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Pierrot had become accustomed to your nightly routine.
He knew the familiar rhythm by heart: the soft glow of your bedside lamp, the careful way you checked the lock despite knowing it had already been secured, the quiet sigh that always escaped you as you settled beneath the covers. Night after night, he watched from his hidden vantage point, content to remain an unseen observer while you slept soundly in the security of his unwavering watch.
Tonight was different.
The change announced itself in small details at first. You stripped the bed of its usual blankets, replacing them with softer, thicker ones, extra pillows followed until the mattress looked more like a carefully built nest than somewhere to sleep.
Pierrot tilted his head. Curious.
Then came the box.
You bent over on the far side behind your bed, just out of his sight. You reappeared with a box, decently large, but small enough to hold. You placed it on your nightstand glancing toward it occasionally while finishing your preparations, almost as though reassuring yourself it was still there.
His attention narrowed. Whatever was inside had your full focus, he was almost jealous.
After dimming the lights a considerable amount, not much brighter than it is outside he imagined, you finally sat in the middle of your bed. You fiddled with your phone for awhile, turning on music, earbuds already in place. The faintest trace of music escaped them- too distant and distorted for him to recognize, little more than muffled melodies swallowed by the walls. The rest of the room fell into silence.
After a moment's hesitation, you reached for the box.
The lid opened.
Pierrot caught only a glimpse of a sleek black object before your fingers curled around it, lifting it into the light. A small pink indicator glowed near its base, casting a soft blush across your face in the otherwise dim bedroom.
Recognition flickered across his expression.
His smile widened, not from amusement, it was like satisfaction of solving a puzzle.
So that was what had prompted the changes.
He watched in silence as you settled deeper into the pillows, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond the music filling your ears. Whatever occupied your thoughts had drawn you completely inward, leaving you vulnerable in a way that fascinated him.
To anyone else, it would have been a private moment.
To Pierrot, it was simply another secret he'd stumbled upon.
You begin to writhe in your bed, the vibrations seeping through your body as you turn the vibrator up another level. If it weren't for your reaction a couple weeks prior, he’d be all over you right now. You seemed quite nervous the following days after he locked you up in the storage tent.
“for safety” he tells you.
He wasn't even sure if that was the whole truth.
Nonetheless, he promised himself he would go exponentially slow with you, no matter how much he yearned to be with you. Your touch, your voice, your scent.. It all drove him mad. You meant everything to him. He wouldn't dare do anything to stray you from the path towards him.
...But here you were. So open, so inviting. You were practically begging for him to move from behind the curtains and ravage your delicate skin. He swore he wouldn't leave an inch of your skin untouched, un-marked.
He knew, deep inside, it was wrong, watching you so closely in such a vulnerable state.
He almost couldn't help it as his hands began to wander down his chest, towards the rising heat in his stomach. He replayed the scenes he'd conjured of you in his own mind, imagining it was your hands tugging at his briefs, travelling lower to slowly stroke him. Almost the thought alone could get him off. He quickened his pace as your pleas became louder and more frequent.
He could tell you were so close to the edge, he only wished he could be there with you.
Well.. actually in your bed, but that's besides the point.
He’d be so gentle.. He'd coddle you in his arms as you rode him. He'd stroke your hair and tell you how good you were being.
…
But, maybe you didn't want it to be soft.. He could do that too.
Maybe you'd want him to tear into you.. Leaving bites down your neck, licking up the blood dripping from the marks he'd left.
Pin your arms above your head as he stretched your legs in inhuman ways, filling you with his seed.
The thought made his legs tremble. He staggered back as far as he could, the cool glass of the window catching him before his knees could give way. His head rested against it with a dull tap as he clamped a hand over his mouth, swallowing every unsteady breath that threatened to betray his presence.
His pulse drummed in his ears, loud enough to drown out everything else for a heartbeat. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to steady. To think. To remember why he'd stopped in the first place.
He shouldn't still be here.
Every instinct told him to leave.
To step away from the window, to disappear before he crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed.
But his feet refused to listen. They stayed rooted where they were, as if whatever force had drawn him there had wrapped itself around his ankles.
Beyond the glass, you shifted ever so slightly.
The movement alone was enough to pull his attention back before he could stop himself. His gaze lingered only for a moment, searching your face, watching the way your expression tightened as if caught somewhere between frustration and longing.
Your breathing hitched, uneven and quiet. He couldn't tear his eyes away. His fingers curled tighter against his lips, claws biting into his skin as if the sting might ground him.
Then, barely louder than a whisper,
"P-Pierrot... Please..."
...Holy shit.
The sound struck him with all the force of a physical blow.
His heart pounded so violently he thought it might stop altogether. For one moment, his mind scrambled for another explanation, another name, another reason that would make more sense than what he'd just heard.
But there wasn't one.
That had been your voice.
And you had said his name.
A rush of disbelief crashed into something far more dangerous, something raw enough that he had to force himself to stay exactly where he was. Every instinct screamed at him to close the distance between you, to answer the plea he'd heard, but he remained.
The restraint cost him more than he wanted to admit.
You were none the wiser, moaning his name in the prettiest way. He swore he'd never heard such an angelic sound before, but he could be biased.
Your back arched off the bed as the vibrations melted your core, moans tearing through your throat for more..for him.
Oh, how you wished he was there with you.. Trailing his hands up your stomach, around the curves of your chest and waist, his warmth enveloping you.
You wished he’d be more open with you. Hell you even think you'd eventually find the gall to bring him to bed with you. Unfortunately, he seemed too closed off when it came to his appearance. He’d absolutely refused to remove his hat when you last mentioned it during a particularly bad heatwave, you can only imagine how he'd feel about his other clothing.
All thoughts of him were interrupted when you felt a dip at the corner of your bed, your eyes shooting open at the sudden movement.
You would’ve screamed if it weren't for the large gloved hand covering your mouth, forcing you lower onto the mattress. The figure pressed into you, shivering, almost as if it was more scared than you were. It began to raise itself before you, kneeling on your bed, your legs now trapped beneath it.
Your eyes adjusted to the dim light of your room, the tall figure before you slowly removed his hand from your mouth, tracing your bottom lip.
You know that glove.
Hell, you know that damn hat.