Cyan

yeah that changed rather quickly! Sooooo! I guess I get to play around now 🤭

BUT NEW IDEAS!! I have been writing up a Hunter! Mc! Who hunts monsters! Like-..CMON. PLEASE TELL ME THERES OTHERS WHO CAN SEE THE IDEA?! Or my other idea with a Mc who makes clothes and literally loves the clowns/ jesters costumes and like. Try’s to make Pierrot all these clothes and the Pierrot is just like in heaven when she’s taking measurements 😂

A Pierrot’s curious touch 

This is mostly in a female readers view, so sorry to any of the others!! And note this is purely self indulgent and for enjoyment. Be prepared for crappy writing! (I haven’t wrote in two years-) Also! If I write the Pierrot wrong and it triggers you I’m sorry. I swear I’m not trying to ragebait.😂 

Also! I was writing and it kinda went the NSFW way-. So yeah, enjoy. 🥲😃

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The strong scent of freshly grinded coffee beans would be a permanent reminder of the place she was in as the sun settled down the crest of the downtown.

She would hum a slight tune. Akin to the one at the circus she went to a day ago. Finishing cleaning the frother on the espresso machine as she tossed the rag to the side. The jingle of the door accompanied with a softer jingle made her smile. Her eyes meeting the familiar red jester Pierrot.

“Oh Pierrot! How did I know it would be you?” She would laugh softly. Leaning over the countertop as she greeted the Pierrot. To which he would smile. His eyes almost squinting as he came to the countertop. Glancing around the quiet coffee shop once. 

“You were…Expecting me m’lady?” He would slowly question. His clawed fingers coming to rest on the counter top. A soft click from the claws coming into contact with the sleek counter barely reaching her ears. Reminding her of her own newly done nails.

“Of course! Almost could say I missed you!“ She would tease slightly. Watching his painted face flush slightly as his eyes locked onto her. Though she would pay it no mind. Tapping her newly done nails onto his own. Her own nails almost mimicking his own claws. To which where his glaze would drop down to.

He would almost freeze up before gently grabbing her hand with his own. Turning it over to look at the red clawed nails. A golden star on the ring finger giving away what she was trying to get it themed after. A cheeky grin on her face.

“Pretty cool huh? I did them myself.” She would say proudly. Her own confidence boosted. Though faltering when she saw the Pierrots pupils shrink, reminding her of a cat. But more dangerous. She wasn’t aware human eyes could do that…

“It..Is very nice.” The Pierrot voice would finally meet her ears. Though sounding a little strained. Ever so slightly gripping her small hand a little tighter before releasing it. 

“So here for another milkshake?” She would ask, coughing nervously. Turning to the sink to clean her hands. Preparing to make him a drink. Glancing over her shoulder to the Pierrots nod, his bright smile still on his face. To which she would smile as she turned her head away. Gosh he really was adorable! 

Though a certain..Thought would sneak it’s way into her twisted imagination. What if she invited the Pierrot to watch her make the milkshake? It totally wasn’t an excuse to get closer to him, or so she tried to assure herself. Trying to ignore she already had a fancy for the Pierrot.

“You know. You can watch? If your interested that is.” She would nervously laugh. Trying to play her nerves off with a tighten smile. She could only hope she wasn’t coming off weird. Then again the Pierrot was in a circus his whole thing was weird.

Though the Pierrots brighten expression and widen smile would put her to ease as she reached for the glass to put the milkshake in. Turning around almost flinching at how fast he was already there slightly sidestepping as she opened the freezer. For someone with bells he didn’t make nearly enough noise. Or maybe she just needed to pay more attention. 

She would make small talk with the Pierrot. Scooping some Icecream into the cup. Making the milkshake with practice ease. She could feel the Pierrots glaze on her with every movement she did. She would turn to the countertop. Bumping into a firm wall..no no body. Her hand fumbling to still hold onto the glass with ice cream. Right, she forgot he was there. Well not fully forgetting he was there just not aware he was so close behind her. 

Though clawed fingers would delicately wrap around her waist, covering a good portion of her sides. Trying to steady her, sadly it did nothing to steady her heart. Rather making it sky rocket. Her eyes fluttering up to the Pierrot. Who’s eyes were already locked onto her face. Smile faded as he stared down at her..adoringly as if he already knew everything about her. But. He’s too close. She could smell a faint sweetness yet almost copper scent to him. 

“P-Pierrot.” She would stumble her words out like a stuttered whisper. Her lips parting as his large hand slowly came up. Hovering near her check his clawed thumb barely pressing on her bottom lip. Dragging it down slightly.

“M’lady.” He would almost purr out quietly. For her ears only. In a daze like the world fizzled out. Leaving her to feel everything that she tried to shut down.

But alas. The world was still cruel and still very much alive. Thus the familiar bell on the door sounding. And in her panic of being seen with someone behind the counter-. Not to mention from the circus. She somehow shoved him down. Yeah. The Pierrot who towered over her and no doubt easily over powered her. Maybe it was that he was compliant and probably stunned she would do such a thing.

She would put on a familiar yet strained smile. Greeting the new customer with a cracking voice. Though it seemed like this certain..Person liked to yap. You know that one that starts conversations to just talk? Or maybe they just liked you and was trying to get your number. Yeah. The weird people.

The Pierrot would be momentarily stunned. His hand which was still half raised closing in on itself. No, he had her right he wanted. Where he needed. He was so close. How did it slip through his fingers? He would almost numbly glance up. Hearing his own heart pounding in his ears. ‘What a nice view’ the Pierrot would almost muse aloud. But alas. Blowing both his and her cover wouldn’t be for the best.

But sadly his curiosity was turned away from the conversation she was trying to leave and onto herself. He’s never been this close to a women before. Nor this close to there-. He would flush. Turning his eyes away from her thighs. Trying to steady his breathing. But his vision almost started to betray him. Blurring. 

But one touch wouldn’t hurt right? He would glance back. The subtle curves on her. He barely processed his own movement before feeling the warmth from her body. His fingertips brushing the side of her thigh. To which she.. Mostly ignored? She was ignoring him now?

The Pierrot would look back down. No. It didn’t matter. He had her. Right in front of him. He could touch her now. His hand slowly rubbing up her thigh. His hand covering a good portion of her limb. His other hand sliding up her calf. Looking up at her face with a look of adoration. Sliding onto his knees  

She would have a small panic attack when he shifted. Silently begging for him to stop moving so he wouldn’t be noticed by her new ‘friend’. Though the rubbing. She could feel it. His thumbs slowly massaging small circles into her thighs. Feeling his grip on her thighs get firmer as she shifted.  It’s fine it’s fine! It’s not like her current fancy was beneath her. Gripping onto her thighs. Burying his face between her knees kissing upward…Wait what?!

She would quickly move a hand below. Catching his face. Trying to ignore the flush on her face. The customer about to question it but she blamed it on the sweater she was wearing. Though The Pierrots lips coming into contact with the palm of her hand. Kissing up her arm slightly. His lips brushing against her soft skin making her grit her teeth. Keeping a smile on her face. No matter how forced it was it had to stay on.

Though the ‘customer’ would soon grow tired of the chatter. Deciding that they were done..ordering nothing. To her annoyance. She talked with them. Dealing with a hungry jester clown between her legs and he doesn’t even tip her..She would watch the customer leave. Before glancing quickly around the shop. Empty.

“Pierrot what the fuc-?!” She would try to exclaim. Only to be met with his face nuzzling her clothed women hood. Making her breathing hitch. Her hands gripping at his shoulders her knees almost giving out on her. Already calling it a retreat. 

She could feel the Pierrots sharp inhuman teeth as he started mouthing at her. Letting out a gasp she quickly muffled with the crook of her elbow. This certainly wasn’t on her to do list today!

“P-Pierrot!” She would almost whisper shout at him. Her fingers finding it’s way to his sliver hair before tightening, making him momentarily pause. Before paying no heed.

“M’lady-. Don’t you know how good you smell? How good you taste? You torture me with everything you do.” The Pierrot would confess lowly. A careless whisper for her ears and body. His fingers tugging the sides of her pants, barely holding himself together. His eyes blown wide with a heart sunken in them as a pupil. 

She would flush. Just how far would this Pierrot go? Her fingers would fumble with the strands of his hair. Feeling the silky texture even if it did nothing to ground her. Trying to scramble for something to say. To do. Her mind drawing blanks as she stared down at the love stricken Pierrot on his knees. 

“I-.” She would start before hearing a ruckus in the back of the shop. Right-. The boss. He was still here. He could still walk in and see. That was enough to make her squeak and push the Pierrots face away. Taking a few steps off.

“Well then! I uh Ahem! The milkshake.” She would stutter. Swiftly turning on her heel. Leaving the Pierrot on the floor like a kicked puppy, his smile completely faded. His clawed fingers digging into the wooden floor. Leaving indentured crescent marks. Before slowly dragging himself to his feet. placing his lower back against the countertop leaning against it. This. Was far worst then being kicked, screamed at or even having something thrown at him. Was she going to ignore him now? Did..she hate him now?

While the Pierrot had his inner attack she would finish the milkshake. Finally calming her flustered state down.  Sliding the milkshake onto the countertop. Glancing over at the Pierrots who’s glaze was locked on the floor. His shaking eyes matched his large frame. No trace of a smile. 

She would hesitatingly reach out. Touching his arm making his glaze snap to her. Taking in a deep breath before offering her a wide grin. Though stretched on his face like a forced smile. A mask.

“I uhm. Your milkshake.” She would stumble on her words. Offering him a small smile as he grabbed the milkshake. Putting her hands onto her pockets where his hands had been monuments before. She could still feel the warm tingling throughout her body. The way something curled in her stomach when he was there. She would mentally chide herself. Watching as the Pierrot would take a small step back.

“You should go, I’m about to close up.” She would try to say softly. To which the Pierrot would give a slow nod. 

“I’ll see you later M’lady?” He would ask quietly. His eyes pleading, almost lowering his head as he awaited her answer.

She would pause. Tapping her fingers on the counter twice. Before sighing.

“Of course Pierrot.”

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AAAAAAAA- did you know I almost scrapped this? Hehe! Well back into writing I go! I’m actually excited to write the jester one!

Now should I write which one? Because there both halfway done but I need to know what to work on the most! Please chooseeeee

Ok ok-hear me out on this small head cannon (kinda?) on the Pierrot! Do note this is purely for fun. 

So the comic that Neko released with the Pierrots hair being pulled out, I feel like he’s very sensitive with his hair now after that. Not to mention it’s long..No mentioning its long has no importance but..It looks good 🤭

[🎪:🎟] The Pierrot could very much have hair trauma from the incident, Not allowing anyone to touch his hair and very rarely the Jester. Always keeping it in his jester hat. Rarely letting his beautiful locks see the light of day.

[🎪:🎟] Now put the MC in, there just curious if his hair is all short or just long. To which the Pierrot has to come to a point on if he wants his own comfort or to satisfy the Mc curiosity. To which he would choose the MC, At least he can get close to them!

[🎪:🎟] Now that the MC knows. What would they do? Ask to play with it! Braid it perhaps! (Please-..Somebody draw this it’s just so cute!) Now the Pierrot could very well obey there wishes. While having his own that he doesn’t get hurt in the process. But after a little while he sees the MC has no intention on pulling his hair hard(not on purpose.) and it actually is rather nice! So now you got a touch starved Pierrot who now comes to the MC to braid it so he can put it in his Jester hat better!!

Yay!! Basic outline and coloring done! Meaning I can add more and more details as I draw him over..And over..And over again! Yippe!