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I chugged a margarita and had a wine cooler chaser on an empty stomach. (Don't worry, I had a bomb ass Italian sub in between). Fun fact about me is that I get extremely affectionate and flirty when I'm drunk, so here's some NSFW headcanons about our favorite circus boys.
Y'all are not ready for the level of monster fucker I'm about to out myself for.
If you see any grammatical errors, nuh uh, we're letting the coochie type this one. I'm also doing this all in one sitting and letting auto correct light the way.
The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors.
One extremely Spicy Order Up!
Pierrot
Your sweet Pierrot's shyness goes out the window once love making is on the table. He'll often ask you what type of love you'd want in the moment, whether it be sweet sensual love making, or a primal mating session. He's always willing to accommodate his darling the best he can for as long as he wants. (Best to set up a safe word with him beforehand, for your body's safety).
It's no surprise he has a raging body worship and breeding kink. It doesn't matter if it's gentle, rough, primal, he will always sing your praises and show his devotion to your temple of a body whenever there's oxygen in his lungs. He'll smother you in kisses and lick trails across every inch of your body if you'll let him. Your skin under attack from his sharp teeth that gently scrape and nip at your sensitive zones. He always asks to bite you however, starting off with complete pleas but eventually devolving to a desperate "please". But once you give him permission one too many times he loses his self control.
You'd have to use the jaws of life to pry his mouth off of your core, this man will eat, suck, and tongue fuck you to tears nearly every time, and then some. He loves holding you in place as you writhe under him, his tongue explores every nook and cranny in your sensitive hole. The sweet sounds you make egging him on to see just how far he could push you before your complete and utter ruin. Your body is a temple he swore to worship, but sometimes a little desecration gives him even more reason to rebuild his devotion.
Pierrot also has a deadly breeding kink and a knot to match. His primal instincts take hold once feels his knot start to inflate, gutteral growls and pants filling the void of his usual praises, his petnames transforming into a slurry of possessive "mine's".
He purrs into your neck once his knot finally slots itself inside you, his cock pulsing rhythmically as he shoots his cum deep inside you. Sometimes even chasing the pleasure for both of you by pulling his knot out just to ram it back inside you, knot-fucking you, sinful squelches only encouraging him to fill you to the brim again. He yearns to leave his mark on you in every sense, including watching his cum seeping out of your abused hole.
Harlequin
His usual flirty banter seemingly hits new highs as sex becomes a regular occurrence for you. Often accompanied by sarcastic remarks about how long it takes for you to warm up enough for his tastes. Foreplay for him mostly just includes a hunter/prey dynamic that gets both of your hearts racing. His usual petnames change to prey items, "bunny, rabbit, lamb, and fawn" being common ones. He loves the thrill of a chase and the accomplishment of an easy catch. "Run, little rabbit, let's see how far you make it this time."
Without a doubt his tendrils come into play routinely. Restricting your movement, snaking their way under your clothes, teasing the sensitive flesh underneath. All while he has his way marking what is rightfully his, sometimes to the point of blood play, his personal reward for a successful hunt. His ropes often stretching your hole thoroughly before he even reveals his cocks. Yes plural.
Just like Pierrot, he enjoys seeing you squirm and buck against his tendrils in a pitiful attempt for a break. You're a sopping wet mess around him and he always reminds you of it. "My my, such a sinful little disaster you can be, little fawn~. Keep crying out, maybe someone can bask in your misery~." His dirty talk works better than most vibrators ever could dream of.
Harlequin is quite proud of his cocks, stacked on top of each other with the top having a dramatic curve upwards and the bottom being girthy. Although his favorite thing is to take advantage of your spent state only to push both of his cocks in you at once, using his ropes to move your weakened body like his personal fleshlight. It takes him a while to cum so be sure to make yourself useful, little lamb.
If you show him genuine affection and love it honestly takes him aback. Sometimes completely stopping the encounter with an utter of your mutual save word from his trembling lips. After enough talks and bonding he'd be more inclined to allow you to take the lead and show him the true side of intimacy. Gentle caresses, loving kisses, and slow rolls of your hips sending him to a whole new plane of pleasure, one that only you hold the keys to, treat him gently and he might get addicted to this side of sex, just don't mention his choked whimpers and groans as he tries to hide his face into his arms.
Jester
"Come pet, entertain me." He purrs as he yanks your leash closer to him, his hand trailing from your jaw to your chin, it's sharp claw cutting your skin ever so gently. You were nothing but a means for stress relief to him, and you will serve your purpose. Before any stress relief takes place however, you both have an extended conversation on boundaries, safewords, terms and conditions, he even went as far as to compile a contract for you to initial, and he will enforce any violations.
One of his favorite bonding activities with you is shibari. Seeing you tied up is one thing but seeing what kind of intricate designs he can place on your beautiful figure is an art form to him. He always offers his pet the choice of color. Sometimes you two talk about anything that comes to mind, others however you must be in your best behavior. "Good pets don't bark unprompted. Try that again and we'll have to refresh your training."
His dirty talk is an intoxicating combination of degradation and praise that keeps your breath in your lungs. "Such a sad little creature, I haven't even done much to warrant this much of a reaction from you. And yet, look at the beautiful mess you've become." Your moans are his favorite symphony and he is but a humble composer. Often using toys to bring you pleasure, vibrators strapped to your tied form, always being pulled away if you get too close to cumming. Blindfolds to keep you guessing what would come next, gags if you get too lippy for his tastes.
He absolutely is just in it to watch you come undone under his touch. Edging you for hours to the brink of tears, seeing how far he can push you before you disobey and act out of line. Often avoiding your hole and opting to tease the rest of your body, featherlight touches dancing around your eager body. Being a greedy brat is often met with a fierce reminder to your sensitive skin. His often marks your skin with a riding crop, although if you've learned your lesson he might honor your skin with his handprint.
"I suppose you've been good enough to warrant release, my sweet pet, do you wish for me to take you now? To finally ravish you? To claim you as my own?" He eventually pities you enough to ravage your hole with his Eldritch cocks, although a collection of smaller tentacles, he has complete control over each of them, often twisting them into one cohesive appendage. Every single one of your sweet spots inside of you thoroughly ravaged as he expertly angles individual tentacles to mercilessly bring you release after release. He only officially marks you right at the pinnacle of his release, sinking his fangs into the crook of your neck as his cocks pulse deep inside of you, pumping fertile eggs into your warm body, a few of the cocks slithering out to coat your body in his essence, smearing his scent around your claimed body.
Ticket Taker
It's not surprising that Ticket Taker will train you and train you well. After all, good humans earn their place with obedience. He will Pavlov you into behaving with positive reinforcement. "Tell me what you want and it will be yours, but I will not stand for silence." It's surprisingly a good trust building activity between the two of you, a sense of intimate closeness and fully exploring each other's open boundaries, and a confidence builder for any insecurities you may have.
"I want you to look at nothing but my eyes, my dear." Your glazed eyes flicking up to his as his mirror form splits you open on its phantom fingers. The stretch filling your eyes with tears as you tried to concentrate on the simple order he gave you, only to give into your body and shut them only for a moment. "Ah ah ah, you know the rules," he tuts as the feeling of being full seemingly vanishes, a desperate whine escaping your pretty little throat.
If you have body image issues he's just the monster to fuck some sense into you. He'll position reflections of every sinful angle so you can watch his grooved cock sliding deep within you, your stomach bulging out at the overwhelming curves of his smooth ridges. "Your beauty is marvelous, my dear, look at yourself," he firmly grabs you by your chin moving it towards one of the mirrors, the sight of your disheveled body something out of a fantasy. "I want you to list off the qualities that you like about yourself as I take you to the edge of oblivion."
Some nights when he's especially pent up expect his mirror doppelgangers to join in on the night's indulgences. Spit roasting, Eiffel towers, double penetration, even him just allowing his mirror images to turn you into a breathtaking sight as he finishes up his work for the evening.
When he does reach his limit he opts to claim you from the inside out, his ribbed cock inflating into multiple knots as he pumps his cum into you, often seeping out from your opening. He rarely ever allows his knots to deflate before gingerly pulling from you, opting for immediate aftercare, always praising you for your performance, even going as far to highlight his favorite parts to boost your ego.
Doctor
Doctor is immensely curious about every single facet of your body. It's no surprise that he'd make every instance into an experiment after the first time you had vanilla sex. (His control for future intercourse). Anywhere from watching how you squirm away from hot wax dripping on your warm body, to your startled gasp when an ice cube was pressed to your nipples. But his favorite so far has to be using you as his personal anatomical model. Taking a marker and intricately drawing representations of your internal organs where they lie beneath your delicate skin, annotating terminology accordingly. Using your body's curves as guides for muscle groups, tracing your pulse points drawing snaking lines where your arteries and veins lie.
Although if you bring up the obvious roleplay with him he'll not only find it amusing but also indulge your wishes, if that's what his sweetie wishes. Your arousal is intoxicating to him regardless of what you decide on. The way your heart races, the change in blood pressure, the way your body screams out its desires in its silent language he would spend centuries to decipher. If you turn the tables on him and try to run your own diagnostics on him for a change you'll hear a genuine chuckle, "my sweetie wishes to be my personal nurse? How can I object to such a tempting mutual learning experience."
It's not uncommon for the Doctor to accidentally nick you with one of his claws, the smell of your blood sometimes sending him into a frenzy. Licking at the wound, throwing away any chances of a meaningful experiment he allows his impulses to take hold. Gutteral growls and snarls replace his usual mutters of hypotheses. His frantic movements sometimes cause more scratches and more blood to rise to the surface. His cock straining painfully for any form of friction. His hands frantically try to prepare you for him, using whatever control he has left to not wound you internally with his claws. "Sweetie, I fear I cannot hold back any longer. I must take you as you are."
Normally he prefers a few hours to your preparation if you agree to penetration. His cock is the most well endowed of the troupe, fitted with multiple ridges that increase in thickness, the curve dangerously similar to a hook. Every ridge accompanied by a metal ball of his jacob's ladder, and a prince albert to boot. He always lubes himself and your hole to avoid any potential tearing, but when he gets this worked up he just squeezes a sloppy amount in his hands and gives himself a few strokes before lining himself up at your entrance. "I know, I know, sweetie. Just a little more." he gently lies to you as his cock stutters inside you, each ridge popping inside you stretching you to your limit.
Once he's fully seated inside you he allows you to accommodate only for a moment before dragging his cock out of you, his thrusts starting off as gentle before escalating to a brutal pace once he was confident you could handle it. His cockhead pummeling against your sensitive walls causing him to growl at the sensation. His hand snakes down in between your bodies to bring you further pleasure as if his overwhelming body wasn't enough. He simply just wants to push you to your limits and see your reactions, feeling your body's reaction to his was intoxicating enough. He always cums deep and hard, thrusting roughly in between pulses to guarantee any chances of impregnation, biology be damned. After a moment he pulls out to watch your body spasm, making mental notes of how his cum seeps out of you. Next time if he angles your body just right, maybe more of his cum will remain inside you.
The room is in the twilight. It's not too dark - Pierrot needs to see you.
He closes the door carefully and approaches silently, as if any noise could break something delicate.
He doesn't start touching you.
First, prepare everything around: fix the sheet, check the space, make sure you are comfortable. His care is almost ritualistic.
When he finally sits next to him, his fingers meet his. They intertert. They squeeze lightly.
- "Stay with me."
You feel it when he brings something close - small, discreet. He observes his face before anything else, looking for signs.
Only when you don't back down, he continues.
The stimulus starts slow, almost shy. Pierrot adjusts patiently, attentive to your every breath, to every minimal change in your body.
Amber eyes never move away.
When you react, he approaches immediately, forehead leaning against yours, as if he wanted to anchor you there.
- "I'm here."
He alternates between presence and pause.
Sometimes he interrupts on purpose - not out of cruelty, but because he likes to see you trust, wait, stay.
After a while, something different comes into the scene.
It's not abrupt. It's not fast.
He guides everything with excessive care, as if he were dealing with something too precious to go wrong.
One of his hands never moves away from you:
In your waist,
In your face,
Or holding your hand hard enough to remember that you are not alone.
When the intensity grows, it slows down. Always.
His emotion appears there - in the silent fear of losing you in the middle of that.
- "Like this..."
- "With me."
The end doesn't come in a hurry.
When he realizes that you are sensitive, Pierrot carefully turns everything off, moves the objects away without breaking the atmosphere and pulls you to his chest.
He covers you.
Involves you.
Stay there.
- "My..."
And don't move away afterwards.
Because for Pierrot, no pleasure Ends when the stimulus ends â
My drive to write BloodMoney inspired fanfiction is this somewhat of a to do list:
Saving Harvey
Recovery bc yikes(to put it midly)
Adjustment
Then possible new romance
Though I wanna give him more wholesome scenarios right off the bat, I feel like I owe it to the guy to write his freedom from torment first. Damn his lines(and his VA did so well to Damn!) just made my heart break. He didn't deserve any of this pain.
A self indulgent short one shot with Harvey H. from BloodMoney/Human Expenditure Program. Possibly involved in a somewhat larger fanfic project? If I can continue to commit to it, of course, lol.
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Years ago, before the bloodshed, before the greed, before the torment, there was a moment. A memory. Shared between two souls that would last a lifetime.
In an abandoned mansion, newly so as nature hadn't claimed it yet, was a ballroom. Mirrors and windows lined the walls apart from 2 large doors opposite each other. A single chandelier above and candelabras everywhere.
Mavis adored this place. Even cleaned up the floors, albeit for her own personal reasons. There she could express her love of dance, though lacking in some grace and balance, it was a time where she could forget. She could leave the troubles outside the walls behind. Allowing dreams to overtake her soul.
Her spirit was restless and this was her escape, her freedom. Lonely as it was, she lived out some fantasies, nobody else knew. Her secret place...at least for the small time she could dream within its protection.
Then something happened.
A full moon illuminating the mansion like it was Enchanted. Countless stars glistening and with a bit of her magic, lit up all the candelabras and the chandelier above.
Taking off her coat, revealed a small gown that had less layers than anything traditional and yet still moved around like gentle waves on the shoreline with each step she took.
A small speaker that echoed music all throughout the room played. Stepping in the middle, barefoot and free, began to sway with the music. Allowing the melodies to flow through her soul.
Without any particular routine, occasionally a move or two from a movie if possible, danced for herself. Soft curls bounced in each step. Ignoring the burning feeling in her lungs and the aches her muscles cried out, at the end of the song. Slowly curtsying to no one in the mirror, head bowing low. Taking the few moments to breathe in deep. Minutes passed as the music continued on. Then slowly getting up, lost in a fantasy, began to next dance as if someone guided her through each step. The space was so big, she felt comfortable closing her eyes every so often. Lost in thought she dreamed this dark fantasy, unaware of what was happening.
For someone found her...watched her in awe and then reached out to join her. Helping her through more difficult moves and at some point lifted her up in the air, not once but twice. The second time, slowly lowered her down as her head leaned against their shoulder.
Hearing- nearly feeling a heartbeat that wasnt her own, caused her to stir and gasp, immediately pulling apart.
"H-Harvey?!" Her hushed exclamation before nearly catching her skirts beneath her steps, falling for a few seconds before he caught her. One hand against her back, the other holding her's tightly against him. It would've looked as if he just dipped her back. Locking eyes briefly, he helped her back up as Mavis felt embarrassment through her entire body.
He was dancing with her.
He saw her before.
He watched her dance.
"T-thank you" speaking quickly and quietly, turned to run from a wave of shame before feeling his gentle yet firm hold against her hand once again.
"W-wait! Please don't go. I- I'm sorry for scaring you like that. You danced so beautifully and I just...I felt compelled to join you." Mavis breathed before slowly glancing over her shoulder. Harvey looked a bit bashful, with a nervous smile, eyes that held apologies yet also adoration. Without a word she turned to face him again, hands still entwined with each other.
"If we can start over" He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar if his bow tie before bowing at the waist.
BLOODMONEY/Human Expenditure Program AU One-Shot Idea/scene.
There are some days where I wanna write more fluffy, ballroom dancing type stuff, but I hesistate. Because I get scared of what others will think and that's nagging me at times. But also because I want to write them kindly strong via compassion, yes via action too, but its mainly through other kinds of strength.
This is all to preface I wanna write a dance scene between HarveyxmyOC that gives the vibes of 'So Close' and the 'I Need To Know' Barbie orchestral instrumental in that one scene(iykyk).
But like idk is that too weird??? I wanna respect the Canon lore too in a way but I just...he seems like he could be a good dancer idkđ
I haven't played the games myself(don't think I wanna rk) however I'm dying to create a fanfic, and have already thought of how it'll go ish, on saving the cutie that is Harvey Harvington.
Like I need him to be saved l don't want any harm coming to him.đđ