Can I request how Pierrot and Harlequin feel about collars? I feel like it'd be a good way to at least make Pierrot behave. They talked about MC being all theirs too much for my tastes and I want to show them what's what. How can MC belong to either of you?? You're wearing a collar with a tag that tells me to return you to them if lost. I've seen them walk you on a leash.
Thank you for the ask and honestly same, need to remind them who owns who!
Honestly I feel Pierrot would not mind at all and behave as well and might enjoy it more than you. Harlequin I feel would let you put the collar on, but misbehave and would claim you need to ‘train’ him first.
Also sorry I got carried away! I literally confused myself and couldn’t figure out where to put the NSFW and kept writing fluff then kept forgetting where I wanted to go or forgot the prompt…
(Nearly 12AM…I just really wanted to finish this!!! I’ll fix some if the mistakes I know of tomorrow. I’m so sorry i disappointed you!!)
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Pierrot
Cw: collars, implied short reader, slight horn play, leg humping
You’d picked out a nice collar that matched Pierrot’s clothes, black with thin red stripes and small golden studs. You’d gotten it as a surprise, but upon coming home, Pierrot had already gotten in your home…again.
His eyes lit up at the collar before he looked to you a bit confused. “I do not believe I’ve seen you have a pet around, do you plan to get one?”
He asked with a smile. “I do have a pet, you.” You say, making him look a bit confused for a moment, he tilted his head as you stand on the tips of your toes, reaching up to put the collar around his neck, once you heard a soft ‘click’ you stood back for a second and felt the collar, making sure he had enough room.
He paused for a second before smiling wider than before. “Humans love their pets, that means you love me, right? Pets protect their humans and get cuddles for it right?” His eyes light up even more and he bounces in place. “Do I get treats too?”
You chuckle with a nod and carefully attach the matching leash onto his collar. “You only get treats and cuddles if you’re good. No pulling, be a good boy, ok?”
He quickly nods, pausing as the collar jingles a bit, looking down he gently lifts the front of the collar noticing the tags. He tilts his head. “Oh, it says my name! What are these numbers?”
You gently tug the collar, taking a few steps back. He notices the tug on the collar, and quickly steps forwards, overcompensating the step and standing nearly ontop of you. “It’s so if you get lost, or wander too far from me, people know who to return you to. It’s my number so if you’re found I’ll be notified and you’ll be returned to me.”
Pierott blushed lightly, he bows to avoid the collar pulling too uncomfortably. His face nearly touching yours. With another light tug, he kneels in front of you, though he’s still nearly eye level with you. You hold his chin up, only for him to excitedly rub his head against your hand.
With a grin you reach up, gently you move your hand up and lightly rub his horns, he purrs at the contact, nuzzling your hand. You chuckle and move your hand away, he gives a slight whine in protest.
“Be a good boy and undress.”
He shows no hesitation in nearly ripping his own clothes off. It takes only a few seconds before he’s already naked, kneeling before you. It’s not much of a surprise to see he’s hard already.
You pat his head, gently tugging the collar, with a few steps back, he crawls towards you. “Good boy.” You praise, you watch his eyes dilate in excitement, once you stop, he’s quick to lean against you and nuzzle your leg. Noticing his arousal nearly already rubbing against your leg, you grin nudge your leg against his cock.
“Ah!” He squeaked out a little surprised at the contact, he looks up to you for permission, with only a nod he wraps his arms around your leg, careful not to put too much of his weight onto you, he quickly begins rubbing himself against your leg. “Thank you!”
You chuckled at his excitement, it’s cute watching him eagerly rubbing himself onto your leg, though, a bit messy. You can see and feel his precum smearing against your pants, you can’t imagine your clothes are too comfy against his dick either.
Pierott’s claws slightly dig into your thighs as he loses focus, his hips grinding against your leg faster. Knowing he’s close you, you give the leash a tug. “Down boy.” You say, he whimpers and with hesitation stills his hips, looking up to you with pleading eyes like a kicked puppy.
“Please? Can I please continue?” He ask, hands twitching as he resist the urge to stroke his throbbing cock. You shook your head denying him more friction. Looking down you grimaced, the little bit of humping you allowed had definitely left stains on your pants, his cock is steadily dripping, ready to burst, he lets out a whine, squirming in place.
“What a mess you made, so needy,” You say, leaning over, out of pity, you reach over and take his cock into your hand, stroking him slowly, squeezing his cock as you get to the base. He trembles, moaning at the contact, despite his best efforts his hips buck forwards desperate for more friction.
Pierott looks up between you and your hand, biting his lip, he whimpers. “I-I can’t, I’m..” He groans and closes his eyes, claws digging into the ground as he pants, trying with effort to hold out until you give the word. “P-please, I can’t-I’m gonna-“
You cut him off with a kiss, silencing him for a moment, your hand still stroking him, thumbing the tip as he trembled, you don’t slow down as you feel him tense up, and in moments he growls loudly, hips bucking as he splatters his seed in your hand. He relaxes a bit as he catches his breath, hips twitching forwards periodically.
You don’t slow your hand down while stroking him until his moans turn to breathy whimpers, Pierott grits his teeth, his body trembling in overstimulation as you stroke him until he’s spent. Once you’re certain he can’t keep going you release his cock.
Pierott closes his eyes, tongue lulled out as he pants heavily in bliss. He’s only brought back down with a slight tug of the collar, he looks up confused. “Ready for a walk?” You say with a grin.
Pierott whines but on the second tug follows without a complaint, though, his legs are noticeably shaky.
Harlequin
Cw: collars, teasing, d!ck stepping
You’d decided to surprise Harlequin, you’d ordered a custom collar and leash for him, both were green with black hearts scattered. You weren’t expecting him to get the package at your door before you did. He opened the package while you were at work, so you came home to Harlequin holding the leash and collar.
He looked to you with a smile. “Did you get this so you can match me? Oh, I could walk you around with this cute little leash!~” He purred out, sauntering over to you, he unclips the collar clearly intending to put it on you. “It’s even got my name! And…a number?”
He shrugs and leans down, but as he tries to put it on you, you take from him, making him pause. “It’s not for me, I got it for you, you’d look good with it on.” You say, taking advantage of him posture to clip the collar around his neck.
He straightened out upon hearing the ‘click’ he looks down giving you a quizzical look. “For me? Do you want to get dragged down the streets?” He said, to emphasize he steps back and lightly pulls the leash to pull you forwards, though you yank it back. He bows his head a bit but still tugs enough to make you step forwards.
“Bad boy! Don’t pull!” You scold him. He stifles a laugh in response and shrugs. You sigh, pulling again harder, though it seems this time the pressure makes him bend, bowing his upper half to ease the tension on the leash. “You need to learn some manners, maybe we should go for a walk?” With a mischievous grin, you say.
“After all, dogs are easier to train after you exercise them.”
Harlequin visibly reacts, hissing a bit as a small blush creeps to his cheeks, he bares his teeth briefly before trying to hide it. “‘Dog?’ You mistake me for someone else…” He shakes his head looking a bit agitated, though it’s more for theatrics. “I’m no ‘pet’ my Dear, I-“
You interrupt him with a tug of the leash. “Actually, dogs don’t wear clothes, that’ll be easier to fix than your manners.” You say with a grin, stepping forwards, you lightly tug on his shawls knot making it come undone and slide off him.
Harlequin looks almost annoyed but hesitant to argue. He doesn’t stop the shawl from falling on the ground, instead his grin returns, as he takes off his remaining clothes. “You wanna play that way, fine, but know I bite.”
With his clothes tossed aside, Harlequin stood infront of you trying to appear unfazed, though the fact remains, now naked you can clearly see he’s half hard. You nudge his cock with your boot, earning a grunt. “Then maybe I’ll have to muzzle you.”
You say watching him fight the urge to buck his hips against your boot, his hips giving an involuntary twitch as you grind your boot against him. “A muzzle? Oh, but Dear, my claws can be a problem too.” He playfully chucked out, lightly dragging his claws over your clothed legs. “And I can’t promise I’ll be keeping them to myself either.”
Feeling pressure suddenly on your thigh you look down to see Harlequin’s claws pressing against your pants, he applies enough pressure just to slice through your pants and feel your skin under his claws, you feel him release the force as soon as he feels your skin, he looks amused as you glare at him.
You step your boot down, earning a slight hiss as you step on his arousal, to your amusement he bucks his hips, you feel his cock pulsing heavily under you. You stifle a laugh seeing his cock squirt as you step down again. “Harley, you’re not gonna get off just by being stepped on, are you?”
He growls, lazily rolling his hips against your boot. He nods, his tongue out as he pants, with a little more pressure he claws at your boot letting out a choked growl. His hips tremble, he lays himself against your leg, groaning and a few moments later you feel wetness against your boot.
He doesn’t release your leg for several moments, his movements much more sluggish as he releases you. Moving your foot away you grimace, the underside of the boot is completely covered in his cum, some even managing to get on the top of the boots.
You grip his chin making him look up to you as you scowl. “You better be prepared to lick up this mess…”
Together
It wasn’t a great idea to start with…but the two at least won’t kill each other in your presence…probably. They definitely weren’t getting along even with Pierott mostly being dead silent they still found ways to fight. At least they didn’t fight as much infront of you.
In fact, because of their ‘good’ behavior you got them a little gift! You’d gotten two leashes and two collars, matching sets! You had intended to give them the one that matches their outfits better, but decided it would be cuter to give them the one matching the others outfit, so they’d match each other!
You had waited till they could both visit for a while to show them both. You handed them each a box and only said it was a gift. Harlequin opened his without hesitation, looking a bit surprised.
“I believe you got our gift mixed up, I’m sure your loyal guard dog would adore this though…” He says with a bit of a sneer about to hand the red and black leash and collar to Pierott. You gently pushed the gift back towards him.
“No, it’s correct, Pierott, open yours.” You say with a smile, he nodded opening the gift, he showed off the leash and collar, Harlequin gave a confused look to you. “See? Now you match each other! Isn’t that nice?”
Pierott paused but seeing you looking to him he quickly nodded with a slight smile. Both seemed like they wanted to say something, but Pierott politely bit his tongue and when Harlequin tried to say something and took a breath in, but with a quick glare from Pierott he paused.
“…they aren’t…horrible I suppose.” Harlequin said. Looking over his gift. He grinned looking to Pierott. “At least I’ll be able to make the red look good.”
He teased, but Pierrot didn’t seem to hear him, or care, he hugged you gently, handing you the collar. You took the hint and put the collar on him. Harlequin sneered for a moment, before shoving Pierott aside. He shoves his collar in your hands and looks to you expectantly.
Pierott glared at Harlequin but didn’t intervene, only nudging his leash towards you and clipping it to his collar. Harlequin gives him a sneer that quickly turns to a smile when he notices your eyes on him. He stays still as you place the collar onto him, though he left the leash to you.
Harlequin lightly tugs on his on leash, looking down to you. “So what now? Why give us these? Well…Pierott I get but why give one to me?“ He remarks, looking down at the collar with slight annoyance. You gently tug on both leashes.
“Lets me lead you, gives me something to pull on if you misbehave and let’s people know who owns you!” You say with I smile, reaching to Pierott’s collar you show the tag. “These have my number so it’ll be much harder to lose you two!”
Pierott seems excited by the idea, and tackles you into a hug. You laugh a bit, only for Pierott to suddenly be knocked off you. You immediately know what’s happening and shout at them. “No fighting! I don’t want either of you hurt!”
You quickly sit up, in their scuffle they fell off the bed though you really doubt either noticed or cared. Harlequin claws at Pierott, but shoves him to the ground, his own claws pressing into his shoulders to keep him down, he hesitantly looks to you but his attention is turned back away to Harlequin as he tried to slash at Pierott’s face while he’s distracted.
You’re about to yell at them, only to pausesing upon seeing Pierott suddenly bare his sharp teeth, he looks like he’s about bite down on the smaller clowns throat throat, it looks like he planned to by the way he’s holding Harlequin’s throat between his teeth.
You fear for a moment he might try to kill him, but notice…neither are fighting anymore? Harlequin even seems to relax after a moment, tapping Pierott’s arm. To your surprise he releases Harlequin’s throat instantly, there’s no marks so he didn’t bite down…
Before it can re escalate you tug on both their leashes in different directions to try to pull them apart but only Pierott budges, coming back to you. Harlequin rolls over to be able to sit up, keeping his head low, but doesn’t approach.
You debate scolding them both, but…at least Pierott only acted in self defense but it did seem Harlequin might have already been ‘punished’…so maybe you should reward Pierott for ending it before since one was hurt?
“Pierott, come here.” You say, when he’s close enough you give him a kiss on the forehead, you begin undressing him, grinning a bit at his deep red blushing. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
He quickly nods, out of the corner of your eye you can see Harlequin looking to you both with confusion and agitation, but does not move closer. Maybe losing that fight so fast without landing a hit hurt his pride? No matter, maybe he will behave better in the future.
Once you have Pierott’s clothes aside, you have him lay on the bed, you get between his legs and lean forwards, this time kissing him on the lips. “Time for your reward.~”
You say, gently running your hands down his body, you see Harlequin looking away frowning, you tug on the leash, forcing his gaze back into you. “Watch. That’ll be your punishment.”
You say, wrapping your free hand around Pierott’s cock, you slowly begin stroking him, turning your attention back to him, he moans softly, trying to use his hand to muffle the noise. You lightly thumb the tip making him tremble.
Harlequin growls but watches as you told him to. He clears his throat. “Isn’t inappropriate to show favoritism? Especially if you’re worried we might fight?” He snarks out.
You see slight frustration on Pierott’s face, to distract him you begin moving your hand faster, stroking him with vigor, his legs quickly close around you, you know he’s sensitive, but surly he can handle a little while longer while you talk?
“Harlequin, you don’t complain when you’re the one getting this kind of attention. If you behave, maybe you’ll get rewarded more often.” You say, with an air of sternness in your voice. You hear him breathe in to respond but he doesn’t reply, likely realizing it’s not good to argue while he’s already in the doghouse.
You feel more slack on his leash before feeling weight behind you, he leans onto you, resting his head on yours. “…fine.” He grumbled out. You can’t tell from this angel if he’s still watching or closed his eyes.
Pierott grunts, squirming a bit under you as you stroke him. You flick your wrist with each stroke, running your thumb along the slit of his cock. He moaned much louder this time, as you feel him getting close to climax, you feel Harlequin wrap his arms around you, lightly squeezing you in a tight, awkward hug from behind.
As you move your hand faster, Pierott places a hand over your ‘free’ hand that’s still holding Harlequin leash. He looked up to you, his pupils looking like hearts as you feel him throbbing in your hand.
He whines when you rub your thumb roughly over the tin of his cock, he squeezes your hand as he climaxes, cumming into your hand, you feel Harlequin’s on claws lightly squeeze your sides before Pierott suddenly pulls your hand to his face to nuzzle it, you see him grinning looking over you.
You feel Harlequin get pulled down by his leash…that is in the hand Pierott pulled. With the added pressure on you you get pulled forwards, straight into Pierott’s arms, he eagerly wraps his arms around you while Harlequin awkwardly adjust to nod have his leash pulling so hard.
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