In which the Ticket Taker uses his mirrors for other purposes.
Ticket Taker x Fem!Reader
'Stuck in a hole' type sex, orgasm control, slight degradation, does this count as brat taming? I dunno
SMUT UNDER CUT
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You probably should've followed the Ticket Takers instructions...
And now you witness the consequences of your actions
You're halfway inside a mirror, your lower body on the other side into a void, a certain someone on that side, slamming into you with force you didn't think was possible.
The thrusts were punishing, seemingly controlling and dominating, forcing you to submit.
" Dear guest, I never though you'd be so desperate. Maybr you wanted this from the start, didn't you? "
You can't respond as you hear his voice all around you, all you can do is struggle and whimper at the force of him slamming into you.
Sure you're scared that any of the other circus freaks (like Pierrot) might find you struggling whilst getting fucked by a man in a mirror, but a part of you feels even more heat at your core from the thought.
You almost think he read your mind, or maybe it was the clenching repeatedly that alerted him, " You really do enjoy this, don't you? Such a promiscuous little thing. " He spanks you, causing you to yelp, his other hand coming from the inside of the mirror, slapping itself over your mouth, silencing your cries.
" I recomend you keep your pathetic mouth shut. I know you want this, and you wouldn't want anyone to disturb us now do you? " You nod desperately, you know he's right, even if you don't have much control, you're still trying desperately to chase your aching release.
You can hear the Ticket Takers breaths increase, seemingly getting closer, and so are you. " I know you're close, visitor. Do not release until I tell you to. I will not hesitate to continue even after you have reached your high. " And you know he's not lying.
You struggle, trying not to come yet, your hands finding their way by holding onto the mirrors edges, grounding yourself at his brutal pace. You know he's getting closer, the thought makes you want to come already, but you can't, not yet.
All you can do is cry and beg, turning the Ticket Taker on even more, helping him get closer.
" Come for me, dear girl. " He strains slightly, almost as if on command, you spasm around him, gripping the mirror edges tightly unable to quiet down your noises anymore, he yanks your head back by your hair, pulling you towards him as his head barely sticks out of the mirror, " Quiet down. " He commands sharply, he enjoys seeing the struggle on your face as you try to comply with his commands.
You feel the heat of him ejaculating inside of you, the kind that causes your legs to tremble even more than they already were.
After extra thrusts of riding out both of your orgasms does he finally stop, he holds you up by your lower stomach, making sure you don't collapse yet.
He reaches his clawed hand under your chin, lifting your head back towards him, " Do not break yet, my dear. We are not done here. " Is the closest words of comfort you're going to get tonight.
Maybe think before disobeying him next time, okay?
Everything in your life was so complicated. Ever since the divorce, everything had changed. When you were with him, it was comfortable and relaxing, until the day he simply proposed the divorce on the condition that he could come by now and then to see your son. The little one was now 7 months old, an angel in your eyes. You hated the fact that he had to be born seeing you cry, because throughout your entire pregnancy, you had been alone; as soon as your husband found out about the pregnancy, everything changed, and he left you because he wasn't "ready for a family."
You hated him... How could you fall in love with a man like that? Though, in truth, because of all that, you had to support yourself and your baby alone. A sigh escaped your lips once you got out of bed; it was 4 in the morning when your angel started to cry. Upon checking the crib, you saw him: it was Pierrot, trembling with a teddy bear in hand, moving it back and forth anxiously, trying to get the baby to stop crying. You quickly rubbed your eyes as you noticed this, and a soft laugh escaped your lips, making Pierrot turn around quickly.
— M-my lady! It wasn't my intention to wake you... The baby saw me come in and cried... I don't know what's wrong with him —he said.
The frustration and nerves were evident in his voice. You found it so adorable to see him in that state that you carefully approached the baby to lift him into your arms. You looked at Pierrot, your face flushing in that moment.
— Mmm... could you look elsewhere? I’m going to breastfeed my angel; he cries at this hour because he’s hungry...
You said that nervously, which Pierrot quickly understood, turning his gaze away. The sound of the baby suckling could be heard while you winced at the pain, since he already had teeth. Suddenly, Pierrot couldn't stand it and turned to look at you, his lips bitten by his own teeth; he lowered his gaze to see the baby tugging at your breast, and his mask was damn near crimson in that instant.
— Can’t he... eat something else? So he doesn't hurt you... —he asked.
He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, simply staring at your face and trying to keep himself in check.
— I... I only have food for myself. I’m trying to save as much money as I can to buy formula for him... I have a bottle, but I don’t have the special milk he needs —you said sadly.
You hated being this way in front of a man, but this was Pierrot. It wasn't wrong to show yourself as vulnerable in front of him, was it?
— Mmm... What kind of milk does he drink? I can try to buy it for you, my lady —he smiled sweetly, making your heart pound against your chest.
— Ohm... I'll tell you later this afternoon; I'm still so sleepy.
Suddenly you noticed your baby had calmed down; he was sleeping against your chest, still suckling but no longer drinking anything, which made you laugh. You carefully pulled him away to lay him on the bed and adjusted your nightgown so as not to remain exposed any longer.
— Hey, by the way, why did you come by today? —you turned to look at him curiously, and he quickly cast his eyes to the floor.
— Ehh... I just wanted to check if you were alright, my lady... nothing more than that...
Hearing Pierrot’s response, you approached him slowly, feeling exhaustion and tenderness mingle in your chest. You raised your arms, giving him a silent indication that you wanted him to pick you up; always attentive to your desires, he understood the request immediately. He leaned down carefully, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the scent that calmed you so much.
You felt his large, firm hands position themselves on your backside to hold you securely as he stood up, keeping you close to his heart. In the refuge of his arms, you couldn't help but let your insecurity speak for you.
— You are too sweet, Pierrot... but you should consider finding a girl who doesn't have a child. You deserve someone better, someone who doesn't come with so many complications —you whispered against his skin, your voice breaking with the guilt of feeling like a burden.
As those words left your lips, you felt the clown’s grip suddenly tighten, becoming almost possessive as he pulled you closer against his body. His fingers sank slightly into your skin, revealing just how much your words had affected him.
— My lady... I desire you, and only you. Others do not matter to me the way you do —he said with a deep, serious tone that made you vibrate—. Whether you have a child or not changes nothing for me. I will love you for everything you are, my lady.
You were left breathless by his declaration. Pierrot seemed to have no doubts; his gaze, though hidden behind the mask, felt pinned to you with a devotion your ex-husband was never capable of showing. You clung to him a little tighter, feeling for the first time in a long while that you didn't have to carry the weight of the world alone.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, but it did not bring the warmth of the previous night. Reality knocked at your door with the metallic sound of the doorbell. Upon opening it, you found yourself face-to-face with the last person you wanted to see: your ex-husband.
— Well, well... —he uttered, leaning against the doorframe with that arrogant smile that once used to melt you and now only made you nauseous—. I have to admit, the pregnancy didn't leave a single mark on you. You're even more beautiful than before we split up.
His gaze traveled over your body without a shred of respect, lingering on your curves in a lecherous way. You felt small, exposed, but your anger was stronger.
— If you came to see your son, do it already and get out —you said, your voice firm even though you were trembling inside—. I’m not in the mood for your empty compliments.
— Come on, babe, don’t be so hard on me —he took a step forward, invading your personal space—. I’m just saying you could have waited for me a little longer... maybe if you had stayed this radiant, I wouldn't have felt so "suffocated" by the idea of a family.
— What the hell did you just say? I have no reason to wait for you... Ugh, just go see our son —you said, crossing your arms in annoyance. At that moment, you missed Pierrot deeply; he had been so sweet to you the night before...—. Oh, by the way, he’s in the crib.
— Whatever... Do you need anything for the baby? —he asked as he approached the crib. The boy was awake, observing the world with large, curious eyes—. He’s as handsome as his mother.
Hearing those words made your cheeks flush slightly despite yourself. You hated the situation; everything would have been different if this man, whom you once loved, had never left. Now, his attempt to get your attention only filled you with disgust.
— I don’t need anything, especially not from you. The baby and I are doing fantastic —you said coldly, cutting off any attempt at reconciliation.
You had no time for his games. You were running late for work, and since you couldn't afford a babysitter, you had to take the little one with you. With quick movements, you finished packing the diaper bag, settled the baby into his stroller, and left the apartment without waiting for him to give you permission.
—Wait! Don’t just leave me talking to myself! —he shouted, following you down the hallway and out into the street.
You walked quickly, your heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. Your ex-husband, far from giving up, matched your pace. With an audacity that turned your stomach, he placed his hand on your waist, pulling you tightly against him as you walked.
—Let go of me! What do you think you’re doing? —you snapped, trying to shove his hand away, but he was stronger and only laughed, maintaining a firm grip as he forced you to walk close to him.
—I’m just helping you cross, don’t be so dramatic —he said in that condescending voice you hated so much—. Besides, people see us and think we’re the perfect family. Look at the boy; he’s not even flinching.
You looked down. Your son was calm in his stroller, waving his teddy bear back and forth, oblivious to the struggle you were having with his father. You tried to pull away again, but the grip on your waist became more possessive, almost violent. Your ex-husband leaned into your ear, whispering things about "opportunities" and how "no one else would want you with a burden on your back."
You felt like you were going to collapse from rage and helplessness. However, in an instant, all the city noise seemed to vanish. Suddenly, you felt a gaze as sharp as a knife’s edge. It wasn't the lecherous look of your ex, nor the curious gaze of passersby. It was something icy, dark, and charged with such lethal intent that the hair on your arms stood up immediately.
It came from a blind spot behind you, from the shadows of an alley you had just passed.
It was a psychological pressure so strong that your ex-husband went mute mid-sentence. His hand, which had been squeezing your waist, began to tremble visibly.
—What the hell...? —he stammered, stopping dead in his tracks and looking back with a pale face, feeling that something—or someone—was hunting him with their eyes.
You stopped as well, searching desperately through the crowd, knowing in the depths of your soul that Pierrot was there, watching every second of this mistreatment from the darkness.
The air became so heavy that even the city traffic seemed to fade into a dull echo. Your ex-husband remained speechless, feeling that icy pressure crawling up his spine. His hand began to shake visibly, yet his pride was still larger than his survival instinct.
He swallowed hard, forcing an arrogant smile as he regained his composure, though his eyes searched frantically for the source of that lethal gaze he felt pinned to the back of his neck.
—Wow, it got cold all of a sudden —he blurted out, trying to sound casual, though his voice came out a bit higher than usual—. Listen, babe, I’d love to keep discussing this, but my phone just buzzed. I have an extremely important business meeting that can't wait. You know, someone has to bring home the bacon, right?
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled business card, and held it out to you with a pompous gesture.
—Here’s my personal number. Call me when you get tired of playing independent mother and want to go out for dinner like civilized people. Don’t play hard to get; you know you miss me.
Before you could react or reject the paper, he leaned over the stroller. It was a quick, almost mechanical movement.
—Be good, champ —he said, giving a quick kiss to the baby’s forehead. The little one wrinkled his nose as if he felt the same rejection you did—. See you later, gorgeous.
He turned around and walked away at a brisk pace, putting on airs of importance and adjusting his coat, though he couldn't help but look over his shoulder a couple of times before rounding the corner and disappearing.
You stood there, next to the stroller, feeling your heart hammer against your ribs. Then, a familiar whisper—a voice like velvet brushing against an open wound—came from right behind you.
—That man is a liar, my lady...
You jumped and spun around. Pierrot was there, emerging from the shadows of an alley with an elegance that took your breath away. His eyes—those eyes that looked at you with devotion last night—now flashed with a dark fury that made you shudder.
—Pierrot... you scared me —you managed to say, clutching your ex's card in your hand before crumpling it into a ball.
—He pretended not to be afraid, but his legs were shaking like a deer before the wolf —Pierrot said, approaching you with slow steps. He stopped in front of the stroller and, with a silk handkerchief pulled from his sleeve, wiped—with extreme delicacy—the spot on your son's forehead where his father had kissed him—. I will not let his trace soil what is his, nor what is yours.
He moved closer, invading your personal space in that way that made you feel protected.
—You promised you would tell me which milk the little one needed... but you didn't tell me I would have to endure watching that trash lay his hands on you.
With a slow and elegant gesture, he lifted the shopping bag he had been carrying. From inside, he carefully extracted a container of the special milk—that expensive brand that had been causing you so much worry—and placed it in the stroller's basket.
— I went to the supermarket myself to find it... I made sure it was exactly the one he needs, my dear —he paused briefly, a somewhat sheepish but sweet smile appearing on his lips—. It was... a bit complicated. Maintaining my silence before the person at the checkout while they asked me questions was a challenge, but I managed to make myself understood to get the best for your son.
Despite the communication difficulties caused by his firm decision not to break character, it was clear he had made an enormous effort to move through that noisy, mundane world just for you. He stood there, observing you with absolute devotion, waiting to see what your next move would be.
— What will you do now? Where are you heading in such a hurry? —he asked, maintaining that aura of mystery and tenderness that defined him.
Hearing his question, a soft and somewhat weary laugh escaped your lips. You glanced at your son, who was playing with his tiny hands in the stroller, and then looked up at the clown, feeling how his mere presence managed to dissipate the trace of bitterness your ex-husband had left behind.
— I'm going to work... —you replied with a sigh, adjusting your bag strap over your shoulder—. I have no one to leave him with today, so the little one will have to come with me. It’s a long day, but I don’t have another choice.
Pierrot fell silent for a moment, tilting his head with that melancholic elegance that made him look like something out of an ancient tale. His eyes softened as they rested on the baby and then returned to you with a new determination. Without breaking character, he made an elegant gesture with his hand, pointing to the child and then to himself.
— My lady... leave him with me —he proposed in a voice that was almost a whisper, filled with protective seriousness—. I can watch over him. He will be safe, and you will be able to work without that weight upon your shoulders.
You froze for a second. The idea of leaving your "angel" with Pierrot felt strange; he was a man who lived among shadows and silence, someone whose world seemed light-years away from diapers and lullabies.
— Umm... do you know how to take care of babies? —you asked, doubting your own words. You bit your lower lip, fearing the responsibility might be too much for him or that the little one would end up crying inconsolably under his care.
— My lady... I do not know how to care for babies, but I can learn for you —he replied with a sincerity that completely disarmed you.
Seeing his seriousness, you leaned over the stroller and began to give him an accelerated, almost frantic explanation, while Pierrot listened with an intensity that bordered on anxiety.
—Look, this is very important... if he cries like this, with a shorter sound, he’s hungry. If it’s a constant cry and he kicks, it’s the diaper. But the hardest part is after he drinks the milk you bought —you said, pointing to the container—. You have to put him over your shoulder and give him soft, rhythmic pats on the back until he burps. If he doesn't, he'll get gassy and his tummy will hurt. And if for some reason he spits up a little, don't panic, it’s normal, but you have to clean it immediately so he doesn't choke. Oh! And never, ever let him sleep on his stomach... always on his back.
As you unleashed the avalanche of instructions, Pierrot’s expression began to transform. His eyes, previously filled with lethal confidence, flew wide open. His eyebrows arched so high they nearly disappeared behind the edge of his mask, and his head tilted from side to side, trying to process concepts like "reflux," "rhythmic burping," and "types of crying."
He wore a look of absolute confusion, as if you were explaining quantum physics in a forgotten language. He stared fixedly at the baby, who was currently smiling at him, and then at his own gloved hands, as if wondering if they were truly capable of such delicate tasks.
—Did you get all that? —you asked, seeing him standing there petrified.
He blinked a few times, snapping out of his stupor. He swallowed hard, and although he felt completely overwhelmed by the logistics of a seven-month-old being, he straightened his back and looked at you with renewed, albeit slightly nervous, determination.
—It is... a lot of information for my mind, my lady... —he whispered, scratching the back of his neck shyly—. I will make sure this angel feels as if he is on a throne while you are gone.
With a solemn gesture, he took hold of the stroller’s handle. His large hands now moved with extreme lightness, as if the carriage were made of glass. He gave you one last look—a mixture of panic over the task and adoration for you—and bid you farewell with a small bow before starting to walk with exaggerated slowness so as not to wake the child.
You headed to work with your heart split between laughter at his confused expression and the relief of knowing your son was with someone who would love him simply for being yours.
Upon reaching the apartment, Pierrot didn't use the door; he preferred the familiarity of the heights. He leaped onto the balcony with a gravity-defying agility, landing with the same caution a thief would use to enter a palace, though he felt more like an intruder in a sacred temple. He carried the baby pressed to his chest, holding him with a rigidity that was almost comical to keep from waking him.
He entered the room through the French window, holding his breath until he managed to deposit the little one into the crib with movements like silk. Once freed from the weight, he went back out to the balcony to hoist the stroller up, pulling it up with precise strength until it was safely inside the apartment. After closing the window, he let out a sigh of relief so deep it made his mask vibrate.
— If I am to care for you... —he whispered to himself in the dim light, running a hand through his tousled hair—, I will have to ask my lady to give me the door keys...
He approached the crib again. The little one was already awake, watching him with a curiosity that disarmed any of the clown's defenses.
— Very well, little gentleman... —Pierrot whispered.
His hands, usually steady and lethal, began to tremble visibly as he stripped off his gloves. As he revealed them, his pale, elegant fingers ended in sharp claws—tools designed for spectacle or defense, but which in that moment seemed like terrifying weapons to him. He kept his fingers rigidly extended outward, fearing that one false move, a simple nervous twitch, could graze the baby’s porcelain skin.
— We are alone. Your mother trusts me... —he said, his voice betraying the panic of someone holding something far too valuable—. So, I hope you are an ally and not an enemy, because my hands were not made for something as fragile as you.
He forced himself to flex his fingers with agonizing slowness, controlling every millimeter. A faint, metallic click echoed in the silence of the room as his nails accidentally brushed against each other, making him flinch. Praying internally not to make an irreparable mistake, he finally brought one of those lethal claws close enough for the child to see.
The baby, of course, responded with a babble and reached his hands toward Pierrot’s white mask. The clown leaned in, allowing the boy's chubby fingers to touch the cold surface of his face. For a moment, there was peace... until the clock struck eleven.
Suddenly, the little one’s lower lip began to tremble. A short, sharp, and demanding sound filled the room.
— Hunger. That’s what she said... short sounds mean hunger —he told himself, falling into instant panic.
He scrambled to the kitchen. With trembling hands, he grabbed the bottle and the milk he had bought himself. He remembered it had to be lukewarm—neither cold nor boiling. While he waited, the crying increased in volume. Pierrot broke into a cold sweat. He tried to hum an ancient melody to calm him, but his voice, usually deep and melodic, sounded cracked from nerves.
— I’m coming, I’m coming! Please don’t cry... if you cry, I feel like I’m failing her —he murmured while testing the milk’s temperature on his wrist, just as he had seen you do before.
Finally, he sat on the sofa and took the baby in his arms. His movements were rigid, as if he were carrying a time bomb. When the little one accepted the bottle and began to suckle hungrily, Pierrot closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the sofa, feeling as if he had just won an epic battle.
But the real test came afterward. He remembered your warning: "The burp." If he didn't do it, there would be gas. If there was gas, there would be pain. And he could not allow his lady's son to suffer.
With extreme delicacy, he placed the baby over his shoulder. The contrast was almost poetic: Pierrot’s dark, sophisticated suit against the child’s colorful little onesie. He began the rhythmic pats. Pat, pat, pat. Nothing.
— Come on, little gentleman... cooperate with me, I beg of you —he whispered into his ear, his voice wavering between a plea and a panic attack.
Ten minutes passed that felt like centuries to Pierrot. His fingers, accustomed to an artist's precision, trembled slightly as he maintained the rhythm of the pats. He was beginning to despair, mentally reviewing every word of your instructions; he feared he had failed in the angle or the strength, and he even began to think his own dark aura was frightening the child.
Just as he was about to spiral into a crisis, a loud and liberating "little burp" echoed right beside his mask. But the victory came with a price: a small, warm milk stain landed with precision upon the impeccable fabric of his uniform, right on the shoulder.
Pierrot froze, feeling the moisture seep into the fabric. His eyes went wide as he processed what had happened. He looked at the white stain on his dark clothing and then at the baby, who, far from apologizing, let out a satisfied sigh and rested his heavy little head against the clown's neck, falling fast asleep in an instant.
A dry, almost inaudible laugh escaped Pierrot's lips.
— Well... so this is the price of your well-being —he murmured with a mixture of resignation and tenderness, settling the child with a delicacy he never thought he possessed—. For you, my little sir, I will accept any stain.
The darkness of the apartment was interrupted only by the soft light from the kitchen, casting long shadows against the walls. It was eleven at night when you finally turned the key. You entered with slumped shoulders, exhaustion weighing heavy on your eyelids, expecting to find a chaos of cries and diapers. But what you saw when you stepped inside took your breath away.
Pierrot was there, sitting on the old living room sofa. He looked like a statue of marble and shadow, a figure plucked from a melancholic dream. He was so incredibly still that, for a second, you thought he was an illusion created by your tired mind.
His appearance, always so neat and mystical, was undone in a way that squeezed your heart: his clown hat, that symbol of his identity, rested on the dining table like a warrior who has laid down his helmet after battle. His hair, usually styled with supernatural elegance, was slightly tousled, with strands falling over the mask that now seemed more human than ever.
Against his shoulder, your baby slept soundly, one tiny hand tangled in the collar of Pierrot’s uniform. And there it was, dry and pale: the milk stain the little one had left after his burp, marking the expensive dark fabric like a medal of honor for care and patience.
You approached on tiptoe, letting out a shaky sigh. — Pierrot? —you whispered, barely a breath in the air.
He didn't startle. He couldn't have; any sudden movement would have woken the angel he was guarding. Slowly, his eyes opened behind the mask, finding yours. There was no trace of the lethal fury you had seen that morning in front of your ex-husband; there was only an exhausted devotion, a tenderness so deep it made your legs feel weak.
— Welcome home, my lady… —his voice sounded like a brush of velvet, lower and raspier than usual—. You arrived just in time for the changing of the guard.
— I’m so sorry… it got so late. You’re… your hair is a mess —you said with a weak smile, reaching out to smooth one of his stray locks. He tilted his head into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth of your skin.
— Your son is a difficult negotiator, my lady —he murmured, and for the first time, you sensed a note of genuine humor in his tone—. We had an intense debate regarding the concept of "sleeping alone." In the end, we reached an agreement… I would be his pillow, and he would stop trying to rip off my mask.
You laughed softly, feeling tears of relief prick at your eyes. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to your baby’s forehead, and then, without thinking, you kissed the cold cheek of Pierrot’s mask, right beside where the child was resting.
You felt Pierrot’s body tense for a second before relaxing completely. His long, elegant fingers brushed against your waist with extreme delicacy, keeping you close to him and the baby. In that moment, in the dim light of your small apartment, you realized you were no longer alone.
— Do you wish for me to take him to the crib, or will you allow me to be his refuge a little longer? —he asked, never taking his eyes off you.
You sat down beside him, resting your head on his other shoulder, closing your eyes as the scent of baby powder and Pierrot’s own aroma enveloped you.
— Stay like this a little longer —you whispered—. Just a little longer.
The clock struck five in the morning when your eyes slowly fluttered open. The bluish light of dawn was beginning to seep through the small apartment’s only window, giving the room a dreamlike atmosphere. The first thing you did was glance toward the crib, just steps away from the sofa where you had drifted off; there was your little angel, sleeping peacefully while clutching his teddy bear tightly.
A faint sound coming from the balcony made your heart leap. Turning around, you saw a familiar silhouette entering with feline agility. It was him.
You stood up carefully from the sofa, trying not to make a sound on the wooden floor, and approached Pierrot. He seemed to be trying to catch his breath after the climb, his uniform impeccable once more, but his gaze was heavy with a strange sense of urgency.
— Were you at the circus? —you whispered, noticing that despite the hour, he looked perfectly put together.
Pierrot tensed, and a look of nervousness crossed his face behind the mask. He cast his gaze downward with a mixture of shame and shyness he rarely showed, scratching the back of his neck while avoiding your eyes.
— Today... today I had to perform my show, my lady —he confessed in a whisper barely audible enough not to wake the baby—. Jester scolded me quite a bit for the state of my clothes and hair... I suppose the milk stain didn't quite fit the mystery of my act. But... he was very kind; he helped me look presentable in a short time so I could finish and return quickly. Now none of that matters, my lady. The only thing that mattered was coming back here, to you.
He took a step forward, invading your space in that small living room. With a delicacy that made your skin tingle, he leaned in and pressed a light, warm kiss to your cheek.
— How are you? —he asked with devotion—. I notice your son is still sleeping soundly, so we have time to talk... just the two of us. Don't you think?
You blushed slightly, feeling the heat rise up your neck. In that cramped space, his presence filled everything. You didn't want him to leave, so, with a bit of boldness, you searched a small cabinet and pulled out a pair of pajamas that had been left forgotten there; they were made of soft, simple fabric.
— If you’re going to stay and talk, you can’t stay in that rigid uniform —you said with a small smile—. You’ll only get more tired.
Pierrot looked at the garment with bewilderment, but seeing your insistent gaze, he accepted. He changed in the small corner of the bathroom, and when he stepped out—wearing common pajamas, without his hat, and with his hair tousled—seeing him like that made him look so vulnerable and human that your heart ached with tenderness.
You sat together on the sofa, sharing a blanket in the dim light. That early morning, the outside world and the problems with your ex-husband vanished. You spoke in whispers about insignificant things and deep dreams, while the sound of the baby’s breathing set the rhythm of your conversation. In the warmth of that small apartment, you understood that Pierrot was not just your guardian, but the home you had been searching for all along.
Note: This is a piece I wrote in Spanish and then translated into English. It took me some time due to the creative process and some brief research I did with people close to me regarding childcare. I was heavily influenced by my friends, who know more about the subject; plus, I felt very relaxed while writing it. Feeling Pierrot's affection, both toward the protagonist and the child, is something so beautiful that it made my heart melt with love.
I hope you enjoyed it. I’m sorry if it’s not a masterpiece; I just wanted to indulge myself by seeing Pierrot interacting with a baby. <3
As you know, the latest updates are posted on Patreon first, so I’ll have some news for you next week!
Thank you so much for your kind messages! I can’t reply to all of them, but I read as many as I can! Thanks, everyone!
Português
Como vocês sabem as mais recentes atualizações saem no Patreon primeiro, então semana que vem eu terei algumas novidades para vocês!
Muito obrigado pelas mensagens carinhosas! Nem todas podem ser respondidas mas eu leio todas as que posso! Obrigado pessoal!
i apologise for grammatical errors in advance and over use of 'you' ^^;
i did use inspiration from the Game (The Freak Circus) itself, I did change a few words though! so some lines(Mostly Pierrots!) belong to nekoboydreams!!
It was a chilly night and you just closed up the caffe after a long day, you walked down the street towards your apartment. You walked up the stairs to the second floor unlocking your apartment door, stepping inside dropping the bag on the chair along with your jacket. You laid Pierrots paper flower on the desk by the lamp, glancing at it giving a faith smile then turning away *Sigh*
"i left early yet i'm still tired, thank god my shift starts later tomorrow"....
"just a quick shower and i'm crashing the bed"
You took a quick shower, thinking about todays day and the Red circus ticket you recived that was tucked in your wallet. You came out of bathroom shivers crawling down your spine upon being hit by cool air. Closing the balcony door did its charm to keep the room slightly warmer
"Much better"
"Soo exausted... I'll watch a bit of TV until i nod off.."
Moment later you feel asleep, leaving the TV running in the background. Faith shuffling was heard in the room, a tall shadow looming over your sleeping figure. He stepped closer, slowly crawling on the bed over you towards your face
"Ah my lady, You..."
"You are even more beautiful in your sleep."
He exhaled slowly, bringing one of his hands towards your face softly caressing your cheek with the back of his index finger
"So fragile... so defenseless..."
He turned his hand now cupping your cheek brushing his hand over your face slowly, brushing his fingers through your face trying to memorise its shape and softness as he observed your sleepy expression
"You don't even know me... But i know everything about you."
"Every step you take, your routines, your preferences..."
"The way your brow furrows when you are confused... or afraid."
His hand on your face stopped for a brief moment as you sighed in you sleep, before he ran his finger pads down your jawline
"Ah....utterly adorable."
His eyes shifted down towards your neck along with his fingers softly brushing over your jugular veins feeling your soft heart beat, that make his body shiver in excitement
"I knew the moment i saw you... today."
Voice getting deeper, his face flushing in a deep rosy colour as he observed you. His hand moving up, moving your messy bangs from your face tucking them behing your ears
"It might have been just a glance... but something inside me ignited, and now..."
He shifted slightly, approaching your face closer and closer feeling your soft warm breath tickle his face that made him groan
"There is no turning back." "There is nowhere left to run."
His hand trembled at your presence, not knowing where to lay it next
"I needed to see you with my own eyes..."
"To be certain you were real."
Remaining quiet for a bit, leaning down toward your neck nuzzling his face into your neck taking a big inhale of your scent. He let out a shivered groan as he exhaled and inhaled again, his brain getting fuzzy over your scent
"And you are."
"You must be mine."
"You will be mine."
He raised his head staring into your face with bright heart shaped yellow pupils, he took a bit before cupping your face into his hands, his elbows resting against your head. Leaning closer face to face before pressing a careful peck against your cheek, slowly making his way towards your lips. Kissing the corner of your lips made him exhale heavily, getting aroused by the idea of you kissing him while being awake.
"Such soft lips my lady..."
"It's like they were made only for me."
He continued his actions kissing you a bit more firmly, his lips against yours as his thumbs caressed your jawline
"Apologies my lady... but i cannot restrain myself from tasting you further~"
He pressed his body against yours, slipping the tip of his yellow tongue inside your mouth finding its way towards yours. He took a while to explore your mouth through and through observing you closely. He stopped for a moment pulling away from your mouth, peppering your face and neck with soft and quick pecks.
"Such warm and soft skin.."
"If only i could mark you all over your fragile body"
"To show the world who you belong too..."
He pressed his lips against yours again remaining on them for a while before pulling away. He watched you for a while, giving your lips a quick kiss before slowly crawling away from you off of the bed. He turned around the room noticing the running TV he approached the desk for a remote, his hands stopped for a brief moment upon seeing the paper flower he gifted us.
'My lady you... you kept my gift'
He though grinning widely at the flower deep blush remaining on his flustered face. He found the remote turning off the TV in your room, he set the remote down approaching the balcony door quietly opening it to slip out closing it. Giving your sleeping figure one last peak before returning back to the Circus grounds.
!!!
You woke up suddenly sitting up quickly, breathing rapidly
"A nightmare? Few... what a scare, i'm overthinking"
You glanced towards the TV, not remembering turning it off
"i could not have been that tired...right?"
...You smacked your lips together, swallowing down your saliva making a face
"No. i definitely didn't turn it off..."
You said removing the covers sitting on the edge of the bed
"I have such a strange taste in my mouth"
you said looking at my phone, while caressing your own cheek that had a strange feel to it
!!!
"Damn!, I overslept!!"
You quickly stood up rushing towards the bathroom to start a day.
WOWIE i did it! I have created my first post. i hope you guys liked it. I personally feel like it's... alright.
AGAIN A REMINDER INSPIRATION FOR THIS FIC WAS FROM THE GAME (TFC) DAY 1 AFTER MEETING PIERROT! so mentions to the creator nekoboydreams! go support him💙💙
Hcs for Pierrot with a pregnant (gn?) reader <3 (and some hcs after your child was born)
⚝ I read a post about pierrot wanting kids with the reader so desperately but since its not rly possible for a human and a monster he sobbed like a kid and even bought a baby blanket to cope AND I JUST CANNOT ACCEPT THAT (*T^T) so now we all are gonna visit lala land :3 (I sadly cant find that post anymore (╥‸╥) but if anyone knows which one I mean send the link pls! -> Edit: @royallogana found the post that I was talking about! :D)
⚝ While yes this is about a pregnant reader I believe anyone no matter your gender can read this since I never used any gendered names like mother/father for the reader nor described their anatomy (yes mpreg is real in the TFC universe nekoboy himself told me so LMAO)
(English isnt my first and not my second language so pls have mercy ˙𐃷˙)
‧₊˚✧ Enjoy <3 ✧˚₊‧ ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-
♡ The two of you found out about your pregnancy thanks to Pierrots hearing: He was laying on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat (that gave him so much comfort) when he suddenly heard... something else? Was that... a second heartbeat? Small and weak but undeniably the typical rhythmic beating of a heart could be heard coming from the lower part of your body. Pierrot quickly lifted his head to stare into your now wide open eyes. His gaze shifted uncoordinated between your lower tummy and face, not able to say anything. A worried "Whats the matter Pierrot? Are you ok?" left your lips as you tried to make sense out of his odd behaviour. Pierrot was so shocked his soft, weak voice could only stutter "M-my dear... A-are you.. preg-pregnant??" "...WHAT?!"
⚝ Since the child would be half-monster and Pierrot as the father (who is really strong) I think your baby would be a lot stronger than the average human baby. That sadly means their kicks are gonna hurt way more :( and Pierrot would feel so guilty and apologize every single time he sees your pain-stricken face, offering to massage you or make you a hot-water bottle </3
♡ When your bump was starting to show Pierrot was too scared to talk to it because of his voice. But after some persistent encouragement from you he starts talking to your child daily and even tells them (bedtime)stories while gently caressing your rounder belly and kissing it (he would also play his favourite pop songs and lofi playlists so the two or rather three (?) of you could relax <3)
⚝ Pierrot would develop a VERY bad and expensive habit of wanting to buy every baby-item he lays his eyes on, toys, cute little outfits, blankets, pacifiers, bottles, it doesnt matter HE WANTS THEM ALL (Ticket Taker was so pissed at him after seeing the bill of Pierrots first shopping trip, so much so that he forbid Pierrot from spending even 1 centavo (smallest currency in brazil) for over a month)
♡ Pierrot is already a very protective and rather possesive lover but once you are pregnant? It gets a hundred times worse. He starts to growl at people when you are outside and he deems them too close to you (theres a perfectly normal distance between you and them), he would be constantly touching you but mostly by putting his hand on your lower back to support you a little bit, biting you on visible places like your wrists would be a daily occurance
⚝ It drives Pierrot insane with how horny he gets when he sees you pregnant, a small innocent touch is enough to make him pant pathetically, he especially loves it when you two lay on your sides, him right behind your back, so he can hold your round belly and fuck you slow and deep
♡ It would fill Pierrot with a warm and fuzzy feeling knowing that he really marked you from the inside out, you are truly his and he is wholeheartedly yours and he wouldnt have it any other way <3
⚝ I hc that Pierrot is some kind of canine monster and therefore its in his instincts to groom, lick and nuzzle his mate (you), once your pregnancy is known this habits skyrockets, at night when no one else is near and the two of you lay in your shared bed Pierrot is licking your cheek, tummy and chest, covering every inch of your body with his kisses and pressing his whole face into your body to deeply breath in your familiar and comforting smell (he just wants to drown in you)
♡ Pierrot sucking and licking your sensitive nipples so he can drink your milk, hearing your sweet moans and whimpers while also feeling your hand holding and stroking his head, he just loves you so much he wants to taste you so bad (it made him painfully hard when he tasted your milk for the first time)
⚝ So during a pregnancy between two humans its possible for the womans dna to change (this is known as microchimerism and could ex. turn her straight hair curly) so what iiiiiiiff you also change cause you got pregnant by a monster? Your sense of smell, sight and hearing getting more sensitive, craving more red meat, maybe getting more possesive of Pierrot, your own smell could also change slightly so that you smell more monster-like (?), it wouldnt be noticeable for other humans but BOY OH BOY do other monsters notice the change
When your child is here <3
♡ Pierrot would love to bottle feed his child, something about holding the little one close to his chest, listening to their small content noises and knowing that they and you are safe makes him feel at peace
⚝ Pierrot would try many different baby food recipes to find out would his child likes and dislikes (very attentive!)
♡ While laying on your shared bed, your child in the middle Pierrot whisped "Thank you for this precious gift my dear. I promise to always protect our little family no matter what happens." (you and the little one are already asleep)
⚝ I know this sounds delulu as hell but hear me out: Something inside of me deeply trusts Harlequin with the baby. After the baby was born and you were laying in bed with them you would offer Harlequin to hold them, arms already motioning in his direction. Pierrots head would instantly snap towards you thinking that he didnt hear you quite right and even Harley would let out a small, perplexed "..What?". But you just calmly nod to Pierrot to sooth his mind and insist that its okay. After carefully placing the small one on Harleys arms he wanted to stroke their chubby cheek. But the baby grabbed his much bigger finger and started nibbling on it. "Wow Pierrot look at that! Been on earth for only a couple of minutes but already wants to bite me. This is truly your child. " Harlequin joked with an unusually soft smirk/grin causing you to laugh and Pierrot to deadpan. Harley doesnt show it but the fact that you trust him this much with your new born baby means the world to him. (Could be a positive turning point for Pierrots and Harleys relationship)
♡ Harlequin would bond with your kid by teaching them harmless pranks and small ways on how to annoy the others, would stand in the background watching the little one get on Ticket Takers nerves while laughing his ass off, Pierrot would quickly put an end to this and scold Harley and his child (Pierrot cant stay mad at his kid for very long (they inherited his cuteness <3))
⚝ I think Jesters view of you would change slightly after the child was born, seeing that pure and unconditional love in your eyes when you look at the small bundle of joy and also Pierrot made him accept you more as part of their family (tho he would never say that out loud)
♡ Jester would jokingly call your child an "accident": "I havent seen our little accident all day. Where are they? I hope not causing any trouble with Harlequin hmm~" (He would only use the nickname when the kid wouldnt be near enough to hear him)
⚝ Once the baby wouldnt stop crying at night no matter what you and Pierrot did and all of a sudden Ticket Taker entered the red tent with a very tired and slightly annoyed expression, he took the baby from their crib and started to gently sway them in his arms while quietly singing a lullaby you nor Pierrot have ever heard. The loud screaming and crying stopped, Ticket Taker softly put them in their crib again and went back to his tent without saying a word, leaving Pierrot and you dumbfounded but ultimatly very grateful (you two wanted to thank him properly the next day but he acted as if nothing meaningful happened)
♡ Doctor would ask if he could do some research on your child, assuring that he would of course be very careful and never do anything that would hurt the little one (fearing that Pierrots uncontrollable wrath would otherwise meet him), afterall a human-monster-hybrid is extremely rare and the research results could greatly help with your childs health in the future and perhaps other monster-human-couples. So Pierrot and you hesitantly agree to Doctors proposal under the condition that Pierrot will be watching over his child while Doctor does the necesarry procedures
⚝ Pierrot would love to teach your kid how to fish just like his parents did with him <3 he would turn it into a whole family trip where everyone goes to the beach, you would relax on the sand enjoying the sun while he would be in the water with your child having fun, the trip would end with a big picnic with everyones favourite food that Pierrot prepared Harlequin would bring a water gun and teach the kid how to use it and tell them to shoot Pierrot
Jester: Would be MORTIFIED he'd never show it, but a child? Would you even live long enough to raise it? He'd feel as if it's another responsibility on his head would even question you, "Would your fragile human body even be able to handle such thing as a monster halfling?"
But if pierrot insists, he'll accept defeat and make sure all your tasks are around the doctor's tent, He might think of it as a good thing a part of you will always be around pierrot even after your death.
Tickettaker: he'd start calculating all the child expenses RIGHT AWAY on the side he'd probably make the baby feeding schedule, but you can bet Harlequin's never getting his name on that schedule, he's really excited to make new schedules
Harlequin: He'd crack a joke or two about how freaky you two must've been to wind up with a semi-impossible kid, but deep down he'll feel a tad bit of jealousy also maybe happy...just a bit he'd poke SO MUCH FUN AT YOUR CRAVINGS
Doctor: he'd be so surprised, but you'll be his new subject he'll invent Prenatals so you don't have to consume flesh, expect to wake up with him hovering over your head " You have slept 6 hours and 45 minutes...its not good for you, you need 10:35 minutes"
Last but not least the father to be!
Pierrot : he'd be confused at first, but then he'd be so excited. It would be like those disney happy endings He watched on repeat, he'd be the one to confront jester all puppy eyed and adorable
EXPECT him to monitor you more then doctor He's an excellent observer he'll get emotional hearing the baby's heart beat, he's going to make your EVERY CRAVING ice-cream pickles with cherries? DONE , jester would probably not allow him to be present during your labour he'd get so emotional he'll flat out use his voice by accident Not to mention he'd interrupt mid labour to comfort you "My dearest You'll be fine it's okay ITS GOING TO BE FINE doctor FIX MY DEAREST"
Hello everyone! Neko here. I know I haven’t been very active lately I’ve been focusing more on the script and a few other things for you all, and I’ll be talking about that soon! I’ve also put together a small roadmap with the next steps I’m working on, and I’ll be pinning it to my profile as well.
Script writing (I’m currently at the final stage here)
Script revision
Start fixing code issues and some smaller bugs that haven’t been addressed yet
Begin programming the update
Beta testing phase
Half of the programming completed
Initial testing for connections with previous routes
Finalizing the code
Final testing and code review
Final translation and possible voice acting for more lines
Next week I’ll be focusing exclusively on the script until it’s finished so I can start revising it! So I won’t be online much either, but I already have a few separate asks to answer or help the mods answer!
Thank you so much for the support and the kind messages!
PSA; Gender is NOT the same as sex. Gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with Leviathan tonight. Stay safe and stay informed <3
hello! this is another one of those things i dreamed about and couldnt stop thinking about. so, my dearest readers, i hope you enjoy!
WARNINGS: jester x reader, pierrot x reader, exhibition, sorta poly? not anything established tho, pierrot lowk gets cucked but he likes it, praise, degrading, AFAB reader, genderneutral reader, petplay, sub reader, dom jester, jester calls reader 'it' in a degrading way, boot worship, orgasm denial, overstimulation, spanking, squirting, pierrot has a knot (ofc<3), jester has a tentacle-like dick, size kink, jester is bad at feelings but he's not cruel, dubcon just in case but reader is into it trust, uhh i think thats it
WC: 8.3k
The circus stayed in town for roughly a month. In that time, Pierrot had spent every moment he could with you- either with you at the circus with him, him at the cafe as you worked, or at your apartment. After about a month, however, ticket sales had dropped; the circus was losing interest. So came the time for the circus to move locations.
Pierrot dropped the news on you suddenly, his eyes teary and hands trembling. He had promised you that, somehow, he’d find a way to take you with him. You knew he’d find a way, but you couldn’t help the anxiety creeping up your spine as the fliers filled the street, advertising The Freak Circus’s Last Act: You Don’t Wanna Miss It!
Each day you went without news from Pierrot was another day you were scared you’d lose him.
Sure, he was creepy at first. Stalking you silently, showing up to your fucking apartment, dragging you into unthinkable horrors. But you couldn’t help but fall for his big doe eyes gazing at you with adoration, the constant praise falling from his lips, assuring you his heart, his very being, belonged only to you.
“My dear!” Pierrot chirped, opening the balcony door you made a habit of leaving unlocked, just for him. You jumped in surprise. It had been two nights since he’d shown up, and you were increasingly terrified you’d lose him. You stood up, rushing towards him as you embraced him tightly.
“My Pierrot…” you sighed, relaxing into his familiar scent. He hummed, holding you just as tightly, reassuring you he missed you just as badly as you had missed him.
“I have incredible news, my love,” he said as he pulled back, holding your hands in his as he bounced lightly on his feet, excitement shining in his every feature. You tilted your head, waiting for him to tell you. “I spoke with Jester. It took some convincing, but he said you could come with us,” he said quickly, gazing at you with intensity.
He knew it was a big request, asking you to uproot your entire life to become nomadic with a troupe of monsters, but he prayed your love for him would override all of that. Of course, if you weren’t sure, he would find a way to convince you.
“For real??” you exclaimed, relief and joy washing over you. He nodded.
“Yes! Will you come? I cannot lie, my love, you would not be able to have contact with, well, anyone… But I swear, I will work the rest of my life to make up for it!” he assured, the hope in every fiber of his being making the air thick around him. You let out a breathy laugh.
“I’m not leaving much anyway, you know that. But how did you convince Jester? I know he’s… less than ecstatic about humans,” you pointed out. Pierrot bared his teeth in an awkward expression, avoiding eye contact.
“About that… he wants to speak with you?” he hissed apologetically. You paled. Of course, you trusted that Pierrot wouldn’t let anything harm you, but Jester as a person set off alarm bells in your head. He was like a siren almost, all sleek beauty wrapped in barbed wire, that hypnotic edge in his voice making you shudder just as much as it made you want to hear more. You figured that was why he led the circus, his charm undeniable, but still, every conversation you’d had with him had ended, well, threateningly, to say the least. Still, you would do what you had to to stay with Pierrot.
“I can do that,” you said after a deep sigh. “When does he want to meet?” you asked. Pierrot grinned.
“Right now! Let's go,” he waved. Your eyes widened.
“Now?? I’m in sleep clothes! Don’t I at least get a little bit to prepare?” you cried, already feeling fear building in your tummy.
“Oh! You can change if you’d like,” he smiled, as if that solved everything. You groaned softly.
“Fine, just- uh- wait by the front door for me?” you asked softly. Pierrot nodded.
“Of course my love. Call for me if you need me,” he smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before bounding off for your kitchen. After he left, you sank into your bed, hands covering your face as you desperately tried to calm yourself. Relax, it’s just Jester. Charming, gorgeous, absolutely terrifying Jester. How bad could this be?
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t put at least a little more thought into your outfit as usual. In your head, this was equivalent to a job interview in terms of formality. So, you put on nicer clothes than usual, rolling your sleeves up so as to not overheat in the warm night’s air. After studying yourself for a moment in the mirror, you anxiously stepped into the kitchen, waving at Pierrot.
“Are you ready, my dear?” he asked. You nodded, taking a deep breath. “You look radiant, love,” he praised, holding out a hand for you to take. You blushed as you took his hand. Always such a gentleman.
Pierrot was silent on the walk to the circus, as always. Normally, you filled the silent air with soft rambles, Pierrot always happy just to hear your voice. Tonight, however, you were just as silent as Pierrot, wringing your hands out nervously.
The circus was still buzzing with people, though less than you were used to seeing, proof of the declining ticket sales the circus was facing. Jester’s tent was clearly closed for the night, though you saw Harlequin’s tent flap open, people actively filing in. As you walked in, Ticket Taker was greeting guests. Seeing you and Pierrot, however, he paused. After studying the two of you for a moment, he bowed his head.
“Good luck. And Pierrot- be good,” he said cryptically, doing nothing for your buzzing nerves. Pierrot nodded enthusiastically as you shuddered, giving him a small thumbs up. Ticket Taker looked almost pleased, his sadistic side clearly enjoying your obvious show of fear. Pierrot softly led you to Jester’s tent, traversing the pitch black inside with ease. He guided you through the sea of chairs, past the stage and into the back, where a soft light emanated. There was a long table set up, one chair on each end and two chairs on either side. Seated at the very end like a king on a throne was Jester, idly reading. His posture was relaxed, leaned back in the chair with his legs elegantly crossed, the picture of regality. Hearing the two of you walk in, he folded over the ear of the page he was on. You distantly thought that he seemed more the type to use a bookmark, but you supposed he was hard to pin down.
“Ah, Pierrot! And you brought your little doggy, too. What a treat!” he greeted warmly. Pierrot nodded, padding up to Jester, hand still tightly intertwined with yours. “Pierrot, you can sit. Pet, you stay there,” he ordered. Pierrot gave you a reassuring look, before sitting at the nearest chair. Jester turned his chair to fully face you, resting his head on his hand as he studied you like a specimen under a microscope.
“Um, how are you?” you greeted with a nervous smile. Jester laughed, a mocking, heartless sound.
“Oh Pierrot, you haven’t trained him very well. What makes you think you can speak without permission? Did I say you could speak, human?” Jester spoke condescendingly. Even sitting down, the two of you were nearly at eye level thanks to his height advantage. You looked around, making eye contact with Pierrot, who just sat still, calm, studying the situation.
Gee, thanks. Guess I’m alone in this, you thought bitterly.
“Um- I- I’m sorry,” you whispered, bowing your head. Jester snickered.
“Still talking~” he purred, bouncing his foot lackadaisically. You opened your mouth like a fish out of water, before glancing at Pierrot. He glanced back at you, his eyes nearly pleading. Please, my love, do as he says.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Jester asked. You looked up at him, shaking your head. He smiled. “Good job~” he purred in response to your silence. “Well- if you’re going to stay with the circus, sweet human, you and Pierrot both need to understand something.” He leaned in closer, uncrossing his legs as he rested his elbows on his on his knees, glowering at you menacingly. “You may be Pierrot’s little pet, but when I say jump, you say how high. This circus works because we follow rules- and, everyone contributes. Should I let you stay, it will not be a free ride. Understand?” he asked lowly, voice a menacing rumble. You swallowed nervously, nodding. You glanced over at Pierrot yet again, and he was nodding, listening intently to Jester. He looked over at you, sensing your gaze, and gave you a warm smile. You smiled back softly.
Hearing Jester sigh, your gaze was drawn back to him. “He’s not the one speaking to you right now, is he? Eyes on me,” he purred out. You couldn’t help the soft, terrified whimper that slipped past your lips. You looked at him with wide, terrified doe eyes, making him soften just a bit. “I know, pet, you want to be a good little human for me, hm?”
You glanced over to Pierrot on instinct, before snapping your gaze right back to Jester, biting your lip to hold back an apology. Jester chuckled, raking his gaze over your trembling form in thought.
“I’ll make a deal with you, pet. If you can be good for me, do exactly as I say, and if Pierrot can be a good boy and not try and intervene, I’ll gladly let you stay with us! Of course, I’m only doing this because I need to make sure you’re capable of following orders, for the benefit of the circus. Does that sound alright to you?” Jester cooed out. You kept your eyes pointedly on him, though you watched Pierrot in your peripheral. He seemed to tense a bit, but nodded at Jester. You nodded as well, holding eye contact as you desperately tried to gauge where this was going. “Speak, pet. I want to be sure you understand.”
“Yes, Jester, I understand,” you mumbled. He let out an appreciative hum.
“Good. Now, kneel.”
You blinked at him in shock. You knew it would likely be some humiliating request, but the intimate undertone was outside of your expectations. He blinked at you, mocking the stupid way your eyes shone like a deer in headlights. After coming to your senses, you took a deep breath. For Pierrot.
You hit the ground as you let your knees give out, landing roughly on the tent’s floor. You hadn’t meant to comply so submissively, but Jester’s innate dominance had your mind reacting in ways you wished you could ignore.
“Good job, sweet human! You learn so quickly,” Jester cooed out. His praises were nearly as cruel as his threats, the saccharine tone seeming to imply that you were too stupid to understand his words, the dramatic lilt reminding you the way you’d talk to a beloved pet who didn’t understand English. It made your face burn red in humiliation. Worse, it had your heart racing more than it should- and not just from fear.
“Aren’t they doing such a good job, Pierrot?” Jester asked. You glanced over at Pierrot on instinct. His face was dusted with light pink, blinking down at you with intensity burning in his eyes. He nodded.
Your face burned a darker red at the feeling of cool leather on the side of your face. Taking a deep breath, you let the feeling guide you to look back at Jester, who raised a brow at you cryptically. You let out a soft, involuntary squeak as you realized Jester’s shoe was pressed up against the side of your face, forcing you to look up at him.
“Hm, how disappointing. I praise you, and you break the rules right after? Now, now, pet, you can do better than that,” he pouted in exaggerated disappointment. You took a deep breath, biting your tongue softly. For some reason, his disappointment hit hard, burrowing deep into your bones. “Y’know, as much of a brat as you are, I can see why our dearest Pierrot has gained such a liking to you. You have this naivety about you, like a little angel just begging for someone to come clip its wings.”
You found yourself nodding along to Jester’s words almost absentmindedly, drawn in by his hypnotic tone. Hearing a small bell jingle beside you, you were suddenly reminded of Pierrot’s presence. Your brow furrowed, guilt settling in your chest. Pierrot was so devoted to you, so sweet and loving, but the more Jester spoke, the more you found yourself hanging on to every syllable. You realized with a small whimper how good it felt to listen to Jester. You found yourself wanting to be good for him. Still, you felt guilty for the small part of you that was enjoying this. You didn’t know if it was better or worse that Pierrot was witnessing it.
“Aren’t you warm in those clothes, dear?” Jester asked in that same, mocking tone. You found yourself nodding, before you truly realized the implications. He hummed in amusement. “Why don’t you take them off for me then, hn? We wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable while you’re trying to be good for me, now would we?” he purred dangerously, as if daring you to deny him in any way.
You found your hands twitching at the hem of your shirt, biting your lip. It took every ounce of strength you had to not turn towards Pierrot, finding yourself craving his blessing. It felt wrong to let anyone but Pierrot see you in such an intimate light, but you swallowed your pride anyway, slowly peeling your top over your head. You wrung your hands out nervously as you looked up at Jester now shirtless, already feeling exposed. He cocked his head towards you expectantly, making you shiver. You pressed your lips together, tensing your hands for a moment, the stim a pitiful attempt to relieve some of that building tension.
His silence was a sharp juxtaposition from Pierrot’s onslaught of praise anytime you found yourself bare in front of him. You were so used to your sweet boyfriend that Jester’s silence sounded alarm bells in your mind. You heard Pierrot’s breath deepen at seeing you in this state, but you didn’t dare look back at him. You longed to know how he felt about this- was he jealous? Turned on?
Perhaps more than that, you longed to hear that degrading praise fall from Jester’s lips- you longed to hear him call you a sweet little thing, to hear him tell you how good you were doing just for him. You were a bit embarrassed by the need evident in how you fumbled while unbuttoning your pants, pushing them down with more force than you intended. You didn’t bother looking back at Jester for reassurance before you pushed your underwear down with them, your mind increasingly taken over by the need to please him. It was only once you looked up again, seeing that smug look in his eyes as he watched your pitiful show of desperation did you remember where you were. You softly covered your chest, feeling exposed. Jester tutted softly, that grin still marking his face as he used his boot once again to maneuver you, knocking your hands away with force.
“Such a sweet little pet, hm? Such a good human for me. Isn’t that right, Pierrot?” Jester cooed enthusiastically, cupping his hands together in a show of joy. You fought the urge to look over at your lover, Jester’s eyes narrowing in amusement at how quick you were to catch on. You heard the jingle of bells as you assumed Pierrot nodded. “Oh, come now, Pierrot, I know at this point they’ve heard you speak. Now, aren’t they such a good little thing?”
“S- so good. My dear one,” you heard Pierrot sigh wistfully. Jester grinned.
“Aw, isn’t he so sweet, my dear human? Maybe when I’m done playing with you I’ll let you thank him,” he hummed, tapping one foot on the ground as he thought for a moment, studying you. You squeezed your hands tight, practically pawing at the ground as you tried to soothe that exposed feeling in your chest. The room settled into nothing but the sound of the three of you’s breath, Jester watching you unnervingly close as he enjoyed the sight of you squirming.
After what felt like an eternity of writhing under his scrutiny, he finally spoke again. “Come closer,” he said, gaze holding steady with yours. Your face burned hot with humiliation as you realized you’d have to crawl to him. Crawling close enough to rest your forehead against his knee if he so wished, you stopped, looking up at him. His eyes began to glow that hypnotic, dazzling purple as they gazed down at you, reveling in your humiliation. “My boots are all dirty from my performance earlier. Won’t you do something about that?” His tone was suggestive, but you knew his request was anything but. Should you decline, at best you’d never see the circus again.
You didn’t want to think of the worst.
With a soft grimace, you cowed down, scooting back a few inches to allow your mouth room to service his boot. He let out a breathy hum, clearly entertained. You lolled your tongue out of your mouth, licking over the top of his boot. Instead of the metallic taste of blood, or the earthy taste of dirt you were expecting, you were pleasantly surprised to feel nothing but clean, cool leather, insinuating he cleaned his boots just for this. You ignored the way your tummy knotted up at the idea of him preparing for this, instead licking at his boot with more enthusiasm. If you had more of a mind, you’d resent yourself for being so submissive for the Jester, but you quickly found yourself swept up in each task of his. You always liked being told what to do- it was simpler, letting someone else think for you, decide what you should and shouldn’t be doing. Before you knew it, your small kitten licks turned into kisses, which turned into soft sucks against the now-slick leather. You passionately made out with his boot, shuddering as your palms braced flat against the floor.
“See? What have I told you, Pierrot? Humans are fragile creatures. Even if they appear dominant, appear to like control… they all become submissive little pets when they learn their place~”
You heard Pierrot take in a sharp breath. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, shaky. “I’ve never seen you so… submissive, my dear,” he commented. Jester tutted above you as you paused, coming to your senses a bit. You felt the hard sole of his other boot press into the back of your head, forcing you back to your task.
“Pierrot, you must learn that, during training sessions, you shouldn’t speak to the pet directly. You don’t want it thinking it’s in charge, hm? Only regard your pet with commands, praise, or discipline,” Jester informed, his tone light and helpful, like you weren’t drooling all over his boot during his little speech.
‘O- oh. Ok,” Pierrot stammered. You could tell he felt bad, putting you in this degrading situation, but you also knew him well enough to know when his voice shook from guilt, or from pleasure. You could tell he was getting off on this just as much as Jester was, though if it was from seeing you so submissive, or seeing you so into it, you weren’t sure.
“Pet. Up,” Jester demanded suddenly. The weight of his heel leaving the top of your head. You couldn’t help the pout on your face, giving one last reverent suck to the top of his now shiny boot before sitting up. Jester kissed his teeth. “Faster, next time. Now- stand,” he ordered. You complied, faster this time as you stood in front of him, legs straining after kneeling for so long.
You felt his two large, clawed hands wrap around your waist, picking you up like you weighed nothing. The cool wood of the table met your ass as he placed you there, manhandling your limbs how he wanted them like you were nothing more than a doll. He moved your arms behind your back and spread your legs widely. You found yourself whimpering with shame as strings of slick connected your thighs as they were knocked open. You hadn’t even realized you were that aroused, but now that you were aware, it was borderline torture. Jester chuckled as Pierrot growled softly.
“They like being touched there…” Pierrot mumbled, dazed at the sight of your arousal. Jester rolled his eyes, glancing at Pierrot.
“They all like being touched there. But this isn’t about our pretty little pet, so it can wait,” Jester said disapprovingly. You heard Pierrot let out a soft whimper from beside you.
“They get sensitive, very easily. They tell me it hurts when they’re too aroused. I don’t want my dear one in pain,” Pierrot lamented. While Jester’s gaze was locked onto Pierrot, you risked a quick glance over, being sure to not move your head an inch. Pierrot had a line of drool trailing down his mask, eyes wide and needy, pupils heart shaped as he glanced between you and Jester apologetically, desperately trying to plead your case.
You turned your gaze back to Jester, jumping as his face was right in front of yours, grin wide and sadistic as his eyes glowed that steady, lavender hue. A shudder wracked your spine, knowing damn well you willingly broke his rule.
“Guess you still need some breaking in, hn?” he asked rhetorically. Sitting back in his chair, he leaned back, crossing his legs once again as he studied your bare form, on display for him. You didn’t dare move from the position he’d put you in, instead staying still to wait for more instruction.
“Where does your ‘dear one’ feel the most pleasure from, Pierrot?” Jester asked. You couldn’t help the slight brightening of your eyes, his words carrying a promise of pleasure.
“They like their clit being rubbed,” he informed, seemingly just as excited as you were. Jester nodded, hand on his chin in thought.
“Alright. Pet, touch yourself for us; we want a show.”
You wasted no time in bringing one hand to your dripping cunt, two fingers immediately moving to rub circles around your swollen clit. Jester tutted, shaking his head. You paused, but didn’t move your hand.
“No, not there. Just your needy hole,” he corrected. You bit your lip, brow furrowing in a silent plea. Seeing Jester’s unwavering grin, you let out a sharp, almost bratty whine. Even so, you relaxed a bit as you slid two fingers inside yourself, satiating that needy burn for a bit as you slid them against your gspot, curling them in.
“Gah~” you gasped out, leaning forward a bit as you rocked your hips into the feeling. Your eyes slipped shut as you lost yourself in the pleasure. God, you couldn’t remember being this worked up before, but something about the way Jester used you, commanded you in a way that was obvious it was only for his amusement, made your pussy leak.
Hearing a sharp snap, your body jolted, eyes shooting open. Your eyes widened as you saw Jester, holding a small paddle- when did he get that?- smacking it against his palm.
“I want to see those pretty eyes glaze over as you work yourself against that pitiful hand of yours. Won’t you do that for me, sweet thing?” he asked, pointedly twirling the paddle. You shivered, nodding, glancing between him and the paddle with anxiety. It was sleek, a dark purple leather that reflected the same color as his hair, with a diamond cutout on one side, no doubt leaving its mark when it cracked against your skin. It was custom made, you were sure, and you were more sure that he knew exactly how to use it.
You kept rubbing the pads of your fingers against your gspot, moaning softly as you fought the urge to let your eyes slip shut. Keeping eye contact with Jester didn’t prove easy either, not with the intense way his eyes glowed, seeming to pin you in place with just a look. After a few minutes of the room being filled with just your soft groans and loud, slick noises, your brow furrowed. It felt good, amazing, especially being watched like this, but…
“Aw, is the little human frustrated they can’t cum like this? Jester cooed mockingly. You pouted up at him, nodding pitifully. The pressure against your gspot was delicious, the friction of your fingers inside of you soothing that ache in your walls, but without a hand rubbing your clit, all it did was make you throb, your hips bucking against the air. Pierrot whined softly, clearly distressed at seeing you so needy. He never was one to deny you anything, making you cum before you even realized you were close, so seeing you this worked up was nearly physically painful for him.
Jester laughed at seeing how the two of you drove each other up a wall, you and Pierrot’s emotions acting as if they were in sync. You were sure that, if you looked over, his face would mirror yours- desperate need showing in every breath.
“Can they cum?” Pierrot whimpered out, voice breathy. Jester eyed you up and down, that devious grin etched into his face.
“Eventually. When it can’t take anymore,” he purred, bringing the leather paddle up and licking a long stripe down its side, his bright purple tongue nearly matching the length of the paddle. Your eyes went wide with need at the sight of the appendage, your fingers grinding harder into your gspot, only making you that much more frustrated. “Aww, need something, pet?” Jester cooed out. You nodded. “Well, what is it? I don’t know unless you tell me,” he enticed.
“P- please, let me- fuck- let me cum-!” You pleaded, voice catching on your breathy whimpers. Jester hummed out, the sound echoing his pleasure at seeing you so wrecked. He stood from his chair, stroking the paddle along the length of his hand as he approached you.
“How many times have you broken our little rules tonight?” He purred out, leaning in close to speak directly in your ear. You didn’t dare stop your motions, instead trying to remember each time you were reprimanded.
“U- um, I- I dunno, twice?” you squeaked out. He chuckled darkly, leaning in closer, his breath fanning over the side of your neck.
“Four, on my count,” he corrected. You bit your lip, swallowing down a whimper as he gently caressed the leather in his hands. You jumped yet again as he hit it against his palm, the loud sound grating your already shot nerves. “Now, I could hold those against you, sweet one, but you’ll find I can be kind when it counts. So, instead of keeping a tally of all your wrongdoings, I suppose it’s only fair to allow you a chance to atone- with a punishment, of course,” he grinned, moving from your ear to your line of sight. He took over all of your vision, his shining, purple eyes boring into your very being. Your breaths mingled, your hot, quick pants against his calm, collected breaths.
You paused the motions of your hand as you gazed at Jester, head swimming with the offer. You knew it would hurt, but you also knew that, at this point, you’d do nearly anything the monster asked of you.
“That’s five~ wanna answer me before you get to six?” he asked, face shining with his sadism. You blinked in shock, but before you could plead your case, he was one step ahead of you. “I never told you to stop touching yourself, silly,” he pointed out. You squeaked, beginning to thrust your fingers in and out of your needy hole again. He chuckled, patting your face in a way that could nearly be mistaken for affection.
“Y- yes, punish me Jester. Please, let me be good again,” you whimpered, blinking up at him with wide, naive eyes. He cupped your face in both his hands, rubbing over your cheekbones with his thumbs.
“Such a good little lamb, begging so sweetly. Come, then, stand up,” he ordered. You began to remove your fingers from your heat, but he used the tip of the paddle to keep them in place, raising a brow at you. You nearly teared up from the embarrassment. For some reason, standing up and touching yourself felt a whole lot more degrading than simply sitting down for them. Still, you complied. Once you stood, fingers buried in your cunt and still grinding away at your walls, you awaited your next order.
“Bend over the table, pet,” he commanded. You immediately obeyed, already fearing your punishment, and not wanting to provoke him more than you already had. Your thighs shook as you moved, the pleasure assaulting your cunt not giving your body much of a break, leaving you feeling weak. In a moment of mercy, Jester swatted your hand away softly with the paddle, allowing your poor hand and pussy a break.
You shivered as you felt the cool leather caress the swell of your ass, your body leaning towards the touch on instinct.
“Are they a masochist, Pierrot?” Jester asked.
“Don’t hurt them,” Pierrot growled out. You kept your face tucked into your arm, already knowing the repercussions of looking at your dear boyfriend.
“Oh. you can’t tell me you’ve never hurt them, Pierrot. I still see your bite marks,” Jester crooned out. It was true, Pierrot adored marking you up, and you’d be lying if you said the pain didn’t make you cum twice as hard.
You heard the heavy sound of footsteps, and you could tell by the brush of fabric on your thigh that Pierrot was leaning over Jester intimidatingly.
“Don’t. Hurt. them.”
“Pierrot, remind me of the rule we agreed on at the beginning?” Jester hummed calmly, as if he expected this. Pierrot paused.
“That they would listen to you…”
“And?”
“...That I would not interfere…”
“Good boy, Pierrot. Now, do you want to go sit back down?”
You listened with baited breath, praying you’d hear the heavy thuds of Pierrot’s retreating footsteps. Instead, you heard the jingling of his bells, and you assumed he was shaking his head in denial. Shockingly, Jester stayed calm.
“I promise, I won’t hurt your dear one more than they want. Isn’t that right, lamb? You like the pain, right?” he purred out, trailing the edge of the paddle up your exposed spine, making you shiver. Even if you didn’t have masochistic tendencies, you’d do anything to stay with Pierrot. So-
“I- it’s ok, Pierrot. I’m ok,” you assured shakily. After a few tense moments, you heard Pierrot retreat. Jester let out a pleased hum.
“Good job, sweet human. Now, are you ready?” Jester asked. Before you could answer, he cut you off. “Good!” he chirped. “Now, count for me, pet,” he ordered.
That was your only warning. You yelped as the leather cracked against your ass, the sting making you groan. You rocked your ass back, silently begging him to rub over the inflamed skin, soothe the ache. Jester, of course, did not grant you this.
“Count,” he ordered again.
“One-! One-” you panted out. Just as you caught your breath, he slapped the other cheek, making you groan through grit teeth. “T- two-” you growled out, eyes squeezed shut.
By the time he was done with the paddle, you’d received ten hits. Your slick dripped steadily to the floor, your thighs and cunt glistening with your arousal.
“See, Pierrot? Told you they’d like it,” Jester commented smugly. His voice was farther away now, and you assumed he was sitting back in his chair.
“I guess…” Pierrot mumbled. It was clear he was fighting the urge to comfort you, his voice strained and tense, though he also sounded slightly breathless, giving way to his arousal at your rough treatment.
“Dear one, remember those five extra hits next time your lover here wants to get mouthy with me. You’re expected to keep him in check from now on, after all,” Jester hummed. You whined, nodding. “Now, stand up and face me,” Jester ordered. You breathed for a moment, trying to find the strength. You pushed yourself up on two arms, shaking like a leaf as the sting of your ass still clouded your mind. After finally managing to get vertical, you panted for another moment, as you turned, leaning against the table as you gazed at Jester.
“Good job, pet! So obedient after your punishment, hm? Now, come,” he said, two fingers beckoning you to him. You bounded forwards, legs shaking like a fawn as you approached him. He grabbed you by your hips, roughly manhandling your body like you were a mindless doll, same as before. You let him do as he pleased, pulling you into his lap as you were forced to straddle him, arms guided to the rests of the chair. The silent command echoed loudly in your head. You weren’t to touch him without his permission.
You watched with near reverent intensity as Jester reached into his pants, cupping his cock with a large hand. Your gaze followed the motion, face burning red at the promise of more pleasure.
“Oh, do have some decency. Eyes on me, lamb,” he chastised. It seemed he had become fond of calling you ‘lamb.’ At the very least, it was less degrading than constantly being called ‘pet.’
You held eye contact as he pulled himself out of the confines of his clothes. You tried desperately to see his length in your peripheral vision, but it was a hopeless endeavor.
“You’ve taken all of Pierrot, right? Knot included?” he asked. You nodded.
“They still struggle with the knot, Jester,” Pierrot warned softly. Jester hummed, looking you over.
“It’ll be a tight fit…” he thought out loud. You felt the tip of his… cock? At your entrance. It didn’t feel like a cockhead, but you had no doubt what it was. The tip was tapered, thin, almost tentacle-like as it threatened to breach the entrance of your cunt. You shivered, rocking down towards it, earning you nothing but a quick smack to your thigh. “Think they can take all of me, Pierrot?” Jester asked.
You truly thought Pierrot would have been jealous, another man fucking you. Hell, he got upset when Harlequin even made eye contact with you. So, you found yourself entirely shocked upon hearing Pierrot’s response.
“Please, Jester. They can take it,” Pierrot whimpered. You whipped your head back, eyes wide as you looked at Pierrot. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him- drool dripping off the edge of his mask, his brow furrowed and his pupils blown out hearts. He had his cock out, one hand squeezing around the base, where his knot would inflate, the other stroking from the middle to the tip slowly. Upon seeing your face, he showed a silly grin, stroking faster as he began panting.
Taking advantage of your shock, Jester let go of your hips, letting gravity do its job. Half his cock impaled into you at once, punching the air out of your lungs. His tentacle-like cock was thin at the tip, but quickly tapered into something wider, being nearly as thick as Pierrot’s knot at its widest point. You cried out, hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly as your cunt hungrily swallowed his length.
Jester roughly squeezed your cheeks in his hands, forcing your gaze back to him. “Keep. Your. Eyes. On. Me. Are you too stupid to understand that?” he sneered cruelly, forcing more of his cock inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as that thin tip pressed against your cervix, grinding against the ring of muscle as he glared down at you.
“Fuck- fuck, please Jester too- too much, I-” you babbled out, hips bouncing down against his cock, your body torn between pushing him away or begging for more.
“I suggest you stop talking now, pet,” Jester hissed, voice threateningly close to your ear. You whined out, clenching your jaw and trying to breathe. “God, Pierrot, how do you get anything done with this thing? All good and obedient, but the second it gets any kind of pleasure, and you’re training it all over again!” Jester sighed in exaggerated exasperation.
“They just get overwhelmed,” Pierrot panted out in your defense, the sounds of his self pleasure reaching your ears.
You growled out a moan as two firm hands clasped onto your hips, pulling you down further. Your eyes shot open as you felt pressure increasing against your cervix, his tip threatening to breach it. You gazed at Jester with wide eyes, watching his disapproving expression morph into a sadistic grin.
“Don’t worry, sweet human, it’ll give. And it’ll feel so good when it does,” he moaned out. At the same time, you felt a hot liquid pool against the entrance to your womb. That tingly, warm feeling spread, lighting up your entire lower tummy with that addictive feeling. After a few moments, you felt Jester pull you down once again. With a bit of force, his cock popped in, your spine shooting up straight with the mind-numbing pleasure.
“Ghmm, fuck, Jesterr-” you garbled out, body going lax as your eyes rolled back almost painfully. You were sure Jester chastised you, but you felt lost in the feeling of his cock sliding into your deepest parts. Electricity shot up your spine, down your shaking thighs and through your pussy as you struggled to cope. “Close-!” you squealed out, your high already threatening to hit you.
You yelped as you felt the sharp crack of leather against your thigh, pulling you back down to Earth. “Bad. Bad lamb, no!” Jester scolded, truly treating you like a pet. You whined, recoiling slightly. You fought to bring your gaze back to him, your eyes rolling around in dazed circles before you finally registered his form. He was glaring down at you, and you felt how tight his hands were holding your hips. “You don’t speak without permission. And you do not cum unless I tell you to,” he seethed out, glowering down at you. You felt drool slip past your lips, your eyelids fluttering. You tried, you really tried to listen to what he was saying, but you could only grasp that he was upset, your mind not quite understanding why.
“Hnn?” you whined in question, head lolling to the side. Jester’s gaze softened, his tight grip loosening on your hips in favor of cupping your face in his hands.
“They-they got really cockdrunk on my k-knot the first time, too,” Pierrot commented, his voice breaking a bit from the pleasure.
“Ah, sweet lamb, you’re just a stupid human, hm? Too dumb to know right from wrong the second this slutty cunt gets what it wants?” Jester cooed out. Your mind didn’t quite latch on to the words, but seeing Jester nod at you as you tried to figure it out, you found yourself nodding along. Fuck, you’d agree to anything he said right now, so long as his cock kept throbbing against your walls like that. “Listen, pet,” he purred out, leaning in closer. You leaned in as well, nodding. “Don’t speak, don’t cum. Got it?” he spoke slowly. After a few seconds, your eyes widened, and you found yourself nodding in agreement. He smiled softly, patting your face affectionately before they found purchase on your hips again.
He slowly lifted you up off his cock, only far enough that he slipped out of your cervix. Before you could whine at the loss, you cried out, being dropped on his entire length yet again. You heard Jester hum above you, grinding you down on his cock as he revelled in the feeling of your spasming walls.
“Good pet, you feel good. Now, keep going for me,” he hummed, hands moving from your hips. You wasted no time in raising up on shaky legs before slamming back down on his cock, a silent scream faltering on your lips.
You heard Pierrot groan from beside the two of you, enraptured at the pleasure you were struggling to take. You set a quick pace on Jester’s cock, bouncing on it like it was a life line. At his base, he was thick, enough to make your walls sore, and around the circumference of his dick, you felt rings, raised up bands that rubbed deliciously at your walls. Once you had set a good pace, you lost yourself in the motions, the only thing playing in your head being don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum…
You nearly shrieked as you felt one of Jester’s fingers begin rubbing soft circles around your clit. You jerked once, twice, before bounding down harder on him. “Don’ cmmm~” you slurred out in a whisper, panting hard as you tried so desperately to not break the rules.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Be good for me,” Jester soothed, mask brushing your cheek as he spoke low into your ear. His tongue licked a hot stripe up the edge of your ear, before nibbling softly at the lobe. You sobbed, everything feeling too much, too much-
You stopped moving altogether, holding your breath as you fought desperately to not break the rules. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, only making it harder on you. “Come on, keep up,” Jester cooed out. You whined, shaking your head.
“Gon’ cum-” you hissed out, eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He chuckled.
“Well, don’t do that, either. Come on, I know you have more in you,” he urged, hand moving to your hip. He guided you to lean forward, before rocking you against him, your clit rubbing up against the base of his cock. You shook your head, hands moving to push against his chest.
“Nuh-uh, I can’t- I-” you pleaded desperately. You heard a groan beside you, and you turned your head on instinct. You watched in defeat as Pierrot’s large hand milked against his knot as he shot ropes of cum against himself, thighs twitching as face flushed a bright red, gazing at you in a way that almost felt like worship.
Really, you didn’t stand a chance. It was a miracle you lasted as long as you did, but you still felt fear as your vision whited out, cunt spasming around Jester’s length as you came, harder than you could ever remember. He kept you rocking against him, the constant pressure against your clit only helping you ride out your orgasm.
“Sorry- ‘m sorry, sorry, fuck, please let me good, I want to be good- g-good lamb, ngh-!” you babbled out, gritting your teeth as you desperately tried to atone for your wrongdoings. Jester was silent until you were finished, slumping against him in exhaustion.
“Lamb…” he muttered softly. “Lamb, look at me,” he ordered. You groaned, head swaying as you lifted your upped body to look at him. To your surprise, he didn’t look angry, just gazing at you with a stern look. “You did the best you could, hm?” he asked. You nodded desperately. He rocked you against him once again, making your eyes shoot wide in surprise at the stimulation. “Good lamb~” he purred out, glowering down at you, his lips set in an affectionate smile.
You squeaked out as he grabbed hold of both your hips, picking you up off his cock. You felt the air get punched from your lungs as he slammed you down, wasting no time in setting a brutal pace. You squealed, unable to do anything but take it. Pierrot whined next to the two of you, slick sounds coming from his corner of the room, matching the brutal pace Jester had set as he fucked you. Stars popped in your vision as the rings of his cock caught on to every sensitive spot, making your thighs tense hard around Jester’s hips. Standing roughly, the chair fell to the ground, Jester slamming you down on the table as he pushed your thighs against your chest, the mating press making every slip in and out of your cervix that much more noticeable.
“I should punish you,” he muttered through grit teeth. You whined, but nodded. Fuck, whatever he says. Anything he says. “But my cock’s never been that hard. You just want to be good, hn? Wanna be an obedient little thing?” he crooned out. He leaned down, biting hard on your thigh as your eyes rolled back, another orgasm threatening to pull you under.
“Stay here with us. With me. Keep being good for me and you can stay, as long as you want,” Jester promised. At that, you were swept under with your second orgasm, evidence of your pleasure shooting out of you, soiling Jesters clothes. He groaned, the base of his cock grinding against your cunt as he bottomed out. You felt his hot seed spill into you, flooding your womb with the sheer amount of it. You trembled in his gasp as the two of you rode out your highs, overwhelmed by the impossible pleasure attacking every nerve of your body.
Finally, after staying seated inside of you for several moments after he had finished cumming, he began pulling out. You whined in offense, pawing towards him pitifully. Jester chuckled, grabbing one hand in his as he kissed the back gently. “Sweet lamb, you’ve been so good. But so has Pierrot, and he would like a turn,” Jester cooed out, chuckling as his cum spilled onto the floor. You heard Pierrot stand abruptly, his chair screeching back. Jester stepped back, allowing Pierrot room as Pierrot wasted no time in pawing at your body.
“My dear,” he panted out, licking and sucking at your neck as he lined his cock up to your soaking entrance. “It was torture waiting, watching you scream in pleasure yet not being granted the relief of touching you.” His tone was desperate, needy, and only grew more so as his cock head slid through your folds. You groaned, already overstimulated as his cock bullied its way into your walls.
“C-careful, love too- too much-” you mumbled, gazing up at him. He grabbed your hands in his, holding them tight against his chest as he began to rut against you.
“‘M sorry, my love, I need you,” he hissed out. His knot was still half inflated from his previous orgasms, and it popped in and out of your cunt with the force of his thrusts, causing your eyes to roll back. You clutched at his half undone top, using the soft fabric to ground yourself as the pleasure threatened to undo you. He let out a delirious giggle, licking up the side of your face before biting hard into your neck. “My love feels good on my cock- my cock,” he slurred out possessively. As much as he had enjoyed seeing Jester please you, he yearned even more to be the one causing that pleasure, being the reason your toes curled and your back arched.
You heard Jester chuckle from beside you, and you whipped your head over to him, gazing up at him through your cockdrunk expression. “My, my, I might get jealous if you start liking his cock more than mine~” Jester teased. Pierrot responded with a sharper thrust, bullying whatever response you could come up with right out of your throat.
“They were mine, first-” Pierrot grunted, his knot beginning to swell again. He brought one hand down, beginning to swirl around your clit, ensuring you couldn’t respond.
“Of course~” Jester snickered, simply enjoying the chance to instigate a bit. Pierrot ignored him, but you gazed up at Jester for just a moment longer. He caught your gaze, smiling before running a hand through your hair. As if sensing your doubt, he leaned in close, lips ghosting along your ear as he spoke. “Go on, be a good lamb and cum on his cock,” he purred out.
At that moment, your body seized up for the third time that night, clenching hard around Pierrot’s cock as you came. He let out a sharp whine. Bottoming out inside of you as his knot suddenly inflated. You wrapped your arms around Pierrot as he buried his face into the other side of your neck, biting into the soft flesh as he whimpered against your skin. Jester just watched, a mix of amusement and affection on his face.
“You two did good,” Jester commented as you and Pierrot's breathing began to calm. The two of you gazed up at Jester, still reeling from your shared climax. “Clean up here, then come to the black tent. We need to tell the others of your new… arrangements,” Jester smiled sweetly. Pierrot giggled, nuzzling against you. Jester gave you a small wink, his grin becoming a bit more devious. You shuddered- you knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see you like this.
“I love you, my dear,” Pierrot purred against your neck. You were brought back to the moment, humming softly in adoration as you nuzzled against him.
Will you release an artbook when the game is done? I love your art!!
Hello! That’s really kind of you, thank you! I’d never thought about it before, but I have to admit that your question wasn’t the first one I’ve seen on this topic. I wonder how many people would be interested in something like this? It sounds like fun to design and print something like this!
A bit of context: this comic takes place quite a long time ago. They were younger and still figuring out how to make things work in the circus. The first version of their outfits wasn’t comfortable, since their bodies are different, which led to the redesign and custom-made clothes for all of them after this incident.
Besides the outfit changes, you’ll also get a small spoiler about Pierrot’s rule!
Also! Thank you @destinysquaredfor helping me correct some poses and adjust a few things in the comic!
