#pierrotxreader

Every passing moment beyond that drifted into the next like a dream kissed by the haze of desire, your weight finding the cushion of him in a smothering embrace. Scooping your frame into the cradle of his arms as if he were stealing a priceless treasure, you couldn’t have given protest even if you wanted to as everything around you turned to molasses. The glow of Edison bulbs and vintage glass carnival lights blended into one another, forcing you to bury your face into the soft of fabrics draping his chest. Finding comfort in the silks and velvet trims of his motley, the swirling scent of sweet fried confections and lingering kiss of musky incense imbued into the very fibers of the cloth felt just as intoxicating as whatever was burning under your skin.

You could tell he was trying to keep his voice undetectable, “I know I promised.. I wouldn’t do this again, but.. since you’re already mine.. I figured one more time couldn’t hurt~” He breathed, nuzzling his face into the side of yours with the world only acting as a passing smudge in your vision against the clarity of him, “You were so perfect last time.. it was too soon then, but now..? There’s no way I could pass this up a second time.”

He was so warm, his skin soft, his breath tickling, all while you drifted deeper into the tingling warmth rolling through you, “Pierrot..”

“Yes, my love~?”

“I feel.. hot..”

Ushering you into the silken nest of his pillows and blankets as he helped you peel yourself from the prison of your clothes, your skin burned with the tingle of oversensitivity that came next in prickling waves. His touch drank you in like his hands had lived their life in a drought of sensation, addicted to the way your lips looked with the shape of his name on them. You were burning even through the shield of his gloves; ripping them from his hands, he let his bare caress fall upon the plush of your skin like he was handling porcelain. Watching the way your flesh gave way to the pressure of his grip in the hiking of your thighs around his waist, the only thing circling his mind was what a dream you looked like completely helpless under him.

Unable to keep himself back a second longer, your head was caged in his grasp while his tongue found its home wrapped around yours in something that less resembled a kiss and more of a hostile takeover of your breath. Trying to have some semblance of participation in the destruction of your better judgment, you sucked against the slippery muscle you’d let in, earning a low groan and fluttering of his eyes to follow. You had made out with some people in your life, but no one had ever felt as good as he did whenever he ached for the taste of you. Floating in the realm between fogged consciousness and chemical dreams like this made his obsession infectious, any pull from him feeling like a tiny betrayal to the primal need strangling your mind.

“Pierrot..”

He would never tire of hearing the way you called his name like a prayer, gentle and mewling as if you were lost without him. Not once did he look from you as he sat on his knees and pulled at the tie of his ruffles behind his neck. Watching him disrobe in any way felt like a ritual too intimate to witness as he shed the facade he kept together so well. Another careful pull at the securely laced bow still hidden beneath the capelet at the top of his bodice gave in such a way, to your doubled vision it looked as if they were dangling tassels.

Smothering you into the mattress was quickly becoming his favorite pastime as you found yourself being delightfully squeezed by the press of him returning to the possession of your kiss. A smooth roll of hips came next as he kept a mind-meltingly slow pace with the return of his tongue making itself at home in the way you tasted. Eventually, his mouth drifted from the swell of your lips to the tender virginity of your healed neck. The shiver he earned from you when his maw grazed the tissue paper fragility of your skin was enough to gain another satisfied moan and deep hip roll from him.

“I’m going to bite you again.. like last time.. but.. more~” He sighed into the cradle of your neck, “Is that alright, my dear~?” His tone nearly singing-songy as he sounded like a wild animal rattling zoo bars.

Hardly a single thought could be made from you as you answered in a drawl, “Uuh–huhh..”

There was no time for a second guess before you felt a swift pinch that diffused into erogenous pleasure, your fingers gnarling into the fabric protecting his back. It felt as if someone was slowly pouring warm milk over your shoulder as you bled out into the catch of his mouth eagerly lapping at it like a last meal. A shift above you came before the next pinch and wave of warmth feeding into the hunger he clearly wouldn’t be taming tonight.

Murmuring against the new wound he was nursing like his favorite candy, he seemed like he had already found his way into heaven via the ichor of your vulnerability, “You taste.. divine, my love..” Another heavy pass off his tongue swept over your broken flesh, “I promise.. I’ll be careful.. but you’ll have to forgive me if I get a little rough.. I just.. can’t help myself around you– not when you taste like you were made for me~”

The sink of teeth became more akin to penetrating overripe fruit in bursting gushes as each bite felt like the first, leaving you in the lace collar of your own life from the destruction he left in his wake. Eager as ever he let himself become a mess of himself as the smear of your blood painted itself tellingly across his face.

Frenzied greed got the better of him as his voice rasped in uneven breaths, “Tell me.. you want me.. that you need me, as badly as I need you.. my dearest, my love, my everything~”

Was this even real? Every second of this brushed against every little hidden fantasy you’d considered of him since the first time you laid eyes on him play by play. Disassociated from anything else but the way he clung to you, you drifted into the lush high of whatever had left that weird taste in your mouth as your blood stained his teeth.

Real or not, the answer was painfully simple to you, giving back to him, “I.. want you.. need you.. Pierrot..”, in a slur that you couldn’t detect off your own lips but he could pin easily.

Another blur of moments strung together in how you felt the meaty weight of him resting against your stomach before dipping into the spill of liquid silk dripping from you. Giving you a fullness that couldn’t keep a wanton moan from breaking the whispering silence he’d cultivated for you, your features warping into a heavy pant with just how much of him there was to take.

“Is it.. too big, my love~?” Was he teasing?

Answering him with a lust clouded stare and a fiery heat kissing your cheeks, you shook your head, falling side to side in a sloppy reassurance.

Delighted by your response, he purred back, “Perfect~ You’re perfect for me~ Are you going to keep being perfect.. and take it all for me~?”

You gave him another drug weighted nod and received a hissed excitement, “Good girl..”

You could see the way his eyes jumped back and forth from a heated stare to where his length sheltered in the squeeze of your warmth, to the way your face seemed to melt into a plea for more. Letting himself soften and rest himself against you, the first full sink of him came with a firm, greedy little swirl of his hips as if to revel in the prize being finally enjoyed. Savored.

He soon found his pace in slow, amusingly short pulls, before returning in desperate grinding pushes. Not having taken off really any of his clothes in his eagerness beyond his ruff and the split in his pants to free the length of his cock, the rhythmic jingle of his bells filled the dead air around you to be met in chorus with the clutch of you around him joining in soaked harmony. Some part of your mind whispered on if maybe that was on purpose, a punishment, or maybe, pleasure for the walls that always seemed to listen.

“Pie–Pierrot~” Sighing his name as if it alone was a love note, the careful, yet barely restrained rolling sink of his hips into yours made him shudder in your slick hold.

Nuzzling his face into the soft of your neck with a heavy swiping lick from collar to jaw, the word “Again~” dripped off his tongue in a pure ichor of sticky urgent lust, “Please, again~ My name has never sounded more lovely than it does falling from your lips like this..”

Seeing the way he nearly came undone from just the simple call of his name made your mind sink deeper into the dizzying fire of whatever he put in that damn cake as your brow knitted up together in desire, “Pierrot~ Ooh Pierrot~!”

Your legs relaxed wider in unyielding access to his hunger to let him eagerly tip your hips higher. Taking advantage of the new depth, his pace quickened with a frantic neediness that made your head spin in a cloud of pliancy. Licking back against his tongue still holding a monopoly over your mouth, the whine that left him was dripping in the excess of pleasure as he breathed, “You wanted this~ I think you wanted this.. as badly as I did~”

Eyes threatening to stay permanently fixed to the heavens with how far they were rolled back, you could only mumble, “I-did– I-I did~!”

“You were already sooo wet you know~ were you.. thinking of me too~?” He cooed, his thumbs brushing your nipples in affectionate swirls.

“I was,” You gushed honestly, simply, with the wash of your high taking away any last inhibitions keeping your tongue shy, “I.. like.. how big you are.. how-you watch me.. keep me safe..”

You could’ve sworn he was already midway filling you like a cream pastry by the way his body jolted at the thought, but instead his hands slipped up your chest and hovered at the base of your throat before snuggly capturing it as his mind fried into a one-track thought to claim.

“Do you trust me, my love~?” The familiar call of his pet name for you sounded deranged compared to its usual cadence.

Giving back a slight nod, you offered back breathlessly, “I-I– do~”

White hot giddiness took over whatever sense was left in his brain, his hold on your throat tightening fractionally as the tacky grip of drying blood smeared onto his palms, “You’re mine– you’ll be mine forever– I'll keep you safe– keep you mine– no one else’s– mine– mmm.. mine.. mine-mine-mine–” Punctuating his spiral with a crashing kiss into your lips with a need that promised to have you feeling the press for weeks to come.

Possessed by the feeling of finally having you all to himself, his pace stayed quick, heavy, and deep, putting every last ounce of his effort into indulging in every gasping choked cry and moan that graced the limited safety of his tent, “Ah-hah– Pi-pierro–ot– I-I– f-f-fuck– love you– love-you– haa love– you~”

“So perfect–!! Ouuh you said it first this time– you said it first–! I love you too~!” He was practically babbling as his face took shelter in your neck once more, “I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you–Say it again– Please–” Meeting you with yet another firm puncture into the peachy tenderness of your flesh.

Pain was a thing of the past to you by now as you just moaned back, “Ougghh– I-love-youu–”

“Again~” His tempo somehow quickened.

“Hah-fuck– love-you~ you’re gonna– break me–”

Without missing a beat and blazing hearts in his eyes he easily answered back, “Then I’ll put you.. back together again~ and again~ and again~”

Hilting himself flush to your hips, the cry that left you in the way the head of his cock punished the sucking caress of your cervix teasing him to try and push further left him gasping in delirium, “Ouhh you love it too, my lady~! I know you do~! Y-you're kissing me from the inside~! You’re practically pulling me in~! Is that what you want~? You want me.. deeper..?”

You couldn’t place what possessed you to cry out, “Yes!! Deeper!! Deeper-deeper-deeper– please-please-please– Pierrot– I-I’m cumming– I’m-cumminggg~!!” but he wasted no time giving you exactly what you asked for as he met your demands in a pace that could’ve knocked the wind from you.

Nearly whining at the fever of lust keeping you both in a state of unmatched ecstasy, he couldn’t seem to stop babbling in affectionate bursts, “Oooh~ Is that what did it for you darling~? You like it deep– you like me deep– you’re so hot inside– I can feel your heart pounding~!”

Some part of your mind had to wonder if he was trying to redefine and stake claim to the title of “beast with two backs”, before he knocked even that thought clean from you in the overwhelming swallow of his desire. Reaching up for him, your arms easily found their place around the strength of his shoulders with the rattling tune of his bells and the smacking kiss of your cunt eagerly welcoming him home over and over.

“Go on, scream for me.. just this once, I want to hear everything~ All for me~ I’ve got you~ Just let it all go~” Seeing the way your body submitted and your voice chimed in high cries, his liquid gaze fixed on the way your face twisted framed in the palms of his hands, “You’re so.. good for me~ Ouuhh good girl– my good girl– my.. mine.. mine-mine-mine–”

Before you could even finish the soul rattling that was washing over you, the sudden unusually hot fill of his own unraveling, sighing and whining, “You’re.. holding on so tight.. ooouhh.. my love~ You’re milking me..”

Pump after pump his mouth hung open in a heavy pant as his tongue showed off how gorgeous strawberry jam could look drizzled over lemons. Still, as his eyes flickered between your face and the heat catching the flood of him, you couldn’t help but notice the sparkle of pure affectionate desire he had for you that betrayed his display of devouring obsession he’d unleashed before.

Reluctant to leave any distance between you, he sat up only enough to tug the golden cording keeping his tunic sealed loose enough to let the fabric drip from his frame in an easy shimmy off his shoulders. The jingle of him untying the fastenings of the mantle still hanging over his bare shoulders sang in your mind like angelic gifts to soften the breath of the moment. A softly delirious huff of a chuckle left you as you admired the sculpt of his body while still sporting the cover of his hood with the sink of his weight trapping you back into the mattress as if it were just a part of him.

To snap your drifting mind back to the focus of him, he gave a firm buck against you, keeping himself sheathed in soft rolling bumps, “You took me so well~ Still.. taking me so well.. even after all that.. you’re making it hard.. impossible, even.. for me to stop.. you know~?” He hummed, sliding the smooth of his tongue over the night’s wounds still glimmering with the shine of fresh rubies spilling across your chest.

“Ooh.. look at you.. are your arms getting too heavy..? Your legs..?” He cooed, securing your drooping form around his waist, “Don't worry.. you can rest now.. but.. if I may, my dearest– Is it okay.. if I keep going.. for a little longer~? I’ll be gentle now.. I promise, my love~”

There wasn’t too much you could honestly say or do back as the darkness that had been creeping in your vision seemed to win the war as all you could muster was a soft, “Mm-hmm.. Pier.. rot..”

“Ooh.. you’re so good for me.. only me.. mine..” It seemed like whatever frenzy had his mind in madness had calmed with the assurance that you were nothing but wholly and totally his, pleading in whimpering gasps, “Please.. be good and let me keep you.. I'll protect you from everyone.. keep you all to myself.. just don't make me stop.. I don't want this to end..”

The low richness of his tone coated your mind in the syrup of his affection as the last thing he whispered fully settled you into the safety of his grasp, “Love you.. forever.. always.. only.. mine.”

★

Warming peanut oil and spinning sugar were the first things you could recognize beyond the fog still casting a shadow over your senses. Following that, came the jailing embrace of your fool that still kept you close to the centering warmth of his core, the tackiness of your connection proving how long he had kept you like that. Any attempt to try and remember anything that happened that led you to this point felt like meeting a brick wall. Only fractured pieces of events really came together, as you buried your face back into Pierrot’s chest.

There was a cake.. maybe? If nothing else, you remembered the way he kept you in his arms against the antique wash of rainbow carnival lights. And how he looked at you like he would tear down the stars one by one should they displease you. And.. being full. Really full.

“Are you awake, my love?”

“Mm..”

“Ah~ I was wondering when you would join me again~ I missed you while you slept~”

“Weren’t.. you sleeping..?” You mumbled, still keeping your face in the safety of his chest.

“.. yeah. For some of it~ But you were out for quite a while.. I was starting to worry.. I fear I may have given you maybe one too many bites in my excitement~”

Bites?

Leaning back from him a bit, your hand reached to let the brush of your fingerprints catch on new scabs littering the circumference of your collarbone, “Pierrot!” You snapped in a whispered mix of playfulness and honest concern for his excess.

Feeling him jump slightly at your sudden outburst, he quickly tried to ease you by soothing, “I would never do anything that would harm you.. or take you away from me– I may have.. gotten a little carried away, but it’s only because I couldn’t help myself with you– you were so vulnerable and wanting– please forgive me darling, I promise now that you’re awake.. I’ll get whatever you need~ Water, snacks, more rest– Please.. just let me take care of you..”

A dramatic sigh left you in a tease as you let yourself fall back into the protective cage of his embrace, “We’ll.. worry about that later..”

Delight pumped through him as you nested in against him once more, closing his arms around you tight and kissing your forehead, “Yes my love.. let me keep you safe while you rest.. I'm here.. always..”

“Mm-hmm..”

. . .

“I love you..”

Air thick with warm petrichor and the cover of angrier clouds rolling in, the healthy blush holding his cheeks signaled it was finally time for a break. A beckoning handwave from you to call him over made a cheesy grin shoo away the previous focus that shaped his visage into a thoughtful twist, threatening to make your heart drip through the cage of your ribs in molten adoration. His casual saunter back to you let you admire the stray sterling strands that clung to his neck in sweat laced abstractions from the effort of his training. Soft cotton of a fresh towel draped over your hands met the dampness of his face after he sat down on one of the crates you’d turned into a makeshift chaise.

Rustling leaves in vibrant shades of chartreuse from the fresh growth of spring haloed the scene of your care, letting him soak in the gentle stroke of your attentiveness. Settling into the catch of his lap by the curl of his hand, being the puzzle piece that fit perfectly in his you-shaped wanting never felt more obvious than in these moments. His arms had become just as safe as the shelter of your comforter, letting you bury your face into the joyous loops of his ruffled collar with relieved ease. Pulling in a slow, deep breath, the scent of him filled your senses in blooming aromas of sweet musk that spun your mind into a haze of affectionate need.

Your fingers played at the slits in the puff of his sleeve idly, admiring the quality of the wool and hand-stitched seams coming together in perfect alignment, “You’re burning up under there~ You should take some of this off~”

“We have to go back in the tent for that..” He breathed, watching your touch wander from his arm to the golden cording strung across his chest, “We’re not supposed to be bare out in the open.. it’s a rule Jester made a long time ago..”

“Yeah but the tent is gross and hot and the fans barely do anything–” An exasperated chuckle left you as you pulled at hidden bow under his collar, giving way to an instant relaxing of the lacing, “Mmm come on.. it’ll be fine for a few– no one comes back here.. when was the last time you felt sunlight on your chest~?”

Shouldering off the costume top, you could see the relief wash over him with the sticky breeze cooling the wet sheen of his skin. The black tank that hid beneath was drenched, leaving you to wonder if you could convince him to take that off too. Grabbing the towel again, you started to pat him down after letting the air give him another delightful chill. Old scars marring him in patterns you didn’t want to consider the brutality of, let him catch the linger of your stare with the caressing pass of his thumb on your thigh.

“I’m okay now..”

A slow nod from you came in response to his attempt to drift your mind from those thoughts. Circling arms around you pulled you in to feel the damp of his shirt through yours, leaving yours to drape around his shoulders to dry the back of his neck. Tension in him was quick to surface with the delicate brush of the towel fibers kissing the tender trauma carved there.

A nervous whisper caught you as your touch paused, “Sorry..” You mumbled off the roll of your breath, “Are you.. okay with me touching there..?”

There was a long draw of hesitation from him before he nodded slowly and huffed quietly, “Yeah..”

Tightness in your chest continued to wind at the way he seemed to be going through a wash of different emotions, leaving him to pant softly and his eyes to water with the flood of overwhelm.

“Should I stop..?” You cooed before he reached to close the short distance between your lips in needy presses.

“N-no.. you can keep going.. it feels nice..”

It didn’t take long for the towel to drip from your hands, replacing the caress of the cotton with the wander of your touch coming in the careful clasp of your hand over the scar tissue. Thumbs behind his ear moving in slightly firmer swirls to aid in the melt of his stress made you wonder if he was to float away from the high of your attention. Different positions of your pressure against the wounds of years past let you earn an array of muted moans and whimpers in the mess of kisses, letting the shadowing ache his body clung to fade. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this before, almost silent, hiccuping cries began to bubble from him from the release of old fear being soothed.

A whisper finally broke between the need for contact between your lips, “Please..”

“I’m here.. you’re safe..” Soothing his ache with the consistent tenderness of your tone, your fingertips slipped under the seam of his hood to lift it from his head.

Another freeze of anxiousness held him before you hummed, “It’s okay.. let Jester get mad at me.. I don’t want you worrying about anything today..”

“I love you–” He quickly squeaked out, letting himself unwind the strands of tension that kept him taut, his hood slipping off the smooth ridges of his horns with a wilted jingle.

A warm smile graced you as you let your hands slide from the warzone on the back of his neck to the hem of his tanktop still clinging with soaked defiance, “I love you too Pierrot.. so much.. come on.. let’s get you more comfy..”

With eyes unafraid to show the hunger in their stare as you pulled the damp top over his head, he easily brought you in for a tighter squeeze this time with the drop of his shirt falling into the grass with sopping plop. A chorus of crackling vertebrae sang from you at the strength of his hold, terror cutting through him suddenly making him still to marble and loosen a bit for you to fold in his hold.

“Damn, guess it's been a while since I've had my back cracked–” You gushed with an embarrassed chuckle before you clocked the wobble in his features, “Did you– eheh– you thought you–”

Confirming your assertion, he quickly jumped over your words with pleading brows, “Please don't say it–”

Slight amusement still held you as you feathered kisses against his neck, “You're okay.. I'm not that fragile~”

“Yes.. you are..”

“Pierrot..”

Shelving the rest of that conversation, he sniffled and leaned over to nudge the lid on the cooler still resting beside you, “Are you hungry my love~?”

Letting the heavy subject slide as he rubbed melting ice cubes between his palms in a makeshift rinse, you chirped and slid back from your seat in his lap, “I could eat~”

Cured meats, cheeses, bread, honey, nuts, and fruit started to unfold from the cooler between you. As you reached for a strawberry, the clasp of his fingertips already holding one at the seam of your lips beat you to it.

A little razz from you came with a playful glitter in your eye, “It's your birthday love, shouldn't I be feeding you~?”

“Being this close.. and intimate.. with you is the best gift I could ask for~ Now open~” He teased with a nudging push of the berry to your lips in a playful kiss.

One berry turned to two, then to the honey drizzle of soft buttered bread, the sweet gush of tender mangoes, firm popping grapes snapping under your bite, and the slurp of passion fruit seeds carved from their flesh. Watching you bite, tear, and drink in messy, dripping glory made his mind sizzle with the pleasure of seeing you be sated by his hand. Juice from a particularly ripe peach spilled down your chin and over his fingers in gluttonously overindulgent drops, your head dipping to let your tongue clean the flow of it from his touch as he stared in pure awe. The scene of your mouth licking and sucking the length of his digits clean coupled with the unmoving lock of your gaze on his, gave him no time to rub even two brain cells together before diving in to lick the mess from your face. Surprise only kept you for a brief moment as swipes of his tongue moved to a deep capture of your lips.

“You look so beautiful–” He sighed against the insistent press of his affection, “So adorable.. when you devour like this..”

His words spun around your mind in a delightful haze of desire, feeling the fruit sticky press of his fingerpad sliding across your tongue once more as personal space became something of legend.

Breathless in the overwhelm of him, you pressed gently, “You never really answered me on what you wanted to do today..”

His head tipped forward to rest against yours, a pleased grin giving the sharp of his bite a place to shine, “Because it didn’t really matter what I did.. as long as I got to spend the whole day with you, beloved~”

“Mmm..” You hummed back, “You don’t have a show tonight, right..?”

“No, none of us work on our birthdays,” The drag of his claws, unhindered by their usual leather barrier, brushed down your back in placid strokes, “Unless we want to..”

“Good~” You watched his hand trail back up your arm to lace with your hand, biting down on another firm grape with audible crunch between you, “I was thinking later.. we could go out for dinner.. maybe check out Riverwalk.. ‘nd go see the stupid Bean.. ya know.. the touristy shit before we head out~”

Staring at you with an awe usually reserved for the gods, he nodded slowly as his blush darkened with your dusting of kisses to his knuckles, before snapping out of his lovesick trance for just a moment, “Wait– we can’t– Jester has a dinner planned for all of us tonight– I told him I was bringing you this time..”

“Aaand he was okay with that~?” You pressed lightly.

“He was.. mm.. he didn’t say ‘No.’.. so.. I think that means you can come~”

You gave a light poke to his chest, “Is that what you want to do~?”

“Yeah.. it's like our little tradition to have all our meals together on our birthdays.. I want you there because we don’t all eat together too often– and I..” An anxious nagging in his mind got the better of him as he paused to backtrack a little, “But I would understand if you don’t want to spend time with them, I know they’re.. we.. can be a lot to deal with..”

“No no, if that's what you want, then we'll hang out here~ If I marry you.. I marry the circus, no~? It’s not really gonna be a good look if I dodge the family dinners.. is it~?”

A wide grin pulled across his features in unfettered joy, “No, I suppose not~”

Finding the purest bliss in the way he buried his face into your collar with pleased glee, you hummed quietly, “In the meantime.. why don’t we.. head back into your tent.. get a little sweaty.. wash up.. then go see what's for dinner..” A long kiss pressed against his forehead made you murmur, “Sound good..?”

The shine in his eyes rivaled the glare of the sun cutting through the clouds, “That.. sounds perfect my love~”

Rustling green leaves were traded for the sound of whirring fans trying to keep his tent cool with the sweep of him pulling you into the nest of his bed. With the draw of his tent door left to flutter shut, the easy slip of his mask came in the darkness that swallowed you both. Maybe old habits died hard, for even now it seemed as if anxiety still gripped him from the old ways of keeping himself concealed as the warmth of his true kiss was usually met in the shade of secluded tents.

You didn’t even hear him take off the rest of his clothes before you felt the hot press of him pulling at the hem of shirt and taking full possession over your mouth, “Mm lemme get on top– mmpf– I don’t want you– to do all the work– mm– on your birthday–”

“Making you mine is never work..” He only pulled his tongue back enough to speak, “But if you want me to sit back, then I shall~”

Fabric shifting and clothes dropping were the final hurdles crossed before the testing taps of his claws against your hips pulled you back against him. Despite the darkness, with each hungry swipe of his tongue and bruising of your lips, you could feel the split in your physiologies spark a tickle in the back of your primal mind to run. Making it all the sweeter as you leaned into him to deepen the breath of his affection.

Squeezing the length of him between the plush of your thighs, he quickly fell into shallow strokes to at least settle part of the hunger peeling his skin.

A soft quip came from you at the nudge of him slipping between your legs, “Mm not yet~”

“What are you making me wait fooor..” He whined softly, a wobbling smile hardly hiding his desperation, “Please.. hahh.. please let me be inside you..”

“You will.. you will..”

Your words followed the trail of your lips as they crawled down the tight of his chest, the soft of his belly, down to the twitch of him begging for attention. This was far from the first time seeing him like this, but even so, the differences between you were stark as throbbed in your grip. Strokes around his length had him shaking and sighing as if it were the first time all over again with his excitement creating a steady drizzle of his slick to make the job easier. Though, it was impossible not to also notice the large bulb also starting to eagerly grow near the base of him.

Your grip shifted. Cupping the solid swell of him and massaging with your palms in tight firm circles, your thumbs finding a home rubbing up the underside of his length. By the way he sounded in the spoils of your worship, you knew if you kept this up he would surely unspool into a pile of the creature he once was. Then your head dipped down. Greedy sucking slurps trailing up his cock lead to the capture of as much as you could fit of him in the heat of your mouth.

A flicked glance up to him proved that even though he was coming unglued, he never took his eyes off you. Never looked away from how utterly mesmerizing you were with how completely occupied you were with his dick in your mouth. Getting too lost in the feeling of your efforts pulling him towards a swiftly approaching end, he pleaded in a messy babble, “Hah– please– please– please– sit on it please–”

You pulled your tongue from him with a head spinning pop, the glistening mix of saliva and him glimmering on your lips as you smirked back, “But you’re already.. like, eheh– I dunno, fully inflated?” The question followed another nervous squeeze of his swell, “That’s.. a big ask~”

“I-know-I-know- but if you could– maybe– if you could just– try~? You don’t have to take it all– if it’s too much– but~ even just feeling you bounce on it– would be just as perfect~”

“.. You’re lucky it’s your birthday~” Despite your protest, he could still read the greed in the way you looked at the length of him waiting to be held in you.

Hands at your hips that you thought were to ease you over him quickly turned into your chest meeting the press of the mattress, “H-hey– I thought you said you wanted me to be on top~?”

“Forgive me my love, I'm so close– I changed my mind– I just want to feel you under me–”

Before you could find the words to protest, the thick slide of him met you with a shallow breath as your walls clung to him in a milking grip, “Ouhh- god Pierrot– just– because the body yields– hhaah– Christ you’re– nngh– still a virgin– I swear–”

With a few slow breaths and a moment to let yourself relax, a soft, “Does it hurt my love?” came from him.

At the pause of his question, the nudge of his knot sat heavy against you, melting your mind to utter mush as you mumbled, “No..”

To be fair, it didn’t. You had become fairly accustomed to his size by now, but even so, the shock of him sheathing to the hilt on the first push was always going to be breathtaking.

“Good~” The weight of him came with the coo of his voice, laying his chest against your back in a firm pin, “Please.. tell me if it does..”

The pass of his tongue came next, sweeping up your neck before the all too familiar sink of his teeth buried into you. Nothing made you feel more like prey than when he had you caught beneath him like this; maw flush with your flesh, arms keeping you still, and hips braced in complete submission to the beast that brought you to bed. You weren’t sure if your pain tolerance was going up or maybe you were just starting to enjoy the way it felt with how much noise you were making for him. Blood seeping from your shoulder into a small stain in his sheets gave away the scope of his comfort with you, knowing you’d be willing to bleed for him to suit the nature of his desire. Finally pulling the grasp of his jaw from you, he tended to your new injury with a flood of licks and kisses that made you gasp with each pass.

Large metal fans oscillating as white noise over the sound of his hips meeting your rear in sweaty claps left you brainless in the wet heat of his tent. There was something deliciously mind-numbing about the way the thick swell of him felt rutting against you in greedy rolls. An affectionate nudge of his face against yours left a kiss to your ear, keeping his mouth there to ask, “Still doing alright.. my love..?”

“Yeah~” You hummed, letting a little smirk play at your lips, “I thought.. you said you were close~?”

If you didn’t know any better you could feel the darkening of his cheeks and hear the grin in the way he, “Shhh..”’d you.

“Fucker~”

Straightening his back and shifting you a bit, he cradled you against him in a way that made it seem as if you always made to fit this snuggly into him. Silver strands of his draped hair in front of your face was almost mesmerizing to watch in their waves with his pace. You opened your mouth as an exit for a moan while he tested the permission of his depth, taking the chance to catch the soft of your palate under the hold of his fingers rubbing caress. Even now his fingerpads were something of a novelty that you were still getting used to. For one, lacking the traditional spiral in place of something more smooth, with just enough texture to have grip. Enjoying the oddity of his physical makeup, you let your mouth close around the invasion of his fingers with some curious swipes and hungry sucks.

He always seemed to really lose himself whenever you gave his hands special attention like this, picking up his beat into you with an almost frantic tempo, “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing today.. than this– with you.. you’re so perfect.. I’ll never stop wanting this– wanting you–”

Another heavy nuzzle came from him as he sighed in a heavy pant, “You’re everything I could’ve asked for.. and more.. oh so much more my love..”

Letting his attention draw back to the frenzied high of fucking you like his life depended on it, it was his turn to fixate on the delicate creature that let him turn them into his personal pincushion. Everything about you was utterly intoxicating to him like this; the fragile expanse of your breath in heaved breaths, the mirror of your skin to that of fruit too ripe for the orchard, the way your body clung to him from the inside out as if you truly intended to never let go.

A heavy shudder from him came before the babble of his self control crumbling, “Ouuhh– It feels like you’re trying to pull me in–!” He groaned in heated breaths, “I think– we’re going to be late– for dinner–”

“W-what.. do you–” Your confusion being muffled by the smother of his sheets, the sound that left you with the sliding pop of him locking into place surely wasn’t, “Pier–OUHH~!! Fuck-fuck-fuck– ahhn– god– fuck–”

The longer stroke that held his pace shortened to quiet slaps that were drowned out by the way you absolutely could not keep your mouth shut. Nearly incoherent with the fullness of him making it impossible to do anything but be his fuckdoll, his name fell with curses and pleas in a mess that only served to satisfy him more. Languid rolls of his hips were the best he could manage with the hold of you gripping him like this was where he was always meant to stay.

With your body adjusting to the swell of him, the chorus between you turned to a sonnet of shared panting as he looked to capture the taste of your lips again. Tongue sliding around and past yours in a depth not reached by previous lovers, a helpless little whimper gasped from you at the violation. You had begun to wonder if he just wanted to become truly one with the way he invaded you as deep as he could, from whatever hole he could fill. As if you could never be close enough to soothe the ache in his chest.

But that’s exactly what you both needed as he began the weighted flood first, shaking and bucking in a limited stroke as you felt the firm twitch of his cock emptying itself in adoring excess. Feeling the hot pump of him fill you was more than enough to send you into your leg-trembling unraveling as both of you spilled sounds he would probably be replaying in his mind later.

Settling over you carefully, you could only manage a, “Heavy..” out from under him in wiped amusement.

A pull his hips back to absentmindedly check his tie with you came with one more groan from him with a flood of kisses sure to follow as he praised, “Sorry– I– this is– you’re.. everything.. you’re everything.. to me.. are– are you.. okay?”

“Mmm..” You answered back, returning whatever affection he gave as best as you could, “Yeah.. I think I’m okay..”

“You’re sure..?”

“Yeah~”

“Okay.. good..”

. . .

“Pierrot..”

“Hmn..?”

“Happy Birthday..”

“Thank you my dear~”

. . .

“I love you..”

“I love you too~ Forever and always~”

Pierrot sat up, groggy, confused, mind fogged. 

Where was he?

He looked around, his head struggling to clear. It appeared like a forest of some sort, perhaps the thicket in the nearby park? How did he get here…?

He remembers your apartment. Your bed. He had come to you in the after hours, long after his performance, hoping you weren’t asleep just yet… and you weren’t. 

You beckoned him, relief on your face. Patting the bedding next to you, were you imploring him to crawl over it to you…? He felt drawn, as if pulled by a thread, the sensation of the glide across your sheets disappearing beneath him, falling out of his mind. Why did you smile so strangely at him? He found himself breathless, as if he had been running. 

And now, he was here. 

“Pierrot~”

Your voice, stealing his attention, calming his nerves and heating his body. An ethereal lullaby that had him simultaneously pinned to the spot, yet limp and pliant. His concern of his whereabouts was buried, as if tucked in by layers of soft, dark blankets. Muffled. Distant. A buzzing in his skull that was persistent enough to keep him awake, but not enough to make him move.

Is this a dream?

“Good boy, Pierrot.”

He turned, the world blurring and shifting, like mixed paint being smeared by a palette knife. But when his eyes found yours, there was clarity. You were strikingly defined in this bizarro world, a character with much thicker line-art than he felt wrapping around himself.

“My love?” he whispered. It echoed. 

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Say, I have an important thing to ask you, something I want you to do. Would you–”

“Anything!” his voice was desperate, yet hushed. It scraped like a soft-bristle brush against the normal sounds of the world around him. 

You giggled in surprise, a sound that had him melting even as he blushed in spite of himself. His body is on fire. He needs you, he must have you, he–

You leaned into his hand, startling him. When had he reached out to you? You placed your hand over his and rocked gently, humming. A funny tune, something that tugged at his thoughts with an urgency he couldn’t quite grasp or define. He was too lost in your pleased and exquisite expression. You were divine, simply divine.

As you scooted closer, you slid a hand down his chest. The soft shuffle of the silk of his costume and the frantic beating of his heart becoming the swelling orchestra behind your thrumming song. But your hand kept going, and soon other swelling became apparent.

“My… apologies,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I… I’m normally much more… composed.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, without pausing, without hesitation, you lightly drifted your hand across his clothed cock. He gave a sharp inhale, whimpering your name. Did you want this? Did you want him? He thought you were still deciding but–

He moaned openly, unabashedly when you gave a more earnest stroke to his cock. “My– love, if you… if you do that I’ll…” he looked again to you, eyes desperate, tearing up. “I don’t know if I can… control myself, my dear.”

Still, you didn’t answer. He jerked, body vibrating with energy now, when you squeezed his dick playfully, before moving to undo the sash around his waist. He was panting, his cock twitching strongly– dear god, if he came now just from this, how embarrassing– and worst still, his senses were continuing to cloud over. 

The sash was off…

No, he can’t let you see him yet, you’ll be terrified, surely? 

Tassels and shirt pushed aside, the hidden drawstring plucked out…

But could he actually deny you?

Tug. Tug. Tug. He felt the material of his pants sliding down his ass, then thighs…

A moment of clarity, and he grasped your hand, before anything was truly revealed. That was when you finally looked back into his eyes. His pupils trembled, his body shook, and especially so when he saw how completely unrepentant you were. 

“You heard me, yes?” he rasped. “Please, I don’t want to frighten you–”

“You can’t frighten me,” you answered smoothly, smooth as a drop cloth over his brain.

“I-I… I very much… can…” he stammered, voice weak, the effort to speak suddenly enormous.

You attempted to tug your hand from his, but he would not release you.

“Hmm. Didn’t you say you’d do anything for me, my Pierrot~?” 

He gasped, panting hard. Yours? He’s yours? Yours, truly? The phrase branded itself into his mind’s eye. My Pierrot. You belong to him. He belongs to you. 

He attempted to speak, but all that came out was an affirming groan. He nodded, biting his lip, face completely flushed. He let go of your hand, and grasped your shoulders. Drooling, like a starving dog, he hesitated.

Your hand now free, you moved to release his throbbing member, and even his balls. He shivered harshly to the exposed air, the smell of you, the heat of his body coming off in waves. You strangely had no comment on the very inhuman design of his sex.

“Ah, perfect. This will do nicely.” You smiled at him. “You’re perfect, my Pierrot.”

He shifted, eyes wild, attempting to rise to his knees, to push you over, to claim you. You were all his focus was centered on.

And that was his downfall. Too late he noticed the sudden silence of the world around him, or the prickle of his nape that told of a presence disturbingly close to him.

“No, that’s a problem, love.”

He squeaked and whimpered as he felt himself frozen in a shifting grasp. It almost felt like Harlequin’s tendrils, but softer, less coherent. The… things wrestled him to the ground, on his back again.

“My dear?!” he cried out. 

“I’m here, Pierrot,” your voice was soft, soothing. Washing away the fear and alarm in him like a river washes out its banks. You shuffled to his side, giving him a soft smile, and his hand was released. You took it up, nuzzling your cheek against it. “It will be fine, I promise. You will feel so good.”

Whatever the things were moving all over him, they appeared to come from the very ground, holding him down like some terrifying parody of Gulliver’s Travels. But there were no tiny people surrounding him, only you and your gentle expression. You kissed his knuckles and he thrust into the air. He needed you, needed inside you, needed your body wrapped tightly around his cock, why were doing this instead!?

“Please,” he croaked.

Your eyes lidded, smile stretching and lecherous. “Well, since you begged so nicely~”

If Pierrot thought this meant you were going to release him, he was sorely mistaken.

He cried out as velvety soft movement scuttled around his body, like tentacles, or spiders spreading thread, or even pillowy arms. It did feel good, yet there was the inherent horror of this unknown, unidentifiable movement that reminded too much of being strangled by cloth. He whimpered, and you shushed him sweetly, kissing his knuckles again and humming another hypnotic melody.

Yes… hypnotic… It really was like being hypnotized. He stopped struggling, his focus drawn to you again, and your beautiful starlit eyes. His fingers flexed and spread, cupping your face. He faded into empty-headedness, buzzing with a warm sensation, like a hot springs bath. He stroked your cheek, and you giggled. Pre dripped from his cock, which he noticed the ache of with a sudden intensity. He trailed his fingers down your neck, hardly noticing that the shadows had stopped fluctuating with each needy twitch.

There was a throb. Not from him, but from whatever had its hold on him. Throbbing like the veins of an animal, but deep and thumping like a bass drum. Something slithered between his legs. Instinctively, he tried to kick, but he was still held tightly. The throbbing increased in pace with his struggle.

He gave stuttering gasps as the slithering of one thing became the slithering of many, as if peeling itself apart like string cheese, and began to explore his cock.

“My love?” he begged, fear staining his voice. You stroked his hair encouragingly, your touch electrifying and life-giving. He inhaled deep, and your arousing scent flooded him. Both calming and exciting him, was this the smell of your want? 

“Spread my love for you,” you whispered cryptically.

Pierrot nodded numbly, but didn’t have long to ponder the thought. A choked sound wrested itself from his throat as he felt something piercing his sex. A brief wave of sensory nightmare washed over him, before the world was suddenly lit. Once more a blur of shifting colours filled his vision, but his eyes rolled as pleasure shot through his nerves. His voice filled the air as he arched, an undulating force pressing on all sides of his cock.

He bucked. He bucked again. He can move now! He thrust upward into the sensation bearing down on him, claws digging into the ground below to stabilize him. He wasn’t sure what he was fucking, but somehow he just knew it was you. In some way, in some form, he was fucking you, and it made him sing triumphant. 

His tongue escaped him, so much was he vocalizing in his ecstasy that it was natural. He felt your fingers on the appendage, and made it dance alive. Licking your hand greedily, and then something more. His eyes rolled and he saw you leaning over him, placing kisses on his tongue. He shot up, making you yelp in surprise, but all he wanted was to grab you and thrust his tongue down your throat. You laughed around him, somehow. 

What even were you?

You giggled seductively with each pitiful whine and moan falling from his lips. He bit your tongue and cheeks, tasted your blood, but you remained unblemished. Maybe this was a dream? After all, he’s pretty sure one of you has been turned in an impossible angle. 

But then again, it’s hard to tell when his eyes could only see you clearly. 

“I love you, I love you more than life itself, I want nothing but you for the rest of my life, I will never feel hunger again, I will never feel sorrow again, I need you and only you, no circus, no humans, no monsters, no candy, meat, or coffee, just you, only you, forever and ever, I need you, I crave you, your touch it’s– ahn~! Oh, my dear, my love, my light, my heart– nngh– Você é tão linda, você é minha lua e minhas estrelas, h-hhhaaa~”

Pierrot’s lack of movement seemingly stirred the shadowy threads into action, as they massaged and pressed deeper beneath his skin. No longer frightening, or painful, instead filling him with rapture that made him squirm. 

He let you go, bracing himself on his hands as he gasped. His breathing was rapid and shallow, heart pounding so hard it may well break out of his ribs, and he watched with widened eyes at what was happening to him. His cock was twitching uncontrollably now, practically gushing precum, knot swelling almost painfully large. His balls squeezed, pressing the strange wormlike tendrils tight against his skin. Black, jagged, writhing lines were buried deep inside him, sending a bolt of panic through him. 

That is, until your hand delicately touched him. 

He tossed his head back. He could so clearly feel himself riding the edge of climax just from your soft hold. “Don’t be afraid, Pierrot. I promise, you will not be harmed, you are not being harmed.”

“Wha-what’s–?” he wheezed, tears streaming down his face now.

“I told you, I want you to spread my love for you.”

He pulled his chin back to his chest, daring to look again. One large, blobbish, snake-like thing danced above his cock, pressed against it. From it, it seemed the other, smaller, vein-like things spread, like a ribbon worm’s proboscis. He cringed, conflicted. No, you weren’t hurting him, and this felt amazing, but the sight was… haunting.

“Don’t look if it scares you.”

He closed his eyes. It was too little, too late, but if he pushed it out of his mind then…

“What… do-do I…?”

“Just relax.”

Easier said than done, at this point, considering immediately a thrill ran through him, like going down a hill far too fast. Something was invading his cock, pushing itself down inside him. He roared out, sobbing. It was intense, it was a lot, it was pulsing through the air around him. He felt his cock expand to accommodate the intrusion.

You kissed his cheek.

“Oh, Pierrot, is it… actually hurting…?”

“No!” he howled. “No, dear god, it’s– it’s– so much, I… I can’t…! Please, my love!”

“Are you going to cum?”

In an almost comedic fashion, his chest expanded and the universe shattered, fireworks and dynamite in his skull as orgasm hit him hard… and didn’t stop. The creature went deeper, impossibly deeper, spreading fire and frenzy in its wake. He tried to thrash, but he was held in place again, hands and tentacles and netting holding him fast to his seat on the forest floor.

He was screaming, his voice raking painfully in his throat. If he had senses left, he’d note how strange it was he was not heard, that nobody had stumbled on them yet.

Tunnel vision, his body lurched, his abdomen clenched. He felt his seed all over him, soaking him, why wasn’t it stopping!?

“PLEASE!” he begged, blinded. “I CAN’T– NO MORE! PLEASE!”

“Pierrot,” your voice was near him, you nuzzled into his cheek. “Pierrot, just a little longer, just a bit–” 

You hadn’t finished speaking when everything came crashing down. He felt something insert itself into his body, curl and spread rapidly, before a thrusting sensation was felt in his balls. He choked, horrified, scared, but he could not move. He swooned, coughing on his own spittle, maybe even his own semen, since he was covered in it. You caught him, unbothered by the mess, and he was limp in your arms.

He still couldn’t see through the tears in his eyes. He panted heavily, tongue lolling out like a dead snake. Leaning into your chest, he let your heartbeat surround him, comfort him. 

“You’re doing so well for me, Pierrot. We’re almost done.”

He let out a broken sob. 

“Oh, no, no no don’t cry. You can rest a bit longer.” You stroked his back, sighing into his hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it’d be so intense for you. I should have been more careful, more considerate… You’re a virgin, of course it’d be intense…” you muttered, frustrated.

His heart warmed. The pleasant softness was settling on him again. 

“A-are we…? You… know…” he rasped, struggling with saying it out loud, despite everything. 

You just chuckled, seductively, dominatingly. He shivered, whining and pushing against you. He suddenly became aware that he was hardening quickly, even with that… thing still buried inside him. Filling him. His… ugh, his scrotum, so tight–

You pulled away from him, making him give a petulant whine. 

“Look at me,” you commanded. 

He listened, eyes widening as he realized you were nude. Fully, unlike him. His eyes raked over your body, rapidly taking you in, every breathtaking detail. He lusted. His body burned as he eagerly bent forward again, his smile large and stupid. He lapped at your body with his aureate tongue, planting kisses and squeezing at flesh. 

You were soft, like the shadows he was ensnared in. So unbelievably soft, warm, and comfortable. At some points in his lavishing, he swore he even merged into you, like sinking into velvet. You giggled, ticklish it seemed, enjoying his attention greatly.

Even as he winced and whimpered from the expanding force in his sex.

But nothing else mattered besides you. Even if he was being eaten alive, he’d find the strength and spirit to mark you, and die with only satisfaction in his mind.

Perhaps that was why he was becoming painfully hard again. The pleasures the tendrils were working into his flesh were nothing compared to your squealing delight and how you tried to hug him still in vain. He couldn’t help the rumbling laugh in his chest either.

Eventually, however, he hissed as he felt your hand land on his cock once more. Staring into his eyes, gaze hooded and smile lascivious, you stroked him. Soft and slow at first, but speeding up your pace steadily. He pulled you in with his own hands, and thrust his tongue into your mouth. Your warm, welcoming mouth, almost as warm and welcoming as your eyes. They sparkled like dew… or perhaps that was just the tears from his own eyes causing the illusion. He moaned wantonly, feeling slick once again leaking like a faucet from his tip.

“You need to cum for me, Pierrot.”

And so he did. His eyelids fluttered, almost crossing as he expended his energy through his cock, around the new inhabitant of it, which… seemed to expend something else into him, warm like contrast material for a medical scan. 

He was weakening, so very tired now, leaning heavily on you.

“You might not want to watch this part,” you said, one hand still holding him against you. He cracked open an eye. The strange appendage shoved into his cock had gone almost translucent, purple-ish in its stretch as something moved through it. His mouth fell open as whatever it was pushed down through his cock. Soon, he felt the sensation into his testicles, which made him groan.

He was being filled. His own essence being replaced with… something else. The smaller threads feeding his veins with something that made the exchange easier, that made it feel so insanely good, that acclimated him to whatever this substance was; dulled his body’s natural response to expel it.

What the hell were you? What were you doing?

What had you said? Spread your love for him…?

“When you meet those that catch your eye, take them, and sow me into them.”

Sow…

Seeds…?

He blinked in understanding as sleep tugged at him. You were using him to spread… whatever you were. He felt his heart sink. Had this been your goal all along? Did you even… could you even…

You hugged him tighter. “Why are you crying, my love?”

His heart wrenched in anguish. How could you call him that?

“Please, Pierrot, don’t cry…” you whispered, voice trembling. “I… I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be with you. I promise.” 

You were guessing what his heart was breaking for, he could tell. 

“Did you not have fun?”

No, it’s not that. Although, a major part of what he enjoyed was now wrested from his grasp.

“Does it hurt?”

No, it’s not that. The weight he was now feeling wasn’t centered on the new size of his scrotum.

“...Are you mad at me…?”

How could your voice be so small? You’ve betrayed him, only used him. 

“Why me?” 

You made a confused sound. “What do you mean?”

“It could have been… anyone…”

A beat passed, before you held him tighter. “That’s wrong. I wanted it to be you. I needed it to be you. That day you followed me to the coffee shop, I knew it was going to be you. Which… I know sounds weird, but intuition just… told me so.”

You kissed him between his eyes.

“But you understand that, don’t you. Yeah… Pierrot, I think… you also knew, huh?”

Sounds, sights, sensation, blurred together like the slurry of water one dips their paint brushes into. 

It seemed like, with a simple blink, Pierrot was walking into the circus again. He was holding a bouquet, a variety of native wildflowers clearly hand-picked. Curious, he took a deep inhale of the petals, and it reminded him of you, and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face.