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Game Night With Harlequin

Harlequin x Female Reader

MDNI 18+ Minor Smut, tentacles, feet

You were very bored as you sat at one of the tables by the food court. You played every game the circus has to offer and went through almost every tent except the ones you weren't allowed to enter (the pink and black tent). All you were doing now is waiting for Pierrot's show to finish, which is taking forever to finish. You sighed as you leaned, and you rested your head on your arms.

"Well, well, well, looks like your Pierrot isn't here to keep you company?" You know that flirtatious voice anywhere. Peaking your head up, of course, it was the green gremlin himself. Harlequin. He grinned down at you with his mischievous eyes. An idea suddenly popped into your head.

"Harlequin, do you have any board games?" You suddenly asked.

"Que?" Harlequin responded in confusion.

On the small wooden table was a stack of playing cards. The light in the green tent was very dim; you couldn't even see Harlequin across from you, considering how close you two were sitting by the small wooden table.

"We will be playing a simple game of old maid," Harlequin spoke. "You can make pairs, but if you get the Joker at the end, you lose." You nodded as the rules seemed simple.

"But...I want to make this more interesting. There should be a punishment if one of us loses." Of course, there was a catch every time you hung out with Harlequin. He always wanted to make you flustered or to test what other reactions he could rile up in you.

"Alright." You agreed to easily Harlequin's delight. You were bored and in dire need of entertainment. Why not spice this game up a bit?

"The punishment.." Harlequin pretends to ponder. "If one of us loses, then we have to remove a strip of clothing. What, so you say?" He coyly played with your hoodie string.

You would've said no, but you were always interested in what's behind his mask. What's under that jester hat? It was a big opportunity for you to see what he truly is. To be vulnerable in front of you.

"I accept. Get ready to lose green bean!" You exclaimed. There was determination in yoru eyes. Harlequin's grin widened, and his eyes dilated. Oh, this is going to be fun.

The game went on at a steady pace, and unfortunately for you, you kept getting joker. Your socks and jacket have been discarded on the floor. But eventually, you got your first win. You pointed a finger at Harlequin and laughed while grinning ear to ear. Harlequin softened his grin. You were so adorable, thinking you had him. But it was only the beginning of things to come. He pulled the knot from his cloak as it fell gracefully to the floor.

As the next round was in session, you decided to tease Harlquin. He kept making such perverted comments, trying to make you lose focus.

"I can't wait to see you lose my dear. I will have my fun with you then."

"Vou fazer você se contorcer na minha cama. Gatinha."

You decided to get back at him by placing your feet on his lap. Harlequin was startled at first but quickly regained composure.

"Is the floor too cold for you, my dear?" He teased as he started to rub your foot. You were not expecting that as your leg twitched on his grip.

"Easy, garota. You don't want me to start getting any ideas, do you?" He held your leg firmly as he kept caressing it.

You glared at him as he pulled the card from your deck. Your face quickly shifted into a triumphant smile as he got the Joker. Harlequin still kept his grin. The lighting started to get darker as you cant see him anymore across from you. His clawed hands gripped his mask as he removed it, revealing his glowing green eyes.

"Shall we continue?" The game suddenly felt more serious, dangerous even. But you were too oblivious to notice that. Instead, you were frustrated that he couldn't show his actual face to you.

"That's not fair, I can't see your face." Harlequin let out a chuckle.

"Aw, Kitten, did you forget the rules. The punishment is to remove a piece of garment, not to show you what's hidden underneath." Damn him for that, you just screwed yourself over thinking you would see what's under the mask, some semblance of his true form. You just wished he would open up for you. But you guess that your guys' relationship wasn't that close after all. That honestly made you quite sad.

"Well, there's no point in continuing playing." You wanted to leave. You tried pulling your legs away, but Harlequin has a strong grip. Not letting you leave him.

"Are you quitting on me? Remember, my lady, you were the one who asked me to entertain you in this game." His grip tightened, squeezing your ankles.

"Well, I don't want to play anymore. Now, let me go." Yo demanded. You were mad now as your legs struggled in his inhumane grip.

"Ha, you're very funny, my lady. You act just like a child. Having a tantrum when something doesn't go your way." His hand grabbed your wrist, which didn't have any cards in it. There was warmth as Harlequin exhaled on your skin.

"It's quite adorable." His sultry voice carries on. You can see the glowing green of his tongue as he caresses your finger with his wet muscle, leaving you flustered. Your finger twitched as his tongue continued to trace your soft digits.

"Now, shall we finish this game?" His green eyes shone through the darkness, making you shiver.

Unfortunately for you, the game must continue.

Crap. You lost again. You know Harlequin is grinning and enjoying himself. You only have a few clothes left, and now you have to decide if you should remove your pants or your shirt.

"C'mon, kitten. Strip." Harlequin teased, but there was an edge underneath it. You glared at him. If he wasn't going to play fair, then neither were you. Your hands went behind your back as they went under your oversized (favourite band ) t-shirt. You unclasped your bra and snuck your arms inside your shirt, Wiggling around like a worm until your arm pulls out from the sleeve along with your bra that was tossed carelessly on the floor.

Harlequin let out a soft growl. He definitely wasn't expecting that, but it was more entertaining that you got a bite. You were such a turn on with your bratty behaviour. He was getting more serious about this, but so were you.

You won two rounds, leading to Harlequins dismay. He removed his jester hat that exposed his horns along with his gloves that showed how sharper his claws are. But you were such a cheat. A little tease. You purposefully pressed your foot against his bulge, making him momentarily lose focus. You try to be all shy and innocent, saying that you wouldn't do such a dirty thing. But you have a terrible poker face.

Harlequin can see the teasing smile through the cards that you tried to shield your face with. You were such a brat, but Harlequin love it. He is definitely gonna pound the battiness out of you after this game is over. You wouldn't be smirking anymore, as he will change it so that your mouth forms into an 'O'shape.

You lost again. Your teasing face was gone as it is replaced with deep contemplation. You couldn't remove your shirt; you weren't going to expose your breasts for this monster. Instead, you took your legs off Harlequin's lap. You stood up as you removed your pants that pooled around your feet. Sitting back down, you sighed as you wearily grabbed the new set of cards. Harlequin wasn't done with you yet. He took hold of your bare legs under the table and had your feet draped across his lap once more.

It was different as his hand made contact with your sensitive skin. He started caressing the softness of your calves to your thighs, occasionally pinching the skin that made you jump a little.

This round was the worst as Harlequins teasing remarks has gotten worse.

"You can surrender now and I'll have you sprawled out on this table for me to feast upon."

"We both know you'll lose my little kitten. Just let me savour my prize now. I promise to mark every inch of your skin."

"Deixa eu te foder, minha princesinha safada."

They got so perverted that your face was a bright red hue and surprisingly, this wasn't the end of it. You don't know when his tentacles came out, but now they are wrapping themselves all over your legs. Squeezing your soft flesh and teasing close to where your panties are.

All of these distractions combined, of course, you lost as you have the Joker yet again. You glared at Harlequin as you stood up once again and pulled down your panties. The only saving grace and pride you have left is the big band t-shirt. Thank god you decided to wear it today, as it covers most of your thighs, but who knows how long that would last. Harlequin still has more layers of clothing than you do. You were going to lose, and that seems more like an underlying fact.

But you weren't going to back down. Harlequin just grinned as you tried to lock in. It didn't last long as his tentacles came back, and since there was no clothing barriers to block him.

You let out a weird squeak, his tentacles suddenly touching your sex. His tentacles rubbed against your slit, and you closed your thighs, but that got Harlequin riled up even more. He let out a low growl. He suddenly grabbed hold of your leg, forcing you to spread your thighs before plunging his thick tentacle deep inside you. You let out a cry, feeling the pain of the stretch and tears brimming in your eyes. It hurts.

"Shh shh, my dear, it'll feel good soon, I promise. Now surrender yourself to me, and I'll make sure you'll feel even better." You glared at him, but couldn't help but whine when you felt him slowly move inside of you. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the cards hard. They were definitely dented now.

Harlequin was relishing in this situation, having you breathless as he continued to thrust his tentacle into you while caressing your legs with his other appendages. He was so unfair. But two can play that game.

You raised your foot and placed it over his bulge. Moving your foot up and down his hard length that wants to burst from his pants. Harlequin let out a shuddered breath as he forcefully exhaled through his nose. Such a tease you were.

You both were stubborn with the endless taunts and teasing touches. But Harlequin was so much stronger than you. Easily grabbing your foot and pull it away, making you spread wider. His tentacle started to go faster, thrusting in and out, making you softly moan and gripping the edge of the table. Your moaning and flushed face really turned him on, and he felt that you were getting close.

He felt your wall clenching down on his tentacle. He can't have you cum yet, the game wasn't even over. He removed the tentacle leaving you empty and dissatisfied as you couldn't cum. You looked at him like he stole your fries.

"Oh, what's wrong, kitten? Didn't get to cum? We still have a game to finish." The unexpected happened. You lunge towards him, full of anger, as you start to roughly tug on his locks of hair.

"You're terrible and mean!" You kept tugging at his hair, and your fingers brushed against his horns. Something of how your fingers barely grazed his horns sends him into a frenzy.

You felt your breath momentarily stop as your back was suddenly pinned to the small table. Your arms were restrained as Harlequin pinned your wrists above your head. Trying to regain your focus, you only saw darkness. The lights were cut out, and the only thing you could see were slitted green eyes that peered down on you.

"Such a naughty kitten." Harlequin purred, but his voice was low now. Was he angry? "Looks like she needs her punishment." Tentacles roamed your body, going under your shirt and caressing your flushed skin. You couldn't help but whine and squirm from these foreign touches. The tentacles even reached your breast and started to squeeze your round mounds.

"Such a loud kitten. I wonder if I can make you meow any louder?" He inserted his tentacle inside you again and started to thrust at a steady pace.

"I believe you lost my dear, shall I do the honours?" You glared at him, wanting to fight back, but it was cut short as his tentacle curled up in a nice spot that made you mewl. Harlequin chuckled, how quickly he can subdue you with his experienced touches. You were so easy to read, but you did get him a few times, which greatly surprised him. You were so fun to play with. Now that you have lost, he is going to devour you whole until there is nothing left in the morning.

Using his free hand to lift up your shirt, revealing your bare stomach. What a feast it was for his eyes. He was drooling, so much meat for him to dig his teeth into. You will look like an art piece once he is done with you.

Light suddenly shone on the left as someone lifted up the curtain. You both twisted your heads to see who intrudes on your game night. A pissed-off Pierrot was standing by the entrance as his rage-filled eyes locked in with Harlequin's.

"You were too rough with him, Pierrot!" You scolded the whining red clown that is gripping onto you for dear life. His mask buried into the crook of your neck, trying to inhale your scent. You honestly lost track of time and forgot all about Pierrot, which is your fault. Now, Harlequin is in the Doctor's tent because of you. You will have to give him a get-well gift.

"I'm sorry ok, I didn't know things would have taken this far." You apologized. "I just wanted to see what you guys look like beneath the masks."

"I promise to show you one day my dear." His gloved hands traced your knuckles with care. "He didn't hurt you did he?"

"No, I'm ok. Are you ok?"

"No." He huffed. "He left his mark on you."

"But he didn't bite me." You didn't recall him biting or marking your skin.

"No, but he did..." His clawed hand rested on your stomach, his index finger pointing at you vagina. "Here."

You started to sweat. You turn around just to met his hungry gaze. His teeth was sharp. Drool was pouring out of his lips and his mask absolutely flushed with red. his golden eyes swirls with hearts in them.

"I'll have to leave my mark inside you, my dear."

It was going to be a long night for you and Harlequin.

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Tomodachi is so funny.

I made Pierrot and I somehow to make the perfect personality for him.

He is so silly I love him and all he does is sleep by the water fountain.

I created Harlequin too and their reaction is funny. Everytime Pierrot and Harlequin interact they try to avoid each other. Example when I brought Pierrot to Harlequin's house he immediately LEFT! Lol

And other times Pierrot follows Harlequin. They so goofy

This is my Mii and Pierrot running around.

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The Freak Circus x ALT Female Reader

Chapter 5

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4,

MDNI 18+

Entering the circus, you were met with a familiar split mask. The one that took Carol. The Ticket Taker must've noticed your stare as he lifted his head. Your gaze averted quickly, staring at the ground as the line slowly kept moving. You wish the line would move much more slowly so that you wouldn't have to face the Ticket Taker so soon. You would've kept rehearsing what you were going to say when he took your red ticket.

"Greetings, visitor. May I see your- ah!" Oh no, he recognizes you. But how could he not, especially the red ticket that is crumpled beneath your hand.

"The guest with the red ticket, aren't you?" His tone shifted, and you felt nervous with his heterochromic eyes staring down at you.

"Y-yeah." You gave a nervous response. Not the one you rehearsed in your head 15 times. Handing the red ticket, the Ticket Taker punches it.

"Enjoy yourself, guest. The circus has sharp eyes; it notices those who seek joy. Or those who hide a secret deep in their hearts." A warning you think?

"O-ok." You played with the string knots on your hoodie. Wishing he would just let you leave.

"Should you need anything, please, do not hesitate to speak with me. And a small warning."He put a hand on your shoulder as he pointed to the pink tent and the black tent.

"The pink and the black tents are beyond the bounds of your ticket. You won't be able to enter." He said in a stern voice. His hand felt heavy against your shoulder.

"Ok." You nodded as he finally removed his hand from your shoulder. Now you were alone again. Pierrot's show is already going, and you definitely don't want to run into Harlequin again. Exploring around you saw the black tent. Being the curious thing you are, you couldn't help but approach it despite Ticket Taker's warnings. There was a small line full of tall people. And they were all carrying a black ticket. What's inside the tent? You ponder.

"Damn, look at those weirdos!" One guy said.

"You think the circus is hiring more freaks?"Another said

"HAH!"

People were so rude, why do they still act like this?

"Hello there, guest with the red ticket. I'm sorry, but as I've said before. Your ticket doesn't allow entry into this area." The Ticket Taker appeared in front of you.

"What's in the black tent?" You couldn't help but ask.

"It is no concern of yours now. Please return to the common area." Ticket Taker pried you away from the black tent.

Now you were alone again. You rubbed your arm as you saw so many people smiling and talking to one another. Why were you here again? Oh yeah, you had to come back. But you felt lonely here; you didn't have any friends in this town and couldn't make any. You felt sick. Might as well check the other tents to distract from your isolation. Besides, you weren't able to visit the other tents last time.

You first went into the blue tent, where it had a sign. Tent of Mirrors: Don't trust what your eyes see. Entering in there were lots of people that were exploring and looking at the various of mirrors displayed while caranival music was playing in the background. There was nothing spooky about this so far. But the light suddenly flickered, and when the lights came back on, there was no one. You looked around in confusion. Where did everyone go?

The room seemed more dim as a blue spotlight shone on one mirror at the end. A familiar silhouette appeared in front of the mirror with his top hat and polite stance.

"Hmm? My tent doesn't usually attract that many curious souls, especially ones who seem so eager to run away." Ticket Taker's voice rang through

"Huh? How?... Where did everyone go? Did you take them ?" You pointed your finger at him in accusation.

"Me? Perhaps, or maybe it's you who thought you saw others in here. You might've been alone from the very start, just you and me. Red ticket guest."

"If it's about the black tent, I'm sorry for entering." You said as you kept fiddling with the strings of your hoodie.

"Oh, I accept your apology, but I'm not here for revenge. Rather, I'm very curious." He said cryptically.

"Curious about what?" He never responded as his silhouette disappeared, and now there were two of them inside the mirrors as they walked towards the one at the end with the blue light. Now you can see him fully.

"In here, dear guest, you'll see things you might not want to, whispers from your heart, or maybe warnings from beyond." He tipped his hat before saying.

"'Don't trust what your eyes see.' Enjoy!" And just like that, he was gone, leaving you all alone. You took a step back not knowing how to process this.

"Just keep moving forward, guest. You'll find the exit eventually. Though I'd recommend not stopping for too long. I've heard monsters live in the dark. And mirrors sometimes show more than they should." His voice rang throughout the tent, but he was nowhere to be found.

You moved forward, and the joyful carnival music shifted into a more eerie tone as the song went in reverse. You reached a hallway to be greeted with 8 mirrors. All in various colours. You approached the yellow mirror first. There was a dark silhouette behind you, even though you knew no one was there. At least that's what you hope. But your shoulder feels warm, and so is your back. You feel like you're being embraced in a hug. The Silhouette reveals itself to be...

"Pierrot?" You quietly called out.

"Can we be together forever!" Suddenly his reflection shows that he is covered in blood while his eye looked possessively at you.

"Wouldn't you want that? Just you and me together." He said more desperately.

"Please say yes. Please let me hear your sweet voice say it."

"Stay with me. Please, my dear."

Golden eyes suddenly appeared, and a throwing knife struck the mirror. You flinched back in surprise. The mirror is now broken with a familiar throwing knife sticking out.

You went to the mirror on the other side, the green one. This mirror wasn't as warm as the other one. It was cold, and you involuntarily shivered. Another silhouette appeared. Your face paled as you recognized the green eyes and green claws.

"You, are you really going to let me come close?" His claws now have blood and so does his mouth. Your neck tingles from where he bite you. as it shows your bloody shoulders.

"Do you like my warmth? I can see it in your eyes, what you think of me." Another green eye appeared on the side.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Like what? You were so confused. Was your gaze strange? You don't know. Suddenly, your reflection showed that your body was lifted into the jaws of the green-eyed beast. That was gorey, you hoped the next mirror wont be so dramtic.

Bit by how dark of a red shade this mirror is, you doubt it. The red mirror showed a very tall figure with cyan glowing eyes.

"I'd love to examine this specimen. I wonder how much this one can endure. I bet you can handle a high doses of adreneline." His eyes suddenly glowed red.

"Let me run a few tests. It'll be.... entertaining. How far can I push before you finally beg?" The glowing eyes were gone, and instead, sharp teeth were seen.

"Or perhaps your heart will give out first, like the other dolls."

Dolls?

You moved on to the next mirror which is the white. This silhoute was also tall with and had a glowing white eye on you.

"Oh, a new guest? You look so small, like a child." His glowing eye squinted. "Don't worry, my dear. I won't let your heart fade. Instead, let me keep it in a jar so it can beat eternally for me." Another sharp smile silhouette gave as he was covered in blood. And there was a hole in your chest, as he holds your heart close to his.

These mirrors were weird, and honestly, you, oddly enough, didn't feel too scared. The next mirror was the purple mirror. Purple eyes penetrated your form. Looking at you with disgust.

"A pet? Why would he want a creature this troublesome? Tsk." Your gaze lowered as he kept insulting you. You came here to be scared, not to be insulted.

"Look at you, so weak on your own. You've been lucky so far. But luck is a fickle thing. It always runs out eventually."A bunch of purple eyes then appear in the shadows as they surround him. His eyes glow more vibrantly.

"And when that day comes, huhum... I'll have my fun."

You didn't like how he spoke about you. You felt bad again. You wished it would show something grotesque instead of this yucky feeling in your gut.

You went to the blue mirror. The Ticket Taker appeared inside the mirror.

"You're an interesting guest. I told you not to stop, yet you wanted to look at every mirror." He then pushed himself out of the mirror like he had emerged from water as it ripples.

"So... the monster caught up to you." You honestly forgot about the monster. But you felt something warm breathing down your neck.

"Don't. Don't look back, trust me." You saw behind the Ticket Taker on one of the mirrors. That someone was banging against the mirror, trying to break free. You suddenly felt pressure on your head. Like someone was wanting to pop it.

"Perfect, I like that you're obedient." You were more distracted by the person banging against the mirror. "You know your place here. You'll be just fine." His eyes then glanced to the side as he started talking again.

"Stop right there. I'm watching you. Step back, we're only talking. It depends on you. Don't you trust me?"He said

"What?" You were confused.

"Quiet, I'm not speaking to you." Oh, you thought.

"Very good. Now, where are we? Ah, yes. Be polite and keep your eyes on me. We're having a conversation."

You felt the warmth crushing your head has been released. Now heavy claws pressed on your shoulder.

"What's touching me?" You asked.

"An illusion." No, it couldn't be?

"It feels too real to be an illusion. I can feel the heaviness on my shoulders." You responded, and you felt the pressure slightly increase.

"Usually other visitors would say, "What an impressive trick'. But not you, my guest? You can feel him, don't you? That illusion doesn't work on you anymore, does it?" He tilted his head.

"That's fine." He approaches closer.

"It's me, guest. I just want to see you a little closer. After all, not everyone makes it this far. But there's no need to tremble, I don't bite." His voice was somehow coming from the monster behind you. You don't know what's going on.

"I think I'll keep an eye on you as well. You can keep going, the mirror at the end of the hall is my personal favourite. It's intense." He then disappeared back into the mirror, and the heaviness left your shoulders

You went to the broken mirror. It was really intense as words came out like Abominations, those eyes aren't normal, get out. Screams were heard as the tent was set ablaze in the background.

Freaks!

You can even smell the burning.

You finally approached the last mirror. It had a pink hue to it. Another silhouette appeared. They had a feminine shape with pink eyes

"Come Closer."

"Come closer, come closer." She kept repeating like a chant.

You slowly approached her as a hand reached out from the mirror and pulled you in.

"She's pretty even though she's one of them." Two people were talking to the feminine figure as shadows appeared.

"You're right." The second person responded. Suddenly, a monster with golden eyes came forward to protect the pink monster.

"And if.. That's one's a problem. Well, teach him some manners."

Now you are in a scene full of cages. And the golden-eyed monster was bleeding heavily inside one of them.

Then the pink monster was tossed in and chained to the floor.

"I'm scared. If they try to touch me again. Will you save me?" She pleads to the green-eyed monster.

"Save?" The green-eyed monster spoke. Harlequin?

"Tomorrow we'll relocate her. The others, we'll let them starve. They're too dangerous to keep." One man said to the other

"You're right, we won't risk it. She'll be useful for something."

"Moonless night." The monster with heterochromia eyes said.

"Maybe this will be our last one." The biggest one said, "I'm so hungry."

"Me too... how long has it been... since we last ate?" The heterochriomi mosnter responded.

"I feel sick." Another monster responded, covered in white fur.

"I can't move. Pierrot is alive?" The purple-eyed monster asked.

The cage suddenly break as the green eyed monster broke free.

"Im scraed." She said.

"You're the weakest one." The green-eyed monster approached the pink monster.

"Thank you." Then the green-eyed monster chomped her neck and tore her arm.

The other cried "Why..did you do that?"

"Theres no turning back now."

"No..no no.."

"EAT!"

"Why are you smiling." But he didnt notice a tear coming our of the green eyed monster as he laughed maniaclly.

"Sorry, Harlequin."

"No. He wasn''t."

Finally, blinking your eyes from the scene as it felt burning. Your eyes watered as tears poured out. Why are you crying?

"Thank you." She said quietly. "It's been so long. Each one of them crafted their own shield when remembering that day. To protect themselves, each in their own distorted way."

"I... just wanted to tell someone."

"You didn't deserve this." You whispered in a hushed tone. Her eyes softened as she looked down at you. She then wrote something on the mirror. You didn't understand it, but you pressed the palm of your hand on the mirror.

A bright light was then shown. The exit. As you rushed towards it, something caught your eye.

A lone mirror was segmented away from the others. It reflected different colours that of an opal. The mirror quietly called out to you. You couldn't help it. Straying from the light, you entered the comforting darkness that surrounded the mirror as the carnival music died down into silence.

Approaching the mirror you can see yourself more clearly. The dark circles under your eyes, the blackheads that littered your nose and your hair dishevelled. Your hoodie was covered in wrinkles. You look like such a mess.

Something shimmered inside the mirror. It showed you, but...it wasn't you.

Her skin was clear and smooth. Her hair is neat and tidy with curls shiny and in neat order. And in her hair was a big decorative bow that had different shades of dark blues with specs of glitter and star-like shapes adorning the bow.

The sparkling bow matched with the rest of her outfit, which was a lolita dress with frills and lace. The same pattern from the bow appeared on the dress, perfectly matching the attire. Nothing like your wrinkled hoodie or baggy pants.

Even her nails were clean and painted with stars on them. Nothing like your broken and chipped nails. Everything about her mocks your own appearance.

Even her stance was confident. She stood straight as her e/c eyes gleamed down on you with a confident smile. Mocking at the hunched figure beneath her.

You.

A worthless pile of shit.

She was everything you weren't.

Everything that you could never be.

You heard ringing in your ears as your anger burned.

Her smile and gaze stayed the same as you saw your furrowed brows and gritted teeth reflected in the mirror before it shattered into pieces.

You heaved deeply as tears continued to stream down your face. Your knuckles sting as blood starts to gush out. But you didnt care. You felt all negative emotions swirl at once. Anger, disgust, hatred and finally sadness.

It hurts.

The Ticket Taker waited pateintly at the exit as you finally came out.

"Congratulations, you made it guest. You reached the end of my tent."

You didn't respond as you continued to look down at the soil beneath your feet. Ticket Taker looked over you. Your head was lowered, your unresponsiveness, even the light in your eyes wasn't there anymore. And he can smell the sweet stench of blood coming from your hand.

"I did warn you, 'don't trust your eyes,' but it seems my warning was futile." He approached you and took your bloody hand, put his white handkerchief on top of it, and gently pressed down on the wound.

"I recommend you go to the doctor next. He'll take care of your incision. Before he left, he brushed a small strand of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you for entertaining me. Red ticket guest. I'll see more of you in the near future." And like that, he was gone.

This was the tent that Ticket Taker recommended you go to. You kept clenching your fist and unclenching. Not really know what you are doing. You just want to go home and cry. Weirdly enough, you hope the doctor's tent is scary just to replace the aching emptiness you're experiencing.

Someone suddenly stumbled out, their face was as white as a ghost, as they rubbed their arms trying to comfort themselves. That was a good sign. You need to replace your negative emotion with something else.

One of the clowns dressed in pink handed you the clipboard and a feather pen to sign. There wasn't much reading material for the clause, which was good, but the bolded words: Obey the doctor, and you'll be fine, is what you pay attention to.

You signed it and went inside the tent. Glowing cyan eyes greeted you.

"Come closer, dear patient, don't be shy." A thick russian voice was heard.

Stepping in, you heard a bunch of neck cracks as a bunch of glowing cyan eyes stared down at you. Freezing in place as your heart momentarily stops and beats again.

"Oh, that? Don't mind them. I promise they can't bite you. Well....not anymore, huhum." A trail of red lights came on, leading towards the big wooden chair.

"Don't forget to roll up your sleeves, please." You obeyed as you rolled up your sleeves and sat down in the oversized chair. You're way too small for this.

You noticed on the right a table full of medical tools and blood stains that cover the medical sheet. The cyan eyes still glowed looking at you.

There was also a sweet smell of incense and something metallic.

"You wanted to run off, didn't you? It's fine, no one really likes visiting the Doctor." He started strapping your hands on the armrest, and the doctor took note of your bleeding knuckles. His cyan googles turned red at one moment, staring at your bleeding hand.

"After all, there aren't any secrets between the Doctor and their patient, right?" You kept eyeing him as he strapped your other hand down.

"Mmmm, you're behaving so well. Most would freak out and struggle to get out. But you stayed still." He brought his hand close to his beak as he pondered.

"I-it's part of the procedure, right?" You responded. This was part of the act, wasn't it?

"Mmm, yes." He said in an unconvincing tone. "Now we should take care of your wound, yes?"

Now that you see the doctor fully. He was huge, but more importantly. He was dressed as the plague doctor. You loved the plague doctor. You even dressed as one for Halloween one time.

"I love your plague doctor costume." You suddenly blurted out. The doctor stared at you through his cyan lenses as he grabbed a washcloth. Obviously not expecting that response.

"Why, thank you. Are you interested in plague doctors?" He was very careful to wipe the blood away with such precision. You were very delicate with your soft skin. You would definitely bruise and cut easily, so the Doctor has to be very meticulous.

"Yeah, I love their designs. Apparently, the original idea for the plague doctor was so that the beak mask would be stuffed with herbs like rosemary so that they wouldn't be able to smell the dead bodies." You ranted. Doctor continued to listen to you ramble while he cleaned your knuckles and wrapped a bandage around them.

Your fingers were small; everything about you was small. When the doctor first saw your form, he thought you looked like a lost child. Someone who shouldn't be in his tent of horrors. But maybe that's where you belong. He can smell your fear, but there are layers hidden in that. Sorrow, anger, so many strong emotions that you try to bury. He was more curious now. What goes on in this human's heart? Oh, this human is feeling embarrassed now? How intriguing.

It was silent now. You stopped talking, feeling embarrassed that you were the only one talking. The Doctor probably has enough dealing with annoying customers, and you were just rambling in his ear about how much you love plague doctors.

"You stopped talking?" He finally spoke. He was done bandaging up your fingers.

"You probably had enough of me talking on and on, haha." You let out a small fake laugh. The Doctor's gaze felt more intense than before. More calculating. Leading you to squirm in your seat, digging your nails into the armrest.

"Now that I addressed your minor wounds, let us move on to the procedure." You nodded your head as the Doctor leaned forward, trying to get a good look at you.

"On your file, it says you're not feeling unwell, you're just curious about the attraction, right?" His head tilted to the side. It reminded you of a crow. Crows would tilt their head to the side to see their prey better.

"So, you came here to see me, to test whether the fear of being my guinea pig is worth it."

"Guinea pig?" You parrot back in confusion.

"Its okay, I'm your Doctor, and I'm going to examine every fibre of your being, Y/N. I noticed that your hands are cold when I was cleansing your cuts. Is your blood pressure dropping?"The doctor holds your wrist firmly. Feeling your pulse. His hand was so big compared to your small wrist. He can easily snap it in half if he would.

"Oh, what a firm pulse you have. Beating with so much life. If you'll let me..." His claws pressed against the skin of your chest. Feeling your heartbeat. Your body contorted, not expecting him to dig his claws into your hoodie.

"Don't you need a stethoscope?" You questioned.

"You're not really sick. I don't need it. I can feel it." He let his clawed hand linger on your chest for a bit.

"Mmm.. Your heart... beats like a drum. But there is something else, too." His claws continued to lie where your heart is. "Your heart feels heavy..."

"Like it's asking me to open your chest and take a closer look."

"You're breathing too heavily, too. And your pupils are wide, dear patient, unaturally wide. Hold still."

"Don't move." You tried to stay still, but you still flinched as something sharp pinched your neck.

"Humhumhum, you try behaving so well. I can already read you, my patient. How your mind tries to hold still, but your body has a different reaction, doesn't it?" The doctor chuckled as he leaned closer to you. His hands were huge, you noticed as he hooked his thumb under your chin, tilting your head so that his eyes behind those cyan googles could leer at you.

"I noticed the moment you walked in, you were hesitant, curious, and your expectations were different from the others. A normal person would be impressed by this place. But you?"

"You locked your eyes directly on me. And it wasn't because of my costume. Your eyes wouldn't be able to see such a dark environment. So I wonder. Why?"

"You're big." You blurted out.

"Humhumhum. Yes, I'm aware how big I am compared to you. But everyone here is a giant for you, my little patient." The doctor laughed in amusement.

"But you're fascinating, you know that." He finally leaned back, giving you space to breathe.

"I finally got your diagnostics, dear one. I know why you came here, especially the cut on your knuckles." He walked behind the chair so that you could no longer see him.

"I felt your heartbeat. It was very heavy, you know." His voice suddenly spoke into your right ear.

"It's full of sorrow, dear patient. Bottling up your emotions isn't healthy as it can suddenly combust. And this." His gloved claws grazed over your freshly bandaged knuckles. "Is the consequence of it."

Your fingers dug into the wood of the armrest. Constantly fluttering your eyelids so that you wouldn't suddenly burst out crying. You felt a knot in your throat as you tried very hard to swallow down your emotions.

"Even now, you are bottling it up. You need to cry, my dear patient. I won't judge you, for I am your Doctor." He tried to coax you as he kept tracing his index finger over your knuckles. But you didn't budge, you wouldn't cry. The Doctor clicked his tongue.

"Stubborn." He said as his voice finally left your right ear and he came around to see you face-to-face.

"An injection will help you feel more relaxed." The Doctor pulled out a big syringe that was filled with questionable pink fluid. "Don't worry, you don't have to hold your voice back. This is the place to scream if you want."

"I-I don't want..."

"I promise you'll feel a lot better." You thought about it for a moment. The Doctor sees how deep you were in thought. He can practically see the little hamster in your head running around.

"O-ok." You responded

"Huhhuhhum." The doctor laughs. "I was joking. A lot of patients usually struggle when seeing a needle. But not you. You struggle more trying not to cry in front of me. I find that intriguing, my dear patient. Tell me. Do you feel more relaxed?"

"Yes." You involuntarily said. Your body didn't feel relaxed, but your mind was somehow numb to this.

"Good, you're so well behaved. Now do you want a treat?" A flash of light entered your eyes at the prospect of a treat. The Doctor saw how yoru eyes widened with a spark of life coming through. So you like to eat? It was quite endearing.

"May I see your ticket?"

"Yeah, just untie me-" He leans and takes the ticket from your pocket. It was silent for a long time as he saw your red ticket.

"Oh, actually... Seems I've run out of sweets. I'll owe you one." The light disappeared from your eyes, and you frowned even more. You look so sad for not getting a treat.

"I'll give you sweets tomorrow, the next time you visit." He said as he untied your hands and returned the red ticket. You were about to leave when his gloved hand grasped your shoulder, and his head leaned close to you.

"Remember to make regular check-ups with your doctor, and I am expecting you tomorrow to see how your hand is healing." You gave him a small nod.

"There's too much adrenaline in yoru blood as well... I like that. Enjoy your walk, Y/n."

As you left the tent. The Doctor closed up his tent, sending the fool on their way. He cleaned up the various medical tools he had and grabbed the clipboard lying on the medical table. The clipboard conatins pages of information of patients who hadrecently entered his tent. He begins to scribble many details on his newest patient. He wanted to do more research, to see what reactions she would give him, but he was utterly dissapointed finding out that she was taken. By Pierrot no less.

Which begs the question. What did she do that would make Pierrot give his red ticket?

The Doctor walked further into his tent and opened the curtain which revealed his hidden lab. Chemicals and pill bottles are organized on the shelves along with some succulents on the left side. On the right were various papers of human anatomy and books of everything about humans. Textbooks about their diet, hygiene, diseases, etc. The Doctor has it all here.

In the middle of the lab was a stretcher, a surgical Lighting system casting bright LED lights over the fool's body. The fool was barely breathing as they took a lungful of air. Their skin on the torso looked like it had been peeled off, revealing everything. Their erratic heartbeat seing it continuesly pumping blood. How their lungs shrink and expand as their mouths gape for air.

But Doctor wasnt intrested in them at the moment. His focus instead lies in the various textbooks he has collected on his medical journey, and there are a few in particular he wanted to take a look at.

He pulled out one textbook that was coloured in light blue and white, titled 'Depression: How It Affects The Mind and Body.'

The other book he took had abstract colouring, but lighter and fewer pages than the other one he read, Autism Spectrum Disorder.

The Doctor peered at the textbook. It's been quite a while since he read this book. Flipping the first page, he realizes he needs to get a new textbook. This one was outdated, and who knows how many discoveries there were.

He will need to ask Bil to go out and buy him some new textbooks while they are here.

Hmmmm?

And what is this?

Two textbooks were missing from his catalogue.

Sometimes his troupe would burrow a textbook from his lab. Jester would burrow his psychological textbook, and Bil would usually grab something when he didn't have any other material to read. But those missing books had very special and specific information that neither Jester nor Bil would touch. Very unlikely.

The first book contains everything about human dating. How humans court each other. Information entailing gift giving, conversations, and appearances. The second book, however, was a sex ed book. Showcasing the human anatomy sexual organs, and how they function. But it showcased the different positions for sexual intercourse and how humans create pleasure through stimulation.

The Doctor kept thinking back to his patient who had Pierrot's ticket. Pierrot has been acting rather odd for the past day. Not exactly odd, but more cheerful. He even burned cookies, which is something he would have done in the past. But he is much more experienced now to make a rookie mistake. But if that little human has somehow managed to worm her way into his heart. It would all click.

Pierrot is trying to court this human. A potential mate?

This was fascinating.

A small cough interrupted his thoughts. Ah, yes, he shouldn't neglect his patient. His attention turned to the fool.

"There there, sweetie, I will make you better." His googles flashed red as he brought out his scalpel and syringe. Continuing his work.

Meanwhile, you were standing in front of a huge white tent that had black checkered patterns on the side. Everyone was going inside, but you hesitated. You didn't want to enter the tent; you just wanted to go home. But you saw something green from the corner of your eye. No, you didn't want to face him. You quickly went inside as the next show began.

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Topping (TFC)

A list of Circus members that are least likely to have you top/dom them to most likely. Just a fun thing I wanted to write.

MDNI 18 +

Jester

No, not even a consideration and how dare you think of topping him? You will never control him, let alone top him. But he has no problem topping you and controlling every gasp and moan you make. He's the reason he lets you take in those needy gasps. Don't be fooled otherwise.

Harlequin

Another no. But he will let you ride him, but he has to be sitting while you do so. He is the one thrusting inside you and making sure your wrists are tied up with his tendrils. He will be the one to put you in place due to his stamina and experience. So don't you forget that.

Pierrot

He tries. Really tries. He would gladly let you top him. You wanted that control, so he lets his beloved have that control. But unfortunately, his willpower and patience easily run thin, especially with you, and he couldn't help but break the rope you tied him. Now you were pinned beneath this beast as he kept babbling apologies as he kept thrusting into you.

Ticket Taker

When he is very drained, then yes. He will let you top him just so you wouldn't annoy him any further. But his patience also suprisingly run thin even though he is drained from all the shenanigans at the circus. He will let you top him, but no restraints, and he is the one who is going to impale you. Like Harelquin, he will be in a sitting position while you try to chase your high.

But after a while, Bil gets frustrated and takes the reins into his own, and now he is the one topping you.

Doctor

The Doctor is probably the only one who lets you top him through the whole ordeal, as he just wanted to take notes of how your body reacts, as well as the change in your breathing. But you quickly become embarrassed as Doctor doesn't really react, only writing on his clipboard. He doesn't even tell you if he feels good or not, saying that his greatest pleasure was studying you.

You were too embarrassed to continue, so being the mindful doctor he is, takes charge.

Bonus

Columbina

YES YES YES! She is the only one you can top/dom with no issues. She is naturally submissive, so she will let you take charge of her. You can tie her up and even penetrate her! But make sure you don't go too far, and please ask her if 'it is not too tight?' or does it hurt?' She needs a say too.

Mr.Jingle

Just like Pierrot, he will let you take charge, but he doesn't last long either; the need to dominate you takes over, and the roles reverse. He pins you down and takes charge. He praises you for how good you were at topping him, but he has to take over, or else he will break.

[story-blurbs]

The Freak Circus x ALT Female Reader

Chapter 4

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 , 5

MDNI 18+

You felt very drowsy, and your body felt heavy. Slowly gaining consciousness, your eyelids blinked the bleariness out. Your vision was still fuzzy as you saw a lot of red, and your head was slightly throbbing. Ugh, you don't feel good. Slowly stirring, you heard the sounds of chains and were more aware of your senses. Something was wrapped around your ankle. But your body feels too heavy to move.

After a few minutes, you were able to raise your arms and rub your eyes. You can finally see your surroundings. Where the hell are you? You don't recognize this room? Panic slowly set in as you tried to think of what happened last night. Recalling your memories, you remember going to the circus, and you hung out with Pierrot. Then something happened after the milk bottle game..... You were carried by Pierrot?

"It feels so unbelievably good to hold you like this. Finally mine." Pierrot claims as his voice edges towards desperation.

"And to leave me here..o..nn...the.....e...d..."

Ugh! Why can't you remember? Everything is so fuzzy, and where the hell are you? Shuffling in the foreign bed as the chain shook, reminding you of your captivity. No NO NO!

Where even are you?!

You're scared. What's happening? Are you going to die? Or are you going to be raped? Your anxiety is pushing through. Think of all the horrible possibilities that can happen to you. Tears started to pour down your face as you struggled to get the chain off. It doesn't budge as you grit your teeth in frustration.

You froze as you heard footsteps approaching. A tall shadow, carrying a tray, approaches your bed, and you stiffen. As the figure approached your bed, you could see the light brighten up his face.

"Pierrot?" You quietly called out. Wiping your tears away as he placed the tray beside you. His eyes were wide, and his usual smile was downturned in concern. His hands slowly crept and gently caressed your face. Wiping your tears.

"T-Thank God it's you." You let out a small hiccup as tears continued to pour, unbidden.

"You're alright, my dear, you're alright. I'm here, my lady." He said softly as he pulled you close to hug you. His long limbs wrapped around your shaky form as he rubbed your back.

"Shh, Shh, you're safe, my lady. You have nothing to fear. You are safe here." His voice was soothing, helping you to calmdown. He was very good at making you feel protected and safe. You leaned naively further into his touch as you closed your eyes. Too out of it to realize that he was the predator that kept you chained here.

What you didn't see is how possessively he was looking down at you. His golden eyes are constantly turning into swirls or hearts. He adored you so much. How sweetly you called out for him in the midst of your panic. Your heartbeat has slowed down from being in his presence. Pierrot felt proud that he could put such a affect on you. You trust him, don't you?

You finally pulled your head back and looked up at him. Something was wrong. His grin was so wide, and his eyes locked in with yours. His eyes peered down at you like a predator. Quickly averting your eyes from him, you looked at his ruffles and not at his hungry gaze.

"I've missed seeing the colour of your eyes and hearing your voice." His voice was no longer sweet but possessive. You pulled back slightly, but Pierrot was overwhelmingly stronger than you and pulled you back into a hug. You felt him bury his mask on the top of your head. He was inhaling your scent.

"You smell so good, my dear." His breath was raspy. Why must you tempt his very being? He was going to lose it by a thread. He wanted to mark you. Claim you. You would look so lovely with his bite marks on your untainted skin.

"P-Pierrot? What are you talking about?" Your heartbeat was speeding up. Sensing your erratic heartbeat, he unfortunately had to pull away in order not to scare you further. Pierrot already missed your warmth; he wanted to keep holding you for years. You felt so perfect in his arms.

"Where am I? And why am I chained up?" You stuttered trying to clear your mind in the situation you are in.

"You're in my tent, my lady. Something was put in your food, making you weak and very vulnerable. Seeing you so drowsy and weak... It made my body tremble in so many ways." His mask was covered in a pink hue. Until his eyes widened in surprise, realizing he said too much.

"I-I mean." He took back his words, his fingers covering the side of his mask as he leaned his chin on his palm. Golden heart eyes morphed as his blush thickened, and it looked like he was drooling.

"You felt it too, didn't you? After you ate, your body became." He paused, "Receptive, light and yielding. But then I saw how the world looked at you in that moment. Like prey. I saw those hungry eyes trying to devour you, yearning to touch you."

"It drove me mad!"

"I had to bring you somewhere safe, somewhere under my watch.' He slowly reached out his hand, trying to touch you. Your mind swirls. You didn't understand a thing he said. He never explained why you were chained up. Admist of your brain churning, his hand gently cupped your face.

"I had to hide you before anyone tried to lay a hand on you, my lady. Because if someone dared to touch you other than me. I don't know what I might've done." His face darkened, and his smile was gone.

"I'm so glad you woke up, Y/N! I was starting to get worried. You were breathing so slowly, so still, it was like. Like you were going to disappear forever, like....N-no, I'd never hurt you like that-"

He began to ramble as he panicked. For some reason, you felt calmer even though you are the one chained up and put in this situation. You placed your hands over his.

"It's ok, Pierrot. I'm still here." His golden eyes dilated, and a soft blush spreads his mask once more. You were still so soft for him.

"Where's Pierrot??"

Pierrot freeze in place. You felt him stiffen beneath your touch.

"Please, my dear. Listen to me. Place your trust in me." He grabbed a spare mask that had black tears painted on it. He placed it over your face and leaned his forehead against the mask.

"I give you my word, I shall return. If you wish for me to let go, I shall. But please, wait just a moment. And should anyone enter, say nothing. Don't breathe too heavily. Pretend you are merely a doll. You will be safe, yes?"

"Do not move." He sternly said as he binds your hands with a rope, it's loose, and all you can do is wait for him to return. You hope he returns soon. Your mental state can quickly deteriorate, leaving you panicking. Right now, you just try to observe your surroundings. This must be the medical place in the tents because of the curtains, and there were other beds.

Click click click.

Someone was here. You had to do what Pierrot tells you. You made sure to act limp and too slow down your breathing. Maybe it was Pierrot? A small glimmer of hope.

"Hmmm? Well, well, what do we have here?"

That's not Pierrot.

You know his voice. Your eyes looked at the green mischievous clown. Your heartbeat started to go faster.

"I knew he was hiding something. But this is way more fun than I thought!" You can see how wide Harlequin's sharp grin is. His piercing green eyes stared down at your helpless form.

"I must be really lucky today! " Tied up to a bed, in a place you were never supposed to be." He climbed on the bed and crawled his way towards you.

"He warned you, didn't he? Here, if you scream, things will get really bad for you." His mask opened up his mouth, revealing a long green forked tongue. He brought a throwing knife up to his face, and his tongue slowly glides along the blade.

"Guess it still tastes sweet." He said in a sultry voice.

You were scared, oh, you were scared. God, please help me. You silently prayed. You hope he won't hurt you. Was he mad that you didn't hang out with him yesterday? Should you apologize?

"Hm, you're already shaking?" You were so scared of what he was going to do with you. "Oh, you hadn't seen that yet, huh?" His fingers pressed against his forked tongue. You honestly can care less about his tongue; you were more scared that he was going to assault you.

"Wanna see more? I could show you later." You quickly shook your head.

"Heh, cute, now the real question is... What should I do with you? It's so hard to choose." Harlequin pretended to ponder.

"Go away." You whispered, "Please."

"Aw, and what fun would that be? I like it when you are tied like this. Pretending to be a doll, I wonder how much he told you?"His face came really close to your masked face.

"You aren't fooling me, my dear. Your body is way too tense, your arms trembling." He suddenly pushes your body against the mattress. With that, you started to scream, but Harlequin was quick to slip his hand under your mask and press against your mouth. Out of survival instinct, you bit down on his hand. His hand flinched in your mouth, but he didn't pull away; instead, he let out a deep chuckle. His head leaned close to the side of your head so he could whisper.

"Oh, how delicious you are. I love it when my prey fights back. It's so dull when they don't bother putting up a fight and accept their fate. But you aren't like that, are you? My dear, I'm sure I'll enjoy playing with my food." With that, he sinks his teeth into your neck.

You let out a squeak as your body flinched violently from the sudden pain in your neck. Harlequin was quick to hold you steady as he continued to bury his fangs in your soft skin. You were so warm and so delicious. He can easily sink his teeth for hours. Making sure you were covered in his marks.

But you were also marking him. Your teeth are also sinking into his hand desperately. He is going to adore that mark you gave him. He hoped your teeth marks would be there once he took his gloves off. You unknowingly claimed him to be yours. Such a turn on you were.

Harelquin pulled his teeth out and licked at his sharp canines. Your blood was too sweet for him

Just like that, cotton candy.

But he will definitely savour that taste. His tongue glides, cleaning the mess he made on your skin. Forever etched in your skin as he staked his claim.

"Such resistance, my lady. Trying to fight me back by marking me as yours. It's truly commendable." He pulled his head back as he observed your reaction. His grin faltered a bit. Your eyes were glossy as you let out a hic. You were crying.

He can see the glossiness of your eyes as they look up at him.

Begging.

Like how she begged to stop.

"Please Stop!"

"Ḩ̸̧̛͓̘̣̪͙̝̬̻̞̅͌̿̔̀͑̕͘̕á̵̢̨̪̫̲̠͜r̶̡̨͇̩̠̻̩͔̎̅̃̏͜͝l̴̲͚̮̞͙͍͋̿͠ë̶͚͔̈́̆͗͌̌͐͌́q̷̨̰̮̯̦͓̽͋̾̃̎̽́̅̔̄ũ̵̢͙̻̟̫̲̘̺̘̺̎ĭ̴̟͉̰̎͂͒̈́̍̒̂̌́̍n̸̡̛̛̺̺͎͖͎͚̯̭̫̹̟͐̊̅̏̒͒̎̒"

He felt his chest tighten. No its been years. So many years. He shouldn't be feeling this guilt now. He suddenly felt something touch his hand. It was your hand.

"Please." You silently begged. "Please don't hurt me."

"You asking me to stop or to slow down?" His flirty voice comes off as forced. He felt himself close to snapping. Don't look at him like that. Don't look at him like that!

Like he's the monster.

"Shhh, don't move." His head leans down to your face. He placed his clawed hand over your small, dainty hand. Why do you have to look at him with pleading eyes? He wants to stop, he really does. But he felt so aroused seeing you scared and teary. It's like two sides of him are fighting against each other. If only you could see the turmoil he is going through.

Because of you!

"I have to admit. I'm really starting to like the way you look at me." He broke the chain that clasped your ankle. His grin was back in full force.

"Run Kitten!"

You quickly escaped. Running as fast as you can out of the tents with your dishevelled appearance. The mask you had on dropped to the ground as you ran, trying to find the exit. A pink clown came by, and you knocked into her. You were about to apologize till her mask dropped, revealing a familiar face. Your face conveys shock.

"Carol?" You called out to her.

"Don't miss the attractions, you're gonna love it, visitor." Her eyes were glossy, and there was a violet diamond showing in her pupils. Something is wrong.

"Carol? It's me, Y/n." You tried to get through to her

"Don't miss the attract-" She was cut off as a white-gloved hand that had her mask covered her face once more.

"Oh! How embarrassing, darling, your mask just slipped off." The Ticket Taker stand in front of Carol, blocking you off.

"Don't worry about her, visitor. She's just playing her part. Around here, no one ever breaks character. Not for anything." He states that everything was normal.

"But you look kinda shaken. Are you enjoying the promotional attractions? Or did something happen?" Your mouth kept gaping open and closing. Too many things are going on at once. The Ticket Taker stood straighter. His form was bigger than yours as he looked down at you.

"Are you lost, visitor? This area's really close to the restricted zone. Which way did you come from?"

"I-I don't know." You stuttered. You felt your tears swell up again as one tear rolled down your cheek. Ticket Taker got a good look at you. Of course, he remembers you from the cafe. The one that got away from his grasp. Quite a shame, really. But you were here and crying. You saw something you shouldn't have seen, have you? He pulled out his handkerchief and passed it to you.

"Th-thanks." Wiping your tears and snot away.

"Please, visitor, come this way and let me guide you to the exit." His hand grasped yours and guided you away from the exit, unknowingly to you.

"But that's my coworker there."You stated. But he just ignored you as his grip tightened on your wrist, dragging you towards the pink tent. Suddenly, another hand intervenes, stopping the Ticket Taker.

"Pierrot? What are you?" The ticket Taker asked, confused. "Are they with you?" Pierrot nodded. His gloved arm was covered in red paint. Or was that blood?

"That look Pierrot. They are scared. It's like they saw a part of the circus we don't show."

"Circus of horrors. Of course they're scared." He whispered.

"Do not speak." The Ticket Taker spoke gravely.

"In that case." Ticket Taker pulled away. "I'm certain our guest will be thrilled to return for the nightly attractions, won't they?" You felt Ticket Taker's stare on you.

"Give them your ticket, Pierrot. Or I'll have to offer mine. If everything's fine, she'll be delighted to join us again, right guest?" Pierrot stares at you, and you give a small nod.

"Y-yeah."

"Perfect. We look forward to your return as a guest." Ticket Taker left along with Carol, leaving you and Pierrot alone. Pierrot looked at you with wide eyes. His golden eyes circled as they looked pleadingly.

"I-I need to go home." Pierrot's eyes widened in concern, but he nodded. Knowing it was too much for you. Before you left, he whispered.

"I'll wait for you there."

You kept scratching your neck and tugging at your hair. You were so glad you didn't have work today, it would be too much for you. Finally arriving home, you locked the door, and you collapsed to the floor. Tears freely dripped down your cheeks. God! You were held captive and were almost assaulted by Harlequin. He hurt you. And now they expect you to come back to the circus.

You shouldn't have helped Pierrot. Why did you always have to be so weak and nice? Maybe you thought that people would treat you the same if you were kind, but no. Instead, you were stuck in this hellish situation. Why did you have to suffer like this? Did you do something horrendous in your past life to deserve this? Finally getting up, you saw your dishevelled appearance in the vanity mirror. Your hair is a mess, and your sweater is all rumpled. And where's your bow?

They took your bow too.

You'll never help anyone again.

Everything hurts.

A click was heard from your front door. Turning your head, your eyes widen seeing that familiar red clown. H-How?

How did he know where you live!?

NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!

He broke in. The only safe space you had. It's gone now.

Its gone.

You stepped back as Pierrot crept closer.

"M-my dear, I can explain. Please don't be so frightened, I won't hurt you."

How could you believe him?

"Y-you broke in my place." You whispered as you continued stepping away from him.

"My lady, please let me explain, please don't run away. I know you're scared, but I'm here to take care of you, my dear." You didn't believe him; his sweet words were the opposite of how he looked at you. He looked hungry. And you were his next meal. You tried to bolt it to the front door, but he was faster and had longer limbs to your misfortune.

Easily catching you. His long arms wrapped around your waist as he hurriedly picked you up and threw you onto the bed. You bounced as he pinned your wrists above your head.

"Sorry!" He quickly spoke.

"Forgive me! Do not run, my lady." Your tears kept pouring down. Panic sets in as you try to wiggle and kick.

"NO! LET ME GO!" He easily restrained your legs by pressing his body on top of yours. He used his free hand to cover your mouth.

"My lady, please listen! I didn't want it to end up like this. I won't hurt you. So please." He slowly removed his hand from your mouth; your tears kept flowing.

"I cannot allow you to flee with such frightened eyes. I feel your fear, as if I could taste its sweetness with my tongue. I see it, you know... what it does to me?" He asked as if you were in a good mental space to answer him.

"It makes my body burn, throb, yet it terrifies me to think. You might no longer be able to look at me. It makes me want to hold you tighter, to break you with my heat. Until you forget that anything in the world exists besides me!" He took a breath.

"I want to suffocate every thought of yours with my presence. And your eyes cling to me as much."

"As I want to cling to you right now!"

He didn't say it out loud, but he sees what a broken mess you are. You were already so scared, Pierrot leaned his face close, rubbing your tear-stained cheek against his. He opened his mouth as his long golden tongue darted out and started licking your tears. His warm, wet muscle lapping your salty skin.

"Shh shhh, don't cry, my lady. I'm sorry I may have overdone it, but I had to tell how important you are to me. And my emotions can't contain myself." Pierrot quietly told you as he kept trying to soothe you.

"Y-you broke into my apartment." You broke.

"I had to make sure you were safe."

"You know where I live." You whispered.

"To protect you, my lady."

"Why, why the hell are you here!? For money? Revenge? What do you want from me!" You shouted.

"Your love, my dear." Your heart momentarily stops. w-what? What does he mean he loves you?

"W-what?' He pulled his face away, and you can see his golden pupils changed to hearts with spirals. His mask covered with a dark blush as he confessed.

"I love you, my dear! I love you, I love you, I love you so much it hurts, it burns!1 Like hellfire in my chest! When your eyes met mine that day. It was like my whole existence was screaming for you! Screaming your name, Y/N! So loud and desperate it echoed through my soul! You felt it, didn't you? Please-"

You quickly covered his mouth as your hands slipped out of his grip.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" You screamed.

"You don't love me! We have known each other for less than two days, and you say you love me? I don't believe you." You said in disbelief.

How can you not? You only helped him once, and now Pierrot believes he loves you? That can't be possible. But the way his eyes linger on you in a intenseing manner.

Ugh, you had enough. You don't feel like thinking about this right now.

Pierrot pulled your hands away from his mouth.

"My lady, I know we have only met such a short time, but it's true my heart burns for you. I would never lie about such a thing. I know it might be a lot for you, but I truly love and want to protect you. I'll even bring back your friend. But I can't do it now. He saw you looking at her too much." You honestly completely forgot about Carol due to your own traumatic event. What a good person you are.

Feeling guilty for forgetting Carol. She isn't missing but had been abducted by the circus. Was that guy saying true? The circus is the reason why people started to go missing. Will Pierriot abduct you, too? You know too much already.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" You whispered.

"I told you already, but I will keep telling you over and over again. That I love you." He said once more. His answer doesn't change.

"Why, why do you love me? Is it because of the one time I protected you?" You glowered at him, still not believing what Pierrot was saying.

"It was more than that, my lady. The way you carried yourself. The way your eyes glanced. How you played with your fingers when you're nervous. The cute drawings you made-"

"You went through my stuff!" Pierrot froze. He spoke too much. And now you know that it wasn't his first break-in.

"I did a little rummaging, yes." He looked to the side, a bit guilty.

"You broke into my bedroom before!?" You were in disbelief.

"I did it so that I can know more about you, my lady. I have to know what your interests lie in so that I can accommodate you." Your face paled. Not only did he break in, but he also rummaged through your belongings. Some things are private that you would never ever share with the rest of the world.

"How much did you see? Did you go through my journal?" Your journal was where your most intimate thoughts were set on paper. Your anger, your sadness, your frustartions over the tiniest detail

"Yes, I did." Your face erupted in an embarrassed blush to his admission. You quickly covered your face with your hands.

"Why did you do that. don't read it's cringe." Your mood quickly shifted from anger to embarrassment. You looked so adorable, flustered like this. He gently pried your hands away from your face.

"Don't hide your gaze from me, my lady." Pierrot softly called out.

"How much did you read?" you quickly asked.

"I know that you are always sad... And that you are always lonely. But I can fix that. I'll keep you company. You won't have to be alone anymore. Let me take care of you... You can rely on me, my lady." He softly squeezed your hands. You didn't know how to respond.

"I-I don't know." Your words were quiet as you looked down at your bed sheets.

"Are you going to hurt me?" You whispered, not wanting him to hear your admission of vulnerability. Your worries about what he can do to you if you give him the chance.

"Never, my lady! I would never try to hurt you, my sweetest. And I won't let anyone hurt you." He said it with such devotion. Gripping your hands with his very tightly.

"....Sure." You glanced at the side, not looking at his face. You didn't believe him. You didn't want to. If you let him in, you will only get hurt. You learned not to open your heart to others so easily, but somehow you always make the same mistake over and over in the same self-destruction you always have.

"Do? Do you want me to leave? Give you some space?" Pierrot asked.

You didn't know everything felt like it was coming down at once. You were already exhausted from today's events

"I don't know....do what you want." Your tone was defeated. You rolled on your right side, facing the nightstand, and Pierrot followed suit, spooning you from behind. He pulled you close against his chest, and you didn't struggle. You just let the warmth of his chest embrace your back.

You both lay in silence for a while. Pierrot would occasionally rub his fingers across your knuckles while he inhaled your scent.

"You have to come back tonight." Pierrot was the first to break the silence.

"The circus?" You quietly responded.

"Yes, my dear, they will get too suspicious, and they will come after you. As long as you have my red ticket, you will be fine." You didn't want to go back, and Pierrot knows this as his fingers tightly gripped yours. But since when do you have control to begin with? You only hoped you wouldn't face Harlequin.

"...Will Harlequin be there?"

"I'll make sure he won't hurt or bother you. You won't see him tonight, I promise." Pierrot reassured you.

"...Good."

You don't know how long you've lain like this. Minutes, an hour? You both bathed in comfortable silence, only hearing each other's breathing. Pierrot, however, has more senses than you. He felt your heartbeat slow down to a soft rhythm. Your body is finally relaxing from the stress you had this morning, and it feels like you were about to fall asleep. Pierrot would've been so thrilled to have you sleep against him, but it was time for Pierrot to go.

He had to perform after all. He slowly got up, but he noticed something on your neck. A visible bite mark etched on your neck

"What? He marked you?" He growled lowly. His clawed index finger is tracing the bite mark Harlequin left on you. You slightly flinched from his touch.

"May I... cover it?" Pierrot asked.

"Huh?"

"With my mark. Let me replace his with mine." He looked at you with pleading eyes. He sounded so desperate, like it was his last meal. You were too soft for your own good.

"Fine, but please be gentle."

"I'll try being gentle as I can, my dear." He leaned close to your neck, and his teeth softly brushed your skin as it slowly dug over the fresh wound.

You winced and let out a small squeak from the sudden pain. Pierrot's whole body stiffened, hearing you squeak, and he let out a low rumble. He removed his teeth and dragged his tongue over the new mark.

Pierrot wanted to keep biting. You let out such sweet sounds. He wonders what other kind of noises you will produce if he keeps going. He wanted to hear you gasp, moan, or even cry. But he has to restrain himself. He was trying so hard, but you made it so hard.

You were like a 5-star dish, and his mouth waters, wanting to get his first bite, but he couldn't eat.

Yet.

"You did so well, my lady. Now, when you feel that warmth on your neck. You'll remember me and not him." A thick blush covers his mask as his eyes squint in delight. Proud of his handiwork.

His masked forehead pressed against your own.

"I'll see you tonight, my dear. I'll follow you from a distance as soon as my performance is over. And make sure you eat, my dear." He boldly kissed your forehead before leaving through the balcony.

You sit there stunned, as you were all alone. As pathetic as it was, you barely knew Pierrot, but you already missed him.

You cooked a small meal for yourself; it wasn't that good, but it filled you. Removing yesterday's clothes and dropping them on the floor, you heard a little 'ding'. Oh, you forgot about those pins, you will keep them with your other knick knacks and trinkets. Approaching your desk, you see the red flower Pierrot gave you.... Something is wrong. Why is it chnaging too a more rusty colour and that metallic smell?

What paint did he even use? It looks and smells like blood.

His forehead was heavily bleeding that day... NO WAY!

You hoped it was just your wild imagination and not that he would actually use his own blood to paint the rose.

That was sick and kinda metal.

But why would he do that? Why was he so devoted to you? There has to be something more than just love.

You will think later as you change your clothes. To a comfortable f/c hoodie. Now you were ready to head out.

You looked up at the circus entrance as everyone was excited to line up. You even saw a group of people cosplaying as clowns and jesters. Your tired eyes stared at them for too long as you felt your emotions swirl.

You just wanted to get this over with.

You took a deep breath and made your way inside.

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I am really tempted to add Mr. Jingle to my main tfc x alt reader. Im not sure if I wanted to add him to the overall series or just do his own individual side chapter. What do you guys think?

Also Mr. Jingle is Mewkton's oc and I really like him.

Should I add Mr. Jingle to the main tfc x alt reader story?

Yes!

No, let him be in his own side chapters unrelated to the story

Voting ended onFeb 15

[story-blurbs]

The Freak Circus

The Freak Circus x Alt Female Reader

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

One Shots

Topping TFC

Game Night With Harelquin

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The Freak Circus x ALT Female Reader

Chapter 3

Chapters: 1, 2, 4, 5

MDNI 18+

You woke up with a start. Something happened? What was the dream you had?.... You couldn't remember. But you did remember something was pressing against your mouth, leaving a sweet taste behind. What was that?

Checking to see what time it was, you turned on your phone.

WWHHHATTT!!!!

You were going to be late!!

You quickly got dressed as you put the tv on for background noise.

"The circus's popularity has been rising; it's become the main event of this season!" Two news anchors were talking as you struggled to put your jeans on.

"Absolutely! But it's really not for the whole family. It's unlike anything I've ever seen. People are weirded out by the clown's design, but they're incredibly talented..." The news anchors kept talking about the circus as you tried to find your discarded bra in the mess of clothes. You weren't really paying attention as you only caught a few sentences and words.

"Be careful with the food at the stalls; some have been shut down. Apparently, a few people were selling food illegally near the circus."

That was good to know ahead of time. Now all you needed was your bag, and you were all set.

You found your bag by the desk, but something didn't seem right.

You don't remember leaving your journal open.

"Another girl went missing yesterday morning. Before her disappearance, it was noted that she had a conflict with her family and was last seen at the ████████ household. The only evidence we have is the yellow purse with her belongings. Police are still investigating the area. If youhave any information, contact..."

On the TV, it showed a familiar-looking purse and beside it was a pink circus ticket. You didn't pay attention and turned off the TV. You didn't have time to eat breakfast as you rushed out the door.

Speed walking down the street with your headphones on as you played the Bee and Puppycat ost. While speed walking, you can see the whole town littered with flyers now. How many trees have been cut to produce so many? Your thoughts and music were interrupted when a green jester like perfomer handed you a flyer. You pushed your headphones back as it layed on your neck.

"Care to visit the circus? I bet you'll be surprised. Here, take a flyer!" The green clown said in a flirty tone.

"Oh, no, thank you. I already got a ticket." You explained.

"Oh! Wonderful!! You got one? Was it a pink one, then?" Weren't the pink tickets fraud? And why is he following you?

"I actually got a red ticket. Aren't pink tickets fake, though?" The green clown blocks your path as he stands in front of you. He looked at you curiously.

"A red one?" He asks,, ignoring the question regarding the pink ticket.

"Yeah, now I have to go, I dont wanna be late to work," You maneuvered by the side and continued speed walking towards the cafe. The clown keeps following you, though.

"A red one, huh? So that Pierrot gave it to you? Interesting." The green clown said to himself.

"I'm the Harlequin, my lady." He finally introduces himself. "Ah, I've got an idea! How about we trade? I give you mine and... you give me that red one."

You stopped and turned to look at him as he presented a green ticket.

"Why?" You looked at him curiously. "Do you have a ticket for every colour?" Harlequin's grin grew as he saw Pierrot angrily storming in.

"Oh my. Speak of the devil." Pierrot snatches the green ticket from Harlequin's hand. The ticket crumbled in his fist as he glared at the green clown. You didn't really know what to do and shuffled nervously as people started watching and murmuring.

"Such a shame you don't have a voice, huh, Pierrot? Guess you can't say all those nasty things you're thinking." Harlequin teased him with the wide grin.

"Wait, so him not talking was an act?" Harelquin couldnt help but grin more. "Of course, my lady, he plays the role of a silent fool. He isn't allowed to speak or say a word to anyone." Pierrot continued to glare at him.

"Oh, I thought he was either mute or didn't like talking to people." Harlequin couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at what you said.

"Nothing of that sorts my lady it is just an act. If only he were mute, I would be enjoying peace and silence more often. And wait till Jester hears about this, heh!"

You couldn't stay any longer; you had to go to work.

"I gotta go, it was nice meeting you." And you ran off, leaving two clowns having a stare-off.

Entering the cafe, you saw your boss talking to a cop.

"Just leave the keys on the counter. I'll talk to you in a sec." You left the keys on the counter as your boss finished the conversation with the officer.

"Was it a hassle closing the store last night?" Your boss asked as the officer left.

"It was fine, just the lights went out and we had to restart the power." You boss looked at you with a questioning look.

"The power should have been fine; we just had the electricition a week ago. Of course, there are always faults in the wiring here." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Also, why was there a police officer here? Is it something to do with Carol?" You asked.

"Yep, Appearently Carol didn't come home last night, and the police believed that she ran away."

"Really?" You were shocked by this information.

"She did tell me that her relationship with her family wasn't great. But she said that she needed this job." You didn't know Carol that much to begin with. Only chatting when there were no customers or when it was not so busy. You only gotten small glimpses of her life. Her parents forced her to go to university to be a doctor, while she didn't want that.

She was responisble and worked hard trying to please customers and arriving always on time. She was an ideal employee as she got the most tips out of anyone working here. So it was quite bizarre hearing that she ran away.

"Yeah well if she turns up here we are supposed to contact the police."

"Oh ok."

Now it was just you and your boss again. Which would've been fine if he weren't your boss. You were always scared of people with authoritative power, and the fact that he is the one who hired you. You tried to make sure you don't make any mistakes when he is around.

Clocking in, you went behind the counter and waited for a customer. The front door rang, and you instantly recognized your red clown friend. You felt yourself slightly perked up seeing him as you genuinely smiled at him and waved.

"Hi, what can I get you?"

Pierrot beamed and pointed at the milkshake. You nodded as you went into the back to start preparing it. Your boss stops you.

"Y/N, did he order anything?"He asked sternly.

"Yeah, a milkshake. Why?"

"These clowns aren't good for business. I don't want them loitering here without buying anything. And let him know that we don't allow flyering inside."

Why was everyone so hostile towards the circus performers? You understand it's annoying with the flyer,s but other than that, they aren't doing anything wrong. You gave your boss a nod before returning to the counter. Suddenly, Pierrot grabs your arm and his masked face very close to yours .

Your breath hitched, and your head automatically tilted back. But he pulled you closer till you felt his breath agaisnt your ear.

"Is he.. being mean to you, my lady?"He whispered.

"Huh, n-no, my boss was just telling me to tell you not to spread flyers in the cafe anymore." You stuttered. He was way too close. And his whispered voice was nice to hear. He should do an asmr video.

"Will you come tonight?" He suddenly asked.

"Y-yeah I will." You stuttred he was still too close to you and you very much felt his hand gripping around your arm.

"That makes me happy, Y/N. Will you promise to use my ticket tonight my dear?"

"Ye-yeah, I can do that." He finally released his hold and brought his clawed hand to cover his grin.

"Oh yeah, before I forget, I have something for you." He tilted his head to the side. Rumaging through your pocket, you took out the clown pin. You handed him the pin. His clawed hand gently traced the button pin. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sad cat and the words inscribed on it. You were simply adorable, Pierrot felt his face blush.

"You can do whatever you want with it. You can even throw it out." He noticed your nervousness, your hand scratching your neck as you looked at the side. Pierrot gently grabbed your hand that was scratching your neck and brought it toward him. He softly placed the button pin in your hand.

"I want you to put this on me, my lady." Pierrot blush spreads through his mask. What an honour that you were courting him with another gift. You were full of suprises werent you? You were making it so difficult for him to contain himself, but that surely means you wanted him too just as much as he wanted you.

"You- you sure? Wouldn't this look weird?" His teeth are itching behind the mask.

"I insist my dear." He felt himself salivating knowing you were claiming him as yours. Your small hands gently pinned the button to one of his tassels in a careful manner. He couldn't help but admire your hands. They must be skilled with the amount of drawing and writing you do. He can imagine your hands in so many different scenarios.

Hand holding while he stroked his thumb against your knuckles. Your fingers stroking his mask. Softly kissing the back of your palm. Kissing your fingertips. His long tongue tracing every curve of your soft digits. Softly biting your fingers, leaving behind his teeth marks.

Your hand stroking his body!

Your small hands wrapping around his big aching co-

"What's with the tickets anyway?" His imagination got the best of him and he felt his face heating up. You really do make him get so riled up.

You were still waiting for his response but unfortunately, a customer came in with her son as he pointed excitedly at the clown. Pierrot had a teasing grin as his index finger pressed against his mouth. He was thankful for the impeccable timing the customer had.

You let out an irritated hmph noise. Frustrated that you couldn't get any answers out of him. God you were too cute for him.

Another customer barged in and arrogantly leaned against the counter. She tapped her acrylic nails against the counter while her eyes rolled.

"Hey, you, I need a coffee asap and no sugar, I don't have all day miss, so get going."

"I'll be with you." You calmly said. You weren't affected by the rude customer. You understand how people are grumpy in the morning, going to work, and you often have to take the beating. She was actually one of the better customers you deal with.

You quickly finished making Pierrot's milkshake and handed it to him.

"Here's your milkshake. I hope to see you tonight." Of course, the woman had to show her frustration by sighing out loud and checking her watch. You can hear heels clicking against the floor.

"Can you hurry up? I have a meeting in 20 minutes. And I can't afford to be late." The woman said in an irritated manner.

"I'll be with you in a sec." Pierrot handed you the money, and what is this? A chocolate bar!? Oh, how sweet of him. You couldn't help but smile at him.

"Thank you Pierrot. For the chocolate." He nods and waves good bye. You didn't notice that Pierrot was glaring at the woman. His golden eyes turned to slits eyeing her down. He will deal with her tonight.

Yes

Tonight

For his grand act.

As you were making the coffee, you couldn't help but think of Pierrot. What did you think of him? Was he weird? Cute? Or creepy?

You don't know. It was too soon to say what you thought of him. Besides, you only met him yesterday. But what you do know is that you like him and want him to be your..... boyfriend?

No, you don't even know what he looks like beneath the costume, and you don't really have any strong romantic feelings towards him. Not like you know what romantic feelings are like anyway. Maybe he could be your friend. Yeah, a friend is always nice to have.

But he will have to go soon. He is in a traveling circus after all. But thats your life. What little few freinds you made always leaves you.

You finished making the coffee and handed to the customer.

"Sorry for the wait." The woman snatched the drink from your hands and took a sip

"Ugh, this coffee is awful, as this service. I'm never coming back here, and I'll make sure to give it a one-star review." With that, she dropped the coffee on the counter where it tumbled and the brown liquid seeped from the cup, spreading. Guess you have to clean again.

The other customers that entered saw what happened but said nothing as you awkwardly tried to wipe the coffee off. You were too busy cleaning to notice golden eyes staring intently at you. Pierrot felt his claws sharpen and a low growl coming from his chest. The people walking past the cafe heard him and quickly moved out of the way.

A few hours went by, and time seemed to go on so slowly when you're working. You couldn't help but glance at the clock anytime you were bored; no customers were in, and it was just you all alone. You just wanted to go home. You rested your arms against the counter and lay your head on top.

The ringing of the bell was heard and you quickly lifted your head up.

"Oh! So this is where you work, dear one?" Oh it was that green clown with Pierrot.

"Hi, its you again." You lifted yourself off the counter. "So what did you want to order?"

"Of course Ill take an iced coffee."

"Coming right up." Harlequin smiled widely as he leaned over the counter. Eyeing as you made his coffee. He does have to admit that Pierrot has good taste. A small defenceless little creature that was easy picking.

He will surely have a lot of fun with her.

"Soooo...Are you finally gonna accept my ticket?" You turned your head over to look at him.

"Sorry, I promised your coworker that I'll use his."

"You sure? It'd be so much more fun if you used mine?"

"How so?" Harlequin presed his index finger agaisnt his jagged tooth smile.

"Its a secret."

"Booo." You said dissapointngly.

"If you really want to find out you have to use my ticket." He can see the curiosity in those eyes. You were sweet and naive.

"Do you normally hand out tickets?" You handed him the iced coffee.

"Only for special guests like yourself, and I have a little gift for you that I would love for you to wear." He leaned over the counter again.

"Here, let me put it on." His mask leans closely to your face as he put something on your shirt collar. He was too close for your liking but you bear it as his clawed gently tugged on the collar of your shirt as he put the pin in place. His clawed figer gently tapped it as he chuckled under his breath.

"I'm going to take you from him."

....Wait! What?

"Who?" You blurted out. Your eyes wide as you took a step back.

"You know my dear." He finally leaned back.

"Anyway, heres the payment." he placed the money in your hands.

"See you tonight my lady. Make sure you don't miss my show, alright" He took his coffee.

"Oh bye." You gave him a small wave as he left the cafe. This is weird? you thought.

Hours went by as the sky slowly turned into darkness.

"Your shift is just about over. I'll keep the shop open for another hour. Until we hire someone new. I'll have to cut back the hours a bit." Your boss came in with noticeable deep gashes on his arms. You couldn't help but stare at the scratch marks.

"What happen to your arm." You said bluntly.

"This? Oh, something scratched me out back. Pretty sure it was a huge cat or something." He said nonchalantly like his arm wasn't dripping from blood.

"Do we need to go to the hospital?" Your boss waved it off and let out a chuckle.

"Nah, it should heal on its own in a few days."

"We should at least stop the bleeding." You grabbed the first aid box and took out the bandage wraps.

"Alright just gimme your arm." The boss struckout his arm as you wrap the bandaage around the scrratch wounds.

"Those scratches look way to big for a cat."

"It could've been anything, kiddo. It was too dark to see at night. But I do want you to be careful when going home tonight." You finally finished bandaging his arm.

"Sorry its not perfect."

"No no your fine, thanks for that Y/n."

"Oh no problem."

"Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"I'm actually gonna head home and then see the circus."

"Sounds fun. Tell me how it was later, maybe I'll check it out sometime."

"Will do, bye Boss and have a goodnight."

Quickly heading home you took off your apron and slumped against your office chair. You were exhausted but you need to get ready for the circus. No time for rest unfortunatly. Now what to wear?

Rummaging through your closet, you found your short skirt with decorative chains. The skirt was mostly black with one piece of fabric having red plaid on it. You wanted to wear this with your fish stockings and fishnet gloves, along with a black shirt. But..

Would people look at you weirdly....

No, you can't wear it. It's cold anyway outside, and a small skirt won't keep you warm. You can't wear them. Instead, you wore a black sweater over your work shirt. It was very simple and plain.

Much like you.

Maybe you can decorate your hair. Looking through your vanity and the various clips and bobby pins you owned, you found a white bow.

You look childish wearing that bow. That bow is only for kids, your mom would tell you. Looking at the bow for a few more seconds before deciding to pull your hair back and put the bow in place.

Looking at the mirror, you weren't really happy with your look but you do look cute with the bow. It'll have to do.

Arriving at the circus, you were in awe and scared of how many people gathered here. You couldn't help but scratch your neck, seeing how many people were here. You made sure that you had everything on you, especially the red ticket that is clutched in one of your hands. Thankfully, the line wasn't too long, and you reached a clown dressed in navy blue.

"Hello there, visitor! May I punch your ticket?" Something about him was familiar.

"Yeah here it is." You handed the Blue gentleman the red ticket and he looked at it for a few seconds before clipping it with a hole puncher.

"A Special ticket! Be sure to keep it safe, alright? You'll need to show it at the attractions." He said

"What's a special ticket?" You tilted your head slightly.

"Hm? You've got front row seats."

"Oh, cool." You stared at the red ticket before blurting out.

"Have we meet before?" the man paused to look at you.

"No I believe this is our first time meeting."

"Oh sorry, you just seem familiar." You quickly went inside the circus but you didn't see the way the Ticket Taker's eyes glowed looking at you.

Looking around the circus you see that a lot of people had golden tickets and a few black ones. But no pinks or red, even green. So the pink ticket was fraud but Harelquin asked about the pink ticket. You don't know.

Checking all the tents, it seems like you were too late for the shows and Pierrot hasn't started his show yet. But it looks like you were just in time for the act in the green tent to start. Entering, you showed the clown actors dressed in pink your ticket, and one of them guided you to the front row seat.

Sitting down, Harlequin came out from the curtains and greeted the audience.

"Good evening, my dear monsters, Please enjoy my show." He bowed down and you felt his green hues staring at you. You felt shy as you subtly averted your gaze and shuffled in your seat.

The show started as he did a story with shadow puppets. It was a story of how 7 monsters were trapped and starved by man's own greed. The man offered them food if they performed in front of crowds. But his greed has grown as he took away their food in order for the monsters not to rebel against him. And it gotten so bad to the point where one weak monster had to be the sacrifice for them to overcome the evil man and be set free.

Throughout the show, you felt kinda distressed. You heard the one being sacrificed screaming and begging.

"PLEASE HELP ME I DO NOT WANT TO DIE!"

"Our little miracle."

"Our sacrifice."

The end of the story wasn't really satisfying as the monsters killed the greedy man and became human. Wearing masks and travelling around in their new home happily. Just as the angel wished.

Did she really wish that?

And with that, everyone began to applaud the performance and slowly made their way out. You got up and were about to leave until someone grabbed your arm.

"I was hoping to see you my dear." Harlequin slowly dragged you away from the rest of the audience as they all exit the tent. Leaving you alone with him.

"I'm glad you came to see my show. I was hoping you'd be watching." He said in his flirty tone.

"Yes, I liked the performance, the story was mmm." You fiddled with the hem of your sweater and Harlequin took notice. How cutely you fidget.

"What about the story my lady?" He leaned closely towards you.

"I- I'm not sure, it felt.. Off and kinda sad." He tilted his head to the side.

"It is an old story from the circus. Its tradition to tell it on certain nights. You sympathize with the angel?" You nodded.

"It was sad that she had to sacrificed. Did she even wanted to be sacrifice?" His grin twicthed.

"Why of course, she wanted to save her family it was the only way to do so. And I see you are wearing my gift." He quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, yeah I am." You forgot about the green pin he put on you.

"That makes me so excited." His face leaned very close to yours.

"It looks good on you. Almost ...too intimate." He whispered.

"Did you like it? Or are you trying to tease me?" You open and close your mouth. You didn't really know what he was saying.

"I like it, it's cute." His grin turned even sharper.

"Of course you like small little trinklets like that, don't you? You're cute, too. Mmm. You didn't think I saw how you tugged at the sleeves of your sweater during the story." His face leaned in close to your ear. "And you're wearing such a lovely bow." He gently tugs on your hair."

"Did you wear that for me?" You got uncomfortable and tried to keep your distance, but he wouldn't leave your personal bubble. You walked back til your back hit the cloth of the tent

"You know I love seeing my green mark so close to your skin. Like a quiet, forbidden kiss. The bow makes you even more precious, my dear." He leanes in more placeing his hands against the tent wall leaving you caged between him.

"Running away? Scared or.. Secretly enjoying this?"

"Your way to close to me." He thankfully backed away but still had that wicked smile

"Oh, don't take me so seriously, darling... I was only... performing."

"Oh, you should've said so." You were too naive. Perfect prey for him. How were you not devoured already?

"How about an apology?" He brought out a candy apple handing it out to you.

"What do you say?" He gently shakes the candy apple.

"A candy apple?" That apple looks so good right now. You haven't eaten anything the whole entire day. Skipping breakfast, and you forgot to prepare lunch.

"Yes we call it a Love apple or Maca o amor. But don't get the wrong idea. Its still just an apple." You slowly reached for the apple until a throwing knife struck the apple. A tall shadow with glowing eyes had knives in his hands as he glared down the green clown. Harlequin grimaces. You were speechless not knowing what just happen.

"Hah, always so dramatic." Harlequin said quietly to himself.

"Is that part of the performance?" You nervously asked.

"Why yes." he toosed the candy apple away to your dissapointment.

"No need to worry dear one. Looks like I have to delay my gift to you."

"Ok, I should go. Bye Harlequin." You gave him a small wave.

"Have fun dear one. Who knows maybe I'll see you around."

Leaving the tent, you were craving food. You didn't eat all day, and that candy apple looked so tantalizingly good. Ugh, why did they have to throw a knife at a perfectly good candy apple? Going to the food court, there were many options.

Popcorn, Sweet popcorn, a candy apple and a hot dog. After a long time of deciding, you finally choose....

A lot of people stared at you. Not because of the bow in your hair, but the godly amount of food you just bought. Your hungry ass bought one of everything. You hated the way people stared at you as you were munching on your popcorn. Why couldn't they just mind their own business?

"Well well well look who I found siting by herself." You glared at him with your cheeks stuffed with popcorn. Harlequin couldn't help but chuckle. You look like a little angry chipmunk.

"I didn't realize how much of a gluten you were my dear. You did look so depressed when I threw that candy apple away." You continue to glare at him.

"What do you want?" Ah, you were a moody little thing. Being so defensive. It was cute, really. He gets to see another side of you.

"I came to see you, my dear. I did say I'll see you around." He sat down beside you. His elbow propped on the table as he lay his head on his hand.

"Are you even going to share?" You smacked his clawed hand that threatened to touch your popcorn.

"Get your own food!" You hissed at him.

"So feisty, tell me can you actually eat everything on this table?" You scowled.

"No." He chuckled at your blunt answer.

"Then why did you buy so many?"

"Because I hate myself and I forgot to eat the whole day." You cringed at yourself. You wasted so much money on overly expensive circus food.

"You need to take better care of yourself, my dear. It's not good if you starve yourself like that, my lady." You looked down sadly. He gently took a lock of your hair and pushed it behind your ear.

"You know I can take you somewhere else. Where no prying eyes will see and I can show what goes on behind close curtains."

"Uh, I want to go see Pierrot's show first. Maybe we can hang out afterwards. But don't be weird about it."

"Heh, so you're accepting my invitation?" His smirk continued to decorate his face

"Too hangout, yeah, but don't be so close to my personal space."

"Why? Does your heart flutter when I get too close to you? When you're scared or perhaps waiting in anticipation?" His face was too close to yours for your liking. You didn't like how he studied you. You gently pushed him away.

"No, you're too close, and it's uncomfortable. So please stop it." Harlequin looked down at your hand that was pushing against his chest. He looked confused, and his smirk fell. You got up and dusted the crumbs off your sweater and pants. Before heading towards the red tent, you took the untouched cotton candy and handed it to Harlequin.

"You wanted this, right?" He even looked more confused. His green eyes went wide. For the first time, the predator was caught off guard.

"You wanted my food, right? Well, I'm sharing with you my cotton candy. And don't worry, I haven't eaten it." His confused face quickly left and replaced with his iconic grin.

"What a kind offer from you my lady. You have my thanks."

You left him alone, and Harlequin stared at the cotton candy. He never liked sweets, but it was the first time someone offered him a treat. A human no less. He stared long and hard at the cotton candy before consuming a small piece.

It was disgustingly sweet.

You entered the huge red tent where everyone was taking their seats. Again however the perfomers wearing pink saw your red ticket and guided you to front row seats. The spotlight turned on and you saw Pierrot bowing down towards the crowd as his perfomance started. The music was eerie as he moves in a strange hypnotic way. His smile seemed more sharp and sinister as he continued to dance. It looks like he was dancing with his shadow as it moves the other way. You were hooked on this performance. He was really diffrent on stage then when handing out flyers orinteracting with you.

The lights dimmed and came back on as a stage assistant suddenly appeared. She was wearing a bun and a pink dress. Her face was covered by a mask. She was strapped to the wooden board. Her wrists were bound as you saw her trying to move her arms. Suddenly, knives appeared in Pierrot's hand.

It was a blur as the knife hit the board beside the assistant's head. People cheered as some hollered for him to hit her. The noise was getting louder as another dagger landed on the board uncomfortably close to her body. Your breathing started to get uneven as the noise grew. You had to cover your ears.

One more knife went and struck her forehead. The assistant's body slumped, and half of the mask tore away, showing half her face. You didn't have time to register the face of that woman or recognize her as the rude woman in the cafe you served hours prior. You quickly ran out of the tent as colours blurred and your pressing your palms agaisnt your ears. Your knees buckled as you tried to slow down your breathing and look at the grass beneath you.

1 in. You took a deep breath in and out.

2 taking a deep breath and exhale.

3 Take a deep breath and exhale.

You need to find something distract yourself.

Theres 1, 2, 3.,4,5,6 red stripes on the tent.

1, 2 3, 4 , 5 ,6 7. black stripes on that tent.

You felt something hard land on your shoulder that made you flinched. Pieerot looked over you in concern. His mouth turned into a frown seeing you in this distress.

"H-hi, you-your performance was great.. Its just just too loud in there." You tried to breathe out. Pierrrot gently removed your hands that covered your ears.

"I_i m sorry I couldn't see the rest." You stuttered out an apology.

"Its alright my dear, I just want you to be safe with me."

His words didn't register as you eyed one of his bells that dangled from the tassel. You slowly reached for the bell, and he let you. You played it in your hand as it jingles. Felling the smooth golden ball in your hand as you traced the shape on your fingers. Pierrot's hands gently wrapped around your arms, making sure you were ok.

After a while, you calmed down and stopped playing with the bell. Pierrot saw your eyes weren't wide or distressed but now calmed. He pulled you closer to hug you.

"Are you alright now, my dear?" He whispered. His clawed hands gently rub your back.

"Im ok." You quietly said "Thank you."

He slowly lets go of you as you both got up. Pierrot slowly taking you in. You looked adorable with that white bow in your hair along with the black sweater. But what's this? He leaned in close glaring at the green heart pin on your collar. He impatiently tapped the pin that dares to ruined you.

"Oh yeah, Harelquin gave me a pin." He grips the collar as he suddenly clips on a star pin.

"Oh thank you. You are very sweet you know." He felt himself blush and he let out a lazy smile with golden hearts in his eyes.

"Would you like me to show you the rest of the circus?" He whispered. You nodded your head.

"Yeah I would like to hang out with you and Harlequin." Hearing Harlequins name he cringed and scowled.

"No not him." He said as his long fingers intertwined with your small hand. Leading around the circus.

There were a few games going on. You dragged Pierrot to the milk bottle game where you knock out the bottles to win a prize.

"I'll get you this big plush duck over there." You pointed at the grand prize. Pieerot smiled and nodded. Well, you didn't exactly won but they gave you a small stuffed cat.

"I didn't win the grand prize, but I have this cat for you instead."

Pierrot was happy getting the stuffed cat from you. Seeing him smile, your heart started to feel weird. You were feeling a sense of euphoria?

This feeling is way too intense. Is this what love feels like? This is too much! Too much!

Make it stop!

You clucthed your sweater where your heart should be. Something feels wrong. Pieerot looks at you with concern.

"My-my heart feels strange." He leans in way too close.

"I feel dizzy. something is wrong with me."

You collapsed as Pierrot catches you. He holds your unconscious body close to his chest.

"What? Oh, I see now." He says too himself as he pulled you snug agaisnt his chest. "Its all right Y/N I am here to take care of you."

He started carrying your uncinious body towards his red tent.

"Oh, my dear. You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Ah... but not nearly as much as i have. It feels so unbelievably good to hold you like this. Finally mine! The warmth of your skin. The scent of your flesh. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now. The way your breath falters.. how your body yields even in unconsciousness." Pierrot's eyes glowed obssesivly.

"It's cruel of you, you know?"

"To be so delici-"

"Lovely! So... delicate. And to leave me here, on the edge of losing control."

"I have so many thoughts, my lady. So many desires. My hands ache to explore every inch of you. My teeth itch at the thought of marking you. Claiming you as mine. But no. Not yet."

"That wouldn't be any fun, would it? You need to see. To feel. To... choose. Choose me!"

"Even though I'm completely obsessed with you right now. I'll wait. For when you wake up...

I want your eyes on mine!"

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DBD

Beneath The Daylight (Beneath the Trees Where Nobody Sees x DBD)

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Undertale

Yumetale (Yume Nikki x Undertale)

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Masterlists

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DBD

༘˚⋆ᡣ𐭩 🍕 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ FNAF༘˚⋆ᡣ𐭩 🍕 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

꧁⋆𖦹🎭🎪 𖦹𐬺꧂The Freak Circus꧁⋆𖦹🎭🎪 𖦹𐬺꧂

Undertale

[story-blurbs]

The Freak Circus X ALT Female Reader

Chapter 2

Chapters: 1, 3, 4, 5

MDNI 18+

It was another day of handing out flyers to promote the circus, and in the evening, I gave my performance in the red tent. It was the same routine where ever we go, no matter the location. The only difference is that we stay longer in small towns than in the big cities. The town we are temporarily staying in is quite poor. Many cracks on windows and buildings. There wasn't anything breathtaking about this town.

But we still have a work to do. Jester assigned me to hand out flyers again. Not a job I particularly liked but it had to be done. While I was almost done handing out flyers. I kept thinking of making the new recipe I found.

SMACK

Pain erupted from my cheek as I collapsed to the ground as someone punched me. He swore and kicked me. I wish he wouldn't draw any attention. I just have to wait it out like always. I heard the other humans whisper as they flocked around.

"He's so freaky looking."

"Look at how tall he is."

"Maybe he deserves a beating."

Why did I have to get distracted again? If I made one wrong move then they will hunt down the circus. It how it always is. I hope he gets tired. Maybe if he hits me more, laughs at me, and watched me bleed then he will get bored and move on.

It's always the same over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

When will this end?

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?"

A small human came in front of me and spread their arms.

Defending me?

They were so small and fragile, but they defended me?

"He 's just trying to do his job, trying to get by like we all are, so don't put your frustrations out on him."

I couldn't help but think of Jester's words describing humans.

"Pierrot, humans don't love. They aren't kind. They're monsters who crave blood and take pleasure in hurting each other. They enjoy pain. That's why our circus works. They are dangerous; humans don't have claws, but they outnumber us."

How more wrong he could've been. This small human was protecting me from their own kind no less.

The small human shifted their stance as I saw them taking out a sharp metal blade from their purse. Defending themselves from that angry human. They were trembling, they were scared as I smelled their fear.

The crowd thankfully dispersed but I heard the names they called my angel.

"She pulled a knife on him!"

"Crazy bitch."

My saviour finally turned their head, and I saw their face. Ah, how adorable. She looks just like a porcelain doll with her messy h/c hair framing her face. Her eyes were concerning with tiredness and no twinkle in them. But wasn't she a breathtaking creature?

"You alright?" Oh, her voice was soft too. But it all ended to soon as her phone let out a ding and she ran off.

It wasn't hard to find her. I made sure to remember her scent, and there she was. Busy as a bee in that little cafe. Oh, how my heart aches for her. When was the last time I felt like this?

Decades?

Centuries?

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I occasionally checked on my little lady to see what she was doing. By now, I almost know everything about her. The way her eyes divert, not looking at any customer in the eye. How she wrung her hands nervously. How her brows furrowed as she was thinking. Her small smile was trying to be polite to the customers. I couldn't help but be enamoured by her little quirks.

I notice the way she looked up at the windows like she saw a ghost. Little paranoid thing. She was a little prey animal after all. It makes sense for her to be weary with her surroundings as she carried the small knife that defended me. Unfortunately, I couldn't stare at her all day. I still have to do my work lest Jester gets involved. And I hope Halequin doesn't notice her.

I did the usual of handing out flyers, and I went back to the circus on my break. The other members would be suspicious if I didn't come back on my break. I baked the new recipe, which was called coffee cookies, but my mind kept drifting to my little angel. Oh, how my heart is aching to see her right now. Something smelled smoky?

Well, I hope they are alright with burnt cookies. And I quickly took off to look at my pretty little angel.

It is dark by now. I hope I'm not too late. I didn't really care about the blood spilling from my head, as all I could think of was her.

Y/N

The cafe wasn't closed, but my little lady looked shaken, holding a small knife in her hand. But once she saw me, I felt her relax. She looked drained, as she could no longer pin her smile, but I know she was eyeing me. It was the first time she saw my full hieght and I was very aware of how tall I was, but how small she is for an adult. Heh, like a kitten. I saw her letting out a sigh as she put the knife away and grabbed a towel. She slowly approached me as she waved me down.

Oh, and she wanted to clean my injury? Of course, I'll lean down and feel your skin against mine. Her hands were much colder than I anticpated but she was gentle with wiping the blood away. Even bandaging my face.

Such a sweet thing you are.

"Do you need anything?" Oh, to hear her speak sends a rush down to my heart. Oh, and how blunt you are, my sweet. I gave my lady the handmade flower I personally made. How she blushed, cutly realizing I was giving her a gift. Her quiet thanks, and Oh? She's wearing my flower!!

How utterly adorable!

I can't wait to sink my teeth and make you mine!

Oh, and she even gave me a free pastry. She is the sweetest human I've ever met.

"Thank you." I finally spoke to her. She looks shocked by my voice.

"Why is your voice so deep?"

I really want to sink my teeth into your soft skin

My clawed fingers gently touched your chin as i tilted her head up. How good she looks flushed like that.

"S-sorry." She stuttered cutly.

I want her to be a flushed mess after I claim her

"Dont apologize my lady, you've been very kind to me and for that I'm forever grateful. I have another gift for you, my lady. A small token of appreciation." I brought out a red ticket just for her.

"Oh, thank you, but I already got a ticket."

WHAT??

So they chose her to be the next doll. How clever of Ticket Taker. But that won't do. I took her ticket and replaced it with my own. I'll make sure she won't become a doll. And again I see her lost in thought. I gently tapped her cheek, and her cute e/c eyes stared back at me.

"You will come tomorrow, won't you, my dear Y/N?" Aw, she looks surprised and makes a cute demand on how I know her name. Such a silly thing you are. I tapped her name tag. It was convenient that she had that on.

"W-well, it's not fair that you know my name." She placed her hands on her hips and gave me a small glare.

"You need to tell me your name as well, Mr. Clown." So she has a little bite to her. Bratty little thing.

I want her teeth to sink into my skin, showing everyone she is MINE

"I am the Pierrot, my lady." I took her soft hand and placed a kiss on it. How cute when you fidget with your fingers. You were not used to receiving such affetion arent you?

My lady

Naturally, I have to follow you home. You were weak, and I'm afraid the small knife you have won't be enough for any predator that wishes to devour you. But worry not. I'll protect you like how you protected me. I'll be your knight. In the shadows, I'll watch and protect you.

I know you're scared, my lady. You used music as a distraction and as an escape. The way you grip your purse and fidget with the straps. Your head occasionally turns back to make sure no one is there.

I saw your head perk up as a cat approached you. Heh, a cute nickname for a cat. McChicken. I wonder if you would give me a affectioned nickname? And you introduce me to your little feline friend? Would you? I couldn't help but be envious of that cat. How lucky for them to have my lady's hand all over their fur.

Caresse my skin with yours. I'll make sure your skin is flushed and marked by the end of it

My lady came home safely. Once you were tucked in bed and your breathing slowed, I made my move. Slowly entering from the balcony door, I approached your sleeping form. You're even more adorable the more I learned about you. Stuffed animals littered your room, and listening to soft music to help you sleep.

"Ah, my lady, Y/N.. You are even more beautiful in your sleep." I crawled on her bed.

"So fragile... So defenceless.... You do not even know me... But I know everything about you. Every step you take, your routines, your preferences... Even the way your brow furrows when you are confused... or afraid."

My face is hovering over hers.

"Ah... utterly adorable. I knew the moment I saw you...today. It was just a glance... but something inside me ignited, and now... There is no turning back. There is nowhere left to run. I needed to see you with my own eyes... To be certain that you were real. And you are."

I felt your soft breathing against my lips.

"You must be mine. You will be mine."

My lips finally pressed against hers. Oh, how soft and warm her lips were. I could kiss and worship for hours. I saw you stirring, and how unfortunate that you were a light sleeper. I would've kept kissing you until the sun rose.

I have to take my chance to learn as much as I can about you. Your room was disorganized with notebooks and binders stacked on one side of the room. You liked to draw, but it looks like you lost your spark. Only a few pages filled with unfinished drawings and scribbles.

There was one journal you kept on your desk. I read through it, every thought and desire you messily wrote down. All your sorrows and broken dreams you couldn't achieve. Aw, my precious girl, you wanted to be loved but struggled to find anyone. I'll be your special someone. I'll provide you with what no one else did.

I flipped through the pages till I reached the most recent entry you wrote down.

Today wasn't too bad for once. I helped one guy who was dressed as a clown, and he has been very sweet to me. One of the customers offered me a ticket to the circus. I don't have a clue why, even when I found out it was a fraud ticket. Am I that easily fooled? I shouldn't trust strangers so easily, but I can't help it. I don't know what goes on in their head or why they approached me so warmly.

It should've messed me up, but surprisingly, I didn't feel down, which is rare. The clown guy I helped came back and gave me a flower and a ticket. I felt special, maybe he likes me?

I think he only gave me the ticket and the flower because of gratitude, which I appreciate. But I have no one to bring to the circus. It would be more fun to have someone with me. I'll just be alone again like always.

I should get used to being alone. I have been for the majority of my life. But it hurts. I wish I couldn't feel anything

I hope tomorrow will be fine. I hope to see Peerow again and that he will be there.

Oh my sweet girl. Your just like a broken porclein doll. But don't worry. Ill make sure your never alone again.

I'll fix you.....

MY LADY

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Notes

I dont know if I chracterized Pierrot in this chapter correctly , but I wanted to portray his day and how he observes us in his point of view. I hope its not cringe and that its accurate to his charcter and if there are im sorry.

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The Freak Circus x ALT Female Reader

Chapter 1

Chapters: 2, 3, 4, 5

Warning MDNI 18+, Depressive

Life has always been rough. Every day feels like a battle to survive and not to give in, throwing yourself off the roof. Nothing you did was enjoyable; it felt too much of a chore, and you felt exhausted before even wanting to start your projects. You were also lonely, very lonely. Since you moved, the few friends you had were back to zero, except for one online friend. You had no one but yourself. Connecting with others was very difficult for you, as you did not know the silent rules for social cues.

Being a lone woman in this town is very dangerous. Who knows when a predator decides to have their eye on you? You were easy picking, as none would notice if you disappeared. Well, except for work, but your boss would be pissed, and you were easily disposable. You thought living alone in town would be scarier, but it became even more dangerous when the news reported that a woman had gone missing. Of course, they did speculate that the woman ran off with her lover, but nothing was for certain.

Walking to work was nothing new as you listened to your music from your headphones. You really loved music, all kinds, to ambience to video game OSTs. Music really helps calm your nerves, and it helps you get lost in a fantasy world that you will never be a part of.

While walking to work, you noticed how many flyers have been taped to the brick walls and glass windows. All the advertising about the travelling circus that came a few days ago. You never seen such advertising before. You've seen less advertising of someones' missing cat than the amount of flyers flying on the road and taped on lamp posts.

The circus must be something, as you saw a bunch of performers in costumes handing out flyers. The clown designs were beautiful, detailed with the ruffles, lace and face paint on their porcelain masks. You were a bit jealous that they were able to wear such costumes out in public. You had clothes that had ruffles, frills and bows. Everything alternative was hidden away in your closet.

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Some loud yelling was heard, and a crowd started to form. Being curious, you approached the crowd. You were always curious, and it sometimes led you to trouble. Shuffling forward to get a closer look, you saw that one of the circus performers was on the ground while an angry guy was shouting profanities at the actor. The performer didn't try to defend himself it's like he has already given up. What frustrates you the most is that no one was stepping in to help the poor performer. Why wasn't anyone helping?

Your mom always told you to never intervene when people were fighting, or you would become the victim yourself. She wasnt wrong with the analysis, as you were deemed shorter than the average person and a young girl. You would be an easy punching bag or worse if they had other intentions for your female anatomy. It was just safer to ignore it and move on. It's what you should have.

"Oi, what do you think you're doing?"

You stepped in front of the violent man before you, spreading your arms to protect the poor performer. You didn't know why you did it. Maybe it was empathy from your own job, as people can be relentless. Maybe the anger that anyone more capable of protecting him could have intervened instead of a weakling like you. You didn't know why, but now you put yourself in a dangerous situation.

"He's just trying to do his job, trying to get by like we all are, so don't put your frustrations out on him."

"He and this damn circus are the reason why people in this town are going missing! We never had anyone missing till these fucking freaks showed up!" The man shouted in a aggrevated tone.

"You're going way too far, man." The crowd started speaking out, finally. But the man was still agitated and came closer towards you with his fist clenched. He came far too close for your liking. You always carried a weapon since you started living alone. You always carried it to work, making sure you were always protected.

You pulled out your switchblade, pointing that sharp end towards him.

"Step back." You said cooly. Your body trembled as you tried to keep your voice steady.

The man quickly back up so did the rest of the crowd. The crowd quickly dispersed as they didnt want to witness any bloodshed. They murmured out loud for you to hear.

"She pulled a knife on him!"'

"She's crazy."

"This is getting out of hand."

"Crazy bitch" the man said before leaving.

You took a shaky exhale as you slowly put the knife away. You turned your head to get a good look at the circus performer. He looks rough as the left side of his mask was marked in red. The guy most likely punched him.

"You alright?" You quietly said. His yellow eyes meet your dull e/c just for a sec before your phone dinged. Crap, you were almost late. Quickly running off and leaving the stunned clown sitting on the pavement. You wouldnt know, but he was staring intently at you with hearts in his eyes.

Work was terrible. Your coworker did a no-show, and it was just you and your boss trying to handle all the orders in the tiny cafe. You must be very tired because every once in a while, you would see a shadow lingering by the windows. It was most likely the circus actors putting flyers on the windows. Of course, you have to hear your boss complain about the flyers and make you go pick them up.

One customer came in with a nice blue suit and his black hair combed back. He was handsome, and you had a pleasant conversation with him, giving him a small smile. He even offers to take the stacks of flyers from you. How kind of him.

"Do you like the circus?" He asked suddenly. You took a moment to pause. You have been to amusement parks before, but are they the same?

"Are amusement parks the same as circuses?" It was a proabably a dumb question in hindsight, but you truly have no idea. The man let out a small chuckle.

"Amusement parks have rides like roller coasters. A circus, however, tells stories and has grand acts to wow the audience. Acts like aerial dances, juggling, and knife throwing."

"Oh, I don't think I ever been in one."

The man stretched his lips into a smile.

"How about I give you a ticket and enjoy what the circus has to offer?"

Your eyes widened, and your mouth parted.

"No, no its your ticket, you shouldn't waste it." You quickly responded as you waved your hands.

"No, I insist, I've been to that circus plenty of times, and I know you would put that ticket to good use." He offered the pink ticket that is within your grasp.

"I'd rather not, its not my place."

"I insist, my dear. I can see the tiredness in your eyes. You really need a break from life's woes."

You couldn't hide your face as shock spread across it. Was it that obvious with the dark circles under your eyes?

"Please, my dear, I'm sure you would enjoy it." You hesitantly take the ticket and give a shy thanks.

"Ah, I forgot to ask, but you are of age, right?" The suited man suddenly asked.

"P-pardon?"

"Sorry, I know this is a instriusive question, but the circus is for those 18 and over and you look a little young."

"Oh don't worry, I do look younger than what my age is supposed to be, but I am over 18. Why is the circus 18 plus?" You nervously fidget with the ticket. Careasing it and rubbing it against your fingers.

"It's nothing too graphic, just some blood and horror that isn't suitable for children." He plainly said.

"Oh, ok, thank you again for the ticket. I really appreciate it." The gentleman got up, taking his leave.

"Of course..." Before leaving, he turned his head back to get one final look at you. You nervously shuffled as he finally left the cafe.

The day went by in a blur as all you could think of was that handsome man. Was he asking you out? Why else would he give you a free ticket? You felt a small crush start to form towards the stranger as he gave up his ticket for you. You gingerly rubbed it and admired the artwork on the ticket. It must have been expensive to buy such a ticket.

Your day went on. It wasnt too bad, and the boss even had you closed down early due to the recent disappearance. You slowly closed down as you dried the glass cups with the towel. You were lost in your daydreams. Thinking about tomorrow and excited to see all the grand acts. And hopefully the man in the suit will be there as well.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the bell rang. Your head perked up, but you saw no one enter. The lights then flickered off. You took a steady breath as paranoia started to kick in. You called out your boss, but there was nothing but silence. You started to let out a soft hum, trying to distract yourself from the eerie silence.

You quickly grabbed the knife as you tried your best to navigate yourself to find the light switch. Opening the breaker, you reset it, and the lights came on. You let out a sigh of relief. Too many things were happening today. The bell rang again, as you forgot to put the closed sign in front of the cafe.

"Sorry, we are closed.... oh its you." The clown you tried to protect early is now here. You didn't give him your customer-friendly smile. Instead, you looked even more dead with your lips in a frown. You weren't actually frowning; it was just your resting face, and today has already been so busy that it left you drained.

Eyeing the clown, You couldnt help but notice how tall he was. He was so big it was a wonder how he got punched in the first place. You took in the details of his costume. His outfit was adorned with simple patterns and stars on his jester-like hat. He was wearing such a pretty costume. But you noticed that the top of his mask, blood was pouring from his head.

People can be so cruel.

You let out a sigh as you put the knife down. You quickly grabbed a wet towel and went to the other side of the counter, where he was. He kept looking at you the entire time. His figure intimidated you as he looked down at you. You brought your hand forward in a little beckon motion, the clown thankfully understood and leaned down, bringing his masked face very close to you as you started to gingerly wipe the blood from his head.

You had to wash the rag a few times before all the blood drained out. The clown was looking at you with a dazed look, his mask covered in bandages and a pink blush on his mask. He was so happy to be pampered; his mask conveyed a toothy grin while your back was turned, trying to wash the remaining blood off the cloth.

After you were done, you turned towards him.

"Do you need anything?" The clown tilted his head to the side, a silent way of asking 'what do you mean?'

"Do you want a drink or a pastry?" The clown quickly shook his head and waved his arms. His bells jingled from that motion.

"Then why are you here?" You were very blunt. If he didn't want to order anything, then why come to a cafe so late?

The clown pointed at you before pulling out a beautiful red flower. You were stunned for a good few seconds.

"For me?" You pointed at yourself. The clown nodded.

You felt your cheeks heating up as you meekly took the flower from his clawed gloves.

"Thank you." You quietly said as you looked at the flower. It felt like paper, and the petals were wet from the red paint. You didn't know where to put the flower, so you placed it behind your ear.

"How'd I look?" You gave the red clown a teasing smile as his mask went blank, with a very dark blush covering it. He suddenly quickly nodded with great speed. You let out a soft giggle as you slide the glass door that had all the desserts, take one eclair and place it in a paper bag.

"It's on the house." You handed the clown the bag. He looked shocked at this form of kindness. His gloved hands gently took the bag from your small, dainty hands. His clawed fingers gently brushed against yours before they suddenly vanished.

"Thank you." He suddenly said

You were surprised. It was the first time he said something. And oh wow, his voice is deep.

"Why is your voice so deep?" You suddenly blurted out with no filter. You quickly regret it as your face heated up in embarrassment.

"S-sorry." You looked down at the counter, shame consuming you. You felt clawed fingers under your chin as it tilted your head up, staring up at the clown.

"Don't apologize, my lady, you've been very kind to me, and for that I'm forever grateful." His eyes slightly squinted at you.

"I have another gift for you, my lady. A small token of appreciation." He took out a red ticket and handed towards you.

"Oh, thank you, but I already got a ticket." The clown tilted his head to the side.

"May I see that ticket?" You handed him the pink ticket that you were given earlier. He holds the ticket in front of you before swiping his hand across it, turning the pink ticket into a dark red one. You were in awe of that magic trick and started applauding. He took a bow before placing the red ticket in your hands.

"What happened to the pink ticket?" You asked.

"Ah, my lady, the pink ticket was incorrect; you wouldn't be allowed to enter the circus. So please take mine instead." You stared at him.

"What. It was a fake?"

"Yes, my lady, a counterfeit. Please do not accept tickets from strangers. I would not want you to encounter trouble at the entrance." The red clown explained.

"O-oh, thanks." Why did that handsome guy in the blue suit give you the ticket? To make fun of you? You weren't sure.

You felt a sudden touch as the clown gently tapped his finger against your cheek.

"You will come tomorrow wont you, my dear Y/N?" You were taken aback. You don't remember giving him your name.

"How'd you know my name?" The clown then gently tapped your name tag that was attached to your work shirt. You blushed as you let out a silent 'oh'. Of course, he knew your name; it was on your name tag.

"W-well, it's not fair that you know my name." You put your hands on your hips.

"You need to tell me your name as well, Mr. Clown." His eyes squinted again, and his sharp-tooth grin stretched even more as once again he took a dramatic bow.

"I am the Pierrot, my lady." He gently grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss with his mask. Your face erupted in red. No one has ever done this to you, and you couldn't help it that your heart fluttered a little.

"W-well, Pierrot, it was nice meeting you, but I have to close down the cafe. But I'll see you tomorrow at the circus." You wrung your hands together in a nervous manner.

"I hope to see you then. Have a goodnight my lady." Pierrot left the cafe as you waved him goodbye.

You would've loved walking during night time. Something about the absence of anyone on the streets made it eerie but comforting. Putting on your headphones, you listened to some Silent Hill music while walking home. The walk feels different. However, it felt uneasy, but there was no one there.

A soft meow has interrupted your thoughts. A familiar void-like creature has approached you and started purring and rubbing itself against your legs.

"McChicken!" You cried out as you started petting the black cat. McChicken was your only friend in this town. You don't know if they already have a owner or if they are a stray. Either way, you unfortunately can't take them home due to your landlord's strict rules. You just feed them whenever you have the chance. The cat was one of the main reasons why you kept going. Why you have to keep breathing. The cat has helped you a lot during your worst days.

While giving McChicken heavy pets, something squirmed in your gut that felt worse.

Something was off.

Coming home, you kicked your shoes off and unbuttoned your work uniform. Today, for once, you felt happy. You were actually looking forward to tomorrow. But anything can go wrong. You can lose the ticket, or Pierrot shuns you for whatever reason. Maybe he gives a flower to anyone and is nice in general. You made that mistake with a coworker in your last job. You thought that he was nice and talkative only to you, but no, he was like that with everyone.

It took a month for your heart to calm down and stop crushing on him. But how painful that was. You don't want that pain, but it wouldn't matter anyway. It's either the loneliness or the unrequited crush. Besides, who would want you anyway?

No one loves you.

It's what you convinced yourself even though deep down its not true.

After putting on your pjs you started going through the web and searched for clowns and circuses. Turns out Pierrot is the name of the clown dressed in white and depicted as a sad clown often courting the Columbine. But in the end, she chooses the Harlequin.

After reading, you decided to read your unfinished manga and webtoons while playing music.

While reading, an idea popped in your head. You remember you had a pin in your little knick knack box you want to give to Pierrot the next time you see him. If he was there, of course. After rummaging through your box, you finally found it.

It was a funny button pin that had the image of a sad cat wearing a clown costume, and there was a quote saying, 'God gives his hardest battles to his silliest clowns.'

You loved that button, but you found a suitable owner for it. Going to bed, you placed the flower Pierrot gave you on your nightstand. Cuddling your stuffies as you played Yume Shikki sleep mix, you started to fall asleep.

Little did you know that a tall shadow overlooms your balcony window as his yellow eyes pierced your sleeping form.

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Maid outfit

MDNI 18+ NSFW

Michael was excited today. He made sure to make his room as filthy as possible. Leaving candy wrappers and his dirty laundry all over the floor of his room. The reason why he's doing this? Is because he won the bet on who's better at Chica's Pizza Toss arcade game with you. And unfortunately, you lost.

He's going to enjoy seeing you cleaning his room going on your hands and knees. He will reward you after with a good fuck.

Only if you did a good job though.

This was going to be his day, as his father should be working till closing. Giving him and Y/n all the privacy he needs. William was being a bitch to him for the past week.

Yelling and cursing at him to clean his room. Maybe he will fuck you on his dad's bed just to get back at him.

The doorbell was heard interrupting his thoughts. When he opened the door, you were wearing a huge coat. When Michael questioned it, you quickly scurried inside to take it off. It was very hot outside for you to be wearing such a coat. But what you revealed underneath. Oh, and what a surprise you gave to Michael. You were wearing such a cute maid outfit and the cute headband. He can't wait to get his hands all over you.

Michael kept pawing at your waist, and you kept smacking his hands off so that you could work.

"What happened here? I don't remember your room being this filthy."

"I have to make sure you weren't slacking off." Michael gave you a smug look. You huffed as you began to work. It took a while as you cleaned all the garbage Michael purposefully threw. While you were on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor, Michael was taking pictures of you, making sure he got all the right angles.

He was enjoying this a lot while you were pouting and frustrated by the amount of work you had to do. You couldn't slack off either, as Michael would tease you and give you a light spanking on your bottom.

You were thankful when Michael went out to get some food, but realized he was getting it for himself and not for you. Appereantly he wants you to beg for him to give you a single fry. This was going to be a bad day.

William had just gotten back from work. He left much sooner as he just needed a break from the chaos. His suit was ruffled, and his tie was hanging on his neck for dear life. His cigarette crumbled on the pavement. He was thankful that Henry was here to take care of the restaurant. He was hoping his pathetic son would finally clean his fucking room.

Michael kept saying he was going to clean his room this week, but never did. The spoiled brat. He was intentionally making it messier, too. For what purpose? William hasn't had the foggiest idea, and it looked like he was slacking off again as his car wasn't in the driveway. William entered the kitchen as he took a swig of whisky and a new cigarette. He puffed out the smoke as he let out a relaxed sigh.

"Michael, do you know where I should put this?"

There wasn't supposed to be anyone here but William. But William knew that voice. It was his favourite little bunny. Oh, and how you showed up at the kitchen wearing... A maid outfit? You froze at the entrance, not expecting William to be here. Your doe eyes are blown wide from the unexpected guest at the house.

William was drinking you up. Eyeing you up and down. You shuffled nervously and gave a small greeting to the older Afton.

"Uh, hi William. I wasn't expecting you here." You nervously spoke as your face quickly flushed from the embarrassing situation.

He quickly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and went prowling towards you.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" William, let's out a little mmm. You stiffened as he started rubbing his hands on your hips and burying his nose in the crook of your neck. Intaking your scent.

"You're going to treat me, bunny?" He asked in a hushed tone. His voice getting deeper and more hungry.

"N-no, im cleaning Michael's room." You nervoursly stuttered as his hands was heavily petting your body.

"Ah, so that's why he kept it in such filth. Maybe I should follow my son's example." He started trailing kisses up and down your neck.

"N-no, I just. I just lost a bet." You stiffened as he kept kissing your jaw.

"Is this why you're wearing a maid outfit?" William gently tugged on the bow that adorned the outfit.

"No, I just wanted to wear it. I thought I would look cute when I clean." You shuffled nervously. William stopped with the tender kisses and raised his head, eyeing you again before picking you up. You let out a yelp as he carried you bridal style to his room.

"What are you doing?" You wrap your arms around his neck for additional support.

"I'm having you clean up in my room." He said to your dismay. You already have enough work with cleaning Michael's room, now William wants you to clean his?

"My services aren't cheap you know." You said in a teasing business manner.

"Oh, how much do you charge?" William raised his eyebrow, letting out a small smirk.

"Mmm, " You pretended to ponder with a finger on your chin while you gazed at the ceiling. "50 dollars an hour."

"Oh, do you really think your services cost that much. I think I have to challenge the price." He finally reached his bedroom and easily opened the door while carrying you in his arms.

"Fine, I'll give you a 5% discount." William pecked your lips.

"Make it ten." He kissed you again and dropped you un-ceremoniously on the bed while he towered over you.

"You cheapskate." He chuckles against your lips as he presses more open kisses.

"How about I pay you $20, and I take you out to dinner?"

"It better be fine dining and not your pizzeria." William pretended to look offended.

"Are you saying my establishment is too poor for you, princess?" He continued kissing as his hands roam your clothed body.

"I don't want to eat cheap pizza as a reward for my hard work." You spoke in between kisses. Your body was getting warm, and your head was feeling fuzzy.

"Such a spoiled little princess. But I will make do." His kisses became rougher.

"My." He spoke in between kisses.

"Spoiled." 'Mwuah '

"Princess," He kissed one final time before pulling away.

"Deal." You finally took a breath from all the intense kissing. William started sucking on your neck, leaving noticeable hickeys behind as he unbuttoned your uniform. You quickly stopped it. Pressing your hands against his and quickly getting out of the plush bed.

"I -I still need to clean Michael's room." You adjusted your uniform and smoothed down your apron. While you may be feeling lustful, you can't be distracted from the fact that you have a job to do

"Fuck Michael, I'm the master of this house." He quickly pulled you back to bed, rolling you around till he was on top of you again.

"I'm going to fuck you in your uniform." Your face flushed even more, but you were in a panic after he said those words.

"Wait, no, I paid so much for this outfit." It was true, the maid outfits were not cheap, using half of your paycheque to buy this one. You didn't want to use the uniform in a sexual manner like most people. You just wanted to feel like a pretty maid while you cleaned the house

"I'll pay you back for the damages." William continued pawing at your uniform as he yet made another hickey on your neck.

"Will I'm serious, I paid a lot for this, and I don't want it to get damaged." William sighs in anooyed manner. He stops nipping at your neck.

"How much?"

"The dress was $150 and included all the accessories.. $450 to $500."

"$500!!" William repeated the number in shock.

"It was probably cheaper, but the delivery fee wasn't cheap. at all."

"Jesus, doll." William stared at you in disbelief as he gazed at your maid outfit. It was high-quality material. But don't worry, William is a rich man. He will take care of his princess.

"Wait." He wouldn't stop as he kept kissing and pawing at you.

"Hmm. Let me take a picture of you." He quickly got off of you and pulled a small camera from the drawer of his nightstand. He made you perform in all kinds of poses. You were flustered by the poses you have to make by spreading your legs. The next is for you to suck his thumb like the good girl you are.

He had taken his clothes off and wanted you to clean him with his mouth. You were into it at first, sucking his neck down to his chest and to his nipples. But you quickly got embarrassed.

"No, no, sweetheart, you're doing so good for Daddy. Don't be shy, my little princess. You're doing such a good job."

He gently coaxed you. praising him for cleaning him so well. You were still new to being intimate, so of course, you were still shy. After a few more encouraging words and sweet talk. You were coaxed into continuing to kiss and suck his bare torso.

"That's it, good girl, such a good girl for your master." William let out breathy moans as you continued worshiping his body. He needed this. With the stress he had with work, this was the best way to unwind.

With you sucking his cock dry. Trying your best, trying to fit his huge length in your small mouth was a challenge. He made sure to praise you for doing such a good job. He felt himself about to cum and pulled your mouth off his cock.

William stroked it until cum coated your face was coated with the white sticky substance. It resulted in another picture to add to his collection. Of course, you have to wipe your face, getting the sticky cum off. William immediately lifted you up and had you position on all fours on the bed. He teased you with his fingers, gently stroking your clothed pussy. He can see the wet spot on your cute panties. He made sure to press the wet spot against your core.

You let out a shudder and a small whine as he continued to tease you. William would've dragged this out for longer, but with how pent up he is and the stress, he couldn't be patient today. Immediately tear your panties off. He will save them for later when he is at the office.

He lifted you once more and placed your bare pussy on his face. You let out the cutest whines and moans as he ate you out from below. Your maid skirt covering his head, making it more delicious as he suffocated on your sweet nectar. It also helped to trap your scent as he continues to suck and lick your greedy clit. You quickly cummed as you clenched around his tongue, and you let out such a cute moan.

And he wasnt done with you yet. It was only the beginning.

Michael cursed as he slammed the car door closed. Grabbing takeout food proved more challenging than he ever thought. There was a traffic jam that took over an hour to get to the fast-food place. There was a huge line inside the restaurant, and he had to wait even longer for them to prepare the burgers because they somehow ran out.

Michael raced home, going over the speed limit just to see you. It proved futile, as he was pulled over by the cops, to his luck. He finally managed to get home. And what's this?

A purple car?... OH NO.

Michael quickly got out and raced home. He'd better be in his workshop Micheal had hoped. But to his dismay, he saw his Father exit his bedroom, only wearing a pair of boxers revealing his scarred skin from the spring lock's failure. A cigarette dangled from his fingers as he took a puff.

"Took you long enough. Had to entertain your maid while you were gone." He snarked at Michael. Of course, you were lying in HIS BED and sleeping comfortably with your back exposed, showing the fresh marks or love bites and hickies. Your maid's outfit was tossed on the floor, as well as his father's clothes.

William took one more drag as he huffed it out.

"Make sure you clean your room tonight, or I'll have you kicked out before 12."

William: 1

Michael: 0