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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 and transfem supremacy 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.
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people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought
Hiii, can you write about a mc who finds super arousing to be suffocated by someone with their arms (biceps) and asks Pierrot to do it? If you feel comfortable, can it be smut? A female mc please! 💖
OMG YESSYSESYSSYS
id kms to be in that position...
SMUT BELOW
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When you first recommended it to him, he was a little shocked, yes he would do anything for you so of course he agreed, however, he promised that he wpuld be very careful, I mean, he doesn't want to actually suffocate you.
Anyways, thats how you go here... your body pressed against the mattress as Pierrot pounds into you from behind, rutting like a dog in heat.
His arm is around your face, squishing it, yet still making sure he doesn't fully crush you, he presses his head over top of yours due to the size difference.
" M-my dear-is this g-good enough-?? Haah-- your body is responding to me more t-than your voice... I love it-! " You feel him dig his hips into you deeper, the sounds he hears from you drives him crazy.
He can tell you're getting closer and so is he, he picks up his pace as he weighs is head down slightly onto your head, his hair playing over your face as he uncontrollably tenses his muscles, your noises getting louder from the arousal of being squished between his arm.
He did promise he would be extra careful but the way your squeeze around him, the noises he would kill to hear you make again, it was all too much for him.
" A-are you getting closer-?? please l-let me know my lady " Which is how you know hes also close, yet he would never finish without you, you know that.
Just one push of comfirmation, and then you squeeze and tremble on his cock, signaling the fact that you're coming on him, letting out a symphony of moans from your squished face.
He finishes inside of you quickly after, burying his face in your hair as he drills into you over and over again, making sure his seed is as deep inside of you as it can possibly be, he barely notices his muscles tensing and further suffocating you.
After a while of dragging out his high does he notice his tight grip, to which he quickly lets go, " My lady- are you okay?? I didnt squeeze too hard did I...? " He instead holds your head up from your chin, you feel him taking all pressure off of his claws, not wanting to hurt you.
" No-its w-was great actually... I liked it.. " Which pleased him, he got up to most likely prepare a bath or get you snacks but you grabbed his arm, signaling him to stay.
He would never turn down such a request, happily and carefully bringing you up in his arms, letting you rest against his chest as he buries his face in your hair with a lovesick smile.
Jester x F!reader (pierrot x reader if you squint)
TW: bondage, cockwarming, exhibitionism, p in v, hard sex, creampie, Jester is a cunt (shocking), Dom/sub dynamics, petnames, sad(?) ending, possible part 2(idk)
The Jester reviews his document with a silent hum, his eyes scanning the document rapidly before setting it aside and taking another one.
The movement makes you whine.
"Shhh, don't move, pet. I need to stay focused." He simply answer, a clawed hand caressing the back of your head absent-mindedly.
You huff through your nose, muffled by the gag.
'Don't move. Don't be distracting. Don't moan too loud. Ect.' You'd like to see him in your place, contorted in his purple bounds, naked on his lap, unable to move or cover yourself.
He leans forward to sign and stamps that document, again, making you mewl, drooling all over the gag.
He tuts.
"How hard can it be, little pet?" He grins meanly at you, displaying his sharp teeth.
You gulp, the vision of his teeth, pearly white and sharp.
How would it feel having them sink into your flesh?
Claiming you to the eyes of the world?
That would be… Nice. You think.
"Be a doll, would you? I have a lot of work."
You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder in defeat, feeling sweat rolling down your skin. You can barely move a muscle without it contracting your pussy around his cock.
He chose that position exactly for that.
Cause he's just a maniacal sadist psychopathic control freak.
"Oh, you are trembling? Is something not to your taste, perhaps?" He taunts.
You hiss,biting on the gag.
What a mean man. He knows you want more, you crave more.
More of him.
More of his deranged affection.
You want him ravaging you and breaking your mind entirely. He can use his hypnosis if he so wants. He can annihilate your soul for all you care, now.
You just want him and his twisted love embracing you and warming you up.
You were still well adjusted some week ago still, and now… Now your own mother would disavow you.
He pulls on the leash to pull you off him and look at your flustered face.
"Ah, and now you are crying." He mocks with a snigger, "You puzzle me, pet. You came in here, begging for some of my time, and now that I gave you a premium seat, you cry?"
You gulp, refraining a sob. This is all just too much. Too much.
You want his voice, you want him silent. You want him out of you, you want him thrusting into you. You want to hug him, you want to slap him across the face. You want to kiss his mouth, you want to abandon him here… You want all of him and disappear of the surface of the earth.
He cups your face and licks your tear off your cheek with a purr.
"This is a taste I could get addicted to." He notes, half singing, "So what's wrong, my pet? What can I do to make you more comfortable?"
You whine and struggle on his lap, hands bound behind your back, forced in a fetal position.
"Ah, you want more of me and my cock? Pervert." He mocks.
You roar through the gag, getting annoyed and out of your mind.
"Alright, I am feeling magnanimous tonight. I can grant you that privilege." And he starts tapping his feet.
The movement makes you bob up and down on his girth ever so little, but in with your skin so thin and your nerves exacerbated right now, this is doing a lot.
"Look at me when I please you, pet." He orders, tilting your chin to force you to face him.
The jolts of pleasure courses your entire, stiff body, your pussy aching for more, reveling in his generosity. He slouches on his chair with his mean smirk, appreciating his work on you, his little, fragile pet, all vulnerable and open for him.
"You drool all over yourself, naughty girl." He bites, wiping a side of your jaw with his gloved thumb before sucking on it, "You're lucky I appreciate you."
You moan out loud, throat dry, as your cunt spasms around his length like it was trying to swallow it entirely, like it could even go any deeper than that! You can feels his warm tip nudged deep inside your core, leaking profusely, getting mixed with your essence, dripping on his black pants.
"I forgot to tell you, Bil is supposed to visit." Jester drops out of nowhere.
You almost choke on your gag, looking at him absolutely horrified, tensing up your entire body in a fight or flight response. You struggle on his lap, trying to leave, even if you have to cave your face into the ground.
A choreography of movement that seems to please your clown a good amount.
"Mmh…" He sighs with satisfaction, "That's the kind of actions I like. You, helpless and at my entire mercy, struggling to escape while kneading my cock so right." He bites his lower lips as his pupils turns into deviant purple hearts, "I should have claimed you way sooner."
You shake your head, trying to fall for good by balancing your body left and right, and if you cave your face in, so be it. You have been perverted, lusting after that monster, but you're not that far gone yet.
"Keep agitating yourself, pet. It only heightens my sensations."
And he resumes his foot tapping, driving you absolutely crazy. You can't allow yourself to be seen naked or cumming in public, this is not you, not the kind of woman your are…
"Ah, Ticket Taker. Come in." the Jester calls behind your back.
You freeze dead, horrified by the situation.
He… He is playing with you. This is just a sick joke.
Yes, ha ha. Of course, it is.
Jester wouldn't really do that… Would he?
"Thank you Jester, I just came here for… My greetings, visitor." Bil's stern and ever professional voice resonates behind you.
Your stomach drops so low, you actually think it evacuated your organism. Yet it is perfectly in place.
"Pet?" Jester teases, "You respond to a greeting when you are a polite girl. Should I teach you manners too?"
You rise crying eyes to your demon partner, begging, pleading for him to put an end to this comedy.
He hits the ground harder suddenly, worsening the shocks spreading into your pussy, forcing you to mewl against your will.
"There. Good girl." He pats your head condescendingly, "What did you wanted Bil?"
As quickly as it appeared, his playful, albeit mean, expression vanish for a professional one, his cheerful and sadist tone melting into a stern one.
Like you were not even here, bobbing on his cock like a sex toy for his sick pleasure.
No.
Always in control, nothing escapes his suffocating grip and he has absolute authority over anyone entering his domain. A man of control and restraint, also capable of terrible deviance and acts of perversion so degrading they intoxicate you to the depths of your lungs, poison your bloodstream and captivate your mind.
As humiliating as it is, you are forced to reckon with the fact that, for better and mostly for worse : you are in love with the Jester.
And you have the absolute certainty that he will be your end, in one way or another.
"I am here for the bills."
Jester lowers back his gaze on his desk, grabbing a folder and handing it to his henchman.
"Here." He says smiling at his old friend, while keeping you fucking yourself stupid on his fucking erection.
You try to keep quiet, and gather the little dignity Jester didn't yet torn from you. But of course he wouldn't be satisfied with that. He decides to pinch your ass cheek with his free hand, making your yelp out loud like a bitch in heat.
"I cannot really move, as you can see. You'll have to come closer, Bil." Jester informs the other man.
That's it.
You want to die.
And to kill him too, that bastard.
"… I see." Ever the stoic, Bil approaches.
Each steps resonates like a second closer to a pillory. You press your head on Jester's chest, turning your face away from Ticket Taker while he gets closer.
"Don't look so confused, Bil. She can't bite you, I made sure of that before you came."
He keeps slapping the floor, forcing undignified and lewd moan out of you, his tip hitting deep inside of you.
"Thank you,, Jester. I shall leave you with your… Company."
"I will be busy and unavailable tonight. Wait for tomorrow morning if you have reclamations for the bills."
"Understood."
You gulp, hearing the footsteps walking away, depriving you of all your energy.
You're not meant for that kind of stress.
"I can feel your heartbeat through my tip, pet. This is a delicious sensation." The man of your nightmares and dreams whispers oh so lowly in your ear, "But I want more now that my duties are done."
And without any warning, he grabs your butt to lift you up and put you on his desk. He unhooks the bounds of your stiff legs and opens your thighs wide for him, allowing him to gaze and observes you in your complete nudity, preventing you from modestly covering yourself to his piercing gaze.
Cunt and breast exposed, his for the taking.
For him to feast and relish of your flesh.
"What a sight, my little pet. You are shaking all over from so little…" He jabs, "So reserved, yet so ready to be corrupted. You are a joy for my eyes, and a song for my old heart." He brushes his long hair out of the way, getting rid of his hat, revealing his terrible horns to you, his eyes glowing with anticipation and pent up lust, "Can you hold on trough it all for me, minha Pulcinella?" He grazes the side of your face with his claws, ever so softly.
And without missing a bit, he slips out of your dripping cunt, and rams back in. It punches the air out of your lungs, shaking up to your brain, sending shocks in your head. He slips out, rams back in.
Again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
The desk cracks and complains under your activities, but Jester doesn't mind damaging his desk, he has other plans, other preoccupations right now.
Like your sweet pussy.
Or your breast bobbing up and down hypnotically.
Isn't it ironic? Even without powers, you hypnotize the brain-washer. A delicious contradiction that he especially didn't miss, but he can grant you that little power over him.
His little doll to play with.
Easy to care for.
Easy to break.
Easy to remodel to his sickest fantasies.
He loves to project an air of perfect control and mastery, but even the most self restrained man needs to let of some steam. Who would have known he was so wicked and so vicious as to love chain and gags even in the bedroom? After all, lots love to bark but cannot bite.
Jester just let you know that he can bite, and he can tear off your arm with it.
You are no longer on the playgrounds but in a real circus of perversion, an you are the newest prized toy.
"So tight, Pulcinella. This is succulent, what else can you give me? Your mind? Your little brain? Your feeble heart?" He asks, never slowing his pace, ravaging you like never before, "Your soul?"
You manage to open your eyes and look at him trough the tears, with evident fear.
Could he steal your soul? Is that… A thing?
"You look terrorized, sweet little thing. Are you asking yourself if this is possible?" He inquires his grin stretching wider, letting you gaze at his pearly white teeth, "Keep pleasing me like you do, Pulcinella, and you will never have to worry about it." He sussures in your ear delicately.
And he kisses your cheek.
A kiss so soft.
So tender.
So different than his usual behavior that it wrecks your brain entirely, making you sob harder.
Is it covetousness? Is it limerence? Is it Love? Or is it just sick?
What is it for him? What crosses his mind when his eyes lie on you?
Is it true, or just a sick game to entertain him?
Is he true to you?
Or is he playing with your heart? Like a cat do a mouth before putting it down?
He looks down at you with clear satisfaction, and proceeds to destroy what remained of your consciousness for the soiree with stronger pelvis thrust. His cock brushes all the good spots, making you drool on yourself, eyes rolling inside your head and your toes curling deliciously.
You cunt is so thick and fluffy for him, its like a warm pillow for him to nudge in and enjoy. A sheath for his glorious shaft.
Like your body was tailor-made for his.
You pant, your head light and dizzy, the smell of sex getting so strong and heady you lose your marks. Nothing exist outside of you two. Two predators, wanting each other's death yet craving each other's devotion.
Locked in a dance of death, a battle of love.
Your body knows it is in the presence of a flesh-eater, a carnivore. Yet instead of terrifying you like a normal, sane woman, you want to push further.
To see how far it could go. How far can you push him until he loses his nerves and it gets… Let's say interesting.
If he were to eat you whole, you'd find it a good death. To be this monster's meal is a worthy end.
Your entire body contract as one muscle with each back and forth, forced to receive the pleasure he so generously grants you. You moan, the fire in your core growing and growing, devastating everything on its wake, huffing through your nose, your walls fluttering around his girth.
You feel the waves of your orgasm approaching surely, already looming over your mind, ready to ravage you with raw ecstasy
"I feel you close, querida Pulcinella. You are so easy to guess, it is a pleasure working you up." He hums satisfied with his work on you.
And with three powerful last thrusts, he finishes inside of you, pushing you beyond the arcana of pleasure. Without any warning, he bares his teeth, and bites down your shoulder.
Hard.
Drawing blood.
The sudden pain rushes the tsunami that reaches the shore and destroys everything that was left of you. Your energy, your dignity, your mind. You drown in a swirl of sensual sensations and lustrous feelings.
Everything that he touched is now soiled and twisted to his taste.
The knot in your core snaps clean and your back arches impressively while your scream of pleasure is barely silenced by the gag. Your core spasms, dancing around his erection. Your eyes close, blinded by white firelight behind your eyelids, your head dizzy. He buries himself to the hilt to repaint your insides in white with his thick creamy seed, and your pussy greedily milks him for all his worth, kneading him nice and well, forcing a sound akin to a growled snigger out of him.
Your body, so tense, suddenly fall, slouching on the desk, void of all energy and mean to move and escape this predator.
He pants, looming over you like a storm cloud, his white mask framed by his gorgeous purple mane, tickling your face, hands and each side of your head.
He sighs, straitening his posture as he combs his hair back with his fingers, head thrown back.
You gulp, gathering your senses.
He looks back down at you, with a stern indecipherable expression for a second. He looks so… Taken aback you actually think he'll jump at your throat.
But he just slips off without a word, and re-dresses himself, his expression turned still and austere. He snaps his fingers, freeing you from the bond and the gag, allowing you to finally move.
"Dress back up and return home." He readjusts his collar, "Ask Pierrot to escort you if you want."
"… What?" You ask, astonished.
He… He is really throwing you out? You're still naked on his desk, your fluids mixed oozing out of your still sensitive cunt onto the wood, disheveled and panting, and he just… Shoos you out like that?
"Jester?"
"Thank you for your time, pet. You may take your leave." He flattens his clothes, pulling his hair into a bun, turning to you with a gaze so terrible you shiver "I won't repeat it."
You huff through your nose, indignant, jump on your feet to put you clothes back on.
You are thoroughly humiliated.
You run out of the tent without further ado, jaw clenched hard.
If this is the attitude he intends to give you, might as well end everything right here.
"My Lady…?" A concerned voice rises behind you.
You turn to Pierrot, approaching you carefully in the dark night, this side of the circus barely illuminated to allow the artists to sleep in peace.
"Are you alright?" He asks gingerly.
"Pierrot…!" You broke down crying again, of exhaustion and frustration.
And you fall into his arms, pressing your face to his chest.
Jester can go fuck himself.
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He sighs, taking a puff of his cig again.
He was a real jerk to you. Again.
But this time he took things too far, he lost control of himself.
Claiming you?
You?
A human?
Did his age finally catch back to him?
And now he also have to make sure you are on the pill, or that would be a problem.
He breathes through his nose. He is getting sloppy, before he took all the precautions. But with you…
With you, he loses his mind. He loses his usual self-control. He loses himself in you.
Who is he truly if he lost his hate?
Who is he if he softens for the enemy?
He tssks and crush his cig, under his foot, trying to relax his shoulders.
He didn't like the gaze you gave him rushing out of his tent, and he is not looking forward your next meeting.
Alas…
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-We all know he gets jealous very easily, he would never get rough though, atleast, not with you.
-You can feel a burning gaze from you don't even know where as Harlequin inspects his own pin that's on your shirt collar. He's smug about it as usual.
-Later, you know you're being watched but you don't try to look and see where the gaze is coming from, that is until you're alone, to which you feel yourself being pushed down onto any surface that's around you.
-You shrieked before your body is turned around to face Pierrot, he looks sad, " My lady... Please stay away from that Harlequin.. Please? I can show you my love for you... I swear I can-- just- if you'd let me.. " He practically begs with his eyes, and who are you to decline the poor guy?
-It's passionate, every thrust he delivers is a promise, a promise to give you anything and everything you want, just for you to love him, and only him.
-Every squeeze, every sound, anything that conveys a silent admission that you love him the same, he goes crazy. His thrusts will even get sloppier, he just wants to feel you. He wants to know that you would never leave him for anything nor anyone.
-Harlequin will be taken care of later.
Harlequin
-He doesn't take a second to notice the fact that you aren't wearing his pin, yet you're wearing Pierrots.
-He doesn't know if you're trying to tease him, or if you're really just not interested in him. But let me tell ya, if he finds out you're only doing this to tease him, oh boy...
-He will make you pay, he will make you admit to him that you only want him. He will fuck you up until you finally spew out how pathetic you are just for him.
" Such a little meretriz, just remember you wanted this, you wanted me to overeact, did you not~? " Grabs your chin, bringing your head back against his shoulder as he rams into you from behind, his thrusts nothing but possessive and punishing, " You're going to take it, you started it~ " His tentacles then come up to wrap around your neck, not to necessarily choke you, but just enough to get the point across.
-He likely won't stop until you finally admit the words he wants to hear, and trust me, he can most definitely keep going for however long he wants, you wouldn't want to try it.
Ticket Taker
-He wouldn't show his jealousy, you would have to really try and pry, or be a little bit perceptive to notice his feelings.
-He might be a little meaner to you, he's not necessarily mad at you, he's just, well, he's stubborn. But then again, he doesn't like the feeling you make him feel.
-When he gets tired of it, he'll lure you into his tent, and then when you least expect it, you'll feel someone grabbing you, a gloved hand coming over your mouth to shush you.
" I cannot tell if you're doing this on purpose, either way, you're going to take care of the things you started. " You yelp as you feel sharp teeth of him grazing your skin, you physically prepare youself for a bite by tensing up.
-His thrusts are slow, but rough. Making sure you feel every bit of him, marking his way inside of you, so you and him know that you are his.
-His arms are surrounding your body, one on your waist, another on your shoulders, hoisting you up against him whilst your entire body shudders with each slow but punishing thrust of his.
-He doesn't usally get too jealous, nor does he show it a lot, however, even the small jealousy mixing in with his stress from the circus can really get to him sometimes.
Jester
-He rarely ever gets jealous, though on the off-chance he does, he doesn't really show it, his passive-agressiveness just increases really. It's almost impossible to spot, and if you do spot it and decide to point it out to him...
-I feel he wouldn't show it at all, the only way is if he knew you knew that he was jealous. He'd get even more riled up if you did it on purpose.
-You wouldn't notice him around, it honestly scared you. That is until you feel a hand on your shoulder and see the face of the Jester appearing at the corner of your eye.
" I know what you're doing, I would have given you a chance off the hook, yet you decided to take advantage of the feelings I have for you, " He pushes you up against some crates from behind, pushing you down by your back, " Mh, just know, you did this to yourself, pet. "
-Pain mixes with the pleasure as you feel swift smacks against your ass, he isn't the one thrusting into you, he's ordering you to thrust yourself onto him instead. He wants you to work for it by showing him how much you need him, and only him.
-Sure, it may seem he is punishing you, but really he just wants to see how desperate you get for him, how much you want and need him, the things you do for him to let him know you won't betray him, to let him know you're different than those other insufferable humans.
Doctor
-I'm not sure this guy really knows what jealousy is, though, if he saw you visiting the other circus member tents other than his, at first he wouldn't think much of it since well, nobody likes to visit the Doctor.
-After a while, he realizes how much he yearns to examine you, how much he needs to feel your beautiful, admirable, human body.
-He would most likely order a fool to take you to him, even forcefully if needed. He feels desperation to feel your skin, see your fear, all of it, he wants to see again.
" You seem long overdue of your appointment, sweetie. I know my tent is not the most favorable, yet I feel the need of your presence. I promise to go easy, my sweet patient. " His claws draw near your intimate regions whilst you're laid near the edge of an operating table.
-His thrusts are deep, yet slow. He leaves his pace that way for a while, wanting to see every twitch, every reaction, every sound all coming from you. His claws do dig into you, drawing the liquid shade of red he loves to see.
-Most of what he feels isn't necessarily jealousy, it's more of a longing to feel you again, to feel the things he wants had. He'll make sure he pays attention to every detail mustered by you.
Getting plowed is for the country folk. Here in the city we call it being taken to pound town. And if it's a place with decent public transit, getting railed.
to the ones that get completely foggy when they’re worked up, i need you. yes you, the one with absolutely no thoughts behind those pretty eyes when you’re craving me. head completely empty. mind so entirely dumb that the only thing consuming you is wondering when i'm finally going to touch you. i love watching that glaze steal over your eyes when i step into your space. your focus narrowing down until the rest of the world just blurs out around us.
i love how that little brain of yours goes dumber by the minute, every time i get closer with every slow touch of my hands against your skin. you need me so bad that your mind just turns to pure mush. it’s sweet. you can't even form a coherent sentence when i'm tracing my fingers down your neck, your jaw falling open just a little bit because trying to think and feel me at the same time is just way too much for that soft head of yours.
you’re just a pretty breathless thing when you're under me. all your thoughts evaporating the minute i slide my fingers inside you, stretching you open until you can't even remember your own name. it’s cute how hard you try to hold onto a single logical thought, only for me to curl my fingers deeply inside you and watch you completely dissolve. eyes rolling back as you let out the most pathetic little whines.
come here and let me fuck all those thoughts straight out of you. just shut your brain off for me and let mommy do all the thinking for you. you don't need a single thought in that head when you belong to me anyway. i need you to just let go of every capability you have. lying there limp while my fingers strip you away from every piece of sanity you ever had.
i'm just going to keep going, filling you up and ruining you to your favorite rhythm until your brain is fried by the pleasure. just drowning you in it until you're dazed and dependent on my voice to tell you what to do next. you get so beautifully dumb when you're horny for me baby. just blank and ruined.
i just want to watch you cross that line where your vocabulary fails you. when you're trying so hard to ask for more but all that comes out of your mouth are these meaningless little whimpers because your mind is too filled with pleasure to remember how words work. i’m just going to lean down, brush your messy hair out of your sweating face and smile down at how vacant you look. don't even try to speak baby. you're too far gone for that. just lay there and be mommy's quiet good girl.
by the time i decide to let you cum, you won't have the capacity to process what's happening. your body is just going to violently shake and twitch, your mind thoroughly wiped clean that you're just a puddle of sensation. you're just so perfect when i turn your brain off.
