There you were, finally alone in the comfort of your room. It was late, so late in fact it felt as if the entire world was silent and asleep. 

You were recommended a visual novel to try out, and after scouring the internet and looking at the creative works of art fans had made for the game, you were totally convinced. So you played on your little laptop at your desk and was embarrassed at the emotions this game was invoking. 

But you were alone, so no one would ever know. 

You couldn’t decide if you liked the Pierrot or Harlequin character more, but found them both interesting in their own ways. Pierrot was way more upfront with how he felt, it seemed. But Harlequin… he seemed so complex. He is like a feeling you can’t  describe. 

As you read through the dialogue, you finally made it to the end of Harlequins performance- his little story of what was assumed to represent all the circus members. It was pretty obvious, but it made making sense of what was going on easier to grasp. 

It was way more than just monsters eating humans.

You finally made it to the scene where Harlequin backs you against the tent wall and felt your own eyes go wide and heart race just slightly at the thought of it. Pure imagination having such an effect on your body just from this.. 

It was dark in your room. You figured you didn’t need a light on. But right now, the darkness felt almost suffocating. But it was all in your head. It’s just a game. 

Harlequin asks on the screen if you’re secretly enjoying his interaction with you: his bold movements of boxing you in. 

Like hell you’d admit it to his face. You were way too embarrassed to do that, even in a game when presented with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ option.

So, you pick the realistic choice to say ‘no’. 

But the game freezes. A few error messages pop up. The ‘no’ was invalid? You tilted your head at the computer and was about to start closing out the pop up errors but felt a hand slide in front of your face, a very large thumb being held over your mouth essentially keeping you quiet out of sheer shock.

Another hand was over your shoulder and leaned on your desk in front of you. You noticed those clothes instantly. It’s what Harlequin wears. 

Surely, you’re losing your mind.

“It’s not ‘no’ is it?”

That was his voice. But how? Was it possible you were daydreaming way too hard? Your mind rushed and overflowed with questions that wouldn’t be answered before Harlequin spoke again.

“Please say, ‘yes’, darling.”

You shivered as he cupped your cheeks in his one hand. The fingertips were pointy and felt sharp. His other hand came up from your desk to rest on your shoulder. He was standing straighter now.

You tilted your head back, so sure you were dreaming. It was late and you were probably sleep deprived and obsessed with this game! It made sense to hallucinate, right?

Your eyes met his glowing green ones in the darkness of your room. Your heart immediately sped up and you blinked. “What?” 

You mumbled outloud. His sharp smile only grew wider and his thumb brushed against your bottom lip. 

You were dreaming! You just had to wake up! This wasn’t real, so you’d wait till your dream kicked you out and you woke up. 

Is what you thought before a certain harlequin chuckled. 

“Your body betrays you~!” He says in a singsong voice, now holding my head in place tilted back so you can look at him. 

You only stared, confused.

“You must be thinking ‘this can’t be real!’, am I right?” He says with that seductive lilt. 

You only nod slightly. 

He lets go of your face to rest his hand on your other shoulder, leaning down close to your ear as you lift your head to its normal position. 

“I can make it feel very real, darling.”

His grip tightened just slightly and you couldn’t help but blush hard. 

No one has ever been so forward with you. And now with some fictional character advancing on you that, very importantly, also had tentacles, was kind of a big deal right now. 

You obviously weren’t that far in the game, but you saw enough fanart to know.

One hand slid down your arm to where you were gripping the mouse. You didn’t even realize how tight you were holding it. 

“Click ‘yes’ and I can make your wildest fantasies come true, dear one.” 

He guided my mouse to the yes option, the errors blocking the ‘no’, but he didn’t click. 

You blinked hard and then tried to logic this. “This is a prank or something, right?” You quickly turn in your seat to get a better look at him. He was wearing the same typical uniform. He looked exactly like harlequin, but cosplayers do impressive stuff. 

You look at him with doubt, your mind refusing to accept that a fictional character is right next to you. 

“Mm.” He hums as he cocks his head, looking down at you. 

Suddenly, you feel what could only be his tentacles wrap around your ankle. 

You flinch and try to pull it away defensively, but you’re held in place. You were now looking at your ankle, which gave him the opportunity to breathe against your neck. “Does that feel like a prank to you?”

You breathed hard. What was happening? 

The tentacle creeped up your leg and you couldn’t help but feel excited. Even if this was a dream, you couldn’t wait. You were obsessed with suddenly knowing what it must feel like. 

“Click ‘yes’, darling.” He whispers in my ear. “Tell me how much you crave this. There’s no point in lying either- I already know exactly how you feel. Your smell is intoxicatingly filled with arousal.”

His words struck you and you only shakily moved the mouse before clicking the ‘yes’.

He cooed in your ear and you felt the goosebumps rise instantly. “Aw, that’s a good little thing. You want your reward now?” 

You blushed hard and kept staring at the screen, seemingly frozen, before he gripped your face by pinching your cheeks with one hand and forcing you to face him. “Use those pretty words of yours. Want your reward?” 

You only stared at him, a dumb gaze of disbelief and too embarrassed to admit what you wanted. The tentacle on your ankle creeped higher and was reaching your knee now.

You tensed up, a flustered looking mess all of a sudden. “I’ll help you out since I’m just so kind. Say.. ‘Yes Harlequin, please give me my reward.’”

You couldn’t stop blushing. You couldn’t possibly say that right here? Right now? You opened your mouth slightly to speak but just couldn’t, so you stared into his eyes silently, lips quivering.

“I guess you don’t want it-“ he lets go of your face promptly and his tentacle slithers down your leg, unwrapping itself as he pulled away slightly. 

“W-wait!” You speak up, finally. He pauses his movements. 

“Mmh? What is it?” You could hear the smirk in his tone. 

“Please..” you mumble quietly and look down at your hands in your lap.

“Please what?” He prompts without missing a beat, shifting his position and putting a hand on his waist.

“…reward me..” you mumble out even quieter, eyes still glued to your now fiddling fingers.

There was another pause but it was followed by a low chuckle.

“Close, but that’s not what I said, dear one.”

He bent at the waist and used his pointer to lift your chin, the sharp claw of this name slightly poking into the sensitive skin. He forced your gaze up to his own and you swore he’d be able to hear your heartbeat with how much it pounded in your ears.

“‘Yes Harlequin, please give me my reward for being a good little thing.’” His voice was mocking.

But you quickly spit back, “That’s not what you said before!”

He chuckled and his grin grew wider. He cocked his head to the side, “So it seems my dear didn’t forget the words after all?”

Your eyes blow wide and you start to move your head to the side, back to your desk out of embarrassment, but he gripped your cheeks between his thumb and pointer again and somewhat harshly turned you back to him.

“Uh uh uh~ you said yes, darling. Do I need to force the words out of you? Hm?”

Your breath hitched at that and you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease how much his words affected your poor body.

“Oh, I see now. Your body says everything you can’t. I can read you so clearly, my dear.”

He leans closer, his face inches away from yours, and speaks in a lower tone of voice with the same mocking tone. “Are you nervous, dear one?”

You suddenly flinch as his other hand wraps around your upper arm. He only laughs.

“Oh so cute! Your fear is so delicious.” As he finishes his sentence, his tentacles quickly wrap around each of your calves and pulls them apart.

You, of course, struggle to close your legs, but it doesn’t work at all.

All at the same time, tentacles reached behind you and slithered around your arms to keep them at your side. Your heart quickened its pace and you struggled, looking down at your hands and trying to pry it off of the chair feverishly.

You were scared.

But, you could feel yourself throb as the fear of this fantasy is coming true.

“W-what are you doing?!” You say, strained with struggle.

“Judging by the sweet scent of your increasing arousal, I’m doing exactly what you want.” He dropped his tone for the latter half of the sentence and you stared into his eyes, still trying to pull away. “

“I.. I’m not!” You half yell.

“Not what?”

Your eyes dart to the side before back to him to lie, “I’m not.. aroused.”

“Oh, that’s the game you want to play? I see. I can play along, my dearest. Well,” he lowers himself and gets on his knees in front of you, all while his hands trace from your shoulders to the edge of your pajama pants. He loops two fingers inside of it. “I guess I’ll just have to prove the effect I have on you.”

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Let me know if you want me to continue this as a nsfw fic! I would probably do one amab and one afab.

I release his finger but keep his hand held in front of me. “Having a snack.” I mumble with a small smile and move to his next finger, peppering it with kisses before nom-ing it and biting a little harder. I was moving around the finger to find the best, meatiest part to chew on.

I cycled through each finger and ended on his thumb, not staying long since there was no real good spot. I was surprised he didn’t have some snarky remark for me, so I assumed it was okay.

I switched to holding his pointer to my mouth, “This one’s my favorite,” and looked over at him to see a blushing mess.

I’ve never seen harlequin blush like this.

I returned my attention to his pointer again and pulled on it after sinking my teeth into it, almost like a puppy with a toy and making content little noises.

After having my fill of biting up his finger, I pepper it with more kisses and pull the rest of his arm close to me, so I was leaning and tucked right into his side.

I looked up at him, him still profusely blushing, and spoke softly. “Was.. that okay..?” I ask hesitantly, now worried I crossed some invisible boundary.

His eyes shot down to mine with something new: Hunger.

He slowly brought his other hand to me and stuck out his pointer close to my mouth. I suddenly felt like a stupid little fish taking the bait on a line.

I quickly bite down and he shivered. I kept readjusting my bite since I wasn’t holding his hand this time but it was my turn to freeze when his voice finally broke free.

“You have no idea what you do to me, darling.”

He pulled his hand away but I following it and pulled back, gripping it harder with my teeth. He slowly pulled this time, making me move to follow his finger and half crawl on his lap.

I finally pull away, embarrassed that I let myself basically be dragged onto his lap. How did I let myself let go that much?

Starting to shy away and back off of his lap, I was met with his hand squeezing my cheeks, “Oh no you don’t. Sit up.” He turned my face to see his, still pink but more controlled now.

My eyes wandered for a moment and I knew what I wanted to bite next.

I listened and now straddled him, leaning in to kiss the cold cheek of his mask and trail down to his neck, warm and soft. I found the approximate spot he first bit me in and peppered it with kisses before opening my mouth wide and closing around it, biting gently, testing the waters.

Harlequin couldn’t help the small sound that left at a reaction. It fueled me, but not as much as his words, “Bite harder.”

I hum in agreement into his neck and reposition to bite harder, sinking deeper and deeper until it feels like I might hurt him. I hesitate at that moment and try not to push farther.

“Don’t be scared. It won’t hurt even if you made me bleed.” One of his hands snaked around my waist, and another stroked my back.

I reposition my bite again so I’m not pinching his skin with my teeth, and bite harder, only holding back a little this time.

It was hard to concentrate when his breathing was staggering and right in my ear.

I pull back and kiss the little mark in between little licks before it became more degenerate and I was desperately sucking, kissing, and biting at his skin to leave a mark.

He’s marked me so many times, it’s only fair.

I was by no means done with my work before I was quickly thrown onto the couch and pinned down. He was hovering over me, hands holding each wrist against the plush cushions as his animalistic side creeped through.

He wasted no time and dragged his sharp teeth against my neck. I scrunched up in sensitivity, but his hand pulled my head to the side to expose my neck whether I liked it or not. I hadn’t noticed how he replaced that hand on my wrist with one of his tentacles, but now felt more creeping around my body tentatively.

His teeth returned to graze down my neck and I was tensed up, mentally preparing for the sting of the bite.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Scared to be mine?” He teases against my neck, his breath making me shiver.

“Your teeth are sharper..! It hurts a lot..”

“Then bite me harder next time, mmkay?” He taunted one more time before biting down on a spot between my neck and shoulder, making me yelp and cry out in pain. I struggled against him and his extra slithering appendages that felt me up.

He pulled away slowly and licked at the spot. It radiated pain and I was almost sure he made me bleed again. My face was contorted in discomfort and I was breathing hard, trying hard not to wince.

He kissed the spot over and over and licked it as if he was soothing it, something he didn’t do. “You didn’t answer my question.” He growled against my neck as he peppered little kisses along it.

Soft moans escaped me and I realized his lips were warm rather than cold like before. I quickly picked my head up but was immediately pulled down and something wrapped around my eyes.

“No peeking~” he whispered in a singsong voice, dragging his teeth again and making me tense up in fear.

“P-please don’t bite again..”

“Then answer. Are you scared to be mine?”

I blushed hard and realized what a compromising position I was in. I tried to shake my head but couldn’t since he was holding it.

“Use those sweet words of yours won’t you?”

“No.. im… I’m not scare-“ I half scream and pull on my restraints as he bites down again next to the first one, more on my shoulder.

“H-harlequin!!” I scream and fail at pulling away.

As he pulled away from the bite, I winced and hissed in pain, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, still covered by probably one of his tentacles. He now hovered above my face and let me see him finally, small traces of my blood on his lips as he smiled big but with his mask on.

“Hurts..” I managed out and saw a flash of concern across his face for only a moment.

He leans back down and I tensed up, breathing hard in dizzying fear. He licked all around the two bites and kissed them tenderly and cold again, releasing my wrists as he did so.

My arms slowly moved around his neck, but was accompanied by winces. One of his hands found my hair and scratched gently at my scalp as he soothed the bites as best he could and whispered things in my ear.

“Mine.”

“You’re all mine.”

“Marking me like that, hm? Wanting everyone to know I’m yours?”

“Such a good pet, aren’t you?”

My mind was going dizzy with praise and when he finally pulled away to look at me, I was the one blushing and a mess.

He only smirks and helps me up wordlessly, pulling me into his lap- my back flush against his chest- so he can wrap his arms around me like I was his favorite plushie. I rested my head against one of his arms and looked down at his forearm, too tempted.

I hold it with my hands and bring it up to my mouth quickly to bite softly, biting over and over to find a good spot.

“Didn’t get enough, greedy pet?”

I half flinch at his words in my ear and fingers trailing the other side of my neck. I quickly released his arm and hugged it instead, all while shaking my head ‘no’.

“Mm.. not convincing.” He tilts my head the other way, exposing the un-abused side.

He licks up it once before his teeth drag down it.

“Please don’t..!” I shiver with my plead. “It-“

“‘Will hurt’? Darling, I know. It’s a shame you don’t get a choice in the matter… but I guess I could be nice just this once.”

His words on my neck transformed into many kisses that made me sigh out in relief and melt into it. My nerves were on high alert and the kisses felt surreal and only made me moan out softly. His words haunted my thoughts about not having a choice, fueling my excitement. But right now, I was happy to be gently kissed by this Harlequin.

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Hello lovelies <3

I was going to continue this as a nsfw but thought it was good as is. Leave a comment if you want to pick up right where you left off with our favorite Harlequin so he can mark you… elsewhere.

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If you happen to like a sort of master dynamic, please consider checking out the first chapter of my original story Behind You! (Pretty please?) Comments and suggestions are also always welcome and keep me motivated <3

He rushes to snuggle against your back, burrying his nose at the crook on your neck and taking a big whiff, making you yelp in surprise.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..." He sighs pleasantly.

So fresh.

So tantilizing.

Asking you to stop wearing perfume, dutily noted

✧Harlequin✧

He.

He knows. Very well.

"Oh... Would you look at that?" He smirks, when he realises from who that new intoxicating scent emanates from.

So poisonously feminine.

He doesn"t want kids. Not now at least. But he appreciates the delicious news about you. It may come in useful later, perhaps.

"Walking around all alone, beautiful?" He whispers musically in the shell of your ear as he grabs you by the hips solidely, digging his nails into your clothes, "I'll escort you somewhere safe and more... Intimate."

✧Jester✧

"Pet? Come here immediately." He orders harshly.

How dare you?

How dare you walk around his circus, flaunting your fertile scent for all to smell. You are such a pain in the neck to manage! He can't have Pierrot troubled while handling his blades, or Harlequin making an error in excitement while performing fire eating!

Woman! Don't you have any decency? Parading yourself like that? Ripe and ready to be claimed by anyone? He'll remind you who owns you.

He grabs you into a dark corner and hugs you tight, brushing his temples to yours and your neck, leaving his own smell on you.

Claming you for all to see.

"Now, that's better. And don't return to the circus smelling like fresh prey, Pet. I warn you this time..."

✧Ticket Taker✧

He is too old for games.

And maybe babies are on his mind since he took a liking to you? Who knows what lies behind that two faced mask, truly.

It is only for him to know.

"Dear one." He sternly salutes, before circling your waist modestly, yet posessively, making your heart skip a beat in surprise, "I want you in my tent in 5 minutes. You know perfectly what you are doing right now. And... I am willing to take up on your brave, albeit reckless offer, dear one. " He sussures lowly, "Do not make me wait."

✧Doctor✧

He hugs you tight, smelling your musk deeply into his lungs, almost drooling at the mouth.

"This is terribly interesting. I need to take notes. To run some tests immediately." He feverishly declares, opening the first button of your collar with practiced ease without you even noticing, "What do you thing, sweetheart? Would you let me use you for a special experiment? I long to explores all the... possible variations of my hypothesis with you."

Does he really realises what he it asking of you at that very moment? Not exactly, he is too high of your compatible pheromones, but once the high settles down and he recover his sense poist-coitus?

He'd dig that.

Babies with his most special patient? Why not, after all? He is surprisingly at ease with little ones.

With you, he can definitely try for it.