Making a pinned post so y'all get a rundown of me and my blog
This blog is 18+. I write SMUT mostly so if you're under age gtfo. (and don't cry in my asks about it. It's the fastest way to get blocked) I draw a lot of fan art of inconsistent quality because I draw on my phone in various states of sobriety and sleep deprivation. If a drawing of mine is significantly better than you expect, it's because I was stoned af probably.
I treat this blog as a general catch-all blog so block #moss shush if you don't wanna see my random thoughts.
I hate AI
I'm transgender, pansexual, and I have an awesome boyfriend.
My interests go where the hyper fixation takes me and I will put up literally no resistance when my attention is grabbed by something else.
I'm probably gonna mention marijuana and being stoned more than once so if that squigs you out go'n get.
I'm very opinionated and stubborn if you have not figured that out yet by reading this.
I WILL hit bigots of ANY kind in the head with a shovel. You're not welcome here and I will hunt you for sport.
Can I offer you all some tfc-flavored autism creatures in this trying time? /silly
Feel free to use! These are just something keeping me busy when I’ve got free time— I wanna make more because these are fun and they bring people joy :3c and I’ve hooked the whole TFC team into loving them
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had a bad low blood pressure moment last night and messily asked my partner for saltines and water before realizing i should probably ask for the Blood Pressure Medication I Need To Take. while they went to go grab it though i still had water and crackers so in a daze i took a swig of water but didnt swallow and then tried to cram 2 saltines in my mouth. full of water. in bed. with mouth full of water
Important note: MC in this is afab, uses they/them pronouns,and doesn't shave. They have breasts and mention normally binding, but due to the heat they've opted not to. If vague mentions of gender dysphoria aren't for you, take a snack on your way out, ILY!
Warnings: yandere behavior, SCENT KINK, teasing, sweat, one sided nudity, light body worship, praise kink, oral sex
It's… hot. Too damn hot. They sit, slumped over in front of their cheap electric fan. How in the world are the circus guys running around covered head to toe in those heavy looking clothes. They remember bumping into Harlequin and Pierrot when they braved the boiling sun a couple hours ago. Somehow they were just as lively as always, Harlequin made a crude comment about being able to see down their tank top and consequently pissed off Pierrot.
They glance down to their chest… they hadn't binded today, it's just too hot. Any clothes they'd wear wouldn't be able to hide their chest anyway. (without giving them a heat stroke...) Neither of them probably noticed their discomfort at what Harlequin said, the two almost immediately started scuffling and they decided to just slip away and get back to their errands. They feel… jealous. Just a little bit. The circus guys wear fun costumes everyday and don't seem to get over heated or even too sweaty. It's a weird experience, being jealous of your clown friends. They'd never admit it aloud, they'll deny it till the day they die, in fact.
They… ugh. It's too hot and they could definitely be giving the little brain power they have to something more interesting on their day off… like… deciding what popsicle flavor they want when they go grab one from the freezer.
That smell, THEIR smell. It's still lingering even now. Why did he have to share it with him of all people. And how DARE he comment on their body!? He's lucky he still has eyes to oggle them… the way the sweat slowly slid down their chest… the gentle shine to their skin. And even hidden behind their deodorant he could smell their body's desperate attempts to cool down. It was intoxicating. Humans are so cute sometimes, hiding their scent, feeling embarrassed when they learn others can smell them. Would they be embarrassed to learn he can find them by scent alone? Would it… excite them? To be hunted, tracked down by something they can do NOTHING to hide… he's sure they would.
Finally looking up, it seems his legs have once again led him straight to the door step of his beloved. Pierrot quickly scales the wall and hopes onto their tiny apartment patio. From out here he can hear a fan going at top speed and the muffled grumblings of what is undoubtedly his dearest. He quietly slips in though the unlocked door and freezes in place upon taking in the sight before him.
The love of Pierrot’s life is sat with their back to him, their skin is practically glowing from the slowly drying moisture across their completely bare body. At this angle he can see as they leisurely lick, and suck, and nibble a bright yellow popsicle. They sigh and lean back, their breasts sliding more to either side of their chest. He watches as a single bead of sweat follows the curve of one, his eyes trail down their chest with it, slowly, teasingly tempting him to get a closer look as it disappears behind their inner thigh. He's too focused on their body to notice them realize he's there, that is, until they shriek and quickly cover themselves with the closest thing to them.
“Oh my god! How long have you been there!?” Their face had turned at least 10 shades redder in the span of seconds. Aaahhh! they're so adorable he could die. He feels his own face get warmer as he begins to frantically plead his case, managing to convince them he had no idea they were nude and to please please please don't kick him out.
They huff, the defensive tension in their shoulders leaving as they shyly adjust their towel. Their hands fidget with the fabric draping their…very warm… very slick… body. It's right there, just barely out of view from him. He's itching to touch them… the fan keeps oscillating between empty air and their wondrous skin, repeatedly assaulting him with their overpowering heat fueled musk. His mouth is watering. He's gingerly made his way to the edge of their bed behind where they're sitting on the floor. Their smell is so much stronger here. They're saying something, asking a question? Asking if he wants something. No he nods, he'll say he's not hungry if they press it, but they don't. In slow motion he watches as they lead against his legs and him in satisfaction.
“Damn ‘roe, how are you not burning up with that big ass frill and hat and shit” his love grumbles. Was that a hint of jealousy?
"Those of us in the circus have always handled the heat and cold fairly well." He states. No need to explain why. They're probably better off not knowing. It's for their own good, of course.
“Mmm… can't relate. I get so irritable when I'm hot…” they look up at him with half closed eyes. They obviously have less energy right now, it's good to know why. His love does not handle the heat well, he notes to himself internally. Oooooohhh but that expression! That tired flushed fuzzy eyed look, all for him! It's adorable!
They hum, closing their eyes and bringing their hands together as they innocently stretch. Innocently… Pierrot watches as their towel slips just a tad. Innocently Pierrot breathes in the overwhelming aroma of them. Innocently he takes a pillow from their bed, and puts it on his lap. Their hands come undone and their unscrunching face relaxes into a light smile. One of their hands finds purpose adjusting the towel over them, the other is allowed to wander. He leans down as they reach for a lock of his hair, allowing them to take it and play with it. They twirl it between their fingers, eventually bringing it to their lips with a playful smile as they give the smooth locks of hair a quick kiss.
His face turns bright red, his hands tremble as his mind races. A million different ways he could take them right here and now. He hears them giggle and he brings his hands to his face in embarrassment.
“My- my dear…” he stutters, " please don't tease me… I don't know how much of it I can take…" he pleads. He doesn't really want them to stop though… he wants more. By the smile on their face, they might not want to stop either.
“You look so cute right now…” they speak quietly, lifting themselves off the floor to stand in front of him. "It's so fun to tease you.~” their hand traces one of his as they speak, encouraging him to move them. " You were this bright red earlier too… Did you get a good view?” They squint with a playfully accusatory tone. They move in closer, their heat and scent getting rapidly stronger.
“I- you- um-" He's stiff as a board, his hands float shakily near their hips, fighting against the desire to grab hold of them and never let go.
" Aw~ you weren't kidding, you're shaking like a leaf.” they take one of his hands and puts it where it has always belonged, the other quickly following its lead.
" This is where you wanted to touch me right? You know, there's no harm in asking for things you want with me, Pierrot.” permission... they're giving him permission to ask something of them. He can't waste this.
" May I… touch you, my dear?” He asks hesitantly. They are eye to eye, he realizes, briefly making eye contact with them. Without a word his hand is guided to their rear. They're still slightly tacky from the heat outside, especially below where the towel shielded them from the fan. The pillow on his lap begins to slip off and he frantically goes to grab it with his free hand. Their towel slips off as his face bumps the fist that loosely held it. A small yelp leaves them as they tumble back a bit in surprise. Together they tumble to the floor.
Pierrot manages to catch himself enough not to crush them, his elbows finding themselves slammed into the rug on either side of his beloved head. He's looming over them… they look so much smaller and more helpless than they did just a second ago. They open their eyes wide, he must look the same, they're just as surprised as he is. Oh but… Ah! They look so cute! Their face is turning red and they're starting to look flustered! Hmmm… they did say there wasn't any harm in him asking for what he wants…
He leans down next to their ear and whispers.
“Are you alright my love?” they nod. “good...May I… worship you, dearest?" His voice is low, gravelly, and undeniably needy. He feels them shiver as they nod again as they look away shyly. His grin stretches wide, sharp teeth receiving themselves for a brief moment before his lips are pressing kisses down their neck.
" You are truly amazing darling… the way you speak…” he presses a kiss to their neck. " The way you move…" he kisses down their chest and stomach. “ The way you smell…” he kisses find their hips. " You'll indulge me, won't you, my dear?” he looks up at them, eyes lidded and a love sick grin has plastered itself onto his blushing face. They don't seem to get it right away, that is until they see him close his eyes and take in a deep breath. His hands play with their lower hairs as his senses are completely enveloped by their scent. It's unbelievably divine! If only he had the words to describe it. His hips have slowly sunk to the floor and now he's subconsciously rubbing himself against it. He can't help his reactions as their hand gently attempts to bring him closer to their dripping sex.
Opening his eyes, he sees his love, flushed face and lidded eyes meet his in a silent plea. How could he ever deny them?~
His tongue slowly slips from his lips and down their slick folds. He moans as he tastes them. This must be what ambrosia tastes like. Despite Pierrot's sweet tooth, he'd choose them for dessert over every and anything else. His cock twitches as they moan above him. His inhuman tongue swirls around their clit, honing in on what patterns get the loudest reaction until…
“Aaah~ just like that- don't stop. God please Pierrot don't stop!” Their thighs clamp around his skull as he repeatedly spells his name against their twitching clit. Praise begins to fall from their divine lips. Endless encouragement pumps into him with the rhythmic waves of their moans. He's rutting against the hard floor and unknowingly leaking precum below him onto his circus uniform. Their taste and smell drowning him. He's losing himself to their pleasure. His sharp teeth prick the flesh he's now being pressed into. An angel is chanting his name like a sacred hymn- no… no HIS angel is moaning his name repeatedly. Are they close? Is he going to make them cum? His tongue fully spills from his mouth, finding their leaking, twitching hole and sliding in. The top of his tongue is still hard at work on their clit as the rest wriggles and pumps in and out of them. If they have it in them to notice the monstrousness of it they don't acknowledge it aloud, instead he's rewarded with wordless babbling moans. Well… nearly wordless.
“S-so good! Ah-ah- good! Good boy- my good boy- mmm!~ so- haaa- so close…” the desperate sounds tumble out of them. Their hands are clinging to whatever they can find, which just so happens to be the end of his hat. They use it to push him harder against their greedy cunt, he's too lost in them to even care. He can taste it before anything else, the delicious tangy ambrosia gushing from just below their erect spasming clit. They just came so hard they squirt, didn't they!? He wants to keep going. Can he make them do that again? They're trembling all over. Fuck- that's so cute! His darling dearest is so so so so so so cute like this! But- aaah they're pushing him away now…
“H-hold on-" they pant out weakly. “That… that was intense…" they're sprawled out on the ground now. The rising and falling of their chest steadily slows as they catch their breath. Pierrot stares at them owlishly from his spot a few inches from their still twitching pussy. From the nose down his mask is absolutely drenched in a combination of their orgasm and their arousal. He will definitely be debating whether to wash his face later… Maybe he can just lick it off before he properly washes his face, Pierrot compromises with himself internally.
Pierrot watches as they quickly fall asleep on the floor. He hesitates for a few minutes before he carefully slips his arms under them and slowly lifts and turns, putting them down onto their bed. He watches them from the floor for several minutes, until he gets the courage to slip onto their bed next to them. He's absolutely DELIGHTED when they instinctually cuddle up to him with a satisfied hum. He's too happy to fall asleep with them, so he stays with them for as long as he can. Grinning ear to ear for many, many hours.
Jealous of my bf. He fell asleep in under 3 minutes... Takes me like an hour (minimum) of imagination time to trick my brain into thinking we're ALREADY asleep.
