this blog is completely nsfw but sometimes I’ll just repost stuff that I think is silly because i forget <3
i’m mostly reblogger type of guy but I do post some post of my own sometimes
that being said the type of post I post and re-blog varies wildly in topic but as of time of writing, it’s mostly Freak Circus stuff
that being said, I tend to try to keep my blog as organized as possible, and such the most common topics of conversation here will be linked as tags in the search thing.
I still don’t really know what else to put in this as i’m not sure what other information is relevant for an intro post.
anyway if you wish to tell me how much of a good girl I’ve been, there’s a link for that!-> https://pleasepraise.me/Pupmail
And if you wish to threaten or degrade me, my dms are open ;)
Ooh, y'all are freaks for wanting a part two... It's okay, I will provide.
Part 1
kinks: rough sex, TT loses himself, praise, pet play, scratching, blood, biting, marking, manhandling, monster cock, oviposition
basic tags: GN reader, non-descript terms of genitals (hole, sweet spot), if I forget any, I'm sorry.
Not beta-read as I'm lazy, probably most likely OOC, the author wrote this with her third leg, so it is just horny nonsense. The author was just playing dolls with TT at this point.
Word Count: 1.7k (this is a long one)
“Good pet.” The phrase made your brain fog up further as he slowly bent you down onto the forest floor, face down.
He loved it when you were like this. Obedient and pliant under his claws, and he could smell that sweet scent coming from you. You’re just as riled up as he is; he had to suppress another growl that threatened to break his composure even further. You were a dangerous human. Breaking his carefully constructed composure so easily. Ticket Taker both loathed and adored that about you: that you could easily make him lose control now.
But he does it on his terms, never yours. No matter how sweetly you beg or look at him with those sweet doe eyes that gave you the namesake, Fawn.
He is in control, not you.
Ticket Taker bent over you, just hovering, making you feel the weight and anticipation of what is about to come. From this angle, you can feel his arousal more closely, the constant wriggling of his cock in his pants giving you slight stimulation. You bury your face in your arms, face burning hot at the feeling, already trembling from the effort it is taking to not push back against him.
He leans down further, his breath hot against your ear. You have to swallow down a squeak at the feeling as one of his claws makes its way under your shirt, stopping just short of your chest. He pauses for a moment, letting you feel the anticipation, before his claws dig into your soft flesh, pulling down, causing a sharp stinging sensation that makes you gasp and arch away from his touch. But in doing so, you accidentally push back into him. He grinds against you, rough and slow in response. You whimper.
“Naughty little fawn. I didn’t tell you to move.” His voice gained a layered tone. Like multiple voices speaking at once, he only took that tone when he was mad. It made you tense up, as if you were preparing to beg for mercy.
He laughs- that soft little laugh he does when something is mildly amusing, or you fall into a trap, and the way his hand wanders to stroke you through your underwear means that you indeed fell into his trap. Your hips buck as you gasp at the unexpected stimulation.
“Needy little thing.” His voice hissed, crackling like a dying flame. His scent seemed to shift now, going from that familiar petrichor to something sharper, like ozone after a lightning strike. It was almost dizzying, threatening to drown you in its haze.
You were so focused on the shift in his natural smell that you didn’t realize he had stopped stroking you and opted to tear your pants and underwear in one fell swoop. Exposing how needy you are to him, you didn’t notice anything until you felt his slimy and almost frigid cock nestle between the crevices of your ass. Wriggling, searching for a nice warm place to bury itself.
You tense up; the stark contrast of his warmth compared to how cold his cock is something you don’t believe you’ll ever adjust to. Once his cock has found your needy hole, it wriggles around the rim. Teasing you, you whine, forgetting yourself for a moment, and push back, trying to slide it inside.
Ticket Taker gives a sharp slap to your ass before gripping the meat of it in his claws, puncturing the supple flesh. A growl vibrates through his chest and into your ear.
“You know better.” You swallow down a whimper.
“I'm sorry… Master…" You say, lowering your head further, spreading your legs in appeasement. Ticket Taker inhales sharply at the action; that show of submission was enough to rile him up like no other.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally feel his prehensile cock enter you. The coldness of the slimy skin causes you to tense up. Ticket Taker groans at the sudden tightness. But he doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against your ass, his cock wriggles around inside, and the appendage is mobile enough for Ticket Taker to not even have to thrust to please you.
“Oh! ~ Your brain practically melts as you sink further into the soft soil and leaf-littered ground. The rhythmic movement of his cock brings you more pleasure than you thought possible. Arching your back further, you slowly rock your hips, matching the rhythm of his cock thrusting itself inside you without Ticket Taker ever needing to move his hips.
Ticket Taker grips your thighs, his claws dragging across your heated skin, but he doesn't stop your movements this time.
His cock curls against your sweet spot, making you see stars. Your rhythm is interrupted by the sudden shock of pleasure. Ticket Taker couldn’t help but find your attempt at getting yourself off on his cock amusing before he pulled back until just the tip was inside. You were about to beg and apologize, thinking you did something wrong.
Those words quickly die in your throat when you feel him slam back into you with enough force to drive you further into the soil. You let out a surprised yelp, not expecting him to start at a brutal pace. Each thrust felt like a punishment in itself, the way it would drive you further into the dirt with each thrust.
It almost seemed like he intended to bury you like this.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the forest as Ticket Taker began to lose himself in your soft, wet heat.
He’s hunched over you now, panting in your ear as his thrusts start to lose rhythm and become more desperate. His claws dig more firmly into the flesh of your thighs before quickly swiping upwards, causing deep scratches that bead with blood. Staining his pristine white gloves red. A part of you wants to apologize for dirtying his gloves. But the added pain mixed with the pleasure causes you to arch further into him, making him hit deeper.
He only loses himself like this when he is particularly pent up. You scrabble to find anything to hold onto, but your hands only find loose soil and leaves.
The ticket taker, through his own haze, sees your struggle and slows his thrusts to a grind, letting his talent for having a prehensile dick do the work. In a rare show of intimacy, he clasps his hand over yours.
Squeezing your hand tightly, that rare show of softness was enough to bring you closer to release. Making your walls pulse around his cock, he feels it, and he’ll keep that mental note and file it away for a later date. But for now he has a needy and pliant fawn beneath him that is more than eager to please. He resumes his original pace, but this time he goes harder. No doubt intending to leave bruises, not that you minded in your fucked-out state.
“Please…please, please…” your voice squeaks out between moans.
Your sudden begging only seems to spur him on even more. So much so that he hooks his forearm on your throat, wrenching you from the forest floor to now be on your knees, back against his chest. The sudden change in angle made you let out a sudden, startled scream. Not expecting him to put you in a headlock as his free hand clawed at your lower abdomen. Digging those blunt but still sharp nails into your skin.
“Quiet.” He hisses in your ear as he then shoves his ring and middle finger down your throat. The very same he had just clawed at your soft belly just moments ago. The taste of iron fills your mouth as you mewl from pleasure and gag whenever his fingers hit the back of your throat. You start to feel that tight coiled tension in your lower abdomen. You reach up and tap on his forearm that is still around your neck, the only warning he gets before you’re sent over the edge. A whine tears from your throat, around his fingers as tears roll down your cheeks.
Your vision whites out as you go limp in his hold.
Ticket Taker groans at the convulsing tightness; he thrusts a few more times before he buries himself deep with a rumbling groan. The tip of his cock blooms open, locking inside you. Stretching you out even further as he fills you with his eggs- the eggs are cold and marble-like but still pulsing with growing life.
He moves his arm that was around your throat and sinks his teeth into the flesh between where your shoulder and neck meet. He had to bite harder than most to break skin, but it still got the job done; the added pain made you squirm and moan weakly around his fingers, which are still shoved in your mouth.
Your eyelids flutter shut, exhaustion quickly taking over.
When you eventually wake up again, your wounds have been bandaged. But you’re not in your kennel, where you usually spent your time when Ticket Taker was working.
You were in his bed, still naked. Your heart drops; his reprimand about pets not being allowed on the bed comes to mind. You quickly try to move and lie on the ground at the foot of the bed, at the very least. But the soreness in your muscles and from your wounds causes you to let out a hiss. Ultimately giving up, your body is still too exhausted from what happened on the outskirts of the circus grounds to move.
Thinking it’s the best course of action, you simply curl up, finding it a little hard as you have the addition of a belly bulge. The sight surprises you, but you decide to push on it. The pressure that came was enough to cause you to whimper as you felt a glob of - something slip out of your spent hole.
Upon further examination, it’s a glob of eggs. Small and perfect, the color was clear, with gold and a brilliant blue swirling together. It was warm now and pulsed faintly with life.
It almost made you feel sorry that most won’t take, but that’s okay.
What a way to try and knock off the rust on my writing skills. I am mainly exploring how to go about writing TT, so please don't be too harsh on me, as this is my first time I am writing smut.
Owner whining out “good boy” as his pup fucks him rougher than he needs to. Biting down hard into his shoulder, digging nails into his hips, thrusting hard into him. Every thrust punching out another gasp and groan.
Finished Ticket Taker and the crew is finally all here!
Wanted TT to look like the most plain guy out of them all while still having interesting features (his design is kinda loosely based off of disguise he has at the coffee shop)
i like the idea that he looks older than he actually is but it’s mainly from how he styles and carries himself
not sure what would be his job but probably something related to either law or finances
tbh I am not sure about any of their jobs except Doctor as doctor (lmao) and Pierrot as baker in the coffee shop Ana works at to spend more time with her
Somebody did suggest for all of them to kinda live together like sitcom style but I am still not sure how to play off all of that in terms of when and how they all met and how old everyone is cause this AU would probably by nature would be less dark and more lighthearted since circus, monsters and human trafficking isn’t there (tho I am kinda tempted to make Jester have like a little cult for himself lmao)
If anyone got any ideas or suggestions I am all ears
cockwarming a priest who’s trying so so hard to be good. he’s never been inside before, and it’s taking everything within his power not to buck up into you. your cunt squeezes around him, every little flutter threatens to push him over the edge. as long as he doesn’t move it’s not a sin right? how foolish he was to think he’d have the strength to deny himself this.
heyyy i wanna see more bottom-on-top cnc. hey. riding someone forcefully. do you hear me. come here. whimpering and struggling while they get undeniably hard in you.
