April Showers Bring Mae Flowers

I'm just here to vibe: Age > 18

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what’s an autism speak

[lily-of-the-flame]

A group who are trying to “cure” autism with torture.

[riranzu]

— wait, i'm sensitive!

pierrot x f!reader.

synopsis: a sudden idea pops in your mind. what will happen if you touch his horns? tags: fluff, suggestive, established relationship, pierrot is being a pupppy. wc: 1.2k.

⤖ part w. harlequin (click).

hiding from haunting eyes, responsibilities and cruelty, you spend your free time with pierrot, who often visits your flat… no, he practically lives there, abandoning the circus just to see you more often than usual. constant performances and your job can keep you to apart, but by the end of the day, you find yourself in the same position as before.

resting his face on your chest, pierrot eventually smiles and babbles something under his nose, as you lie here, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of you. neither of you try to engage in the conversation: pierrot is too busy with your presence, and you’re too busy staring at his horns.

you’re not frightened – you saw his inhuman features a lot of times before, as much as his long claws, pale skin and wild, unnatural gaze. you came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t a normal clown – he wasn’t a person; he was a fantastic creature, but as long as he was so gentle and loving, you didn’t mind it at all. someone could consider you crazy, and, yeah, you were crazy in love with him and his damn horns.

an interesting idea pops in your mind when your curiosity outweighs self-preservation instinct. and you should ask his permission before you act on your sudden impulses, but this thought isn’t important, is it?

because what could possibly be more interesting than his reaction? you never ever touched his horns. it wasn’t like you were prohibited from doing so, more likely you didn’t dwell on this detail. you took it for granted, you knew they were there, but that was all. that was in the past, by the way, your present self doesn’t think so.

would he like it? would he stare at you with his usual lovesick expression? would he be mad? ah, it doesn’t matter. the worst reaction is him hurting you, but pierrot would never do this, you know he wouldn’t.

so, as confident in yourself as ever, you slowly but surely run your hand down his hair. pierror doesn’t flinch – he used to this kind of intimacy between you two, he adores when you get all touchy and gentle with him. that works in your favor. your lovely boyfriend doesn’t suspect anything, his body language is relaxed, but his grip on your waist is still tight.

then, after a few seconds of distracting his attention, you move your hand a little higher. the moment of truth arrives. carefully, with your fingertip, you trace from the tip of the horn to its base, as pierrot raises his head and looks at you in astonishment.

his eyes show no anger, no pain, no discomfort. surprise. that's the best word to describe the emotions floating from his gaze. and there’s something else, something you can’t put your finger on. yet.

“my lady,” he stutters – actually stutters, as he tries to regain his composure and doesn’t show you what you shouldn’t see. “what are you doing?”

“ah, nothing, my dear,” you say, your face is adorned with a lovely smile. “is there something wrong?”

somewhat pleased by the lack of any annoyance or irritation from his side, you wrap your slender fingers around one of his horns, and poor pierrot jolts. he drops his head back on your chest, his heart is beating like crazy, he’s ready to explord from the sheer sensation of your soft hand caressing that part of his body.

he feels illegally good. he melts from the tenderness with which your skilled fingers treat his rough but sensitive horns.

“n-no, there’s nothing… ah, my lady,” he says, the way his voice hitches make his answer sound like something between a moan and whine. “just… stop, please…”

pierrot fidgets on the bed, his grip on your waist becomes almost painful. he doesn't show his face, but you can hear how hard he's breathing when you grab his second horn. you do the same. you wrap your hand around it, move it up and down, up and down...

“do you want me to stop, pierrot?” you ask teasingly, but the underlying softness and fondness in your voice is unmistakable. “doesn’t it feel good?”

he fidgets yet again. he doesn’t want you to feel what this little situation does to his body. he doesn’t want you to feel his throbbing desire, but it’s obvious, isn’t it? pierrot is practically shaking with the efforts to hold back another groan.

and if this monster had a tail, he would be wagging it like a little puppy right now.

“it does, my lady, it feels so good, but…” he murmurs and suddenly raises his head to look at you.

his pale cheeks are nothing but redness. his eyes, which used to look at you with love and affection, now burn with passion and intense desire. he loves every moment of this, but there’s a problem. if you keep this up, he won’t be able to control himself.

“but… i’m afraid i’ll lose my mind, my lady,” he admits sheepishly. “horns are the most sensitive part of my body, which why… ah…”

judging by the look on your face, you see what your caresses are doing with him. you already know he’s especially sensitive there even before he could say it, but you clearly underestimate the influence of your actions. but as long as you can make him feel good, you’ll play this game.

“then lose control, my dear,” you whisper sweetly.

then you scratch the horn with your nails, trying a different approach. after all, there’s a lot of things you can possibly do with his lovely horns, you can’t miss such an interesting opportunity. pierrot hisses through his teeth; sensations borderline on painful, but it still makes the fire of desire burn brighter and brighter in his chest… and in other parts of his body as well.

but he got your permission. which means there’s no point of return now, and he can be as wild as you let him to be.

“promise me you won’t stop,” pierrot says when his long, wet tongue touches your neck, and this gesture already predicts a hot, sleepless night for you.

he always gets particularly aroused when he's with you. he could always get aroused even from a simple touch on his hand. but now you've done much more. you're doing much more. because your other hand is touching his horn too. because you're still caressing them slowly, and pierrot lets out a low, plaintive moan.

“i promise,” you manage to say before he presses his lips against yours in gentle yet demanding kiss.

but there is only one thought in your head. maybe you should touch his horns to make him a whining mess a little more often.

[periculosilva]

Comfortable loungewear

[nightskyiskra]

TFC X reader

★ A game of Hide and Seek ★

Imagine playing an elaborate game of Hide and seek with them... But you're really determined not to loose

Not your fault that you're good at their game

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

A/n: an idea... Hehe enjoy

Oh btw, I think this will have a few endings... I'll post them separately but will try to link them once they're up. Hope you enjoy:)

Tw: mentions of reader being eaten, fear, some dark themes maybe, being chased, Harlequin being Harlequin, slight mentions of explicit things

Disclaimer: This is a work based on an 18+ visual novel, and even though there is not much explicit content here, it is not intended for those underage

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

"Looks like our little pet is getting agitated" Jester mused after yet again you tried to sneak out of the circus.

"You know, dear guest, this was unnecessary and out of line..."

"This is dumb. I'm allowed to leave the tents. I've left before"

"Not without informing us first" Ticket Taker says. What you hear is 'not without permission'.

"Darling, you know how easy it is to kidnap people," Jester's tone carries slight notes of mockery.

You sigh, "Seeing as I am practically kidnapped by all of you right now... Yeah, I do"

"We just worry for your safety, My Lady" Pierrot's head rests on your shoulder, so you have to turn to grab his face in your hands. A light blush coats his cheeks at your action.

"As much as I love you, Pierrot, and as much as I want to believe it, I'm afraid you're the only one who is actively concerned for my safety in this case. The others... just really like telling me 'no', for some reason"

That earns a chuckle from Jester.

The Doctor cocks his head to the side: "It is hardly our fault your reactions to refusal are so... intriguing. Ranging from bickering and giving a cold shoulder to outright disregarding whatever we say."

"Is that so? Maybe I should add rearranging your supplies to the range... Or running away from the circus and getting married in Vegas?" You cross your arms and pout, feeling even more outraged when Doctor takes out a notebook and jots something down.

"Perhaps your energy should be redirected elsewhere... How about a game, darling?"

"A game? What, like hide and seek?"

"Could be hide and seek"

★☆★

"You'll have an hour to hide... Anywhere, wherever you desire"

You bite your tongue tempted to ask if you could buy a plane ticket and leave the country in that one hour... If you timed it right and was very lucky you'd probably manage it.

"Once the time is up we begin our hunt"

"Weird word choice," you mumble

Their smiles widen.

"Be assured dear, this word choice is intentional" Harlequin leans into your personal space, curling a loose strand of your hair around his finger. He's making it hard to focus.

"Alright... And once you capture me..."

"Once you're caught... You're at the complete mercy of your captor"

"What?" This sounds absurd, so it takes for Jester to reiterate it, for it to trully sink in.

"Once you are caught... We'll do as we please"

"Oh..." You stare at your feet for a few seconds

They all wait patiently for you to say something else.

"Did- did you have dinner tonight? You're... Not hungry are you?"

It takes them a moment to process your question, before they laugh.

"Your worried face is adorable"

"There are different types of hunger, dear... And I'm already starved for you" Harlequin runs his fingers down the side of your face and stops at your pulse point. He presses lightly to feel it beneath his fingers

"My Lady, don't take him seriously, we won't eat you"

"Thanks..."

"It would do you well to remember, darling, that Pierrot can only promise for himself... The night is long... Who knows how we'll feel about devouring you by the end of it..." The whole situation seems to be highly amusing to Jester.

Your eyes widened again at this.

He grins, "I merely jest"

Despite yourself you let out a giggle. It's rare to have Jester in such a good mood... He must be thoroughly enjoying the whole ordeal.

"Be assured, guest, your death would inconvenience us, we shall refrain from harming you, as long as you follow the orders"

"Leave it to Ticket Taker to validate your feelings and make you feel needed" Harlequin laughs.

You send Harlequin a small smile, before asking a question that has been bugging you for half of the conversation:

"And if you don't succeed in getting me?"

"I wouldn't worry your pretty head with that improbability. We have the entire night"

"I don't think this is very fair. You guys have a clear advantage. I mean, there's five of you... And I'm only one"

"Ah, but here's where you're mistaken, darling... We do not like to share." There was a dangerous glimmer in their eyes. You realised they would not be playing as a team... No... For this night they'd be enemies, all striving to win. And you're the prize.

They savour your expression for a moment, before Jester gives you a little shove.

"Now run along little mouse. Hide. Run. Do what you like... We already know how this ends"

His words are enough to send you sprinting out of the tent and into the night.

★☆★

That was 40 minutes ago. Now you were wandering the streets. Still 20 minutes of protected time and you were keeping a steady pace, trying to put as much distance between yourself and them as you could.

You had to silence your phone 10 minutes into the game - it was going off incessantly with messages from Harlequin - brainstorming what he'd do to you once he caught you. Apparently waiting was taking a toll on him if he decided to bombard you with such very descriptive imagery.

At the 45 minute mark your phone rings. You automatically decline. Harlequin has tried calling you 10 times in the past 10 minutes. He really is getting impatient. Apparently just texting you his fantasies isn't enough anymore.

It buzzes with a text. With a sigh you take it out, fully intent on blocking Harlequin for the duration of the night. Will it make him more vengeful if he catches you? Definitely. But at this point you're willing to take your chances. Besides. Him catching you is only a 1 in 5 probability.

There are worse candidates to piss off. Like Jester.

The text is from Ticket Taker. Brief and to the point:

"It would do you well not to decline Jester's calls next time, doll. You wouldn't want to anger the one who could hold your fate in his claws by the end of the night..."

Ah... Guess you jinxed it.

You try dialing Jester again a few times. But apparently he's taking pleasure in declining your calls after you declined his. Great.

Instead, you call Ticket Taker. He picks up, bit it's Jester who speaks, "Darling, learn to pick up your phone. You have it for a reason"

"Sorry...I thought it was-"

"I'm aware. Which is why I'll let this one slide"

"Really?"

"No" there is laughter and mirth in his voice, "I'll consider it. The events of the night can sway my opinion," he muses, "speaking of...There is a slight change in rules"

"Midgame?"

"Yes. We'll start our hunt a bit early"

"How early?"

"Now"

"What? But- that's not-" you sputter.

"Unfortunately your lack of engagement made Harlequin really impatient. He has already started. And we can't have him get an advantage, can we? Besides... Pierrot is not taking the wait well, especially now that Harlequin is out and about"

"Of fucking course it was Harlequin" you mutter.

"I wouldn't waste your breath on curses, darling, now, run along, don't make the chase end too soon... Make it interesting"

★☆★

By the third hour you get an inkling that perhaps this was never meant to be a simple game. Perhaps they treated it as more of an elaborate foreplay than an actual competition. Perhaps you were meant to let them catch you. You debate searching for one of them. But quickly brush the idea aside. Then you debate calling Jester or Ticket Taker... Probably not Harlequin... To ask for clarifications... But you can easily imagine how that conversation would go:

"Hi, I'm a bit dense. Was this meant to be foreplay or something?"

No... You are not ready for that type of humiliation yet.

Besides. You've already made up your mind. You would really love to see their faces at dawn. After you have successfully evaded capture. You can practically taste the sweet flavour of victory... Oh that would be just marvelous... Simply exhilarating. The mere thought of beating those monsters at a game you were never meant to win fills you with adrenaline and it's all you need to keep going...

You always had a bit of a competitive streak. It made everything that much more fun...

★☆★

Four hours in and you get a call from Pierrot. You contemplate letting it go to voicemail, but begrudgingly pick up. He tends to worry more than necessary. And while it's endearing... It's probably not great for his state.

Besides, he should not suffer just because Harlequin annoyed you into not picking up calls (that already happened with Jester and you had no interest in expanding the list of people you ghosted).

"My Lady? Are you alright?" His tone is laced with concern, making your heart swell.

"Of course I am, why? Should I... Not be... Alright?" You laugh nervously.

"We haven't caught you yet, I thought something happened to you."

"Oh Pierrot, I promise I'm alright. I'm just really good at running and hiding."

"You are, My Lady, but I'd prefer you didn't. At least not from me. I miss you already."

"I promise, once the game is over, I'll give you as many cuddles as you want, deal?"

"But My Lady, you could tell me where you are now... And we wouldn't have to wait," he sounds so convincing you're tempted to give in.

You chuckle, "But Pierrot, that's probably against the rules"

You can sense him pouting through the phone. You're about to say something more comforting, when you notice a looming presence out of the corner of your eye. Instead, you say:

"Pierrot? I gotta go, unless you want me caught by someone else"

You turn towards the figure, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. Tall, broad shoulders. Would be very very intimidating if you didn't know him as well as you do, and even now in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight, he still sends shivers down your spine.

"Hey," you try for a casual greeting. You did not expect to be caught so quickly.

He nods in acknowledgement, his soft steps resonate quietly on the ground as he approaches slowly.

"Your little escapade is about to be terminated"

"Interesting hypothesis, I'd love to disproove it"

"I'm afraid you don't have a chance, sweetie, I do not like leaving my patients unattended for a long time" he smiles and approaches you, there is soft fondness in his demeanour, which goes in dissonance with his menacing figure.

"Ah, but tonight I'm more of a riveting experiment, you must agree... And experiments are not to be interfered with"

"I've had enough impartial observations for tonight, dear, I would like to move on to a more hands-on approach"

"How did you track me down?" You try to prolong the conversation, giving yourself precious seconds to find a way out. You can't have this end so soon.

"You will be disappointed, sweetheart, pure chance... Or perhaps good intuition of what my patient likes"

You hum noncomitally, a plan already half-formed in your head. It's only fair you use any and every means of escape you have, you reason. Especially considering you're not caught, yet...

Jester told you to make it interesting... And you will...

You begin your motion, careful not to alert him. Though you're already certain he clocked in that you're up to something.

"You do know me pretty well..."

In fact, you have an inkling he even knows what you're about to do... In vague details... But is letting you proceed, curious to where it may lead...

"Well enough to know you do not intend to give in so easily... Tell me, why is that?"

"A secret," you grin.

"You must be mistaken, sweetheart, a patient does not have secrets from their Doctor... I am disappointed my favourite one would forget such an important rule"

"That's fair... I suppose I just enjoy the thrill and the taste of freedom.. or maybe I just want to win."

The lights right ahead signal the approaching bus, you pay it no mind, afraid even a flicker of eyes in that direction might betray your intentions. No, until the very last moment you will not look.

"You look mesmerising... When your heart pounds in your chest and adrenaline courses through your veins," he observes, "It is a good look on you"

The bus stops.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I think I might have to reschedule my appointment," you say before making a mad dash for the already closing doors.

He watches the bus drive off with an almost fond smile. He was always one of the most lenient towards you, somehow.

You get a text message:

"Of course, sweetheart, the Doctor always wants what's best for their patient. But I do hope to rendezvous with you tonight once more... Perhaps you won't run off the next time"

You grin. His response makes your heart beat just a bit faster. That and how he always manages to clock in your every mood and craving - much how right now you absolutely need to continue the game (and to win, of course)

★☆★

You halt at the train station to catch your breath. The lit up sign says the next one out of town is in 10 minutes. Of course you weren't planning on leaving. That's not the point of the game. Which by the way, has really grown on you. But it was a very good opportunity to tease your favourite monsters.

You take a photo, posing where they could see the sign and the ticket purchasing machine.

And scramble to get some distance between yourself and the station before sending it to the group chat.

You: Jester told me to keep it interesting and the prices are low enough... Is that entertaining enough for you?

Pierrot: My Lady?

Jester: I didn't take you for such a fool as to give us a beacon of your location

Doctor: Such an unpredictable subject...

Ticket Taker: An inconvenience is more accurate. I told you she'd pull a stupid stunt like this

Harlequn's was the most concerning. It came a minute after the others and was a photo of the very station with a caption "Nowhere left to run... Since you can't escape anyway, you might as well review the texts I sent you while waiting"

Such a cocky text. It deserves an equally arrogant response:

You: dumbass. You'd think I'd send you a pic from my actual location? Try again:)

★☆★

The forest was a stupid idea after all... You'd think that they all would stick to the city... The actual place you'd most likely to be at... But somehow, Harlequin and you had both ended up in the forest. In the exact same spot. Cool...

His eyes glimmer a menacing green in the dark, like two emeralds. You take a step back, contemplating whether running back was still on the table. Probably not anymore... His agility was something to be envious of.

"Looks like I win, and I'm here to claim my prize"

You purse your lips.

"Technically, you still didn't catch me." You state stubbornly.

"Really? You still insist on not loosing? Hah... Let's wrap this up quickly and get to the fun part, what do you say, hm? What would you count as me catching you?"

If you were going to loose, you might as well make the loss fun for yourself, "You'd probably have to pin me down or wrap your arms around me."

His grin widens, "Oh how I love when you get so bold, my dear," he takes a slow deliberate step towards you, savouring the moment, no doubt, "Let's not make a technicality halt us then."

Neither of you get a chance to get much further, as Harlequin gets struck in the shoulder by a dagger. You yelp in surprise and look around in alarm before spotting a grim looking Pierrot. And he has at least a few more daggers on hand.

"Pierrot... Right on cue to ruin the moment... If I felt more charitable I'd have suggested you join in, but I don't share"

Before you can so much as blink Pierrot is on Harlequin. They merge into a blur of taunts and fists and maybe knives.

You take a tentative step back. They don't notice - too engrossed.

"I'll uh... Leave you guys to it" you give the two fighting figures a thumbs up before running out of the forest.

Technicalities fucking matter

★☆★

You halted only for a few minutes, to catch your breath, and on a rooftop, no less. How in hell did Ticket Taker manage to find you that quickly... You would never comprehend it.

He stood, hands behind his back, calmly surveying as you desperately intake the cold night air. Your whole body felt heavy and tired, so your rather less than graceful leaning on the railing could be excused. It took you embarrassingly longer than it should have to spot him. In fact, you only noticed his presence once he placed his jacket over your shoulders.

The sudden grounding heaviness of it startled you. Your legs almost gave out under you.

It was stupid to think you'd get even a few minutes of a reprieve. With shaking arms you pushed yourself from the railing, stumbling, but ready to run at a moment's notice, he nodded in acknowledgement.

"I wouldn't do that, dearest"

You frown, "Of course you wouldn't want me to start running. I'm easier to catch if I don't"

"You look too tired to even make it down the stairs. It would be advisable to rest"

You heart was still pounding in your chest - undecided whether from all the running, the jumpscare he gave you or from having his jacket over your shoulders, while he stood mere centimetres away from you.

He surveyed the night city, while you were still catching your breath. Now that the adrenaline and the constant anxious pounding in your skull over getting caught subsided, you were immensely grateful for his jacket. Only now did you notice how chilly the air was and how absolutely frozen you felt. You huddled the jacket tighter around your frame.

He glanced at his pocket watch, "Rest time is over. Now, we shall proceed with what I have planned for this eventuality" his lips stretched into a smile, as his gloved hand reached towards you.

Before he could touch you, you pushed off the railing, taking a few steps back.

"Tsk. Didn't I tell you that obedience looks better on you? I shall be disappointed if we waste precious time here because of you"

You were eyeing the exits, your mind running ten miles a second, coming up with escape plans and routes. But help and an opportunity of escape came from the least expected source.

"No need for such haste, Bil," a dark hand fell on Ticket Taker's shoulder. He seemed startled at it and at the silky words of the speaker.

You were already inching yourself towards the exit. Jester crossed the distance, halting your escape and blocking you from Ticket Taker with one arm.

"Jester? I thought we were above such petty squabbles, unlike certain other members of the troupe"

"Rest assured, dear friend, we are. Unfortunately, those very members of the troupe left quite a mess. It must be dealt with."

You take your chances where you can:

"Nice move, Jester, send him away to deal with the mess to have your way with me unobstructed"

Jester narrowed his eyes at you, but snapped his attention back to Ticket Taker:

"Really now, Jester? The girl was mine... And I do not appreciate my schedule being interfered with"

You leave them to discuss it alone. It'll buy you a minute tops - they really are above petty squabbles and can easily spot your attempts to sow discord... But you'll take what you can get... Besides, a busy street is right around here somewhere. Getting lost in the crowd is exactly what you need right now...

You feel two pairs of eyes burn into your back as you disappear amongst strangers and street lights.

★☆★

The two figures on the rooftop sighed at your departure into the night. The taller one clad in dark purple turned to the other:

"I didnt expect her to be so stubborn in her escape. One could think she'd be smart enough to recognise this game for what it is."

A beat of silence.

"You don't think she truly believes we'd devour her? She should know by now that we have no such inclinations towards her"

"Hmm, our inclinations towards her are..." Jester gestured vaguely, searching for a word, before settling on: "Different. That is true..."

"Perhaps your attempt at humour earlier frightened her" Ticket Taker ponders, a quiet jab at his friend

"I think we have simply miscalculated."

"Miscalculated? You?" There is incredulity in his tone

"Our darling Y/n is a bit more clueless and has a far deeper competitive streak than I imagined... Still, makes the victory that much more sweeter."

★☆★

You shivered as the sky slowly turned from midnight to a dark violet, soon to be rosy with sunrise. The jacket Ticket Taker so courteously lent you - what a gentleman - provided meager warmth as you huddled it tighter around you. You walked the empty streets, briefly wondering if the monsters have given up on finding you.

You shoot them a quick "given up yet?" text and see 5 typing bubbles. A few second later you receive your responses:

"Of course not, My Lady" - Pierrot, ever so sweet.

"No, but you should... If you let me get you now, I promise to be merciful~" - Harlequin, the flirt he is...

"Fascinating confidence for someone right within my reach" - Jester, his mysterious and thinly veiled threats that sent your heart racing just like his compliments and affection did. He truly had a way with words.

"No. I have quite a lot in mind I want to do which would require your assistance" - Doctor, ever so blunt, so forward with his intentions

"You have already taken more time out of our schedule than you ought to. Let's not prolong the inevitable, dearest. Now, be a good girl" - Ticket Taker, he can be so uptight... But just as charming when he wants to be

They were persistent. And you've had a lot of close run-ins throughout the night. They remained ever so determined to get you.

You smile softly at the memories. You are rather fond of them. Perhaps fondness is too weak of a word... With the cool night air and sky the colour of violets another word burrows it's way into your mind - Love. It startles you slightly... But settles in so naturally in your mind you can't refute it.

The game is coming to a closure. A shame. It was fun... It would be nice to maybe watch the sunset rise on some rooftop and then show up to the circus beaming with victory. Or maybe it would be more fun to... Let one of them catch you... After all, it's not a complete loss for you if you let them. And there just might be one who really deserves a win...

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

A/n: let me know what you think and I'll start on some of the endings... Soon... Yeah

Endings:

Pierrot

Ticket Taker

Doctor

[dark-raven-666]

Pierrot NSFW alphabet

Disclaimer!! I do not own the character and there are HEADCANONS not canon in any way. This is purely fan work.

Warnings: 18+, Pierrot being yandere

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Holding you TIGHTLY. He never wants to let go, his love finally let him be with them. He is drop dead in love.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: his hands, he thinks they hold a lot of power and he loves how it feels when he runs them over your body

Yours: EVERYTHING. How can he pick when your just so perfect?!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On you, on himself, on the sheets, on the floor, on your underwear. Somehow it's even on the ceiling. Absolutely loves leaving his scent on you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Stalks you, jerks off in your closet while he watches you masturbate, steals your underwear and jerks off into it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not at all. He has never felt this way before and now that he has seen you how could he give his cock to ANYONE but you?!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary and mating press. He caresses your face, loves you, and really feels you while he takes you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Usually it's neatly shaved but for you he will do anything, grow it, shave it, even wax it. Usually he would like it long enough to have his happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very Romantic. Might even cry from how much love he is feeling. Holds you very closely and sobs after.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you date; Yes, yes, yes. In your closet, to your clothes, to a picture of you.

After: no need to, he just comes to you but still does it when you're not in the mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cum play, scratching his back while he fucks you, sloppy sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, tent, backrooms at work. But he preferably takes you in your bed where your scent is everywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Everything about you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The word "no" doesn't exist in his dictionary when it comes to you but he really doesn't like to hurt you. I think he would be hesitant with bdsm

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving and receiving. He loves to drink up all your juice and cum. Multiple rounds for as much as you like.

He cannot even fathom the fact that you would like to suck HIS cock. Feels like you're worshipping him, loving him, HIM of all people. He might just cum from the first touch.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends in his mood. Usually sloppy and fast, rough and deep when Harlequin pisses him off and gentle and loving when you're making love.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, can do, will do. Anything you ask for.

He doesn't love them since he feels they disrespect you and your love for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Willing to experiment and take risks. Anything for his dear one.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This guy is not human, he is a BEAST could fill you until you're leaking and still keep going

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. Why would you want a toy? Is he not good enough? Do you not love him like he thought? Why would HE use one on his body when he belongs all to you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not too much, if you tease and brat a lot he might a little but otherwise he hands you everything on a silver spoon.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud if you allow him, whines, groans, hisses when he enters, and heavy breathing. If you prefer he stay quiet he will try his best but whines will slip

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Uncut and big. In their world cutting the foreskin doesn't make sense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

BIG. 7-8 inches. A grower and a shower. Hear me out. He is tall and NOT human, why would he have a human sized cock?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Every second of every day for all eternity.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not too fast, he clings to you, cries, asks if you still love him, only sleeps with cuddles and love. Needs you to put him to sleep like a baby.

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A/N: first work for this awesome game. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this game and I adore Pierrot. I could make another for Harlequin later. ♥︎♥︎

[jahodas-cherrykiss]

What a cutie💕

[gb-v01]

KISSKISSKISS-

[melisahoxha009]

Hey...can i request the freak circus x f!Mc who's ticklish? I think it would be cute! Saw your freak circus stuff and loved it!!!

Yes, that doesn’t sound cute, let’s do it ❤️

The freak circus x f!Mc who’s ticklish

Pierrot

He found out by accident… his hand brushed up against your stomach when you were wearing a crop top and then you started laughing… he was so confused at first… why is his lady laughing He didn’t do any of his circus tricks?

He was still confused when you told him he tickle you… because he’s pretty sure his hand just brushed slightly against your sides… he did ask permission to try it again… and was surprised by your reaction… but it was adorable… he didn’t know his lady laugh so easily

He he is actually going to ask permission before tickling you… but he also might “accidentally” brush up against you in a way that makes you laugh… although if you call him out for it, he will practically start crying and apologise to you saying how he just wanted to see your beautiful laugh… please don’t be mad at him

Harlequin

He actually tickled you one day as a joke… and then how big of a reaction you had… and now you have a problem…a green-clown-keeps-tickling-me problem…. You could swear he has some sort of tracking device on you or something because he always knows where you are and comes to tickle you…

He finds your reactions so fun… who knew his dear had such adorable high-pitched laughter just from a simple touch… he is honestly almost disappointed with himself that he didn’t find this out sooner he could have done this for way longer

Now you have to hide from the green clown… who always puts his hands on you trying to tickle you… word of advice Pierrot is a safe place to be… he’s happy to have his lady in his arms and be able to beat up Harlequin it’s a win-win

Jester

The first time he did it, he only went to startle you a bit… he didn’t expect that reaction… the way is pretty interesting… who knew his light was so easy to make happy…. Certainly, not like a monster like him…. they don’t really react much to touch (because thick skin/fur/feathers/scales/etc)

He would actually tickle you out of the blue when he wants a reaction… it is rare… but you will never see yet coming… you swear he just pops out out of thin air… you’re pretty sure it’s his illusions though, but you will never know…

He does wonder why your body is so sensitive and reactive… even more so than regular humans… he does wonder what other touches would give you other strong reactions~

Ticket taker

He did it completely by accident he swore he didn’t even mean to touch you as he passed by… though he does think your reaction was a bit excessive…. He didn’t expect your skin to be that sensitive to touch and sensation …

He will try not to do it again… but he is curious… very curious… and would actually very much like to see your reaction if he did it again… he does like hearing your laugh sense he rarely gets to, even in the circuit there is more screaming than laughing

Though he may claim to have never done it… he may or may not use the excuse of you getting lost in his mirror tent to hold onto you… and “accidentally”brush his fingers against your side when you ticklish… his favourite visitor truly never ceases to entertain him

Doctor

He found out when he was giving you a check up in his tent… and you start giggling when his hands went down to your waist for measuring… he initially did not get what you were laughing, you were in the middle of an examination what is there to laugh about?…

He did figure out it was because he touched you that you laughed… but he has to admit you are definitely the most sensitive of his patient’s none of them have ever laughed during his exam examinations most of them were screaming… though that might be why you are his favourite patient~

He would be fascinated, though… how is your body so sensitive and reactive even to the smallest touch… he actually would want a test how sensitive you actually are… so would you let him?~

I hope you enjoyed it ❤️

[the-silent-role]

9 please! (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

{//||--I got 8 pages of carried the literal fuck away. LOL Enjoy being spoiled rotten, I guess haha. 18+ CONTENT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Kinktober list #9 I focused on Locker Room(;

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The graveyard shift employee at the gym hadn't so much as looked up, his eyes glued to his iPhone. You were half tempted to scan your grocery rewards card just to see how he’d react. Alas, that would require the effort to fish it out, and showing up tonight—continuing your three-month streak—had already drained the shallow reserve of determination you possessed. Rolling your eyes, you scanned your actual gym badge and headed straight for the weights, towing your small neon gym bag with you.

Honestly, the facility being open 24 hours was the sole reason you’d chosen this membership. It offered unmatched convenience around your job, your semblance of a social life, and the Freak Circus you now regularly attended later in the evenings. Beggars couldn’t be choosers; you’d gladly trade excellent customer service for an empty building and zero eyes on you.

The Freak Circus... You frowned.

Between your evening shift at the cafe and the mountain of college assignments piling up, it really hadn't been reasonable to attend Pierrot’s performance tonight. You desperately needed to convince your lover to get a phone. Poor thing tended to become anxious when he didn't know your whereabouts or if you were safe.

You imagined it was a standard worry for a monster in a world full of, well... other monsters, whether they took the form of creature or a human. Jester made his distaste for your kind very clear, and you never argued. Partly because you agreed with him, and partly because you felt like you were constantly playing a game with him akin to winning over a protective parent's favor.

Deciding to skip the locker room until the end of your session, you set your obnoxiously bright bag on the floor. There wasn't any need for a locker anyway; it wasn't as if anyone was around to steal your keys or wallet—and the joke was on them regardless, since you never carried cash. You stared down the weight machine before you, psyching yourself up.

One deep breath, another, a few quick stretches—you got this.

— — — —

About thirty minutes passed, and you’d worked up quite a sheen. Having already cycled through your deadlifts and cable tower routines, you were now struggling through the final stretch of your HIIT exercises. Ending with high-intensity intervals always sucked—your lungs burned by the final rep—but damn, the cooldown stretches that followed were heavenly.

Still... you couldn’t shake the heavy sensation of being watched.

The employee had stepped away to use the restroom a short while ago, leaving the building entirely empty. Not a soul should have been here at this hour. You glanced around discretely between movements, but saw nothing. Maybe the paranoia stemmed from your new workout attire. It was a bit more revealing than what you usually tolerated, but adding HIIT to your regimen required adaptations.

The black spandex short-shorts offered unparalleled freedom of movement, and the dropped armholes of the loose tank top provided vital ventilation. It would have been entirely unacceptable on its own, but paired with a cute neon sports bra that matched your new gym bag? It was styled perfection compared to your usual thrown-together ensembles.

Those were the practical reasons, obviously. Not shallow fashion. Not at all.

You giggled to yourself in a daze, a mix of the clock ticking past 2 AM and sheer physical exhaustion hitting you hard during your final stretches. Reaching into your bag, you took a long swig of water to hydrate, lost in a sudden debate.

If you went home now, you’d immediately pass out. Yet, you usually turned your nose up at the locker room. It wasn't an upkeep issue—it had looked pristine the last few visits you checked—but something about the thought of a day's worth of strangers sweating, changing, and spraying deodorant in there felt off-putting.

Then again, you really didn't want to wash your bedsheets tomorrow because you slept in them covered in gym grime. Letting out a dramatic groan, you gathered your belongings and stood up, dragging your feet toward the back of the facility. It would be fine. Nobody was there. It was already cleaned.

You hyped yourself up with every step, completely missing the glinting eyes of your lovable predator lurking in the shadows. Pierrot tracked you hungrily as you turned the corner, watching you absently reach into your sports bra to wipe away a bead of moisture tickling the valley of your chest.

Your chosen Spotify playlist prevented you from hearing him as he darted into the locker room behind you with inhuman speed. A low rumble vibrated in his chest, showcasing the fragile restraint he was using to keep his more animalistic side at bay. An opportunity with the two of you alone had presented itself. He could smell an 'intruder,' if needed, and stop. Yes. He had this figured out.

Besides, he couldn't leave you now. Not like this—glistening like a goddess, putting your strength on display, and seductively flashing far too much skin for his liking. Pierrot was learning to respect your autonomy, your boundaries, and your right to wear whatever you pleased out in public. But this crossed a line.

He loomed silently behind you as you bent forward to gather toiletries from the bag you’d placed on the bench. He exhaled a shaky breath through a sharp, wild smile.

The way the curve of your ass popped out of the bottom of your spandex shorts, exposing the soft curve of flesh where cheek met thigh... he was already rigid and practically feral. There was no need to be shy; you had accepted him for what he was. Impatient and impulsive, Pierrot shot his hands forward, pulling your back flush against his chest. His inhuman-lengthed desire pressed hard against your lower spine. Before you could panic, his clawed hand clamped over your mouth to stifle any noise, while his other hand slid down to rub over your center completely uninhibited. And he was merciless in this art form of pleasing you; in his mind, he had every right to be.

The familiar scent of his post-show sweat and the sight of white hair in the corner of your eye calmed you, if only marginally. Your muscles were already melting from the workout, and his unyielding massage only accelerated the collapse of your defenses. Your eyes rolled back as you relaxed against him; you knew your monster well enough to trust he’d picked up on any noise if the employee came to investigate.

He got carried away sometimes, but there was something incredibly thrilling about the semi-public risk. Or perhaps you just missed your lover. It had been two days—an eternity by his standards.

Pierrot felt your faint smile against his gloved palm, misinterpreting it to match his own single-minded focus. His unnaturally long tongue ventured out, swirling over the shell of your ear before deftly flicking one of your wireless headphones out. You didn't care as it clattered to the tile floor, a muffled gasp escaping your throat.

He tasted your skin before growling in a low, possessive register. Oh, fuck. It was going to be that kind of night. You adored your shy, gentle, stammering monster—the epitome of a doting house-husband fantasy. But Pierrot’s beastly side? He was always careful with you unless prompted, but certain things simply drove him carnally mad.

"Do you know what you're doing to me, my lady?" he snarled, an approving tone bleeding through as your slick warmth began to seep through the spandex. "You must know... It's close to three days away from you, and you walk around dressed like this, for everyone to see—"

An animalistic vibration in his throat echoed against your ear as his tongue dragged across your skin. You collapsed into him, reaching back in a desperate attempt to hold onto something—anything—to keep yourself upright. His steel strength anchored you effortlessly. Your insides turned to liquid under the phenomenal rhythm of his fingers, moving exactly the way you had taught him.

"You're testing me," he spat out, sending a fierce shiver down your spine. Pierrot rolled his hips without a second thought, grinding himself into the small of your back to show you exactly what you were dealing with.

"Provoking me." He chuckled breathlessly as your knees buckled, but the clown refused to let you fall. You stayed pinned in place, thighs trembling as an imminent climax loomed on the horizon. "You wish to see me come undone, dear one, but I can assure you..." Pierrot's voice dropped to a dark whisper, his soft tongue replaced by the graze of sharp teeth against your earlobe. "I will drag your very being to that point with me."

That voice paired with the sheer mental image did you in. Muffled cries tore against his palm as your body fractured into a sudden, rolling orgasm. You felt your walls spasm around an aching emptiness, a void you would beg him to fill the moment he allowed you to speak. For now, he hushed you with quiet shhs between deep chest growls.

His fingers never stopped their friction through the fabric—selfish in your opinion, entirely justified in his. Before you even had time to recover, the stimulation vanished, replaced by an aggressive tug as he systematically ripped apart the crotch seam of your spandex.

No need to worry about wearing those around anyone else now; he was practically beaming at having solved two problems at once. Old monster habits died hard. The cool air hit your exposed skin suddenly, causing your body to jerk as you acclimated to the temperature.

Your eyes rolled back once more with a moan, allowing him to puppeteer your weight. You were too spent and too turned-on to actively participate. Damn him, he must have waited until after your workout for this exact reason, rather than intercepting you beforehand. He liked to play the perfect gentleman, but you were becoming acutely aware of his more calculated streaks.

A rasped cry of surprise was swallowed down as his deadly hand returned, sliding up and down between your folds. You leaned forward slightly, shifting your hips as your lover traced your most sensitive points.

"Oh, my dear," he murmured, rhythmically grinding against you as his hand worked, completely past the point of self-control. "How I wish I could hear you cry out, knowing that I'm the one causing such beautiful sounds... knowing how well you will take me..."

You tried to move with him, pushing past the deep ache in your muscles. Pierrot could have slammed you onto the bench and taken you right then, but he lingered in the anticipation, practically drooling at the thought of the upcoming reward.

"I know how I want this to go, my lady, but when you do this to me... burning me from the inside out," he spoke slowly, burying two fingers deep inside you with a heavy push, "I can feel that you're burning too. But you must be patient... Quiet."

His fingers hooked inward, driving upward to hit the ridges of your swelling g-spot over and over. Pierrot's other hand cautiously shifted from your mouth. His dick throbbed at the sight of a small string of saliva connecting his palm to your lips. Tilting your chin up, he pressed the back of your head against his chest, devouring your expression with wide, dark eyes.

He was engraving every sensation directly into his soul to remember for all his long life. "Can you do that for me...?"

A small, pathetic whine escaped you. Ever the angel, Pierrot lowered his tongue into your panting mouth, tangling it with yours in a deep, massaging dance. Shockingly, he maintained enough restraint not to completely engulf you—yet.

He nearly lost it right there. Feeling the wet walls contracting tightly around his fingers threatened to break his focus. No. Not yet. He had far more in mind.

Spurred by the meticulous fantasy in his head, Pierrot withdrew his hand and whirled you into his next desired position. Light-headed, breathless, and seeing stars, you offered no resistance. You were entirely willing to be manipulated, molded, and sent soaring by your pleasure-obsessed monster. Instantly, the hard edge of the bench pressed against your back. Pierrot shoved your gym bag beneath your head as a makeshift pillow—though not before snatching something from inside it—and suddenly tore open your tank top, ripping the front of your sports bra to shreds.

You tried to sit up in half-hearted protest, but the wild, predatory look in his eye anchored you to the wood. He wasn't done, and a few scraps of ruined fabric were irrelevant compared to your absolute ruin. A long, yellow tongue traced a path from your collarbone down into the valley of your breasts. His claws gripped your hips—firmly, but careful not to break skin—his gaze burning with absolute need as he played with your left nipple. He wrapped and flicked his tongue on the beautiful peak before affectionately balancing his attention on the right one.

There was no mystery as to where this was heading. Well-trained by now, your entire body quivered in exquisitely torturous anticipation as you sunk back into the gym bag. Pierrot knew how exhausted you were; he seemed entirely devoted to treating your body like an instrument to be played, content to let you sing under his touch. You’d have to return the favor another time, though he rarely allowed it anyway. He always preferred to turn you into a pillow princess, so reversals took some calculated words.

"Ah—Ahhh—!" You went to slam your hands over your own mouth, but stopped when he thrust an object into your field of vision.

Panting, you looked down. His stare was heavy, dark, and hungry, yet he waited patiently for you to process what he was holding: a pair of clean panties from your bag.

A fierce blush washed over your face at the sheer embarrassment of it, wondering if this was part of some twisted game. Then again, probably not. Pierrot was breathing heavily, his master plan paused only as long as it took for you to accept the strawberry-printed cotton and stuff it into your mouth in silent understanding.

Even if the employee outside was glued to his phone, the guy wasn't deaf. An empty gym offered great perks, but its acoustics without a crowd were a distinct downfall. The generic pop-charts music could only hide so much of this encounter.

Pierrot waited for your nod, watching your chest heave before he slid down the length of the bench. Unashamed, he ground his rigid length against the wood to find a modicum of relief before his tongue slithered back up your thigh to find your center.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body aching, burning, and hyper-sensitive from being recently edged. He always traced these agonizing little circles around your entrance before diving in, pulsing and exploring every hidden fold with a diligence that drove you mad.

Claws slowly raked down the tops of your thighs. You knew he was watching your every reaction—observing every twitch, gagged moan, and arch of your back. You did everything possible to ignore how you must smell post-workout, but unlike human standards, Pierrot acted like a cat discovering a stash of premium catnip. Your natural scent enveloped his heightened senses, driving him further down the spiral.

A deep breath expanded his chest, and his yellow tongue stroked within you with even more vigor than before. You were sweating, your thighs quaking beneath his claws, and the muffled, coarse cry you let out finally pushed him over the edge of his sensory overload.

In a flash of movement, Pierrot hooked his claws into the underside of the wooden bench and positively mauled the support beams. Thankfully, the splintering wood wasn't loud enough to pierce through the facility's ambient music, but the sheer displays of raw force sent you straight over the precipice. It wasn't just the physical stimulation; it was the psychological thrill of the danger, and his immediate, snap decision to protect you—even if it meant protecting you from himself.

You rewarded him beautifully. Rings of muscle massaged his tongue in waves of gratitude as your climax crashed over you. His claws flexed, burying deeper into the wood. Greedily, Pierrot pulled back just enough to lap up your release, truly appreciating everything you had just given him.

Sensitive and becoming completely overworked, your core spasmed in erratic, gentle tremors. Pierrot stared up at you with molten amber eyes, looking as though you had hung the stars in the night sky yourself.

"You're so good to me, my lady," he murmured, dipping his head once more without breaking eye contact. The longer strands of his white hair tickled your inner thighs, and bells jingled softly in the quiet room.

You’d been so distracted you hadn't even noticed—his hat was still on. It was a detail you'd hold onto for later.

Hot, ragged breath fanned your skin. "So good..."

Pierrot froze, blinking down at you curiously as your small hand gently cupped against his cheek. Your upper arms trembled violently, a combined protest from a grueling gym routine and an intense climax. In the quiet aftermath, a sudden realization struck you: you had never asked this of him before. You had never experienced something so beautifully feral.

Now, you wanted to share another first with him. You felt safe enough to cross a new, more intense threshold.

"P-Pierrot, please," your breathless plea finally caused him to loosen his destructive grip on the splintered wood below. "I—please, can you..."

There wasn't an eloquent way to phrase it. Sensing your hesitation, he realized you weren't begging for his usual careful approach. Shifting his weight, he pressed his forehead against yours, cupping your jaw with an overwhelming amount of tenderness. He swiped his tongue across your cheek—a basic, instinctual monster habit meant to soothe you.

"Dear one, w-what is it?" Pierrot’s frame shuddered, primed to execute your next command, whatever it might be, for your ultimate comfort. But this submission didn't come without its inner turmoil. In the dark recesses of his mind, he wondered if he could take you roughly enough to destroy the bench entirely—not that he would ever dare break you.

"I'd do anything for you, my dear. Please," he urged you to ease his rising panic, tracking your gaze as it darted away. You suddenly looked deeply embarrassed. "Did I do something wrong...?"

"Could you please," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper against his lips, "fuck me."

He stilled instantly, his voice losing its confident, protective edge. "My dear..."

"Pierrot." You boldly locked eyes with him, your chest heaving. "You've made love to me, many times. Now, please... be the only one to fuck me. I want to... feel the difference."

A lightning bolt of pure electricity shot through his spine. All those whispered hopes of how your bodies could truly merge—the sinful, predatory dreams of taking you in a more primal sense—erupted at once. Without a word, he scooped you into his arms as if you weighed nothing and snatched your gym bag.

Pierrot might have been single-minded, but he was clever enough to gather the tangible evidence, carrying you swiftly to the third row of showers in the very back of the locker room. He tossed your neon bag to the tile floor. You expected him to strip away your shredded rags of clothing next; instead, he began to disrobe himself. His hat and colorful costume were discarded outside the stall, momentarily forgotten alongside your belongings.

Refusing to break eye contact, he stood before you in his strong, three-horned, scarred magnificence. You swallowed hard. As he turned the water on, his gaze methodically mapped your body, his unique, impressive length already rigid and swelling at the knot. Every fiber of your being knew he was calculating exactly how much strength he could deploy without injuring you. He was walking a razor-thin line between vigorous physical possession and—no, he refused to let his mind wander to dark places.

"A-are you sure, my lady..." It was his final gentlemanly effort, his chest heaving with the immense restraint required to keep from unleashing himself upon you. Should you change your mind.

You backed up until your back made contact with the shower wall across from him, separated by a mere five feet of cool air. Your palms pressed flat against the wet tiles as you both panted, staring each other down. Pierrot looked at you in absolute awe, intoxicated by the fact that you chose to give him so much of yourself. He wasn't sure what he’d done in a past life to deserve it, but he would greedily claim every piece. For your part, you looked at him with profound appreciation for everything this monster had been willing to learn just so you could continue attempts to coexist in a healthy, loving way.

It had taken a lot of trial, error, and compromise.

"Yes." It was as simple as that.

By now, Pierrot's long hair was completely soaked, water cascading down the three curved horns crowning his head. For a few passing seconds, he simply stared at you in proud admiration—before lunging forward, lifting you, and pinning you hard against the wall. He couldn't bring himself to turn you around and breed you the way his instincts screamed, but it wasn't out of chivalry.

No, he needed to watch you unravel—just for him—in real time.

Aligning himself beneath you with aggressive urgency, he used his hands to guide your hips down onto his length. Even in his frenzy, he remained mindful of his knot, despite your reckless request. As you opened your mouth to cry out from the sudden stretch, his tongue darted in to strangle the sound. Pierrot invaded your mouth completely, filling it to the absolute limit. You were forced to breathe entirely through your nose to accommodate the heavy, slick gag of his tongue.

A familiar, internal pop was met with a vibration of profound satisfaction echoing in his throat. You could feel the intense, unyielding wideness of his success. Your eyes practically crossed, and your fingers dug desperately into his shoulders. It didn't matter; he didn't need you to support your own weight. Sandwiched between the unforgiving tile and his massive build, you were locked in place, taken at a wickedly inhuman pace.

Pierrot was unable to fully withdraw due to you both being locked together, but the short, unrelenting bursts of his thrusts had you groaning and clawing at his skin. Gods be damned, he wanted to last forever just to watch you break. His eyes remained wide, drinking in the hyper-focused sight of your expression as he kissed you roughly. You couldn't take the entirety of his tongue, but he was toeing the absolute limit. On some level, panic flared, your breath hitching into coarse, muffled grunts against his mouth.

He let out a sharp whine in response, which quickly bled into a reassured growl. Locking one powerful forearm beneath your left thigh and ass, he bucked wildly. His other hand... thank gods there were no cameras in the locker room. Pierrot’s claws were channeling his primal overload into the environment once more, scoring deep, ruinous gouges into the shower tile.

Suddenly overstimulated, you slapped pathetically at his shoulders, but your cries were swallowed whole. You could handle this; he could sense it and attempted reassurance through as softer sound between your mouths. Pierrot rutted into you at a frantic rhythm, his expression twisting into a mask of pure, possessive lust. Moving his tile-destroying claws up to your face, he cupped your jaw sweetly for a split second before tangling his fingers in your wet hair.

He hummed into your mouth, trying to soothe your panic even as his lower body remained relentless. His hips curled upward with every strike, invading and filling every divine bit of space you had to offer. He was hitting the exact angle you needed—a fact confirmed by the rewarding, frantic clenching of your inner walls. The expert monster wanted to perfect everything for your ruin; he shifted his weight slightly, ensuring the sensitive peaks of your nipples ground directly against his bare chest.

Every part of you was stimulated. Conquered. Abducted to become his; only his.

Until your only remaining thought was him.

In quiet submission, you stopped hitting his trap muscles and dug your nails ferociously into his back instead. You were rewarded with a deep, vibrating rumble from his chest. Your mouth, nipples, and aching center were entirely overwhelmed. The whimpers trapped in his mouth became staccato, high-pitched, and frantic.

Pierrot knew you were on the precipice, feeling your body clamp down around him in desperate waves. Despite the exquisite danger of loud cries in the moment, he finally granted you a brief reprieve, breaking the absurdly deep kiss. He almost came right then from the sheer sight of you—breathless, flushed, and completely wrecked. Foreheads pressed together, he growled out in a low, harsh whisper.

"Look. At. Me. My dear one," he commanded. His stamina was terrifying; his pace hadn't flagged once since it started. If anything, the upward curl of his thrusts became even more intense. An exhausted, shivering mess, your eyes locked onto his in a jerking, helpless gaze. "You're mine."

A whine of confirmation slipped past your lips as your lower lip trembled. This impending climax was so intense that the boundary where pain ended and unnaturally sharp pleasure began completely dissolved.

"You're," he hesitated, some fractured pieces of his old self still needing mending in your presence. "Y-you're not going anywhere. Mine. Mine. Mine."

Gathering every ounce of your remaining strength, your senses pushed beyond their absolute limit, you managed a slurred reply. "Yours... M'not—ahh—leaving."

His wild bucking stuttered as he clenched his teeth, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your shaking hands reached up to hug around his neck. As the orgasm slammed into you, you bit down on your lip until the coppery taste of blood bloomed. Your fingers flexed, wrapping around two of his outer horns in a deliberate, shaking grip.

That specific touch sent your monster entirely over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back, your mouth falling open in a state of dumbfounded bliss. Your hands got lost in his hair as you felt his spasming release shoot in large, searing bursts deep inside you. Pierrot trembled violently against your frame, leaning his dead weight into you as you bit his shoulder—anything to find an anchor against the internal explosion from his twitching length.

Slowly, the sounds of reality returned: the heavy patter of the shower water and the sound of your labored breathing. Attempting to return his earlier gesture, you weakly dragged your tongue up his wet cheek, pressing your faces together and sighing into his ear, sending a final shiver down his spine.

But as the fog of pleasure began to clear, a very important, very physical consequence began to sink in.

"P-Pierrot...?"

His face remained nuzzled into your neck, his words muffled by your skin. "Yes, dear one...?"

"H-how long are we stuck like this—"

You both blinked.

Fuck.

[melisahoxha009]

tfc boys reaction to f!mc who has a tramp stamp? or tattoos in general yknow

Yes, of course let’s do that ❤️

I actually search Pinterest to find a tramp stamp tattoo that I liked to use as inspiration for this (spend a good three hours on it trying to find something I really like, and also that is not tattooed in the butt of a real person)

Of course you can use your imagination to how you would want your own tramp stamp, now let’s do the boys seeing this

The freak circus x f!Mc with a tramp stamp tattoo

Pierrot

Oh…oh god… he might have actually died… he saw it when you were bending over…It was a hot summer day so you were very short little rise pants and crop top… believe it when I say his face went redder then his costume…

You might actually need to slap him a few times to get him back on planet Earth… but when you do…you really should not have done that… because those lovesick eyes he was giving you would make a P start start praying for your safety… though he probably will not do anything to you… after all his lady is way too precious to him, he could never even imagine doing anything that would make you upset or uncomfortable

Though he will be asking a lot of questions about that… mostly to try and distract himself from thought that should not see the light of day and also because he is genuinely curious why you would get something like that on that part of your body…

Harlequin

How could you let him see that? Like really do you not know this guy by now?… oh you sweet poor thing you should have known very well by now not to wear anything revealing around him, especially something that might expose that particular tattoo on your lower back…. Well, it’s too late now….

He will be asking questions… a lot of questions… a lot of questions which should never be spoken… congratulations you have unlocked Harlequin pervert mode, pro max version… lock your doors and windows at night if you don’t want to find yourself with him on your bed in the morning… but no shame if you do want that 😏

Be ready for him to always have a hand on your lower back even when you are wearing clothing that do not reveal the tattoo… also be ready for him to practically investigate you “ my dear~ you have not shown this to anyone else right? I’m the only one right?…. I better be.”

Jester

Oh dear…what a nice surprise~ he didn’t know his dear light was into this sort of thing…well he is not complaining wean you bent over and unknowingly showed it to him…actually he might “accidentally” drop things asking you to pick them up to see it again…and you probably will not know for weeks that he knows~

Thought you will notice he has been putting his hands on you back quite often…and has gained more fondness for your behind…and that is wean it hit you that you have a tattoo in there that you forgot about…

Believe me one day wean you were alone in a dark room…he was behind you…and you felt him get lower…and his lips were on your lower back kissing at the tattoo …oh God you could die…worth it though~

Ticket taker

Well he did not quite get what he saw…mostly because he was shocked and he is an old man who doesn’t get tattoos…but he was quite intrigued wean you explained it to him…his favourite visitor does have good taste in these things

He will ask questions because he is curious…and he does like your cute reactions to questions as to why you decided to get inked in that particular place?~ but he is genuinely interested in knowing about it

He is a bit of a traditionalist so he still doesn’t get why you would taint your beautiful skin in ink…but it does look incredibly sexy on you…so he can’t complain about it~

Doctor

Questions immediately. The second he sees it he is asking all sorts of things about it. Did it hurt? What kind of ink is it ? Do you have others ? Can you pull down your pants so he can get a better look?…that last one is important…

He does want to give you a tattoo, he is confident he can do it he can make herbal ink as well…and he would like to see more of his favourite patient…you would let him right?~

He might actually be curious enough to actually consider giving himself a tattoo…though he would like it if you got one with him~ maybe each other initials ?~

I hope you like it ❤️

[ticket-takers-mask]

I imagine when you've known pierrot long enough he starts being comfortable enough to show you his goofy sides.

teasing you by sneaking up behind you because he knows how jumpy you get when you're surprised (then proceed to smile innocently about it) , cracking the corniest jokes just to see you smile, and giggling when you make a small mistake while baking/cooking with him.

he's not mean like harlequin or jester when it comes to the teasing/mocking. he still loves you a lot to not want any sort of negative reactions from you.

but since you started to accept him and love him for who he truly is, he no longer has to focus on changing bits of himself to be the perfect guy for you.

he still can't believe you chose him — much less the real him, something he's hidden away in fear of you leaving him.

so little by little, he shows his appreciation by revealing his softer side beyond the crazy obsession he has for you (which may or may not have intensified now)

[daichichirou]

Fun little illustration I did <3 reposts appreciated

[yoma-2698]

Witch AU!

[melisahoxha009]

hihi, I have tfc req if that's okay?

so, the boys x f!mc like jessica rabbit! yknow, tall, curvy, elegant and seductive, very femme fatale vibess

She's super glitzy, glamorous, sings amazingly etc

Sure, let’s do it❤️

The freak circus x f!mc, like Jessica rabbit

(also fun fact about Jessica Rabbit, her height is 5’9 but with her iconic heels, she was closer to around 6 feet or more)

Pierrot

Poor thing is a nervous wreck… like actually can’t look at you for more than a minute before his face going redder than his outfit… it is so cute… especially when he’s following you around like an abandoned puppy…but also like a guard dog ready to bite anyone that tries to touch or even look at you wrong…

But God help him… he is so nervous around you especially when you wear revealing things… after all you are already the most gorgeous person he knows even in rags… all dressed up in a tight dress, make up and heels and poor thing might actually die…

And when you are singing on stage all dolled up… a lot of men giving you googly eyes… will be found missing possibly the next day, nobody knows what happened to them or where their bodies are

Harlequin

He will act like he is not charmed by your looks… it is a complete lie under that mask and clothing He is as pink as Colombina… he will be more flirtatious but you can always hear the slight stutter in his voice, especially when you give him a look~

Oh, how he adores that body of yours… you can always find his hands somewhere especially pulling you closer by that thin waist… but he especially loves your sexy deep voice when you whisper or sing close to his ear it makes him feel so good but also like the degenerate he is

But also be ready for him to somehow ruin your singing career… mostly because he doesn’t want you to be seen or heard by anyone else but him… so let’s just say you have lost a lot of regulars due to “mysterious circumstances”~

Jester

Honey, this man is mommy… like you~ so he can usually handle you the best out of everyone, you will be the sexiest duo ever… but even he has to admit to himself you are truly quite a tease, his Dear light~… so you don’t truly expect him to act unaffected do you? You should know that with such good looks a lot of attention comes~

Dearest light… you should understand he is a man too… so you cannot tease him with wearing such tight outfits around that beautiful curvy body and expect him to do nothing… this is your fault after all why did God make you so beautiful? You cannot blame him for wanting to place kisses down your long, beautiful legs and back…and possibly someplace else~

As for the fools who look at you while you’re performing… he doesn’t like them, but he doesn’t consider them a threat… until they actually try something… that is when you truly understand what a monster is and why they are feared~

Ticket taker

Well, he has certainly seen a much bigger crowd of visitors coming to visit the circus ever since you started coming there regularly… and even though it bothers him, he understands why… even though he’s a gentleman, he is still a man and has eyes~

Even though he loves you and thinks you are the most gorgeous person he has ever laid eyes on… he really wishes you could cover up a bit more… after all he can feel eyes on you even when you’re doing nothing… and while he doesn’t seem like it, he doesn’t like it… after all you are his favourite visitor… he wouldn’t want anyone to get any ideas with you

He is more lenient than the others about the man coming to your shows and watching you… he gets it that’s why he’s there as well, so he can’t really judge… though he did bring a small mirror with him just in case~

Doctor

He is incredibly interested on your body… it is so proportionate… in the best way possible… tall build with a thin waist plump both on the upper and lower assets… and that deep alluring voice combine with the most gorgeous face he has ever seen… truly a magnificent specimen~

He doesn’t expect anything less from his favourite patient… but it does hurt his pride as a doctor a bit when thinking about your body thinking about something other than medicine… truly you have corrupted him a bit~

Honestly, he looks at the man that come to your shows like specimen… or more specifically like animals going through heat… though if one of them gets a bit too brave they also would be quite interesting test subjects after all he has starting to run out out of the live ones…

I hope you enjoyed that, even though it’s short

[that-one-weird-simp]

Jealous Beasts~

ATTEMPTED AMPUTATION, CRACK, OOC, AND ANIMAL LIKE BEHAVIOR

I saw some videos of cats getting jealous of other cats so im like.. why not do this with the TFC cast..

(Bonus columbina because a friend of mine @echantedtoon loves her so much)

TFC CAST but they smell another of of their kin on you..

Pierrot

This man has been pulling on your blanket while on you. Whining like a dog while acting like a fucking maniac. Once whiff of another monster on you and he was in some weird ass jealous cat mode. He chased you around your fucking apartment before you covered yourself in your covers. Hes scratching your bed and rubbing his scent all over you to get rid of the others scent..

He let out a frustrated growl then just straight up ripped your blanket open.. then nibbled your wrist and rubbed himself all over you.

Harlequin

Well you weren't expecting to be hiding in a hole at a beach date at 12 am because Harlequin smelled another one of his kind on your hand. And bit your hand in his jealous sniffing.. that he did for 10 whole fucking minutes.

Oh no hes digging his way in, fatty to big to fit in the hole.. oh no he got in.. oh shit hes on top of your now while biting onto your hoodie.. oh he was gonna fuck you..

Ticket Taker

@hexserath

This old fart will be very salty and give you the cold shoulder with this face the whole time [the one above] hes a petty bastard so when he sniffs your hand and smell some other of his kind.. he will infact lock you in his mirror, for a few hours or days. And then pop in from behind holding you in a grip on his lap, mumbling incoherent Portuguese under his breathe while bites you.

Doctor

His sense of smell is just as functional as any other avien. [Birds dont rely on their smell, they rely on eyesite more] so he had to basically have your hand near his face to smell another on you. And uhm.. well he almost ripped off your hand..and tried to calm down so he didn't uhh.. amputate you by accident. Then he will give you a harsh peck on your forehead.

Jester

All day, he didn't give a reaction, he was still Jester. It was till you two were alone.. near a isolated pond you two found. [And made sure no one else found it] this fucker chased you up a tree snarling and growling like a angry jaguar. Like, climbing up the trunk of the fucking tree. Snapping his jaws at you, till you were hanging off the damn branch over the pond. Basically putting you in air jail for two hours..

Then made you fall into the pond..

Bonus

Columbina

She headbutted your ass. While making angry bleats.. and then sat on you.. till you apologized.

✨️✨️✨️

[galacticphoxx]

sloppy, silly lineart for funsies w/ Jester & my voluptuous mc <3

everyone at this circus is a perv..

Base

[leggerefiore]

Honestly rethinking it — it would be this more likely:

Longan Dragon ; Pure Vanilla ; Shadow Milk

Pitaya Dragon ; Hollberry ; Eternal Sugar

Ananas Dragon ; Golden Cheese ; Burning Spice

Lotus Dragon ; Dark Cacao ; Mystic Flour

Lychee Dragon ; White Lily ; Silent Salt

First is by leaders of each group.

Second is an already established association.

Third is... radiance? Golden Cheese and Ananas both manipulate earth. Burning Spice is there.

Lotus and MF grant/granted wishes. Dark Cacao is just there.

The last one is by order of elimination lmao.