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[freakcircusofhorrors]

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[rattetytat]

Wah!

Based of my all-time fave kitty video

[baidao]

My dearest…

if I were like this, would you love me as deeply as I love you?

[p0isonsnake]

Harlequin, how would you handle someone who's easily startled, like someone who jumps when someone comes around a corner when they weren't expecting it? How would you tease them in particular?

the best thing to do. Jumpscare~

[freakcircusofhorrors]

Happy Birthday Pierrot!

I made this illustration in collaboration with @春醴记工作室 Studio! I never imagined seeing so much love and so many beautiful artworks celebrating Pierrot’s birthday! I’m truly delighted!

I also made another fun one as an extra little tribute haha!

By the way, some of you may have seen the earlier post where the symbol on Pierrot’s left arm had the wrong color. That was completely my fault, sorry about that hehe. I was so excited that I let that slip by!

Thank you all so much for the messages for Pierrot!

[nekoboydreams]

Feliz aniversario para Pierrot! Fiz essa imagem em colaboração com o estúdio @春醴记工作室! Nunca imaginei ver tanto amor e belas artes para comemorar o aniversario de Pierrot! Estou encantado! Também fiz outra divertida como mais uma homenagem haha! A proposito, talvez alguns de vocês tenham visto a postagem mais cedo com o símbolo do braço esquerdo de Pierrot da cor errada, Isso foi totalmente minha culpa, desculpem por isso hehe estava tão animado que deixei essa passar! >.> Obrigado a todos pelas mensagens ao Pierrot!

[homelessbb]

The Heat. 🔞

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

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

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

And also bad English in this post too.

Chapter 1/5 :Pierrot

Warning: masturbation, begging, cunnalingus, nipple sucking.

Harlequin,Jester,TicketTaker,Doctor

Pierrot

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

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

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

‘Pierrot.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A dream come true.

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

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

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

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

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

And so he suck it just like a starving infant.

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

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

“M-my lady I’m…huff…c-close.”

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

“My…hic! My love!”

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

“Hah…a…ah–mfh—! My lady…mhmm~!♡”

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

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

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

[freakcircuswives]

I'd absolutely LOVE to see a fic of Pierrot and Harlequin fighting over a pair of MC's used panties. 😭🙏

Enough To Go Around

You wake, rubbing your eyes to reveal the sight of Harlequin and Pierrot standing over your bed, watching you. Not entirely unusual, but in the middle of the night? Did they have no sense of respect?

"What is it now?" you grumbled.

Harlequin flung his arm out, pointing one long, clawed finger at a frowning Pierrot. "You let him have a pair of your used panties? Him? And I didn't even get an offer?"

"He asked, so I obliged," you responded simply.

"But you didn't even ask me if I wanted a pair," Harlequin complained.

"I didn't think it was necessary since Pierrot was the one to ask me."

"Well, I want a pair," Harlequin said, crossing his arms. "I'm asking for a pair now."

"Can you ask nicely?"

Harlequin's jaw clenched as he considered your asking price. He didn't want to be at your mercy in front of Pierrot of all people, but he wanted a pair of your used panties even more.

"Can I please have a pair of your used panties?" Harlequin asked, each word more pointed than the last.

You smirked, more awake now that you had the opportunity to mess with the green clown that always tormented you. "That wasn't very nice, Harlequin. Try again."

Pierrot snicked, covering his mouth with a hand. Harlequin shot him a scathing look, eyes narrowed into slits that promised danger.

Harlequin cleared his throat and pasted a smile on. "May I please have a pair of your used panties?"

You hummed and finally sat up, tilting your head to the side. "I just did laundry; I don't have any, sorry. You'll have to wait."

Pierrot laughed, thoroughly amused with the situation. He pulled the panties you'd given him from his pocket and waved them around dramatically before taking a deep inhale to taunt Harlequin.

Harlequin snarled, but your breath caught. Neither of them missed the sound, their eyes flicking to where you flushed. Pierrot inhaling your most intimate scent so boldly sent a lick of heat down your body, settling right between your legs. You cleared your throat, tongue sliding out to wet your lips that suddenly felt unbearably dry.

Pierrot's pupils were blown out as he stared at you. Harlequin leaned down, resting his hands on the bed as he invaded your personal bubble. He was smiling like the cat that caught the canary, sensing a moment of weakness, of exposure.

"You like that, don't you?" His breath tickled your ear. A shiver trickled down your spine, and you arched your back a little in response. "You like that we're fighting over your panties. You like the way we want to collect them just to have the scent of you. That we're willing to hoard them just to smell you, to taste you if we're feeling fiendish enough."

Your breath came in quick, heavy puffs. You shook your head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No use in denying it now, sweetling," Harlequin purred. "We can see it written all over your face." He took a deep inhale before growling his next words, "We can smell it."

A shaky whimper caught in your throat, audible enough for both clowns to hear. "So what?"

Harlequin returned to his full height, towering over you with a self-satisfied smirk. "So nothing. I'm just stating the obvious. You're as into this as we are."

You sat up on your knees to smack at his chest. "You're just tormenting me again."

Harlequin lifted and dropped a single shoulder in a lazy shrug. You peeked at Pierrot only to find him eying you with a feral gleam in his eyes. You swallowed down another whimper, trying not to expose more than you already have. Pierrot's fist choked your panties as he tried to control himself.

Harlequin said, "I have a solution to this problem."

"What?" you asked, suspicious of his next words.

"You have a used pair of panties on you right now," Harlequin pointed out, gesturing to your exposed legs.

You slept in a big shirt and underwear. Nothing else. You hadn't noticed how exposed you'd become between the two because you were too busy being teased by Harlequin to pay yourself much mind.

"You want this pair?"

Harlequin nodded, his eyes now matching Pierrot's—the two predators closing in on their prey. "They're used and you don't need them if you're sleeping. Pierrot already has a pair, so I think this a perfect solution to our dilemma."

You glanced between the two before rolling your eyes. "Whatever," you mumbled, reaching under your shirt to slide your panties down. "If you need it that bad, then..."

You paused, frozen as you bent over, your panties down to your knees. You blinked. There was a wet spot in your panties that wasn't there when you woke up. You slid them off the rest of the way, letting them dangle off a finger as you shook them around for emphasis.

"This was your plan all along," you declared, pointing at Harlequin.

He'd latched onto Pierrot's action too quickly, too abruptly. He pounced on the opportunity, escalating it to get a reaction out of you that would benefit him. And when he was sure it'd worked, he immediately backed out, giving you space.

Harlequin's head tilted to the side—the picture of innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, parroting your earlier words back to you.

You huffed and shoved the panties at him. "Fine. Here. You got what you wanted and a little more. You're welcome, by the way."

Harlequin gently grabbed them from you, smiling as he said, "Thank you."

Harlequin's thumb grazed the wet spot, and before you could do or say anything to object, he lifted his thumb to his mouth, forked tongue darting out to lick off the wetness he'd collected. He hummed as his tongue disappeared in his mouth.

"Delectable," he purred.

Pierrot rushed around the bed like a cartoon character with steam blowing out of their ears. He grappled Harlequin and the two wrestled around on the ground, arguing about fairness.

You continued staring wide-eyed, mouth agape, and entirely bottomless, ignoring the bickering and fighting. You'd been played by a clown.

[freakcircuswives]

MTL likely to read you a bedtime story

Most

Jester

He loves reading stories to you. Whether you need it to fall asleep or not, he adores laying down in his dimly-lit, quiet isolation of his tent. He'll alter his voice to fit different characters, and sometimes, if he's in a good mood and the two of you have time, Jester will depict the story through shadow puppets dancing along the wall of his tent. To him, it's an intimate act. In a way, it's a love language for him, and he appreciates when you enjoy his stories.

Ticket taker

Ticket taker loves to read. He appreciates a detailed, vivid narrative, and when you bring up the idea of him reading to you, he lights up. (Well, at least as much as he can light up.) You're not in the mood to read, so you ask him to read to you. With your head in his lap, his free hand playing with your hair, Ticket taker successfully masks his excitement as he reads from the book clutched in his hand. Eventually, the two of you make a habit out of it, and he enjoys every moment.

Pierrot

Pierrot reads to you for the intimacy and the sweetness and the bonding. He enjoys his quality time with you and this is a wonderful way for the two of you to relax. And after each story you can discuss your favorite characters, and sometimes even cry if something devastating happens. But honestly, he doesn't care which one of you is reading (you or him; you could even take turns), Pierrot just loves spending time with you and will take any opportunity to cuddle and listen to your voice. Or watch you fall asleep.

Doctor

He'll read to you if you ask him, but he won't come up with the idea on his own, nor will he turn it into a habit. And he doesn't prefer fiction at all, so don't expect any whimsical stories or fantastical dragons. If Doctor reads to you, it will be something educational. Perhaps a nonfiction book. Or maybe his recent research findings. Or possibly even a recent article he uncovered. Pretty easy to fall asleep to, though...as long as it isn't a topic that piques your interest. (Though, he would strongly appreciate it if you read to him. No matter what it is.)

Harlequin

Harlequin is not literate. I'm kidding! He can read just fine, but he doesn't find enjoyment in the activity. He'd rather cause trouble or tease you or fight Pierrot or fuck you. If you ask him to read you a story, he might oblige, but it'll be a one time occurrence, so don't expect it to happen regularly...or ever again.

Least

[scarecrowboo]

Good morning/day/afternoon/evening, I hope you're doing good. I'm new to asking anonymously and fan-fic requests so and I made sure to check if requests are open, so sorry if I overstepping. I'm curious to see your thoughts on TFC characters and who'd their ideal partner would be. I'm trying to see if I can score with my fav members 🙂‍↕️ (Me at my least delusional moment LMAO :3c)

I saw some people put emojis for their anons if they asked more things. If so, can I be 🐾? (It may not be a flower but still is a nature themed emoji) Thank you! ☺️✨

Hello! It's getting to be evening while writing this, hehe. 🐾 is free! No need to fit a theme, I love alllll my anons :D And don't worry, you;ve not overstepped at all.

Though to be completely honest, they would like you matter how you look or act. At least Pierrot would. It's been said my Neko that MC's appearance does not matter to them, and as long as you are a kind individual, you will be accepted! You are MC, and they love MC, so don't worry about not scoring. :)

That being said, I suppose I could throw a couple thoughts down!

For Pierrot, it really doesn't matter who you are or how you look. Because of that, he focuses more on his darling's personality. He would much prefer someone who is kind and gentle, who gives him the love he so desperately needs. He'll fit any dynamic you want; you just need to tell him. Shy and meek? Bold and assertive? Somewhere in-between? He'll be however you want him to be, and because of that, you need to be able to have restraint and good morals. Just don't make him do things that will distress him or make his life more difficult than it needs to be, and he'll love you to death and beyond.

Harlequin... He would be a little pickier, but it's also based off of personality. I don't think he'd like someone that doesn't allow him to have his fun. He knows that he can be rude and annoying, he's self-aware, but when his dear keeps shooting his teasing down purely because they don't want him doing it, he will lose interest fast. Of course you're allowed to be annoyed with him, that's nothing new, but taking it so seriously will drive him off. Maybe tease him back or tell him what things he does that make you especially uncomfortable; he will listen. He wishes to tease and play, but he doesn't want to hurt you, but being bitten at for poor communication or outbursts will not want him to stay. Allow him the freedom to be a little pest, he will make it worth your while to have patience.

Ticket taker is pretty straight-forward: stick between the lines. Follow instructions swiftly and you will gain his favor. Disobedience drives him up the wall in no time, especially when you do it on purpose. He can understand mistakes or misunderstandings, he has the patience for that, but irking him for the goal of pissing him off? It will take a lot for you to gain his bias again. Though, if you want to be a little brat just for fun, it will have to be on a smaller scale. So long as you be a little pest to him alone and not cause any particular harm, he will be willing to give correction instead of reprimands. A thorough correction.

Jester would be a little pickier than the others. While he doesn't like humans for obvious, and rather valid reasons, he makes an exception for you. To keep this exception, like with TT, you need to understand your place. Be on your best behavior, be very good to his family, and don't dare to be a problem. He will give you more leniency as time goes on and trust builds, so don't try to test that. He loves you, trust him, but his family and little slice of safety will always come first. If you were to become friends with the others, you will gain many a point with him, especially if you defend them (ie. keeping an eye of Pierrot for when people hurt him, making sure nobody tries to cause trouble for Harlequin or intimidate TT, ect.).

It would be pretty easy for Doctor to like you, just like Pierrot. He, like the others, need you to not be a danger, but due to his size and strength, Doc isn't all that worried about you. In all honesty, he would like for you to be weak around him, vulnerable. He enjoys being the one to help protect and drive off danger, and if you allow him to do so around you, the honor will be cherished. Sure, you don't have to leave everything bare to him but allow him to help when you are comfortable. When or if you don't and stay closed off to him, he won't necessarily be hurt, but he will be bothered. Does he not give you the safety you need? Do you not trust him enough? What, do you really think he'd hurt you of all people? It's upsetting, truly, even after doing his best to understand.

[scarecrowboo]

Eepy... So sleepy.... and so cold... TFC drabble/headcannons be upon ye.

Notes/tags: Fluffy sleepy stuff with Pierrot because I lub himb. Honestly self indulgent so might not be the most relatable thing. If others like this enough I might make another one of these but with the other boys! Oh, I also didn't fully proofread this so if there's mistakes I blame my sleepy brain

If you're anything like me, you are perpetually sleepy. Not even tired, just... sleepy. Not really ready to sleep, just wanting to get warm and cozy to doze.

Pierrot would love that about you.

You wanna curl up under blankets? He's already grabbing your favorite ones.

Got plushies you wanna cuddle with? He's got them right here, give them a hug! Don't forget about hugging him, too.

Warm drink? Comfy show? Favorite YouTuber? Podcast? Snacks? Done and done and done, he'll get them allllll ready.

However you like to spend your sleepy times, Pierrot wants to be right next to you. He'll cuddle up with you and do his best not to shake from the excitement. After all, this is the time to be drowsy and soft, not the time to address the devastating love he feels scorching him from the inside out. So, he'll hold you close to his side, tuck his face next to yours, and simply be.

If you're also like me and have a near-constant sore back and neck, tell Pierrot. He's very strong and deft with his fingers, and I imagine he'd be pretty good at giving massages! He'd be having to restrain himself in more ways than one while doing it, though. His heart feels like it's going to burst from love every time he touches you, so he must be careful not to dig his claws into your warm skin, no matter how badly he wants to leave a mark. Besides that, he's very strong as I've mentioned, and he needs to be aware of how much pressure he's putting on you. Because of that, he might be a little quiet to concentrate, but don't forget to praise him for doing such a good job! If he was a dog, his tail would wag to hell and back if you told him that it felt great.

While still on the subject for massages, give him one as well! I imagine he probably had tension in his hands, wrists, and upper body, so a lovely massage to our lovely boy would leave him a mushy mess in your hands. Also! Head massage! Give him a head massage! Brush his hair back and go slowly, so gently that he can barely think about anything else but you. His horns themselves aren't very sensitive, but I'd think that the skin around them is a bit tender. Give those tender spots some TLC and this man is done for; he'll purr and hum in contentment while laying his full weight on you like an overgrown cat getting chin scritches.

By the by, make some snackies for him as well! We know he loves milkshakes and cappuccinos, but he'd like a simple latte or cocoa to sip on as well. Plus sweet and warm foods! Side note, I know he's Brazilian and is a fan of some Brazilian desserts, but as a Mexican I wanna throw in that he'd love strawberry and caramel empanadas! Plus some jericallas and bunuelos, he'd find those tasty. Also, he'd cut someone for a De La Rosa, just saying.

I think the circus members sleep less than a human does/needs, so while Pierrot would definitely fall asleep with you if you wanted a nap, he'd likely wake up before you. Fine by him, gives him another opportunity to watch you while you sleep so soundly in his arms. He'll stroke your head so sweetly, whispering like a maniac while his eyes were shaped into those golden hearts. You're never more his than when you sleep by him.

[lnzlnz]

[freakcircuswives]

Since you did the circus troupe reacting to pregnancy, how about their parenting? How would they treat their kid(s)? Would they be on good or bad terms while growing up? Only if you wanna ^^

Headcanon: TFC Parenting

Pierrot

2 girls, 1 boy

The second you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s in love. The second you give birth to the eldest child, he’s in love. The second pops out, he’s in love. The youngest finally comes, and he’s in love. Moral of the story: Pierrot is filled to the brim with love and can’t seem to contain it at any milestone.

The love is constantly pouring out of him. Through every doctor’s visit, through every birthday party, and even through every sleep-deprived midnight feeding. Every child is a new experience and a happy journey. 

One thing about Pierrot—he doesn’t play favorites with his children. He’s almost equal with them to a fault. On random days throughout the year he takes them out on a special dad + child bonding outing. They each get two. Not counting their birthdays, of course. That’s an entirely different celebration. 

And it’s a big one, trust. He goes all out. Who knew Pierrot could throw a rager, you know?

Well, he’ll do literally (LITERALLY) a n y t h i n g for his children. He’ll get them what they want before they can even utter the words. When they’re older, it almost starts to freak them out because even at their most rebellious and unpredictable, it’s like he can read their minds.

And his favorite thing to do when they’re teenagers is read their minds before they do something they know they’re not supposed to do. If one (or more of them) sneak out in the middle of the night, Pierrot will appear, smiling cheerily, little hearts in his eyes. “Why hello, my little lovelies. I didn’t want to miss out on the fun, so I’m here to join you.”

Part of it is punishment for sneaking out, part of it is his need for protection, and the last part…he just genuinely wants to spend time with them and doesn’t want to miss a second of fun. In the end, however, it deters them from sneaking out, so he kills two birds (three birds?) with one stone.

Harlequin

2 girls 

This guy…he’s giving stereotypical cool dad energy, and he’s not even trying to. Most of the time, at least. He’s just very casual with his parenting, especially as they get older. He’s a big fan of letting them explore the world and learn things through experience.

But that’s not to say he’s not watching from afar…much like he did (and does) for you. Harlequin doesn’t hover, he doesn’t nag, and he doesn’t enact strict rules or guidelines. It’s more so learning as you go.

But he’s always watching from afar, always watching to protect his girls and make sure the real freaks and monsters of this world don’t ruin their experience as they learn and explore. And any that threaten them are handled promptly.

When they’re young, Harlequin enjoys teaching them circus acts. He uses his puppets to tell them age-appropriate stories; he teaches them how to do spins and cartwheels and simple acrobatic maneuvers. 

He likes dressing them up in costumes that match his own and decorating them in little hearts. And he absolutely adores the matching hearts in their dark curly hair that they inherited from him. Every time he sees them he snickers to himself, proud that they have a piece of him. 

But honestly, he’s actually not that cool, especially to his children. As the two get older, they realize he’s always watching and constantly complain about him being creepy. “Why can’t you just worry about us out in the open and question us like a normal dad?” 

Harlequin rolls his eyes. As if he’d ever want to be like a human father. The thought alone makes his lip curl with disgust. Why would they want a normal dad? He tries not to be too offended by it, but he does come pouting to you on more than one occasion, overcome with insecurity. Something he struggled with when he met you.

But despite all their complaints and bickering, Harlequin loves them and they love him. And when they’re upset or worried or scared they go to him like they did when they were little, looking to him to help solve their problems.

Doctor

1 boy

Doctor struggles the most while adapting to parenthood. It’s not that parenthood in itself is difficult for him, it’s more so the extreme shift in his priorities and his routine. He’s so used to losing himself in his word—and eventually you—that splitting his time further is jarring at first. 

He always helps, but he struggles to connect to fatherhood at first, something he was too afraid to confide in you about at first. Out of shame and guilt. But after an emotional discussion with you and a long talk between feedings, he finally divulged his struggle. 

It wasn’t easy, but the two of you worked through it, and, in the end, overcoming the struggle brought the two of you closer. And Doctor was finally able to bond with his son through connecting to fatherhood. 

The shame and guilt dissipated and in its wake, he found happiness and an easy sort of calm. Fatherhood helped him slow down, and it introduced new challenges and learning experiences that widened his perspective of the world. And of himself—of you. 

It also brought him closer to his troupe in a way he hadn’t expected. Having a child helped him deepen his capacity for connection. 

His son is more like you than him, but that only makes him love his only child more. He can appreciate all the things he loves about you in a new, unique individual. His son isn’t interested in medical jargon or sharp, dangerous tools. Nor does he show much fascination with the circus.

But despite this, Doctor bonds with his son over their shared curiosity. They aren’t necessarily curious about the same things, but they connect over their wonder of things. They like to flip things over and over in their minds, turning every stone to uncover all possible details. 

Sometimes the two sit in silence, pondering separate topics, only occasionally sharing a thought or posing a random question. But this is how they prefer it. Quiet, contemplative, focused. All you can do is smile and leave them to their thinking.

Jester

1 girl

The proudest dad of any. Couldn’t be more proud. When she says her first word? Applause and cheering. Her first steps? A party. Her first performance? Any and all toys she could possibly ask for. Adores her and calls her his little princess. 

Because she is. Jester is royalty—a monarch—as far as he is concerned, and his one and only daughter is the most beautiful princess in all the land. 

And she is obsessed with her father, always dressing in extravagant clothes colored in different shades of purple. Wherever he goes, she is not far behind. When she’s younger, she’ll skip beside him, hand in his. And when she’s older, she loops her arm through his.

Together, no matter the age, they’re a picture of elegance, always drifting into a room with poise and an undeniable talent to draw all eyes to them. She is in his eyes perfect and nothing short of his greatest creation. 

The older she gets, the more she wants to be like Jester. She becomes ingrained in the circus, learning to perform, to dance, to tell stories. She becomes well versed in all sorts of acts, though she lands on being an acrobat, enjoying her time in the air more than on the ground.

Occasionally, Jester joins her for a performance—a special treat for the audience, of course, but more so a special bonding moment for them. Most of the time, however, they each take to the stage on their own, enjoying their moment in the spotlight.

Overall, Jester finds himself to naturally slip into a father figure role given his leadership of the circus. And with his daughter, he finds a purpose deeper than the circus, deeper than his past, deeper than himself. His troupe will always be his family, but he daughter becomes the light of his life and his reason for living.

Ticket taker

1 girl, 1 boy

Ticket taker is much less strict with his children than people would initially believe. He has rules and regulations for his children, of course, but he’s hardly strict with them. He “accidentally” forgets to enforce them at times and allows them to get away with more than they should.

Ticket taker can’t help the absolute, all-consuming, mushy soft spot he has for his children. To him, they’re perfect angels that can do no wrong, and this baffles everyone around him. 

He doesn’t let them get away with things per say. At least not when it comes to you or him, but if they give their clown uncles some attitude or trouble, then he looks the other way, finding it more amusing than anything.

Plus, he believes it to be a good bit of karma for all the trouble they’ve given him over the years.

However, though Ticket taker might not be strict with his children, he’ll be fiercely protective. To the death (unsurprisingly). The second they complain about someone it’s handled. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone that puts his children in danger, even if it’s verbal threats. 

Ticket taker enjoys teaching them the way of the world and passing along his knowledge. And his children learn to appreciate and enjoy those lessons, soon adopting a similar thirst for intelligence and knowledge that their father has. 

You’ll often find him reading to them when they’re little, one kid on each leg, the book between them as Ticket taker recites the words. He won’t admit it to anyone except you, but he enjoys doing voices for different characters to entertain the kids. 

When they get older, their education becomes more important to him, and surprisingly, he tries to urge them away from the circus. Away from the life he's lived and the unfortunate experiences tied to it. 

In the end, he wants the best for his children and will do ANYTHING necessary to give them a good life.

[riranzu]

Soooo you know the scenario about pierrots horns being sensitive and my comment about riding him while holding his horns can you maybe possibly write itt

— ride me!

pierrot x f!reader.

synopsis: it was supposed to be an innocent encounter, but pierrot wanted you so badly, and you end up riding him and making him a mess by holding his sensitive horns. tags: mdni, nsfw, femdom (sort of), cowgirl, creampie, dirty talks, overstimulation. wc: 1.7k.

this encounter was supposed to be an innocent one. you planned to spend time with pierrot after yet another shift, hug him tightly and complain about customers who were rude to you. you even picked up a movie, the one that can be interesting for pierrot as well. you wanted a romantic date in the dim light of your tiny apartment, because it was everything you needed.

but pierrot had another idea in mind. he didn’t know the reasons, but his body ached for you more than usual. he was good at reigning his desires most of the time, being considerate of your state and circumstances. yeah, he wanted you all the time. if he was given an opportunity, he probably could please you for days without any breaks, but he held back due to your weak, human body which was unable to cope with his monstrous passion.

tonight, anyway, he acted different, his skin felt hot from the moment he opened his eyes at the hotel. pierrot was restless, he saw you in his dreams, and you were amazing. he was sure she could hear your needy moans even if he moved through the day, acting like a proper little clown, but his mind was elsewhere. he couldn’t care less about harlequin’s jokes and attempts to rile him up. no one existed in his world, except you.

so when you came back home, he was already here. you didn’t have time to ask how the fuck he entered your apartment since he didn’t have keys because his lips covered yours. and you didn’t have to be a genius to sense a strong need in the way his tongue moved around your lower lip, demanding for an entrance. he was gentle, he was careful, but he’d be damned if he didn’t taste you all right now. he’d go crazy if he didn’t have you on the bed, naked and moaning for him.

he was more impatient than he usually was. it took him about… one minute to throw you on the bed, but not before he tore off your clothes, including your underwear. he whispered something about buying a new one, because the poor fabric didn’t handle his rough claws, and you managed to see pathetic scraps on the floor before you were distracted by his skilled touch again (despite being a virgin before meeting you, he was a quick learner).

he was just quick. he made you cum in the matter of seconds, and it drove him to madness. not giving you a single opportunity to take a break, he had you on top of him – breathless, with your cheeks flashed, with your gaze darkened with lust. and, what was more essential than any of these, you wanted more, you wanted to indulge in his every whim.

“ride me,” pierrot asked. now, it wasn’t a simple request. it was a plea, it was a pray for your mercy, he wanted you so bad it physically hurt him not to be inside you.

you had hesitated only for a second, before slowly but surely you sunk down on his length. the stretch was painful – pierrot had a big, thin dick, and he couldn’t do anything about it. his heart clenched when he was a flicker of discomfort across his face. a small frown tugger at the corner of his lips, and the pleasure from your warm walls hugging tightly was clouded by his concern.

whine escaped his lips anyway, his hands rushed to your hips, holding your steadily. as much as he was dying to slam into your awaiting heat in one thrust to the hilt, he didn’t want to hurt you. he was a monster, but his personality was reduced to a devoted worshiper.

“slower, my lady, take it slower if you need to,” he whispered, caressing your hips and leaving hot, open-mouth kisses all over your neck. it was his way to soothe your pain, and it always worked perfectly well, and this time wasn’t an exception.

pushing aside any remains of the discomfort, you started moving your hips. slowly, sorely slowly, but you couldn’t force yourself to wait any longer. even if you wanted this encounter to be pure and innocent at first, pierrot had a knack for waking up your desperate, needy side. and once you tasted his caresses, you always ached for more and more. and it didn’t matter what he gave to you: a simple kiss, a gentle nip on your shoulder, or a demanding squeeze of your waist. everything could set your body on fire.

throwing his head back, pierrot hissed through his clenched teeth. his grip on your hips became tighter, but he didn’t control any of your movements, he let you take control because that’s what he wanted, that’s what he needed more than he needed air to breath.

“fuck, my lady, you make me feel so good… your walls squeeze me so tight, you want to milk me dry, don’t you, my love?” he whined, and he didn’t last even a minute before his gaze was on you again, watching your face as you rode him.

pierrot was the egoist when it came to you, and his ego grew with every moan you let out. your hips moved faster; with every thrust, you took him a little deeper, and pierrot had to bite his lower lip until it bled to keep from flipping you over and taking control himself.

“faster,” he begged, unaware of how painfully your thighs were burning from that position. “my lady, you’re torturing me. faster, i beg you, move faster”.

“i can’t,” you whimpered pathetically, and as he thrusted his hips to meet your movements halfway, it made you stumble, and you almost lost your balance, but gladly you found something to hold to hold onto.

your fingers wrapped around his horns, you touched a sensitive part of his body, and pierrot let out the most pitiful, high-pitched moan you had ever heard from him. he fell back onto the pillows. his body no longer obeyed him. he was at your mercy, and you knew how to handle your precious man.

“please…” he sobbed, looking at you with the tears in his half-lidded eyes. “please, my lady… don’t stop… touch me more, i’m all yours…”

you didn’t hear him. you couldn’t hear him. but the tone of his voice echoed as a burning hit in your lower abdomen. riding him mercilessly, you leaned closer, your hard nipples were pressed against his scarred chest, and pierrot jolted, his hands fell on the bedsheet, grabbing fabric.

you moved on the pure intincts alone, and your hands didn’t leave his horns even for a second. you grabbed them tighter when the tip of his dick touched that spongy spot inside your pussy, forcing loud moans from both of you. then you caressed them gently, wanting nothing but soothe him. this gesture was supposed to tell him that you were there, that he made you feel so good, but he didn’t get the implications of that because he was absorbed with pleasure and desire to fill you to the brim.

the rough texture of his horns stung, but you didn’t pay attention to this fact. gripping them tighter, you gradually moved your hips faster and faster, ignoring the burning sensation in your thighs. you were close. and pierrot was close too, judging by how eagerly he thrust his hips toward you.

“so good... my lady, i’m so close, you... i want to mark you so badly. i want you driping with my seed for days, i.. please, squeeze me, squeeze me, please, please,” he managed to whisper between strained moans.

at this point, he didn’t have a clue about what he was begging to. did he want you to squeeze his dick? or did he want you to squeeze his horns? or maybe did he want you to squeeze both his horns and dick? but you decided what he needed. you, despite being in a haze of need and pleasure, solved this little problem of his, driving him mad.

he arched in his back when your walls pulsated around his cock, your hands gripped his horns tighter as you stopped. your orgasm crashed you as a vivid wave, your vision went blank and your body shuddered violently. and pierrot followed you quickly, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

streams of his semen painted your contracting walls white. he finally found the strength to grab your hips and hold you still... even though you were already frozen in place. but he needed every single drop to be inside you. every single one. even if he came a lot and the biggest part of his white liquid dripped down your thighs, onto his pelvis.

you probably came to your senses after about five minutes. and for those five minutes, you lay on pierrot, holding onto his horns, while he stroked your thighs with soothing movements. your thighs stopped burning, but you couldn’t move away anyway, because his grip on you was firm.

“are you okay, my lady?” pierrot asked you gently. “do you want me to bring you something? should i give you massage or a bottle of water?”

when you let go of his horns, you heard his disappointed sigh, which made you smile. pierrot had always been incredibly sweet and silly during your intimate moments. he almost pouted, because he couldn't stand the loss of your warmth all over his body, but he couldn’t really complain. he was still inside you, after all.

“no, it’s fine. after all, we’re not done yet, aren’t we?” you said teasingly, ad his disappointment quickly morphed into pure, childish happiness.

but didn’t expect him to take control. he wanted you to ride him, holding his horns, again.

[17zuzui19]

[freakcircusofhorrors]

AMA 2 – Answers Part 5 1/2

New batch of AMA answers! I think from this point on I started selecting some highlighted questions that include lore to help you all out a bit!

Also, about the next comic, the theme voted on Patreon is Harlequin’s Pet, a short comic telling about this event. It includes some lore and a bit of angst, so be prepared! -- Português Nova coletânea de respostas do AMA! Acho que a partir desse ponto eu comecei a separar algumas perguntas de destaque que tenham lore para ajudar um pouco vocês!

Também sobre a próxima comic, o tema votado no Patreon é o pet de Armequim, uma breve comic contando sobre esse acontecimento, contem um pouco de lore e angústia nessa história, então estejam preparados!

[nekoboydreams]

Official AMA part 1

[rudrouh]

POV: After some AMA

Someone help @nekoboydreams ...

His excuses to Jester are running out!

[konknonbi]

♥️⭐“Why?? Hah... because I love you, my dear!! ”

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this scene makes me feral rahhh