#tfc jingle

[mewkton]

Literally the freak circus ksdniwdj

[deerlydedeh]

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒍.

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🎪Fandom: The freak circus. 🌹Pairing: Pierrot x female Reader. 🤹🏻 Rating: mature. 🍿 Summary: you’re having your very first adult moment… and Pierrot fully panics because he thinks “I’m cumming” means... something else, accidentally ruining your orgasm. 🔞 Warnings: suggestive (non very explicit), orgasm denial (accidental), first-time, inexperienced Pierry.

“No—wait—oh my God, PIERROT! I’m—I’m cumming!”

Pierrot’s painted white face, crinkled in pure, unadulterated confusion. His wide yellow pupils, circled in black big pools, blinked twice. His head tilted, sending a few silvery-white curls tumbling over his forehead.

“Where?” he asked, his voice soft, melodic, laced with genuine alarm and concern.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me? Did I do something wrong?!” He asked without giving you the space to answer, swallowing his words, desperate and pathetic. His long, tapered fingers, which until now had been digging deep into your pussy, pressing and arching against your g-spot, stimulating it to orgasm, slipped out quickly, interrupting your decline. His body abruptly moved away from yours, retreating to his knees between your legs. Then, he lay down on top of you, pressing his chest to yours, wrapping his huge hands around your cheeks, flushed and hot from what Pierrot was doing to you. His gaze became sad and pleading.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, my Lady!”

The world, which had just been a tight, white-hot coil of sensation centered between your thighs, went utterly, completely still. Your back was arched off the cot’s mattress of his tent, your fingers were tangled in the fabric of his loose red blouse, opened on his toned, pale, muscular chest. A vision for your eyes. Damn, he was so hot… Your whole body was clenched, frozen on the precipice of a release that had just slammed into a void of nothing. All your nerves were on fire, your mind screaming for mercy. A strangled sound, half-groan, half-hysterical laugh, gurgled in your throat.

“I’m not… going… anywhere,” you managed to gasp out, your voice raw and in pain.

“But you said you were coming,” he insisted, his brow furrowed so deeply that you thought he might crack his mask. You tilted your head, looking away from his childish, hurt expression, trying to regain control of your body which was spasming uncontrollably, demanding attention. Then, you looked at him again, your expression frowning.

“So much patience…” you sighed softly, just for yourself, but maybe Pierrot had heard you anyway. You moved your head against the flushy pillow, starring at the curved white and red plastic ceiling of the circus tent, strung with sad little paper stars and faded silk roses.

Of course.

Of course this is how it happens.

You’d spent the last weeks with him looking at you out of the huge windows of the bar where you worked; and you sneaking glances at him during his juggling act, taking his flyers just to stand near him, and finally, finally, working up the nerve to talk to him when he came to visit you in the evening at the bar, even though he didn’t speak at first. And now, in the most intensely vulnerable moment of your first sex, adult life, with Pierrot... Pierrot—beautiful, ridiculous Pierrot—thought you were announcing your imminent departure.

“Pierrot,” you said, the word slow and careful, but also a little pissed off, a hand resting now on your forehead tangling in your hair.

“When I say ‘I’m cumming,’ I don’t mean I’m leaving. I mean…” you gestured weakly between your bodies. “It’s… a thing that happens when... when it feels… really good.” He froze, his hand moving from your face down your stomach, caressing, tickling.

“When… someone reaches… the pinnacle of pleasure. You know, the thing. That, kind. The... orgasm…” you explained shyly, your eyes shining with embarrassment.

You wanted to die and bury yourself in the ground right then and there.

His expression oscillated through confusion, dawning comprehension, and then a blush so fierce it painted his cheeks a hot pink on the white mask.

“Oh,” he whispered.

“Oh,” he repeated.

“That… kind...”

“Yeah,” you breathed, the tension slowly seeping out of you, replaced by a warm, shaky, fresh desire. “That kind.”

He looked down at his hand positioned on your lower abdomen, almost on your pelvic area, then back at your face. His eyes were big as a puppy’s.

“Did it… not happen? Because I stopped?”

You started to laugh, you couldn’t help it. It bubbled up from your heart; a helpless, wheezing sound that shook your whole body.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, tears pricking your eyes. “And… you stopped right at the best part.”

He looked genuinely devastated.

“I am a fool,” he murmured, his shoulders slumping.

“A clown. I ruined it,” he said, his voice small. He made to pull away entirely, but you caught his wrist.

“You didn’t ruin it, and, well... technically, you’re a clown. Literally!” You said, laughing a little, though your body was still throbbing with unspent, frustrated energy. He was silent for a long moment, just looking at you. The only sounds were the distant screams of people wandering around the circus (maybe while they were being killed, lol). Then, a tiny, hesitant smile touched his painted lips.

“Could we… perhaps… try to find it again? This ‘cooming’? I would very much love to see you writhing with the pleasure I give you, hearing your delicious moans as I'm inside you, seeing your eyes filled with water and love as I fuck your soul. Do you want it? Do you want me?”

You looked at him with shining eyes. Your body already vibrating at his words.

Do you want it?

Do you want him… ?

Author’s Note: thank you for taking the time to read this short, silly scenario! ♡

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[story-blurbs]

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.

[alxtstx]

My poor baby... I'll take care of you now💕🌙🔔 @mewkton

[blurakinox]

Dibujito de Mr. Jingle que tenia tiempo queriendo hacer, siento que pudo quedarme mejor :'3

Personaje del precioso de @mewkton

[rossssketches]

JINGLE 🥀🥀

And my OC Angela 😝 She’s trying to be so nonchalant but we see those kiss marks 🙄 Also since his hands are so big, she couldn’t hold them properly 🤭

And bonus sketch bc she’s an air head

I LOVE HIM, HE’S THE BESTEST BOY. Going to war for him rq brb 🫡

Mr. Jingle is @mewkton OC obvi 🤭🥀 I definitely want to do more with him!! I was thinking a small comic at some point, or just drawing him again bc he’s so fun to draw 💕

[arcanus-persona]

@mewkton <- credit to them, jingle belongs to this legend

I love jingleeeee, he’s a walking giant and I am on my knees 💞, HES SO PRECIOUS I LOVE HIS DESIGN AND EVERYTHING 😭 I WANNA HUG HIM SO BAD

[knivesnkisses]

Twirls my hair and giggles.