by silly, fleeting impulses.
the jester was about to go away for a few minutes. he wanted to say something to the doctor. but as soon as he turned away, you lightly slapped his butt with your palm.
โjust donโt be long, i donโt want to wait,โ you say, pouting. โokay?โ
oh, no, nothing was okay โ it was as clear as a day when he slowly and dangerously turned to face you, his expression betrayed nothing of his inner turmoil. was he surprised? definetely. his little pet had never dared to be so bold before. was he pleased? kind of. was he about to show you what you you could and couldnโt do? obviosly.
โwhat was that, my little pet?โ the jester asked and smiled, but his smile made you shiver and took a step back. โare you feeling especially... reckless today?โ
โwhat? canโt i slap my boyfriendโs ass?โ you said, poor attempt to act all confident and unbothered by a real threat.
โof course, you can,โ the jester answered deceptively calm. โoly if your boyfriend slap you as well. and maybe not on the buttโ.
ticket taker
youโd been thinking about this for ages. well, what could you do? even if he was a monster, he always had a great ass. no wonder youโd long dreamed of feeling it under your hand.
the evening at the circus was coming to an end, work was done, and you realized the moment had come. standing next to him by the exit and seeing off the last guests, you gave his butt a playful slap.
โgreat job! now we can finally relax!โ you said, as if nothing had happened.
he froze. did you just...? no, you couldnโt. in front of his crew? no, you werenโt that reckless to do something like that, but the sharp sting told him a different story, as he was practically forced to believe that you actually slapped his ass.
gladly, his mask showed nothing. or so he thought, but you could see the way he was naturally embarassed by your little trick.
โdonโt do that again,โ he said, but his voice was lack of real danger. โor else iโll do the sameโ.
โthat was my initial plan, thank you very much,โ you smiled, making him feel even more... whatever things he felt at this moment.
โthen letโs go to my tent,โ the ticket taker said. โand if youโre storng enough, you can slap me however you wantโ.
doctor
the doctor knew and saw many things. he knew what people did and didnโt do. he knew the various ways they showed their affection and other things. and you knew that he knew everything. itโs just that, in the doctorโs view, you were a slightly different kind of person. and you definitely wouldnโt be capable of doing something like that.
so when you followed him around the tent like a little lost puppy, he didnโt suspect a thing. he wasnโt thinking about anything. heโd even forgotten you were there. he was busy with another task.
that was a perfect setting for your not-so-perfect plan.
and then a loud sound echoed through the ward. and he felt a stinging blow to his butt.
you thought his usual composure would crack. after all, even if monsters like him had to have weak spots, didnโt they?
but instead of feeling embarrassed or anything like that, he just sighed heavily. the doctor turned around, crossed his arms over his chest, and gave you a disapproving look.
โmy body doesnโt respond to that kind of stimulation,โ he declared. โbut we can checkโฆ how your body responds.โ
guys I'm here unfortunately. last few days (weeks??? idk) has been hectic, I don't have time and energy to be active, but i see your requests! I'll do my best to return as soon as possible <3
Soooo you know the scenario about pierrots horns being sensitive and my comment about riding him while holding his horns can you maybe possibly write itt
โ ride me!
pierrot x f!reader.
synopsis: it was supposed to be an innocent encounter, but pierrot wanted you so badly, and you end up riding him and making him a mess by holding his sensitive horns.
tags: mdni, nsfw, femdom (sort of), cowgirl, creampie, dirty talks, overstimulation.
wc: 1.7k.
this encounter was supposed to be an innocent one. you planned to spend time with pierrot after yet another shift, hug him tightly and complain about customers who were rude to you. you even picked up a movie, the one that can be interesting for pierrot as well. you wanted a romantic date in the dim light of your tiny apartment, because it was everything you needed.
but pierrot had another idea in mind. he didnโt know the reasons, but his body ached for you more than usual. he was good at reigning his desires most of the time, being considerate of your state and circumstances. yeah, he wanted you all the time. if he was given an opportunity, he probably could please you for days without any breaks, but he held back due to your weak, human body which was unable to cope with his monstrous passion.
tonight, anyway, he acted different, his skin felt hot from the moment he opened his eyes at the hotel. pierrot was restless, he saw you in his dreams, and you were amazing. he was sure she could hear your needy moans even if he moved through the day, acting like a proper little clown, but his mind was elsewhere. he couldnโt care less about harlequinโs jokes and attempts to rile him up. no one existed in his world, except you.
so when you came back home, he was already here. you didnโt have time to ask how the fuck he entered your apartment since he didnโt have keys because his lips covered yours. and you didnโt have to be a genius to sense a strong need in the way his tongue moved around your lower lip, demanding for an entrance. he was gentle, he was careful, but heโd be damned if he didnโt taste you all right now. heโd go crazy if he didnโt have you on the bed, naked and moaning for him.
he was more impatient than he usually was. it took him aboutโฆ one minute to throw you on the bed, but not before he tore off your clothes, including your underwear. he whispered something about buying a new one, because the poor fabric didnโt handle his rough claws, and you managed to see pathetic scraps on the floor before you were distracted by his skilled touch again (despite being a virgin before meeting you, he was a quick learner).
he was just quick. he made you cum in the matter of seconds, and it drove him to madness. not giving you a single opportunity to take a break, he had you on top of him โ breathless, with your cheeks flashed, with your gaze darkened with lust. and, what was more essential than any of these, you wanted more, you wanted to indulge in his every whim.
โride me,โ pierrot asked. now, it wasnโt a simple request. it was a plea, it was a pray for your mercy, he wanted you so bad it physically hurt him not to be inside you.
you had hesitated only for a second, before slowly but surely you sunk down on his length. the stretch was painful โ pierrot had a big, thin dick, and he couldnโt do anything about it. his heart clenched when he was a flicker of discomfort across his face. a small frown tugger at the corner of his lips, and the pleasure from your warm walls hugging tightly was clouded by his concern.
whine escaped his lips anyway, his hands rushed to your hips, holding your steadily. as much as he was dying to slam into your awaiting heat in one thrust to the hilt, he didnโt want to hurt you. he was a monster, but his personality was reduced to a devoted worshiper.
โslower, my lady, take it slower if you need to,โ he whispered, caressing your hips and leaving hot, open-mouth kisses all over your neck. it was his way to soothe your pain, and it always worked perfectly well, and this time wasnโt an exception.
pushing aside any remains of the discomfort, you started moving your hips. slowly, sorely slowly, but you couldnโt force yourself to wait any longer. even if you wanted this encounter to be pure and innocent at first, pierrot had a knack for waking up your desperate, needy side. and once you tasted his caresses, you always ached for more and more. and it didnโt matter what he gave to you: a simple kiss, a gentle nip on your shoulder, or a demanding squeeze of your waist. everything could set your body on fire.
throwing his head back, pierrot hissed through his clenched teeth. his grip on your hips became tighter, but he didnโt control any of your movements, he let you take control because thatโs what he wanted, thatโs what he needed more than he needed air to breath.
โfuck, my lady, you make me feel so goodโฆ your walls squeeze me so tight, you want to milk me dry, donโt you, my love?โ he whined, and he didnโt last even a minute before his gaze was on you again, watching your face as you rode him.
pierrot was the egoist when it came to you, and his ego grew with every moan you let out. your hips moved faster; with every thrust, you took him a little deeper, and pierrot had to bite his lower lip until it bled to keep from flipping you over and taking control himself.
โfaster,โ he begged, unaware of how painfully your thighs were burning from that position. โmy lady, youโre torturing me. faster, i beg you, move fasterโ.
โi canโt,โ you whimpered pathetically, and as he thrusted his hips to meet your movements halfway, it made you stumble, and you almost lost your balance, but gladly you found something to hold to hold onto.
your fingers wrapped around his horns, you touched a sensitive part of his body, and pierrot let out the most pitiful, high-pitched moan you had ever heard from him. he fell back onto the pillows. his body no longer obeyed him. he was at your mercy, and you knew how to handle your precious man.
โpleaseโฆโ he sobbed, looking at you with the tears in his half-lidded eyes. โplease, my ladyโฆ donโt stopโฆ touch me more, iโm all yoursโฆโ
you didnโt hear him. you couldnโt hear him. but the tone of his voice echoed as a burning hit in your lower abdomen. riding him mercilessly, you leaned closer, your hard nipples were pressed against his scarred chest, and pierrot jolted, his hands fell on the bedsheet, grabbing fabric.
you moved on the pure intincts alone, and your hands didnโt leave his horns even for a second. you grabbed them tighter when the tip of his dick touched that spongy spot inside your pussy, forcing loud moans from both of you. then you caressed them gently, wanting nothing but soothe him. this gesture was supposed to tell him that you were there, that he made you feel so good, but he didnโt get the implications of that because he was absorbed with pleasure and desire to fill you to the brim.
the rough texture of his horns stung, but you didnโt pay attention to this fact. gripping them tighter, you gradually moved your hips faster and faster, ignoring the burning sensation in your thighs. you were close. and pierrot was close too, judging by how eagerly he thrust his hips toward you.
โso good... my lady, iโm so close, you... i want to mark you so badly. i want you driping with my seed for days, i.. please, squeeze me, squeeze me, please, please,โ he managed to whisper between strained moans.
at this point, he didnโt have a clue about what he was begging to. did he want you to squeeze his dick? or did he want you to squeeze his horns? or maybe did he want you to squeeze both his horns and dick? but you decided what he needed. you, despite being in a haze of need and pleasure, solved this little problem of his, driving him mad.
he arched in his back when your walls pulsated around his cock, your hands gripped his horns tighter as you stopped. your orgasm crashed you as a vivid wave, your vision went blank and your body shuddered violently. and pierrot followed you quickly, he couldnโt hold back any longer.
streams of his semen painted your contracting walls white. he finally found the strength to grab your hips and hold you still... even though you were already frozen in place. but he needed every single drop to be inside you. every single one. even if he came a lot and the biggest part of his white liquid dripped down your thighs, onto his pelvis.
you probably came to your senses after about five minutes. and for those five minutes, you lay on pierrot, holding onto his horns, while he stroked your thighs with soothing movements. your thighs stopped burning, but you couldnโt move away anyway, because his grip on you was firm.
โare you okay, my lady?โ pierrot asked you gently. โdo you want me to bring you something? should i give you massage or a bottle of water?โ
when you let go of his horns, you heard his disappointed sigh, which made you smile. pierrot had always been incredibly sweet and silly during your intimate moments. he almost pouted, because he couldn't stand the loss of your warmth all over his body, but he couldnโt really complain. he was still inside you, after all.
โno, itโs fine. after all, weโre not done yet, arenโt we?โ you said teasingly, ad his disappointment quickly morphed into pure, childish happiness.
but didnโt expect him to take control. he wanted you to ride him, holding his horns, again.
synopsis: you didn't know how to draw his attention, so his horns looked especially appealing... and his warning was ignored.
tags: mdni, suggestive, humor, harlequin is being an ass, relationship development.
wc: 1.5k.
โค part w. pierrot (click).
lying on his side, harlequin lazily scrolled through videos on your phone; he had the days off, that was why heโd moved into your apartment. heโd eaten through your entire food supply (no surprise there), stolen your clothes (he was lucky you wore oversized ones), and completely ignored you.
your light attempts to attract his attention by asking him to at least turn around and acknowledge your presence were brushed off by his irritated sigh and requests to leave him alone. he had guts, acting like he was the owner of this place when he was the one who barged in your small apartment without your permission (as he had said, he didnโt need one to be here).
anyway, you didnโt want to spend your night like this: sharing the bed with the monster who couldnโt even glanced at you. who couldnโt even talk to you because he was too busy watching some stupid videos on the phone that wasnโt his. it was a pure torture, really, but it was harlequin we were talking about. he was an obnoxious ass when he wanted to be, and even if sometimes he could actually spare mercy, most of the time you couldnโt stand him (romantically, but you wouldnโt admit it out loud).
โdonโt you want to talk?โ you murmur, making another attempt to start a conversation.
โno, i donโt,โ he says, but his focused remains on the screen in front of his eyes.
fucking bastard with no shame.
snorting, you look at his back and wonder what else you can do in this incredibly stupid situation. you tried to force him into the conversation, you poked his side (and then spend about ten minutes with one of his tentacles around your wrist), and you even insulted him. none of these worked: it was like he was immune to your annoying self.
and then your gaze drifts to his horns โ thatโs the solution. when he first took off his hat and mask, he told you to avoid touching his horns. he didnโt give you a reason for this warning, but you decided not to push your luck. after all, it was harlequin โ he didnโt lie (most of the time, once again), and you didnโt want to be tied by his tentacles (it happened more than once because you were acting like a brat and he didnโt know how to deal with it).
but now, it is the only remaining option. if he wants to act like a complete nasty joke, well, youโll be nastier than him and eventually win this little game.
consequences of your dangerous actions will be damned, youโre as reckless as harlequin when time demands.
so, as you stretch your arm and your fingers hover his horns, he jerks his shoulder and shoots you a disapproving, withering glance. it is enough to make you freeze and hesitate, because he does look dangerous when he has this fire in his emerald eyes.
โdonโt,โ harlequin says, and reluctantly, you withdraw your hand.
harlequin, hoping you're smart enough, he turns his attention back to your phone. he's watching yet another video of a kitten when you smile slyly. no, this time, you wonโt back down. it's a matter of your honor and dignity. thatโs why when he forgets about your presence yet again, you quickly raises your hand, taking advantage of the fact that he is distracted by cute little animals. and this time, he couldn't react. this time, you won.
your fingers wrap around his horn. the texture of that part of his body is... unusual. you can feel small, rough scales, but they arenโt hard. in fact, they feel rather pleasant to the touch. and harlequin doesnโt move. he freezes, but you, too elated by your victory, donโt notice that the beast is waiting to strike.
and you doesnโt notice his reaction too, which is a great mistake. harlequin doesnโt even try to hide the way his body shivers every time when you run your fingers up and down his horn. heโs struggling here, heโs trying to ignore this bodyโs reaction when you snuggle closer.
with your chest practically pressed against his back, you keep playing. you keep touching his horns, making it impossible for him to hold back. but, once again, why should he hold back? being a straightforward mess is a part of his personality, and youโve been warned before. now you can be punished for disobidience.
or maybe thatโs what harlequin tells himself as the heat of desire spreads through his body. he takes a deep breath, but the sweet bliss of pleasure has paralyzed him. he feels good. too good.
itโs sickeningly good. the fact that a single touch has turned him into a puddle. the feelings of your hand cupping his horn. fuck, he wishes your hand would cup something else instead. he swears your gentle fingers would look so much better around his throbbing dick, and the mere thought makes him groan and come out of a trance.
moving with the inhuman speed, harlequin looms over you, and you canโt help but swallow nervously, seeing the glint of intense desire in his eyes. this gaze canโt be mistaken for something else โ he looked like that when he did nothing but sought pleasure.
and if you thought you were oh so funny, teasing him like that, then he had to show you how funny he can be.
โhaving fun, arenโt we, darling?โ he muses, his tongue darts our as he leans dangerously closer to be able to see the flickers of emotions written all over your face. โdidnโt i tell you to behave?โ
โdid you just call me disobedient again?โ you chuckle, regaining your composure quickly. you underestimated his condition โ as usual, your interaction is nothing but a big joke for you, expect for the fact than one person here isnโt laughing. โat least i know how to draw your attentionโ.
as to emphasize your point, you bring your second hand to his horn, enveloping this part of his body in your warm. you caress them tenderly, giggling under your breath as harlequinโs lips open. heโs about to moan โ pathetically, shamelessly, but he holds back. heโs better than that. he wonโt ever whimper like a fucking whore just because some stupid reckless human got too touchy.
even if this human makes him feel things he didnโt know was even possible. no one dared to push their luck with him โ harlequin dominated over all those people he shared the bed with, but you were an exception. he let you rile him up for the fun of it and he was ready to strike in any moment.
too bad it was too late to stop now.
โoh, my dangerous dear,โ harlequin hums, two soft, wet tentacles touch your thighs, spreading them wider and making a room for him. โtrust me, you have more than my attention nowโ.
โmore?โ you gulp as harlequin presses his groin against your closed pussy, leaving no doubt about his physical reaction to your touch. โwait, is it becauseโฆโ
and now everything falls into place. and you, losing yourself for a moment, squeeze both his horns in your hands, and thatโs when harlequinโฆ hisses under his breath, burying his nose in your neck and taking a deep breath. eventually, your sweet smell only drives him crazy more and more.
oh, to hell with you and your delicate little hands. if you squeeze his horns one more time, heโll cum right in his pants.
โyeah,โ he chuckles, licking your delicious skin and making you shiver. โthis part of my body isโฆ especially sensitive, my dear. i warned you, didnโt i?โ
dumbass. you couldn't have known he'd react like that. what a jerk. he didn't say a word. he didn't warn you at all! oh well... never mind. it's not like you're really against it.
after all, you caught harlequin's attention precisely because you were reckless.
โhow sensitive are your horns?โ you ask with interest as your fingernails slide gently lower.
you watch his every reaction with interest and feel his breathing gradually getting heavier and heavier. a blush spreads across his face, and god help you, but heโs on the verge.
โand donโt you feel how much?โ harlequin hisses, his hips grind against your pussy, letting you feel how fucking much this ordeal is driving him completely crazy. โdonโt worry, iโll show youโ.
the grip of his tentacles around your thighs tightens, and he presses his lips against the soft skin of your neck until your grip on his horns loosens.
well, at least you won. and now heโll be all yours until morning.
synopsis: a sudden idea pops in your mind. what will happen if you touch his horns?
tags: fluff, suggestive, established relationship, pierrot is being a pupppy.
wc: 1.2k.
โค part w. harlequin (click).
hiding from haunting eyes, responsibilities and cruelty, you spend your free time with pierrot, who often visits your flatโฆ no, he practically lives there, abandoning the circus just to see you more often than usual. constant performances and your job can keep you to apart, but by the end of the day, you find yourself in the same position as before.
resting his face on your chest, pierrot eventually smiles and babbles something under his nose, as you lie here, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of you. neither of you try to engage in the conversation: pierrot is too busy with your presence, and youโre too busy staring at his horns.
youโre not frightened โ you saw his inhuman features a lot of times before, as much as his long claws, pale skin and wild, unnatural gaze. you came to terms with the fact that he wasnโt a normal clown โ he wasnโt a person; he was a fantastic creature, but as long as he was so gentle and loving, you didnโt mind it at all. someone could consider you crazy, and, yeah, you were crazy in love with him and his damn horns.
an interesting idea pops in your mind when your curiosity outweighs self-preservation instinct. and you should ask his permission before you act on your sudden impulses, but this thought isnโt important, is it?
because what could possibly be more interesting than his reaction? you never ever touched his horns. it wasnโt like you were prohibited from doing so, more likely you didnโt dwell on this detail. you took it for granted, you knew they were there, but that was all. that was in the past, by the way, your present self doesnโt think so.
would he like it? would he stare at you with his usual lovesick expression? would he be mad? ah, it doesnโt matter. the worst reaction is him hurting you, but pierrot would never do this, you know he wouldnโt.
so, as confident in yourself as ever, you slowly but surely run your hand down his hair. pierror doesnโt flinch โ he used to this kind of intimacy between you two, he adores when you get all touchy and gentle with him. that works in your favor. your lovely boyfriend doesnโt suspect anything, his body language is relaxed, but his grip on your waist is still tight.
then, after a few seconds of distracting his attention, you move your hand a little higher. the moment of truth arrives. carefully, with your fingertip, you trace from the tip of the horn to its base, as pierrot raises his head and looks at you in astonishment.
his eyes show no anger, no pain, no discomfort. surprise. that's the best word to describe the emotions floating from his gaze. and thereโs something else, something you canโt put your finger on. yet.
โmy lady,โ he stutters โ actually stutters, as he tries to regain his composure and doesnโt show you what you shouldnโt see. โwhat are you doing?โ
โah, nothing, my dear,โ you say, your face is adorned with a lovely smile. โis there something wrong?โ
somewhat pleased by the lack of any annoyance or irritation from his side, you wrap your slender fingers around one of his horns, and poor pierrot jolts. he drops his head back on your chest, his heart is beating like crazy, heโs ready to explord from the sheer sensation of your soft hand caressing that part of his body.
he feels illegally good. he melts from the tenderness with which your skilled fingers treat his rough but sensitive horns.
โn-no, thereโs nothingโฆ ah, my lady,โ he says, the way his voice hitches make his answer sound like something between a moan and whine. โjustโฆ stop, pleaseโฆโ
pierrot fidgets on the bed, his grip on your waist becomes almost painful. he doesn't show his face, but you can hear how hard he's breathing when you grab his second horn. you do the same. you wrap your hand around it, move it up and down, up and down...
โdo you want me to stop, pierrot?โ you ask teasingly, but the underlying softness and fondness in your voice is unmistakable. โdoesnโt it feel good?โ
he fidgets yet again. he doesnโt want you to feel what this little situation does to his body. he doesnโt want you to feel his throbbing desire, but itโs obvious, isnโt it? pierrot is practically shaking with the efforts to hold back another groan.
and if this monster had a tail, he would be wagging it like a little puppy right now.
โit does, my lady, it feels so good, butโฆโ he murmurs and suddenly raises his head to look at you.
his pale cheeks are nothing but redness. his eyes, which used to look at you with love and affection, now burn with passion and intense desire. he loves every moment of this, but thereโs a problem. if you keep this up, he wonโt be able to control himself.
โbutโฆ iโm afraid iโll lose my mind, my lady,โ he admits sheepishly. โhorns are the most sensitive part of my body, which whyโฆ ahโฆโ
judging by the look on your face, you see what your caresses are doing with him. you already know heโs especially sensitive there even before he could say it, but you clearly underestimate the influence of your actions. but as long as you can make him feel good, youโll play this game.
โthen lose control, my dear,โ you whisper sweetly.
then you scratch the horn with your nails, trying a different approach. after all, thereโs a lot of things you can possibly do with his lovely horns, you canโt miss such an interesting opportunity. pierrot hisses through his teeth; sensations borderline on painful, but it still makes the fire of desire burn brighter and brighter in his chestโฆ and in other parts of his body as well.
but he got your permission. which means thereโs no point of return now, and he can be as wild as you let him to be.
โpromise me you wonโt stop,โ pierrot says when his long, wet tongue touches your neck, and this gesture already predicts a hot, sleepless night for you.
he always gets particularly aroused when he's with you. he could always get aroused even from a simple touch on his hand. but now you've done much more. you're doing much more. because your other hand is touching his horn too. because you're still caressing them slowly, and pierrot lets out a low, plaintive moan.
โi promise,โ you manage to say before he presses his lips against yours in gentle yet demanding kiss.
but there is only one thought in your head. maybe you should touch his horns to make him a whining mess a little more often.
synopsis: you fell in love with harlequin and pierrot, and instead of choosing one of them, you took them both.
tags: polyamory, relationship development, kisses, threesomes, references to blood and violence, fluff, nsfw, marks, possessive behaviour.
wc: 1.7k.
neither harlequin nor pierrot considered the option of being together with you at the same time. it was obvious that pierrot wanted you to be his alone. and harlequin wanted to be loved too, at least once in a blue moon. they both tried for a long time to earn your love and attention. but when you told them that you couldn't choose? well, pierrot almost cried, and harlequin made a very sour face.
and then they fought, badly, it didnโt happen in front of you, after all, both didnโt want you to witness the violence, but it happened anyway. harlequin ended with seven wounds, pierrot wasnโt any better, and the main reason behind two hours violence was you. pierrot blamed harlequin for messing with your mind, and harlequin did exactly the same, but they ended in your flat, covered in blood, pierrotโs face is full of guilt (when you turned your head away, there was a hint of pure hatred as well), harlequinโs face showed none of his emotions.
they bickered and argued even in front of you, without knives that time, but they couldnโt stop themselves anyway. two monsters were too frustrated with the situation, your presence and the way you tried to treat their wounds did nothing to soothe their frustration, but they did cross a line, because you couldnโt stand the fact that they were ready to kill each other for you. and as soon as you started scolding them like puppies, they finally closed their mouth. you told them everything you thought. you told them the bad person here was you, and if they were so mad with the whole situation, they should be mad at you. and it worked.
the next moment words left your mouth, harlequin was right next to you, and pierrot knelt in front of you, grabbing your hands and begging you to take back your words, while harlequin told you not to be so dumb, because neither of them thought you were the main problem. they didn't want you to blame yourself for anything, and that night they didn't argue anymore. they spent their time trying to calm you down, each in their own way. pierrot kept whispering how much he loved you, and harlequin called you an idiot several times for coming to this conclusion. however, they understood. violence won't solve anything, there was no point in fighting, it will only hurt you. and they didnโt want you to suffer.
negotiations took three days. pierrot and harlequin disscused what they could do, and they came to one idea. they wonโt force you to choose. you could have them both, even if pierrot and harlequin preferred to be your one and only. once again, they adored you too much to back down. they were willing to reconcile if it will make you happy. so, the decision was made between them two, and once everything was settled, they were ready to tell you about it. and, as expected, you agreed to belong to them both, even if it was risky as hell and could lead to violence... again.
but once they saw your upset face because of their attitude, they behaved... relatively normally around you. they tried to, for your sake. but each of them behaved differently anyway. for example, harlequin always was confident. and when you became his, his courage increased. he was the first to steal your kiss, right in front of pierrot. he kissed you slowly, sensually, he made sure you felt his love and desire for you, while pierrot, who sat next to you, almost burned him with his gaze. but he didnโt do anything, he let harlequin kiss you and caress your thighs, he didnโt interrupt your little make-out session, even if every fibre of his soul screamed to take what his. but you werenโt only his, he shared you with harlequin, and he didnโt want to cause your distress, so harlequin could enjoy your attention without being bothered.
as for pierrot, he couldnโt boast the same courage. he wanted you, badly, but he was afraid to show his love anyway, because his devotion was hot as flame, he didnโt want to burn you. so while harlequin was content with being yours, pierrot was a silent witness. he was always next to you, but his love was innocence. he cooked you breakfast, he hugged you when you coudlnโt sleep, he bought you a lot of gifts and protected you from rude people, but he sucked when it came to affection. he wasnโt so confident as harlequin was, and it bothered him, but he couldnโt make the first move.
so you did. you saw his shy glances which burnt with passion and lust, you felt his grip on you tightened when halrequin appeared, and you didnโt want him to feel less loved because of the strange nature of your relationship. so, when harlequin wasnโt around, you pounced on him. andโฆ pierrot seemed to me much wilder than harlequin, because his kisses made you breathless, because you were soaked after he pulled back to catch your breath, and you thought he would take you right now, but he only smiled shyly and asked you if you were ready to continue. he asked if it was okay, and, god, it made things to your heart, so harlequin found you two half-naked in your bed, and as much as he didnโt want to share actually, he joined.
and when that barrier disappeared, things became much easier for you. you accepted affection from both guys. now, while watching movies or in the evening, they would kiss you together. you hold their hands when you were wandering around the city, and even if tension didnโt melt completely, it was much easire to handle them both. of course, they still didn't like or accept each other. but they learned to work together to make you happier. this was especially noticeable in the little things. for example, pierrot always cooked when you came home from work, while harlequin cleaned the house. harlequin, of course, constantly rolled his eyes, but that was just for show. he was glad that you had the opportunity to relax after job and rely on them.
and as for intimacy... well, that was much more complicated. you could have had sex with them separately to make it easier for yourself, and harlequin hinted at this more than once, and you understood his impatience. even pierrot, whose behavior showed that he could no longer wait, wanted you. but none of them pressured you. of course there were some interesting and spicy moments. there was a moment when harlequin almost lost control, when his kisses had descended to your breasts, but he stopped, not wanting to force you. and once, while kissing pierrot, he had already sat you on his lap and moved his hips, grinding pathetically against you, but he stopped too.
but your first time happened suddenly, neither of you planned it. and everything went well. pierrot was especially gentle with you, as was, surprisingly, harlequin. and then threesomes became something common and usual. and a competition. because if you think they were willing to calm down? no. sex became an excuse to bicker again. and they took advantage of that. for example, harlequin loved to mark you and glance at pierrot to see his reaction, and pierrot took the bait, he marked you as well then, and they wanted to decide who can possibly make you moan louder. as a result, you passed out at the end of your intimacy session, and then harlequin and pierrot argued, blaming each other for this. but, of course, they took care of you... even if you werenโt conscious.
their relationship didnโt change. but they did learn how to deal with each other. they finally learnt how to ignore some minor details, even if sometimes it led to the disagreement between you. arguments were the normal part of any relationship, and you couldnโt avoid it as well. for example, sometimes those sidelong glances annoyed you. once you were so angry that you kicked them both out because they couldn't agree on something again and pierrot was ready to use knives. of course, they came back a couple of hours later with flowers and apologies (pierrot apologized, of course, harlequin was too prideful, but he muttered quiet โsorryโ in the end), and you forgave them. and once you paid too much attention to harlequin, so pierrot sat in the corner of the sofa and pouted like a little kitten. and once, on the contrary, you spent too much time with pierrot, forgetting about harlequin, and he also scolded you dramatically. you knew even if his words sounded almost playful, he was wounded, and you apologised to him as well.
they were hard to deal with, but you didn't complaim. because these little details became part of your life. you liked to wake up between them. you liked to get a kiss on the forehead from pierrot and a kiss on the neck from harlequin at the same time. you liked to buy them new human clothes once a month so you can go for a walk without any worries. you liked getting gifts from pierrot for no reason and flowers from harlequin.
they hated each other, still, but they loved you, and they belonged to you as much as you belonged to them. and as long as they were willing to make concessions, it was fine. after all, there was nothing better than to be loved by two monsters who were ready to tear apart anyone who dared to be rude with you. and after all, with you they were nothing but two lovesick idiots.
HIII can you write a Pierrot x reader where we like ask him if there was a possible way to turn into one of them or join the circus? Like we r fascinated by him and his true form idkkk tyyy
โ i wanna be like you.
pierrot x f!reader.
synopsis: you asked him to show his true form, and no one knew he'd look so mesmerising and fascitaning as a monster.
tags: established relationship, fluff, mention of kids.
wc: 1.3k.
โcan i see you?โ you ask him during one of the days you two spend in the intimacy of your cramped room.
pierrot, not understanding the hidden agenda beneath your sweet question, titles his head in the most adorable way and stares at you. then, smiling softly, he points a finger at his horns, then at the mask, lying on the bedside table, and then at his face.
โdonโt you see me now, my lady?โ he whispers, his smile is still as lovable as ever, because here he is, vulnerable and bare in front of you.
he trusted you enough to stop covering himself, he revealed his beast nature to you a long time ago, he told you everything about his past, about his adventures and losses, about joy and bloodshed, he told you every detail of his long life. and as a proof of his love, he begun to take of unneccessary elements of his attire, such as clown hat, mask and so on.
so now? you see him. you see him next to you, heโs wearing a normal, human clothes, his horns โ those sweet horns โ arenโt hidden, but that wasnโt what you truly asked, was it?
โi see you,โ you say, feeling self-concious, because you donโt want to push your luck with him, but your curiousity outweighed doubts. โbut i wanna see the real you, pierrotโ.
โoh,โ he manages to mutter, somewhat embarrassed, pleased and frightened at the same time, because your request is quiet a rare and strange one, but his heart clenches with love anyway.
sure thing, itโs risky. he knows youโll be scared, and those horns and long claws are the smallest part of his true image. but the only fact that youโre willing to is enough to set his mind in race between common sense and overwhelming devotion.
โmy lady, are you sure?โ he asks then, hoping for the positive answer and watching carefully as you nod. โyou may find my true formโฆโ
โah, donโt argue with me,โ you interrupt him, frowning and grabbing his face with both of your hands. โi love you. and i will love you anyway, monster or not, okay? donโt doubt it. but i want to see you. wonโt it boost our trust, hm?โ
pierrot giggles like a complete dumbass. boost your trust โ itโs an interesting way to put it, thatโs for sure. he would rather call it a test of the relationship. a real challenge which can lead to the indelible consequences. and if pierrot weren't so in love, he would have refused you. he would have thought it too dangerous to show his true form like that.
but pierrot is pierrot. if his beloved lady wants it, he'll die, but he'll do everything she asks.
he can only hope that you won't get scared. well... even so, your curiosity will be satisfied, so it doesn't matter whether you leave or not. the main thing is that your request will be fulfilled. his feelings are not taken in the consideration.
โof course, my lady,โ he says reluctantly and smiles. โif you askโฆ i canโt refuse you. just close your eyes and donโt freak out, please. can you promise me that, my love?โ
โi promise,โ you say eagerly; you donโt know what youโll see, but you know one thing โ you wonโ run away from him.
so, with pleasant excitement, you close your eyes, wait, hear some scurrying, and a few seconds later, something huge lands on your thigh. you shudder but understand quickly what it is โ his hand. his huge, warm, clawed hand.
he canโt help but touch you to ground himself and cope with fear and anticipation.
"open your eyes, my lady."
and if pierrot expected you to tell him to go to hell and scream, he was mistaken. because as soon as your gaze falls on his figure, you... smile.
you say nothing. you silently examine the two-meter-tall (he is probably even taller, he's just hunched over) figure in front of you. his horns look different now, they are more menacing. the claws on his hands have grown longer, as have his limbs. his face only vaguely resembled anything human, the intermingling of bones and skin creating something like mask.
and his eyes... they shine brighter than usual. the bright yellow color draws you in. alluring and hypnotizing. and as if in a trance, you place one hand on top of his. your palm looks tiny against the size of his enormous limb.
โyouโre soโฆ beautiful,โ you whisper, you want to say something, you want to praise him more, but words stuck in your throat due to the fascination and enormous love. โitโsโฆ you lookโฆ like an owl, itโs amazing. youโre so amazing, iโฆโ
โan owl?โ he repeats, low laugh falls from his lips (he doesn't really have lips, of course).
oh, even his voice, even his laugh, sounds different now. hoarser. deeper and lower. every feature of his true form makes your heart tap dance.
"little owl. the sweetest little owl. oh, pierrot, don't ever take human form again, do you hear me?" you babbled, leaning closer and closer to him. "can i touch you? please?โ
he's dying inside. from your admiring glances. from the love in your eyes. from how reverently you ask him questions. how reverently you talk about him. he nods, letting you do whatever you want, and before he can register your actions, you hug him tightly, and once again, your body feels too small next to his enormous form.
โitโs a crime to be so beautiful, so mesmerising. i wish i was like you,โ you mutter, your face is pressed against his large chest. โplease, i want to be like you.โ
โmy lady,โ pierrot mutters timidly, he carefully hugs your back, being considerate of himself because he doesnโt want to hurt you.
youโre so tiny in the comparison with him. and yet, he feels your warm everywhere. he feels how tightly you press yourself against him, and if he was scared before, now heโs trembling for another reason.
โyou canโtโฆ you werenโt born monster,โ he says carefully, and you let out a soft scoff.
youโre disappointed. itโs not fair he could be born with such amazing features while youโre being nothing but boring, ordinary human, with short limbs, with no claws and horns. of course, you donโt think about the disadvantages of this, even if he mentioned his past before, but he's not offended.
on the contrary.
his love for you only grows as you play with strands of his hair and glance at him.
"my little owl," you say. "can you stay like this for a little while longer? i want to kiss you all over."
pierrot giggles yet again, letting you kiss every part of what is supposed to be a monstrous frightening features. after all, his soul didnโt make mistake when it chose you, because you love him just the way he is. with horns, claws, with scaring limbs and height.
you love his every side. human side. monster side.
and even if you can never be like him, the fact that you thought about it, that you weren't afraid and admired it...
well, you've signed your own death warrant. and now pierrot will definitely never let you go. and then... maybe your children will inherit something from him. but heโll discuss this thought with you later.
a/n: thank you for your request! it took me a while, hehe... but i hope you liked it!
a/n: thank you so much for this request, @3ic95id864pgย ! it was a pleasure to write this fic, i hope you'll enjoy it!
pierrot x reader (pierrete)
synopsis: it was time for the circus to leave the city, and pierrot thought you'd want to stay, but you were willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of your love.
tags: established relationship, drama, hurt/comfort, happy ending.
wc: 1.3k.
feelings couldnโt be controlled, love couldnโt be controlled as well, it was obvious from the day when you first met pierrot. your heart started beating faster, your breath hitched at the mere mention of him, your body wanted nothing and no one but him. and forgetting about the consequences, you completely gave yourself over to desire and attachment.
you were happy. he made you happy.
he treated you like you were the most precious treasure. he gave you a lot of gifts, protected you, declared his love hundreds of times every day, hugged you tightly. but he didnโt say a word about not leaving you. you noticed it too late. no one could blame him for that. pierrot couldnโt promise you a such sweet thing because itโd be a lie.
and then, pierrot began to prepare you for this inevitable moment.
he casually began to mention which cities they would visit next. he talked about how exhausting the road to his next destination would be. he said he hoped that people in another city would be kinder. and so on and so forth, until your rose-colored glasses finally broke.
like this. it broke the moment he told you they they had already packed most of their belongings. which meant heโd leave soon. and heโd leave forever.
and once you realised this, you became much more gloomy and pensive. pierrot noticed this and couldn't blame you. after all, he also felt... terrible, to say at least. he fell in love for the first time, he found his soulmate, but then he had to leave you. and the fact that you were so sad didnโt help him. it made him feel even worse. because he was the reason why he would see you with teary eyes and a forced smile.
but he couldnโt demand more from you, could he?
heโd like to take you away. heโd like to kidnap you. heโd like to leave you without a choice. heโd like to make you his forever against your will. but he couldnโt. he loved you too much to do so. you had a job, friends, stability, and he couldnโt give you that. pierrot sincerely didnโt want you to throw everything away because of him.
you had a life ahead. youโd meet someone eventually. someone who was better than him. and no matter how generously pierrot wanted to see you by his side, he considered it selfish and wrong to even mention the idea. but thoughts were spinning in his head anyway, he already made a plan, and if anything happened, there would be no problems. everyone at the circus would accept you as one of their own.
and you thought the same thing when you were lying in your bed with him, your head was on his chest, his broad hands caress your body, wanting to commit every curve to memory.
โpierrot,โ you start speaking hesitatingly. โwhy do you leave me?โ
and after he heard your quiet plea? well, he wanted to cry, kneel or kill himself, because one simple question stabbed him right into his heart. your voice is so meek and weak, he hated himself. he was the main reason of your sadness.
โbecause our time in this city has come to an end,โ he answers, tenderly and gently, as he always speaks to you.
โno, you donโt get it,โ you murmur before you straddle his hips to see his face better. โi mean, why donโt you suggest coming with you? donโt you love me anymore? or didnโt you love me at all?โ
oh, todayโs plan is to kill him, yeah? for a moment, his gaze darkens, his grip on your waist becomes almost painful, because why the hell would you doubt his love? he would give his life for you, he would lay the whole world at your feet. he's not in love, he's obsessed, and it was clear from the beginning
โi love you, i loved you and i will love you,โ he tells you honestly, his gaze softens and fills with sadness. โthatโs whyโฆ i donโt want you to throw everything away to follow me, you need to move forward. do you understand me, my lady?โ
โwhat if i want to leave everything behind and run away with you?โ you exclaim, cupping his face in your hands. โwhat will you do then? will you still leave me here alone with a broken heart?โ
he canโt believe his ears. you want to run away? with him? you want to sacrifice everything for the sake of your love? and he, for some reason, didn't want to talk about it. and he tried to make things better for you... when you're obviously just as crazy as he is.
โoh, my dear,โ pierrot speaks, breaking into a smile that was somewhere between crazy and in love. โif you want to come with me, then youโll be mine forever. i want you to be mine forever. my beloved. my wife. my.... everythingโ.
he starts overdoing. he lets his obsession take over, and you lean in closer to his face to plant a small kiss on his lips. but pierrot doesn't pull away. shiver of desire runs through his body, and he pulls you closer. but you pull away and press your forehead against his.
โthen take me away, because i canโt live without you,โ you say.
does he need to hear anything else? you matched his freak. you matched his idea of true love and devotion; how can he say no to you when you ask him so nicely?
โyeah, he looks at everyone so disapprovingly.โ
โyou know, iโd look at everyone frighteningly too if i had such a beautiful girlfriend next to meโ.
"girlfriend? look at his ring, dummy!"
"ah, he's lucky to have pierrete as his wife. she's usually so sweet and kind. i'm sure she hides her beauty under this mask".
audience canโt stop talking, watching how you perform with pierrot. heโs not dancing with his shadow. he is dancing with a girl whose face is hidden by a mask. their movements are simple, elegant, but filled with passion and love, so no one has any doubts about the nature of their relationship.
but neither you nor pierrot care about other people's opinions, because you two are happy.
thereโs nothing better than being in your beloved manโs arms. in the arms of a person (almost) who hold you close and manages to whisper in your ear how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, before he spins you around in another dance move.
itโs not the first time when you two perform together. itโs not the first time when you hold his hand as pierrete. his faithful, colleague, love of his life, his life. but your heart flutters every time when he looks at you lovingly and hands you a rose at the end of the dance.
itโs a part of your performance. itโs a part of the memory which led to this.
do you regret that your personality as a barista in a cafe is now nothing but your past? no. do you regret that people now call you pierrette instead of your real name? no. because a new life means a new future.
a future where you will be with your beloved pierrot.
synopsis: you fell asleep next to pierrot, trusting your boyfrind. but he doesn't trust himself, not when you sleep so peacefully. he can't help but have a taste of your body.
tags: mdni, nsfw, somnophilia, nipple play, kisses, non-con, cunilingus, dry humping, dirty talks.
wc: 1.7k.
pierrot has never been good at reigning his emotions and desires, but as he met you, he tried to be a nice guy, knowing youโll freak out and run away once he let you know whatโs going on inside this little head of his. heโs usually gentle, shy even, he makes sure you feel relaxed and comfortable around him before he starts to act, and, honestly, his thoughtful behaviour reached you.
he agrees to follow your tempo, and itโs a nice surprise, considering how many guys tried to fuck you on the first date. pierrot is a real treasure, a rare gem, he doesnโt seem to have problems with being a good, cute boyfriend who blushes when you take his hand or hug him all of sudden.
but itโs all the act, isnโt it? you trust him, but you donโt know how hard it is to keep his desires in check, to control his throbbing body, to calm down an ache to mark you, claim you and make you his in every way possible.
but, no, he doesn't want to pressure you, he doesn't want to scare you. he will be whoever you want him to be. and if he has to play the role of a shy guy who is afraid to kiss you? so be it. in reality. in cases where you may not approve of his behavior.
but pierrot, besides being willing to pretend to be someone he is not for your sake, is greedy and cunning. he found a loophole. you may be afraid of him when you see him doing something you donโt agree on. but when you sleep? you can't judge him. you can't escape.
the sweets he made for you today were exceptionally delicious. and your shift at work wasnโt easy. so right after eating, you pulled him into the bedroom, where you trustingly fell asleep in his arms. after all, he couldnโt harm you, right? he was your sweet little boyfriend who adores you.
โoh, my lady,โ he whispers, making sure you sleep peacefully, because you donโt need to hear that. โyouโre so trustfulโฆ you shouldnโt beโ.
his broad hand, which had been resting on your waist, now slides down to your hip. his smile grows larger and larger as he feels more and more of your silky skin. and youโre not helping yourself, youโre wearing shorts, and god help him because he canโt help himself.
โbutโฆ itโs okay, my lady,โ he continues whispering tenderly. โyou know I wonโt ever harm you, my love, but I can make you feel so good if you let meโ.
his long, sharp claw digs under the fabric of your shorts, scratching your skin, and you squirm, but he has no intention of stopping. you won't wake up; he made sure you wonโt.
โiโve been dreaming about it, dreaming about feeling your skin, tasting you,โ pierrot says, enjoying the way your breath hitches when he slides his claw along the fabric of your panties. โand... youโve dreaming about it too, my lady?โ
he stops to change the posistion, he wants to be able to see all of you, to appreciate every inch of your body. god knows when heโll have a permission from you... or does he have it now? you donโt protest, and your heavy breath is enough for him. he doesnโt care that you couldnโt say no, he drugged you, but your silence sufficient reassurance.
โyou canโt blame me for wanting you, my lady. youโre so adorable. youโre utterly cute and adorable, my love, let me have a bite of your cuteness, please. i promise, youโll like it, my love, i swear on my life i wonโt ever disappoint you,โ he assures you, before he slowly looms over your body.
you stiffen in your sleep, but pierrot leans closer anyway. his long, sharp tongue runs a wet trail down your neck, and he whines once he feels your taste. your skin tastes like sweet and innocent, a dangerous mix which makes him grabs the sheets tigher to ground himself.
โmy lady... youโre so,โ panting, he moves lower and lower, until he bumps into the collar of your shirt. โso mine...โ
pierrot doesnโt hesitate to lift your shirt to expose your breasts, bare breasts. you werenโt wearing bra around him, he noticed it a long time ago, but now this fact looks almost sinful. almost like you hoped heโd do something like that once you fell asleep.
โlittle tease,โ pierrot murmurs, sinister smile plasters across his blushing face as he attacks your nipples, sucking them, twirling his tongue around them, and once you let out a soft moanโฆ
he lost this battle against his restraint and remnants of conscience.
leaving kisses, he moves lower and lower. as much as he wants to enjoy with your breasts, he knows he canโt trust himself right now. if he leaves a mark by accident, youโll find out, and he wonโt be able to come up with excuses. pierrot doesnโt want to lose your trust, so heโll prefer to keep his adventures in secret, for your sake. and for the sake of your relationship.
and once he reached your hips? he doesn't take off your shorts. he presses his lips against your pussy, covered by fabric, and moans pathetically.
he moans in unison with you, because even in your sleep, your body responded to his caresses. and it makes him dizzy. it makes him want to throw his control out of the window and take you, right here and right now, because you clearly wouldnโt mind. you want him as much as he wants you, thatโs a fact.
โyouโre so wet, my lady, and itโs all for me,โ he whispers between long licks, his voice is shaking with emotions and arousement. โthatโs right, youโre all mine. no one is allowed to touch you, to taste you. youโre mine, your body is mineโ.
not satisfied, pierrot pushes the fabric aside. just enough to touch your wet folds with his lips and draw another moan from you. you fidget, grab the sheets, but don't wake up.
oh, of course you won't wake up.
grabbing your thighs, he presses his claws against your skin, scratching it, and these marks will create problems, but he doesnโt think. he burries his face against your pussy, giggling, moaning, whining, drinking your jucies, relishing the sound of your whimpers.
he knew youโd sound delicisous. but hearing you in reality is even better than heโd ever imagined.
โplease, my lady, youโre doing so good... so good for me... so defensless...โ he keeps bubbling, his chin and lips are covered by your wetness, and he wants to live here, between your legs.
pierrot hasnโt noticed when he started grinding against the mattress like a dog in heat, but he needs to relish this pressure, heโs painfully hard. and he could use you, he could fuck you, you wonโt even notice, but this stupid love and possessive desire to get your consent first drives him crazy.
so instead of it, he dives deeper, he keeps licking you, his tongue moves in fast, chaotic circles, and he barely even thinks about your enjoyment. heโs not sure, but thereโs some thing which is called clit, right? he probably needs to find it, somehow, but can he do it without your help? probably not.
after all, it's his first time going down on a girl. he hardly knows anything about... so-called female orgasms.
โiโm sorry, my lady, let me drink you a little more,โ he whispers, focused on the way your juices taste on his tongue. โiโฆ fuck, my ladyโฆโ
his hips moves quickly and chaotically when he feels wetness on the fabric. he cum from simple friction, in a few minutes, like a complete loser, with his face between your legs. orgasm makes his whole body shake for the first time. and for the first time, he continues to stimulate his cock, bringing himself to overstimulation, while he inhales your scent.
โmore, i need more, i... i need it so much, it hurts,โ pierrot murmurs, his tongue traces your hole and slides inside, the tightness and warmth of your walls make him shudder, and you moan even louder.
but then he pulls away.
his hands are shaking; his mind is a mess of desire and excitement as he stares silently at your body. here you are, with your legs spread, with your pussy waiting to be ruined by him, but he holds back. as bad as he wants to fuck you, he simply canโt make himself to make a first move.
โi thought first sex is important for people,โ he murmurs, hesitatingly reaching your face to caress your cheek. โisnโt it, my lady?โ
he recalled moments when you mentioned your inexperience. it happened briefly during your late-night conversations, and pierrot thought about it more than heโd ever admit. you are a virgin, he is a virgin, which meansโฆ
and once again, sly, sinister smile appears on his face as he carefully adjusts your shorts and underwear. oh, it would be so good to take you right now. it would be wonderful to take your virginity.
โi want to see your face when you melt beneath me... when i take your virginity and make you completely mine,โ pierrot whispers, his voice sounding loving and tremulous, unlike his words. โuntil then, iโll wait... but you canโt forbid me from having a taste, right, my lady?โ
with superhuman effort, pierrot forces himself to get up, go to the bathroom, and tidy himself up. he doesnโt want you to notice something was amiss. he wants you to keep sleeping calmly every night so he can have a taste of your body.
Hello! Iโd like to make a requestโcould you write a headcanon for The Freak Circus about Pierrot with a reader who ends up joining the circus and takes on the role of Pierrette, Pierrotโs romantic partner?
*smiling and giggling my feet* hello, honey <3 thank you for your request, I appreciate it more than you can imagine! (no one ever requested anything i'm unpopular woolf)
I'd like to write headcanon about it, I LOVE the idea of the reader who leaves her world behind to be with her beloved pierrot. i'm not sure how much time it'll take but I start working on it today.
If you don't mind, I can tag you once the work is written <3
synopsis: your shift at work wasn't the great one, but you're lucky enough to have pierrot who's ready to be next to you and avoid violence (he didn't get permission for that, only hugs and kisses).
tags: fluff, hugs, kisses, mention of violence, hurt/comfort, pierrot is cutie patootie.
did you somehow doubt pierrotโs ability to notice the slightest changes in you when it comes to your behaviour? i mean, he is obsessed with you, completely and utterly. it didnโt take too much time to learn your habits and compare them with your mood. it was easy for him to register the smallest changes in your routine to understand your mood.
so, when you came back from work and didnโt give him a kiss? he swear he died inside.
his sharp mind didnโt work. he didn't think you had a hard day. he didn't think that one of the visitors upset you. he thought it was all because he poured you coffee instead of tea that morning.
yes, probably it was his fault. and heโs more than ready to beg for your forgiveness because pierrot canโt stand the sight of your frowned eyebrows and dull gaze. so as soon as you, sighing from exhaustion, plops down on your bed, he was next to you.
he was on his knees. in front of you. almost crying from guilt.
โiโm sorry, my lady. iโll be more attentive next time, i promise you. just donโt be mad at me, donโt be upset. i didnโt mean to upset you,โ he babbles, grabbing your hands and kissing them feverishly. โyou know i love you, right? iโll be better for you, i swear. justโฆ donโt leave me. and donโt look at me like that.โ
โlikeโฆ what? what are you talking about?โ you ask, because his words donโt make any sense.
why is he apologising? he didnโt do anything wrong. god, he never did anything wrong. heโs always been careful with your heart and feelings to hurt you in some way, so now you try your best to comprehend him, even if your mind is too tired after the long shift.
โabout the morning coffeeโฆโ he mumbles innocently and uncertainly. โyouโreโฆ still upset because of it, my lady?โ
โcoffee?โ you whisper, and then the realisation dawns at you. โno, pierrot, no! of course not! coffee it is, it was alright, i told you. itโs justโฆ job, you know, it always comes with the unpleasant thingsโ.
and then it snaps.
right, your damn job. those damn customers who sometimes didnโt see lines and made you cry. those damn assholes who didnโt respect the love of his life. yes, he can work with that. he can make them regret they werenโt nice to you.
โwere they rude to you?โ he asks, and thereโs no sweetness in his voice.
even his gaze change. there is no innocence or kindness in it. he narrows his eyes, ready to leap up and punish your offenders. but he finds himself frozen in place when you frown at him.
โi know what youโre thinking about,โ you say strictly. โso iโm telling you no. no violence this time.โ
and he canโt argue with your order. because as much as he wants to punch and kill someone, he canโt do it without your permision, or itโll leave you sulking for a few more days. heโs well aware he hates when heโs being violate, so he has to restrain himself to make you happy.
โthatโs not what i need right now,โ you say, your voice is sweeter this time.
pierrot isnโt a bad guy. and you love him too much to keep being all strict and serious. hell, no, it wonโt be fair to play a role of responsible, law-abiding girlfriend when you crave nothing but his soothing touch.
โi get it, my lady,โ he answers eagerly, rising from my knees and looming over your figure.
but then he hesitates. wonโt it beโฆ too much if he lies down next to you? what if you want to be left alone? what if his kisses and hugs are not what you need right now?
what ifโฆ
โcome here, i need you,โ you say, lying down on the bed and leaving room for him.
pierrot jumps on the bed next to you. the bed creaks loudly, and you laugh and gently slap him on the chest with your hand. poor pierrot's heart skips a beat. god, he is so afraid of upsetting you that sometimes he just goes crazy.
โeager to hug?โ you ask him even if the answer is pretty obvious.
he nods a few times before he wraps his long arms around your waist, pulling your closer. your head finds place on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat soothe your nerves, and everything, including rude customers, donโt seem so important anymore.
except for pierrot, who smiles like an idiot and kisses the top of your head.
none of you speak. silence is a good remedy after the exhausting shift, and pierrot gives it to you. and he gives you his warmth as well, and thatโs all you ever need.
synopsis: he was the famous pornstart who is used to be dominated by women... but not with you. as his manager, you know you work with the wolf in sheep's clothing.
tags: nsfw, mdni, from msub to mdom (during the fimlings), mention of praise, kisses, hickies, bite marks, overstimulation, fingering, cunilingus, dacryphilia, rafayel is wild, he's dominating when he's with you.
wc: 1.4k.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel has been in this industry for a long time. Unfortunately, no one knew how he had managed to come here, because judging by his appearance, his place should have been somewhere on the stage, after all, he was too perfect. He was well-built, slim enough, with long, thin fingers and melodic voice. He should have became an actor or an opera singer rather than some pornstar. However, life had other plans. He ended up there, and it wasnโt like he complained. Fame was fame anyway, his popularity was boundless, and his work was not too dirty.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel wasnโt some cheap actor, no, he had a couple of shoots a month, at best, but for a large sum of money, because he knew his worth and didnโt agree to everything. All videos with him were piece of art. He was the one who managed the process, chose the entourage, lighting, plot. In other words, if somebody wanted to film with him, this person had to agree to his terms and pay him approximately half of the city's budget. And deal with his brattiness.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel looked exactly like his image on the screen. He was bratty, dramatic, cranky, spoiled and choosy. So, it wasnโt a surprise that he was like a disobedient puppy who needed to be taught a lesson in every video. People loved this. They loved seeing how he was put in his place. They loved seeing tears in his pretty eyes from overstimulation or the lack of it, because he looked especially adorable. Fragile and feminine, pornstar!Rafayel eraned a lot of money from his image of a submissive boy. And he wasnโt shy about it.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel didn't participate in many shootings, but every of them was worthy. He loved the latest video, by the way, where he put on cat ears and collar. His fans exploded with fascination because he put a lot of efforts in this. Pathetic, submissive, he was begging his mistress to let him touch her first, then, after he got permission, he pleased her with his tongue with genuine desire (he was a good actor). He was praised which caused his moans and helpless whimpers.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel was loved by people. But you, as his manager, sometimes hated him. Many contracts wern't signed because he didnโt like something. Many opportunities were missed because not everyone liked him for some reasons. He called it personal opinion or something like that, but you were sure there was more than that. You were sure he hid something from you. Moreover, he thought it was offending for him to film with some of the actors only to earn money. He wasnโt stupid, he was aware of everyone's background and chose his partners precisely. It wasnโt about a potential scandal. It was about his power. He could let himself be choosy, because money he earned was enough to live a long life.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel often made you cry or yell from the helplessness and irritation, but he made you cum more often, and it happened outside the studio lights, away from the film crew and cameras. It happened genuinely, not for money or fame, but to satisfy his hunger, which was awakened by you. You flamed his desire better than any of the actresses ever could because you were sincere, and he almost forgot the taste of sincerity in this dark business.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel revealed himself not as a disobedient kitten but as a ravenous beast, because image is image, right? The real pornstar!Rafayel wasnโt what he showed to the oeople. He locked you in the nearest room, kissed you and made you forget about all your duties. His kisses were demanding, he didnโt give you an opportunity to reject him. And the way he bit your lower lip and order you to open your mouth wider was a good proof of his dominance over you. Both mentally and physically.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel didnโt like quick sex so if you two disappeared together, it meant you wouldnโt show for a long time because of him. He preferred to carefully flame your desire by the long foreplay. He could kiss your lips for hours, then move to your neck, collarbones and breasts and kiss them as long as your lips, even if after ten minutes of such caresses you were already dripping with lust and became obedient in his hands. He was very talented at narrowing your world to the feelings of his hands on your hips and the sound of his husky whispers, so that you wanted nothing but him. But it was very easy and uninteresting to give up so quickly, and he came to this business to find something interesting, right?
โ Pornstar!Rafayel, who usually had broken first, skilfully broke you and didnโt give you a damn chance to take initiative. Contrast between the real him and the artificial one struck you when you saw it for the first time, but then you get used to the fact that you were working with the wolf in sheep's clothing. And he wouldn't mind threating you the same way women usually treated him. And when kisses werenโt enough and you started begging him, one plea didnโt help you. He only gave in when you started crying, and the sight of your tears softened him.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel brought you to orgasm at least three times in the constant order. First, you cum on his tongue, then on his fingers, then on both fingers and tongue. And if you were still able to continue, he made sure youโd take a day off tomorrow as soon as his cock slides inside your wet walls. Because, no, you wouldnโt be able to work. He usually lost his sanity when he was inside you. He didnโt count how many times he made you cum and squirt. He didnโt count how many times he painted your walls white. And he didnโt stop until he was satisfied.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel was very attentive later. He found the towel, fixed your make-up, fixed your clothes and helped you to get in the car, babbling something about you being very weak as a manager who couldnโt even handle a few days of filming. But, of course, he wouldnโt have it in any other way. And if you ever wanted to leave, he wouldnโt let you.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel didnโt leave you alone even when he wasnโt busy, and you two practically lived together. He came up with a lot of excuses to come to you or to invite you to his house, and it all ended the same way: he'd fuck you on the first surface he found (not always horizontal), and every encounter would become a whole sex marathon. And you still didn't have a single opportunity to be on top and ride him until he gave you permission.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel knew all these hickeys which he left all over your body would be healing for weeks. And it could raise suspicious. But even so, no one thought it was his fault. He couldnโt be a passionate lover, could he? Everyone knew he was an actor who couldnโt dominate, which meant bite marks and hickeys werenโt made by him.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel didnโt even try to argue. Yes, he loved to cross his arms, pout and say something like โIโm not that bad, ya know!โ, but no one took him seriously. One said he was too submissive for this. So your relationship was a secret, as he'd planned.
โ Pornstar!Rafayel could be known as demanding, bratty, dramatic actor who preferred female dominance in front of the cameras and who turned his image to the reality. But only you, his favourite manager, knew that his talent wasnโt the only thing which made him famous. You knew his money is dirtier than all the money in this field, because he didnโt deceive you. Because after the filmings, where he whined and begged, he came back to you. And he didn't do it to heal his wounded male ego. He did it to trust you. And you welcomed him with open arms, because he did well with the submissive role, but he lived the dominance one. And heโd continue living, with you and only you.
synopsis: pranks are good opportunities to test your boyfriend's jealousy, even if events may take an unexpected turn.
tags: humor, fluff, slightly suggestive, obsessive caleb mentioned.
