After you & Pierrot have been dating for a while, you've become accustomed to watching him perform at the circus. However, one specific night, all the little grins and puppy-eyed looks he throws your way make you unusually hot and bothered, at least more than normal.
So you soothe your nerves by forcing him to hold his moans in while getting ridden<3
CW; HOT STEAMY TOE CURLING SMUT!!!
dom!reader, sub!Pierrot, overstimulation, riding, gn!reader (gender not specified, you just have a hole🥹🥹) praise kink, slight choking, romantic-ish sex, quickie (?), dacryphilia, creampie, semi-public sex, gentle aftercare, SUPER FREAKY AND OBSESSIVE PIERROT, reader is a bad bihh 🤤🤤 + is freakier than Pierrot himself
GAMBLER'S NOTE; hey gays...... I have tumblr now... requests open btw... flips hair nonchalantly... also english is NOT my first language so mb if you see any mistakes!! this is also the first time I wrote a full fic so lmk what yall think 👅👅
have a good gooning sesh ig 🥹🥹❤️🩹
.. You could still mildly remember the first time you'd met Pierrot.
It wasn't anything romantic or particularly slow— in fact, it was quite rushed, since you were already late to work. It was messy, with papers everywhere, yelling and screaming from the shops across every corner of town, and an oddly protective spirit rising up inside of you. Some guy was yelling at Pierrot for putting up some flyers promoting the circus, which then led to the poor "little" clown getting slapped, a red mark right across one of his cheeks. The flyers were annoying, yes, but he didn't deserve such harshness. He was only doing his job, after all, even if some people didn't seem to grasp that concept fully.. If not at all.
It all happened in a hurry when you shoo-ed the man away just as harshly just to then turn to Pierrot with a one-of-a-kind care for him.
And while you didn't remember ALL the details, he did.
Oh, he DEFINITELY did.
He remembered even the smallest of blinks you did when you were looking at him, the way your eyelashes fluttered and the way you silently checked whether he was alright or not.
He hadn't forgotten that moment, no matter how much time passed.
Then again, how could he ever forget something like THAT?
Your warm hand against his cheek, the way your lips were tugged up in a smile that was all concerned, confused, apologetic and surprised, how his heart began beating- truly beating-for the first time in god knows how long..
...
He had it bad for you. Insanely bad. Horrendously bad. Catastrophically bad.
.. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
♡
Lights shone, knives were thrown and crowds cheered loudly. No matter how many times you went to watch Pierrot perform, it always seemed a bit odd to you, especially with the "assistants" he'd always have. He told you that they were just "dolls", and although you didn't exactly believe him, you did, just so that you could sleep with a slightly cleaner, more peaceful conscience at night.
Blood dripped slowly from their foreheads and hands— it was two women, a short-haired blonde and a long-haired brunette, dressed just as theatrically as him, except for the fact that they were limp. They were pinned with knives against a wooden wheel, like starfishes, and you weren't sure what it was, but they felt the slightest bit familiar, even if you couldn't put your finger on them. It was like you'd seen them before. And along the bloody mess, Pierrot was there too, of course. As always.
The way he danced was elegant, with a smoothness akin to one of a liquid, fluid and carefree. Every move seemed more mesmerizing and hypnotic than the first one, arms flailing with a practiced professionalism and feet neatly moving against the ground.
His presence was there. Constant. His eyes focused on you. Like a hungry hawk.
The corners of his lips were upturned. Upturned with one of his knowing, slightly smug and proud grins. Like he knew that you were admiring him, yet like he was also flattered at the same time.
Most days, it felt like his presence was everywhere. The hungry gaze never let you rest, watching over you every second with the same protectiveness you had over him when you first met. It always followed you, whether you were just grabbing a bag of chips from the store, or clocking in your shift at the café. One way or another, he was always with you no matter what.
.. You wouldn't say it was creepy, per se.. Just a little odd. You would've minded if it wasn't him.
Pierrot couldn't talk most of the time, no. Not because he wasn't able to, but because he wasn't allowed to. It would be incredibly out of "character" for him, especially whenever he was in public. But god, if his eyes spoke heights.
They said everything he wasn't able to say himself.
They looked at you with a sort of adoration that made your insides turn into mush and made your hands tremble with urges you could barely keep at bay. A sort of adoration that you've never seen except from him and him only.
They were pathetic. For your touch, for your acknowledgement, for any crumble of praise and attention you decided to bless him with.
For you.
They craved the feeling of you. The way your hands crawled along his body and your nails scraped along every inch of skin they could reach.
They told you to ravish him.
To eat him up piece by piece.
To claim him as yours, more than he already is.
To make his pupils fill and drown with tears, begging to touch your soft flesh and latch onto you as much as he possibly could.
To let him drop to his knees and love you so hard you could see stars. To adore, praise, whimper and squirm under your hands.
They didn't just tell you.
They were pleading you to.
So nicely asking, like how he'd ask if you could touch him. Like how he'd desperately beg for you to give him permission to grind against you. Like how he'd pathetically whimper the same noises over and over again the moment your fingertips danced across his waist.
And after all, you were just a normal human. You couldn't help the urges that just began knocking at your door for you to act upon them.
You weren't sure he knew the effect his mere eyes had on you. And it didn't change the way he kept on looking at you despite his careful dancing. He was innocent, completely unaware of just how south your thoughts were going.
And still, he smiled. He grinned like a fool in love.
Like a jester avoiding an execution with charm.
You couldn't help the smirk that graced your own lips as well. He had no idea of just what would happen to him the moment you were alone, the moment he wouldn't have to uphold an act, the moment he would be allowed to freely sin.
You were usually a somewhat patient person. Working in customer service, you kind of needed to be. You didn't mind waiting until his performance ended to go and smooch him all up, but today, it felt painfully longer than ever.
Your mind was clouded. Not with the usual desire to love him, but with a desire to make love to him. To show him just an ounce of the adoration he showed YOU.
The lights shone one last time and his arms leaped open, grinning widely to everyone, the two bodies on the wheel suddenly stopping all the spinning.
The crowd cheered, but Pierrot only wanted to impress a single person. He only wanted one pair of hands clapping for him.
The moment the performance was over, you nearly sprinted towards him, carefully avoiding all the customers one by one. And soon enough, once they were all gone, you walked up towards him, a pair of strong arms engulfing you in a hug. He tried his best to be gentle, as hard as it was for someone as tall as him. If he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging as fast as a helicopter. The pure dopamine that your mere presence sent to his brain was above any normal dog and its owner.
— “You did good, Pierrot. That was great.”
You swore he was blushing from the way he let out a small, low giggle and looked down at you, one hand gently pressing against your cheek, holding you close to his chest. He leaned his head down, lips brushing against your ear.
— “.. Is that so? I'm glad you think so, my Liege.”
His voice was silent, almost whispering. He squeezed you a bit tighter, and you had to deep just so that your oxygen wouldn't run out. Thankfully, he soon let you go, yet he still clung onto you, hands gently caressing each side of your hips. It wasn't inherently sexual, moreso a habit. Touching you calmed him down..
But for you, touching HIM riled YOU up.
— “Say, Pierrot..” You began, pursing your lips slightly, although the smirk from earlier never seemed to fall from it. It was like it was tattooed on your face permanently.
— “Why were you looking at me like that earlier?”
The way you said it made him pause. He blinked at you, his grin suddenly falling, instead being replaced by a confused and almost guilty expression. He wasn't sure what he had done, but from the way you said it, it seemed like a bad thing. And he could NOT have his beloved be upset with him.
— ".. Sorry? What.. What do you mean, my Liege? Was it unpleasant? Did I stare at you too much? Did it make you uncomforta—"
— “Like you were begging to get fucked.”
.. And that was one hell of a response he didn't exactly expect. His grin slowly came back, even if his brows were shot up from the sudden statement.
— “Well.. I wasn't doing anything particularly arousing, was I? I personally don't think so, at least. I fear that's just the way I look.”
— “Yeah, right. You were looking at me weird. Don't deny it.”
— "I was not! Perhaps you might be just imagining things—"
Although, you didn't give him a chance to finish. You didn't care that it was in the arena, that anyone could walk in at any moment. You weren't sure how little old you managed to push someone as big as him down, but you did. His eyes were wide, looking up at you with a freakishly excited blush. He was grinning, but not like usual. He was grinning like a madman because he knew what was coming.
You always had that look in your eyes.
And despite the fact that you could be more freaky than him at times, he was always oh so eager to please his beloved.
— “My Liege, i— We shouldn't—"
— “Shh. Pants off. Now, Pierrot.”
Did you stutter? Hell nawh. Pierrot didn't hesitate in doing do. Any wish of yours was a command. A direct order for him to just shut up and take it. And more often than not, he was absolutely ecstatic to do so.
Pierrot still couldn't believe a heavenly creature such as yourself had chosen to use him, of all people, for your urges and desires, despite the two of you having done it countless times. He couldn't resist just how direct you were. How you told him what to do and what to not do. He was yours in every sense of the word— spiritually, physically, psychologically and whatever-ally.
A loud, breathy moan escaped his lips, eyes shut tightly as you placed the tip of his cock against the entrance of your hole, before he felt a rough hand clamp against his lips. His eyes pitifully looked up at you, hands gripping the flesh of your hips tightly, like he NEEDED something to hold down onto.
— "Shh. We can't be loud or you'll get in trouble. Can you be a good boy and do that for me, sweetheart?"
He wasn't sure what to melt at first. Whether you praised him so nicely, asked him so nicely, or called him sweetheart. He was somewhat used to the affection, sure, but it always made him go ballistic.
-- "Mhhh.. Mhmm."
He nodded, smiling like a fool behind your hand, his hands gently squeezing your waist.
The moment you pushed his length fully inside, it was like angels had personally come down to earth to serenade him. His grip on you had tightened and his smile had widened, hips desperately trying to gain some sort of friction from you.
You would've slapped him for doing something without your permission, but the puppy eyes were working more than you'd like to admit. One hand was kept on his lips, while the other trailed across his whole body, fingers slowly making their way all the way around it.
There was nothing in his eyes but pure adoration. Pure, raw need. Desire. A need to satisfy you.
— "There we go.. That feels nice, doesn't it? See what happens when you're patient?"
— “Mgh— Mhm! Mhm!”
Another low giggle, followed by a muffled whimper. The way your hips moved against his was creating a friction he just couldn't resist, his cock filling up every deep spot of yours. It was almost ironic how he was way bigger than you, and yet, here he was, under you, and loving it.
Your hand gently caressed every part of his clothed body, from his slightly exposed v-line, to his chest, to his collarbone, and finally his neck. The moments your fingers took ahold of his neck, thumb rubbing against his adam's apple, he just couldn't hold back anymore. He was full-on whimpering now, along your groans and smirks.
— "Ngh— Haah— M-My Liege— I—"
His arms held on you tighter than they had ever before. He wasn't sure why, but something about someone possibly walking in and him getting in a shit ton of trouble sounded oddly appealing— well, minus the actual consequences.
Your hips rocked back and forth against his, and he couldn't help but feel every single second of it. Not like it was a bad thing, but the fact that you were so kind, to actually put so much effort into doing this with him, for him, it was making his head spin in a way it never did before.
at least, never before you.
This was just the effect you had on him, whether you knew it or not.
You made him melt from the inside out in a manner that nobody had ever done for him. Pierrot wasn't just infatuated with you, he was completely, fully, ENTIRELY devoted to you. Whether it was the gentle kisses you left on his neck or the way you took his cock so well, he wasn't sure what he liked the most. When it came to you, everything was absolutely blissful.
You were above everything.
Above everyone.
Hell, you couldn't even compare to anyone.
He was yours, and you were his. All his to enjoy and all his to adore and love.
— “I—I don't think— Mnghh- I can take more— Please—"
He moaned against the fabric of your shirt, puppy eyes fixated on you, hips not so shyly strutting back against yours. All the noises he kept on letting out were just so genuine— truly from the bottom of his heart.
— “What? I'm sure you can.. Don't you wanna be a.. Mmm.. good boy for me?"
— “Y-Yes— I- I will— Oh, God—”
It sounded a bit harsh, but you loved the way he was starting to get so overstimulated. You could feel the way he basically had to hold himself back from cumming already, all to be a good boy, just for some praise. Just for some acknowledgement.
God, he was pathetic.
And yet, he was so adorable. So adorable while desperately humping you and encouraging you to ride him even faster, so adorable while burying his face in the crook of your neck and biting down on the fabric of whatever you were wearing, and especially, whatever he could reach. One of his hands shakily gripped the side of your waist, trying to keep up with the thrusts. You never really asked him to, but you didn't mind. If anything, it earned him an extra gold star.
— “Oh— You're doing so well, Jesus, Pierrot.. Just like that.. Keep going..”
How could he resist that order? The moment you praised him, ever so slightly, he basically lit up, and you could feel the way his own movements immediately turned from sloppy and desperate, to rough and desperate, like he was really trying to get you there. And then again, he was. He didn't care whether he came or not, but the moment it came to you, you were the only thing that mattered.
Only you.
Only the wet, lewd sound of skin slapping against each other, the way his claws were nearly digging in your skin, your hand keeping a light grip on his neck, lips whispering filth in his ear and his own eyes beginning to water from just how good everything felt mattered.
You'd feel bad, but it felt too good to care right now.
— "M-My Liege— I'm going to— I can't hold it—”
He messily drooled along your exposed neck, and he could help the few tears he shed on your clothes. He really couldn't. He moaned loudly once you grabbed him from the back of his hair, noises muffled softly from everything that was happening to him.
— “Just like that— So, so good, Pierrot— Let it out, sweetheart-”
You cooed him, hand squeezing his throat once again, tears falling on your wrist. You weren't sure who was doing more at this point— both of you were just as desperate as the other. He was thrusting up against you, and as a result, you were rocking back and forth on him, the tip of his dick hitting the very brim of you.
— "M-My Liege—! Gosh— I-I'm—!”
Right at that moment, you felt it.
The load that painted your insides white. It came out in slow, liquid ropes, shooting up inside you and slowly dripping from your entrance. You came just as hard as him, his arms squeezing your waist tightly, head hid in your neck, an incredibly muffled string of whimpers involuntarily escaping him.
You let out a deep breath, and almost scoffed with a smile once his body went limp against yours.
— “My god, that was.. Spectacular. I.. Thank you.. So much..”
A kiss pressed against his lips. It was needy, yes, but also sweet. Passionate.
— “Pierrot.. Geez.. You did well, sweetheart."
You smiled at him as you pulled away, gently caressing his cheek, your tone somewhat hushed. Your touch against his skin was soft, fingertips wiping away the tears in his eyes. He grinned at you, again. Except this time, it was something softer. Something more vulnerable. A lovestruck smile. A glint of pure adoration.
You paused, silence overcoming the relaxed atmosphere for a few seconds, before you spoke again.
— “.. Round two?”
GAMBLER'S NOTE 2; I'M FINALLY DONE WITH TS AFTER SO LONG OMG 😭😭 there's too little Pierrot fics istg, I hope I fed all of you pierrot fans ❤️🩹❤️🩹
The thing about Nice Nature is that at first you think the joke will be that she's actually mean but then she turns out to just be normal (compared to the other characters at least). But then you realize that underneath that she actually IS a bit of a catty bitch. So you think that's the joke. BUT THEN you find out that underneath THAT she's actually a huge softie who can't resist cute things! The joke is that she has layers but at the bottom she literally has a Nice Nature!
there are many things in chainsaw man (and fujimoto's writing in general) that haunt my mind daily like a lingering curse, but none of them are as prominent as the constant parallels between reze and yoshida. what makes it worse is that i never see these similarities pointed out by other fans, either. it drives me insane, like i'm the only one who sees why denji let himself get so close to yoshida, so used to his presence
both are child soldiers with extreme lack of empathy. both are overpowered due to mysterious contract... or alliance, in yoshida's case. both's "last words" involved confessions to denji regarding school ("denji, the truth is... i've never gone to school either" and "thanks, denji. i had tons of fun going to school with you"). both have dead expressions, involving soulless eyes and creepy fake smiles. both have purple hair. both despised and feared makima. both enjoy coffee and cafe dates. both died after letting themselves hope of having a normal life with the one they grew to love, denji. similarly, both deaths can be blamed on their love for denji as well. they're both pawns of the public safety. both try to enforce and push denji into living the life of a normal teenager, outright shaming his past and manipulating him into ignoring his devil side, even though they never experienced a normal life themselves. both left the story with many unsolved mysteries and questions left behind about their past.
and the saddest of all similarities: for the time period they shared with denji, they both let themselves be fooled by their own facade, pretending their act was real life. neither had ever experienced happiness and affection before, and for a little while, they let themselves believe that whatever character they were playing could genuinely be THEM one day. hanging out with denji in cafes after school seemed so real and grounding, they forgot it was just a fantasy. once they are reminded of their true mission (to kill chainsaw man, to be a switch for chainsaw man) they remember how worthless they are, how unrealistic their happiness is, unattainable. they spend their last moments so close to their loved one, yet due to their avoidant nature, they feel so far away. and once theyre gone, you still can't wrap your head around wether their feelings for denji were real or not. denji definitely saw reze in yoshida, further deepening his grief after his death.
yoshida and reze are, in my opinion, perhaps the most tragic love interests in all of manga history. two children who will never get what they deserve, and died because they let themselves dream too much. fujimoto when i fucking get you
also "denji did not care for yoshida" people get out please
Y/N was a new toon in Gardenview, not many of the toons liked them. So they were kind of an outcast.. until the fateful day they came across the train conductor of the educational center. Y/N's eyes sparkled with admiration as they saw the man, all broody and mysterious, sitting at his desk, head resting in his palms. They approached him, nervously rubbing their arm "Hello! I'm Y/N, wh-what's your name?" "Dyle."He answered with a monotone voice, outstretching his arm to shake Y/N's hand. "Say... Are you new around here? I've never seen you around." Dyle smiles, putting his hand back under his head. Y/N chuckles and blushes in embarrassment before nodding. "Yep! My name is Y/N. It's so nice to meet you!" "It's nice to meet you too." Dyle said, his smile turning soft with affection.
(Time Skip I ain't doing all of that 😂✌️)
Y/N skipped over to Dyle's room. They were having their 3rd date! A movie date! Seeing him out of his suit and in pajamas made Y/N blush a little, "H-Hi Dyle! What movie are we watching?" They smiled, nervously rubbing the back of their neck as they sat down next to Dyle. "My Little Pony; The Movie." He answered, turning on the TV and going to a streaming service before typing it into the search bar with the remote. "Wow! I haven't watched that movie in so long, haha." Y/N smiled, holding Dyle's hand as their face turned a bright shade of pink, blushing really badly! Dyle turned on the movie.
.......
Half an hour in... His eyes were sparkling. "H-He's never looked at me this way!" Y/N thought to theirself, jealously brewing inside of them. Dyle looked awestruck, watching the animation and movie. The movie eventually ended, the screen and room black as the credits rolled. Dyle turned to look at Y/N.. grabbing both of their hands in his and clasping them together before taking a shakey deep breath and saying; "Y/N.. I have to tell you something..." Y/N's eyes widened. "Is he gonna ask to marry me?!" They thought, "What is it?"
...
"Y/N, I..... It hurts me to say this. It wasn't you, it was just .. *us*, it wasn't going to work out... I'm.... I'm leaving you for My Little Pony: Friendship Is MagicMy Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic is an animated television series based on Hasbro's My Little Pony franchise. The series follows a studious pony named Twilight Sparkle (Tara Strong), her dragon assistant Spike (Cathy Weseluck) and her friends, Applejack (Ashleigh Ball), Rarity (Tabitha St. Germain), Fluttershy (Andrea Libman), Rainbow Dash (Ball) and Pinkie Pie (Libman). The six pony friends, collectively known as the "Mane Six", go on adventures-"
"This time, I will defend everyone's right to feel pain."
SEE THAT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?
Going from forcing people to succumb to a sweet dream, where no suffering and desolation thrive, to finally acknowledging that life is worth all the pain—and fighting for it.
