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All art and story by me, destinysquared/squarerootofdestiny
"You know that unhinged shit you say to me when you think I'm asleep? Well… I wouldn't be.... adverse...to having some of that in the bedroom, you know?"
Not for the first time, you thought you might’ve broken The Pierrot.
For the few months you’d been together living in the circus, the silent clown made it quite clear he was your biggest supporter. Granted, this fanaticism often presented itself in the form of a drugged meat-sack of anyone and everyone who’d ever hurt you, but what relationship didn’t have their ups and downs?
Despite it all, you learned to live with these literal man-eating creatures in relative peace. The type of cookie-cutter fantasy that only Guillermo Del Toro or Clive Barker would find completely sane. Guess the world could add you to that list as well, luck you. More than that, lucky Pierrot. After all, who knows where you’d be if the crimson cutie didn’t look out for you? Likely still at your dead-end job, albeit with a great boss, but none-the-less wasting away each day eating leftover pastries and watching re-runs.
Now? You had a man who made you fresh Danishes at the crack of dawn each and every day; with a smile so bright it could grow sunflowers. As much as Pierrot often said you were the light of his life, you knew he was the dusk to your dawn. A touch-starved creature loving a clingy yet snarky human? What a pair you two made, but for whatever reason it worked. Call it ‘beauty and the beast’ levels of twisted logic, but you liked the red clown just as he was. Even when he didn’t look like a clown underneath heavy layers of motley and gold ribbon. If anything, you were into it, and man that dic---
Suddenly, a strained hiccup from your quiet Querido broke-up these reminiscing thoughts, bringing things back to reality. The small red and black striped tent you two shared came into view once more. Bed in the corner, clock on the stand, and your tall, sweet, boyfriend shifting awkwardly in front of you.
“You---You knew, my dearest?” Pierrot’s voice, still so strained even after all this time, managed to utter in clear unease.
“Well….it’s kinda hard not to hear when you whisper it directly in my ear nearly every night,” you attempted, though failed, to say gently.
Noticing The Pierrot’s stiffened posture, you relented. Knowing how sensitive your boyfriend was, you approached him with a calm smile and careful steps. Stretching towards him slowly, you grasped both of his hands in your own, making his shaking golden gaze focus on you somewhat steadily.
“Whoa there, tex!” you cooed, kissing the back of his gloved palm. “I think you missed the latter half of my little request there, so let me recap~”
In your cramped but cozy tent, you soothed The Pierrot with a winning smile and soft words. Leading him towards your shared bed, moving until you felt the mattress hit the back of your knees. Gracefully, you managed to pull the tall clown on top of you, falling onto the plush sheets with his great form towering above. Shocked golden eyes studied your movements closely (as they often did), desperate to please. Pierrot was a predator, in more ways than one, and as such he could smell even the faintest hint of what you were planning a mile away. A plan so delicious that the clown could feel an oppressive heat travel down his abdomen like the smoke of a freshly lit furnace.
There were, after all, no more secrets between the two of you.
“Familiar, isn’t it?” you grinned, looking up at him with an adoring gaze that made his knees weak.
All Pierrot could do was nod as he subtly breathed in your telling scent.
A scent that he knew intimately after months of sharing a bed with his truest love. Oh, how it revived him. Revitalized him! The world was nothing to Pierrot until he met you. Even the aroma of freshly baked cookies could not compare to this ambrosia.
The clown sighs dreamily, keeping his arms on either side of you, barely holding up his trembling form. You grinned at the sight, knowing you’d never get tired of seeing him like this. The Pierrot, so powerful, so terrifying that even his own kind seemed wary of his great strength, was as demure as a kitten in your presence. Reaching up, your hands trailed along the diamond patterns that covered the clown’s firm and sleeved arms.
“Alright-y then, hot stuff, let me be clear,” your gaze was hooded, legs spread only half an inch more, though you knew The Pierrot would notice. “All those things you say at night….those poems? Declarations of love? I don’t know what you wanna call it but-----I thought it was super fucking hot.”
At this his eyes widened, though pupils remained dilated, as if trying to process your words. Pierrot thought he knew everything you liked in bed by now. You had both learned each other’s bodies with the vigor and meticulousness of a young scholar. So many nights in tangled knots of flesh and sweat, making sure that every twitch of Pierrot’s fingers would bring you nothing but bliss. All this time he burned every moan, whimper, and delicate kiss you gifted into his fractured mind so that he would never disappoint—so that he could always be the best lover for his one and only treasure. For you.
Now, you were giving him an opportunity to learn more.
To give you even more pleasure than he already thought possible. Humbly and hungrily, Pierrot accepted your gift.
“I want more,” you beg while biting a lip. “I want to hear you.”
Looking down at you with his usual grin, Pierrot could feel some drool reach the corners of his mouth as you continued.
“Please, Pierrot, talk to me.”
Oh sweet thing, precious darling.
As though he could ever refuse you?
“As you wish, my dearest, my love.”
Decades of being unable to use his voice made Pierrot’s instrument rusty to say the least. It had only been after meeting you that the clown ever found anything useful to say. And now? You wanted to listen…..to him. His sound was …..arousing to you? The Pierrot trembles once more as your warm hands rest on his tense biceps. Thumb gently massaging hard muscle almost caused the clown to collapse on top of you in a shuddering mess. Leaning closer, he visibly sniffed the air before grabbing your hands, placing them on either side your head. Adjusting his great weight, Pierrot managed to crawl further on top of you; stomach almost pressing against your own.
A gesture he did on purpose so that you would feel his words as much as hear them.
The Pierrot aimed to please after all.
“Every day I cannot believe you are truly mine. That you chose me,” he rasped hotly, staring directly into your shimmering eyes as though nothing else in the world mattered. “Your body, so willing, even now against mine feels like such a dream. I can hear your heart beating, my love, so fast like a tiny rabbit, and all for me? It makes me burn.”
Your legs open for him, hips reaching up to meet his own as you trap the clown between welcoming and warm thighs. Pierrot’s grip tightens as he gasps his words. Hot breath kissing your exposed neck after you tilt your head to listen more closely.
“You have no idea what it’s like, to count each blessed minute you’re in my arms. How hard it was to let you go this morning after holding you so close in bed all night. Oh how I dream of your heavenly body against mine every moment you are away. Wanting, waiting, to put my mouth on you again. To taste you. Digging deep, eating my fill until all you know and can say is my name.”
You whimpered as goosebumps began to prickle over your soft skin.
“Oh, my dearest, the sounds you’re making now! Such soft desires whispering the most sinful things to me. What sweet music! What rapture~,” he heaved hotly against your stomach, teeth raking your ear with his honeyed words. “Do you not understand how it poisons me? How your love fills my body with acid. Makes me want to mark every inch of you with my teeth?”
With a soft moan and trembling need, you attempted to wrap your legs around the clown’s waist, pressing closer.
You then look at him directly in the eyes, “What’s stopping you?”
With that, Pierrot opened his jaw and dove for your willing neck. Gentle scraping of teeth curving against your beating pulse; threatening to break the skin but knowing it never would unless you asked for it. Pierrot let go of your hands, claws almost ripping and tearing at your flimsy outfit like a cat on a scratching post. You could feel the clown’s impressive hardness twitch against you and smiled. Pierrot panted over your body as his teeth descended lower. Even after managing to get your shirt off, clawed hands roamed your sides with a desperation that humbled you.
Every time the two of you made love it felt like The Pierrot treated each encounter as though it could be his last. Grabbing, groping, and holding you tightly, fervently as though at any moment you could evaporate in his arms. You squirmed under his intense body heat and rapid movements like a small animal in the jaws of a wolf. Arching your back to him, you gasped as The Pierrot nipped lightly at your sensitive nipple. Hands holding his shoulders, head rolling as the clown’s claws trailed along your naked back possessively. Gently raking his sharp talons along the soft muscle, always taking such care to never break his most precious treasure.
It was a tenderness foreign to his world, yet Pierrot learned for you.
“More,” you managed to choke out. “Pierrot, please!”
Reaching down, you managed to help the clown rip off your jeans and underwear, not caring where he tossed it. Leaning up, Pierrot’s teeth mapped out your neck to your ear.
Heavy panting coating your flesh as a mist of saliva from the love-struck creature drooled against your rapidly beating pulse.
“This is how you like it, isn’t it?” his claws spread your thighs as wide as they could go, hips rising to meet him with primal need. “Trembling, and crying out for my touch? Does it overwhelm you, my love, when I deny you pleasure? Do you prefer it this way? Even knowing, I could never deny you for long.”
With a loud cry your body shifted as Pierrot shoved two clawed fingers, carefully, but deeply inside you with ease. You squeezed him so tightly that the red creature’s tonged lolled out the side of his mouth. Backing away somewhat, Pierrot pressed his forehead to your sweated brow; eyes wide and seeing nothing but hearts. He measured your breathing, flexed inside you while drinking every moan you blessed him with.
He groaned with a deep cadence to his voice as your lips lingered so close to his own, “Are you burning, right now, my love? Waiting for me to fill you completely? Or are my fingers enough? You look so delicious ~ so tempting. You’re really too much for me some days, I can’t stand it.”
The clown then began to move his fingers inside you.
Slow at first but building as he began crying for you with the roar of a starved lion, “Can I taste your sweet screams, my love? Would you bless this Pierrot with your sonorous voice? Please call for me, dearest, I must hear you. Oh please, please, please~!”
A covered claw then reached for your throbbing sex, taking care to fold the talons away from your delicate flesh. His movements were skilled from having months to study every which way your body took pleasure. Always with the intent to have you scream, Pierrot often tried to imprint his touch on your body. Desiring it so that you would never even think of using one of those horrible little ‘toys’ on yourself again. Making it so only The Pierrot, could fulfill your most primal desires and anyone or anything else was second to him.
Soon the clown’s voice trailed on, flying further away from you like a feather in the wind. He was going fast, much too fast, though your aching body often adjusted out of necessity. It wasn’t the first time Pierrot lost himself in you. More often than not, you had nearly passed out from his overzealous love-making. Finding yourself rocking into him, swollen, tired, and mewling for hours against a wall of pillows and sweat.
Naturally, you granted the clown’s humble request, and called for him.
Crying loud enough that your throat began to take on a rasp similar to your tall lover’s as you came hard on his eager hands. The Pierrot moaned with you, matching your expression with empathy and diligent reverence. His forehead tapping against yours hard, feeling the pure and unbridled pleasure from your shuddering orgasm. Pressing against you as though you’d evaporate in his clawed hands.
“Yes---YES!” you called out, mouth open, easily taking The Pierrot’s long tongue into your open gullet.
Though the deep kiss didn’t last long, as it often didn’t, when you came under the clown’s skilled touch. You expected and knew, this was going to happen, yet still, having the creature’s attention suddenly slither downward made you sink deeper in the mattress. Pierrot’s eagerness often out-did you. At times you were forced to talk to him about slowing down in bed---but when he got like this? So drunk on sex and affection? It was near impossible to pull him back into reality. Knowing this, you could only complain by softly mewling as the clown used his clawed hands to spread your thighs, making sure your sex was completely exposed to him. Pierrot stared at the mess you made with hungry eyes, as though he were looking at buffet of delicious and beautiful food.
You gulped.
Suddenly, he began sucking and licking your sensitive sex as though it were the sweetest candy. You writhed under him as his mouth covered you, thighs attempting but failing to move under his strong grip. All you could do was writhe as Pierrot cleaned you with loving kisses. It was too much, far too much---! You love it truly though, as much as you love him, but your body felt on fire. After having just came, the clown’s eager appetite made your blood bubble like molten lava. Finally, after you begged loud enough for The Pierrot’s sex-addled brain to hear, did he pull away after placing a lewd and sloppy kiss on your tired flesh. Fluids happily dripping down his chin as the clown looked at you, eyes lidded with drunken lust in the shape of loving hearts.
“P-Pierrot! God damn!” You gasped, face as flushed as his but much hotter. “Please….I want..”
With that, he stood up.
Pierrot always knew what you wanted, even before asking, and he was more than happy to give it to you. Unzipping his costumed pants, the clown let out a groan as he held his stiff cock towards you. The weight of it, heavy in his hands as he sighed over your blissful, yielding form. Tongue lolled out of The Pierrot’s mouth, licking the remaining fluids on his chin before crawling on top of you once more.
You cooed gently, reaching up to touch his warm yet masked face with shaky hands, “My Pierrot…My sweet, wonderful Pierrot….please speak to me again.”
The clown nearly choked after hearing you, body vibrating as he happily granted your pleading request.
“My love,” he heaved, head against yours once more, “my greatest treasure. My most precious wish--- I want to make you mine once more.”
You grinned tiredly, “To have and to hold? Till death do us part?”
His golden eyes widened at that, staring directly into your own as a soft gasp fell out of him. You did enjoy teasing the clown, making him blush and embarrassed—just to see his cute reaction. Though this? You realized you may have gone a little far but at the same time, Pierrot knew.
He knew you were being completely serious.
“Yes,” his voice shook as he slowly entered you.
The clown grinds and grunts, cock so thick that it stings you. You tilted your head back, mouth open as your body adjusted, as it always had to, to his impressive size. A guttural moan caused Pierrot to grab your hips, pulling you to him. The tightness always left him breathless, how you gripped him as though you wished to milk every bit of cum into your welcoming heat. It was in moments like these that The Pierrot knew you truly loved him too. That you were willing to be with him, forever.
“I need you,” he rolled his hips, relishing the sonorous rhapsody you made with open ears. “There is nothing else that matters. No jewel could compare to your splendor, my love. You are sunshine wrapped in human flesh, all for me. I am nothing without you.”
Those last words however, made you blink away some of the lust clouding your mind; even as the clown’s slid into you deeper until you began sweating against him. The bells of his hat jingle in a piano-like rhythm as he twitches his hips. Your body rocked against the bed like a boat in a storm as Pierrot’s speech only grew more worrisome.
“Some days it all feels too good to be true. That I can’t believe you’re actually here….Why? Why would you choose me?,” the clown grunted, talking still as that is what he believed you wanted.
“P-Pierrot—?” you stared at him in concern.
Despite this, The Pierrot grunts, gritting his teeth while continuing to whisper intimate confessions hotly in your ear.
“I don’t deserve this, I—I shouldn’t be so happy. My heart aches when you’re not near, not within sight. I need you to stay, m-my love---I need you, I need---!”
You nearly bite the inside of your cheek. Hands reaching up to wrap around his broad chest, pressing him closer to you in a vain attempt to get Pierrot to cease his desperate movements. Knowing that he only continued, did anything and everything, for your sake—thus, you tried to calm him down.
“Some nights I fear going to sleep. Fear I will wake up and not find you in my arms, but then you are there. So cute….so sweet, and willing,” his hips ground against you with a satisfying grunt. “I need you, my love, my angel! I need you to be real. Please….please let this be real!”
Tears soon began to fall.
It was then you truly realized you might have pushed him too far for one day.
The Pierrot was a silent clown, used to keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself. Bottling all these raw emotions like fireflies in a jar. It was only until he met you that his resolve began to crack. For once, Pierrot was allowed to express himself in a healthy (and at many times, unhealthy) way. Right now, he was pouring himself out to you. Singing and wailing his greatest desires and worst fears. It was so much, so sad, so beautiful, that you were humbled by the sincerity of his confessions. Reaching towards your Pierrot, you hugged him as he cried into your shoulder. Hips slowing down to nothing as you two held each other. Floating amidst all the unspoken sorrows and hardships made worse by centuries of repression.
You rubbed his back, soothingly, cooing words of praise and love. To Pierrot, however, the sounds were so sweet that he still had trouble believing you were really here. Kissing away his tears, you gently brought his face to yours, staring at him with all the love you could muster; blowing away the storm clouds in his mind with your quiet smile and reassuring heat.
“Hey there, Sunshine? You’re doing great, ok?” you kissed the side of his face as he whimpered. “I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”
Pierrot finally wraps his arms around you, tightly.
He sobs into your neck, savoring the feeling of your smooth fingers gently combing out the rest of his long, silver hair hidden under his great hat.
“I promise. I will be here tomorrow. This is real, I am real,” you sighed against him.
For a while you two just laid there. Giving him soft kisses as you wrapped your body around his own. Intertwining limbs cocooned your delicate clown in a bed of soothing flesh.
Breathing into him, you whispered, “And if you want proof…..well---"
Suddenly, you shifted your hips causing The Pierrot to gasp—eyes wide and shining once more. The movement reminded the clown of the sinful tightness kissing his hardened cock. He twitched against you and with a moan, the clown began to start a slow rhythm once more. Rocking the two of you into a soft and tender dance. His clawed hands found yours, lacing with your small and delicate fingers. Pierrot breathed heavily as your pelvis met him with a satisfying grunt. You whimpered while feeling his dick pulse and throb inside you.
The clown clung to you, crying until there were no tears left. Until he was consumed by your welcoming words and warmth. Pierrot’s great weight shuddered as your name wheezes out of him in an almost guttural wail.
Your vision turns white, toes curling as he fills you so deliciously. Holding the clown with a strong grip still, you confessed how much you loved him. How much you adored and needed him too. Rubbing his back soothingly as Pierrot emptied himself in you. Smiling as he moaned and lightly bit at your neck with affectionate nips from sharpened teeth.
You sighed, savoring the heaviness of Pierrot’s weight as the morning eventually came and you were able to keep your promise.
