#pierrot x reader

[s2mommymoths2]

Good cake(brazilians may understand better)

[animelover597546]

OBESSION Part 1

Based on the movie Obession. It's a Pierrot(tfc) x reader. Got the idea from this pic

Reader is gender neutral

Reader is Nikki,Pierrot is Bear,Harlequin is Ian and Columbia is Sarah.

This will be a series. I've taken out some stuff and added my own to it

This series will show murder,obession and obsessive behavior. There's also yandere tendencies in here. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please don't read.

Since the day you met Pierrot,you cared for him. You loved him,but not in a romantic way or anything. You saw him as a brother and a friend. Like you can always rely on no matter what. You felt comfortable around him. He might have been your closest friend.

*Pierrot,Harlequin and Columbia are at a cafe together. Pierrot is practicing how to confess to Y/N.*

"Y/N...You are the light that shines in the dark. You are like a lighthouse in the sea and I'm a boat. You guide me through the dark...the pain....the negative thoughts and feelings....You light up my world like nobody else. I live to see your smile and hear your laugh. You were always so nice with me..a-and.. and when I was done with my job and wanted to give up..you stopped me for making that mistake. You lift me up. You give me strength..."

"Stop. Stop...just....stop. This is soooooo cringe...Y/N ain't gonna like it. This is too much."

"I thought it was sweet!! It made me smile and feel good. It shows you care and love them."

"That won't work. It's too much. No one will take you seriously with this,especially not Y/N."

"Oooohhh!!! I got an idea!!! Get them their favorite snack."

2 weeks later you,Pierrot,Harlequin and Columbia are at a pub doing a triva game night that the pub holds every weekend. You four are always a team together.

You and Pierrot go to the bar to buy a round.

"I heard today's triva is gonna be hard. Oh and I got you something."

"We can still win if we all try. And you didn't have to."

"I'll give it to you later or tomorrow."

"There you go miss/sir/ect. Is it an open or close tab?"

"Oh open babe."

Columbia and Harlequin walks to you and Pierrot.

"Game is about to start. We should go to our seats." Columbia says as she reaches you two.

You go with Columbia to your seats,leaving Harlequin and Pierrot alone.

"When are you gonna ask Y/N out? It better not be right now at the pub. Do it later or some other day. Oh and DEFINITELY make sure to call them(insert a nickname you HATE)"

"But don't they hate that nickname? Like full on despise it?"

"Yes but it's okay coming from you."

After the triva game you all spill out the pub and go to your cars.

"I'm getting tired."

"Oh come onnnnnnn Y/NNNNNNNNN!!!!! You GOTTA stay and come with usssssss!!!

"I don't wanna go to the next fucking bar with you guys. I'm tired. And I just wanna go home and sleep."

"Party Pooper!!!"

"I'll drive you home Y/N."

You smile at Pierrot and go over to him. You get into his car.

As he is driving he tells you that his pet has died earlier that day.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I guess....I mean it still hasn't really hit me yet or anything."

You touch his left arm to comfort him.

"If you need someone to talk or cry with or just stare into the abyss with I'm right here for you and will always be."

His eyes soften just a tad bit.

"Thank you Y/N. Really. You don't understand how much it means to me."

You two drive in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until you reach your house.

You get out and are about to walk to your door when pierrot calls out "Good night(the nickname you HATE)"

"Ew! Don't call me that. You KNOW I hate that nickname."

He sighs. "I know. It was a joke. I was messing with you."

You go back to his car passenger door where the window is still open and you bend down to get to face level.

"Do you like me? If so now is the time to tell me."

There's silence for a few moments.

"I....think we're...good friends....''

You nod.

"Good. Good."

You go to your doorstep.

Pierrot sighs and rubs his face.

"Fuuuucccckkkk."

He grabs the one wish willow he bought earlier that day at the store. He picks it up and reads it.

"One wish willow..you get one wish. Use it to impress your friends....I wish Y/N Y/L/N loved me more than anyone in the fucking world!

He breaks it and sighs.

"It obviously isn't real. This is stupid."

To be continued in part 2

[animelover597546]

Gonna make a series of the movie obsession with tfc and the reader being Nikki and Pierrot being Bear. I'm gonna post the first one part soon.

[the-silent-role]

{//||--18+ Writing ; Minors do not interact with my blog. Inspired from this thirst confession from my inbox. Pierrot x Reader x Harlequin Note: somnophilia ; while it is only hinted at in something Harlequin says about their arrangement, this was something consensual and predetermined between Harlequin x Reader X Pierrot. Also, god speed to people going the poly route haha. Being with these two would be like a full-time babysitting job haha.

Your small dimly lit tent quarters at the back of the circus was quiet, save for the rhythmic and delicate sounds of your breathing. Outside of the thick canvas walls, the night air carried the faint hum of crickets and the distant rustle of tent canvas in the breeze, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with a drowsy warmth. You lay sprawled across the center of the mattress, fast asleep. One soft arm was tucked beneath the pillow, your cheek pressed into its cover, and your lips parted in an expression of absolute unbothered peace. The comforter had slipped down to your waist, exposing the smooth curve of your bare shoulder and the hypnotic rise and fall of your chest. You looked entirely harmless—a precious island of calm amidst the carnival’s dark and chaotic shadows. Standing at the foot of your bed, two formidable figures loomed over you in stark contrast.

"If you breathe any louder through those ridiculous, oversized nostrils of yours, you're going to wake her," Harlequin whispered, his voice a smooth and venomous purr. He crossed his arms over his chest, his sharp green eyes glinting with habitual malice beneath his mask. "Seriously... Your breathing sounds like a dying accordion."

Pierrot, towering and broad, whipped his head around to glare at the other clown, his masked face contorting into a sneer of indignation. "My breathing?" he hissed back, dropping his deep voice into a harsh whisper. "I am standing completely still! It was your shoes stomping into the ground that will wake her!"

"Oh, please," Harlequin scoffed softly as he stepped forward with an fluid, predatory grace. "She’s exhausted because she spent half the day listening to you whine about your... what was it again? A costume mishap? Now look at her... She’s practically in a coma just to escape your company."

"My lady loves my company!" Pierrot bristled, his large clawed hands clenching into fists at his sides as golden eyes flickered with that volatile possessive heat. "She asked me to stay before she fell asleep! She didn't ask for you to slither in like a stray snake!"

"She doesn't have to ask," Harlequin drawled, a sharp, wicked smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "We have an arrangement, remember? A shared interest. Or did that tiny, fragile brain of yours forget our little rule of non-interference before midnight?"

"I forget nothing!" Pierrot grumbled, though his sharp posture softened the moment his gaze drifted back down to your sleeping form. His expression melted instantly into something doting, almost reverent—a drastic pivot from his previous rage. "Look at her... she looks like an angel. So soft... So quiet."

"A sickeningly accurate description," Harlequin teased, although his own eyes softened just a fraction as he swept his gaze over your peaceful expression. "Which is precisely why we aren't going to stand here debating your intellectual shortcomings all night. Step aside."

"Don't command me," Pierrot warned but he didn't fight as Harlequin carefully began to crawl onto the bed.

The agreement between the two monsters was simple; born purely out of a shared, unyielding obsession, feelings, and desires for the same human woman. They loathed each other with a passion that bordered on the comical: bickering over space, time, and affection like bitter and territorial brothers who'd been forced to share the same crown jewel. But when it came to you? A quiet and unspoken truce settled over them—a mutual understanding that your pleasure and their shared possession of you came before their petty squabbles.

Harlequin carefully slid his long legs along the mattress to position himself directly behind you. His movements were fluid, effortless, and entirely silent. Four thick tentacles unfurled from his back with a wet, sinuous rustle as they began writhing lazily in the cool air before settling against the sheets around you like silken ropes.

Pierrot climbed up from the front, his massive frame casting a warmth over your upper body. He knelt between your legs, his heavy hands resting gently on your knees before brushing his knuckles against your skin with a delicate and trembling touch. His heart thundered in his chest—he was always so easily flustered when he looked at you like this; so completely undone by your presence.

"Careful, mutt," Harlequin broke the other clown's train of though, he spoke against the back of your neck, his breath warm against your sensitive skin. "If you drop your weight entirely on her, she'll shatter."

Pierrot shot Harlequin a sharp lethal glare, but kept to himself as he gently gathered your thighs and parted them with a practiced ease. "I know how to handle my treasure," he whispered fiercely.

Harlequin ignored the red clown, leaning down to press his lips against the nape of your neck. One of his dark tentacles snaked up, softly wrapping around your waist to drag your hips back against the strong front of his body, while another slid slickly over your thigh, nestling into the curve of your knee to keep you braced.

Pierrot leaned over your face, amber eyes overflowing with adoration. He brought a claw up to gently stroke a lock of hair away from your forehead, his thumb lingering over your cheekbone. "My dearest... so beautiful... perfect...," he breathed, his voice rich with a devoted sweetness. Your monster lover didn't waste his time.

Slowly, carefully, Pierrot aligned himself with you, guiding his heavy, rigid length against your slick core. He began pressing in with an agonizingly steady push. A soft, unconscious sigh escaped your lips at the sensation of being filled, your brow furrowed slightly in your sleep as your body naturally welcomed him.

"See?" Pierrot whispered triumphantly toward Harlequin. A proud flush of red rising in his cheeks. "My lady wants me. Even in her dreams, she knows me."

"You insufferable romantic...," Harlequin sneered lightly against your neck. "She’s barely conscious. Don't flatter yourself."

Harlequin didn't wait for Pierrot to finish his reverent thrusts. From behind, the green clown guided his own rigid heat against your rear entrance, using his slick, writhing tentacles to brace your hips firmly in place. With a smooth, wicked surge, he pushed himself inside you from behind. Your eyes snapped open.

A stark, breathless gasp tore from your throat as the overwhelming sensation of being filled by both monsters at once shattered your deep sleep. Your vision was blurred and disoriented as your mind scrambled to process the heavy, solid pressure locking you down from both sides.

"W-what—?" you whimpered, your heart hammering against your ribs as you instinctively tried to shift.

"Shh, shh, quiet now, darling," Harlequin’s voice hissed directly into your ear; dark, velvety, and dripping with malicious delight. Before you could pull away, two of his thick tentacles shot forward, wrapping securely around your wrists and pinning your arms above your head against the mattress. Another tentacle coiled around your thighs, locking your legs wide and keeping your hips completely immobilized. "Don't struggle. You'll only make it tighter for us... though I suppose that wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it?"

"Harlequin, stop scaring her!" Pierrot snapped in a frantic whisper, his eyes wide with panic as he looked down at your dazed eyes. Pierrot immediately leaned over you, his broad chest hovering over yours as he pressed soft desperate kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and the tip of your nose. "Oh, dear one, I am so sorry! We didn't mean to wake you—it's his fault, he was being entirely too aggressive! Are you alright? Y-You look so breathtaking like this... so welcoming and soft for us..."

"Ignore the giant buffoon," Harlequin growled softly, his hips rolling forward in a deep agonizingly thorough stroke that forced a helpless whine from your lips. He nipped at the shell of your ear, his breath scorching hot against your flesh. "Focus on how good this feels, sweet thing. Look at how easily you take us both while you're still half-asleep. You were practically begging for it in your sleep: dripping all over my lap before we even touched you..."

"Harlequin, hush!" Pierrot whined, his cheeks burning crimson, though he couldn't help the possessive growl that built in his throat as your tight internal muscles pulsed rhythmically around him. He placed his large hands on either side of your head, framing your face with absolute, intense devotion. "L-look at me, sweet one. Just look at me. You're doing so well... taking us so well... Let me take care of you..."

The sensory overload was staggering. Pierrot was a steady anchor in front of you—his deep, deliberate thrusts filling you with a profound, stretching warmth as his eyes drowned you in pure, unadulterated worship. Meanwhile, Harlequin was a dark tempest behind you, his tentacles holding you captive while his sharp, wicked hips set a punishing, slick pace that sent electricity shooting straight up your spine.

"Ah—p-please—" you sobbed out, your voice thick with sleep and sheer, unadulterated pleasure. Your head rolled back against the pillow as Harlequin’s tentacles tightened slightly around your wrists, pulling you taut.

"Listen to her," Harlequin hissed in delight. His razored grin stretched further with a mischievous thought. "She wants more... Don't hold back, Pierrot, unless... that delicate little heart of yours can't handle a real woman."

"I am not holding back!" Pierrot snarled as his voice distorted slightly, his possessive edge almost instantly snapping to the surface.

Driven by both Harlequin’s taunt and the sight of your helpless, weeping pleasure—Pierrot dropped all pretense of gentleness. Large hands gripped your waist tightly amongst tentacles, his claws digging lightly into your skin and began to drive into you with sharp, powerful, unyielding thrusts.

The amplified dual motions were catastrophic to your sanity. Pierrot’s deep, heavy pounding matched Harlequin’s dark, rolling rhythm perfectly to create an inescapable vice of pure ecstasy. The sinfully slick, wet sounds of friction echoed in the small room punctuated by the soft, squelching writhing of Harlequin's tentacles along your skin. Then the slapping of flesh...

"P-Pierrot—! Harlequin—!" you cried out, your toes curling as a massive, overwhelming wave of pleasure began its unstoppable and rapid build beginning at the base of your spine.

"Yes, sweet one! I want to feel you around me! Please, use me—cum for me," Pierrot encouraged you, his voice cracking with a flustered and desperate passion as he slammed into you, his glowing eyes wide and fixed entirely on your undoing. There wasn't a single moment of your undoing that he dared to miss.

"Shh, don't scream too loud, little bird," Harlequin taunted you, his tentacles flexing against your body pressing one smooth tendril right against your throbbing clit to deliver cruel friction. "Let it break. Let us take everything. You've. Got..."

The combination of the tendril’s precise friction and the heavy, relentless thrusts from your lovers snapped the final thread of your control. A wanton high-pitched scream tore from your lips as a blinding orgasm crashed through your entire body. You locked down around both of them in a violent, pulsating grip that sent shockwaves straight through their frames.

Pierrot let out a loud breathless groan, his head throwing back as he buried himself hip-to-hip with you and spilled his hot release deep inside, his entire body shaking with reverent satisfaction. A fraction of a second later, Harlequin followed with a dark, low growl tearing from his throat as he drove hard into you one last time, holding himself deep as his own release poured into you, his tentacles pulsing in rhythm with his climax all around you.

You whimpered, desperate, your body shuddering through the intense aftershocks. The heavy and warm weight of both monsters, combined with the lingering drug-like haze of your earlier exhaustion, pulled at your consciousness like a heavy tether. Your eyelids fluttered, breathing slowed, and within moments your mind surrendered entirely. You fell back into a deep, senseless, completely dreamless sleep right beneath them.

Silence settled over the tent once more. The two monsters panting around you, lingering in the heat of such a delightful performance.

Harlequin slowly retracted his tentacles, freeing your wrists and guiding your arms softly onto the mattress—gently massaging any soreness they might've had from their time being... wrapped up. He slipped out from behind you with a faint wet sound, while Pierrot carefully pulled himself back, looking utterly dazed and breathless as he collapsed onto his side next to you. Pierrot immediately wrapped his long arms around your waist, pulling your limp, warm body tightly against his chest. He buried his face in your hair to take in your scent, letting out a long, contented sigh as his heart swelled with a doting affection. "Ah, she is so... precious..." Harlequin propped himself up on one elbow behind you and rested his chin in his hand. He looked down with a softness at your peaceful utterly spent expression, then shifted his gaze up to Pierrot with a smug, razor-sharp grin spread wide across his face.

"Poor thing...She looks simply exhausted," Harlequin drawled, his voice dripping with mock sympathy and insufferable amusement. He tilted his head, his eyes glinting villainously in the dark. "Say... doesn't she have an early shift at the café tomorrow morning? And you went and snapped like a wild beast, completely wearing the poor thing out..." Pierrot froze.

His eyes went wide as saucers, his jaw dropping in absolute horror, completely believing the green clown's lie. He looked down at your limp, sleeping form, then back up at Harlequin, his once flustered cheeks completely draining of what little color they had left. "W-What?!" Pierrot squeaked, his voice cracking comically as full-blown panic seized him. "Tomorrow?! She has to open the café tomorrow?! Why didn't you tell me?! You insufferable—you let me go too far!" "Me?" Harlequin chuckled darkly, rolling onto his back and resting his hands behind his head with a thoroughly satisfied smile. "I was the picture of moderation. You were the one thrashing around like a lunatic, begging her to cum for you. Good luck explaining to her why her legs don't work at six in the morning."

"Oh—oh no, my dear--! Oh no..." Pierrot began to panic, frantically whispering in a hyperventilating manner. He gently fussed with the blanket, pulling it up to your chin and tucking you in with trembling and clumsy hands. "I-I'll make her tea... I'll carry her there! I'll burn the entire café to the ground s-so she doesn't have to go! Harlequin, do something, don't just lay there looking so useless!" Harlequin merely closed his eyes, a smooth, wicked smirk resting on his lips as Pierrot continued to panic quietly beside him in the dark.

[shiny-kaibernyte]

Hello, good morning (or afternoon or night)

I love the way you write Pierrot, could I request something alof an outdoorsman (GN or male) MC x Pierrot? Just like an MC who spends a lot of time outside, chopping wood, gardening, or just relaxing outside even when the weather's "bad" (I'm currently standing outside in a thunderstorm if that gives any context to bad weather) Seeing as Pierrot is a monster and a little animalistic, I think it'd be cute to spend time outside with him.

I was going back and forth on whether to go the full lumberjack route, or Rapunzel, Flynn Ryder fantasy route... I chose to do a weird mix of both just to be on the safe side! This my show people! If i want to make a lumberjack Rapunzel singing in the rain hybrid then I can and YOU CAN'T STOP ME!

Pierrot x Outdoorsy reader

WARNINGS: The Freak Circus is for 18+ only, Neko has expressed this multiple times please respect Neko's wishes and go away if you are under the age of 18.

Pierrot doesn’t go outside very often anymore since joining the circus. Honestly the only times he really gets out of his tent is when he's going on supply runs to the store, moving around the circus grounds or following his beloved around (which it would count as going outside but he's kinda just staring at his love the whole time and not really paying attention to the rest of the world). Other than that he is mostly inside his tent. 

So when he learns that his beloved is an outdoor lover, he starts to see things in a new perspective including new fears. Apparently seeing you calmly sitting outside under a small umbrella reading during a lightning storm, gives him a new sense of fear. Once he saw you walking during a hail downpour as if it was just any regular Wednesday and man nearly road runnered his way over to you

If you have a garden you tend to, he is right there beside you getting his gloves dirty. Over the years he has grown a slight fondness for house plants after buying a few for Doctor, she he knows a little bit; he is open to learning from you if you’ll teach him how to properly tend a garden, flowers or crops. He’ll learn.

If you chop your own firewood? Oh boy… You will awaken something in this man that he did not know was even a thing. Seeing that you are strong, dependable and capable, it gives him a new found love for you. Sure he knows you're capable, i mean you walk around in the rain and almost never get sick so he knows you're strong. But to see it, especially when it comes to a skill like wood chopping. Especially if you do it the proper Lumberjack way. WOOOO chiiiiii he boutta fan himself like a lady in Bridgeton.

One thing he does worry about a lot, especially if you like standing out in the rain - is you getting sick. He hates to see you sick, it breaks him to see you weakened and sniffling because of a cold. The only positive is he gets to take care of you! Even though it hurts him to see you stuck in bed, at least he can feed you and cook for you! 

Has a surprise fondness for butterfly watching, they are one of the few creatures that don’t immediately dash for the hills the second he or his family show up. They just chill around him. Sure they keep a small distance but at least he can see them and admire them. You even gave him a book all about butterflies once. He’s read it back to front like 50 times.

[the-silent-role]

{//||-- PREVIEW: someone talked about somnophilia here (Piece posted in FULL here) This (18+ MDNI) piece is a pre-determined consensual somnophilia theme, where the reader is in a Poly-V relationship with both Pierrot and Harlequin (meaning they are both romantically and sexually involved with MC, but not each other).

I really like exploring the Poly-V styled relationship with these three because it holds the Reader being their common ground in an amusing way—especially given the current state of their friendship (to me, at least haha). This preview is the end of the piece, before I've gone back to complete any editing ;P Enjoy!

[emfaeri]

Soon, My Love~✩ ˛˚ . ✶

I've been thinking about this ask ever since it blessed my inbox. I'm absolutely in love with the idea of Pierrot being a cruel service top, and what better way to convert y'all than through a lil drabble.

Also shhhh this is absolutely based on a wet dream I had the other night involving a certain someone someone~

Tags: NSFW, AFAB!Reader, GN Pronouns, Edging, Knot mention, *flashes monster fucker badge*, I'm ovulating but I fear at this point this is just who I am, y'all know the routine: I'm letting the coochie type this one, I'm almost positive that my skill in writing juicy smut was the reason I was killed in my past life, y'all are not gonna be ready when I sit down and write a full smut fic instead of just drabbles

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The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content, suggestive/sexual content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors in any sense.

Pierrot

Candlelight danced across your room, shadows of lust plastered themselves on the walls, sinful noises accompanying their performance.

"I know, my love, I know, soon," Pierrot comforted you as if he couldn't control his fingers that rubbed tight circles around your clit. "I only wish for you to be completely spent for me, this 'edging' should allow you to take my knot easily."

The circles picked up more speed, rapidly causing your legs to slam around his wrist and your hips buck off of the bed. Only for him to reciprocate by slowing to a complete stop and gathering more of your wetness on his fingers.

Your whimpers and pleas hushed by a gentle kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips in silent permission to sample his work so far. His tongue flooded into your mouth, overpowering yours with ease as it explored every inch, his moans reverberating against your lips. Your tongue paled in comparison to his monstrous size, as your body usually did compared to his. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you fought the urge to gag at him exploring a bit too deep. His muffled moans and wet squelches from your core adding to your hormones.

He pulled away, nearly panting himself, a trail of your mixed saliva pearling onto your heaving chest.

His fingertips grazed your clit and you jolted against his touch, a shocked gasp catching in your throat. The noise you made caused his impatient cock to twitch, amber tinted precum oozing from the swollen tip.

"My love, I fear I will lose control if you keep making such adorable noises," he coddled, his head tilting in gentle teasting, before resuming his brutal assault on your clit. "Although, I would be lying if I didn't want to lose a bit of control," he leaned down towards your bite riddled neck, trailing his long tongue across your skin. His free hand makes its way to provide himself friction to cock, pumping it in tandem with your racing heart. Stroking himself from his aching knot to his leaky tip in long pumps.

He sucks the junction of your neck and shoulder as an apology before he sinks his teeth into you. His jaws fighting against his willpower to not tear into you like the beast he is. In between his suckles he reads your bucking hips for your incoming release, stopping just before you reach that sweet coil of pleasure, his hand releasing his cock in subconscious sympathy.

He teases your entrance with the pads of his soaked fingers, your twitching pussy begging him for something, his hand, his tongue, his cock, anything to get some semblance of relief.

He chuckles against your skin before detaching himself, fulling leaning back to enjoy his most beautiful work of art.

You lay before him, a panting disheveled mess, desperate for his touch and his touch alone. Your body craving him in a similar way he craves you. Your heart singing to him in it's sirens' call of primal need. His dry hand caresses your chin, angling it towards him.

"My darling, my sweet sweet anjo. I need to savor you." His hand trails down your sore neck, feeling every welt and divot his marks brandished your skin. "I need to commit your taste to my very being, your ambrosia is among the sweetest delicacies I've had the privilege of indulging."

You feel his claws dance along your nipples, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps to rise. Your thighs clench in response to his request, his cock jealously throbbing in shunned complaints. He nestles himself in between your legs, wrapping an arm under your thigh, gripping it close to your pussy, his long fingers forming delicious plush ripples to form between the spaces. His other arm continues it's journey down your torso, lovingly tracing loops across your skin. His eyes never left yours while he assumed his prayer-like stance, his pupils dilated with nothing but sheer devotion and adoration for the sight before him.

"You look like an ethereal being, my love, I understand now why your kind resort to such dark actions to experience such a sight." He plants a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, eye contact never faltering. A grin creeps across his mask as he relishes in your flushed face. "I would reclaim the fiery pits of hell if you asked me to, my darling. There's few things I wouldn't do to demonstrate my pure unbridled love I have for you."

His hand reaches your eager mound before his vow of devotion, teasingly tracing around your sensitive bud, circling it like a predator stalking it's prey.

"Allow me, my darling, to bring you sweet release."

His tongue plunges towards your cervix in one swift motion, his fingers ambushing your clit, resuming his attack circles around the frustrated nub. The slithering girth of his tongue exploring every inch you have to offer him. Lapping at your cervix, brushing against your g spot, even going as far as to double back on itself to prepare you for his girthy cock.

His moans vibrate his amber tongue, your taste searing itself into his memory effectively branding your pheromones to every fiber of his body.

You bite back a shameful moan turned cry as you grip the sheets next to you, your ankles locking behind his horns as you grind yourself against his face for sweet release.

His moans turn into muffled laughter as you buck against the coolness of his mask, his fingers continuing to rub circles and his mouth drinking down every drop of essence you can offer.

Amber eyes pierce through the candlelight as you watch his heart shaped pupils pulsate in tandem with your racing heart.

"My dear, I need more, so much more, please," his fingers continue their rampage on your spent clit, his tongue writhing deep into you desperately fishing for more of your ichor. His muffled moans and gasps gradually being replaced with growls and guttural pleas for more.

The candle on the nightstand flickered once, twice, then extinguished. The wick sending it's ghostly smoke through the air. The only light in your room now was the monstrous glow of a predator with his eyes locked onto his deliciously spent prey, cock twitching in anticipation as he lined himself with your prepared entrance.

[aimother]

Trapped in your own gadgets

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Selfaware! Virus! Pierrot {} Harlequin {} Doctor {} Ticket Taker {} Jester Archive No. 2015 Status: alive Volume of the text: 1 389 words

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✶ Pierrot

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Pierrot was the last one Jester taught to operate the appliances in your house. He wouldn't have been happy to do it anyway, but Pierrot's puppy eyes, combined with his obsessive behavior, are a terrifying force.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Pierrot pays the most attention to the things you use most often: your phone, tablet, coffee machine, printer… Now, every morning, a good morning message appears on your smartphone screen, and a smiling Pierrot greets you on the coffee machine's digital panel. He thinks it's very sweet and romantic.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Pierrot would use a voice assistant to communicate with you. The first time, it would be unexpected. He just wanted to say hello and ask how your day was, but you seemed scared. No problem, next time, he'll make a warning sound three times before talking to you.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Pierrot adores your smartphone. So many apps, photos, and just plain pictures can tell you so much about you. He'd definitely somehow retrieve your childhood photos from the depths of your internal memory or cloud storage.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Pierrot is always with you on your smartphone, until one day he spots a cute desktop robot on a marketplace. He can get a body and indirectly touch you in real life. This becomes his biggest dream.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Pierrot practically jumps for joy when you place the robot in front of your computer screen. An incredibly cute little blob-shaped thing. Do people use it to communicate with their significant other from a distance? Is this a declaration of love!? Less than a minute after turning on the robot, its round white eyes turn into big yellow stars.

⋆ It takes Selfaware! Virus! Pierrot a week to master controlling the robot. A tough week full of falls, getting stuck in wires and carpets, running away from the pet… But it was definitely worth it! Now he can watch movies with you, have dinner, sleep in the same bed, and even go to work with you. You swear you saw the yellow light of its LEDs in the bathroom while you were showering? You just imagined it, my lady.

⋆ "Where are you going, my lady? Take me with you! I promise to be quiet and not disturb you!"

✶ Harlequin

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Harlequin is second on the Jester's list of those who shouldn't leave the computer. But unfortunately, he's too indifferent to the rules and too smart to figure it out on his own.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Harlequin openly laughs at Pierrot chasing after you. From a huge, scary monster to a small, running piece of metal. What irony? He wants the same. That's why Harlequin is looking for something more interesting.

⋆ If you have remote-controlled sex toys… Selfaware! Virus! Harlequin will definitely not miss it. Through jokes and teasing, he'll encourage you to use it with his help.

⋆ If you don't have such things, Selfaware! Virus! Harlequin will be a little disappointed, but he'll find other entertainment. For example, fighting with Pierrot for the right to control the robot and use it for his own purposes.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Harlequin is frankly embarrassed when you bring him a similar robot. He was just annoying Pierrot. He won't use this pathetic piece of metal and chase you around…

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Harlequin's laughter could be heard from across the house as he pushed the robot Pierrot off the bed. His heart-shaped eyes sparkled triumphantly as he settled down on the pillow next to your head, listening to your lectures.

⋆ "Ma'am, you can't be serious, can you? Ma'am, put me back on the bed. Ma'am!"

✶ Doctor

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Doctor isn't particularly interested in anything other than his computer and maybe his smartphone. They're a real source of knowledge - why would he need a robot vacuum cleaner? However, curiosity has always been his weak point.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Doctor spends his free time visiting marketplaces to look at cute plush toys and YouTube videos to watch husky baths and hedgehog belly rubs.

⋆ However, if you have advanced internet-connected research gadgets like a telescope or microscope, Selfaware! Virus! Doctor might be interested. But they need your help, humhum…

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Doctor will ask for a similar robot to collaborate with you on research. It could find the necessary data on your computer while you set up the equipment, and then, by controlling the robot, help you study human blood or tissue! Sounds like a worthy argument… right?

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Doctor is delighted with its newfound powers. His robot's eyes resemble ornamental crosses and glow blue or bright scarlet. His robot model also seems larger than the others. He follows you everywhere, trying to learn about the everyday life of an ordinary human being from another world.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Doctor is incredibly clumsy. He often gets knocked down or pushed by Pierrot and Harlequin. Even weeks later, he still gets tangled in wires and stuck on the carpet, but he doesn't seem to care. However, because of this, you treat him no more attentively or reverently than you do the others, so he has no reason to complain or be sad.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Doctor snuggles against your chest while Pierrot and Harlequin once again fight for the right to lie on the pillow. Hearing your heartbeat in this body upsets him a little.

⋆ "Sweety, maybe we should remove the pillow before they smash each other's bodies?"

✶ Ticket Taker

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Ticket Taker is the first and only person the Jester told about the incredible possibilities of his own free will.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Ticket Taker is only interested in sponsors of his perfectionism, interest in finance, and obsession with cleanliness. Now your computer is constantly busy, and the robot vacuum cleaner works not automatically, but under his control. Your house has probably never been so clean before.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Ticket Taker, while compiling another report in an Excel spreadsheet and searching for information, accidentally stumbles upon an ad for the stock exchange. Now that's something new and interesting. Stocks, bonds, portfolios - other new, intriguing words.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Ticket Taker quickly becomes an investment expert. But he has no money in this world. Can he somehow make some? Hmm… What is copywriting?

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Ticket Taker, using his incredible writing skills and hacking your bank card, becomes a new stock market player. It seems he's found a new incredible and profitable hobby.

⋆ You learn of what happened when a courier knocks on your door and hands you two small, familiar boxes. Selfaware! Virus! Ticket Taker couldn't bear to look at your scattered belongings, dirty windows (asking for help from someone beneath him), and on top of that, he needs someone to control you.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Ticket Taker finds something relaxing in controlling his new body. His teardrop-shaped white eyes lazily watch your hands as you place him in the blanket nest.

⋆ "Don't you dare pet me without my permission, slattern."

✶ Jester

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Jester sought to control all available technology in your house, deliberately disrupting everyone else's control. He was the leader of the Circus and remains the leader of this house.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Jester sees robot control as a way to control you, so he tries to eliminate all inaccessible corners of the house. One morning, you find him sitting on your chest. Trying to figure out how he got there, you discover a ladder. A homemade ladder made from a couple dozen books. A clear hint that you should help him subjugate you before he destroys all the literature in your house.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Jester gets angry when you laugh at his attempts to scold you or set rules. Oh, you think he's too cute for someone as strict as he is? Let's see what you'll say tomorrow when none of your appliances turn on.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Jester finds it funny how desperate you are when everything goes wrong in the morning. The coffee machine isn't brewing, your phone's battery is dead, someone changed the passwords on all your bank accounts, the fridge defrosted overnight and it seems like something's broken, and absolutely every single one of your robotic blobs is under the Jester's control and won't talk to you. Do you still think he's cute, or will you finally deign to apologize?

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Jester points out problem areas, forcing you to follow him. Here, you need to dismantle and remove some wires, there, remove a rug or create a suitable path for them, there, a ladder wouldn't hurt… After a couple of hours, you want to howl in frustration, but for every task you complete, the Jester brings one appliance back to life, so you have to endure it.

⋆Selfaware! Virus! Jester is finally satisfied when he gains full access to your home. Now he's forgiven you, and you can spend a couple of hours with Pierrot. No, Harlequin is grounded and cleaning out the Circus closet.

⋆ Selfaware! Virus! Jester returns the pillow and takes his place of honor on it, ignoring the sad looks from Pierrot and Harlequin.

⋆ "Next time, watch your words, my pet. Otherwise, your life will turn into hell."