Ticket Taker Vents to You (Ticket Taker x Reader) (!SPICY!)
A/N: WOAH! ME WRITING FOR TICKET TAKER??? I did not think I'd be writing for him at all but I saw a thought from Palerpilsen on TwXtter about this, and I had to write about it (do not worry, I asked first). This might be a little bit raunchy and it might not be the best because I haven't written smut to this extent, even if it's not that much lol. Enjoy!!!
Today was a long day for you. A very, very long day. Your body almost seemed like it would crumble into pieces. Your brain felt like a volcano that was about to erupt. It was all too much.
The café was much busier than usual with angry customers all around. It's absurd how little patience people can have, even for a small beverage. Visiting the circus didn't make your day any better. All of the chatter, the screaming, chaos all around. To be frank, what else could you expect? It's a circus of horrors.
Once you finally were able to settle down, you immediately went to your bed. How soft and silky the sheets felt on your body. How the puffiness of a pillow could ease your mind in mere seconds. How the weight of a blanket drifts you away from the mess that is reality. It's a feeling you've been needing all day.
Shortly after you could finally rest, you were interrupted by a burst through the door. There was a tall figure, roughly six feet tall, covered in midnight blue attire with a pinch of gold. A top hat accompanied his head. His mask was spilt into two, black and white. His left eye on the mask was the only one visible, with what seems like tears running down in its design.
"So…" he growled. "This is your residence?"
It was as if he sounded like he was angry at something. Maybe guests were horse-playing again? Maybe there was more litter scattered around the circus grounds? Maybe a circus members made him this irritated? Whatever it was, you knew you were in for a long talk.
"Yeah? What of it?" you hissed.
"Well, dear, it's not as spacious as I thought it would be," he replied. "But that's not what I'm here to discuss with you."
"What is it?" you groaned. "Is it all of that littering that guests do again?"
He stared at you for a moment. That singular pearly eye forever haunting you. It was even shaking, but only slightly. You could never tell what twisted things are in his mind. Whatever it was this time, it didn't seem to be good.
"I just…" he sighed. "I need to let out some frustrations of mine. 'Vent,' you call it? Whatever it may be called, I need to converse about this. Please."
Please was a new word for him. You knew he was always the most demanding out of the group. He would never stop at anything in order to make things go his way. To hear him say please was extremely uncanny. Despite how puzzling this seemed, you decided to hear him out anyway.
"Uh… sure. Go ahead," you wondered.
He stared at you for a few more seconds before slightly turning away from your gaze.
"Everyone has just been so… demanding of me recently. It almost feels pathetic," he sighed.
"Really? I always thought you were-" you declared before being cut off.
"No," he growled. "You don't understand."
You were quivering in both fear and pleasure. It was frightening how aggressive he could be, but at the same time, it was, in a way, arousing.
He continued, "They've been using me like I'm some toy. The Doctor using his tools on me, like I'm some kind of lab rat. The Jester, pulling me close to him with his leash, as if I'm some worthless pet. All while they're deflowering me over and over."
It struck you. He needed his own chew toy, and you had just the right shape to be preyed upon. It was still a bit terrifying, but it was something that you had been craving. You were always intrigued by him, even in the most depraved ways. You both were finally going to get what you needed after what felt like centuries of first meeting one another.
He swiftly turned to your direction and grabbed your shoulders, immediately turning your body more tense than when you first arrived back home.
"If I can't control any of those rabid animals… then I have no choice but for you to be my toy," he moaned.
The mouth of his mask turned from an open smile to a closed mouth with sharp teeth. His hands grabbing your shoulders harder and harder.
"Please, dearest. I'm tired of feeling so used," he declared. "I need to show someone that I'm the one in charge. You'll be an obedient little doll, won't you?"
His left eye now shaking even more than it had been before. His right side of his mask had suddenly spawn another eye, this time cobalt blue. How could you say no to such a convincing offer? His pleas were already enough to persuade you, but with how he was looming over you, it had fully persuaded you into being in his command. Only his.
"I…" you stuttered. "Yes, sir. I promise I'll be good."
His hands were still on your shoulders, but he was not longer grabbing them. But why? Isn't this what he wanted? After a moment, he placed his hands away from your shoulders. They were now wrapped around your neck, as he slowly wrapped them even tighter.
He panted, "Oh… dearest… I'll make sure you've never felt so merciless in your precious little life~"
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Ticket Taker and "The Freak Circus" belong to nekoboydreams! Here is a link to the original game (MINORS SHOO)!
Ticket Taker Vents to You Part 2 (Ticket Taker x Reader) (!NSFW!)
A/N: Okaaayyyyy well I suppose the Ticket Taker venting fic I wrote did pretty damn well both on here and on TwXtter, and I thank the readers for that!!! I especially thank you all because I haven't written any form of smut before and I'm glad to know my first attempt went well! So well in fact that the people demand a part 2. And I say… fuck it let's do it and write actual NSFW for a change.
You can read part 1 here! Also, here is a link to the original tweet that inspired for me to write this in the first place!
ALRIGHT enough of me yapping. Enjoy~!
In that moment, his voice became much more husky than it was before. It sounded so desperate, but so controlling at the same time. That only made you more turned on than you were before. The mere thought of being controlled by a structure such as the Ticket Taker was what you've been yearning for, craving for. It's everything you could have desired.
His hands around your fragile neck were already enough to make you squirm. It was one of your weakest spots, and the Ticket Taker immediately figured that out. He had noticed how shaken you gotten the more and more you were in his grasp. He enjoyed every moment of it. He enjoyed someone finally being at his mercy, and them knowing that they're in their place.
"Yes, darling. Keep squirming like that," he snarled. "It pleases me to know how aware you are. To know that I'm going to put you in my place."
He leaned his face towards your shoulder. You could feel the deep breaths he was resting against it. How unbelievably hot it was. There was a sudden clicking sound, right before he sunk his teeth right into your flesh. You were already so heated that there was no room to question it. He was leaving his mark on you, and he made sure of it. You let out a few gasps for air. This was already too much, but it still felt so good.
The Ticket Taker immediately noticed how heavily you were trying to catch your breath, and stopped gnawing on your skin.
"Already too much to handle? Good," he growled.
He finally let go of your neck, and backed away from your shoulder. Once again, you questioned why. Him suddenly stopping not once, but twice now, kept pondering your mind. Why would be stop so suddenly when he craved for this for so long?
After a moment, he spoke.
"As much as I would adore to play with you even more, dear, I don't have much time before I must go back to the others. So…"
He aggressively grabbed your waist and continued,
"I promise to tear you apart from the inside out while the moment still lasts."
He threw you onto your bed, laying you down on your stomach, with his hands all over your back. His claws tearing away your clothes, and digging deeper and deeper into your skin. Your veins practically being torn like a sheet of paper. Somehow, it fills you with pleasure rather than pain. You were never really the masochist type, but this time, it was different. It felt too good to feel painful.
"Don't turn back," he demanded.
There was a sound that seemed like cloth. Almost as if there was a part of his attire stripping off. Your face now pouring down sweat like a calm downfall of rain. Except it wasn't calm. It was almost disturbing. You heard the noises of cloth again, except this time, you felt it. His hands on your thighs, stripping your pants and underwear away from your touch.
A feeling of fleshy meat was now on the top of your thighs. Except, it didn't feel right. It didn't feel as if it was human. You wanted to turn around, to really see what you were feeling, but you had already promised the Ticket Taker that you would obey his every word. Your curiosity is now holding onto your mind more than you had ever felt before.
That is, until you felt it trailing inside of you. Not slowly, but very suddenly. It felt even more eerie now that it was in your hole. It felt too large for it to be completely inside. It was strange, but it felt incredible.
He finally spoke, "You've been doing well so far, but now… it's time I finally get to destroy what is rightfully mine."
At once, he began to thrust into you. So fast, so strong, yet so delicate. Your body was burning like a furnace. His claws were now tearing away at your hips. Your sweet moans were so melodic to the man that was deflowering you in these very moments. It only made him go faster.
"Oh… yes, darling~ Yes~!" he whispered.
He wasn't as vocal as you, but his pleasure still clearly showing. He was in extravagant amounts of bliss knowing he was in control. Perhaps a little too much. He wouldn't stop going rougher than before, letting out all of the frustrations that he had been burying inside for so long. Especially knowing how much his chew toy was craving this almost as much as him.
It didn't take too long until you felt his body lean against your back, bringing you to some kind of embrace. His arms on your bed, practically pining you down. He was making sure he couldn't let his prey go anywhere. Not in a time such as this. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, praising you on how you were taking this so well.
A few moments go by, and he places one of his hands on the bottom of your face, completely covering you lips. It was almost as if he was preventing you from moaning any louder. Your noises may have been muffled now, but that it much more enjoyable for him. It truly proved to him how in control he was.
He moaned, "Dear…~ I'm almost there…~ keep still for me, won't you~?"
He went as fast and rough as he could go, until he couldn't hold it in any longer. His quiet moans and you muffled screaming matched each other as he let all of his liquids out inside of you. Your legs and his breathing were practically shaking until you felt his length slowly creep its way outside of you. He let go of you, letting you calm down for a few moments. As you were gaining back your breath, the noises of cloth play again once more.
"Alright, darling…" his voice, still quivering. "You're allowed to move now."
You slowly sat up from where you lay. Your back was slouched, your breath still shallow, your body slowly cooling down. That was truly an experience you will never forget. You both stared at each other, trying to process the acts that were displayed on your bed. With your eyes locking in to one another, you both knew how much you needed this.
He spoke, now his breath back to what it once was, but still fairly weak.
"My goodness, dear. I'm impressed. I've never seen someone this obedient in a scenario such as this."
He gave you a couple of pats your head, as if it were a reward.
He continued, "Now… I know you need rest, and as much as I am honored to help, the Jester will not be pleased to know I've been away for this long."
You nodded at him in understandment. The Jester was already intimidating to you enough, and your fear would only grow more knowing that you were the reason that his colleague was away for this long because of you. The Ticket Taker walked towards the door, taking his leave. His footsteps easing your mind as you were still calming down from all of that mess. He stared at you one last time as he opened the door, and said,
"You be good now, and get some rest for me, do you understand?"
You nodded. With that, he walked away and silently closed the door. Your breaths were no longer shallow and back to its original pace. It was only then you realized the blood on your bed sheets. You didn't even realize it was that intense. There was no point in doing anything about it. Even if the Ticket Taker was no longer in your home, you felt as if you still had to obey. Now, you were finally able to relax after such a busy day.
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Ticket Taker and "The Freak Circus" belong to nekoboydreams! Here is a link to the original game (MINORS PLEASE LEAVE)
Celebrating Harlequin's Birthday (Harlequin x Reader)
A/N: IT'S MAY 26TH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARLEQUIN!!!!! If you can't tell by my blog, Harlequin genuinely means everything to me right now and is probably one of my favorite characters in any media ever (probably because I'm so uncultured lol). I was planning on drawing something, but I have no inspiration or ideas, so I thought, hmmmm… let's write something instead!, so that's exactly what I'm here to do! Apologies if this is a little shotty, I did not prepare anything but I wanted to get this done before the day was over for me. Hope you all enjoy, and another happy birthday to Harlequin!!!
You walk into the circus of horrors with a truck load of anxiety. Such awful anxiety that made you feel like there was a tiny storm cloud covering your head. Even the Ticket Taker noticed this look, which only made the cloud grow bigger. You weren't feeling this way just because you were anxious to be back for what seemed like the millionth time. It was because you were there see one person and one person alone. The Harlequin.
Yes, it was because of how intimidating and attractive he was, but also because today was a special occasion. Today was his birthday. Once you were told of this by the Pierrot, you had to do something about it. You had figured out that the circus members don't accept gifts, so you had to be a little more creative. You somehow had to convince him to visit your apartment.
You approached the green and ebony striped tent. Luckily for you, his performance was about to start. Not even five minutes after walking sitting down, the lights had went dim. There immediately stood a shadowy figure. One that stood a little more than six feet tall, with what what looked like some kind of fool's cap glowing parakeet eyes accompanying it.
Once the lights went back to its original display, the shadow was revealed to be a figure covered in a costume filled with colors of malachite and onyx colored clothes, with a tint of gold surrounding them. Its patterns were filled with the shape of hearts, just like the ones you saw on the green ticket from only the second day of meeting the members. Its face was so white that it looked like even the clouds in the sky could look a little more gray. Or perhaps, it was a mask. A mask covered in makeup that was the same color as those parakeet eyes. It was the Harlequin.
"Welcome, my precious little monsters! How lovely it is to see you all!"
His voice was as sweet as the most sugary piece of cake you've ever had. The sound of it almost felt hypnotizing, as if you could get lost in it at an instant. But that's not what the focus was. You had to focus on his show. His performance tonight was what seemed like illusions and tricks that could be considered fatal, but somehow he would still stand strong on the stage. The gasps and screams filled the audience after every trick was demonstrated.
Once the show was over, the crowd began to wander off, eager to see what attractions there may be waiting for them, except for you. You stood close to the exit, but not close enough to where it looked like you were leaving. The Harlequin immediately noticed and walked his way towards you, looking at you with that seductive look he always had. Even if that look was only towards you.
"Ah! I just knew that my most loyal fan would come to see my show~!" he teased.
A blush marked your face. "O-of course! Your shows are always so enchanting to see!"
"Oh, are you sure that it's just the performances that you're here to see~?" he chuckled.
Your face blushing even more now. The Harlequin chuckled even more than he did only a few moments ago. He always knew how to make you breathless, and he was always successful. But his gaze can't distract you right now. It was time to ask the big question, and most likely a lot of convincing.
As the Harlequin examined you more, he questioned, "Well, dear one, is something else on your mind?"
"Well-… uh… yes, actually," you quaked. You took a deep breath before saying, "Harlequin… will you come to my apartment tonight?"
The eyes on his mask goggled at your gaze. The mouth widened, showing his pointy teeth more than ever. His figure stood still, which was very rare for him. His mind pondered and pondered at how and why you asked him something so inviting. He was shocked. Something he never thought he would feel towards a human such as yourself.
"Oh, dangerous dear… what suddenly gave you the courage to ask me such a bold question?" he queried.
You stared at him in terror, wondering how to respond. You couldn't tell him it was because of his birthday, because somehow you knew he would instantly turn you down. You finally spoke in slight frustration.
"W-well… I figured since you invited me to that tent some days ago, I thought I should return the favor!"
His head tilted in curiosity. He wasn't buying it, but he decided to follow along.
"So, my touch is still haunting your mind? I didn't think that it would get to you that much~" he teased, once again.
"Oh, don't start with that now, Harlequin!" you shouted. "I just… wanted to spend a little more time with you today."
"And why can't we spend that time in here? I think now would be absolutely perfect, wouldn't you agree?" he proposed.
You stood silent for a moment, before finally insisting, "I just think that the time we spend should be more… private?"
He examined your figure, his eyes moving constantly at you, practically hypnotized. Your teeth jittered in fear. He never seemed to be this unpredictable before. You started to think, this was a bad idea, I shouldn't have even offered him this. His sudden sigh made your fear grow even bigger than before.
"Alright, fine," he growled. "I suppose I can accept your offer. Just be warned… I'll make sure that it can make us both worth our while."
"Okay. Great!" you sighed. "I'll be expecting you when the circus closes, got it?"
"Darling, no need to get so feisty now," he hissed. "But yes, I'll see you then~"
You stared at him tenderly as he walked away. Even watching him depart makes you desire him more and more. Once you both were in a fair distance, you walked out of his tent. Everything felt easy again. Somehow, some way, you didn't even need to convince him that much, and he accepted the invitation. At this point, all of the screaming and horse-playing around you didn't matter to you anymore. All you could feel was thrill, knowing that he could celebrate an occasion with you. Just you and him.
Hours had passed, and the circus had finally closed. At that point, you weren't even at the circus anymore. You were in your apartment, decorating for the occasion. Not too much decor, but just enough to be noticeable. Tiny emerald flags that spelled "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" covered a part of your wall, pear and charcoal balloons were tied onto a leg of a chair, and on the counter of your kitchen laid a gift basket filled with spicy food and spices for Harlequin to consume. As much as you would have loved to bake him a cake, you knew he wasn't a person with a sweet tooth. Now all there was to do was wait.
Several minutes had passed, but Harlequin was nowhere to be found. The door to your house nor the balcony door never opened. That's when you started to ponder on where he was. Maybe a little too much. Thoughts such as, he was playing around or maybe he was caught.
Your thoughts were interrupted when the balcony door opened.
The Harlequin spoke, as he was walking into your residence.
"My apologies, dear one. Jester requested to-…"
Just like that evening, he stood in shock, with his mask now showing a small frown. He was in pure disbelief in what he was seeing. Even if it's something as small as this. Why on earth would a human celebrate his birthday? As a matter of fact, how did they even find out?
"Happy birthday, Harlequin!" you cheered. "Sorry there isn't a lot of decorations, I didn't want to go overboard."
It took him a moment for him to finally speak, with his mask turned back into that classic, cynical smile.
"Dear, what is this for? Who told you about this?" he questioned.
"Oh! Pierrot told me at the café. Of course, he was hesitant, but I convinced him to tell me~" you chuckled. "Also, I just really like to celebrate birthdays. It's the best way to show that someone survived another year, despite all of the trials and tribulations they go through."
Harlequin's smile was slightly shaking, trying for you not to notice. Unfortunately for him, you could read him like a book. You knew he needed this. He needed his birthday to be celebrated, but not from his found family. Or at least, that's what you had assumed.
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" you exclaimed.
You walked in and out of the kitchen, handing Harlequin the basket of spicy food.
"I know you hate sweets, so I assumed you like spicy foods instead," you said.
Harlequin looked at the basket for a moment, and then looked back up at you, with his eyes still wide. This time, however, his eyes looked at you with passion. He seemed so smitten about this one kind act you had done to him. He snapped back into reality after a few moments of staring into your eyes. You can tell me was about to laugh, but he held it back.
He giggled, "Well, my my, dear thing, it's adorable that would would do something like this for me. Besides, I don't think Jester would allow gifts from guests, so I will have to decline on your little… gift."
"Oh, I know. That's why I wanted to eat them here!" you proclaimed.
Once again, Harlequin looked at you with confusion.
"...You seriously cannot be offering me these spicy food, can you now?" he growled.
You shook your head. Harlequin stood silent for a few moments.
"Well… I suppose I couldn't resist an offer such as this," he complimented. "As long as you also have them with me. I'm sure you won't be able to handle the spice~"
"Oh, bring it on."
For the rest of the night, you both quickly ate all of the snacks in the basket. You weren't the biggest on spicy foods, so of course, your body started to become as hot as a burning blaze and your face looked like it was as red as a tomato. Harlequin silently laughed at your weakness, finding it to be the most amusing thing he's ever seen.
Once you both were done, unfortunately, Harlequin told you that he had to depart from you once again. It was and to see him go on an occasion like this, but you both knew that if any of the crew found out that the Harlequin was missing, he would be in severe trouble. As he was headed for the balcony door, he looked at you one last time for the night, with those loving eyes. It was surreal that you were able to see him like this, and it made you blush again, but this time out of adoration. Before the Harlequin closed the balcony window, he said to you, in a soft spoken tone,
"Goodnight, dear one. I appreciate the time we had tonight. Rest well now~"
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Harlequin and "The Freak Circus" belong to nekoboydreams/Neko Bueno! Here is a link to the original game (MINORS SHOO SHOO)!!!
Harlequin's Night Out (Harlequin x Reader) (!NSFW!)
A/N: I don't know how I haven't written any one-shots of Harlequin as a huge Harlequin fan, but this tweet… gave me ideas. Some people on TwXtter just have some of the best ideas ngl. Thankfully for you all, there's no part 1/2 in this one! I know some people will ask for a part 2 if I ended it on a cliffhanger like last time, so I figured that it should be a one and done.
Anyway enough with that, enjoy~! And thank you to @uruncannyfriend for the idea!!!
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CONTENT INCLUDES: Agoraphillia, Tentacles
"Stay safe while getting home, alright?"
That was the voice of your boss, thoughtfully wishing you a safe walk home. This town carries very fishy events happening almost every day, anyway. And with all of these people going missing ever since the circus of horrors came to town, it's only increased. Even though you've been many times ever since you met the lovesick Pierrot, you still can't help but ponder, does the circus really have to do with all of these missing people?
The sky was as dark as the coal you would find in your stocking on Christmas day. There were small, daisy colored stars covered in its design. The moon kept the sky accompany, shining bright on the ground as if it were almost like a light bulb. The light wind gently kissed the weight of your face. It was always so peaceful at night. Except for tonight.
Your walk home tonight felt… off. Yes, it was normal as any other night, but you couldn't wrap your head on why this walk home felt so different. Maybe the weather? It does feel a little colder than usual.
No, it couldn't have been. The weather is always out of tune. It couldn't have been the fact it was so quiet either. You never know whether you'll hear a group of people partying, almost as if it was the last night of their lives. Maybe… you were being watched?
It would only make sense for you to feel watched. There's more and more people missing as the days go by, and those circus performers have always given you an eerie feeling. The acts are almost too real to feel like it was an act. Not to mention their behavior towards you specifically. What made you so special?
You stopped in your tracks to look around the area. Nothing. Nothing to be found. After catching a breath of relief, you continued to walk, despite the fact that you still felt like something was wrong. Your head was so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't even notice the footsteps approaching closer and closer. You suddenly felt arms wrapped around your torso.
"Goodness, dear one, what's got you so distressed this late at night?"
That soft, yet chilling voice was one you immediately recognized. It was the Harlequin. The one that's confused you more than any of the others. He's always so raunchy around you, especially when Pierrot wasn't around. Why is it that he acts so competitive to you? But, as much as you hated to admit it, you always enjoyed his company.
"Oh, n-nothing! Just… the weather is a little off," you quivered.
"Oh really? It seems just fine to me," Harlequin teased.
"Well-… I mean-… i-it's always unexpected, you know?"
"I suppose so. But… that's not why I'm here. I… have something to confess."
His voice started to quiver, and his grip grew stronger. He's never sounded so scared before. Unless, it wasn't fear that he was feeling. Instead, it could be arousal. At least, that's what you assumed.
You could feel his hands starting to reach down to your waist, and his head placed down on your shoulder as his voiced grew more and more shaky.
"I've… been thinking about you… a lot, actually. I can't stop thinking about your heartbeat… your moans… your body."
His hands now reached underneath your clothes.
"Oh… how I missed how warm it was~"
His voice growled, not in an aggressive way, but in an enticing way. He's never sounded this submissive before, even if it was short-lived. He's always been the dominant one to you, like you were the prey and he was the predator in a game of cat and mouse. You were trembling as he kept reaching into your clothes, but you didn't mind. His touch was always so magnetic to you.
"If you wish, I promise, I will make this night an unforgettable one~" he groaned, seductively.
For a few moments, it was silent, until you sighed, "Alright… but make it quick. I need to-"
Before you could finish your sentence, he pinned you to the nearest wall he could find. Your body ignited like a fresh bonfire. Your face was in the color of pedals on a rose. You've haven't been this turned on in so long. As much as the Harlequin was craving you, he knew that you desired this as much as he did.
He breathed, "There's no promises from me, darling… but I assure you, I'll make sure that we both will feel desired~ Now, turn around."
His pointer finger spun in a circle, as a way to command you to turn around, and you obeyed.
"Mmm… good."
You feel those "ropes" you remembered from your encounter with him in the tent slowly pulling down your pants.
"W-wait! Right now?!" you contested. "We're in public!"
"Shhh," Harlequin hushed at you. "I won't be able to do this any faster if you keep talking like that."
The "ropes" now gliding all over you. Wrapping around your legs, your torso, even your arms. It's like the Harlequin was making sure that you couldn't escape. You faintly hear what sounds like cloth. And somehow you knew, his bottom pair of clothing was being slipped off as well.
Right in that moment, something slimy reached right inside of you. It wasn't slimy like the "ropes." It was larger, and more durable. It moved at a fast pace, but not so fast as to where it would hurt, but fast enough to make your body tremble more than it already was. You breathed heavily, trying hard not to moan, and the Harlequin took notice of it.
He chuckled, "No need to hide those pretty screams from me, dear. I want to hear you shout my name, and make sure you let the world know that you belong to me."
The more seconds had past, the faster the Harlequin kept going. With each moment he was panting heavier and you were screaming louder. Your deafening screams were never out of torture, but out of solace. You didn't even try to break away from the "ropes." It may be too much, but it felt too good.
"Darling… I'm so close. Please, scream my name, I want to hear you calling for me~," Harlequin moaned.
Within seconds, you felt his supposed appendage reach inside of you as far as it could go, with a form of a liquid covering it, glazing inside of your fragile hole. The Harlequin let out a much deeper groan, and you screamed his name as if you were on a rollercoaster, going down the drop. The "ropes" slowly glided away from your touch. The length inside you swiftly was out of reach. The sounds of cloth had emerged once more. Not just from him, but also you, feeling pants slowly going back up right below your waist.
"Well, now, dear… as much as I would keep going, I know you have to go back home," he said. "I know you'll be back at the circus tomorrow, and we don't want you missing it~ Farewell, now~!"
His calm footsteps faded further and further from your ears, leaving you all alone in such an immense space. You turned around and scammed the area, with the Harlequin nowhere to be found. Your legs were shaken, but not enough to where you couldn't walk. It was embarrassing that he had such a quick session of fornication, but that was the least of your worries. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, so it's best if you scurried back home. A nice, quiet slumber is all that matters to you right now anyway.
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Harlequin and "The Freak Circus" belong to nekoboydreams! Here is a link to the original game (MINORS GO AWAY)!!!
A/N: HIIII IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE WRITTEN ANYTHING ON HERE!!!!!!! I got a little inspired by the AMA posted last Friday and decided that I should finally write something after 2+ years of not doing so. It's really because my burnout for drawing TFC content has been getting worse, but I still want to create fan content for the game! It was a relief but a challenge to finally write again after so long! It might be a little bit shotty since I finished this at around 2am and finished at 5am a few days ago. Also one more thing, I'm still not taking requests, this was just for fun and I don't expect to write anything like this for a while. Alright enough of my rambling, have fun reading!!!
A chilly day, yet again. There was a smooth breeze that waved all across the town. Not enough to where there would be leaves everywhere, but more of a a whispering echo amongst the common grounds. But you weren't outside, taking in the fresh, yet cold air. You were in your apartment, waiting for your beloved circus freak to show up at your doorstep. Or at least, that's what you promised to him that's what you would be.
You grabbed your phone to check the time. The time read 6:34 PM. You thought to yourself, Shouldn't Pierrot be done with his act by now? He said he would show up earlier. Did something happen??? These dreaded thoughts quivered in your mind like an earthquake. It felt as if your brain was going to erupt into a million pieces. That is, until you heard the door open followed by the sound of jingly bells.
"I'm here, my dear! I apologize for arriving so late!"
Thank goodness, your mind could finally rest as soundly as a sleeping kitten. Right in front of you stood a tall, crimson and ebony figure, that looks almost like a jester, despite you knowing he was far from it. His face covered with a white mask, with black markings that looked almost like tears. His pupils as golden as honey, and his silver hair shining brighter than any diamond you've seen.
"Oh, there you are, Pierrot! Where were you all this time?" you questioned.
"Ah, no need to worry about that," he quavered. "Do you have everything you need for our date?"
It almost felt surreal that he exclaimed that it was a date. Not in a good way, more like a way that could make you become more and more puzzled. You haven't even known Pierrot for a week, and he already asked you out. Deep down, you questioned why you said in the first place. Did you do it to please him, or did you do it because you feel things for him too, despite all of the disasters he had put you through?
"Oh, yes, I do! The blanket, the food basket, and jackets in case it gets colder," you exclaimed with glee.
"Good, good." He leaned down, with his right hand trying to reach yours. "Now, shall we, my dear?" He asked.
"Yes, we shall," you concurred, as you took his hand.
After what seemed like an eternity of a drive, you parked in an area that was a puddle of quiet. Once the both of you got out of the car, the two of you reached for a secluded field of grass, aside from the crickets chirping. You gently laid the blanket down on the soft, velvety grass, and the both of you had calmly sat down. You both were quiet for a few moments, that is until Pierrot spoke.
"Don't the stars look wonderful tonight, my dear?"
You hadn't noticed how beautiful the stars were, shining as bright as a candle's flame, putting you more at ease. You were so busy wrapping your head around the concept of this date. At the very least, you were feeling safer with Pierrot as time went on.
"Yeah," you sighed. "They really do."
"Sooo..." Pierrot coaxed. "Are you doing well? How was your day? How is everything treating you?"
It was a little bit of a nuisance for him to ask so many questions at once, but at the same time, weirdly adorable.
"Woah woah, Pierrot, calm yourself. I can only answer one question at a time," you declared.
He began to stutter in his words before eventually calming down. "I-I'm sorry, my dear. I just..." He stopped for a moment to stare at your beauty. "I just wish to know more about you. I wish to know more about your interests, your hobbies, your deepest desires. I must know more, darling, I must!"
You couldn't help but to smile at him. It was reassuring that someone wanted to know more about you. At this point, none of what he had done to you mattered anymore. At least, not in this moment. You had him by your side, someone that would finally listen to you for who you are.
You would do nothing but talk and talk to him. About your stories, your favorite things, and so much more. All he would do is stare at you, with his pupils forming the shape of a heart around his golden sclera, blushing as red as his uniform. You may have asked him a few times if you were talking too much, but he had reassured you that it was alright and it was like music to his ears to hear you talk.
After what seemed what hours, you looked at your phone. It was 8:35 PM. You started to panic at how late it had gotten. Pierrot had asked what was wrong, and you exclaimed how late it was. You both agreed that it was time for you to go home, especially so Pierrot wouldn't get into more trouble than he already was in.
After arriving home, you realized how much you were going to miss Pierrot. His kindness, his tenderness, his beauty, everything was breathtaking. At the same time, you were still questioning why you were feeling this way. He did so many things to you and the other circus members. As you were puzzling, Pierrot spoke.
"My dear?" Your attention was now locked onto his.
"Are you... planning to come back to the circus soon?"
It took a moment for you to think about your decision, but you had ultimately decided that you will. You just couldn't resist such a masterpiece of nature itself. He was ecstatic to hear of this. As much as he wanted to stay with you, he had to take his leave. He wished you a good night, and all you were able to focus on was his jingly bells, fading into the darkness.
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Pierrot and "The Freak Circus" belong to nekoboydreams! Here is the original link to the game (MINORS SCRAM)!!!
HB crimson with a sinner reader who in her human life was a big mafioso who maybe worked with angie (angelo dust)
You and Crimson were in your early years of a relationship. It turns out Crimson was impressed by your killing skills. It's almost like you were in a mafia.
One day, he decided to ask, "Y'know, doll, you impress even me with your skills of killin' others. How'd ya do it?" You were rather shocked to hear him ask that kind of a question.
"Well..." you began to say. "As you may remember, I'm actually a sinner." "Yeah?" Crimson said. You continued, "Well, I was actually in a mafia gang when I was alive."
Crimson looked... shocked? Excited? You really couldn't tell. "Interesting... what crimes did ya do back then?" You told him everything he wanted to know, all with Crimson being driven into the stories,
After you talked with him, he was so amazed and intrigued. It was interesting to him to know he was with someone that was also in a mafia group. Especially because they came from the living world. He was never too interested in the living world, but with you, of course he was interested. Afterwards, you both went back to business. The mafia kind of business, of course.
Imagine that you and your F/O are out on a date. You decided to not think about yourself and only on them. Like you try and do what they want to do and not what you want to do. On what seemed like the third time your F/O asked, "What do you want to do?" you once again replied with, "I don't really care, just whatever you want," your F/O looks a little bit concerned. "…babe," they say. "You've already said it two other times." "I'm sorry, I just…" you say with a sigh. "…I just want to make you happy and have a good time. Plus I'm already selfish enough so I should let you have your fun, y'know?" Your F/O gets down to your level. "Hey," they say. You look up at them, knowing that they're being serious. "Listen to me." You obey.
They say, "This is our date, so that means both of us have our fun. I do appreciate you thinking about me, but I won't have any fun if you aren't having fun. I love you, and you deserve to be happy. It's not as fun if you aren't happy as well." You smile at them lovingly, and thank them for the reassurance. You hug them (if allowed) as a thank you. "Now," they said. "What would you like to do?"
