This work is inspired by @smittysmashva 's scripted/dubbed ASMR video of a similar nature! As a humble writer, I wanted to put the dub/script into my own written words, to feed into my delusions of consuming content for The Freak Circus for the past three weeks (as of writing the fanfic and making this post).
I own nothing used or referenced in this work, all credits belong to their respective owners. Go check out Erik's other works for The Freak Circus, they're amazing!
Here is a link to the YouTube video if you wish to listen to it as you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZOtXr8JeZY&t=111s
And the link to the Ao3 work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/79915886
Soft darkness surrounds you in your closet. Piles of clothes a pair of warm, quiet arms—and the cold wall at your back being your only present company. The semi-firm plastics and thin metals of discarded coat hangers cluttered at your feet, giving you mixed sensory signals. Gears becoming rusted in your mind from overuse as you struggle to comprehend your current predicament: hiding.
Childish. Brave. Trapped.
The unnatural darkness of your room clashed with the natural of the outdoors just past your balcony, navy curtains blotting out any possible street lights attempting to bleed past the draped fabric. Television off, remote carelessly tossed onto your second-rate made bed sheets. One might see your role as someone who needed some space after a winded day, to seal your body into the silence of the familiar, to wash away any negative dependencies you might cling to.
Oh, how wrong they would be.
This was an act you didn't sign up for... entirely. At the surface, you couldn't quite place how or why you had slipped into such a turn of events. One nice gesture lead to one thing, and now you were sought after like a pet owner with a desperate, lost puppy.
Only this puppy was someone who had come to watch, learn, and engrave your routine, your preferences into the wrinkles of his being like it was water softening the dryness of one's throat. Needed. Dependent.
Sure, the thought of being sought after in such a way had crossed your mind every now and then, but now that it was being served full course...
...there was an ever building spark in the deepest recesses of your thoughts that ached to make itself known to the world. To him. You were simply too skittish to confess it, so it's gathered dust in the back of your mind for the past few days.
That sort of build up was both good and bad in your book. Good because... letting that sort of thing build up over time meant it would feel all that much nicer when the goal is finally achieved.
Bad because it kept you waiting. Tempting. Eager to know if he was capable of making these feelings surface true.
( - Start video here! - )
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Reverberating in your ears, tumbling around in your head.
"Where are you, my little darling? I just want to see you... I want to know you're ok."
"Are you... hiding from me? Oh, that is so adorable! It's adorable that you think you can hide from me."
Your chest had already begun to tighten.
"I know you. I know your routines. I know your house better than you. I know all the best places one could possibly hide."
A sharp intake of air, muffled by the separation of walls between the two of you.
"I can smell you... I can... taste your fear. I can hear your little heart beating out of your chest–"
The sound of your bedroom door opening and creaking shattered your sanctuary of silence, splitting your head in two. You almost jumped in place, nearly giving away the hiding place amongst your apparel.
Pierrot gently heaves out a sigh. "I'm getting warmer. It's like... you're right next to me. Right at the edge of my fingertips, just waiting to be caught."
A hum of acknowledgement. "Not under the bed... which means, if my love isn't there, then they're in the closet. Right..." the closet door slides open, "–here!"
Life flashes before your eyes.
"Hello, my dear!" he'd giggle in small success. You remain seated, cemented to the carpet of your closet.
"Aww, my little cutie, are you nervous? Scared? That little blush on your face makes me think that your are loving this."
"...please don't hurt me, Pierrot..." you choked in soft tone.
"Hurt you? No, no no, my dear, I'm not gonna hurt you. I would never! Unless—you disobey me. Unless... you want me to."
"You like it rough, don't you?"
Your feet slam onto your pile of coat hangers, a poor surface in attempt to slip and carry yourself out from beneath his tall, hovering form. Only managing to take a few, panicked steps out before he overpowers you by stepping back, slamming your door shut.
A huff of breath from his nose, celebrating his cocky victory over trapping you.
"Nice try, darling. How does it feel, being trapped in your bedroom with me? Being captured by a loving... tender circus freak, that easily towers over you. Like a cat, looming overs its mousey prey."
His shoulders slouch alongside an exasperated breath of admiration. "Just look at what you're doing to me. Staring up at me with those fearful, desperate eyes. You're going to make me lose control."
"What do I want? I thought it was fairly obvious, my dear. I. Want. You. All of you... every inch of your skin." A bated breath. "I'm going to take you away... and keep you as mine."
He looms further over you, taking your chin in a gentle grasp.
"Be still for a moment... hmm. I love feeling your heart thumping against your chest. Holding your chin in my claws. Your breathing so shallow, face as red as my outfit... giving the cutest little whimpers I've ever heard! The way you cower, the way you melt away from my touch... You've never experienced, have you? This intense love that burns within me, solely for you."
"I see the fear in your beautiful little eyes. You don't have to be scared of me, my dear! I just... yearn for you. I hunger... crave you. Let me–"
His heated face closes in on the crook of your neck, peppering tender kisses upon the open canvas of skin. You were his work of art.
"Oh my... your neck. Your skin. You taste so delicious, my dear. I could lick you forever... my delectable, little morsel." He'd keep up the ministrations between praises, voice shaken and gravelly with growing desire.
His larger hand snatches your forearm, and he guides you towards your bed. Easily pinned, taken over. Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest and roll onto the floor below.
"Oh, my lovely little dear. Look at you now. So fragile, helpless. Small," he playfully smiles down at you at the last term.
You lift your free arm in attempt to make some kind of advancement.
"Uh, uh uh," he pins that down, too. "Where do you think you're going, my succulent snack? You can squirm all you want. My hands are locked around your wrists, pinning you down to the bed. I'm taller than you, stronger than you... you don't get to leave unless I say so. And I say..."
He hunches down, putting his face inches above your own, bed creaking slightly from his weight. The shared heat of your cheeks mingled in their air between.
"...I love you. And I am never letting you go."
The distance is closed, his lips merging with yours. It was at this point you finally gave in, body and mind. Soul. Your fingers slowly stitch in with his, holding them with the intent of falling in line with his actions. His sweet, loving praise.
That spark in the back of your mind had finally surfaced, exposing itself to the world. Him.
Perhaps this week hadn't turned out so bad after all.
I hope you enjoyed! Again, I own nothing used or referenced in this work, I simply wished to put this into written form for those who love to read as I do. Stay freaky, friends.
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