#afab reader insert

Okay, so we all know just how crazy sweet lil Pierrot is for his love; he would set government buildings on fire and wait for the police to come and give him a life sentence in maximum security prison if you so much as hinted at the idea of wanting him to do such a thing. 

So it’s not crazy to think he’d be concerned when he starts noticing you acting off. 

He’s a stalker; man's got your schedule and habits memorized to a tee, which extends to knowing exactly what expressions you make when you’re thinking about something. So when you start talking to him less and making these micro expressions he couldn’t quite place, he’s gonna be overly concerned. 

While his brain tells him someone is being mean to you, bothering you, harassing you, his rational mind [what little he has of it when it comes to you] convinces him that he needs to approach the situation with much less intent to murder someone at the drop of a hat. 

He can’t go scaring his precious darling off, now can he? No no, that won’t do. 

Poor Pierrot really tries his best, but his strained smiles and strange questions when the two of you are alone after your closing shifts don’t seem to coax any answers out of you. 

In fact, they may even send more guards up, much to his dismay.

Your short answers and fragmented bits of conversation leave him desiring more than ever to fix whatever is wrong in your life, if not for your sake then for his because this man is gonna go stir crazy without you- 

Even his little gifts are met with simple sweet ‘thank you’s rather than the excitement you would show before… He can feel his heart practically shatter at the change. 

His mind whizzes with thoughts; what if you hate him? What if you never want to see him again, but are just too perfect and polite to tell him as much? What if you’re planning to disappear in the night never to be seen again, just to get away from him?? 

When it comes to a head, he basically busts down your apartment door one evening, grovels at your feet, grips your hands in his, and begs for answers;

“My lady, please- Is it something I did? Did I frighten you somehow?? I promise I can be better, anything- I can change everything for you! Just please don’t leave me, please don't pull away and leave me alone again-” 

The burning in his chest doesn't ease up as he spills every single word that comes to mind to you. No, it burns hotter, singeing his heart and lungs as his desperation tightens like a choking, red-hot collar around his throat.

The amount of sincerity and willingness to do anything that you can hear in his tone is almost pathetic- 

Probably ends up sitting in front of you as you take a seat on your bed to explain things, since you know damn well he wouldn’t take ‘I don’t wanna talk about it’ for an answer at this point. 

He sits politely with you holding his hands as his head sits in your lap, those big, hurt puppydog eyes staring up at you as they begin to tear up.

You can tell he’s been overthinking. It’s incredibly obvious just by the way he looks at you as if you’ll vanish the moment he lets go of you or takes his eyes off of you. 

You feel guilty for causing him so much distress… And in turn, he feels guilty for making you feel guilty by being distressed in the first place.

How he hates to be the source of your worries...

Pleaseee hold him gently as you explain what’s been going on; that you’ve been thinking about your ex-partners and all the ways you felt when they had broken it off with you.

What you don't disclose is the fact that these thoughts are cropping up again after all this time because you have feelings for him... No, you're not even sure you're entirely ready to admit that to yourself, let alone him...

With every detail Pierrot hears about how these partners hurt you, his blood boils hotter and hotter. You can practically see the steam coming out of his ears, his eyes focusing with deadly intent as he listens carefully to your melodic voice recalling this cruelty toward yourself. 

Those ex’s are lucky you don’t give names, or else Pierrot would have them all on the news come the next day. 

His hands squeeze yours lightly as he sits up straight, “My lady, those wretched excuses for partners do not deserve to take up any space in your mind. I can't stand to hear you speak of partners who have treated you like nothing! Forget about them and what they did. Let me heal the wounds they’ve left, let me show you how someone who truly loves you should treat you…” 

He can’t help but basically confess at that point; he’s already this far in, and he might hurt himself if he holds back any longer, to be honest. 

The confession comes out of nowhere and surprises you, but his words… Oh, how sickeningly syrupy sweet they were, how tempting it was to wholeheartedly believe him… You probably would if you weren't so guarded. 

Maybe your heart could take the brunt of another shot at love... Just one more time. You couldn’t imagine a world in which sweet Pierrot would intentionally hurt your already fragile feelings… 

If you reciprocate his feelings, he suddenly becomes as animated and ecstatic as a golden retriever pfff-

Basically vibrates as he word vomits all the things he’s been dying to say since the day you first saved him on the street, but had kept inside as to not frighten you with how forward obsessive he could be. 

He sits there, basically on top of you as he sits up on his knees, your hands grasped comfortingly tightly in his own as he leans over you. The bells on his hat jingle lightly with every jittery movement he can’t hold in. 

You stop him when his talk becomes a little too obsessive and possessive, but Pierrot is far too overjoyed to care. 

If you let him stay the night, he will absolutely become a cuddle bug. 

Ransacks your apartment to find all the pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals you have so he can pile them onto your bed. He’d meticulously sort them in a way that made a cozy little nest for you both to sleep in~. 

He looks so damn proud of himself when you shuffle your way into it and get comfortable. You can tell he’s doing his best to show just how much he loves and cares for you. It’s hard to miss; it’s practically radiating off of him. 

When you invite him to lay next to you, he’s a little taken aback, but is all too eager to accept once he snaps out of it. He eagerly pulls the covers back, slots himself next to you, and covers you both with the fluffiest blanket he could find. 

Wraps his arms around you, pulls you close, snuggles into the top of your head as he holds you to his chest. 

This is obviously very different compared to any of your past relationships in many ways. But… it feels safer, as if this is exactly where you belonged the whole time… 

Please snuggle back against him, you’ll make him the happiest Pierrot in the world- 

As days go on, Pierrot is showing you every bit of every love language he can think of. 

Every time you see him, regardless of whether it was in passing or not, he always somehow has a small gift ready for you. One time it’s a hand crafted paper rose, another it’s your favorite treat or snack, and so on. Lots of hand made trinkets. 

Every goodbye is punctuated with him taking your hand in his and bowing to meet it with a chaste kiss, so light you almost don’t feel it, then that sweet grin as he stands back up and waves before moving on. 

You come home or to work and find sticky notes with sweet nothings and the like written on them, sometimes with a doodle or another gift. 

In private, he’s constantly mumbling praises and sweet promises; “My dear, my love, my lady… You are the light of my every day, the thing I look forward to most. I love you, so so very much, please know I could never feel anything but love for you-” 

Lots of reassurance born out of the fear that you’ll suddenly leave due to your guards, but it doubles to slowly melt away the protections you had shrouded yourself in for so long.

Just let him in, let him stay, please, he can’t stand the thought of a world without you in it… 

Let him love you in every way possible. 

And in return, he’ll give you anything; his word, his time, his life, everything he is and could be… 

He’ll show you what it is to truly be loved. 

Even if that love is a little crazy. 

Tonight, she watched from the corner. Darkened, hidden next to a tall dresser, empty of all belongings beside a hand-me-down lamp and crumpled job applications.

Sleep hit you like a pile of bricks, pushing you into unconsciousness mere minutes after hitting the sheets. You hadn’t even remembered to plug your phone in. It fell from your palm onto the unvaccuumed rug, phone screen dark. 

Warm sheets, warm body… your realm was so three-dimensional, sounds and sensations far more developed than she had ever known. There was a kind of rush she got when she slithered her ghostly hands up to where your feet laid, brushing up past them to the wrinkled bedsheets. 

You would only ever see her as a shadow; translucent, your closet visible through her dark form. If you had ever managed to awaken you would only find her eyes, white pits in the dark of your room, staring at you. 

The inky form was shuddering, heavy breaths crowding your silent room. Over you she hovered, tepid air falling on your cheek, black hands staining your skin with shadowed marks. They caressed your limp palms, running a thumb down your forearm’s inner vein.  The blood pulsing through you, your tense muscles squeezing under her-- you were so vulnerable, it made her ache. No matter how many nights she did it, it was like touching you again for the first time. 

It didn’t help that the only time she could indulge was when you were fast asleep in your room, a place you often avoided until you absolutely had to be in it. 

A hand like a faint breeze dipped beneath your pajama pants, beneath your underwear, chilly against the heat from below. You had already gotten your underwear damp, bunched between your legs as her fingers got to work. She was savouring it; the texture, the sleepy smell of you. 

You were so easy to manipulate while asleep, breathy and limp, twitching when she hit that hilt inside of you. A shadowy hand widened your legs with a grip on your thigh, pulling it farther away, pushing her damp fingers inside. 

Heated pants, like that after running a marathon, beat down on your chest. She spoke not a word, merely letting her labored breathing send goosebumps to your skin. Your mouth parted as your unconscious mind felt inexplicable pleasure, unknown to the cause of your ecstasy. 

It was just a really, really good dream. That’s all it felt, like being brought to the top of a rollercoaster and your stomach dropping as it took you down. You orgasmed fast with an open mouth, letting a squeaky sigh release. Pulling absentmindedly at the bedsheets, your body twitched and writhed. 

You gushed onto her hand, covering her translucent palm with dribbling liquid. Your chest rose and fell far deeper than it had all day, your body decompressing into the mattress. 

The shadow hadn’t even needed to subdue you, to stop you from twitching and thrashing like some nights. You fell prey to her supernatural trick to keep you still, save for the cute twitches she wanted to see from your orgasm.

But you hadn’t fought her, hadn’t grown whiny and restless when she tried to pleasure you as you had before. You took it, accepted her. 

Bishop Heket is truly a sight to behold. She towered over the subjects of Anura with nobility and confidence that left you awe-struck and reeling. You will never understand what you did to not only be graced with her presence, but to be invited to her bed on a near daily occurrence. 

All you were truly even aware of was that your Lord Bishop fancied you to some degree, and you couldn’t be happier. She stood tall and proud next to you, beautiful as ever, with an air of intimidation as she worked. With the season coming to an end the last crop had been harvested and brought to the temple. It was your Mistresses duty to inspect everything before it was shipped off to her sibling’s respective realms.

Lord Heket would never let her siblings be served anything less than pristine. She was so caring and sweet like that… “I don’t care, just get it done. However you have to .” She ordered, the giraffe follower before you both giving a hasty bow before scurrying off tail between their legs. After their departure her four red eyes caught you staring, a glimmer of amusement twinkling within.

“And what is it that has your attention so captivated my little firefly?” Dangerous teeth peaked from her grin as she lowered down closer to your smaller form. Embarrassed at being caught, you ducked your head and shifted from foot to foot.

“I…I apologize Mistress, I was just-it’s very p-pleasing to watch you work…” Her eyes narrow in response as her grin grows ever wider. A long, delicate claw comes close to lift your chin.

“Oh really pet? Hmhm, you are adorable when you get like this…So flustered and shy just because I asked you a question.” She purrs. Your hands grasp the cloth of your robe as you whimper at her teasing. 

“I just…enjoy the way you command so effortlessly…” “Oh? My commands you say?” Your eyes widen as you register how your own words sound.

“I-I mean-!” 

“Hush firefly.”

Your jaw snaps shut with a click. The claw under your chin traces ever so slowly along your cheek and down your throat as she hums.

“Such obedience…It should be rewarded I believe. Come.” She pulls away from you and stands to her full height, towering above you. With her usual grace and dominance she turns and leads you away from the various followers still working around you.

You…you had forgotten they were even there…

You try your best to hide your flustered face and ignore the knowing grins other followers give as you pass. It’s easier in the crowded hallways of the temple, followers parting for your beloved Mistress with no hesitation. Your mind is fixated on her words, the feeling of her stare burning you inside and out as she leaned in so close…

A reward, she had promised. The possibilities had your heart fluttering and heat pooling your lower tummy. You’re so lost in your lewd fantasies that the nudge in your side almost makes you stumble.

“H-huh?” You crane your neck up to meet four scarlet eyes staring down at you, hooded with lustful promise. You turn your gaze to the side to see a door being propped open by her hand, and realize she’s waiting for you to step through. You quickly do so, finding yourself in a temple storage room. 

A deafening ‘ thud ’ of the door behind you seals your fate.

Before you can even open your mouth to speak, Mistress Heket has her hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you into her warm chest. A claw tilts your head up again, but this time you’re met with a fat pink tongue pushing against your lips.

The surprise gasp you give is the opportunity it needs to squeeze inside and fill your wet and willing mouth. A groan leaves you as your eyes fall shut in pleasure. Dutifully you begin suckling the tender flesh pushing against the back of your throat. You feel your Mistresses gaze burning into you as she suddenly starts moving.

A sudden pressure is against your plush ass, and the part of your brain that has yet to turn to mush registers it as a supply box for you to sit on. This frees up Heket’s webbed hands so they can wander over your flesh sending sparks though the sensitive nerves along your body. 

Her claws are relentless in their teasing as she deepthroats you with her tongue - sides are caressed, breasts squeezed and nipples pulled, the only barrier being your flimsy robe. Her tongue suddenly leaves you with a ‘ slurp ’, and you gasp and gulp fresh air while you have the chance. One of your shaking hands lifts to wipe the drool collected on your chin as you meet Heket’s eyes.

“ Look at you… So beautiful and all mine to taste ~” She hisses, fangs bared in a four-way grin.

“ P-please- ” Is the pitiful response you give. 

It’s enough, Heket’s eyes lower towards your hips, where her claws slip under the hem of your robe and push the cloth up and away.

“Hold this up for me, pet.” She commands - and you obey.

You hold your robe bunched up under your armpits, the expanse of your tits and tummy on display for her roaming gaze. This isn’t your Mistresses goal however, as she only gives your breasts a quick squeeze before her hands land once more on your hips.

“ Open. ”

You suck in a harsh breath but do as ordered, parting your legs for her.

“Good girl. Such a perfect, good pet for me~” She praises you as her thumbs hook into the bands of your underwear and gently, slowly , pulls them down your legs. You turn your face away and squeeze your eyes shut as your leaking pussy is put on display for her. You feel your opening flutter under her gaze.

“P-please don’t-don’t look-” You whimper in embarrassment. 

“ Don’t look? Why dewdrop, why would I ever not? Such an adorable cunt should be savored, should be worshiped~ ” You mewl and wiggle in her hold, her words making your already hot blood burn all the warmer.

You peek an eye open at her chuckling to see her staring right at you, at the opening between your thighs with such hunger… One of her top eyes catches your gaze and quickly all four are pinned to yours. 

“While I do find your shyness adorable, I am not cruel. Wouldn’t you agree?” 

You give a tentative nod. What is she…?

“‘I’ll end your suffering sweet flower…by fucking you with my tongue till you can’t even remember your own name, much less any embarrassment~” You open your mouth to respond - to say what, you don’t know and never will because her tongue is on you. 

The noise you make is not one you think you’ve ever made before, and your Mistress laughs deep in her chest. Her tongue is pressing right against your folds, pressure against your opening and clit all in one stroke. With every swipe up more wetness is left behind, a combination of her own slick spit and cum leaking from your pulsing cunt.

You can only sit there and throw your head back as you cry out, your hands balling into fists around the cloth you still dutifully hold.

Suddenly she stops, and your head jerks down to her again, confusion all over your flustered face.

“Ah ah, pet. Can’t have you making so much noise. Don’t want anyone to see you like this , after all…”

Mortified, you realize she’s right, but your mind is too jumbled to think of a solution. Heket has one for you already you learn, as one hand leaves your bruised up hip. Suddenly cloth is pressing against your lips, and you belatedly realize…

It’s your own underwear.

Your wide eyes dart to hers, to the cloth, and back again to her. Heket simply smiles and raises two questioning eyebrows in unison. A whimper escapes your throat as you open your mouth and ever so gently, bite down on your own underwear.

Heket gives a ‘ tsk ’ and pushes the cloth roughly past your lips, her fingers pushing it down against your tongue and securing it deep in place.

Your pussy clenches hardand your hips buck, letting Mistress know exactly how much you enjoy such treatment. She rewards your enthusiastic response by putting her tongue back between your shaking thighs. Your keen of pleasure is muffled by your new gag, and your hips give another hard buck against her tongue.

“Okay firefly, I understand.” She growls, licking her lips. “I won’t tease you any longer.”

With those words the fat head of her tongue is pressing harder against your gushing opening, wiggling and spreading the tight muscles open. Her tongue slips inside with a wet, audible ‘ squelch ’ that has you gasping and arching your back. 

Your Mistress doesn't give you time to adjust, her tongue pushing deeper into your tight cunny, touching the opening of your womb in the most lewd kiss of your life. Your shaking thighs are desperately trying to close, to gain some relief from the onslaught of pleasure you feel as her tongue moves inside you, but Heket stops you.

Her hands migrate from your hips to wrapping around your thighs, holding the weak limbs open with no effort. She’s purring as she pulls her tongue out only to thrust back in, her grin best described as ‘blissfully smug’ as she makes you lose your mind. Thrusting in and out of your fluttering cunt over and over. 

You feel your release coiling low in your belly, right where Heket’s continues to press against your womb as you cry and moan against your gag. It snaps with a flourish, your hips lifting high off the box you sit on as you pull against the cloth you still hold. The seams of your robe strain against your pull as you cum hard on your Mistresses tongue.

She doesn’t pull it out of your spasming pussy, instead pushing it deep and staying there, wiggling the flexible muscle against your gummy walls. One hand moves from your thigh to rest at the top of your mound, her thumb idly starts rubbing your clit, and the scream you let out was sure to be heard by everyone despite your gag.

She keeps this up until your body falls limp from orgasm, your upper body falling back onto your box perch as your legs limply lay on Heket’s broad shoulders. She finally ends your overstimulating torment and pulls away. She gives a few last licks with her tongue to clean you up before once more staring at your still twitching opening. Her two thumbs hook into your lips and gently pull, giving her a perfect view of your gaping hole and engorged clit. 

“Ah, such a beautiful sight…look at how puffy and swollen your pretty cunt is~ Makes me want another taste…” She purrs, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss against your sensitive nub. Prompting another soft whimper from you.

“Time for that later I suppose. We really must get back.” 

You make a muffled noise against your gag, unwilling to move after…all that. Heket gives an amused huff and pulls your underwear from your mouth, stuffing the cloth into a pocket on her robe. She gathers you into her arms and tries to make you somewhat presentable as you snuggle into her chest. Her warm fingers comb through your tousled fur to smooth it out as you nestle into her embrace.

Her heart beat is so comforting…