Tf you doing here?!

(Soft, almost a whisper) Oh, m-my lady… When you said you had a surprise for me, I didn't imagine that it would be… (breathless) this.

I-I mean— Not that I am complaining for a single moment! Your body is breathtaking no m-matter what you're wearing! But… this…

(pauses for a moment before tone shifts, a gentle perversion slipping into the words)

… You have to know what this… does to me, don't you? Seeing you wearing something so… revealing. (footsteps, slow and growing closer) It hugs your body in all the right ways. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're wrapped up like a gift— just for me, aren't you? Yes, just like a gift, all ready to be unwrapped and savored.

(low, almost dangerous chuckle)

I bet you taste delicious, my lady. And you'll let me, won't you? Let me taste how sweet you are until you burst with nectar around my tongue?

(the sound of shifting cloth and thumps as Pierrot climbs into the bed, voice now close— a soft, rapid sound echoes)

M-my lady, put your hand here— against my chest. Yes… (sfx) Do you feel that? How my heart is racing for you? This is what you do to me when you wear things like this. When you… look at me like that. Like you're so… small. Fragile. Helpless… B-but I will be so gentle! So… gentle with you, my dearest.

(giggles)

I can hear your heart racing too… Do you not want me to be gentle, meu amor [my love]? Perhaps… rough? Oh, but not too rough— not tonight. I know you must have put so much time into this treat for me, so I'll savor it as long as possible.

(pause, the rapid sound of Pierrot's 'heartbeat' continues)

… Let me taste you. Your lips. Your mouth. Your everything.

(sfx, a deep, passionate kiss that rumbles with a low growl welling up in the back of Pierrot's throat)

Oh. Oh my lady— you taste divine. I want— I want more. More of you. Let me… let me please. I don't think I can keep restraining myself like this when you're beneath me and trembling so… sweetly.

I would never hurt you, you… know that right? Let me explore you and prove myself. Let me worship you, every inch of you... (sfx, kisses on skin)

How… soft. You feel so very soft, my love. Your body is so beautiful, exquisite and breathtaking. I'm honored to be able to see you like this, it— (sfx, more kissing against bare skin) Isso acelera meu coração [This makes my heart race].

Oh, how I love you. I love you so much that my heart aches with every breath I'm away from you, my bones shiver from the distance, my mind is filled with nothing but the thought of finding you and holding you close— until our very bodies are joined as one.

(sfx, shifting cloth as Pierrot moves between the listener's thighs, a low growl from him)

Let me taste you here, meu amor. This place you keep trying to hide from me. Heh…. you're blushing so deeply— is this where you've wanted my mouth the most? My tongue? All you need to do is just ask and I will give you anything and everything. Let me…

(sfx, wet noises to indicate Pierrot is slowly pressing his tongue on/inside the reader's pussy — add growling as he grows more desperate and pussy-drunk)

(either muffled or edited to indicate his tongue is occupied) Oh… so sweet. My lady…. (slurping, audible swallow). You taste absolutely divine. I cannot describe it perfectly but… oh… I want to stay between your thighs for hours, until I know I'll never forget it. (continued wet, slurping noises, a low growl building up from Pierrot as he continues)

(shifting cloth noises, as if the listener is starting to writhe in Pierrot's grip)

S-settle, sweet one— let me have this first. Spill around my tongue, please! Then you can have my cock— you can have whatever of me you want just— let me— let me taste you. Por favor, me dê isso [Please, give it to me]!

(continued wet, slurping noises that seem to grow wetter as Pierrot's growling turns into muffled snarls, building up to an assumed or insinuated climax)

Oh…. so sweet…. I could feel you twitching around my tongue… My lady, are you alright? I didn't— I didn't overdo that, did I? Let me lay you down more comfortably, we can take a moment before we continue and…

(he pauses)

O-oh. My… pants? Oh, heh— don't worry about that. You just tasted so good and sounded so beautiful, I-I couldn't help myself from spilling just a little. B-But I can keep going! Please, I need more of you. I… need you so much. But let me give you a minute to recover, meu querida. Then we can… try seeing if you're able to take me now.

(a few moments of gentle breathing and Pierrot's heartbeat)

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“What a perfect day to be alive!” You cried out, happily tugging on the arm of your husband who was clearly distraught.

The dandelion in your hands was blown away by a wish you made and just forgotten; Pierrot’s eyes followed the trail of white wisps towards the chaos in front of you, not understanding your prior sentiment at all. A perfect day to be alive? How could you say this?! Not when—

“I’m going to bury you in the sand!!” A shrill voice cried out towards a smaller figure, all while holding a clump of dirt in his tiny hands.

Pierrot shrieked at the sight, holding your arm tight enough to make you alert to his distress. You shook your head at him, then towards the two children playing in the open, sunny field before asking what was wrong. To which he replied frantically:

“They’re—our children are going to get hurt! We have to stop this! They hate each other!”

Immediately, the large creature stood, accidentally dragging you up with him as though you had the airy weight of a rag doll. Struggling to maintain your footing while clenching his arm, Pierrot began marching towards the twins in the field—your children— as one began to put the other in a headlock.

“Pierrot!” You protested, digging your heels into the dirt adamantly as he pulled you with him. “What’s—they don’t hate each other! The twins are just playing, it’s not serious!”

And like an iced lake trapping a scurrying minnow, Pierrot stopped, frozen in his tracks.

“Playing….?” He asked.

Tilting his head towards you in confusion you shook your own head with a soft smile; one hand reaching towards his worried face, gently tilting it towards you. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you kiss your husband on the lips. A familiar feeling of satisfaction fulfills you as his face heats up. It was always a pleasant reminder that after all your years of being together, getting married, having kids, the whole nine yards—that Pierrot still looked at you as that cute barista he met one day in the city.

Tugging his arm, you urged him to sit down before peeking your head towards the children.

“Hey!” You shouted in a familiar tone that only a seasoned parent could muster. “No dirt on your sister’s face, but other than that, all bets are off!”

Pierrot looked at you in shock, mouth open.

The two kids, one now on top of the other, stop to stare at you uttering a simultaneous reply of ‘ok’ before continuing their brawl. One with golden eyes blinks, the other, younger, with their father’s silver hair glares at you defiantly before releasing the dirt in their hands only to put the smaller child in a headlock.

You smiled satisfied, now sitting on the weed-ridden grass next to your shaken husband.

Kissing him on the cheek you say reassuringly, “You gotta relax, babe, kids fight.”

“B-but, they’re hurting each other!”

You grin with a light laugh, “Yeah and my older sibling used to PILE DRIVE me onto the pavement—got like ten bruises after! One of our best memories really..”

Pierrot immediately turned to you in surprised and confused distress; pupils shrinking full of fear from several gods. You furrowed your brow at him before realizing exactly why your husband was acting so strangely this warm spring morning.

“Oh…right…only child,” you clicked your tongue, nodding. “Ok so, fighting is ‘bad’ yeah, but as long as they’re not REALLY hurting each other with malice, it’s normal for siblings to hash it out every now and again.”

Pierrot began to feel sweat bead against his covered brow, “My lady…Harlequin and I used to fight like that. I merely don’t want our children to have the same grudges.”

You leaned against his shoulder, eyes softer in understanding. Rubbing his chest firmly, you helped Pierrot breath in and out to calm himself down, a practice you’d adopted to help him control his voice and anxiety when need be. Petals of grass beneath your bare legs tickled your exposed flesh, enough to imply you’ll have to put some lotion on them later to prevent itching—but that was often the price to pay for sitting in a private field so that your kids could play in peace without prying eyes. A price that was never too high in your book, and always worth it.

A single ant crawls over Pierrot’s knee and using a steady claw, the large monster leads the insect on the joints of his finger, only place it on the ground near a colony of ants by the clown’s black boot. The gentleness of this lovable giant made you reach over to hold his hand, looking up at him with reassuring eyes and a proud smile.

“You and Harlequin used knives, babe, pretty sure the kids aren’t gonna get as violent as that. At least not until they hit monster-puberty,” you shuddered at the thought, almost hoping that the twins would reach that point after your death to spare you the headache.

Then…you paused…

Realizing, as the blood drained from your face now full of dread, how much it would hurt to miss out on such a time in your children’s lives; that it was very possible you might and Pierrot would be alone. Currently, your husband looked over, blinking in confusion at your sudden frown. Noticing his gaze and how it was shadowed by the glaring sun over your heads, you snapped out of the sorrowful thought with a tight whistle and a good shake of your head.

“Nothing,” you assured him hurriedly, “just…thinking about how great it is to be able to see all this…”

Pierrot narrowed his eyes, “The twins….fighting?”

Noticing his further confusion, you tugged on Pierrot’s clothes while pointing towards the twins again and in a light whisper, urging the clown to ‘look’ at his children once more, but this time—more closely. The tall clown tilted his head before obeying, at first, and not seeing. The children were, after all, still fighting, shoving each other and shouting words they must have picked up from their ‘Uncle Harlequin’ that he’d have a talking to about later. Pierrot was ready to ask again what you wanted him to notice, before he finally saw it:

Their smiles.

The kids were laughing in between swears and name-calling; tugging while giggling.

When did this happen? Surely they hated one another just a second ago, but now…? Pierrot stared, completely flabbergasted, holding your hand even tighter in disbelief. You smiled as the joy slowly appeared on your husband’s face, growing like a seed in moist dirt; the sun above acting as food to help this italicization grow and bloom into a new truth that Pierrot had never considered.

“They’re….playing?” He gasped.

You smirked mischievously at his cute epiphany, “And, you know what’s the best part about having kids who are fighting?”

Pierrot shook his head, confused as you pulled away from him and stood up. Turning back over your shoulder, you wink at the tall clown before running towards the now happily screaming children who scattered at your approach.

“We get to join in as back-up!” You shouted happily, capturing one of the twins in your arms and lightly trustingly their wriggling bodies to the ground. “C’mere you little caterpillar!”

“Never!” Replied your son between giggles and the tickling you subjected him to on the damp grass.

Pierrot’s golden eyes shined at the sight of it, even more so as his daughter jumped on your back trying to ‘save’ her brother who was hitting her mere moments ago. The creature had never seen such a thing, nothing as beautiful as this, save for you. Your smile matched his own. Pierrot then snapped out of his stupor as you motioned for him to join you all in the fun. His claws clenched in and out as though acting in pure instinct. Finally, standing up, Pierrot made sure to avoid the ant hill by his feet before running towards his family arms wide and ready to pounce.

“Watch out!” You warned the kids while laughing. “Here comes Papa!”

What a perfect day to be alive indeed.

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A/N: Thank you again to @mistytanzanite for commissioning me this fic of Pierrot with their OC!!!