I'm back...~ I hope you enjoy another HC.
You asked for this so kindly, so sweetly... I will give you what you asked for. What good little things you are... so obedient, so well-behaved... I'd love to see what your faces would look like when you gave in to losing control, Desperate for someone to dominate you, to control you... to tame you~
He laughs when you tremble. The laugh is low, husky, as if he’s savoring every second of your reaction.
“So sensitive... and I’ve barely started.”
The tentacles move slowly around your body, tracing paths you can’t predict. One wraps around your waist. Another curves around your thigh. A third slides across your skin, as if learning the map of your body. Meanwhile, his hands—warm, firm—hold your face, forcing your eyes to meet his.
“I want to see,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to see the exact moment you lose yourself in me.” The tentacles begin to move—synchronized, precise, relentless.
“That’s it... just like that...” he whispers, and the husky laugh that escapes makes you tremble even more. “Your body is so honest, Querido...~”
At first, the sound he makes is almost a theatrical moan—controlled, as if he were putting on a show for you. But as the tentacles move, as your eyes lose focus, the sound changes. A husky, surprisingly vulnerable moan escapes before he can mask it. He closes his eyes for a second, brow furrowed, as if processing his own pleasure.
“Ah... so that’s how you like it?” — his voice comes out deeper, as if he’s trying to regain control. He goes back to teasing you, but now the touch is faster, the laugh is lower, and you realize he isn't quite as in control as he’d like to be.
When he finally gives in, the moan is drawn-out, almost angry—as if he hates how much you’ve undone him. A husky, deep sound that rises from his chest and ends in a low laugh, as if he’s trying to hide his own vulnerability.
And then, before he can recover, one slips out: "Haah... Puta que pariu!..."
“You’re dangerous, Querida...~” he murmurs, and the laugh that follows is the first one that sounds genuine. “And I love it.”
His voice comes out drawled, with an accent he made no effort to hide—and for a moment, the persona vanishes. It’s just him. The man behind the mask. Breathless, undone, trying to catch his breath as he stares at you.
The credits of art: Citrikscum On Twitter.
Author here: Holy shit, I don't know what happened to me while I was writing the beginning of the post. I think Harlequin possessed my body and typed it for me, haha
I'll post an update on the Doctor's and Pierrot's HC in sequence... separately, so they don't get mixed up. Love you guys~
