hey gang… how many new intro posts can one hoe make…
anyway hi! i’m littlecharmingenvy, or just envy is fine! i use he/him pronouns, im 21, and i mostly write on here! i do have a tiktok where i post some art stuff, and an ao3 account too (both under the same username xoxo).
Masterlist for u guys xoxo
the fandoms i’m into change a lot, but i reallyyyy need to get into writing consistently so… :P
rn i’m reallyyyyyy into The Freak Circus so expect a lot of stuff about that. i’m also into jjk, TADC (tho idk if i’ll write for that yet or not…), and maybe some oc blurbs if im feeling it.
my requests are closed for now, but will reopen in the future! i mostly write smut or headcannons, but i’ll really write anything (that’s not incest, heavy gore, or anything with a minor… gross) (also nothing heavily gross like scat or just straight up torture. not my thing personally) (honestly tho i’ll write a lot so just try me lowkey)
what to expect from my writing:
•dubcon, especially my yandere type stuff
•uhh my pet play kink slowly bleeds into everything i write. sry
•explicitly AFAB reader most of the time unless i get really inspired or requested. i’m a trans man so. yeah
•for pronouns and pet names and stuff, generally gender neutral reader, but sometimes trans male reader!
yeah. i think that’s it. i tag most of my stuff pretty well (i hope) so anything triggering i’ll put in tags! and if i ever forget something or there’s something that needs to be tagged that i didn’t think of lmk!
now, envy fun facts
envy ain’t my real name (that’d be cool, but i chose a basic ass white guy name unfortunately. but also like, i want a job and i don’t want them finding my tumblr so. envy on here). trans man, on t for about two years (yippee!). i’m in college and im majoring in biomed science so... yayyy... i’m helpol! might work that into a fic someday, idk. cute idea at least. i’m a huge extrovert so always feel free to message me a fic idea/request or just to say hi or if you need help naming a pet or what you ate for lunch!
TLDR: i write smut. triggers will be tagged. im a grown adult so MDNI pls.
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warning for chastity, dom/sub, kinda exhibition I think? and envy just generally being a whore for this old, old man
(also thank you @pentamonium wouldn't have been enlightened to this without u xoxo)
Ticket Taker loves control. He wants to know that every little aspect of you is something he has jurisdiction over.
Ticket Taker putting you in chastity for the few times you’re out without him… The belt is clunky and uncomfortable, a constant reminder of him wherever you go, even when he’s not there. The metal cinching around your waist makes you sit up straight to avoid it digging into your sides, the metal cupping over your cunt constantly teasing you without giving you any real stimulation. He loves the control of it all, knowing you were constantly aware of his presence no matter how far you were from him.
What counts as a mirror though? Is it any reflective surface?
Hypothetically, if you had a metal chastity on, could Ticket Taker keep a pocket mirror at his desk while he works on paperwork? When he gets too stressed with balancing accounts, making sure legalities are correct, all he’d have to do is reach over to the little handheld mirror, sinking his cock into it as soft, breathy groans come from his mouth. He didn’t really care what you were doing or who would see your face flush bright red as his cock sunk deep into you- you were his pet, his toy. You were the one who signed up for this.
Imagine having to run somewhere private, a back alley or a bathroom somewhere, anywhere that other people wouldn’t see your eyes roll back, or hear the moans spilling from your lips as you held a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet, You couldn’t even rub your clit to get off, all you could do was take him until he decided he was done.
He’d leave you to deal with the mess after cumming inside of you, setting the small mirror to the side, some of your slick still on the edges of it and coating his cock. You’d be stuck with his cum inside you until you got back to him, where he could unlock it for you. You’d be so pent up by then you’d beg him to unlock it, to touch you properly, only for him to send you to clean up, hiding the sadistic grin behind his mask as you whined dejectedly.
If you’re good for him, he’ll let you cum. Only after he’s had his fill of seeing you desperate, though.
~~~
am i normally into chastity or exhibition? no. has this been on my mind for hours? yes
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TFC characters reacting to your breeding kink- HCs
hihi! this was a request from @sweetlicorice that i absolutely could not pass up, i hope i did it justice !!! i havent written headcanons in a good while so i hope y'all like em <333
warnings: MDNI, smut-adjacent, all five of the boys are here ofccc, jester is mentioned to have an ovipositor, praise, teasing, this is pretty tame as far as my stuff goes tbh not a ton of warnings, AFAB gender neutral reader, breeding kinks (ofc), I think the word pregnant is dropped like once and its in harleys, sub reader for most/all, cockwarming. uhh I think that's it enjoy xoxo
WC: ~1k
Pierrot
<3 Oh, homeboy is so excited
<3 Seeing you all flustered as you tried to explain your kink, your face warm and your heart beating fast is doing terrible things to Pierrot
<3 Once he gets past how cute you look asking him to cum inside you and knock you up, the thought really starts to enter his mind
<3 All of a sudden he can’t stop thinking about how pretty you’d sound, moaning as he stuffed you full of his knot, how good you’d feel taking all of him
<3 Not to mention if it takes, too, seeing you all round and full of his pups. Mmm, yeah you’re not going far after you tell him
~~~~~
“I-I’m sorry if it’s too weird, you don’t have to-” you started, wringing your hands out as you tried to read Pierrot’s face, bright red as the monster stared at you silently.
“No,” he said firmly, gazing at you with an intensity that locked you into place. “I… are you sure? Isn’t that like saying… you want to start a family with me?”
As much as his words sounded incredulous, the drool trailing down his mask at the idea let you know he was not opposed to it. You swallowed nervously.
“Well, I mean, one day..? I just like the idea of you saying you want to breed me,” you explained further, watching a shiver wrack through his body at the word alone. Pierrot leaned in closer, closer, until he was hovering over you on the couch.
“Can we start… now, my love?” he rasped out, panting softly. “Will you let me breed you?”
<3 That does NOT stop him from bullying you about this
<3 He’s so mean when you tell him, grinning as he teases you about your ‘debauched little fetish’
<3 Unlike Pierrot, he’s not immediately going in for it
<3 He would wait until the next time you two fucked, letting you think he forgot about it, before whispering in your ear the words you’d been praying to hear from him
~~~~~
“Fuck, Harley, ‘m close,” you warned, his cocks pistoning into you at a mean pace. He chuckled breathlessly above you, his arms on either side of your head, caging you in so all you could see was him.
“Aw, does it feel good, dear one?” he purred out, one of his tendrils rubbing lazy circles against your clit. You pouted up at him, brow furrowed at his teasing. He grinned, leaning down as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “You want me to cum inside you? Hm? Want me to stuff you full of my cocks until I breed you full of me?”
Your orgasm crashes into you as he laughs, entirely entertained, though he talks a big game for someone who isn’t thrown towards his own orgasm as you wrap your legs around his waist, mumbling ‘get me pregnant’ against his ear in a needy tone.
<3 As your lover in general though, he pretends to not care about much about you
<3 This doesn’t mean he doesn’t care- just that he’d never show it
<3 He absolutely degrades you about it
<3 He’s totallyyyy never thought about the same thing. He’d neverrr
~~~~~
“What, did you expect me to be surprised?” he asked, legs crossed as he looked at you through his lashes, bored judgement seeping from his core.
“I-”
“No, you’ve said quite enough, pet,” he shushed you, holding up a hand to keep you quiet. “I don’t understand why you felt the need to say something so painfully obvious. You humans are so obsessed with your base desires, it’s a miracle you’re not begging for it,” he mused lightly, a slight grin on his masked face as he belittled you. You whimpered, keeping quiet. There wasn’t really anything you could say to defend yourself here.
You looked down in shame, heat rising to your cheeks as you writhed under his gaze. He let you avoid eye contact for a few moments before snapping his fingers once, making your eyes quickly meet his. He grinned smugly at your obedience before letting his face fall to one of boredom once again.
“Don’t act so pitiful, pet, it’s embarrassing,” he chastised, enjoying watching you squirm. “If you can be good for me until my next heat, maybe I’ll reward you and stuff you full of my eggs,” he said. He huffed softly in amusement as you audibly whimpered, nodding desperately.
<3 Creampies are messy, and a lot more work for him to clean up
<3 That doesn’t mean he’s against it, now. It’s just… a treat more than it is a common practice
<3 He does like how into it you are though- kinks are an excellent motivator when you’re struggling to keep up with certain demands
~~~~~
“If you can’t sit still, you can’t sit with me, dear,” he hummed absentmindedly, tunnel visioned on his paperwork. You whined, your cunt bearing down on his cock once again as you tried your best not to squirm in his lap.
“‘M sorry. I’m trying,” you mumbled. Your brain was fried from cockwarming him for so long. How long had it been, maybe an hour..?
“Try harder,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. His hips shifted a bit to get comfortable in his seat, the almost imperceptible amount of friction from the movement making you squirm more. You felt one arm wrap around your midsection before his hand held your jaw firmly in place, his lips ghosting against your ear as he spoke.
<3 He is a lil confused at first. You know your species aren’t compatible, right?
<3 But when you explain that ‘its a kink thing, not an actual proposal for children,’ he understands a bit more
<3 You know he’s gonna want to try it out. You were hoping for that when you told him
~~~~~
“Your heart rate increased when I said that,” he hummed teasingly, dragging his cock against the walls of your cunt in a slow, deep rhythm that had you writhing against the exam table. “Do you really like it that much when I say I’m going to breed you?”
You whined softly, nodding. You were so, so close to the edge. All you wanted to do was wrap your legs around his waist until he came deep inside you, but with how your ankles were strapped down, that wasn’t really an option.
“Mm, always such a good patient for me, sweetie,” he groaned softly, rocking his hips into yours harder than before. He dipped his head down, sharp teeth grazing just over your pulse point. “You know, I find it quite amusing, this little kink of yours,” he hummed in thought, labored breaths fanning across the sensitive skin of your neck. “Aroused by how your body was made to take my cock… is that it, sweetie? Do you just want to be mine?”
— jester x gn! reader (𝓌𝒸: 3.9k) (𝒾𝓃𝓅𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔: "wine pon you" by doja cat)
𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈: sex ambiguous · smut · clothed sex · begging · brat taming · breathplay · collar play · consensual non-consent (CNC) · discipline · humiliation · orgasm denial · pet play · slave/pet training · brainwashing · kidnapping/abduction · dirty talk.
𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Somehow, lost in the shadows of circus, caught in the grip of a massive purple monster who decided you were his to keep.
Jester got you trapped. He's got you breathless while humming that song again—one that makes you want to move, to roll, to wine. He's going to make you beg. He's going to make you squirm. And by the time he's done, you'll be wining on him like your life depends on it. It might.
You hadn't meant to end up here.
Really, you hadn't because It had started with a wrong turn—one of those stupid, reckless decisions that felt like a good idea at the time.
The kind that made you think "what's the worst that could happen?" right before the universe decided to show you exactly what the worst that could happen looked like.
The streets had twisted in on themselves, familiar landmarks dissolving into unfamiliar shadows. The carnival lights that had once seemed so warm and inviting from a distance now flickered with something that felt distinctly hungry.
And then there was the matter of the tall, purple-horned figure who had simply... appeared. One moment you were lost. The next, you were found.
And found was a generous word for it, really.
Jester had found you stumbling through the backlot of the Circus, looking like a particularly lost lamb that had wandered into the wrong pasture.
His massive frame had blocked out the moonlight, casting you in deep purple shadow. His neon purple eyes had regarded you with the kind of clinical interest a zookeeper might give to an escaped penguin.
"Troublesome little thing," he'd murmured, more to himself than to you. "Pierrot will be insufferable if I let you wander off and get yourself eaten."
And then he'd snapped a leash on you.
A beautiful, elegant thing of deep purple leather that glowed faintly with an inner luminescence. It had materialized around your neck before you could even protest, the collar settling against your throat like a question you weren't sure you wanted to answer.
"Just until we figure out what to do with you," he'd said, as if that made it better.
That had been three days ago.
Three days of being Jester's... what, exactly?
Pet seemed too harsh. Guest seemed too generous.
Whatever it was, he hadn't been cruel, exactly. Jester wasn't cruel in the way Harlequin could be cruel—sharp-toothed and mocking. No, the Jester's brand of control was far more insidious.
It was more of a quiet authority of someone who had been in charge for so long that the very concept of being challenged had become foreign to him.
He let you sleep in a small room attached to his quarters—cozy, comfortable, and absolutely, definitively locked from the outside. He brought you meals that were surprisingly good, though he never sat with you while you ate. He spoke to you in riddles and metaphors, testing your intelligence the way one might test a new piece of equipment.
And every morning, without fail, he would attach that purple leash to your collar and take you for a walk.
Yes, a walk, close like a dog.
The first time, you'd been too stunned to protest. The second time, you'd tried to argue, and he'd simply looked at you with those ancient, patient eyes until you'd run out of words.
"You are in my circus now, little one," he'd said, his voice deep and resonant. "You will follow my rules. This is not a negotiation."
And so you'd walked, filling all the embarrassment how you ended up in this situation.
But today was different.
Today, the Jester had been... off. Distracted. Instead of taking you on your usual circuit around the grounds, he'd led you into his private study, which was a vast, cavernous space filled with books that seemed to breathe and artifacts that hummed though.
He'd settled into his massive chair—a throne, really—and produced a book from seemingly nowhere. Old leather, gold leaf, the kind of thing that looked like it would crumble to dust if you breathed on it wrong.
And then he'd attached your leash to his wrist and promptly forgotten about you.
You'd sat there for an hour. Then two, which turned into three. All Jester did was read, utterly absorbed, occasionally making low sounds of appreciation or displeasure as he turned pages. The neon purple glow of his eyes occasionally reflecting whatever text he was devouring.
And you? You'd been forced to sit at his feet like some kind of—well, like exactly what you were, apparently.
A little human that had wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time.
But eventually, your legs had started to cramp.
You'd moved around a bit. Stretched. Even tried to find a more comfortable position.
And then, in a moment of pure, reckless impulse, you'd decided that if you were going to be stuck here, you might as well make yourself comfortable. You'd crawled forward, positioning yourself right next to him on the blanket, using his massive frame as a backrest.
Jester hadn't even looked up.
He'd just continued reading, one massive hand occasionally reaching back to absently pat your head like you were a particularly well-behaved cat as he let out a low hum of his own voice.
Right, he was humming.
It was a slow tune—something that seemed to pulse with an almost physical weight. You couldn't place it exactly, but there was something about the melody that made your hips want to move. The kind of heat that made you forget your own name.
"Mm-mm-mm," he hummed, the sound vibrating through his massive chest and into your back where you rested against him. "Mm-mm-mm..."
The book in his hands was old with pages that glowed faintly gold and text that seemed to shift when you looked at it too long. His eyes traced the words slowly, savoringly, as if he were tasting them.
You caught a glimpse of the title as he turned a page:
"The Garden of Earthly Delights: A Study of Sensual Transcendence" from what you can gather, it looks like the text exploring the intersection of physical pleasure and spiritual awakening, filled with illustrations that seemed to move at the edge of your vision.
Jester's voice broke through your observation.
"You've been remarkably patient, little one," he murmured, his eyes still fixed on the page. "Most humans would have complained by now. Begged for entertainment. Made themselves troublesome."
He turned another page, the sound crisp. "But you? You simply... wait. You observe. You adapt."
A pause. His hand reached back again, fingers brushing through your hair with surprising gentleness.
"It's almost endearing."
You felt the warmth of his palm against your scalp, the weight of his attention even though he wasn't looking at you. It made something flutter in your chest—something you didn't want to examine too closely.
"Would you like to join me properly?"
The question caught you off guard. You blinked, staring at the back of his massive head, at the elegant curve of his horns.
"I—"
"The blanket is large enough for two," he continued, as if you hadn't spoken. "And I find myself... curious. About how you might react to certain passages."
He shifted just a bit, creating space beside him on the soft fabric. His eyes finally left the book, turning to look at you over his shoulder. The purple glow in them was softer now, less analytical and more... inviting.
"Come. Lie beside me. I'll read to you."
It wasn't a command. Not quite. But it also wasn't really a question.
Your throat felt dry. "Read to me?"
"Mm." He turned back to the book, his massive frame settling more comfortably into the blanket. "There is a chapter here, called the dance of durrender, that I believe you might find... instructive."
His voice dropped lower, taking on a quality that made your stomach flip. "It speaks of the power in letting go. In allowing rhythm to move through you without resistance. In trusting the one who guides your steps."
The leash around your wrist gave a gentle tug—not demanding, just... reminding. Reminding you that it was there. That he was there. That you were connected.
"What do you say, little one?"
Jester's voice was patient, almost warm. The kind of patience that came from someone who had all the time in the world.
"Shall we see what you might learn?"
Your throat felt dry. You opened your mouth to respond—to say yes, to say no, to say something—
But the word that came out was: "No."
Jester's expression didn't change. Not at first. Then slowly he closed the book. "No?" His voice was calm and a hint of angerous. "You would refuse me, little one?"
You swallowed hard. The leash around your wrist suddenly felt heavier, "I... I didn't..."
But the Jester was already moving.
You didn't recall exactly how long you were stuck there. Time had a way of stretching and warping around him, like the air itself was thicker in his presence.
But you remembered the moment when his massive frame turned, when his weight began to settle over you like a mountain slowly deciding to rest.
The Jester's body pressed down on yours, and the world narrowed to the feeling of being crushed.
He was enormous—there was no other word for it. His chest was broad, his shoulders wide, and when he settled his weight onto you, it felt like the entire circus had collapsed on top of your lungs.
You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move.
You could barely think.
The panic that should have surged was muted, muffled by the steady pace of his breathing, the slow hum that still vibrated through his chest and into yours. It was like being wrapped in a blanket made of stone—immovable, inescapable, and somehow, impossibly, safe.
He wasn't putting all of his weight on you.
You could tell that much. There was a subtle shift in his posture, a careful distribution of mass that kept you from being truly flattened. But it was close enough to feel like you were being pressed into the blanket by a living monument.
Close enough to make your heart race.
Close enough to make your hips twitch.
Jester's massive hand, the one that had been holding the book, lifted to prop up his head. The motion caused the leash in his grip to tighten against your throat, a gentle pressure that reminded you exactly how connected you were.
He was muttering to himself, his voice a low rumble you couldn't quite make out. Words about the book, about the illustrations, about something he'd found "particularly inspired."
Then he paused. "Hm." that hum alone vibrated through both of you. "Look at that..." His head tilted down, and you felt his eyes on you for the first time in hours.
"I almost forgot you were there, little mouse.”
A grin spread across his features. It was the kind of smile that made your stomach flip and your thighs press together. "How curious."
He shifted around, adjusting his weight, and you felt the pressure of his body against yours change. He wasn't just lying on you anymore, more like settling.
"I wondered why I was so toasty," he mused, his voice dropping to a register that made your skin prickle. "I thought perhaps the blanket was warmer than usual. But no." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "It was you, little one. All this time. Warming me with that soft little body of yours."
You couldn't breathe. Still couldn't think nor form words, trying your best to keep the limited air inside you.
Jester's grin widened.
"You said no to me," he continued, his voice almost conversational. "I remember that. I was going to read to you. Offer you something beautiful."He shifted again, his upper body lowering, his weight pressing down even more firmly.
"But you refused."
Then Jester's arms crossed in front of you, his massive forearms pressing against the blanket on either side of your head. "So perhaps," he murmured, his hips settling against yours, "I should use one of the other methods I read about."
His lower body pressed into you, and you felt it—the unmistakable pressure of him grinding against you, slow and teasing.
A dry hump, if you could call it.
Jester's grin was still there, but his eyes had gone neon purple to a subtle glow, filled with hunger.
"Let's see how long that 'no' lasts, shall we?"
He rolled his hips against yours, the friction of fabric against fabric sending sparks of sensation through your entire body. The weight of him, just the crushing weight of him has pinned you in place, making every movement feel like a wave crashing against stone.
"Tell me," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "do you like being trapped like this, little one?"
Another roll of his hips, harder this time.
"Do you like being pressed into the blanket, unable to move?" His mouth found your ear again, his breath hot against your skin.
"Do you like knowing that you can't get away from me?"
Your body was already responding, your hips twitching against his, your breath coming in shallow gasps.
"I..."
"What was that?" He pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. The purple glow in his gaze was bright now, almost blinding.
"I didn't quite catch that, little one. Speak up."
"I like it," you whispered, the words escaping before you could stop them.
Jester's grin widened. "Good."
His hips ground against yours again, and this time, there was no mistaking the intent behind the motion. He was teasing you. Testing you. Playing with you.
"You've been such a good little pet," he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost reverent. "So patient. So well-behaved." His hand found your throat, his fingers curling around the collar. Not tight enough to cut off your air but present enough.
"I think it's time you learned what happens when you say no to me, little one." His hips rolled against yours, and you felt the pressure building in your core, the heat spreading through your body.
"I'm going to take you apart, pet." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. And you're going to thank me for it."
Another roll of his hips, and you felt your resolve crumbling.
"You're going to beg for it, aren't you?"
The Jester's body moved against yours, slow and deliberate, each roll of his hips sending waves of sensation through your trapped form. The weight of him was everything—crushing, inescapable, very much maddening.
You could feel every inch of him pressed against you, the heat of his massive frame seeping through the layers of clothing that separated you.
"You feel that, little one?" His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through his chest and into yours. "That desperate little twitch of your hips? That's your body begging for something your mouth won't say."
He ground against you harder, and a broken sound escaped your lips—something between a gasp and a whimper.
"There it is." The Jester's grin was audible in his voice. "That's the sound I wanted to hear."
His hips pulled back, then pressed forward again, the friction of fabric against fabric sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body. You could feel yourself growing wetter, the heat pooling between your thighs, the desperate need for more building with every passing second.
"Tell me, pet," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, "do you know what I was reading about?"
You shook your head, unable to form words.
"The dance of surrender," he continued, his voice taking on a lecturing tone that was somehow even more arousing. "It's a chapter about letting go. About trusting the one who guides you. About allowing yourself to be moved."
His hips rolled against yours, slow and deliberate.
"I think you could learn a lot from that chapter, little one. I think you're desperate to learn from it."
Another roll of his hips, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge—that precipice where pleasure becomes almost unbearable, where release feels so close you can taste it—
And then he stopped.
Jester pulled back, his hips stilling against yours, and you let out a frustrated cry.
"Oh no you don't," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "You don't get to come yet, little one. Not until you've properly asked for it." He waited, his body motionless above you, and you could feel the ache building in your core—the desperate, clawing need for something, for anything.
"Please," you whispered, the word escaping before you could stop it.
"Please what, pet?" His hand tightened on the leash, just slightly. "Use your words."
"Please... please let me come..."
Jester hummed thoughtfully, his hips pressing forward just enough to tease you. "Hm. That's a start." Another grind, slow and torturous. "But I think you can do better than that."
His free hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The purple glow of his eyes was bright, almost blinding, and his expression was one of pure, patient hunger.
"I want you to tell me exactly what you want, little one. Every detail. And I want you to beg for it."
He rolled his hips again, and you felt yourself crumbling.
"I want..." You swallowed hard, your face burning with humiliation. "I want you to make me come. Please. I need it. I need..."
His hand tightened on the leash, and the pressure against your throat intensified. Not enough to cut off your air—not yet—but enough to make you feel it. To make you know that you were his.
"I need..." Your voice came out in a gasp, the words tumbling out of you like water breaking through a dam. "I need you to keep moving. I need to feel you grinding against me. I need... I need to come so badly it hurts—"
"Mm." Jester's hips began to move again, slow and torturous, grinding against you with a rhythm that made your eyes roll back. "That's better. That's my good little pet."
His weight shifted, pressing down harder, and you could feel the pressure building again—that desperate, aching need for release—
"But I don't think you're quite there yet," he murmured, his voice almost conversational. "I think you need a little more... persuasion."
His hand tightened on the leash.
The pressure around your throat increased, just enough to restrict your airflow, and the sudden lack of oxygen made everything sharper—the feeling of his hips grinding against you, the weight of his body pressing you down, the desperate ache in your core.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice sounding distant through the haze of sensation. "Feel that, little one? That's you losing control. That's you falling apart for me."
His hips ground against you harder, faster, and you could feel yourself spiraling toward the edge—
"Not yet," he said, his voice sharp, and he pulled back again.
The leash loosened, and you gasped for air, your body trembling with frustration and need.
"Please," you begged, the word torn from your throat. "Please, I can't—I need—"
"You can," Jester said, his voice patient but firm. "You will. But first, I want to hear you say exactly what I want to hear."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.
"I want you to tell me whose pet you are." The humiliation alone burned through you, hot and shameful and achingly arousing.
"I'm... I'm yours," you whispered.
"Louder."
"I'm yours!" you said, your voice stronger this time.
"And what do my pets do?" His hips ground against you slowly, a reminder of what was waiting for you.
"They... they obey," you gasped. "They ask nicely for what they want."
"Good pet." Jester's voice was warm with approval, and the praise made something bloom in your chest. "Now tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
Your face burned, but the words came anyway—spilling out of you like a confession.
"I want you to keep grinding against me. I want to feel you pressing me into the blanket. I want you to take me apart until I can't think straight. I want—I need you to let me come. Please, please let me come—"
Jester's laugh was low and dark, vibrating through both of you. "There it is," he murmured.
"That's what I wanted to hear."
He began to move again, his hips grinding against yours with a rhythm that was faster now, harder, more demanding. The pressure in your core built almost immediately, the desperate need for release clawing at your insides.
"I want you to remember this moment, little one," he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost reverent. "I want you to remember the feeling of being crushed beneath me. The feeling of having no control. The feeling of giving yourself to me completely."
His hand tightened on the leash, and the pressure against your throat intensified—just enough to make the edges of your vision go hazy, just enough to make every sensation feel like it was amplified a hundred times over.
The friction of his hips against yours was everything—the way his body moved against yours, the way he pressed you into the blanket, the way he controlled every aspect of this moment.
"You're mine," he murmured, the words a hot breath against your skin. "All of you. Every twitch, every gasp, every desperate little whimper. You belong to me."
His hips ground against yours, harder, faster, and you could feel yourself unraveling—
"Don't come yet," he said, his voice sharp. "Not until I tell you to."
You felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pressure building to unbearable levels—
"Please," you gasped. "Please, I can't—"
"Yes you can," he said, his voice almost gentle. "You're stronger than you think, little one. Now tell me who you belong to."
"You," you gasped. "I belong to you—"
"And what do you want?"
"I want to come," you begged, the words tumbling out of you in a desperate rush. "Please, please let me come, I need it so badly, I need you to let me come, please—"
Jester's grin was the last thing you saw before the world went white. “Then come for me, pet," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Now."
The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing through your body with a force that left you gasping. The Jester's hips kept moving against yours, grinding through the aftershocks, drawing out every last moment of pleasure until you were trembling beneath him.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice soft with satisfaction. "That's my good pet."
The pressure on your throat eased, the leash loosening as Jester's hand relaxed. You gasped for air, your body still shuddering with the aftershocks of release.
"Beautiful," he said, the word almost reverent. "Absolutely beautiful."
His weight shifted, and for a moment, you thought he was going to let you up. But instead, he simply repositioned himself, settling more comfortably on top of you, his body still pressing you into the blanket.
"But we're not done yet, little one," he murmured, his voice taking on a darkly amused edge. "I told you I was going to take you apart. One orgasm is just the beginning."
His hips began to move again, slow and deliberate, and you felt the heat building once more, forming that same desperate, aching need returning with a vengeance.
"Let's see how many times you can come for me before you're too exhausted to beg," he said, his lips brushing against your ear.
"I have all night, pet. And you're not going anywhere."
♤ — 𝓉𝒻𝒸 𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
iyayadonna, all rights reserved. — ⋆˚ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ꩜ 。⋆ .ᐟ
Hi envyy!! First, I just wanted to say how much I truly appreciate your work. I often find it really hard to find a good fanfic(esp when its smut) that also captures the characters accurately, and having come across yours(the first fic I found was the pierrot puppy kink pt 2) made me feel like I was walking past the gates of heaven(இωஇ) Your fics always hit right at the mark AND more!!
Second, I just wanted to make a small request on whether your could make a fic with pierrot comforting a stressed reader? Whether there's smut in the end or not is up to you(butimsurewereboththinkingaboutit)~ But I know that making your fics take a lot of work and that you probably have some other ideas already, so no pressure!! You don't need to do it if you don't have the time~
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I hope it doesn't bother you that this message ended up pretty long, and I hope you have a great day!!
hiii!! I'm SO sorry for how long it's taken on this request, but I FINALLY have it written for you dearest (and, yes, were both thinking it >:3)!! thank you so much for the kind words, ur very sweet TwT (also, not a bother at all dw!! have a great day!!)
WARNINGS: MDNI, smut, pierrot x reader, overstimulation, we call pierrot puppy (hehe), dom reader sub pierrot but oh the tables get turned, AFAB gender neutral reader, size difference, strength difference, pierrot has a knot, pierrot shows himself under his clothes in this one!!, begging, dacryphilia mention, reader got sensory issues in this one gang, cowgirl position, uhh if I missed anything lmk!!
(also shout-out to @marstato for helping me w the plot on this one !)
WC: ~4.6k
Too much. Too much. Today had been entirely too much.
The cafe was busier than usual thanks to it being the middle of summer. Orders took longer than usual, and customers took it out on you, and thanks to Carol being… unavailable, you were working alone through the entire shift.
You tried to dab the whipped cream off of your apron as you left the store, rushing home to change clothes before any of the liquids on you dried. The walk to your apartment had never seemed so long, or so sticky, and the summer heat really didn’t help.
You trudged up the stairs, fumbling with the key in the lock for a few moments before finally getting it in, pushing open the door and slamming it behind you. You didn’t bother with the lights as you tugged at the strings tying your apron. If he wasn’t already here by now, he would be soon.
“Everything alright, my love?” came the gravelly voice of your lover, Pierrot. You sighed in the darkness, moving to toss your apron into the washing machine. There was a time his unannounced presence would startle you, but you had grown so accustomed to it, you’d be more startled if he weren’t there.
“Work,” you grunted out, not having the brain cells for any longer explanation. Luckily, Pierrot understood. You heard footsteps nearing you, the slight jingle of bells approaching until you could sense his heat just in front of you. You reached out blindly, your hands making contact with his chest. He moved to instead hold your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.
“What can I do, my love?” he asked, the concern in his voice evident.
“I need a shower,” you said, that being the only rational choice you could make. “And maybe food. But I don’t want to eat. Sleep?” Your mind was too rattled to think of a direct plan, the options bouncing around in your brain, never quite landing anywhere. You felt Pierrot’s grip tighten around yours in a comforting motion.
“Go shower, dear one. I’ll figure out the rest,” he assured. You sighed in relief.
“Thank you,” you said gratefully, already bounding towards the bathroom, turning on the overhead light on your way. It was bright, your eyes hurting as they struggled to adjust, but you’d rather deal with that than potentially tripping. You were exactly one minor inconvenience away from losing what little was left of your sanity.
Your clothes landed unceremoniously on the bathroom floor, the water heating up as you stripped. You stepped into the shower, flinching instinctively at the stark temperature difference. You stared into the stream of water blankly for a few moments, just letting the water run over you. Moving was hard. Thinking was hard. You just needed a little bit to process everything that happened that day.
After gaining some of your bearings and managing to wash yourself, you stepped out of the shower. As you grabbed your towel from the rack, you noticed it was warm, as if it had just come out of the dryer. Your clothes were gone too, and your phone was neatly laid on the bathroom counter.
You fought the smile threatening your face as you realized this was Pierrot’s doing. You still didn’t know how he managed to get through locked doors so silently, but in moments like these, you appreciated his sneaky talent. Wrapped in just your towel, you exited the bathroom, grabbing your robe hung by the bathroom door. It was warm just like the towel was, only making your love for the red clown grow. The overhead light was off as well, the room being lit by the soft, amber glow of your bedside lamp.
You had barely managed to get your robe on by the time Pierrot came in, holding a plate filled with several snacky foods. He grinned as he caught sight of you, a soft blush on his face from your simple attire.
“You seem better, my dear,” he said, relieved you weren’t as miserable as when you first walked in. You took the plate from him, setting it on your bedside table as you stood on your tip toes to press a soft kiss against his jaw.
“Still not great, but at least I’m sentient now,” you mused softly. “Thank you, Pierrot. This means a lot to me,” you thanked him earnestly. The simple words of appreciation caused warmth to bloom in his chest, his already red face growing warmer at your affection.
“Anything for you,” he smiled. “What else can I do for you? It hurts me to see you feeling so bad,” he said, the same concerned look as before in his eye again.
You thought for a moment. You still felt the incessant buzzing of overstimulation under your skin, an itch you couldn’t scratch. The loud noises of the cafe still seemed to ring in your ears, the strong smell of coffee lingering in your mind even as you tried to relax. After thinking for a few moments, you sighed.
“It’s gonna sound weird,” you prefaced, wincing slightly as you looked up at Pierrot.
“A-anything! Please, don’t worry, I would never judge you for something that would help you!” he said in a pleading tone. You nodded, pressing your lips together in slight anxiety.
“I need you to lay on me. Like, full body weight,” you said softly. His pleading tone switched to one of confusion in an instant.
“...Can I ask why, my love?” he asked hesitantly.
“It helps me regulate. It’s the pressure, the safe feeling.” You hoped your explanation made sense, at least enough to get him to give in to your will.
His eyes narrowed in slight concern as he shakily raised a hand. “I’m much larger than you, my love. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. You smiled softly.
“You won’t,” you tried to assure, though his face didn’t change from its concern, making you sigh. You stepped closer to him, holding his hands in yours as you gazed up at him with a pleading look. “Please, Pierrot? For me?”
You were his kryptonite, in every sense of the word. His concern immediately crumbled as his pupils morphed into hearts, gazing down at you like you hung the moon. “O-of course, my dear. But please, tell me if I hurt you,” he said. You nodded, grinning in victory.
You flopped onto the bed, tired of holding yourself up. Your head rested on the pillow as you laid on your tummy, waiting patiently for Pierrot’s comforting weight. He crawled over you slowly, resting his body weight over you, though he still hovered a bit. His arms and legs dwarfed yours, his torso much longer. The massive size difference between you two was obvious in this position, and you adored it.
“Harder,” you mumbled softly, a gentle haze already beginning to fill your mind. It took Pierrot a few seconds to obey, but he slowly relaxed his weight onto you, more and more until he was borderline crushing you under the full weight of him.
Just like you wanted.
You couldn’t help the sigh that left your lips at the sensory input. There was no room for your nerves to buzz with the day’s stressors, the only thing able to fit between you and Pierrot being comfortable silence, one that was broken by a soft moan you couldn’t swallow. Your mind quieted, your breathing slowed, Pierrot’s scent of baked goods and something almost metallic filling your senses.
Pierrot seemed to relax in response to your obvious comfort. He was still scared to hurt you, but he could tell this was exactly what you were asking for, and if it helped you, he would gladly be the one to do this for you. “Better, my love?” he asked anxiously, just to be sure.
“Much,” you sighed, melting into the mattress. Pierrot shifted above you for a moment, before settling, melting against your lax form.
The two of you laid like that for a long while, Pierrot keeping close attention on your every movement, trying to ensure you were comfortable. Every little shift you made, every small hitch in your breath, he latched onto, reading into it to make sure you were okay. You were more than okay. You felt so comfortable, so safe under him that you nearly fell asleep. Nearly.
Pierrot was mostly still as he laid atop you, at first. The more he listened to your breathing though, the more he felt your heartbeat, the more his body burned for you. He tried to softly move his hips, arching away from you so you didn’t feel his growing hardness, but it was impossible with how close you two were.
“You alright?” you mumbled out. Pierrot whined softly, clearly embarrassed.
“I’m fine, my love, Please, relax,” he urged, hoping you hadn’t noticed yet. Truth was, you noticed it probably before he even did, but he had a tendency to be shy about these things, so you hadn’t pointed it out.
You hummed, settling back against the bed as he tried his best to keep his hard cock from pressing into you. You were feeling much better than earlier, the previous buzzing under your skin being replaced with a different kind of energy, one that had you awfully interested in Pierrot’s distress. With a small smile, you arched your back, pushing your hips against Pierrot’s hard cock. A soft gasp left his lips, making you laugh softly into the pillow.
“You sure?” you purred out, drawing a soft whimper from him.
“You had a hard day, dear one. Please.” He wasn’t entirely sure what he was pleading for. Mercy, perhaps? Whatever it was, you ignored it.
“I’m fine now,” you replied simply, pressing your hips further against him. He let out a soft growl as his hips rocked against your ass, burying his face against your neck.
“Are you sure? R-really, I wouldn’t mind laying here with you, for as long as you’d like!” he offered, giving away his need with how breathy his voice sounded.
“I’m positive,” you replied. His breath quickened as he pulled away from you, his weight replaced with the cool air of the room.
He gently rolled you over, laying you on your back as you smiled up at him. He straddled your hips, hands trailing up your sides as your hands wound around his neck, tugging him close. “Please, my love, can I taste you?” he asked breathlessly.
Normally, you would never deny him such a request, but as he looked down at you with those big, pleading eyes of his, you found yourself craving something else from him. You trailed one hand down his chest, splaying it out over his heart, feeling the erratic beating beneath your palm. “Not tonight, honey,” you purred softly, making him whine needily. You chuckled, leaning in to speak against his ear. “I wanna ride you… will you let me do that, sweetheart?” Your lips brushed against his ear as you spoke, and you grinned as you felt a shiver run through him.
“M-my love, after the day you had..? I don’t mind taking care of you. I never mind,” he said, his voice shaky with arousal.
“Please, puppy~?” you pleaded, letting a whiny tone slip into your voice. You pushed at his chest with your hand, urging him to flip over. He obliged with a soft whimper, rolling onto his back as he pulled you up to straddle his hips.
“You know I can never deny you,” he sighed out in defeat, looking at you with those big heart eyes of his as he watched your every movement. His breath hitched in his throat as you moved a hand to the tie of your robe, tugging it slowly, teasing him as it fell open. You shrugged it off your shoulders, grinning as his hips writhed beneath you. Patience was never his strong suit, so you always took care to drag things out torturously slow, just for him.
“My good boy~” you sighed out, running your hands up his clothed torso. You tugged at the strings holding his shirt together, beginning to loosen them as he continued squirming.
“Please, don’t make me wait, my love,” he begged, his hands replacing yours as he hurriedly undid his top, nearly tearing it in his haste to remove the offending article. You ran your hands along his newly exposed torso, the lithe sinew firm beneath your fingers as you slowly traced along his silhouette. He whined, placing his hands over yours. “Please.”
“I’ve had such a hard day, puppy. C’mon, let me take my time with you,” you softly purred, one hand moving up to slowly take hold of his mask. Though you had seen him before, he was still cagey sometimes about being maskless in front of you, worried his monstrous appearance would run you off. Upon seeing no sign of reluctance, you peeled the mask from his face, adoration lighting up your eyes. “So, so pretty for me,” you praised, grinding over his hard cock. He moaned, his brow furrowing as he pouted up at you.
You raised your hips, Pierrot wasting no time in undoing his pants as you softly pulled his hat off, combing your fingers gently through his hair to rid it of any knots. His gloves joined his pants unceremoniously on the floor, finally leaving him bare and twitching beneath you, waiting for something, anything from you. “You’re such a pretty boy for me, baby. My sweet boy,” you praised, leaning down to press kisses across the inky black skin of his face, trailing from his cheeks to his snout like nose, getting the point across that you loved all of him.
You gasped softly as his hands clawed at your hips, tugging you down until his cock was rutting through your slick folds. Before you could reprimand him for being so needy, he cut you off with a soft moan.
“M-my love- you don’t know what it was doing to me to be so… close to you. I need you, so bad,” he whimpered out, continuing to rock his hips up into yours, chasing any friction he could get. You watched him for a few moments, biting back a grin as his eyes fought to stay open, drinking in the sight of you as much as he could as his hands held your hips tighter, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t.
You placed your hands over his, his movements stopping immediately despite the needy groan that tore through his throat. “Can you ask nicely, puppy? Ask me properly and I’ll give it to you,” you assured. He pressed his lips together, nodding.
“Please, ride my cock, dear one. I’ll be your good boy, I promise. Use me to make yourself feel good- use me like a toy- I promise, I’ll be so good-” he breathed out, his teeth grinding together as you palmed his throbbing cock, lining it up to your entrance.
“Good boy~” you purred out, sinking down as you allowed his tip to enter you. You had to go slow, just from the sheer size of him, but he never minded, and he never pushed for more than you could take, even when his need was burning him from the inside, driving him insane as he shook beneath you. No, he never pushed, content with the delicious torture so long as you kept looking at him like that.
He let out a shaky, pitiful moan as you slowly took him in, inch by inch, until his cock was seated entirely in your cunt. You fought to keep a steady face, but you couldn’t hide your clenched fists, your furrowed brow, the way your walls twitched around him as you struggled to adjust. Swallowing down a moan, you shakily lifted yourself up before sitting back against his cock, a sharp whine leaving his lips.
“Please, ride me- I need you to cum around me, my dear-” he whined, hips bucking up impatiently as short groans forced their way out from your lips. You sat up again on your knees, though this time just the tip of him was left inside of you, a disapproving look on your face.
“Do I need to stop?” you asked rhetorically, making him shake his head desperately.
“N-no- please, my love, I’m sorry! You feel so divine, I just- I need you, so badly it hurts,” he gasped out. At his pleading, you slowly sank back onto his cock, watching him pant erratically as he fought against every instinct within him to not bury himself in your tight heat.
Seeing he would be good, you braced your hands on his chest, using the leverage to ride him at a steady pace, letting your clit rut against his lower abdomen each time you took him to the base. Pierrot’s feet braced against the mattress as he keened, his eyes closing tightly as he tried to be still for you. It was hard, your pace just barely too slow to provide any real relief.
His hands gripped at your hips again, though he let go at the disapproving tut you let out. You let your pace slow down just a bit as punishment, your walls dragging over his cock torturously slow. A whine tore through his lips as he shook his head, his eyes opening to look at you pleadingly. You couldn’t help the slight stutter in your pace at the sight of the tears lining his lashline, evidence of his desire.
“I-I can’t, my love. I need more!” he cried out shakily, digging his claws into the sheets beneath him. You feigned a pout, greedily drinking in the sight of his pitiful demeanor.
“But I’ve had such a hard day, puppy,” you cooed out, “what happened to being my good little toy? Don’t you want to be good for me?” you asked, blinking down at him with innocent doe eyes. He groaned, his head lolling back.
“Y-yes, but-” he started. You ground your clit harder against him, making you moan softly as his words died in his mouth.
“That’s it, be my good boy,” you grinned, picking up the pace just slightly. He whined as his eyes rolled back, his lower lip trembling as he tried to control himself.
You bit back a snicker as you watched him try so hard to let you have your fun. His head was tilted back, his eyes squeezed shut as his claws dug into the comforter beneath him. You leaned forward, taking advantage of his entranced state as you trailed your tongue up his sensitive neck. He cried out at the sudden pleasure, his thighs trembling beneath you as you relished in the slow drag of his heavy cock against your walls.
Most nights, you knew exactly how far you could push before his composure snapped. Most nights, you were able to dance along the line of his sanity, keeping him floating in that in between of losing control and being under yours. He always tried so hard to be good for you, and you were always sure to praise him for it- but, every so often, you miscalculated just how far he could go.
“You feel so good, puppy~” you moaned into his ear. He whimpered at your words, pushing his face closer to yours, silently begging for more. You nipped softly at his earlobe, before sinking your teeth into his neck, just above his jugular. You chuckled, only biting harder as his cock throbbed inside of you. Your amusement was cut short, however, as you heard a low, dangerous growl reverberate through his chest.
His claws, that had previously been tearing up your comforter, were suddenly piercing against the sensitive skin of your waist, the sharp pain making you whimper softly. Without warning, he lifted you up just slightly, only to give himself room to freely buck his hips up into you. His pace was rough, wild, clear evidence of his need for you. You cried out as he moaned in pure relief, the friction of your slick walls around his dick soothing the fire in his chest, a stupid, contented smile crossing his face.
“Fuck- puppy, no-!” you hissed out quickly, trying desperately to regain control. He shook his head, panting as he bullied his cock into you at a nearly inhuman pace. His tongue lolled out as he gazed up at you, adoration shining on his face as he watched your dominant composure crumble at the pleasure spreading through you like magma.
“Ngh- make you f-feel so good,” he promised, bringing one hand to sloppily rub your clit, the friction making your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm already threatened to crash into you. You shook your head as you tried to hold on just a little longer, knowing you were in for a long night of overstimulation if you came so early.
“Don’t wanna cum~” you whined out pitifully, as if you weren’t rocking against his fingers on your clit, trying to milk his cock for everything it could give you.
A dumb giggle left his lips, drool trekking down his face as he chased your orgasm. “Cum, m’ love,” he slurred out, pupils set in large, blown out hearts as he took in every second of the pleasure you were helpless against crashing into you. “Please cum,” he pleaded breathily, rocking his hips up into you harder.
“P-puppy-” you gasped, making him growl softly in victory. He watched, enraptured, praise falling from his lips as you finally came for him, trembling above him as he revelled in the fact that you were falling apart because of him.
“S-so beautiful, dear one. C’mon, fall apart- just like that for me. T-thank you, m-my love-” he groaned, riding you through your orgasm as you whined his name like a prayer.
His rough pace never once paused as he fucked you through your orgasm, his cock bullying every sweet spot within you as he quickly pushed you past the brink of overstimulation. Tears of pleasure bloomed in your eyes as ragged breaths tore through your throat, pressure building in your lower tummy again despite you just cumming a few moments ago. To Pierrot, overstimulating you was an art, taking pride in bringing you to the brink time and time again until you fell limp against him, and as you felt your second high of the night threatening to crash into you, you knew he’d end up getting exactly what he wanted.
“Too much,” you tried to plead, struggling to keep yourself upright above him. He just beamed up at you, his puppy brain too pussy drunk to even think about letting you catch your breath.
“You can take more, my love,” he replied. He grabbed onto your hands that were still settled on his chest, knocking them away to make you lose your balance. You crashed against his chest, one of his large arms wrapping around your upper torso, keeping you held tightly to him, while the other gripped your thigh for leverage.
The new angle had your clit rutting against his torso relentlessly, your eyes already rolling back as he kept fucking into you. You latched your teeth just above his collarbone, trying to ground yourself against the overwhelming pleasure as your second orgasm threatened to pull you under. The pain made Pierrot cry out, his knot beginning to swell as you, in his mind, marked him.
“Please, let go. Cum again. I need it. I’m your good puppy, yeah? Cum on my cock so I can knot you~” he slurred against your ear, holding back his own orgasm in favor of you reaching yours. You held your breath as best you could, hoping just maybe you could outlast him.
“My good boy~” you purred out shakily. He was always so responsive to your voice, and you adored it. “Such a good puppy, perfect puppy. I-”
You were cut off by Pierrot’s lips crashing into yours, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. You whined as his knot inflated impossibly fast, pressing against your gspot with deadly accuracy as he kept fucking into you as best he could. As much as you tried to hold back, stars popped in your vision as your second orgasm crashed into you, leaving you shaking above him as his cum poured into you. He rocked you back and forth on his knot, keeping friction against your clit as his knot pushed into your gspot.
You whined into his neck as he rode you through your second orgasm, still showing no signs of stopping even as his own thighs shook at the pleasure. “D-do you feel me, my love? I-I’m so deep inside of you, claiming every inch of you,” he babbled out, panting as he pushed through his own overstimulation to ensure you couldn’t run from the pleasure. “Can’t even- hah- can’t even think when you’re on my knot like this. I adore you, I n-need you. Always need you,” he said, before his teeth teased your skin, as if testing the waters. You bared your neck for him instinctively, moaning as the edges of his sharp teeth trailed lightly against your neck.
“Bite, puppy,” you grunted out. The moan he let out at your words made your knees weaker than they already were, his teeth sinking into your soft flesh. The pain shot straight to your oversensitive cunt, which was still being bullied by Pierrot’s knot, your clit gliding against his waist.
Pierrot growled into your neck, no doubt drawing a bit of blood as he lock jawed onto you. He kept you close to him, teeth lodged in your neck, knot plugging his cock and cum deep as he pushed you into another orgasm. You whined in defeat, unable to do anything but sit there and take it as he overstimulated you. Your breathing picked up as your orgasm washed over you, making you grind your hips into his as you finally gave in.
“S-so good,” he mumbled into your neck, licking over the wound he left as he let you ride out your pleasure. After riding you through your third orgasm, he took pity, letting you straddle him with his knot still in you, though leaving your poor, oversensitive clit alone for now. You panted against him, trying to come back to your mind. All you were able to manage was a sweet kiss against his cheek, your breathing still ragged and quick.
“Thank you," you sighed out finally, going lax against him. He let out a sound akin to a purr, nuzzling his head against yours, the ridges of one of his horns teasing the side of your face as you laughed weakly.
“Thank you, dear one,” he replied, the smile in his voice obvious. You rolled your eyes playfully, nipping his ear softly in faux retaliation. That earned you a soft giggle from him, before a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you waited for his knot to deflate.
“...I need another shower,” you mused softly. He just laughed, bringing a hand up to play with your hair.
“Anything you need, my love,” he assured, pressing a kiss to your temple. A beat of silence, and then, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked in a small voice.
You turned your head as you sat up slightly, biting back a groan at the pressure still pressing against the walls of your cunt. “You were perfect, honey,” you cooed out, holding his face in your hands as you kissed his forehead. That earned you a grin, his eyes shining with affection.
“Do you think, maybe… I could shower with you, dear one?” he asked, a coy edge to his words. You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide your smile.
“Of course,” you hummed, settling back against him. He held you tightly to him, and you swore you’d never felt safer.
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i write for the people <3 i can’t say enough tho thank you guys so much!! outside of these i have a couple in the works im hoping to get out to you soon <3
@marstato @littlecharmingenvy come look at your son!!
Hc that Finn's blood glows, so every time he sees Harlequin, he blushes hard enough to actually light up.
That's why no matter how hard he tries to play it cool, his face gives him away every single time xD
Harlequin would never admit it openly, but what he had initially seen as ammo to tease Finn with, had become something he eagerly looked forward to after a night of work—or by sneaking off whenever he could— slipping into Finn's tent, and finding him there.
Finn would always call him by his nickname with such excitement and fondness.
He could never quite get used to it, but the thought of Finn ever stopping bothered him more than he'd like to admit.
HELLOOOOOO,well today i decide to draw something funny,I LOVE SO MUCH 2P AU,AND I DECIDE TO DRAW MY TWO FAVORITE 2P CHARACTERS TOGETHER,That's right, I united two fandoms jijiji💅✨
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Im working in a full Prince of the Sea Finn ref but this piece alone made me wanna rip my hair out skfnskgjwk so i need a day or two without drawing all that detail aicnskfjak
plz a moment for their matching wedding bands so when they hold hands the rings clink together bc i said so and its cute
me and @littlecharmingenvy have been nonstop on this au in dms (and backrooms which I WILL be doing another drawing of)
Also!! I am officially moved so I plan to start tackling the asks and I AM LOOKING DIRECTLY AT THE ANON WHOS TRYING TO THROW MC AT FINN BC ITS SOOO FUNNY WIFNSKGJAK💕💕💕💕
