They/Them Ela/Dela. .20. .🇧🇷. I don't know what I'm doing. This account will be mainly for my self-incert stuff. I just like #thefreakcircus. (I'm trying to learn anatomy, and pierrot will be my main victim♡)
Hi envyy!! First, I just wanted to say how much I truly appreciate your work. I often find it really hard to find a good fanfic(esp when its smut) that also captures the characters accurately, and having come across yours(the first fic I found was the pierrot puppy kink pt 2) made me feel like I was walking past the gates of heaven(இωஇ) Your fics always hit right at the mark AND more!!
Second, I just wanted to make a small request on whether your could make a fic with pierrot comforting a stressed reader? Whether there's smut in the end or not is up to you(butimsurewereboththinkingaboutit)~ But I know that making your fics take a lot of work and that you probably have some other ideas already, so no pressure!! You don't need to do it if you don't have the time~
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I hope it doesn't bother you that this message ended up pretty long, and I hope you have a great day!!
hiii!! I'm SO sorry for how long it's taken on this request, but I FINALLY have it written for you dearest (and, yes, were both thinking it >:3)!! thank you so much for the kind words, ur very sweet TwT (also, not a bother at all dw!! have a great day!!)
WARNINGS: MDNI, smut, pierrot x reader, overstimulation, we call pierrot puppy (hehe), dom reader sub pierrot but oh the tables get turned, AFAB gender neutral reader, size difference, strength difference, pierrot has a knot, pierrot shows himself under his clothes in this one!!, begging, dacryphilia mention, reader got sensory issues in this one gang, cowgirl position, uhh if I missed anything lmk!!
(also shout-out to @marstato for helping me w the plot on this one !)
WC: ~4.6k
Too much. Too much. Today had been entirely too much.
The cafe was busier than usual thanks to it being the middle of summer. Orders took longer than usual, and customers took it out on you, and thanks to Carol being… unavailable, you were working alone through the entire shift.
You tried to dab the whipped cream off of your apron as you left the store, rushing home to change clothes before any of the liquids on you dried. The walk to your apartment had never seemed so long, or so sticky, and the summer heat really didn’t help.
You trudged up the stairs, fumbling with the key in the lock for a few moments before finally getting it in, pushing open the door and slamming it behind you. You didn’t bother with the lights as you tugged at the strings tying your apron. If he wasn’t already here by now, he would be soon.
“Everything alright, my love?” came the gravelly voice of your lover, Pierrot. You sighed in the darkness, moving to toss your apron into the washing machine. There was a time his unannounced presence would startle you, but you had grown so accustomed to it, you’d be more startled if he weren’t there.
“Work,” you grunted out, not having the brain cells for any longer explanation. Luckily, Pierrot understood. You heard footsteps nearing you, the slight jingle of bells approaching until you could sense his heat just in front of you. You reached out blindly, your hands making contact with his chest. He moved to instead hold your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.
“What can I do, my love?” he asked, the concern in his voice evident.
“I need a shower,” you said, that being the only rational choice you could make. “And maybe food. But I don’t want to eat. Sleep?” Your mind was too rattled to think of a direct plan, the options bouncing around in your brain, never quite landing anywhere. You felt Pierrot’s grip tighten around yours in a comforting motion.
“Go shower, dear one. I’ll figure out the rest,” he assured. You sighed in relief.
“Thank you,” you said gratefully, already bounding towards the bathroom, turning on the overhead light on your way. It was bright, your eyes hurting as they struggled to adjust, but you’d rather deal with that than potentially tripping. You were exactly one minor inconvenience away from losing what little was left of your sanity.
Your clothes landed unceremoniously on the bathroom floor, the water heating up as you stripped. You stepped into the shower, flinching instinctively at the stark temperature difference. You stared into the stream of water blankly for a few moments, just letting the water run over you. Moving was hard. Thinking was hard. You just needed a little bit to process everything that happened that day.
After gaining some of your bearings and managing to wash yourself, you stepped out of the shower. As you grabbed your towel from the rack, you noticed it was warm, as if it had just come out of the dryer. Your clothes were gone too, and your phone was neatly laid on the bathroom counter.
You fought the smile threatening your face as you realized this was Pierrot’s doing. You still didn’t know how he managed to get through locked doors so silently, but in moments like these, you appreciated his sneaky talent. Wrapped in just your towel, you exited the bathroom, grabbing your robe hung by the bathroom door. It was warm just like the towel was, only making your love for the red clown grow. The overhead light was off as well, the room being lit by the soft, amber glow of your bedside lamp.
You had barely managed to get your robe on by the time Pierrot came in, holding a plate filled with several snacky foods. He grinned as he caught sight of you, a soft blush on his face from your simple attire.
“You seem better, my dear,” he said, relieved you weren’t as miserable as when you first walked in. You took the plate from him, setting it on your bedside table as you stood on your tip toes to press a soft kiss against his jaw.
“Still not great, but at least I’m sentient now,” you mused softly. “Thank you, Pierrot. This means a lot to me,” you thanked him earnestly. The simple words of appreciation caused warmth to bloom in his chest, his already red face growing warmer at your affection.
“Anything for you,” he smiled. “What else can I do for you? It hurts me to see you feeling so bad,” he said, the same concerned look as before in his eye again.
You thought for a moment. You still felt the incessant buzzing of overstimulation under your skin, an itch you couldn’t scratch. The loud noises of the cafe still seemed to ring in your ears, the strong smell of coffee lingering in your mind even as you tried to relax. After thinking for a few moments, you sighed.
“It’s gonna sound weird,” you prefaced, wincing slightly as you looked up at Pierrot.
“A-anything! Please, don’t worry, I would never judge you for something that would help you!” he said in a pleading tone. You nodded, pressing your lips together in slight anxiety.
“I need you to lay on me. Like, full body weight,” you said softly. His pleading tone switched to one of confusion in an instant.
“...Can I ask why, my love?” he asked hesitantly.
“It helps me regulate. It’s the pressure, the safe feeling.” You hoped your explanation made sense, at least enough to get him to give in to your will.
His eyes narrowed in slight concern as he shakily raised a hand. “I’m much larger than you, my love. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. You smiled softly.
“You won’t,” you tried to assure, though his face didn’t change from its concern, making you sigh. You stepped closer to him, holding his hands in yours as you gazed up at him with a pleading look. “Please, Pierrot? For me?”
You were his kryptonite, in every sense of the word. His concern immediately crumbled as his pupils morphed into hearts, gazing down at you like you hung the moon. “O-of course, my dear. But please, tell me if I hurt you,” he said. You nodded, grinning in victory.
You flopped onto the bed, tired of holding yourself up. Your head rested on the pillow as you laid on your tummy, waiting patiently for Pierrot’s comforting weight. He crawled over you slowly, resting his body weight over you, though he still hovered a bit. His arms and legs dwarfed yours, his torso much longer. The massive size difference between you two was obvious in this position, and you adored it.
“Harder,” you mumbled softly, a gentle haze already beginning to fill your mind. It took Pierrot a few seconds to obey, but he slowly relaxed his weight onto you, more and more until he was borderline crushing you under the full weight of him.
Just like you wanted.
You couldn’t help the sigh that left your lips at the sensory input. There was no room for your nerves to buzz with the day’s stressors, the only thing able to fit between you and Pierrot being comfortable silence, one that was broken by a soft moan you couldn’t swallow. Your mind quieted, your breathing slowed, Pierrot’s scent of baked goods and something almost metallic filling your senses.
Pierrot seemed to relax in response to your obvious comfort. He was still scared to hurt you, but he could tell this was exactly what you were asking for, and if it helped you, he would gladly be the one to do this for you. “Better, my love?” he asked anxiously, just to be sure.
“Much,” you sighed, melting into the mattress. Pierrot shifted above you for a moment, before settling, melting against your lax form.
The two of you laid like that for a long while, Pierrot keeping close attention on your every movement, trying to ensure you were comfortable. Every little shift you made, every small hitch in your breath, he latched onto, reading into it to make sure you were okay. You were more than okay. You felt so comfortable, so safe under him that you nearly fell asleep. Nearly.
Pierrot was mostly still as he laid atop you, at first. The more he listened to your breathing though, the more he felt your heartbeat, the more his body burned for you. He tried to softly move his hips, arching away from you so you didn’t feel his growing hardness, but it was impossible with how close you two were.
“You alright?” you mumbled out. Pierrot whined softly, clearly embarrassed.
“I’m fine, my love, Please, relax,” he urged, hoping you hadn’t noticed yet. Truth was, you noticed it probably before he even did, but he had a tendency to be shy about these things, so you hadn’t pointed it out.
You hummed, settling back against the bed as he tried his best to keep his hard cock from pressing into you. You were feeling much better than earlier, the previous buzzing under your skin being replaced with a different kind of energy, one that had you awfully interested in Pierrot’s distress. With a small smile, you arched your back, pushing your hips against Pierrot’s hard cock. A soft gasp left his lips, making you laugh softly into the pillow.
“You sure?” you purred out, drawing a soft whimper from him.
“You had a hard day, dear one. Please.” He wasn’t entirely sure what he was pleading for. Mercy, perhaps? Whatever it was, you ignored it.
“I’m fine now,” you replied simply, pressing your hips further against him. He let out a soft growl as his hips rocked against your ass, burying his face against your neck.
“Are you sure? R-really, I wouldn’t mind laying here with you, for as long as you’d like!” he offered, giving away his need with how breathy his voice sounded.
“I’m positive,” you replied. His breath quickened as he pulled away from you, his weight replaced with the cool air of the room.
He gently rolled you over, laying you on your back as you smiled up at him. He straddled your hips, hands trailing up your sides as your hands wound around his neck, tugging him close. “Please, my love, can I taste you?” he asked breathlessly.
Normally, you would never deny him such a request, but as he looked down at you with those big, pleading eyes of his, you found yourself craving something else from him. You trailed one hand down his chest, splaying it out over his heart, feeling the erratic beating beneath your palm. “Not tonight, honey,” you purred softly, making him whine needily. You chuckled, leaning in to speak against his ear. “I wanna ride you… will you let me do that, sweetheart?” Your lips brushed against his ear as you spoke, and you grinned as you felt a shiver run through him.
“M-my love, after the day you had..? I don’t mind taking care of you. I never mind,” he said, his voice shaky with arousal.
“Please, puppy~?” you pleaded, letting a whiny tone slip into your voice. You pushed at his chest with your hand, urging him to flip over. He obliged with a soft whimper, rolling onto his back as he pulled you up to straddle his hips.
“You know I can never deny you,” he sighed out in defeat, looking at you with those big heart eyes of his as he watched your every movement. His breath hitched in his throat as you moved a hand to the tie of your robe, tugging it slowly, teasing him as it fell open. You shrugged it off your shoulders, grinning as his hips writhed beneath you. Patience was never his strong suit, so you always took care to drag things out torturously slow, just for him.
“My good boy~” you sighed out, running your hands up his clothed torso. You tugged at the strings holding his shirt together, beginning to loosen them as he continued squirming.
“Please, don’t make me wait, my love,” he begged, his hands replacing yours as he hurriedly undid his top, nearly tearing it in his haste to remove the offending article. You ran your hands along his newly exposed torso, the lithe sinew firm beneath your fingers as you slowly traced along his silhouette. He whined, placing his hands over yours. “Please.”
“I’ve had such a hard day, puppy. C’mon, let me take my time with you,” you softly purred, one hand moving up to slowly take hold of his mask. Though you had seen him before, he was still cagey sometimes about being maskless in front of you, worried his monstrous appearance would run you off. Upon seeing no sign of reluctance, you peeled the mask from his face, adoration lighting up your eyes. “So, so pretty for me,” you praised, grinding over his hard cock. He moaned, his brow furrowing as he pouted up at you.
You raised your hips, Pierrot wasting no time in undoing his pants as you softly pulled his hat off, combing your fingers gently through his hair to rid it of any knots. His gloves joined his pants unceremoniously on the floor, finally leaving him bare and twitching beneath you, waiting for something, anything from you. “You’re such a pretty boy for me, baby. My sweet boy,” you praised, leaning down to press kisses across the inky black skin of his face, trailing from his cheeks to his snout like nose, getting the point across that you loved all of him.
You gasped softly as his hands clawed at your hips, tugging you down until his cock was rutting through your slick folds. Before you could reprimand him for being so needy, he cut you off with a soft moan.
“M-my love- you don’t know what it was doing to me to be so… close to you. I need you, so bad,” he whimpered out, continuing to rock his hips up into yours, chasing any friction he could get. You watched him for a few moments, biting back a grin as his eyes fought to stay open, drinking in the sight of you as much as he could as his hands held your hips tighter, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t.
You placed your hands over his, his movements stopping immediately despite the needy groan that tore through his throat. “Can you ask nicely, puppy? Ask me properly and I’ll give it to you,” you assured. He pressed his lips together, nodding.
“Please, ride my cock, dear one. I’ll be your good boy, I promise. Use me to make yourself feel good- use me like a toy- I promise, I’ll be so good-” he breathed out, his teeth grinding together as you palmed his throbbing cock, lining it up to your entrance.
“Good boy~” you purred out, sinking down as you allowed his tip to enter you. You had to go slow, just from the sheer size of him, but he never minded, and he never pushed for more than you could take, even when his need was burning him from the inside, driving him insane as he shook beneath you. No, he never pushed, content with the delicious torture so long as you kept looking at him like that.
He let out a shaky, pitiful moan as you slowly took him in, inch by inch, until his cock was seated entirely in your cunt. You fought to keep a steady face, but you couldn’t hide your clenched fists, your furrowed brow, the way your walls twitched around him as you struggled to adjust. Swallowing down a moan, you shakily lifted yourself up before sitting back against his cock, a sharp whine leaving his lips.
“Please, ride me- I need you to cum around me, my dear-” he whined, hips bucking up impatiently as short groans forced their way out from your lips. You sat up again on your knees, though this time just the tip of him was left inside of you, a disapproving look on your face.
“Do I need to stop?” you asked rhetorically, making him shake his head desperately.
“N-no- please, my love, I’m sorry! You feel so divine, I just- I need you, so badly it hurts,” he gasped out. At his pleading, you slowly sank back onto his cock, watching him pant erratically as he fought against every instinct within him to not bury himself in your tight heat.
Seeing he would be good, you braced your hands on his chest, using the leverage to ride him at a steady pace, letting your clit rut against his lower abdomen each time you took him to the base. Pierrot’s feet braced against the mattress as he keened, his eyes closing tightly as he tried to be still for you. It was hard, your pace just barely too slow to provide any real relief.
His hands gripped at your hips again, though he let go at the disapproving tut you let out. You let your pace slow down just a bit as punishment, your walls dragging over his cock torturously slow. A whine tore through his lips as he shook his head, his eyes opening to look at you pleadingly. You couldn’t help the slight stutter in your pace at the sight of the tears lining his lashline, evidence of his desire.
“I-I can’t, my love. I need more!” he cried out shakily, digging his claws into the sheets beneath him. You feigned a pout, greedily drinking in the sight of his pitiful demeanor.
“But I’ve had such a hard day, puppy,” you cooed out, “what happened to being my good little toy? Don’t you want to be good for me?” you asked, blinking down at him with innocent doe eyes. He groaned, his head lolling back.
“Y-yes, but-” he started. You ground your clit harder against him, making you moan softly as his words died in his mouth.
“That’s it, be my good boy,” you grinned, picking up the pace just slightly. He whined as his eyes rolled back, his lower lip trembling as he tried to control himself.
You bit back a snicker as you watched him try so hard to let you have your fun. His head was tilted back, his eyes squeezed shut as his claws dug into the comforter beneath him. You leaned forward, taking advantage of his entranced state as you trailed your tongue up his sensitive neck. He cried out at the sudden pleasure, his thighs trembling beneath you as you relished in the slow drag of his heavy cock against your walls.
Most nights, you knew exactly how far you could push before his composure snapped. Most nights, you were able to dance along the line of his sanity, keeping him floating in that in between of losing control and being under yours. He always tried so hard to be good for you, and you were always sure to praise him for it- but, every so often, you miscalculated just how far he could go.
“You feel so good, puppy~” you moaned into his ear. He whimpered at your words, pushing his face closer to yours, silently begging for more. You nipped softly at his earlobe, before sinking your teeth into his neck, just above his jugular. You chuckled, only biting harder as his cock throbbed inside of you. Your amusement was cut short, however, as you heard a low, dangerous growl reverberate through his chest.
His claws, that had previously been tearing up your comforter, were suddenly piercing against the sensitive skin of your waist, the sharp pain making you whimper softly. Without warning, he lifted you up just slightly, only to give himself room to freely buck his hips up into you. His pace was rough, wild, clear evidence of his need for you. You cried out as he moaned in pure relief, the friction of your slick walls around his dick soothing the fire in his chest, a stupid, contented smile crossing his face.
“Fuck- puppy, no-!” you hissed out quickly, trying desperately to regain control. He shook his head, panting as he bullied his cock into you at a nearly inhuman pace. His tongue lolled out as he gazed up at you, adoration shining on his face as he watched your dominant composure crumble at the pleasure spreading through you like magma.
“Ngh- make you f-feel so good,” he promised, bringing one hand to sloppily rub your clit, the friction making your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm already threatened to crash into you. You shook your head as you tried to hold on just a little longer, knowing you were in for a long night of overstimulation if you came so early.
“Don’t wanna cum~” you whined out pitifully, as if you weren’t rocking against his fingers on your clit, trying to milk his cock for everything it could give you.
A dumb giggle left his lips, drool trekking down his face as he chased your orgasm. “Cum, m’ love,” he slurred out, pupils set in large, blown out hearts as he took in every second of the pleasure you were helpless against crashing into you. “Please cum,” he pleaded breathily, rocking his hips up into you harder.
“P-puppy-” you gasped, making him growl softly in victory. He watched, enraptured, praise falling from his lips as you finally came for him, trembling above him as he revelled in the fact that you were falling apart because of him.
“S-so beautiful, dear one. C’mon, fall apart- just like that for me. T-thank you, m-my love-” he groaned, riding you through your orgasm as you whined his name like a prayer.
His rough pace never once paused as he fucked you through your orgasm, his cock bullying every sweet spot within you as he quickly pushed you past the brink of overstimulation. Tears of pleasure bloomed in your eyes as ragged breaths tore through your throat, pressure building in your lower tummy again despite you just cumming a few moments ago. To Pierrot, overstimulating you was an art, taking pride in bringing you to the brink time and time again until you fell limp against him, and as you felt your second high of the night threatening to crash into you, you knew he’d end up getting exactly what he wanted.
“Too much,” you tried to plead, struggling to keep yourself upright above him. He just beamed up at you, his puppy brain too pussy drunk to even think about letting you catch your breath.
“You can take more, my love,” he replied. He grabbed onto your hands that were still settled on his chest, knocking them away to make you lose your balance. You crashed against his chest, one of his large arms wrapping around your upper torso, keeping you held tightly to him, while the other gripped your thigh for leverage.
The new angle had your clit rutting against his torso relentlessly, your eyes already rolling back as he kept fucking into you. You latched your teeth just above his collarbone, trying to ground yourself against the overwhelming pleasure as your second orgasm threatened to pull you under. The pain made Pierrot cry out, his knot beginning to swell as you, in his mind, marked him.
“Please, let go. Cum again. I need it. I’m your good puppy, yeah? Cum on my cock so I can knot you~” he slurred against your ear, holding back his own orgasm in favor of you reaching yours. You held your breath as best you could, hoping just maybe you could outlast him.
“My good boy~” you purred out shakily. He was always so responsive to your voice, and you adored it. “Such a good puppy, perfect puppy. I-”
You were cut off by Pierrot’s lips crashing into yours, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. You whined as his knot inflated impossibly fast, pressing against your gspot with deadly accuracy as he kept fucking into you as best he could. As much as you tried to hold back, stars popped in your vision as your second orgasm crashed into you, leaving you shaking above him as his cum poured into you. He rocked you back and forth on his knot, keeping friction against your clit as his knot pushed into your gspot.
You whined into his neck as he rode you through your second orgasm, still showing no signs of stopping even as his own thighs shook at the pleasure. “D-do you feel me, my love? I-I’m so deep inside of you, claiming every inch of you,” he babbled out, panting as he pushed through his own overstimulation to ensure you couldn’t run from the pleasure. “Can’t even- hah- can’t even think when you’re on my knot like this. I adore you, I n-need you. Always need you,” he said, before his teeth teased your skin, as if testing the waters. You bared your neck for him instinctively, moaning as the edges of his sharp teeth trailed lightly against your neck.
“Bite, puppy,” you grunted out. The moan he let out at your words made your knees weaker than they already were, his teeth sinking into your soft flesh. The pain shot straight to your oversensitive cunt, which was still being bullied by Pierrot’s knot, your clit gliding against his waist.
Pierrot growled into your neck, no doubt drawing a bit of blood as he lock jawed onto you. He kept you close to him, teeth lodged in your neck, knot plugging his cock and cum deep as he pushed you into another orgasm. You whined in defeat, unable to do anything but sit there and take it as he overstimulated you. Your breathing picked up as your orgasm washed over you, making you grind your hips into his as you finally gave in.
“S-so good,” he mumbled into your neck, licking over the wound he left as he let you ride out your pleasure. After riding you through your third orgasm, he took pity, letting you straddle him with his knot still in you, though leaving your poor, oversensitive clit alone for now. You panted against him, trying to come back to your mind. All you were able to manage was a sweet kiss against his cheek, your breathing still ragged and quick.
“Thank you," you sighed out finally, going lax against him. He let out a sound akin to a purr, nuzzling his head against yours, the ridges of one of his horns teasing the side of your face as you laughed weakly.
“Thank you, dear one,” he replied, the smile in his voice obvious. You rolled your eyes playfully, nipping his ear softly in faux retaliation. That earned you a soft giggle from him, before a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you waited for his knot to deflate.
“...I need another shower,” you mused softly. He just laughed, bringing a hand up to play with your hair.
“Anything you need, my love,” he assured, pressing a kiss to your temple. A beat of silence, and then, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked in a small voice.
You turned your head as you sat up slightly, biting back a groan at the pressure still pressing against the walls of your cunt. “You were perfect, honey,” you cooed out, holding his face in your hands as you kissed his forehead. That earned you a grin, his eyes shining with affection.
“Do you think, maybe… I could shower with you, dear one?” he asked, a coy edge to his words. You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide your smile.
“Of course,” you hummed, settling back against him. He held you tightly to him, and you swore you’d never felt safer.
“You mustn’t see this part of me, it’s forbidden.”
Pierrot says sheepishly on the other side of the bedroom door.
“I will stay here no matter what you look like. I’m aware you’re not like me, The only thing I want is truths. No more secrets Pierrot.”
This wasn’t the first time you’ve gotten close to seeing what lies beneath those bells and porcelain face but as usual he always managed to scurry away somewhere and refuse to talk to you about it afterwards when he returned.
Not being afraid wasn’t a lie, not at all. This was still the sweet Pierrot he’s presented himself to you as and the same one you’ve loved for a small bit of time now. You weren’t entirely stupid so you knew there was something “odd” about him so coming to terms that he isn’t human wasn’t much of a learning curve. it’s something necessary to accept if the relationship wanted to continue.
“I’m nervous that’s all. What if this changes things? Your love is real and true right now but what if afterwards, when you *me* something will change. What if you won’t like me anymore and everything-“
“will stay the same. The only thing that will change is my patience if you don’t understand that I don’t care what you look like. Nothing will sway how I feel. Sure I’ve gotten to know you, but haven’t had the chance to see *you*.”
“I’ll drop this conversation so as to not scare you off even further.Just know that I still love you, I always will. “
Just as you’re about to take a step away from the door you hear the doorknob clink open. There with his usual hat placed tightly on his head is Pierrot, standing sheepishly in the doorway.
“Promise? Please let me see you say it”
“I promise. No matter what you’re hiding I will always love you. I’m here to accept this“
“Alright….then I think I’m ready. But only a step at a time. If that’s okay…”
“We can take as many steps as you’d like, Even if we dance around. So long as you’re comfortable the whole way.”
With a smile he tells you to close your eyes and you oblige. Listening to the rustling of fabric and chimes of his bells you start to grow a bit of unease. You said you weren’t scared but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Clearly this was something incredibly important to him so how intense is whatever he’s so passionate about hiding?
After a long silence you’re told to open your eyes and what you see was something animalistic, almost beast like.
Those glowing eyes were far more intense without the mask and the darkened face and neck were more than what you were expecting. What you correctly guessed to be horns atop his head were extremely bold yet well suited for a beast like him. Fear welt up for a moment but just as quickly as it built up it was quick to shatter.
Reaching a hand out towards him he leans for you and the texture of his natural face feel foreign against your fingertips, it’s as if nature itself was warning that this was against everything you knew, how foolish of you to be afraid of this at first.
This beast was one you’ve come to love, this was your beauty. Fully yours to admire.
Planting a kiss on his forehead you hear a purr of happiness come from him.
“…I saw this going differently. I thought this would be the end of everything I worked towards.”
“Not at all. This only furthers things for us.Slowly I’ll see everything of you and still I will remain here by your side.”
“It’s almost like you’ve chained me to you again!”
If you only knew how tightly he had you under his grasp. What a fool you are to love so kindly.
Been some time hasn’t it?
I’m really sorry I haven’t been posting these last few months. I’ve run out of inspiration and ideas for fic prompts. Life has also been catching up and it’s stolen any energy I’ve have.
Doing my best to get back in the groove! For now please enjoy this fic I’ve whipped up!
@de-lirio-arts: To pierrot, do you have any cherished memories with harlequin?
Ah, yes, my dear. We used to invent games and find new ways to hunt. It took us quite some time to become good at it.
@margiux-otaku-blog: To pierrot: if you could sleep with MC, would you prefer to sleep on them or have them sleep on you?
(Happy birthday TFC and thank you Neko for your work <3)
S-Sleep...w-with...? Are you certain I can? Is this true? May I--? Oh...what a privilege, to be so close. My dearest, I would be more than happy to lay on your bed however you'd like me to~
@reiibleehh: For Pierrot <3 <3
Can you tell us more about how you and Harlequin survived before you met the other members?
Harlequin and I? Ahn, we used to hunt at night, and we were very good at hiding. Once, we were almost caught by a… rather frightening creature! Harlequin went completely pale, and his hands would not stop trembling.
@satire-please: To Pierrot and/or Harlequin: When Pierrot wanted us to come back that night, he mentioned rides. What kind of rides are at the circus?
Would you like to see the rides? That depends greatly on where we are. We have had Ferris wheels, carousels, and even a Viking ship ride before! Most of the time, however, it is the game stalls and prize booths.
@godblessdoppo: To dear Pierrot: What are your fears? Don't say losing me!!!
My… fear? I… I am afraid that you may not like who I truly am.
@zelysia: Yay! Happy anniversary to The Freak Circus! My question for Pierrot: If you hadn't become a circus clown, what would you do for a living to support your daily life? And what is the reason behind that choice? Thank you, I love you so much mwah <3
Working as a baker, making bread and cakes, sounds rather enjoyable. Perhaps I would own a bakery or a small restaurant. I do enjoy cooking and experimenting with new recipes, my dear.
@scneqx: for pierrot, if you could change one thing about your costume what would it be?
In truth, I am quite fond of my outfit. It is comfortable and soft. I might have chosen a different color, but… red suits me best.
@xiny1234: To Pierrot: What's one small comfort item you carry everywhere with you?
I do not believe I have a comfort object, my dear. We moved so many times, and often in great haste due to… accidents. My family has become my source of comfort now. T-That said, I would be delighted to have something from you, should you wish to give me a gift!
@kouwritter: For Pierrot: Hope you have a wonderful day. Can you please tell us a memory with the other circus members (your family) that made you feel so happy and warm knowing you aren't alone?
It was a long time ago, when I was still gradually growing accustomed to the other four. Harlequin and I went hunting, but we were unable to find any food. We returned exhausted and hungry. Yet when we arrived back at our little refuge, the others were waiting for us with food to share. It was such a warm and comforting feeling.
@dandewiondweams: Dearest Pierrot I am a bit curious of your favorite fairytail is and why? Mine is beauty and the best, there's many variations I've stumbled upon and fallen enamored by each one! Perhaps one day we can read and exchange our favorites together!
My favorite? I believe it is called... "The Moon Monster" Ah! I think it may be a story from where I came from. But why do you like Beauty and the Beast, my dear? Does the Beast not frighten you? Being confined to a cage against your will, left alone with a frightening monster…
I saw on a tik tok that the TFC day 3 will be released in June/July they confirmed it with google search. Is that real?
Mod Destiny here!
TikTok and a few other forums (even some blogs/youtubers) are CONSTANTLY spreading misinformation about the game, especially in regards to the release date or the character's being related by blood (they aren't). As of now, there is no set time for day3, but any updates will be found on Neko's Patreon or HERE first!
Please ONLY get your news from here, as this is the official site.
Don't listen to ANY TikTok that claims to have info about the game or connection to Neko: they're ALL lying.
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