Charming Envy

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You watched silently from your spot on a bench by the Doctor’s tent as a group of three men all laughed at the waivers and signed them without a thought. Not even five minutes after they entered, a burly, bald man covered in tattoos with a beard that would make other men jealous, ran like his life depended on it (which it might have). You snickered to yourself, crossing your arms as you shook your head, wondering which one of the group would come running out next. The circus had just opened for the night, the sun not having set quite yet. This seemed to be one of the busiest times for the circus, too.

“Well, well, just can’t stay away, can you?” A familiar snide voice came from behind you. You didn’t even bother looking back, just sighing instead.

“Can I help you with something or are you just here to piss me off?” You ask.

“Oh, I could think of many ways you could help me, but I don’t think you’ll agree to them.” You feel a claw move some of your hair off your shoulder, and you suppress a shiver at the unexpected touch. 

“You do know your guard dog’s show is about to start, no?” Harlequin questioned, and you watched from your peripheral vision as he rested his hands on the back of the bench on either side of you, leaning over you slightly.

“I do.” You replied, not really feeling in the mood to indulge him in his little game of cat and mouse. He waited a moment to see if you’d give him a reason as to why you weren’t in Pierrot’s tent right now, but when you didn’t, he spoke again.

“Then why, my dear, are you all the way over here?” He prodded, leaning down over your right shoulder.

“I… I just don’t feel like seeing any shows right now.” You turned away from him and frowned. You really didn’t feel like entertaining him right now, either. Part of you wanted to either go bother Jester, Ticket Taker, or the Doctor, but you knew they were all busy at the moment. Between Pierrot barely giving you a moment alone and Harlequin breathing down your neck all the time, you just wanted a moment of silence to think. 

“Well that defeats the purpose of going to a circus, does it not?” He tried moving to your left, but you simply turned away again. “Well now I’m beginning to think you actually don’t want to see me right now.” He said in a mockingly pouty tone.

“Harlequin, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to see you.” You say with an eye-roll.

“Lies.” He whispers in your ears. “You like the thrill, and I thought you knew better than to try and lie to me.” He paused for a moment, again to see if you would reply. You didn’t.

“Don’t tell me Pierrot is getting under your skin?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“You’re both getting under my skin.” You mumbled, getting more annoyed. 

“I wonder how that would feel, being under your skin.” He mused to himself, and you just sighed. A longer beat of silence passed between you again, and he let this one go on for longer, which was strange. Very strange. It startled you when you felt him move away, and even more so when he came around the bench to sit with you. You didn’t look at each other for a few moments, but you could see out of the corner of your eye that he wasn’t smiling. 

“You’re boring today, any particular reason?” He finally asked. You side-eyed him to find him doing the same thing. You opened your mouth and then closed it again. You were not going to start talking to him about this. He’d just tease you some more and try to grope you somehow, you just knew it. 

“No.” You said. It was then that another man ran screaming out of the Doctor’s tent, making you smile. Harlequin was still unusually quiet beside you, also watching the man, grinning, as he disappeared toward the exit. 

“I just wanted a moment to just be by myself and think. The only time I can truly be alone is when he’s performing.” You start to explain, against your better judgement. “It’s just ever since the first day I met him, I haven’t been alone. He’s always there. All I think about now is the circus, and I’m always looking over my shoulder, and… and I don’t know.” You slump a little. “But I also need to get out more, because if I stay at home, I’m just going to bed-rot, and usually that’s what starts a depressive spiral, and then I end up in a bad place. So that’s why I’m here to begin with. It’s weird… to feel safe here. I know Pierrot would never let anything happen to me, and Ticket Taker and the Doctor seem to like me in some weird way. Jester scares me, but… I don’t know, maybe I’m crazy, but he doesn’t seem to dislike me.” You pause for a moment, and Harlequin doesn’t interrupt.

“And I guess I’ve just always felt more at-home with the freaks and geeks. I was always a weird kid, a social outlier. I’m not good at talking to people… most of the time. I’ve never even… Pierrot is the first person to actually show interest in me, and even if it is a lot and obsessive, it’s nice to feel wanted, I guess.”

“And I don’t make you feel wanted?” Harlequin sounded offended at that. I finally turn to look at him with a glare.

“You make me feel wanted in all the wrong ways.” You reply. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I just… I like the atmosphere here for some reason. I like seeing grown men scared, and I’ve always been weird in that I like the macabre, creepy, and unsettling things. Maybe I like watching other people be uncomfortable around what I find completely comfortable…” your voice grew distant as you started to put your thoughts into words. “Maybe I like it because they’ve always been comfortable where I’m uncomfortable. Parties, school, family gatherings, bars… I hate it all. That… actually makes some sense.” You started to really think about your revelation. 

“You should run away with the circus.” Harlequin leaned in to whisper in your ear with a wide smile. “Jester and Ticket Taker would take some convincing, but I just know your red dog would be thrilled.” 

“I-I can’t just completely uproot my life to—“

“Yes you can.” 

“I—“

“Ah-ah-ah, yes…you…can…” He lightly grabbed your chin so you couldn’t look away from him.

“Leave your silly little barista job, you cannot truthfully tell me it pays you well. And then what, your family? Friends? That’s what letters and visits are for.” He let you go now, staring down at you with a sly grin that started to seem like it was hiding something more. 

“You just want me around so you can keep trying to fuck me.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“Well yes…” he leaned back a little, not taking his eyes off you. “But to be quite honest, in the beginning, I just wanted to take you from Pierrot. Now? Well, to put it lightly, you’re intriguing. I’ll find my amusement lacking once we leave town.”

“Bullshit. You’ll find someone else to piss off.” You cross your arms.

“None as delightfully fun as you, I assure you.” 

“What has gotten into you? Where is Harlequin?” You ask suddenly.

“Are you accusing me of being an impostor?” He asked incredulously, putting a hand on his chest in mock shock. 

“You haven’t even tried to touch me or lick me or something yet.” You point out.

“Why? Do you want me to?” He leaned in close while he spoke, as if he was about to do something, but then he simply backed away again. You opened your mouth to respond, but he spoke again before you could.

“I’ll tell you what, my dear human, I’ll leave you to your internal stewing. You have good taste in places to people-watch.” He nodded to the Doctor’s tent. “If you decide you’d like further company, you know where to find me~” he said the last part in a sing-song tone before standing up again. “Your mutt will be preoccupied with his show for another forty-five minutes.” He added, before walking away and disappearing into the crowds. You were left there, utterly confused. That entire interaction was so unlike him. Was he actually the type to understand when someone is having a hard time mentally? Your skin prickled after having been expecting him to be touchy with you, only for him to leave you with one lingering sensation on your chin. 

Well fuck. 

You sat there, no longer enjoying yourself as you watched the third man finally flee from the tent. You felt stupid, like a dog coming up to his abusive owner, asking to get kicked. But god damn it, you almost wished he had been his normal, annoying, touchy self. 

Without even thinking about it, you stood up and started walking toward the green tent. 

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“Well that was fast.” Harlequin’s voice reached your ears before you could even make it halfway to his tent. He stood, leaning against the edge of a creepy little carnival game, watching you with a wide smile. 

“Shut up.” You grumble, now embarrassed.

“Huhum, did you get up and come all the way here just to tell me that?” He chuckled.

“No.” You make a face and start to look anywhere but at him. 

“Well at least you’re not being boring anymore.”

“Oh yeah, me being stupid and opening up to you about personal shit was boring, huh? You’re just going to blackmail me.” You raise your eyes to meet his again, just to met with his intense stare that made you look away again.

“So boring.” He pushed himself off the wall and took long, slow steps toward you. “I wasn’t going to blackmail you, but now that you’ve said it… it does sound rather fun.” Now that he’s close enough, you move as if to hit him, but he catches your hand and forcefully links his arm around yours, making you walk with him. 

“What a brat you are today.” He laughs to himself, leading you… away from his tent. 

“Where are we going?” You ask. 

“If Pierrot cannot find you, my tent is going to be the first place he looks, kitten.” He grinned down at you. “If we’re going to have an interesting time, I’d rather it be uninterrupted.” At that, you snatch your arm back out of his. He lets you. 

“I don’t know why I followed you.” You say, looking at the ground now. He didn’t make a move to grab you again, and just stood there. People passed you by, some of them looking on in either awe or fear at the green clown in front of you. This area was too crowded, and you didn’t like it. You were starting to feel slightly overwhelmed with all the eyes around you in your vulnerable state. 

“Come here.” Harlequin’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you looked back up at him. He was still smiling, although it felt forced now, and he was holding his hand out to you.

You hesitated. A group of loud women passed behind you, some teenagers walked between you and Harlequin, but the last straw was a man roughly brushing past you, knocking into your shoulder. You reached back out and grabbed Harlequin’s hand, and he quickly pulled you along. You missed the glare he cast behind him at the man who bumped into you, subsequently missing the way he memorized the man’s face. 

Harlequin pulled you along in silence, until you were on the outskirts of the circus grounds, near a supply trailer. 

“Why did you follow me? Do you even know?” He asked, stopping to let go of your hand and face you.

“I…” you tried to think of something, anything that wouldn’t sound stupid. You couldn’t. “I don’t know.”

“I do~” He teased.

“Alright then, tell me.” You say, motioning for him to go on. He took a step toward you, making you look up at him. 

“You… are curious. You like the unknown, the odd. You like adrenaline, you like letting someone make decisions for you, but at the same time feeling like they were your decisions all along.” You try to find words to defend yourself, but you come up short. 

“No I don’t!” You huff indignantly, and he just laughs at you. 

“When I first found you on that bench, you didn’t tell me to, oh what’s the phrasing? ‘Fuck off.’ It was me who decided to sit with you, but by talking to me, you felt that you were the one inviting me, though you’d never actually ask me to sit.” He gave you his first example. 

“And don’t forget, I was the one to invite you to follow, you simply took the invite. And this isn’t your first time doing that…” his grin widened and eyes narrowed at the memory. 

“You want to run away with the circus, I know you do. You just won’t do it until someone tells you to but makes it feel like your idea.” He poked your chest accusitorily. “You humans seem to be quite fond of this concept, this illusion of decision-making. It’s cute. Just say you want to be told what to do. Say it now and save yourself the embarrassment when you finally admit it to me later.”

You were hardly embarrassed anymore, now you were angry. How dare he say these things about you. You don’t just do as you’re told! That was stupid, you were perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Yet… you did want to run away with the circus, but you knew you would never do it unless one of them told you to… fuck, maybe he was right. 

“Fuck you.” You grumble.

“What was that?” He bent down closer to you, turning his head and holding a hand up to his ear. 

“I said fuck you! You sadistic, womanizing, green, annoying, arrogant, piece of shit, ugly, bastard, predator!” You shout at him. He simply stands straight up and smiles at you. 

“Say it with your chest, dear one.” He laughed lightly. “Do you feel better now?”

“I hate you.” You added, your voice softer now. You actually did feel better. Huh. 

“I know.” He said, before he began looking at you like he was thinking about something devious. “I think we should work on something today.” He mused.

“The fuck does that mean?” You were visibly confused by his statement. 

“If you’re going to run away with the circus, you cannot be so… pathetic. It doesn’t suit you, dear. You need to learn how to say what you want rather than waiting for someone else to say it first.” He looked upwards in thought briefly before looking back at you like he’d had an idea. 

“I’m perfectly capable of saying what I want.” You protest, now getting upset that he was treating this like some kind of lesson. 

“I’ll give you five things. Five commands. Anything you want from me, or want me to do, I will… listen. Within reason, of course. But you must mean it. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“Fine, I want you to shut up!” You barely miss a beat before saying what you really wanted most. He nodded at you. A moment went by in silence, with him just staring at you. Wait, was he being serious? 

“I…” you hesitate, thinking for a moment. What did you want with him? From him, you mean. Of course that’s what you mean. 

“What if I ask you to die?” You ask, trying and failing to be threatening. He simply lifted a hand and wagged a finger at you, mouthing the word ‘liar.’

You thought for a minute more, surprised that he actually stood there, waiting, in silence. 

“I want…” you wanted to see him obey you, just this once. “I want you on your knees.” His eyes widened at first, an awfully pleased look crossing his face, before he did as you asked. His knees hit the grass, and he sat there, looking slightly up at you. You stared at him in disbelief. 

You felt a strange feeling bubble up in you, something confident, powerful almost.

“I want—“ a nearby scream cut you off, reminding you that there were still people wandering about out here. You glanced at the supply trailer. 

“I’m not wasting a want on this, but I’m going in there. You can follow me if you want to.” You told him. You weren’t going to be dumb enough to say that you wanted to go inside, he would certainly make that count. You start toward the trailer, hearing him get up behind you and follow. 

Once inside, he shut the door and turned to face you again, his grin very wide now. You got the feeling you fucked up. But he still didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything.

The little wooden trailer was dusty, and mostly empty save a few boxes. Light filtered in through a little barred window on one of the walls, and you could see the dust floating in the late afternoon setting sun.

“I… I don’t believe I told you I wanted you standing. In fact, you should have crawled after me.” You cross your arms. He shrugs and gets back on his knees. 

“I want to see those… things, the rope things that you said are you.” You say cautiously, wondering if he’d refuse, which he didn’t. Harlequin untied his cape, and slowly, four green… things… slithered out from beneath his shirt, seemingly coming from his back. They were long, and thick enough that your hand wouldn’t be able to close around it if you tried. They behaved in the same way a cat’s tail would move, but with a little more intention. Without thinking, you reached your hand out to one, and it quickly took the opportunity to wrap around your hand and seize your wrist, yanking you closer to him. 

“Hey!” You glared at him, and he snickered. You made a face before returning your attention to the tentacle now holding your hand hostage. It squeezed lightly, enough to be firm, but loose enough where you could pull away if you wanted to. It was smooth, but not wet or slimy. It felt weird, like a snake without scales. 

You began to think about your fourth request. Now you really weren’t sure what you wanted. Well, you did. But you weren’t just going to ask that… no, that would be too easy for him. Or too easy for you? Why would you give him what he wanted? But what if you wanted what he wanted? 

You didn’t exactly want Pierrot to interrupt you two last time. That realization made you sit in silence for a while the other day. You looked at the clock on your phone, you still had time. But no, you couldn’t. Even if you wanted to. But why? Are you scared? Did you think he’d hurt you? Probably. But as much as you denied it and tried to ignore it, you liked that, if only just a little. 

You were pulled from your thoughts by the feeling of a tentacle slowly sliding around your ankle. 

“What the—“ you yelped when you felt another one shoot up your leg and wrap around your thigh. The fourth appendage was around your waist in an instant, and you were yanked down to the floor. Within the time it took you to blink, Harlequin was atop you. But he didn’t lean in, didn’t bite you, didn’t touch you aside from where his tentacles were still wrapped around you. Instead he stared at you expectantly. Like he was waiting for you to ask him to stop. 

You stared back, and not a single word from your brain made it to your tongue for a moment. Suddenly the silence was too much.

“Y-you can um… you can speak now if you want.” You say, still not attempting to move away from him.

“Fucking finally.” He growled out. “You’re lucky I followed through on that one, human.” He said venomously, his grip tightening where he was wrapped around you.

“So how do you like it? Being truthful with yourself?” He shifted his tone to something more knowing and sly, though there was still some frustration behind it as well. 

“I… um…” were you really about to be honest with him? Fuck it, you were. “I like it.” You murmured.

“Well… you have two more requests for me.” He reminded you, leaning a little closer, practically eating you with his eyes. Your heart started beating faster. What you wanted was for him to slither into your clothes again. To pick up where he left off. You wanted him to fuck you. But that scared you. You’d never done this before, which scared you even more. He’d most definitely be rough, violent even. Could you handle that? 

While you spiraled in thought, he watched the fear settle on your face. He knew what you wanted, he knew you wanted him. Hell, he could even smell your arousal right now. But that scared you. Oh how deliciously adorable that was. You were too scared to admit to yourself that you wanted him to fuck you until you couldn’t see straight. Until you couldn’t walk. But he would make himself wait. It would all be over if took what he wanted without consent. It wouldn’t be fun anymore, it would defile you. It would make you truly hate him, and it would make you truly fear him. For some reason, he didn’t want you to fear him anymore, and as much as he denies it to himself, it was nice to just… speak to you earlier. Listen to you. It was something he didn’t know he actually wanted until he had it today. It felt… odd. 

He also thought that pushing you too far would break you. He wouldn’t exactly say he feared your surrender, but he certainly didn’t want you to just give up and take it. He wanted you to want it. To enjoy it, to want to come back for more. He wanted to hear you say that you wanted him to touch you, to taste you, fuck you, he didn’t care anymore as long as it was something. He wanted you to realize that you didn’t have to be with Pierrot just because he saw you first. Just because he was the first person in your life to show interest in you (which he thought was absurd). Deep down, he just wanted you to choose him for some odd, mushy reason he didn’t want to think about. He wondered briefly when he’d gotten so soft. 

The tension in the air was thick enough it was palpable as you just stared at each other. 

“I…” you stared, needing to say something, anything. 

“Yes?” His grip tightened, and he leaned in even closer to your face. You could feel his breath now, mixing with yours.

“I-I want…” you tried again. “Um…” you swallowed thickly. 

“If you want me to leave, you can say it.” He gave you a serious warning now. 

“I don’t want you to leave.” At least you were able to say that.

“Oh?” His grin turns sharp. “So then, what do you want?” It was taking every last ounce of his willpower to not advance, to stay still, to not just inch up just a little bit into your shirt. 

“I…” you take a deep breath, “I want you.” 

“Well yes, dear one. I’m here. You have that.” He said teasingly.

“Fuck! I just want you to fuck me, okay? God!” You finally get so frustrated with yourself that it finally just spills out. 

“There, was that so hard?” He cooed at you, moving a lock of hair out of your face before grabbing your chin in a tight hold with one hand, letting it fall behind him with the other. Your frustration with him and this whole game was finally starting to bubble over, so naturally, you intended to take it out on him.

“Not as hard as you are right now.” You give him a snarky response.

“Huhum, I think that’s enough out of you.” He roughly let go of your face, and then you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach. He wrapped a tentacle around your wrists, binding them behind your back while he yanked off your pants and underwear. A wave of panic washed over you in that moment, and you struggled under his hold.

“W-wait, please!” You cried out. You heard him grumble under his breath.

“What is it now?” He practically hissed into your ear, his hands now firmly gripping your waist and his claws starting to dig into your skin. 

“I-I’ve never done this before, I… I’m… fuck, I’m scared, okay?” You try to calm yourself, but your breaths are still ragged and fast and your heart was thundering in your ears. His grip let up ever so slightly.

“What do you mean you’ve ’never done this?’ Not even a cheap one-night-stand? Teenage romance? Simply just bad sex? Nothing? Not even with Pierrot?”  He asked, though he sounded less frustrated and more excited now. 

“None of that. Never.” You nodded, trembling now. 

“Well… now that is interesting. If you’re asking me to be gentle, the answer will be no, I’m afraid. However… I‘ll compromise and only make things painful if you ask. Just this once. And to think I get to have you even before your guard dog… that is special…” You couldn’t see him behind you, but you could hear the grin in his voice. Did you actually want this? What if he thought that this was an invitation to just assault you all the time now? You supposed you could go cry to Pierrot about it… 

“If I don’t like it, I won’t let you have me like this again. I’ll tell Pierrot you took advantage of me.” You threatened.

“That’s what you’re afraid of? That you won’t like it? Oh little human… you really haven’t been shown a good time. Believe me, you will leave here satisfied.” He didn’t even bother addressing your threat. His grip on your waist tightened again, his claws making little divots in your skin. 

 “Now may I resume?” The way he practically growled into your ear sent a shiver from your neck, all the way down between your legs. You hadn’t forgotten the fact that you were bottomless beneath him now, the thought making your face burn. Maybe facing away from him was better. 

“Y-yes…” You mumble, bracing yourself. You half expected him to just slam into you, smack your ass, or something else equally startling and painful. He used the tentacle wrapped around your waist to hold your back end off the floor a little while still using a second tentacle to restrain your hands and keep your front pressed to the ground. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath in anticipation, but merely gasp when you feel him slide his middle finger up your folds and immediately begin to circle your clit.

“Oh…” You let out a light moan and involuntarily roll your hips into his hand. He chuckles behind you.

“My my, you’re already so awfully wet, kitten. Do you like being held down?” He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Or do you just like my voice?” 

“Mmm, I… ohh…” You can’t focus on anything with the way he held perfect rhythm sliding around your clit, growing faster and faster while your breath kept catching in your throat.

“What was that, dear? You just love the way I turn you on with just my words? Say it louder for me, hmm?” He grabbed at your ass cheek and squeezed, his claws leaving five little red marks on your skin. “Say it.” He repeats, a little firmer.

“I-I… mmm, I think y-your–ohh… um, your words are… haa… fucking annoying” A sharp slap on your rear made you yelp in surprise. His fingers had left your throbbing cunt now, and you felt a confusing mixture of emotions. You felt a thrill from antagonizing him like that, yet frustrated that he stopped touching you, and at the same time, the sting from his hand felt good in some odd way. 

“Oh, so first you cry to me that you’re a poor little virgin, and then you decide to be naughty?” He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. “Maybe I was being a little too polite.” You feel one of his tentacles slide up your thigh, barely giving you a moment to register what was happening before it was pressing into you, stretching you out. 

“Ohh fuck!” You cry out, panting heavily as it starts to piston into you. His fourth tentacle then starts to slide up your shirt and wrap around one of your breasts, squeezing at it a little roughly. 

“Now what do you have to say for yourself?” He asks you, and you feel his hands sliding over your bare hips. Only a moan leaves your lips as your hands struggle under his hold, wishing you had something to grab onto. 

“If you want your hands back, you’ll have to earn them.” Finally his finger returns to your clit, jumping straight to a brutal pace.

“Ah!” You jerk away initially at the sudden sensation, before trying your best to grind into him to chase the tightening sensation in your stomach. 

“H-Harley I… fuck, I’m close… mmm…” You whine.

“I know.” He says right beside your ear again. You were teetering on the very edge when suddenly all stimulation was gone. The tentacle filling you pulled out, his hand left your clit, and he let go of your breast. You just laid there in shock for a moment, panting, before anger suddenly welled up in your chest. 

“Oh fuck you, you fucking asshole!” You struggle against him again, this time trying to kick him. He simply laughs. 

“Such a filthy mouth for such a pretty thing.” You felt him lean over you, and then his hand slipped over your shoulder and then around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, only pulled slightly to get you to look up a little. You feel a tentacle slide up alongside his hand, and then feel it begins

 to prod at your mouth. 

“This should fix that. Do not bite me.You will not be very fond of me anymore if you do. Do you understand?” He says seriously.

“Yes.” You give a slight nod, parting your lips despite fear rising in your chest that all you’d do is choke or vomit on him. It felt beyond strange as the tentacle entered your mouth and explored for just a moment before starting to slide in and out of your mouth. You tried to relax, and focus on not gagging as it slowly went deeper and deeper. You moaned around him when he resumed his earlier assault on your pussy. He then hit the back of your throat and you gagged, but he didn’t stop. Your eyes were tearing up as you took him as best as you could, drool dripping down your chin and onto the floor below. 

“That’s much better, don’t you think? Perhaps I should invest in a gag for you.” He muses to himself while beginning to feel up your abdomen with his free hand. His claws scrape at your delicate skin, and you began to feel overwhelmed by the amount of sensations you were feeling at the same time. All you could do was lay there and take him, and you really wanted to cum this time, so you did your best not to fight him. A strangled whine escaped you before you choked again, sputtering around the tentacle and gasping for air.

He finally pulled out of your mouth for a moment, letting you swallow and breathe, before shoving his tentacle back in to continue abusing the back of your throat. Lewd noises squelched from between your legs as his other tentacle continued to fuck you, and he started to circle your clit faster. You were almost there, just a little bit more— 

Everything was gone. Again. Ragged breaths shook your body, and you just about cried. Did he really have to be so fucking cruel? You were about to turn your head back to yell at him, but before you could, let go of you for just a second before spinning you around to lay on your back, restraining your hands above your head this time. 

The sight of him now was genuinely terrifying as he loomed over you, a very wide grin with sharp fangs making your heart beat even faster out of fear. His bright green pupils were blown wide, and his presence overall felt increasingly more intense and overwhelming.

“I love it when I can smell your fear.” He leans in close and proceeds to lick up your neck before dragging his teeth across your skin while he slid your shirt up, palming your chest over your bra. “Your frustration is so delicious…” he muttered against you. “Now tell me… what do you want? Shall I bite you, kitten?” It felt like your mind went numb at the thought of his teeth sinking into you.

“P-please…” You whimpered, pressing your thighs together to try and create some kind of friction in his absence. A sharp stinging spread over your neck as he dug in, and once your blood met his tongue, he bit down a little harder as he started to suck on it. His hands slipped around behind you to unclasp your bra, and he pulled back so that he could pull both your shirt and bra off in one tug. With you completely naked beneath him now, he took a moment to stare.

“Look at you, so vulnerable, so exposed for me. Do you like this? Do you want me to ravage you, my dear?” 

“I…” you took a deep breath. You did want him to eat you out, so very badly, but you also knew that most guys thought that was gross. Did he? Part of you still thought that he’d simply seek his own pleasure, but yet here he was, toying with you, edging you. 

“I want… um… would you…” you try to form words as he leans back down to lick up your sternum, nipping around your breasts while he waited for you to spill whatever it was you wanted. “I want your mouth on me…” you whined.

“It already is, kitten. Can you not tell?” He replied knowingly, swirling the tips of his forked tongue around one of your nipples. 

“Fuck…” you murmured. “I want you to e—“ you stop yourself. Maybe ‘eat me’ isn’t the right choice of words here. He chuckled when you whined again as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers. It was like he enjoyed watching you struggle with words, “to, um… ohh…” Your back arched when he pressed his knee against your sex.

“I want your mouth on my pussy, please…” you finally let it out with a whine. 

“Such a lewd request, my dear. How could I possibly refuse such a fragile, mewling mess like you?” Without releasing your hands, still held in place by a tentacle, he drew back before sliding his arms under your thighs and hoisting your hips up. You figured he didn’t want to lay on the floor for this, and the angle started sending more blood to your head, making your heartbeat bound in your ears.

You watched as he licked the lips of his mask, before he seemed to think about something. With both of his hands occupied by tightly gripping your thighs, he used a tentacle to wrap around the edge of his mask, pulling it off. 

By now the sun had set, and it was decently dark in the little supply trailer, the only light coming from a nearby lamppost filtering in through the tiny window.

In this lighting, his face appeared to be an inky black, and his pupils glowed bright green. He grinned up at you, rather pleased with himself at the way you studied his face.

“Such a curious little creature you are. Do you want to see more? More of what we are?” He blew on you, his breath feeling almost chilly against your hot core. Your breath caught in your throat as you trembled slightly, aching for his touch. 

“I can’t wait until you see more of me. Oh what a delicious reaction you’ll have.” He laughed to himself for a moment before his forked, green tongue gave a long lick to your folds. He hummed thoughtfully at the taste, before proceeding to lick up as much of your wetness as he could, his tongue slipping deep inside you, swiping over your walls.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, squeezing your hands into fists and arching into him. His claws started to dig into your thighs, and you felt a couple of them break skin. The sharp feeling made your eyes prick with tears, but not in a bad way.

His tongue just didn’t stop moving, first it would be in you, then pull out and circle your clit for a moment before slipping back in. Every breath that left you carried a moan with it, and you were quickly approaching your orgasm again. You squeezed your fists so tight that your nails dug into your own palm as you focused hard on trying not to struggle. You hoped that if you were good, if you didn’t struggle, maybe he would let you cum this time. Your hope built when he shifted his attention solely to your clit, flicking around it at a speed you didn’t know was possible. 

You bit your lip, willing yourself to stay still for him, tears of pleasure dripping past your ears. You sent a desperate glance down at him, only to be met with him staring right back up at your pleading face. Your breaths quickened and… he pulled away. Your demeanor shifted in an instant and you bent your legs to trap his head, squeezing as tight as you could to hold him in place. 

“You motherfucker…” you ground out. His eyes widened just for a moment before he laughed, turning his head to bite your right thigh. Hard. 

“Ow!” You jerked away and he escaped.”Didn’t you tell me I would leave here satisfied? You’re such a sadistic, narcissistic prick, do you know that?” 

“So I’ve been told.” He grins at you, two tentacles now starting to wrap around your legs. You try to kick them off, but are unsuccessful. “What makes you think I’m done yet? You know, you haven’t even told me that you want to cum. How would I know?” He shrugs, inspecting his claws like he didn’t just have you moaning around his tongue. The tentacles around your legs forced you to bend them, so your knees were in the air and your feet planted on the ground. You were getting really frustrated at your hands being bound for so long, and now he had to go and tie up your legs too? 

“I want to cum, goddammit!” You say it with your chest, “and I want your things off of me!” He cast a sideways glance your way. 

“They stay. For now.” He told you. “I quite like having you all tied up. Should’ve had your legs restrained too. Look what you did…” He runs a finger across the wound on your thigh. When you pulled away with his teeth still on you, it created a few longer scratches, small beads of blood forming where it was deepest. He collected the blood on his finger before licking it all off. 

“What I did?” You repeat incredulously. “Do you mean what you did?” 

“Consequences, darling.” He simply smiled. “You decided to trap me, I escaped. Though I wonder if that was enough punishment, especially since you decided to say some very rude things. Maybe I should deny you again? Or would you like a good old-fashioned spanking? Perhaps I could put you to work. So many wonderful options, don’t you think?”

“If I picked my punishment, would you accept it?” You asked, still visibly upset, but you were in the process of coming up with something. 

“Depends. What do you have in mind?”

“I… I could suck you off?” You offered. He sat back, tapping a finger on his chin with a hum. 

“I think we can work with that.” His tone darkened, and somehow a chill ran down your spine. “If you do well, maybe I’ll give you your hands back.”

“I told you before, I don’t know what I’m doing. But I’ll try.” You tell him, your anxiety returning. 

“Put your lips over your teeth, and relax your throat. Remember to breathe through your nose. It’s not all that different from earlier. Just a little bigger. And, well… you’ll see, huhum. ” He stood up, and his tentacles started to pull you up as well so you sat on your knees, with your legs and hands still bound. 

You watched in the dim light as he unbuttoned the front of his pants, and pulled his cock— no, cocks out. Two. There were two of them. Two. They were an inky black like his face was, with the tips fading to green. From what you’d seen on the internet and heard people talk about, you thought he was probably somewhere around ‘above average’ in both length and width. 

“Oh, that expression on you never gets old.” He brought your attention back up to his face, making you realize you had been staring for a little longer than you thought you had. “If only Jester would let us have our phones on us during the circus, I’d take a picture.” He grumbled more to himself than to you. 

“You have a phone?” You asked suddenly, the idea never actually having crossed your mind.

“Of course I have a phone, it’s 2026.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ll have to give you my number so you can send me lovely little pictures of yourself.” He took a couple steps toward you until you had to look back down at his lengths in front of you. You flinch for a second when you feel his hand rest on the top of your head.

“Open.” He instructs. You obey, looking back up at him as you open your mouth wide. He lets you start with just one, taking the other in his free hand to stroke it slowly. The precum that’s been leaking out of him tastes salty, and a bit bitter. He doesn’t rush it yet, and slowly pushes into your mouth. You remember to do what he says, keeping the edges of your teeth covered with your lips and trying to relax your throat. He pushes in, just a little over halfway until you squeeze your eyes shut, fighting off the urge to gag. Then without warning, he pulls almost all the way out, only to buck back into your face, starting off fast. You made a startled noise around him, and you would have backed away a little if his hand wasn’t on your head, keeping you in place. 

“Remember dear one, you picked this as your punishment. I don’t intend to make it fully pleasant for you. But I suppose if you really think it is absolutely unbearable, clap your hands together. Do you understand?” The fact that he was giving you an out, a safe signal, genuinely surprised you. Then dread started creeping through your body as you wondered what he had planned that would warrant a tap-out. Nevertheless, you nodded slightly when he slowed down to allow you to do so. “Do it for me now.” He asked. You clapped your hands twice. “Now only do it if you mean it.” He added, before picking up the pace again, prodding slightly deeper as he did so. You gagged around him, but he didn’t stop. You almost swore you heard him utter a quiet groan at the feeling of your mouth around him. 

The hand on your head started to pull you closer, and you felt his fingers start to wrap around your hair. You followed his lead and let him bob your head back and forth, desperately trying not to choke. You felt the tentacle holding your hands together loosen, before letting go completely.

“One hand on each, Meu Bem…” he instructed, tension audible in his voice. You weren’t sure what he just called you, but it sounded like Portuguese maybe? You hoped he’d say more. You hummed around him, and he took in a sharp breath as you lifted your hands to wrap around the base of each cock, your fingers not quite reaching all the way around. 

He slowed slightly so that you could figure out what you were doing as you tried to divide your attention between giving long strokes to one while still bobbing on the other. Your hand now around the base helped keep him from going too deep now, allowing you to breathe a little. It was then that you noticed how sore your jaw was already, but  there were a couple things you wanted to try, so you started by squeezing him at the base with both hands. Much to your excitement, he groaned at that, and tightened his grip on your hair. You coughed when he roughly slammed into you a few times. 

When he suddenly pulled out, you wondered if he’d had enough, only for him to shove his other cock in, resuming his rough pace. You noted that he’d grown rather quiet, no witty quips or insults left him, just occasional small groans. You glanced up at him, and for a split second you saw a glimpse of a blissful look across his features, his mouth hanging open in a quiet pant, before he locked eyes with you and a sharp smile returned. 

“Taking me so well… Isso é muito bom… Porra…” he started mumbling under his breath. “Aguenta o meu pau como uma boa putinha…” You moaned at his words, despite not knowing what he was saying. simply hearing that roll off his tongue like the most natural thing in the world was hot. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted to hear more. You took him as deep as you could, feeling him slide down in the back of your throat, sucking as you pulled off. You squeezed the cock currently in your mouth while you dragged your thumb over the tip of the other, and he groaned again.

“Você aprende rápido; gosto disso.” He started moving faster, his panting growing heavier. “Eu sabia que valia a pena esperar por você. Uma gatinha tão boazinha…” You were slightly confused when he pulled out of your mouth again, but any question you had was answered when he grabbed both lengths and shoved them back in you together. Your mouth could just barely fit them, and the corners of your lips stung. You couldn’t cover your teeth anymore, but he didn’t care, still fucking your face with fervor. 

Drool dripped from your chin and onto the floor below, you couldn’t help it as you were now completely unable to swallow at all with your mouth so full. Tears dripped down your face and neck as well from how difficult it was not to gag and to gag. Every time you choked, he just kept pumping, and your jaw was really hurting now. It was becoming overall very unpleasant now, and you thought about maybe tapping out, but… maybe he was almost there. His thrusts were growing sporadic, and he started groaning again. 

“Estou quase lá, não pare, por favor…” He muttered. You at least knew what the last part was, and Harlequin saying “please” was extremely unexpected to you. You looked back up at him to find his head tilted back with his mouth hanging open, his chest heaving dramatically with every breath. So he was close. Desperate to be done and give your mouth a rest, you squeezed the bases again in your hands, and that was it. 

“Porra!” He practically growled the word as a hot feeling filled your mouth and ran down your throat before you could react. You coughed hard when some of it nearly went down the wrong way. He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you as far onto him as he could, and you tried to ignore the bile rising in your throat, especially at the bitter taste now all over your tongue. 

Harlequin rutted into you one more time, spilling the last of his cum into your throat before finally pulling out. You gasped and coughed, a lot of it dripping from your mouth in thick, goopy strands mixing with your saliva. He watched as you sputtered and gasped for air, coughing, even retching a couple times. 

“We should most certainly do this again sometime, gata.” You felt a hand on your wet chin, lifting your head to look up at him. You barely even remembered that your legs had been restrained until his tentacles slithered off of you finally. You panted where you sat, still trying to recover as he wiped up some of the mess on your face with a finger.

“Open.” He instructed for the second time that night. Without even thinking about it, you did so, and he shoved it all back in your mouth. You closed your lips around his finger and sucked, trying not to make a face at the taste as you swallowed. He pressed downwards on your tongue, opening your mouth and looking inside. He couldn’t help but feel his ego swell when he saw your empty mouth. 

“Good girl.” He practically purred. The praise sent a wave of heat to your core, reminding you of what you still wanted. 

“Can I please cum now, Harley?” You stayed on your knees, but slid a hand up his thigh, eager to finally touch him now that you had your hands back. His cocks twitched at your touch before he was quick to stuff himself back in his pants. You felt a bit disappointed at that. You had wanted him to undress more. 

“It’s Harlequin.” He corrected you, though he didn’t actually seem upset about the nickname. You wanted to make a retort, but didn't want him to deny you again for being a brat. 

“Yes sir, Harlequin.” You nodded, lightly trailing your finger up and down his leg, intentionally ‘accidentally’ grazing the outline of one of his cocks. He inhaled sharply but he didn’t stop you, instead raising an eyebrow. He couldn’t tell if he liked you saying that or not. 

“Suddenly obedient, are we?” He smirked down at you. “Get up.” You do as you’re told and stand up. He then puts a hand on your back, and guides you through the dark trailer to some kind of large box or bin on the floor. “Sit” He then adds, and you do so. 

“So you want me to let you cum, hmm?” He asked, leaning over you now, one hand on your thigh. 

“Yes, please, I want it so badly it hurts.” You whined, your skin feeling like it was on fire where he touched you now. 

“Well, since you took your punishment so well for me… I suppose I could allow it.” His hand crept closer, and you spread your legs readily. “Perhaps I’ll make you cum until you beg for me to stop.” He had almost a cruel expression on his face as he said that. “Do you want that, my dear?” You felt like this was a trick question, where the only correct answer was ‘yes’. 

“Yes.” You nodded desperately, fighting the urge to just grind your hips where you sat. 

“Tell me how much you want it.” He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“I don’t just want it, I need it. I feel like my body is on fire, it just burns so much. I’ve wanted it ever since that moment in the tent… please Harley, let me cum for you.” The nickname slipped out without you thinking about it, but this time he didn’t say anything about it as you felt his tongue glide up your neck, his teeth lightly scratching you. At the same time, he slipped his hand between your legs, dipping two fingers into your wetness. You let out a breathy moan and arched into his touch. His tentacles mindlessly began to slide around your legs and hips, not squeezing or coiling, just feeling. 

Two fingers easily slid into you, and his thumb slowly circled your clit. He nipped at your neck, licking and kissing at the little red marks as he started to pump in and out, pressing up and curling inside you as he did. You felt a dull scraping from his claws, but he was surprisingly very mindful when it came to not scratching you on the inside. 

“Ohh… fuck…” You muttered, wrapping your arms around him as if he was going to draw back again. He chuckled into your skin when he felt you grip the back of his shirt. 

“Such a good girl, falling apart already. I bet I could make you cum without even touching you. We’ll have to try it sometime. Would you like to ride my thigh while I whisper obscenities to you, dear one?” You nod quickly. 

“Y-yes, god yes…” your mind was growing fuzzy with need, and at this point, you’d probably say yes to anything he said to you. He started to speed up, introducing a third digit, and you were quickly building up to your peak already, having been edged so many times. His tentacles meandered about your body, sliding over your stomach, ass, breasts, and shoulders as if they were memorizing your shape. 

Harlequin wanted to bite and lick down your body, but he stayed where you held him. Even he wanted to finally let you have your release, however you wanted it. But after you finally had your little moment, he wasn’t going to stop, no. This was nowhere near over for him. He had been patient. He let you entertain Pierrot, using that damn red ticket to get into the circus every night. The fact that you were letting him have you before that red dog thrilled him and simply thinking about that had him getting hard again. Perhaps now you’d want his ticket. He’d just have to tell Bil that you still weren’t allowed in the pink tent. As much as Harlequin loved toying with fools, you were too good for that. Fools didn’t put up a fight or make snarky comments. They didn’t moan and beg like you did. They didn’t feel like you did. They didn’t make him feel what you made him feel. 

“H-Harle… mmm… Harlequin…” You breathed out in a soft moan. Your mouth next to his ear made you sound so much sweeter. It was probably the only sweet thing he actually liked. You clutched him tightly, and somewhere in the back of your mind you thought you felt him begin to melt into you. 

“That’s it, meu anjo…” He muttered back, licking just below your own ear. He pressed hard into the spongy area inside you that he knew would send you careening toward your end. “Cum for me, dear one… let go.” 

Your body convulsed and you saw white. A loud moan ripped through you while your legs shook, and Harlequin pulled back just enough to see your face. Tears streaked down your cheeks, your eyes glassy and unfocused as your mouth hung open. Your hair was mussed, and each breath you took shook your entire body. He couldn’t deny just how beautiful you looked in that moment. 

He worked you through your orgasm, slowing down a little, but not fully stopping until you practically melted into a puddle. Your hold on him loosened before your arms fell back to your sides. He stood up, looking down at the masterpiece of you sprawled out, an absolute mess, with your chest heaving. You stared blankly up at the ceiling for a moment until your eyes drifted to him.

You weren’t quite sure what to say. Thank you? That felt great? I love you? 

So, you didn’t say anything, and instead weakly reached for him in your post-orgasmic haze. Your ears were ringing and you felt cold. You just wanted him to come closer again. If only for a moment. 

Harlequin felt his chest twist in an uncomfortable way when you reached for him. That was another thing the fools didn’t do. They didn’t get all soft and sappy. They didn’t want a hug. They didn’t want to cuddle after sex. And neither did he. Did he? To pull your warm body into him, wrapping his legs and tentacles around you while breathing in your scent and drifting off to sleep.

Hell no.

Fuck no. 

He almost slapped himself for thinking about such dumb shit. Maybe he shouldn’t have done this. Because now… now he was thinking about you too much. Reading into things too much. He had to stop that. What the fuck was wrong with him? 

As you began to come back to reality, you saw Harlequin standing above you, staring. Not at you, but through you. He wasn’t smiling anymore, and you had a hard time making out his expression. He looked… Confused? Maybe slightly angry? A little sad? And then in an instant, it was gone as his smile returned.

“Finally with me again? Are you ready for more?” His tentacles suddenly seemed alive again, wrapping around your waist to flip you over onto your stomach, much to your displeasure. Now you couldn’t touch him or see him anymore. Before you could protest, his hand was on your cunt again, this time almost violently assaulting your clit. You let out a sharp yelp as your back arched. Back and forth he raced over it, putting far more pressure in his motions than before.

“A-ah! Shit, Harley!” You squirmed, your body subconsciously trying to retreat, but he held you in place, his tentacles around your waist while he leaned over you. His free hand reached up to ghost your neck, barely touching you at first, waiting for you to ask him to stop. 

When you didn’t say anything, and instead just moaned, he grabbed your neck gently, tilting your head up. 

“Such a fragile, submissive little thing you are. Falling to pieces from my touch, moaning for me. Crying out my name! And then later…” he leans in close, “when it’s Pierrot’s turn to fuck you, I want you to say my name when you cum on his cock. I want him to stop and look at you in horror as he realizes who you really want. And then…” He continued, his voice sounding giddy, “When he can’t please you like I do, I want you to come back to me. Tell me how badly you want me again. How you want me to touch you, to edge you, to devour you like I haven’t eaten in centuries, to fuck you until you can’t stand…” The pressure on your neck grew firmer with every word, until your breaths came out as soft wheezes. Your body jolted as he continued to speed over your clit, and you were quickly on the edge yet again.

“H-Harle…quin…” you gasped, your face growing warmer from the pressure. His claws scraped against the back of your neck, and he watched your face flush red as you tried your best to keep breathing. You squeezed your eyes shut and groaned as you approached your second orgasm. 

“A-arley— mmm!“ It was nearly as intense as the first, your hips and legs stuttering while you sputtered in his grasp. Your vision started becoming spotty before his grip on your neck disappeared and you gasped, coughing at how quickly the air filled your lungs. After a couple moments of you catching your breath, you felt his hands trailing down your back, coming to rest on your rear. You tiredly lifted your head to look behind you, watching as he knelt down behind you. He cast you a wry grin. He was up to something again. 

“What’re you—“

You jolted when his fingers brushed your very sensitive clit again, this time sliding up you, past your entrance, and—

“Harley!” You cry out and jerk away when the dragged your slick all the way to your asshole. “I-I don’t… um, I…”

“I have two cocks, you have two holes, gatinho.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “A perfect fit, no?” He gave a light squeeze to your ass, but didn’t prod further yet.

“I… well, you…”

“You can say no. It wouldn’t be as fun, of course, but I know you’ll come around eventually.” His expression darkened slightly at the end of that statement. You thought about it for a moment. This had already been a lot for your first time, could you handle that? Both of them pounding into you at once, filling you entirely. You couldn’t deny that the thought made your pussy throb though. 

“I-I’ll try.” You swallowed thickly as his grin widened. 

“Good girl.” He praised you, and you began to ache for his touch again. When you felt him again, it was the same as before, starting at your clit and dragging as much slick as he could to your pucker, before pushing a finger inside. You groaned at the feeling, still unsure about it, but willing to give it a shot. 

You glanced back at him again, just in time to watch a glob of his spit fall from his mouth to your ass, his finger sliding out to swipe it up and use it as more lube. You whined as he pumped it in and out, lubing up your walls before adding a second finger. This one hurt, and your nails scraped at the box beneath you as you held your breath. 

“Breathe.” Harlequin said suddenly, and you let it all out and took in another sharp breath. You barely noticed his tentacles sliding up your arms until they coiled around your hands, squeezing gently. You gripped them back, and you felt confused about this for a brief moment. Was this supposed to be like him holding your hand? 

The feeling of him slowly circling your sensitive nub again tore you from your thoughts, and you pressed your forehead down with a moan. 

He started to shift his two fingers around, stretching them apart to prepare you for a third finger. Your legs trembled a little as your heart started beating faster with anxiety. It felt incredibly odd to want something so badly despite being terrified of it. You supposed that’s just how it was with Harlequin. He scared you in so many ways, yet you still needed him. 

“Relax, meu anjo… just breathe.” He murmured before easing a third finger in. You groaned at the stretch, gripping his tentacles tightly while you waited for the sharp sensation to ease. 

Harlequin watched your breathing from behind, using it as a guide for when to move and when to stop. He spit on you again, and brought more of your juices up to help ease the friction. 

You didn’t know why he was being so gentle about this, but you were immensely grateful for it. Maybe he thought that if he wasn’t gentle you’d ask him to stop, which you probably would have. You would have liked to think that it’s because he didn’t actually want to hurt you, but you knew that wasn’t true. At least that’s what you thought. 

Slowly, he stretched you out while giving gentle attention to your clit, and as you adjusted to his fingers, the pressure started to feel good, really good. After seeing you calm, Harlequin starts to rub at you a little faster now, and with how sensitive you were now, his touch was starting to burn. Yet you rolled your hips into him to chase the feeling anyway. Your body jolted with every pass of his finger, coming closer and closer yet again. 

“Cum for me again, dear one. I know you can do it.” You then felt him bite down on your ass. You cried out as that sent you felt your third orgasm wash over you. Your body, still feeling like jelly from the last two, could barely do much more than tense up for a moment as your heart pounded in your ears. You could barely see straight now, and you just felt nothing but dull tingling in all your limbs. You whined when he suddenly pulled out and you felt so very empty. Disappointment crossed your mind for only a second before you remembered what was coming next. 

He rolled you onto your side, and guided one of your legs up, bringing your ankle up to rest on his shoulder. You whined when you felt him prod against your core. He then lined himself up and slowly pressed in with both. You moaned loudly at the feeling. The sharp stinging from being stretched so wide and the throbbing pleasure from feeling so full collided in the most intense way, making your whole body feel numb, like you were floating. 

“Oh fffuck~” He groans deeply, a blissful look on his face again. This time he isn’t as quick to hide it as he slowly sinks into you, your own expression mirroring his. 

“Isso é bom d-demais… ” He mutters, “bom gatinha… porra!” 

You whine at the slow push and pull, the feeling of him dragging against himself inside you. 

“F-fuck, Harley…” You breathe out, “feels s’good… please, I… I need… faster.” You don’t have to tell him twice. Immediately he starts moving in and out, fucking you sideways, and you cry out in pleasure. 

When you reach out desperately for him, he couldn’t help but lean in and let you grab him, allowing your leg to slip off his shoulder and down to his waist. Just like before, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close. The angle was a bit odd, but he made it work, slamming his hips up into yours, filling the supply trailer with incredibly lewd noises. 

“Você é perigosa, você me faz sentir coisas de que não gosto. Eu não posso te amar, eu não vou te amar. Mas eu quero amar você. Eu quero tanto…” He rattled off in your ear as he thrusted into you so hard the box you were on began to slide. 

“Oh Harlequin~” You moaned in his ear before burying your face in the crook of his neck. He panted above you, rutting into you and filling you so deeply that all you could think about was him, all you could feel was him. And it felt so good. His tentacles were back to roaming your body, two of them focusing on your breasts, lightly squeezing and playing with your nipples. He was supporting himself above you with one arm, while the other snuck down between the two of you. By now your abused clit was so sensitive that simply grazing it made you clamp down on him and jolt. He let out a groan at that, before slowly circling it again.

“F-fuck, Harley, you— ah… mmm you-you don’t have to— shit…” You struggle to get any words out, your sex-drunk stupor making it hard to think. 

“Oh, I know I don’t have to. But I want to.” You can hear the grin in his voice, and can’t help but roll your hips into him. 

“You feel so fucking good, gatinha…” He grunts into your shoulder, pushing deeper now. Despite holding him close to you, you still didn’t feel like it was enough. You felt like something was missing, like you needed more of him. 

“H-Harley?” You ask between pants. He didn’t respond at first. “Kiss me?” You ask. He sputters at that, hips stilling for a moment, before continuing slower now. 

“What?” He asks, pulling away slightly to look at you. 

“I…” you pause, his reaction to that making you nervous now. “Nevermind. Just… just please keep going.” You try to pull him back into you, but he resists. You look up at him with wide eyes, worried you’d upset him, until he suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

Harlequin had never really understood kissing. There were better places to put a pair of lips to use, and it never really did anything for him when he did try and kiss someone. But now? With the way you held onto him, the way you said his name, the way you looked at him? Maybe now he understands it. Because staring down at you now, all he wanted to do was kiss you. So he did. 

It was heated and rough, the way his lips collided with yours. Just like how he treated the rest of your body, his tongue was quick to follow his lips, sliding along your lips until you opened your mouth for him. His forked tongue slid over your teeth before coiling around your tongue. You moaned into his mouth as he hit a soft spot inside you, and his thumb continued to bring you closer and closer to yet another numbing orgasm. 

Pulling his tongue back out, he bit your bottom lip, earning a sigh from you, before he moved to kiss your neck, biting you twice, leaving prominent marks above where your shirt collar would normally sit. You knew that was on purpose, too. 

“Ha… Harley~” you whine, having a hard time keeping your eyes open now. “I-I’m… oh… fff—“

Your body seizes up, squeezing him hard as you cum yet again. 

“Oh… Vou gozar na sua bucetinha… Você é minha…” He slams all the way in, moaning at how tightly your body squeezes him. He gives a couple more sporadic thrusts before he finishes as well, spilling hot ropes of cum into you. 

“And…” he pants, “if you think… that this is going to… stay a secret from Pierrot… think again.” He pulls back and you whimper as he slips out of you, watching his cum leak out of you with a satisfied smile. “I am never going to let him live this down.” 

“Would you fucking shut up about Pierrot?” You mutter blearily with your eyes closed, starting to get annoyed that he kept bringing his beef with him into this moment. “I don’t care about him right now.” You reach out for him once again, not bothering to look to see if he would come. You smiled when you felt him lean down, allowing you to pull him into you again. “I just want you right now.” You murmur softly. You notice that he tenses at that.

Harlequin grit his teeth at your words. Why did you have to say things like that? Why did you have to reach for him like that? To hold him like that? He wasn’t supposed to feel this way about you. It was just a game at first. Just to see if he could win you. So now here he stands, a winner wanting to refuse the prize. All because you were more than he thought you were, all because the prize was too good for him. 

He would hurt you. He wasn’t good at this; at loving. You weren’t supposed to just want him. You were supposed to want him for a little while, then go back to your loyal Pierrot. Perhaps there was still a chance that would happen, but now… well, now the thought sickened him. But perhaps that would be fair. An eye for an eye, after all. He took Columbina. Maybe the time for penance has come, and he must let Pierrot take you. 

A soft snore escaping you tore him from his thoughts, and he realized that you had fallen asleep already. 

~~~~~

The next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your apartment, in your bed. You sat up quickly, only to realize you were still naked and… grimy. At least he brought me home, you thought. You just hope he covered you in his cape or something on the way here. Your clothes sit in a pile at the foot of your bed, and on top of them sits a green ticket. Maybe you’ll use that one today. 

You then attempt to get out of bed, only to knock your lamp over when you have to grab your nightstand to keep from falling over. Your legs did not feel like they had bones, and your entire lower half felt slightly numb. 

Harlequin

Now HE'S uncomfortable. He likes the flirting and sex, but the genuine affection is too much. Don't expect him to say it back.

Naturally, it was post sex. He wasn't particularly a cuddler, but he'd let you lay on him until you fell asleep. You let out a drowsy "g'night, love you" before you promptly passed out. He was frozen for hours after, just staring at your sleeping form in the dark.

He avoided you for a bit after, but it was easy to track him down and pull him back. He didn't actually WANT you gone, he was just scared of the vulnerability. He wanted to know you'd come for him.

Afterward, he doesn't rebuke your affections or anything. But he never really says it back plainly. A "see you later, love you" is met with an "Oh I know you do" rather than a return of the words.

He shows his affection in other ways. He drops food off for you, remembering what you liked (either bought or he convinced Pierrot to cook for you and then hurried to deliver it before Pierrot caught on). Dropping off little green accessories and "forces" you to put them on. And, naturally, he's physically affectionate. He just has to initiate said affections.

If you don't say it one day, he'll poke fun at you. Not being clingy today? Did he piss you off? Cute. Pretends it doesn't bother him. It bothers him.

In the dead of night, however, he'll whisper it. When you're snoring and dead to the world. He'll give you a small "Goodnight, dear one. I love you too".

Ticket Taker

Bil isn't really surprised by the confession. At first. It hits him an hour later. After he had distractedly replied in kind. Neither of you really knew what to do about it until your next meeting.

It was literally just "Dear, I'm running late I'll see you soon" "Alright be careful- love you!" "I love you, as well. Have a good day". And then an hour later TT's mid conversation with someone and just stops.

You two are lowkey in your affections after. It's about like that- love you's as goodbyes, as goodnights, as good mornings. Nothing real dramatic like Pierrot or assbackwards like Harlequin.

He does enjoy the verbal affections, as he isn't a super physical man. He also gets worried if you don't say it, as he'll ask if you're angry with him.

He can't start his day or end his night correctly without a "love you", now.

Doctor

The most up front about it. He asks if you mean that declaration of love, as he thought it was something to save for significant moments for humans.

You were going to dispose of some old gauze for him on your way to find Bil for something. You had said "be back in 10- love you!". When you got back, he was at the tent door. "Why did you say that? Do you actually love me or was that an automatic response?" It was both.

He kind of. Just automatically responds when you say it. Not that he DOESN'T love you, obviously. He just tends to also be distracted, and also parrots your mannerisms in an attempt to connect with you.

If you don't say it, it's like TT- he asks if he's upset you somehow, or if something else has bothered you.

He WILL just stare at you at night, when you're getting ready for bed, until you give him his "goodnight" I love you and kissie. He doesn't quite grasp he can say it first, yet. He'll get there.

Jester

Jester is tricky. He's like Harlequin in a way, but he also just does not want to relinquish control. Especially to you.

He asked you to run errands on his behalf, as you could slip through human stores easier. You gave him an "Alrighty, I'll be back tonight. Love you!". He grabbed you by the skull as you walked, physically turning you around and telling you not to throw such a declaration around so frivolously.

He didn't really stop thinking about it, though. And it bothered him to no end. He wouldn't outright say it was fine to do it again, but when you inevitably slip up and say it, he won't reprimand you so harshly.

Like Harlequin, he'd never outright return your affections. "I love you" is met with silence or a dismissive hum in the moment. But you'll find your clothes are folded neatly and tucked away when they get piled up. If you're tired, your alarm is mysteriously set an hour later than you had set it the night before. He'll deny any involvement, but his scent is everywhere.