🥀🧵Sammy Doll🧵🥀

🏳️‍⚧️{He/Him} {20}

[cherry-chasing]

EEEEK NOW IM OBSESSED

Imagine when Soul is talking to the unborn babies he goes on a spiral about his noble quests and reads a story. He gets super emotional when the unborn babies kick

OMG, YES! I CAN TOTALLY SEE THIS HAPPENING :3

Soulvester absolutely loves it when he talks about his knightly quests to his unborn babies and they give a little kick, hence why he drops his knightly persona and gets emotional about it <3

[iizsquishyyy]

Could you do Soulbasket? (Bassie/Soulvester)

Soulbasket for the soul 🎷🎶

[micccx]

Soulcookie/knightcookie drawings I made out of sheer laziness a while ago.

Lovia guys

[frexky-deekzyy]

okay fine.... dandys world or whatever

soulvester has been rotting my brain lately...

[cheesycookster]

soulvesterling

[kaadaabraa]

Some bassie x soulvester IM IN LOOOOVE

[starstruck358]

[cheesycookster]

soulvesterling

[frexky-deekzyy]

okay fine.... dandys world or whatever

soulvester has been rotting my brain lately...

[butch-coffee-cup]

[horridwizardthing]

[emfaeri]

After Hours #1

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.

Tags: NSFW, pet play, hunter/prey, breeding ofc, oviposition, wax play, temp play, tentacles, overstimulation, edging, shibari, praise kinks, gentle dom, mirror sex, knife play, degradation, spanking/impact play, marking, body worship, annnnnnd blood play

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.

[erinptah]

Okay, granted, it’s been a while since I’ve seen “all trans readers like one kind of fic, and no trans readers ever like another kind of fic, so it is Transphobia when you write the Wrong Kind.”

…but it hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen someone quietly wonder if they’re a Bad Trans Person for having preferences.

So it’s never a bad time to say: different people have different needs, and it’s okay to be fulfilled by different kinds of stories!

(heck, the same person might have different needs at different points in their own life, and that’s okay too)

[homelessbb]

The Heat. 🔞

Summary: The unpleasant times have returned once again. Yet, no matter how much they dislike it, they can not get rid of it. However, even in misfortune, there's a silver lining: they know you can help them.

Note: I don’t care they’re monsters. I want them to be weak and desperate in heat, and the best part is— no one can stop me. But remember this is quite fanon and there might be a lot of ooc.

I have no intention to be disrespectful to the creator of TFC at all.

And also bad English in this post too.

Chapter 1/5 :Pierrot

Harlequin,Jester,TicketTaker,Doctor

Pierrot

The heat just begins out of nowhere and before he could know it, he’s already in your room. Legs trembling by your scent that made him eager to inhale every last of it. He picked up one of your cloth on the floor and sniffed in while almost tearing his pant down to touch himself.

He clenched his fists before thrusting himself in, pretending it was you. His sharp teeth bit into your shirt. He panted, tears welling up in his eyes, feeling ashamed of himself, yet he couldn't restrain his hips. What would you think of him if you saw him in this condition? Would you be disgusted by him? Would you still love him?

He imagined your smiling face, the kindness you showed him, your small hands touching his fingertips as he handed the ticket.

‘Pierrot.’

The sound of your voice calling his name from memory brought him to a climax. His legs tensed, his body trembled with the ecstatic release. Slowly keeling down because of his legs couldn’t handle the pleasures. But it’s still not enough, His hands can't replace you. Normally it would, but it’s barely enough right now.

Ah… he feels so guilty for staining your shirt, but it's okay... he'll get you a new one. In exchange, this shirt will join his collection like the others in his tent.

He look at the time, counting every second that has passed— waiting until you clocked out of your shift. Feeling more and more irritating.

You arrived shortly after following your schedule in his mind. Pierrot rushed towards you even before the lights in the room were turned on. He gently placed you on the bed as softly as he could at that moment, then carefully unbuttoned your shirt, though unintentionally tearing your underwear.

Sobbing against your chest as he awkwardly caresses your lower body, trying to prepare you and made you feel good as he repeat whispering ‘Please…’ to you like a dying devotee in front of the god he worships.

Well. You are his god, the only one he will be worship in his life.

He begs you, rubbing his swollen, lustful cock against your thighs as you could feel his hot skin, and when the permission is granted, his long, thick tongue was carefully inserted into you. Though intensely aroused, he cannot bear the pain of seeing you hurt of sudden move. His claws would injure you, so his tongue is the best solution at this moment.

Pierrot massages your waist and spreads your legs as you writhe in pleasure. He devours you like a gourmet meal he'll never get to taste again in his life. Regardless of how messy he is, he makes sure you won’t feel any pain when the act begins.

He withdrew his tongue and swallowed every drop in his mouth, even though it failed to quench his thirst. “I’m sorry my lady…b–but I can’t wait any longer…”

He apologized before lifting your waist onto his lap. The tip of his penis rubbed against your clit before he used his hand to guide it into your hole, followed by a heavy thrust that allowed him to fully insert every inch of himself. His body trembled as your wet gummy wall hugged his twitching cock.

This is…way way better than he imagined. To be connecting to you, to be one with you. To feel you…to be inside you, closer than before.

A dream come true.

He told himself he will be gentle with you, but it was so difficult when he could barely control his body and almost let his instinct take over the moment the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. Such lewd, lewd feeling.

However when you moan his name, his final straw snap. Pierrot could smell blood coming out of his own nose, even his body could not handle the thought of you. It’s trigger him.

Then he began thrusting you like a wild animal consumed by lust and all sins. Every thing is cruel and your warm hole is his only safe place. If he can choose he wants to die here.

He’s love you so, so much. Love you so desperately, so pathetically. A part of him feels bad for you that you’re the one he felt in love with; but how could he not? How could anyone not falls for your charm? How lucky he is to be able to meet you— to love you like this.

You dug your nails into his back, but it did nothing but leave scratches that didn't cause him the slightest sting. He continued thrusting into you, his tongue hanging out, saliva dripping onto your incredibly alluring breasts.

And so he suck it just like a starving infant.

No milk comes out but if he continues to fuck you like this, maybe you’ll produce some. One way to find out is to keep thrusting.

Pierrot presses himself closer to you as he feels he's about to cum, the bell on his hat jingling along with the sound of your bodies colliding. His muscles tensed as he was about to reach his breaking point.

“M-my lady I’m…huff…c-close.”

My lady. My dearest. My goddess. My love—

“My…hic! My love!”

Tear finally run down his face as he let out his load in you. Feeling like his whole body being electrocuted and losing control over it. Trembling as he still ejaculated in you nonstop. Every part in his body felt weak and he end up resting his head on your chest. Crying out of overwhelming pleasure in his spine.

“Hah…a…ah–mfh—! My lady…mhmm~!♡”

Your tight grip made him convulse again, and with that last drop of his cum he released, the intense pleasure almost made him lose his mind.

“A-Ah…I’m sorry I finished before you my lady. I promise this time I’ll made you feel good too.”

And Pierrot always keeps his promise. He got the whole night to do so as well. Don’t worry…he will treat you with so, so much overflowing love.

[roseycloudii]

"I need to test if my lipstick is kiss-proof on you!"

The Freak Circus boys' reaction to you trying out which lipstick is waterproof by covering their faces with lipstick! Just you doing that one trend, you know... This one?

(this is so cute, I don't know if anyone already did this, but I just had to do it!)

GN!Reader, romantic relationship

Neck ruff is the collar that's around Pierrot's neck!

TW: Lots of kisses! I apologize if I mischaracterized any of the characters! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Masterlist

Pierrot

You came up to him and asked him if "you can test which lipstick of yours is kiss-proof."

His immediate reaction was... Honestly one of confusion. He tilted his head to the side, blinked at you slowly... Taking in your words.

He really doesn't understand what you mean by that request, but he loves you too much to deny. So he nodded. The bells on his clown hat giving a little jingle, as he gives you a warm smile.

"Of course, my love. Whatever it is you need."

Little did he know he'd end up sitting on the couch, dizzy, with kiss marks covering his face, hands, and even his neck. His clothes ended up either rumpled, or tossed away.

You reach over to the table before you, grabbing another new shade of lipstick. This one is the color of orange. A pretty shade that you faintly remember buying a month ago, because it reminded you of Pierrot.

You adjusted the pocket mirror so you could properly see yourself. Applying the lipstick on your lips, you glance at Pierrot next to you briefly.

He's slumped on the couch, his face red. Not just from the onslaught of your kisses, but also from his own blush that's coloring his cheeks. His hair is a mess, his neck ruff nowhere to be found, his eyes are dilated... Like a cat's eyes. Or a happy dog who got the attention of his favorite person.

The sight makes you laugh. But you hold it together. Can't laugh here... You still need to say that one line.

"Hm... We still haven't found one lipstick that's kiss-proof!" You sighed dramatically, just to dramatize the whole moment even further. "You must be getting awfully bored of this experiment."

The moment those words left your lips, Pierrot seemed to come to his senses a little bit. He gave you an expression that looked almost like he was offended.

"No!" Pierrot almost desperately shook his hand, taking your wrist and pulling you closer to him with one gentle tug. He grinned widely, a trickle of drool making its way down his chin. "Do it again... More. Please." Pierrot almost begged when he spoke those words, his voice rough from unuse.

Pierrot's hand slid from your wrist to your waist. Pulling you over to seat you on his lap. His yellow eyes turned into that familiar heart-shape that you're so used to seeing. "I like it. I... I'm your canvas! P-Please..."

He took your hand, kissing your wrist gently, all while maintaining eye contact with you. "...Do it again, darling..."

He pointed at his face with his other free hand, batting his eyes at you. But his grin remained on his face. How could you resist him?

With a soft, amused sigh, you smiled up at him and gave him a nod. You didn't respond to his begging with words, you just leaned in and gave him another kiss. Leaving behind an orange lipstick mark.

Pierrot is absolutely putty in your hands. He loves the feeling of your lips on his face...

He might cheekily kiss you back after you're finished.

Then he'd gently take you in his hands, cradling you and holding you bridal style... Before heading towards your bedroom.

Look at what you've done. You got him all excited! Unless... That's exactly what you've wanted?

Harlequin

His first reaction to your request was an interest lift of his eyebrow. He's not entirely sure what you mean by that... But he's intrigued.

He's usually the dirty-minded one, but when you first asked to "try out which lipstick is kiss-proof"... His first instinct surprisingly wasn't that you're going to kiss the daylights out of him.

"Oh~? What's this now? Hm... Kiss-proof lipstick, huh?"

It just wouldn't be Harlequin if he wouldn't tease you about your request. Yet the way you seemed determined made him pause.

Of course he said yes to you! You're his lover at the end of the day... (One he secretly believes he totally doesn't deserve).

He freezes the moment you give him the first kiss. Genuine surprise coloring his face for a minute there... Before he regains his composure, and grins.

It's been what... Hours? Since the first kiss. And now... Harlequin stopped counting. He watched you from the corner of his eye. His pupils slitted like that of a snake. His face was... Red. Though he blamed it on the temperature.

Dammit, he was the one who was supposed to be teasing you! And yet here you are. Sitting between his legs, peppering his face with kisses.

You never actually expected him to turn this... Quiet. You're not really used to Harlequin acting like this with you. Usually he's oozing confidence. He'd normally be teasing the hell out of you by now. Probably having his long tongue in your throat already.

But he was... Quiet. It almost unsettled you. This reaction of his wasn't something you accounted for. Nevertheless, you continued with this harmless prank. About to paint your lips with another layer of lipstick... This one was green. You choose that one on purpose.

It's a shame that you didn't get far with Harlequin. Before you could apply the lipstick, pursuing your lips already, Harlequin's hand grasped your wrist. He leaned in, his signature grin making its way on his face.

"So this is what you meant, butterfly." He mused, amused dripping from his tongue. But his voice was softer. Almost breathless from the attack of your kisses. He couldn't help but trace your lips with his fingers. Gently tilting your chin up to face him properly.

"You know..." He started, letting the sentence hang in the air for a moment. You could tell what was on his mind just from the sound of his voice. "I wouldn't mind if you decide to greet me like this everyday..."

Harlequin's gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. Staring at them intently. He grinned mischievously, licking his lips. "Your lips are already swollen." He paused, making direct eye contact with you. He shifted his position to lean closer to you, whispering directly in your ear. "Let's settle this... In bed."

"Harley—" You couldn't even finish your sentence before you got yanked up by him. Tossing you over his shoulder like you were just a couple of grapes. "Fuck. Don't call me that now... You're really asking for it, aren't you?"

He pivoted over to your bedroom. Not stopping even once in his stride, despite whatever you might tell him. Who cares if you still need to clean up the lipsticks? That can wait.

Safe to say... You were in for a night.

Since you covered his face in lipstick, he'll make sure to cover you in bites!

He just loves to bite you.

Jester

Jester doesn't usually engage himself with these silly things. He has a circus to run and two grown men to look after (*cough* Harlequin and Pierrot *cough*)

But... When he saw the downright mischievous look on your face, he couldn't help himself and feed his curiosity.

Lipstick is usually used by humans to raise their appeal, right? Truth be told, he doesn't understand why you even need that thing, he thinks you're gorgeous already... But he won't stop you.

Besides... He's interested in what you have in mind when you say you need to test if it's "kiss-proof".

So he decided to humor you.

"Hm... Alright, darling. Do what you must."

He came to regret those words later...

Matte, satin, cream, sheer, glossy, liquid... Jester started losing track of how many types of lipstick you tried on him already. You were very... Excited. He could see that plastered all over your face.

Jester's face was covered in so many lipstick marks that he couldn't keep up. His face didn't show it much... But his breathing was labored.

"Awww... This one isn't kiss-proof either... Oh well! Let's keep trying!" You little tease. Jester could see right through your 'sorry' act. He was something of an actor himself, of course he could see through your lies.

He'd be lying if he said the thought of hypnotizing you to stop this didn't cross his mind... But did he actually do it?

...Of course he didn't. Perhaps he was enjoying this too. He just didn't let it be known.

"Ah yes. What a tragedy." Jester responded to your dramatic exclaimation with a sarcasm of his own. His sharp grin slowly stretched on his face, as he leaned back on the couch. Jester looked at the table where the many lipsticks are placed.

A thought crossed his mind... A thought that was too tempting to let go. His grin sharpened, as he chuckled, and grabbed one of your lipsticks.

A surprised expression passed on your face, as you looked at him in confusion. What was he doing? Nothing good usually happened when he had that look on his face.

"You can't possibly test all of these on your own, pet." Jester deliberately made sure to tease you, as he opened the satin lipstick that had a purple shade. Jester picked that one out seemingly for its color. "Allow me to... Help you out."

"Jester? What are you—" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was on you, the lipstick on his lips. He pinned you on the couch, holding your wrists above your head, as he began kissing your lips directly.

Jester decided that he should return your favor, and kiss you back. Except... His bottled up excitement affected his kisses so much that he ended up not only covering your face with the lipstick... But also your body.

He undressed you slowly as he kissed down your body, making sure to enjoy you as much as he could.

You're lucky that he was on his break that time... Or else he'd leave you wet and weeping for him.

Though... It's not like he wouldn't give you what you want after his show.

Hopefully you learned your lesson; Jester likes your kisses way too much than he lets on.

Ticket Taker

Bill is a very busy man. Everybody knows that. He spends most of his time either obsessively cleaning the circus, or standing by the ticket stand.

...But he always makes time for you.

The moment you ask him that question, he almost thinks he misheard. Kiss-proof lipstick?? That sounded like nonsense to him.

He can't let himself get persuaded to engage in something so childish— .... His eyes drifted down to your lips, and he found his curiosity peaked.

He doesn't fully know what you mean by your request... But he does have an idea. He's seen some people on the circus grounds doing this one trend. Perhaps you're gonna do the same?

...Shit, if that's the case then he's down! Uh... He means- ahem. Sure. As long as it's... Appropriate. (He's way too proper for this).

"Oh? You want what now? ...I suppose I'll allow it."

The way he speaks made you almost think he's onto you, but he really wasn't. Because he had a small idea doesn't mean that he truly knows what you're planning.

Ticket Taker, Bill, was sitting on the couch. His mask is nowhere to be seen... Mostly because you tossed it across the room the moment he sat down. His back straight as a ruler... But his entirely composure and gentlemanly behavior cracked the moment your first landed on his cheek. Now he leaned back like melted butter.

Only you get to see him like that... And he'd like to keep it that way.

Bill watches you carefully, as you apply a new shade of lipstick on your lips. He tried to keep his thoughts pure... Really tried. But you were making it into a challenge for him and his sanity.

"What a bummer!" You exclaimed dramatically, placing your hands over your cheeks, as you pouted. Playing the whole thing up way more dramatically than it needed to be. "There's no kiss-proof lipstick! Well, looks like we're gonna have to keep searching!"

Bill rarely smiled, despite his mask wearing a smile. But he really couldn't help the way his lips curled up into an amused smile when you spoke those words. You were so silly... He liked that about you.

You expected to fluster him, make him speechless. Maybe a little needy... But you didn't expect him to point at one of the lipstick tubes. "Try this one. The color matches your eyes."

Bill doesn't get moments like this often. Moments where he can just relax next to his beloved... So he's taking full advantage of that now. He was genuinely engaging with your plan.

He seemed to notice your surprise, which was evident when he chuckled and shook his head. "Is something the matter?"

"You're... Not flustered? Even a little bit?" You blinked at him, but you still reached for the lipstick he was pointing at. Soft blush rising on your cheeks.

Bill shook his head, and gently lifted you up by your waist, sitting you down on his knee. "Not at all. Please... Continue search for- uh... The 'kiss-proof' lipstick."

You knew that he was onto you when you saw his grin. But still... Your fun wasn't ruined, it was reciprocated. Which made your smile widen in sheer glee.

The next hour was spent with you kissing Bill all over his face with various different shades of lipstick.

He might've lost himself in you for a moment... But he didn't regret a single moment with you.

He picked the right human as his mate.

Bill wasn't as freaky as the others, but if you ask really nicely... He will take you to the bedroom.

The Doctor

You want to try what now with him??

He didn't fully understand your request... And being the nerd genius that he is, he immediately began making up theories of what you could possibly plan.

Kiss-proof... Sounded like waterproof. Waterproof is a term used for things that can withstand water. So... Going by that logic— ...oh. Oh.

You got The Doctor flustered for a single moment, only from being caught off guard. Of course, nothing slips past the doctor.

But... The thought of you trying to figure out what lipstick is kiss-proof... He suddenly took it way too seriously.

"Sweetie, you should've said so earlier."

You think he'll let you do what you please for a moment... But no. He didn't. He grabbed your hand, gently, and started taking you towards his tent without even asking you any more questions.

Well... By the looks of it, you were busted.

You've been sitting in The Doctor's chair for a while now. Staring up at the huge bird man, as he held up one of your lipsticks. You should've known that he'd take this thing seriously... Great.

"Are you aware that kissing requires the engagement of exactly one hundred and forty-six muscles?" You usually liked listening to The Doctor's fun facts about the human body... But this isn't really what you envisioned.

You sighed, and shook your head. "That's... Fascinating, Doctor. But I was hoping—"

"So let's put that to the test, shall we?" The suddenness of The Doctor's next words made you pause. Your eyes widened as you looked up into his eyes. That plague mask of his is still in place, as his huge hand gently grabs your face. Tilting it up.

You can't properly see it for a moment, but The Doctor smiles widely behind his mask. Unclasping the red lipstick, and gently applying it on your lips. "I admire your creativity, [Name]... But I must interject."

He hesitated for a fraction of a moment, before taking off his mask. The shadows were so convenient that you couldn't even see his face right now. How cruel.

You only remember your doctor leaning in closer to you, before kissing you. Directly on the lips. Your eyes fluttered close as he got really into it. Gently biting down on your lower lip. You moaned into the kiss... But before anyone could go further, he leaned away. Placing his hand on your thigh, he grinned, and grabbed another shade of lipstick from the table with his other free hand.

"This one didn't hold up. Let's try again."

You weren't the one giving The Doctor kisses... He was the one who initiated them. Over and over again.

Your lips were very kissable... And he liked the excuse of figuring out which lipstick is kiss-proof.

Except he couldn't really care less what lipstick was kiss-proof. He just wanted to keep kissing you. He knows he probably didn't need that excuse... But eh. A win is a win.

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[snowyrey]

wanted to animate the two goobers because yes

they are very dear to me even tho one of them is also a menace that needs a punch to the gut yesterday, not naming names but it starts with harlequin :)

anyways look at them in all their whimsy

[konknonbi]

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inspired by this! yes it's from @/nekoboydreams

Sorry guys it's rushed, I'm going to be really busy this month that I won't have time to make art😭