#sub pierro

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⎮What type of subs are they?⎮

Part.2: Pierro, Scaramouche & La Signora

Pierro

❥ Pierro is the type of man that fulfils his duties perfectly, and never makes a mistake. He is really seen as a leader by everyone, only a few people would dare deny this fact. Despite being seen as strong and authoritative, it wasn't the same behind closed doors.

❥ All the responsibilities are stressing him to no end, and whenever he is with you that was the occasion to relieve the pressure he is feeling. The thing that should have only happened once, became a daily need.

❥ Pierro is a calm and easy sub to deal with, he would not put up a fight or throw a tantrum. He knows what he needs and desires and would just ask you to fulfil them. He is the calmest among them all and isn't tending toward any particular needs or behaviour.

❥ Don't try to touch him during his work hours, because it would not lead anywhere. He's a strict man and will not risk tarnishing his reputation. There are clear limits, and he hopes that you know how to respect them.

❥ In bed, he can handle soft and rough perfectly fine, he let you do whatever you want as long as it brings him the satisfaction he wants. Though, he could lose his patience if you make him wait for too long, and will make it clear that you need to do something.

❥ He doesn't care whenever you are the one being on top or if he is, as you dominate him in the end anyway.

❥ Remember, do not talk about work. I know it's tempting to say 'imagine if the Harbingers were seeing you right now, legs spread wide and moaning under me' but he's not here for you to mention them. He would probably send you a cold glare and get up to leave.

❥ He loves the feeling of being taken care of, being pushed down, ordered to not move or if you use something to restrict his movements. He doesn't need to be close to you physically, but he needs verbal affirmations, telling him he's doing good or explaining what you want to do. Show him and express verbally how great he is.

❥ He isn't a jealous man, you aren't together and he doesn't mind. But it may irk him a bit when he sees someone flirt with you, he doesn't acknowledge it as jealousy, he just tells himself that it would be annoying if you weren't free every night like before.

❥ So in the end, Pierro is the man you need if you want to enjoy yourself without constraints. But, keep in mind that it could change after some time. And also, never trust a Harbinger too much.

Scaramouche

❥ Despite what most of us think, Scaramouche isn't only a bratty sub. He's desperate, needs affection, attention, and dreams of being loved correctly. He thinks you are the one that has everything he needs.

❥ He's going to be bratty before anything, insult you, and keep saying how useless and ridiculous you are. But the second you have your arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly, he's melting.

❥ He won't say verbally what he wants but tries to tell you with his eyes, the way he grips your arms or moves his hips. He will find any other way to communicate how he's feeling, how good you make him feel.

❥ Don't let go, don't take your hands off him, he needs the contact to know that you're here. It doesn't matter if you are rough or soft, he wants to have one of your hands touching his skin and if it doesn't, get ready for a very moody and annoyed Scaramouche.

❥ He won't fight for dominance, nor to be a top, he just wants to have you. Grab his legs, put them on your shoulder or push them until his knees are touching his chest, let him get embarrassed by the position. Humiliate him as much as you want, hit him or leave bruises on him too, as long as after everything you clean him, and treat his wounds.

❥ He is addicted to you, and won't accept to do it with anyone else anymore. His mind is filled with you, and he may keep some rope and toys somewhere in his room whenever you are away.

❥ Won't accept to see you with anyone else, for whatever reason. He won't do anything in front of you but when you aren't here anymore, the person will see what hell is. Even if Scaramouche is being almost gentle and sweet with you, never forget what type of person he is.

❥ It isn't just something sexual, it's essential for him and will refuse to let those moments go. If one day he decides to leave, he knows that he will take you with him, you don't have a choice. You can't run away.

La Signora

❥ She isn't a soft sub, but not a bratty one either. She's a strong woman that knows what she wants, also she has more or less initiated everything between the two of you.

❥ You see her whenever she comes back from her mission, it almost became a habit for both of you. You would not just do it immediately, but share a cup of tea before and discuss a bit. She needs support and knowing that someone can listen to her, and not just only a night.

❥ You are both more on the soft side, slow and steady even if it happens for you to be a bit rougher sometimes. Rosalyne only craves a soft and lovely pace, sometimes making her remember her past and bringing back some feelings she forgot.

❥ There is no 'top or bottom' role between you, you just go with the flow, giving what the other need. She is someone that doesn't mind saying verbally what she wants and also likes to tease you a bit sometimes. Communication is really important for her.

❥ She loves being on top of you though, sitting on your lap while kissing you, she has a soft spot for you among all the subordinates. She doesn't separate her work and her personal life, and it's clear from the favouritism she does with you. Everyone knows it but never says anything.

❥ You can both go for a long time, switching positions or taking a break before starting again. You never get bored since you're both really open about trying new things and try your best to please the other.

❥ She definitely prefers praising over degrading, both giving and receiving. She also loves her comfort, so you really rarely or never do it outside the bedroom, as it doesn't bring the same feeling of intimacy. Be gentle with her and her broken soul, since you are one of the few people she trusts.

❥ Don't be fooled though, despite the kind act and behaviour, there will never be anything between the two of you. She is and will always be deeply in love with her first lover. Nothing will be able to completely fill the aching gap his death left in her heart.

❥ Which does explain why she will never be jealous, you both made it clear that you were just offering some support and comfort to the other, nothing more. Enjoy those moments fully, because it will be over soon.

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⎮One wall, two guys and three fingers in⎮

⏤ Characters: Pierro⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom Pierro, top/dom male reader, dilf fucking, exhibitionism, almost got caught, size kink, belly bulge, creampie, choking

⏤ 3.000 words

You were in the meeting room of the Harbingers, you have been promoted after the death of Signora. It was the middle of the night, and you knew Pierro would stop here before leaving to his room. You were waiting in the dark, moonlight shining through the windows as you observe the ice glowing gently.

The sound of heavy footsteps reaches your ears as you raise your head, the door creaking open as the white-haired man enters the room. His long coat floats behind him, and the dark fur makes his face stand out, the thin black and blue mask reflecting the rain of moonlight to the walls covered in ice.

Lost in his thoughts, he was unable to see the familiar man sitting on top of the long table, looking at him in amusement. The recent death of Signora gave him even more work, your promotion did help him but the Tsarista was more nervous than ever. He throws the report on the table, and with the strength he used, it slid until it stopped just beside you.

The man left the room immediately, the corridors were empty as nobody wanted to be awake at this hour, as you follow him quietly, you hear him mumble your name. You watched as he stops in front of your room, raising his hand hesitantly to knock at your door but giving up, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed. He presses his forehead against the door, exhaling and inhaling shakily, gripping his shirt tightly with his hand, almost ripping the fabric.

As silently as you could, you sneaked behind him, sliding your hand from his hips up to his neck, choking him. He turns around in a hurry, ready to kill you as your hands were still on him, but stopped as he recognizes you. Body relaxing as he leans into your warmth, your mouth kissing tenderly his neck and jaw, moving to the non-covered part of his face. Teeth biting his lower lips as you move your hand to his shoulders, taking off the coat as it falls on the ground with a heavy sound.

“N-no, not right now~”

His hips jerk up as your hands snaked down his chest, rubbing and picking his nipples through his shirt before applying pressure on his crotch. He started to feel hot, panting against the junction of your neck and shoulder as the feeling spread through his body. He grinds his hips into your palm, sending an electrifying pleasure through his crotch, he was so stressed and just your body near his was calming him down. Warm hold being so familiar that he could fall asleep on the spot.

But you were in the corridor, with his coat on the ground as he was pressed against the wall, your hand on his crotch as a small wet patch starts to extend through the fabric of his pants. If someone dares walk through this corridor or go out of their room, they would see the two of you, being so intimate. But this anxiousness is pushed aside when you unbuttoned his pants while your mouth was sucking on his skin, creating red and purple marks.

He was the 1st Harbinger anyway, who would dare say something to him? He could just kill them. He wraps his arms around your waist, letting you grind onto him, mouths open as you pant against his lips. As you kiss, you can't help but grab his long hair, tugging back to access his neck. Your dick grinding against his, too much in a hurry to even think about taking off your pants, the tension was growing until both your hips jerked up suddenly, knees giving out as you cum. You caught yourself with the wall before you could fall, holding Pierro's waist to keep him still. A wet stain becomes darker at the front of your pants, cum sticking to the fabric creating a mess.

Pierro was not in a better state as he step onto his coat, holding your shoulders for dear life as his legs quivered, tick thighs unable to keep him up. As he looks at you, still a bit lost in the pleasure, he managed to grab your neck, slamming you against the wall where he was standing just before. Tongues fighting as drool dribble out the side of your mouths, hands grabbing each other in the hope to take control, gripping hair, ass, or even trying to lift the other up without success.

Fortunately, luck is on your side, and when you tugged him forward, Pierro's legs gave out, making him fall onto you. Your knee in between his legs, his dick rubbing against your muscular thigh as a shiver went up his spine. He curses under his breath as he was not able to stand up anymore, glaring at you as he's forced to hold onto you. Your shitty ass grin pisses him off as he chokes you, trying to make you lose this stupid fight, which only makes you smirk even more, sticking your tongue out, provoking him.

You raise your hand, gripping his neck tightly as if you wanted to kill him, watching as his own grip start to loosen up. And with a chuckle, you start to rub your knee into his crotch, his whole body being held up by your hand around his neck. With a choked gasp, he gives up, letting you control the situation. His mind almost went blank, the air flowing through his body so suddenly made him feel light-headed. He punches your shoulder, his left eye glowing as he threatens to attack you.

You both know he won't, if he wanted to end you, he would not have let you play with him and certainly would not be grinding like an animal in heat against you, the dried-out cum creating a weird sensation onto your shaft. As if you had the same minds, you both start to take off the pants of the other, Pierro carefully taking off yours, as he took some time choosing the best pants that would look good on you, while you just yanked them down without a care in the world. As your pants pool around your ankles, you are already playing with the hem of his underwear, tugging at the elastic before letting it snap against his skin. He scolds you for the noise you are making as you were still in the corridor.

With a sigh, you promise to stay silent as you take off his underwear, letting the shirt on as it was long enough to cover most of his parts. You wiggle your fingers in front of his face, mimicking a scissor motion as you press them against his lips. After all, you weren't heartless, you weren't planning to go in dry. You turn him around, watching as he places his hands for support against the wall, still sucking on your fingers. Your other hand gliding over his body, teasing the most sensitive parts as you admire him, muscles rolling under the skin at any movements, body tensing and relaxing, wide shoulders covered in bites.

His thighs looked so squeezable, as you can't help but grab the soft skin, pinching, your cock twitching as a thought crosses your mind. Immediately, you take off your underwear, your hard cock grinding up his ass as he was trapped by you with the wall in front of him. You spit on your hand and jerk yourself off, before you grab his hip, forcing him to close his legs. And with a mean smile, you slid your cock between his thighs, as you started to move your hips back and forth. It was humiliating for Pierro, being used that way as if he was a nobody. When he was going to complain, you force your fingers deeper into his mouth, efficiently shutting him up.

The feeling was crazy, it was so tight and warm, hugging your cock deliciously as you speed up, your high was near. Until Pierro whimpered.

“Stop, teasing me.

Just put it in, please~”

He was flushing from embarrassment, panting as he could feel you move against him. His cock twitching each time he could see the tip of your cock disappear in and out of his thighs, he couldn't help it when he started squeezing around you, trying to make you stay. He could not focus, the usual bold and smart man reduced to a whimpered whore squeezing his thighs around a big dick. Your hand itched to just slap his ass, dig your teeth into his throat and make him scream, but you knew you needed to be quiet.

You could not wait as you stepped back, ignoring his cries as you thrust two fingers into his hole, the third one joining soon after. Pitying the poor man that was struggling to stay quiet, you grab your shirt, gagging him with it as you spread your fingers, stretching him wider. The harsh pleasure broke his already lust-filled mind. He moaned through the fabric in his mouth, grinding his ass onto your fingers, pushing them deeper as his legs quivered, and his nails scratched the wall.

You were losing your mind too, your cock so hard and precum rolling down the shaft as a drop slid down your leg. You press your forehead onto his shoulder, waiting for him to be reader, groaning and cursing as you wanted to slam into him.

You were unable to see how his eye was glowing, almost rolling back as each groan of yours was going straight to his cock. He could feel your length against his thigh, how you were gripping his arm to stay in control. He was nearly crying from the pleasure, your fingers driving him crazy, but he needed more. You were edging him for so long, he refused to cum just from your fingers, he needed your cock, but you were giving it to him. With difficulty, he spat out your shirt.

“I want you inside-”

He was taken aback when you took out your fingers instantly, and before he knew it, you were spreading his cheeks with both hands, showing off his hole, and you slammed in. Pierro has his eyes rolling back, blown-out pupils, biting his lips to keep the noises in, desperately trying to calm himself. The big man in your arms tearing up, your cock forcing his body to make room for itself, hitting his prostate dead-on. He was full, his stomach bulging, his own cock leaking precum as he was on the edge.

You used his hair as leverage, forcing him to arch around your cock, his hole taking everything. You thrusted at a rapid pace, his soft walls swallowing you whole, he was made for you. Tight enough to milk you dry. You move your free hand to his dick, jerking him off at the same pace of your hips, digging your nail into the slit, watching Pierro bucking his hips, near his release. You continue to shove your dick deep inside of him, reaching further and further in, skin clapping and body scrambling to hold itself up. The thoughts about not making noises flying out the window as Pierro started to moan your name out loud, not caring anymore.

As you feel his walls tighten around you, ready to cum, you hold the base of his dick. The tip flushing a dark red as Pierro's body gave out, pressed onto the wall as you fuck into him. One of your hand grabbing his, firmly slamming it onto the wall to keep your balance, hips stuttering as you feel the first rope of cum fill him up. You thrust deeper and harder, your cock being squeezed tightly, as you cum suddenly. Each rope of cum filling him up more, he could feel it hit his sensitive walls, but he was not able to cum himself, you were still holding the base of his dick. The pain made him cry, begging for you to let go.

You felt pity for him, so you kept fucking him dumb and started to jerk him off, the painfully fast pace as he cries, his legs shaking, the intensity of his orgasm made his mind go blank. His mouth falls open as he half-screamed your name, blow-out pupils losing their focus as he could only see white. The cum landed on his stomach but mainly on the wall, each load adding more and more to the mess. You continue to roll your hips, helping him ride out his orgasm. When you pulled out, the cum flowed out of him, pooling in the middle of you two on the ground, creating another bigger mess.

A satisfied smile stretches out your lips, watching as his grip on your shoulders tightens, almost begging you to stay with him. You hear footsteps coming in your direction and quickly, you grab your clothes, throwing them into your room before picking up Pierro, and closing the door behind you. You stay still, unmovingly, the almost passed out man in your arms looking at you with a dumb smile. You hear the person outside stop and gagging as they complain about the freaks leaving the mess here, especially next to one of the Harbingers’ room.

You tuck Pierro in your bed, lying beside him, closing your eyes as the morning would come quickly. Only two hours after, you were up, dressing back up as you were supposed to accompany Pantalone on a mission. As you leave the room, an idea came to your mind, making you chuckle.

When Pierro woke up, cleaned and nose filled with your scent, he fights the urge to stay in bed, enjoying the warmth you left here, but it was not possible. He changed into his clothes you folded neatly on the side but got confused when he could not find his coat, he grumbles before seeing yours, taking it as he was sure you would not mind. All day, rumours were going around about the 1st Harbinger and the 8th wearing each other's coats. Pantalone and the subordinates with you could only glare at the coat you're wearing in hatred, the owner of the coat sensing people cursing him behind his back.

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