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Hey y'all! Sorry for the inactivity, been caught up with work, life, love, and my inability to focus on multiple hobbies. But! It's time to get back in the saddle and start brewing some of my headcanons!
I also subscribe to the idea of the boys' horns being sensitive, although I like to think it's different for all of them, so here's a mini drabble for the boys when you touch their horns during intimate moments.
The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors.
Pierrot
"M-my dear, p-please let me-" Pierrot's trembling words were swiftly cut off with a gasp as your cheeks hallowed out around his cock.
He never expected you to suck him off, let alone pounce on him almost the second he sat down on your bed. His lanky torso bent over you, his eyes studying every detail of your body. The way you rest on your knees, the curve of your ass, the way you worked his shaft with both of your hands, the way your tongue teased his tip, the way you'd switch between licking from his balls to tip to suddenly taking in as much as you could in your mouth.
You were playing a dangerous game with him and you had no idea you were playing.
Whimpers and groans left his lips as he took in the moment, his knot gradually inflating with your efforts. Drool was starting to drip off of his masked grin, orange hearts occasionally meeting yours when you flicked your eyes to his. You reached up to his cheek lightly caressing it lovingly before you took his tip fully into your mouth again.
"My A-angel, you are simply divine," his words slipped out of him breathlessly, almost as if he was pledging his devotion to you.
Your hand wandered up towards his hair, brushing it out of his face as you gripped the base of his knot tighter, causing his hips to strain against the urge to buck into you deeper. Your hand lightly grazed the base of his horns and that's when you heard fabric tearing. You glanced up at him as you sucked down onto his cock, his face a beautiful shade of red, his eyes closed as he lowered his head closer to your hand, his breath hitching as you traced every bump and ridge of the base of his horn. Sinful whimpers and groans slipping through his ragged breaths. His eyes cracked open to meet yours, pinprick hearts gradually dilated as his grin widened.
Your mouth left his cock with an audible pop as you checked on him. He was an absolute wreck, panting like a beast, sweat pooling on his body, his eyes never left yours as he growled in desperate frustration above you. You glanced at his hands and found the source of the noise, his clawed hands grasped at your sheets so tightly they shredded as if they were tissues, looking closer you could see that your mattress was also a casualty in your exploration.
"My darling, I need you to do that again. I need it more than I need air to breathe, please, oh please please please," pants and groans occasionally interrupted his words. His cock throbbing rhythmically, a soft amber glaze steadily seeping out of the flared head.
You grinned as you readied to take his length into your mouth again before he grasped your shoulders firmly.
"No, my love, my horns. Please. Touch them, grope them, fondle them, please, do anything to them, I need-" his train of thought seemingly derailed as he pulled you up to stand.
"I've got a better idea, my darling," a lustful chuckle erupted from his throat as he laid on his back, guiding you to kneel over his chest.
"I want to pleasure you in the same way you did me, but I want you to grind on my horns too, I need you to use me, I need your body to quiver above me as I worship your very core. Please, honor me with your divinity?"
His tongue slithered out of his fanged grin, lapping at the sweat that accumulated on his cheek, almost inviting you to the best seat in the house.
Harlequin
"Such a filthy little thing, aren't you?" Harlequin enunciated your new petname with deeper more forceful thrusts, his larger cock driving deep inside of your body while his second cock rubbed against your sensitive core, the slight ribbing sending you over the edge for who knows how many times now.
"That makes six now, my dear" he mockingly laughed as your body tensed around him, your legs straining to close shut against his tentacles, pleading for freedom. "I do enjoy seeing you unravel for me," he leaned down to trace his forked tongue across a bare spot on your neck before sinking his teeth into your delicate skin.
Your back arched causing his jaws on your neck to tighten, his thrusts growing more feral at your struggle to contain yourself. Your hands snaked behind his head tangling in his curls as he chuckled.
Your fingers kept combing through until you reached the base of his horns, without even thinking about it you gripped the backs of them holding on to him for dear life as he slammed his hips into yours, an uncharacteristic moan ripping from his throat as his cocks pulsed in and against you, shooting cum deep inside of you and in between the two of you. His hips straining to keep himself deep inside of you as if his life depended on it.
After catching your breath you experimentally rubbed his horns causing another weak moan to slip out against your neck, his body trembling into yours, practically melting into you.
"I do enjoy seeing you unravel for me too, Quin," you teasingly traced your fingertips from the underside of the base towards the tip causing his back to arch up off of your torso, his cocks twitching with new motivation.
"You," he stifled a groan that dared to slip past his bravado, "you have no idea what you're doing do you?"
"I'm a quick learner," you grinned at him as his eyes pleaded for any semblance of mercy.
You decided against it.
You suddenly gripped his horns at the base and gently yet firmly guided his head back, exposing his neck to you. You returned the favor as you licked from his collarbone up towards his pulse point.
"W-wait, my dear, I-"
You sank your teeth into his neck and bit hard enough to draw his blood, your hands stroking his horns, memorizing every detail, every movement his body makes, every sinful whimper and moan catalogued for future teasing.
His hips pulled away from you pitifully before sloppily rutting back inside, one of his hands braced against the bed as the other supported your back as he allowed himself this indulgence.
"M-more, please," he gasped, taking every bit of willpower in him to keep chasing his high.
You detached from his skin before switching sides, biting once again with enough force to cause blood to drip down in between the two of you, his ropes pulling your legs farther apart as his thrusts became more desperate.
You alternated between grabbing his horns and using them as handles to essentially jacking them off, using his moans as a guide to his own demise.
You pulled away from his skin and leaned into his supporting hand, his eyes cracked open seeing his blood covering your lips and dripping down your chin, watching your face contort into pleasure as he railed you with as much fervor as the first orgasm he gave you. He watched as your tongue licked away some of his blood, your lidded eyes making contact with his own pinpricks.
"F-Fuck!!" He cranked his head back as he filled your body with more of his cum, his second cock shooting cum with enough force to cover your face and tongue, mixing with his blood on your sinful lips. His whimpers matched every throb and shiver his body mustered.
"That makes- that makes two now, you filthy little thing," you mocked in between you catching your breath.
Harlequin couldn't help but smile, a shaky laugh escaping his frantic lungs.
If there's one thing y'all should know about me, it's the fact that I fuck with breeding kinks to an unhealthy and concerning level. Thank the stars for morning after pills and birth control for allowing me to indulge in my primal lizard brain.
I added some Portuguese in this one and I just want to preface this by saying I did use a translator, so apologies if the translation/meaning aren't correct. Please tell me if I got the meanings/intentions wrong! Edit: Biggest fattest slioppiest forehead kisses to @xtheiznvenyx ,@worshipping-blue and @lonelybunnymuse for helping me with the correct vocabulary for Portuguese! The changes have been made thanks to y'all's help!
Tags: NSFW (obviously), Gender Neutral Reader, Breeding, Knotting, Tentacles, Oviposition, Pet Play, Marking, Size Difference, Blood, not proofread we let the coochie write this one before work
The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors.
One double order of sin coming up!
Pierrot
"Please, my love, one more. One more time, I need to fill you to the brim with my essence."
The sinful squelching of his knot filling you and popping back out drowned out your exhausted whimpers. His cock steadily pulsating more of his amber tinted cum into your abused hole.
"I need to make you mine in every way imaginable." He huffed out, not from exhaustion, but passion. "I will defy our biologies and fill you with my young, our young. Oh the thought of starting a family with you is so intoxicating."
He guides your legs to wrap around his waist as he leans down to your sweat soaked neck, using his tongue to sample his hard work. The new angle causing his cock to brush against your sore sweet spot causing you to clench around him. His cock twitched in reply before he slammed his hips into yours, his balls meeting your ass with a wet clap.
"Oh? Does that excite you too, my dear? The thought of starting a family with a beast like me?" He chuckles against your tender, bite riddled skin, his delirium sinking its own teeth into his actions as he pistons ruthlessly into you again.
Your new tightness from overstimulation barring his knot from entry as he desperately knocks for entry. Your bed moaning in tandem with your hoarse throat as your sweet clown indulges his desires. His groans twisting into animalistic growls as his pace staggers and his cock straining against the confines of your walls, your stomach bulging at the overwhelming size and volume of his cock and cum.
Pierrot lets out a strained groan before sitting up from your neck and roughly grabbing your thighs. With ease he moves you onto your knees and pins your shoulders to the bed, the motion of his cock twirling in your guts leaving you trembling and limp.
"Me desculpe, meu amor. Preciso te engravidar direito. Preciso te fazer minha. Minha. Toda minha." His honeyed words a stark comparison to his feral demeanor, his fangs barred, drool streaming out of the corners of his mask.
He grips your hips with his free hand as he fully sheathes himself again, the new angle nearly sending him over the edge as he throws his head back in bliss.
"Fomos feitos um para o outro, meu amor. Dedicarei-me a você e aos nossos filhos. Nenhum mal jamais acontecerá a você ou à nossa família."
He uses your hips as a handle as he fucks you onto his cock, meeting his thrusts with a desperate fervor. His knot swelling again, preparing for another dose of his attempt to defy nature and make his dreams come true.
He hovers above you, his claws gripping you tighter, the stinging sensation of his talons piercing your fragile skin adding to your building orgasm. "I can feel you tightening up again, my heart. Are you going to cum again? Please, I need to feel you coil around me again."
He lets out another feverish laugh as he grabs your ass with both hands, ruthlessly pounding into your body. His grip breaking skin as crimson mixes with sweat and drool.
"Oh, my darling," he chokes out, his hips losing their rhythm as the aroma of your blood fills his body in the same way as he fills your walls. His hips slamming into yours as he wraps his arms around your waist.
His knot demands entry as he firmly thrusts against you, his need to fill you overwhelming as he hurriedly stretches your hole. His cock throbbing as it begins to leak inside you.
The fullness of his knot sends you over the pinnacle as you tighten around him, your body trembling and squirming under his hold as his cock pulsates inside you colliding with your waves of pleasure. The pressure of his copious volume of cum starting to become overwhelming as you peer underneath you.
A steady stream of sin drips from your joining bodies. His amber tinted cum mixing with yours as a red tint gradually mixes into the cocktail of sin.
He slows his pace, gently pressing against you and threatening to knot-fuck you, a consistent purr emanating from his throat as he rubs tiny circles into your battered hips.
"Por favor, meu anjo, mais uma vez, one more, oh please," he whimpers out in between primal pants.
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(I'm sorry, my love. I need to breed you properly. I need to make you mine. Mine. All mine.)
(We were made for each other, my darling. I will devote myself to you and our offspring. No harm will ever come to you or our family.)
Jester
"Such a filthy creature you are, come on, don't tell me you're tired now."
His taunts only fuel you as you try to concentrate on meeting his thrusts, rocking on your knees as you straddle his lap. His cocks twisting inside of you, some veering off to experiment with different spots within you, others teasingly prodding at others that nearly make your rhythm faulter.
His eyes burn into yours as he studies your features, reading exactly what things make you lose your composure. His gaze drops to the purple collar around your neck, the star tag jingling with a matching "J" tag, the noise acting as a metronome to your pitiful performance.
He props himself onto his elbows as he tilts his head to the side, "don't tell me you're getting close already, pet." His voice feigning pity as two of his cocks press suddenly into the spot that always makes you see stars.
Your body clenches around him as your thighs clamp around his hips, your back arching as you try to deny yourself the pleasure of release. You know better than to cum without permission, and he knows exactly which internal buttons to push to tempt you with his punishments.
You regain your composure as you return to the steady pace, syncing with his cocks again with a shudder.
"Such a good human, I'm mildly impressed you managed to pull that off," his hand reaches up to comb through your hair as a reward, the gentle touch sending a similar jolt of pleasure throughout your body as you fight for control again.
"I suppose a good pet like you deserves release now," he ghosts his hand down past your nipples, lightly grazing them with one of his claws. The threat of slicing the tender flesh adding onto your euphoria.
He studies your body as goosebumps form at his featherlight caress travels down past your navel, your body bucking into his touch and throwing you slightly off of your pace.
"Ah ah ah, I didn't say to stop, only good pets get what they want." His eyes flick up to yours in warning, a glint of purple assisting in driving his threat home as you nod obediently.
His hand meets your sensitive groin, tracing teasing circles around your sensitive spots. Your knees begin to faulter and tremble at the workload of resisting pleasure and maintaining the pace.
His grin grows at your new struggle, "not yet, don't cum just yet," he coos as he rubs tighter circles around your eager nub/tip.
Your hips begin to follow suit of your knees, struggling to grind against his and bucking into his touch, your mouth quickly following their lead as you beg for permission to cum.
He chuckles at your waning composure, "good pet, asking before coming undone."
His cocks move as one to press against your sensitive walls, thrusting into you to make up for your slack, his hand moves from your groin to grabbing you by the collar, pulling you back.
"Cum for me, pet"
You obey his command and the dam breaks. Your thighs clamp around his hips as his thrusts pummel your convulsing walls. The pressure from the collar causing your moan to strain and your back to arch towards him, putting on a spectacular finale for his eyes only.
His cocks piston deep inside you, your mess beginning to pool between the two of you as he laughs at your performance.
"Very good, such a show deserves an encore, don't you think so, pet?"
He grabs your thighs and lifts you, hovering your spent hole over his lap, his cocks just barely inside you, writhing and spreading his purple tinted precum in preparation for the next act.
He slams your body on top of him, his cocks reaching depths you didn't know were even possible, the tips of them curling against your sweet spots with every raise of your frame.
He uses you like his own personal toy, your previous pace and rhythm a pitiful comparison to his flawless performance. His cocks begin to twitch inside of you, some hardening further, preparing to flood your walls with his cum, others prepare for something more intimate.
"I'm going to fill you up, minha cadela imunda" His composure only varying at his mother tongue. His breathing hitching before he pants, "I'm going to claim you as mine, would you like that?"
His eyes meet yours and there's an unfamiliar gentleness behind them. Whether it be something simple like him asking for your consent or the emotional vulnerability of deepening the bond between you will be a conversation for later. You nod desperately as his eyes flick back to the collar he had tailored for you. The "J" catches the light just right and he drops you onto his lap, his cocks pulsating inside of you, some filling every inch in his lavender essence, while others begin to pump pearl-like eggs inside of your sensitive hole. The temperature difference causing you to shiver and tighten at the sensation of being his personal incubator.
The internal pressure of his eggs readjusting themselves inside of you and mixing with his cum send you over the edge unexpectedly, your body clenching around him for dear life as you moan out apologies and beg for forgiveness.
He grabs the ring of your collar and pulls you in, his fangs sinking deep into the soft flesh of your shoulder. The taste of your blood causing him to growl against your tender flesh as you pulsate around him, his eggs struggling to find comfortable anchor points inside of you.
He pulls away from your shoulder with a groan,
"You know the rules, pet, don't cum without permission." His eyes flicker with that hypnotic purple before your vision blackens.
Lovely anon, thank you so much for this. My period has been just putting me through the ringer and thinking about the circus boys is exactly what I needed.
As I've mentioned before, I'm no stranger to darker topics and themes so prepare for this one to be a bit unconventional, (I can finally use my vampire smut ideas again). I'm also going to write this as the boys' first period cycle with you, for plot! This one is a bit nasty so buckle up!
Tags: NSFW, menstruating reader (gender neutral, mentions of uterus/panties), period sex, period eating, tampon use, pad use, blood play, sorry (not sorry) but I HC all the boys having a fascination with your menstrual blood, not proofread, I let the coochie type this one out
One Bloody Mary, coming right up!
The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors.
Pierrot
"Period?" He tilts his head to the side like a dog trying to understand something. When you broadly explain how your cycle affect you, you can see him piecing events together. The way your mood would swing over the smallest things, how your appetite would be ravenous one second and nonexistent the next, how one of his usual everyday gestures brought you to tears one day, even how subtle your scent has changed throughout the weeks. His concern doesn't falter after your reassurance that this is a normal routine, especially when the cramps settle in. He tries multiple things to ease your discomfort, from massaging your stomach, frantically changing heating pads, restocking any craving snacks you mention in passing, even taking on some responsibilities around your apartment for you.
His demeanor changes completely once that fated drop of blood hits the cloth of your underwear. His muscles tense at the smell of this unique blend of your blood. Different than usual, thicker, richer, uncontrollably intoxicating. Panic seeps into his being, checking you over for any wounds you might've suffered when he left you alone for a moment too long. Once you figure out the source of his panic you remind him about the bleeding and reassure him that it's normal. His doting takes a drastic turn as your flow turns consistent however, seemingly keeping you at an arms length, treating you like glass when he does touch you, as if you could break at any movement, as if he could lose control. Out of all of the troupe, Pierrot is the most affected by your hormones and blood, whether that be biologically based or emotionally charged is a question for Doctor.
After another reassuring talk with your sweet lover boy, his curiosity overlaps his worry. "I want to help you, my dear, in any way I can. Please, allow me to take of you. I want to know every detail about your body during this, I-," he pleads sheepishly. His hands reach out to rub small hesitant circles along your hips, "I need to get used to you during this time of temptation, my dear, I can't bear the thought of not being able to control my urges. Please, help me get used to your 'period.'"
All sense of privacy is now reduced to a nice thought as he holds your legs in place on your bed. Your heat on full display as he stares at your most intimate parts. His eyes flick up towards yours asking for silent permission. You nod shyly before he gently pulls on your tampon string, his eyes dilating as he watches the white cotton change to a deep red. He took your guidance on how to insert and remove a tampon out as a sermon and replicated the action flawlessly, taking great care not to pull too fast or too rough.
You go to hand him a wad of toilet paper to wrap it in before you watch in shock as his tongue wraps around the tampon. Like a boa constrictor, it wrings the cotton of your ambrosia, eliciting a choked moan from your sweet clown, his eyes rolling back in his head as he pulls the tampon farther in his jaws. You try to wrangle the tampon out of his hands as he halfheartedly struggles to keep his prize, small growls and pleads fall on your embarrassed ears as you wrap it up before tossing it in to the trash, the sudden turn of events turning your cheeks a matching crimson.
"Please my dear, I need more, your blood tastes like the sweetest nectar from the most beautiful flower." He firmly holds your legs in place as he lowers himself in between them, drool dripping onto your sensitive skin. The scent of your heat wanes at his self control as if it was encouraging him to enact on his most primal desires. "I fear I can't hold back any longer, my love, I need to taste you, all of you."
Harlequin
"Oh what? Is someone on their period or something?" He teases as he puts the last piece of chocolate in his mouth. He doesn't even like chocolate but he loves the reactions he can get out of you right before your period hits. He can pick up on the usual tells of luteal phases and fill in the rest, often leading to him really testing the waters with his teasing and rage baiting. Sometimes you play "cold shoulder" and he has to figure out what he can do to get you to talk to him again, which is a game he loves, other times he crosses lines and manages to get tears to roll down your cheeks, which is a game he can live without. This first cycle is all about learning your boundaries and limits, often through a familiar trial and error process. Teasing your favorite foods only to take a rude bite out of, showing you purposefully sad videos to see what things push you over the edge, even inconveniencing you by hiding some of your belongings. Luckily though he can pick up when it's the right time to play these antics and when it's time to be supportive.
That is, until you start actively bleeding. Similarly to Pierrot, his demeanor changes as the primal hunger rears it's head. Your regular blood is intoxicating to him in the first place, but your period blood is on a whole other level. The scent is sweeter, more alluring, like a siren's call tempting his monstrous nature for a bite. His attention is split between your body's naive call and whatever conversation or activity you're trying to do with him. He does have some sense of self control and can manage to pull himself out of his spiral before the risk of temptation sinks its' fangs into his better judgement. Often leaving your side for a "breather".
On the inside though he's panicking. Trying to make conscious efforts to distract himself from the temptation of devouring you on the spot. Your flesh and blood was enough to keep his hunger a constant worry, but your period? He constantly finds himself fantasizing about letting his impulse take control, until he imagines your screams of pain as he inevitably consumes you. The thought sends ice through his veins. He distances himself from you during the first couple of days of your flow, timing himself for short conversations and limited physical contact, that is until you reach out to him first.
You end up cornering him in his tent, confronting him on why he's been so removed from your life. Anger billowing out of you similarly to your pheromones that assault him in the same way.
"Because I don't want to hurt you," he interrupts your tirade. His vulnerability causing you to stop in your tracks, which he promptly takes advantage of, "your body, your blood, it sings it's lustful melody to me every time I see you. It makes me want to devour you, until there's nothing but memories left."He growls out as he pins you to a support beam. Ropes tying your wrists together around the pole as he breathes against your sensitive neck. "You have no idea how hard it is, even right now, not to pick your pretty little bones clean."
You can read into his act though, behind his animalistic movements and intimidating words, he's terrified. His eyes scanning for your fear, hoping you'll fight back against him, reject him, save yourself from what he could do to you.
"Then devour me."
He freezes, his body tensing, the ropes around your wrist loosening slightly, before he leans into you, thunderous laughter filling the air.
"You really are something special, my dear,"his clawed hands grip the seam of your pants before sloppily yanking them down along with your underwear. Your pad's mess on full display, the scent of your blood causing him to release a primal growl from his throat that vibrates against your skin.
He drops to his knees under you, grabbing your thigh roughly as he props over his shoulder, his free tentacles snaking their way up your shirt, one toying with your nipple and another rubbing seemingly loving circles along the small of your back.
"Ask and you shall receive, predileto."
Jester
"You mammals truly are deplorable." He mutters in passing, leaving you rightfully confused. It wasn't until you looked at your calendar that you managed to figure out why he said that. Your period should be coming up soon, which had you curious on how Jester could tell. From his perspective, it's painfully obvious when a human goes through the stages of their cycle, not that he cares, but it is burdensome. The menstruation cycle does have some undesirable affects to his mind control abilities, which led him to educate himself on the hormonal fluctuations of human physiology, (thanks to Doctor and his extensive collection of scientific studies).
He's the most level headed when it comes to handling your symptoms, meeting your mood swings with realistic and straightforward responses, your cravings with a unwavering sternness, your tears met with a deep sigh followed by a tissue begrudgingly drying them. He views these gestures as "additional maintenance" during your cycle, picking up on the slight hormonal changes and adjusting his routine to accommodate them, although he would never admit to doing that for a human.
You foolishly don't notice a difference in his behavior when you start bleeding, but this phase is his favorite part of your cycle. Jester has an impressive amount of self control with his monstrous urges, to the point where he can go on about his day freely even if you free-bleed next to him. He quite enjoys the scent of your menstrual blood, often viewing you as a living candle. Although, finding your discarded period products more disgusting than the act of bleeding itself, often urging you to take care of the used products away from his vicinity. Although sometimes, he does allow himself some indulgences with his true nature.
"Sit, pet," Jester pats his lap once, his eyes glancing over the pages of his book into your very being.
You obey and sit on his lap, being mindful of where your pad rested against your underwear in your shorts, making sure there was no way for it to rest on his uniform. He adjusts his book in one hand and parts your legs with the other, the action catching you by surprise as you subconsciously clamp them around his hand.
His eyes flick to yours in a silent correction, then back to his book. His fingers moving your shorts and panties to the side exposing your mess to the chilly air of his tent. You tense at the exposure before glancing at him timidly, his eyes pretending to read the same line in his book twice now as he slowly strokes your sensitive folds. The sensation of his gloved hand mixing with the blood and wetness of your heat were enough to coax a slight moan under your shaky breath.
A slight smirk graced his mouth as he teased you further, easing two fingers in your warmth, the stretch causing you to tremble in his lap and grip the fabric of his uniform. His fingers massaged that special spot inside of you, coaxing more of your blood to leak out of you along with your arousal.
Just when you were enjoying the painfully slow pace he set, he withdraws his hand from your core.
"Now now, don't get greedy, pet," he bring his fingers to his mouth. His tongue coiling around the blood soaked fabric, his eyes never leaving yours. His tongue splitting into three to evenly clean off the fingers of his glove before forming back into one at the tips of the fabric.
"I'll savor you more later, for now be patient, my sweet treat."
Ticket Taker
"Ah, yes, menstruation." He's not exactly knowledgeable on the topic but knows the basics at the very least. He knows right before the blood comes the emotional instability but other than that you'll have to enlighten him. He doesn't change his routine all that much for you unless you have irregular pain or unusual complications, but he does make mental notes on what your routines are for your cycle. Often ending up providing you with a nutritious meal before the start of your bleeding, stocking up on period products, even carrying some on his person just in case. He meets your mood swings with rational thought and if things get too out of hand he's not above sending you off to cool off, or just "giving you time to come to your senses," he's a busy man after all. He does end up stocking up on additional handkerchiefs during this time just to dry any surprise tears that may ambush you suddenly. He may be a monster but he's not heartless.
He does get worried initially when you first bleed, often just forgetting that this is the next phase of the cycle. His tolerance to your blood is slightly above Jester's. Your scent does turn sweeter and tempting but his resolve is stronger, although if your flow is especially heavy he does find himself entertaining certain reprehensible ideas. His focus primarily revolves around your comfort and care over his desires however, asking you about any potential cravings, how you're feeling, if you need anything. Although he disguises it as "a way to keep the day-to-day duties functioning smoothly."
Around the midway mark, when your flow is heaviest is when his integrity starts to crack. The scent of your rich blood soaking the cotton of your pads and tampons egging him on and fueling his hormonal desires. He's not one for his own selfish indulgences, but you make it hard to steel his resolve when he sees you wince at a cramp and can practically envision your blood seeping out of your core. He usually finds more busy work to distract himself when such thoughts grace his mind. Although sometimes, his urges get the better of him.
Bill has no idea what he's thinking, he's no better than a rodent going through the bathroom trash and finding your freshly discarded tampon, still warm from your routine change. He sighs as he replays the deplorable impulsive act in his head, you in the shower, him using his mirror ability to grab the contraband, and now him, idly twirling it by the string.
"I truly despise how worked up you manage to make me, visitor," he mumbles under his breath, the scent of your blood poisoning his mental fortitude. His curiosity racing ideas on what to do with the spent cotton now. He studies the color, commits the scent to memory, and shamefully adverts his eyes to it.
He sets it back down on the toilet paper and takes a deep breath, rubbing his temple at the absurdity of the situation he got himself into. He's far too mature to be stooping this low, especially over something so primitive. He eyes the tampon again, huffs, and takes off one of his gloves, silently scolding himself.
He gently squeezes the cotton, managing to get some blood out of it before hesitantly licking it off of his fingers.
Euphoria.
He leans back into his chair, his internal battle with depravity favoring the beast within him as he picks the tampon back up. The offset weight causing it to spin teasingly at him. He inches the tampon closer to his face, allowing your scent to fill his very being, your pheromones his own sinful drug. His tongue slips out to greet his version of your joint before he hears the bathroom door swing open.
In a panic he drops the tampon in his tea cup, using the toilet paper wrapping to clean up any droplets that jumped at the intrusion.
He clears his throat to realign himself to reality, "d-dear visitor, how was your shower?"
You look at him confused, you obviously interrupted him at something, "it was, okay I guess? Are you okay?"
"I'm quite fine, just discovered some alarming numbers with these invoices. I'm glad your shower was 'okay', my dear."
He picks up his cup, habitually using the string to stir the "teabag" around before taking a sip.
Shameful euphoria once again.
Doctor
He's the most knowledgeable on mensuration and the effects it has on the human body, but he's a bit out of touch in the social department. Often info dumping on you and unintentionally adding fuel to the fires of your mood swings. "Sweetie, you're only upset because of your luteal phase. Give it some more thought." He meets your mood swings with unshakeable logic that can just be infuriating at times, and other times it can be surprisingly sweet. "You usually crave these snacks on day 4 of your luteal phase, so I went ahead and got them all in advance." But he is a doctor after all, and his bedside manner could stand to use a bit of work. He'll examine you often and note any changes in your body, no matter how subtle they may seem. He'll give you supplements and vitamins to ease the cycles effects and if you happen to have any irregularities with you period prepare to have a cohesive answer within the first couple weeks after your first cycle.
All rational thought goes out the window the second he smells your blood, however. He notices even before you realize you need to start using period products. He urges you to try all period products, tampons, pads, diva cups, even free-bleeding, all so he can document the effects all of them have on you, your blood itself, and even him. Free-bleeding drives him the most crazed, followed by pads, then diva cups, the tampons.
The day he discovered the versatility of a diva cup is when his experiments with your cycle took a turn for more "discovery". Being able to collect blood samples naturally led to some interesting experiments. Separating plasma from the blood, analyzing the proteins in your period blood and comparing them to your regular blood, conducting experiments with alchemical reactions to your period blood, the list goes on and on with no shortage of curiosity, that is until it gets the better of him. The difference in taste between your blood and your menstrual blood was like comparing anatomy to neurology, and he needed a more thorough examination.
You were laying on your stomach watching something on your phone while your bedside Doctor was reconciling his notes. The heating pad doing wonders on your aching uterus, any cramps you had before becoming a distant memory. Sleep was slowly creeping up on you, lulling you into a sense of comfort for the first time in a while, all thanks to your attentive practitioner.
Until he suddenly stood up from his desk, his chair screeching before toppling over, glass vials jingling as they tapped against one another.
"D-doctor? Are you alright?" you stammered out, concern replacing your tranquility.
He turned towards you, his frame intimidatingly hovering over yours, it's not completely unusual for him to have an epiphany in his research, but it's definitely unlike him to treat his workstation so carelessly. You started to turn on your side before he firmly pinned your hip to the bed back onto the heating pad.
"I need more, Sweetie," his voice ragged as if he was winded from some unseen workout.
He pulled your pants off in one desperate motion, pulling your knee towards him before reaching into your depths to pull out your diva cup. The sudden motion causing you to gasp and clench against the silicone.
He carefully placed it on his desk, assuring it wouldn't topple before pulling you back onto your knees, his one hand holding the heat pad against your abdomen while his other roughly gripped the curve of your ass.
"I need to taste it from the source. I theorize your blood has more nutritional properties when it's freshest," he pants before taking off his mask and setting it next to you.
"W-wait, you've been drinking my-"
Fingers roughly plunge into your core, the sensation causing you to bury your face into the sheets and making your back arch away from him. He applies more pressure through the heat pad feeling your insides tighten around his fingers and watching the blood drip out of you, teasingly.
"I promise, sweetie, it's all for the name of science."
can I please get a fic of Ticket Taker x Reader on a date, but Reader is quiet and scared and nervous of boring him or not being that entertaining for him?
thank you!
The Freak Show of Horrors Oneshots
Artist Credit: @naibuding, 谢谢!
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Summary: Anxiety loves to come get you at the worst possible times, like a date.
18- A Date with Bil (Ticket Taker/Reader)
“Is this good enough?” You ask yourself, looking at yourself in the mirror as you turn your body. It’s the fifth outfit you’ve switched out and your nerves are getting the best of you. Ticket Taker has asked you out on a date, and you’re already nervous before meeting him.
Ok, ok, make sure you have your wallet, phone ready and charged. Fixing up your hair a bit and you’re out the door, already checking the time on your phone twice; you should be there on time. Taking the bus downtown, you quickly hurried out of the bus and hurried to your meetup and there he was. In his human disguise, he’s wearing a dark navy blue suit, his hair combed back, and his shoes polished as he looks around for you with a small bouquet of roses in his hands.
Like Cupid has shot another arrow in your heart, you stood there like a fool before remembering to walk towards him. “Hey, Bil. I didn’t get here too late, did I?”
“Not at all. I just got here, dear. Here, these are for you.”
“O-Oh! Thank you, that’s so sweet of you.” Taking the bouquet from his hands, your hands were already getting sweaty as you shyly looked away. Your heart wouldn’t stop beating as you looped an arm around his as he led the way. “So, what have you got in mind? Or is that a surprise?”
A finger to his lips was your answer.
It didn’t take long before he took you to a coffee shop that had recently opened up. You've heard some good things about the place and how they have a mini-library. Walking ahead of you, he pulled the door open and let you enter first. Giving him a polite nod of thanks, the aroma of coffee, freshly baked pastries, and books was in the air as you took in the warm scenery. “Welcome in!” a worker called out.
You scanned the menu as Bil stood right next to you. “What are you getting, Bil?”
“I’ll just have my usual.”
Ah, you kinda figured. “Not even a pastry?” you asked, attempting to tease him, but he shook his head. Crap, was that too much? “I’ll… order for us. Can you find us a seat? I’ll join you in a minute.”
With a nod of his head, you walked up to the counter and ordered your drink and his. After paying for the drinks, you scanned the cafe and found Bil in the small, quiet section of the cafe. Pulling back the chair and sitting across from him, you start to feel small as the silence between the two of you grows.
C’mon, Y/n. Think! Think of a conversation starter! Just so it’s not so awkward!
Oh, did I mention it was your first time dating somebody? It’s not that you never wanted to go out with someone; it’s more like they never asked you out. You’d like to think you’re average-looking, but you have a good personality. But unfortunately, it’s all about looks rather than personality nowadays. “Um, this is a nice spot you picked out, Bil. I’ve been wanting to go here for a while, but I never had the chance to.”
“I see, I made a good choice then,” Bil spoke, a hand curling under his chin as he looked away. Anxiety gripped your chest as dark thoughts began to swirl in your mind and your heart raced. ‘God, am I boring? I really hope not. Is he enjoying our date? I can never get a good read on him. What should I talk about next? I need to keep the conversation flowing! Think, think, think!’
“Y/N?”
“Yes!” You squeaked, a little too loud, before lowering your voice. “I mean, yes?”
“There’s no need to be so anxious, dear. I can assure you that I enjoy your company and our date, even if I don’t explicitly say so.”
“I see,” you said, not entirely convinced. “My dear, have you ever wondered why I asked you out?”
With a shake of your head, he continued, with a soft smile. “Because of how headstrong you are, you can be stubborn about what you want, but you’re also lending a hand to others who don’t deserve your kindness. You have a heart of gold, dear. But yet, you often put yourself down for others. For this time, I’d like you to be a little more selfish.”
You were stunned when you heard that he appreciated you. Your anxiety is chipping away as you look away shyly, “Thanks, I needed that.”
“Alright, here is your order. Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asked. “Would you like anything else, dear?” Bil asked.
Shaking your head, you thanked the waitress as she left. Taking a sip of your coffee, now feeling much better than before, Bil reached out for your hand and gently held it. His fingers rubbed against your knuckles as he looked happier to be with you. “Thank you for going out with me, dear. I’ll make sure every moment is special.”
"Thank you, Bil. That was very kind of you saying that to me, it's my first time going out and I'm just really nervous."
A devilish smile appeared on his face from hearing your confession. "I see, seems like I might have to start planning more of our future dates, dear. Until anxiety no longers claws your chest, I'll gladly tell you many times as you wish how much I love you."
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I believe requests are open, and I would just like to ask like TFC x reader who has to stop by the hospital often. For example I have few things wrong with my bones (sadly💔) and I have to go back to make sure my ribcage isn’t slowly getting even more crooked then it is. Feel free to skip, hope you have a good day/night ^^
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Pierrot
Let's be fair, this man stated that he can and will be anything you want. Pierrot would be more careful with than he already is prior to knowing you have Syncope. At first he would somewhat baby you and tell you to not do things for your safety but you didn't like that. You're still your own person despite being like this and you don't want to be held back.
Pierrot would make sure you're always okay that being making silent observations on your physical wellbeing. If he sees you jerk a little bit or looks sweaty then he'd ask you if you're okay.
If you take frequent trips to the hospital he'd accompany everytime under a disguise. It comes to a point that even your doctor recognizes him as friend of yours. Pierrot keeps an emergency contact of said doctor if he notices anything before you do. He would also ask The Doctor about your condition and advice on what to do.
When there comes a time where you suddenly feel weak or pass out it's okay because he's there to catch you. Or if he's not there it's either your boss or sadly Harlequin. Pierrot and Harlequin would make up or be civil for your safety.
Harlequin
Harlequin noticed that you always seemed energetic. It was like the sun incarnated into a person. He always questioned how you seem so happy. Then he found out you have Diabetes, something he wasn't supposed to witness in your words. You were too engrossed with work that you forgot to eat some of your hourly candy that you almost collapsed. Thankfully your boss was there and took over 30 minutes of your shift until you can get back on track again.
Now he takes the responsibility of reminding you about your candy. Either by popping up at the café or even texting you. He wouldn't admit it but seeing the way your face looked weak made him upset. You'd teach him how to check your blood sugar so that you don't have to do it alone. Now it became a routine for him to stop by your place or at the café before your shift to check on your blood sugar.
When you need to go to the hospital he comes along in a disguise as well. One time your usual doctor wasn't working that day and you got assigned to a different one. That doctor tried to sell you some medicine you don't need which made Harlequin angry. Don't ask how he knew it was the wrong medicine.
He may or may not have asked Doctor about the medicine you can and cannot drink.
He would carry around candy in his pockets despite not liking them. They're reserved just for you.
Jester
You have scoliosis and despite being an adult it's still an annoyance. Just because you're an adult now and that your bones have matured doesn't mean there won't be pain. It's becoming a pain recently to the point you can't even sit in chairs that don't have cushions. Luckily for you, you just bought a lumbar cushion online and been carrying it around ever since.
Since Jester is a man of control he'd make sure your posture is always upright and presentable. He would put his hand on your back to remind you to sit or stand up properly. It's also for your benefit. Even though your spinal bones have matured there's still a chance for it to start curving again if you keep slouching.
Jester would talk to you and ask you if you would consider not working for the cafe anymore, not because he's controlling but moreso concerned. When he asked The Doctor insight about scoliosis he found out that it can still worsen throughout adulthood. There's no denying of the fact that you'd be carrying around heavy trays of food or drinks, or carrying coffee beans, and even being on your feet the whole day.
He'd also suggest getting a gurdle or corset for you to wear in case he isn't around. This is to ensure your posture is just right. If you're going to the doctor he doesn't accompany you, he respects your need for independence and would rather hear your thoughts about your check up from you directly. He doesn't mind you going to the doctors. If anything he hopes that when you come back there's at least some improvement on your back.
Ticket Taker
Having Allergic Rhinitis is such a pain. Its bascially like everyday is a battlefield for you. The weather suddenly changes from hot to cold? You're getting colds and allergies for the next 4 days whether you like it or not. It comes to a point where you have to buy at least 12 tablets of your medicine at the end of every week to ensure you never run out.
Ticket Taker, The gentleman he is; always carries a hankerchief with him and spare tablets of your meds. At first he was quite disgusted by the fact you keeep sneezing a lot. Until he saw how much it was deeply affecting you and so he adjusted. Made sure to find out what the temperature is hours before your shift to inform you. Giving advice if you should wear a jacket or not. He also carries a face mask just in case your allergies go really crazy.
He would accompany you to the hospital in his human disguise. Not to ensure your safety but he knows there's a chance you can get an allergy attack in the hospital. Ironic as it is for a sanitary place to trigger that some hospitals don't regulary dust off which triggers the allery attack. That happened once and he was very upset at the staff. He takes mental notes during the checkup while the Doctor checks on you.
He's also a man of discipline. So that being said he will pop up in your mirror before you leave the apartment to remind you to drink your medicine. Sometimes you don't even realize you ran out of your meds but he already took care of that and refilled your supply.
The Doctor
Why would you go to the Hospital when you have him? Is the first question he asked you when you told him you were going to the hospital for a checkup. Living with Iron Deficiency Anemia ain't for the weak, always being tired and sometimes experiencing delayed menstrual period. Days where your blood is flowing and some where there's barely any blood. It's a pain really.
He would remind you to take your meds before eating breakfast and gets very upset when you forget to do so. There's also meal plans every week. Whether you like it or not you're gonna be eating food rich in iron even if it doesn't taste that good. Doctor will keep track of your period. If he sees that you're on track then good! If your period is later than he expected well congratulations you're eating shellfish for at least a few days to get your iron up again. When it your period comes early it usually becomes a battlefield for you to which he greatly assists.
He may be jealous that you have a doctor but he can't say anything about it, because let's be real here. They're not staying in your town forever. He can't always be the one medicating you if they're gonna leave at some point. That's why he's been teaching you what to do when that time comes. He doesn't come with you to the doctor of course. Why would he?
He would research and be in touch if there's any new Iron meds in the market. He would bet to himself to see if he can guess the medicine your doctor is gonna prescribe you when you get back.
Just a fun little game is all.
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You know for a Doctor we never really saw any fics of them treating Reader of a sickness!
So can I please have a TFC Doctor x Reader fic of them finding out Reader has a flu and taking care of them? Thank youu!!
The Freak Show of Horrors Oneshots
Artist Credit: @naibuding
Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics
Summary: You caught the flu, luckily for you, Doctor checks up on you!
Thank you for requesting me!
16- Under Doctor's Care (Doctor/Sick Reader)
Ugh, there goes your body. It’s flu season, and you just had to catch it- well, at least you won’t have to go to work for a few days. Nice for you, but man, your poor paycheck. Bringing the blanket closer to your face, your body involuntarily shudders as you breathe heavily. Growing sleepy, you thought you saw a tall, dark figure in your room. Great, you're hallucinating. Just as the figure was getting closer, you fell asleep.
“Mmm, hah?” Opening your eyes and looking at the blurry ceiling, you reached up to feel something cold and damp on your forehead. “...What?” You spoke as you took off the towel.
“You’re awake, sweetie. Think you can sit up and eat?” Doctor spoke, entering your line of vision, holding a tray with a bowl of soup and water in his hand. “...I don’t really have much of an appetite.” You said, setting the towel on your nightstand.
Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he sets the tray aside to help you. “Disobeying doctor’s orders, already? If you don’t eat, your symptoms get worse. I prefer my patient to be healthy rather than sick.”
“But-”
“Then eat, Doctor’s orders. Eat, take some medicine I’ve prepared for you, and I’ll give you a treat as a reward.” Taking the tray, you dipped your spoon into the chicken soup and took a bite. Avoiding his gaze as he observes you curiously with an amused hum. “So… what brings you here, Doctor?”
“Pierrot has also caught quite a cold; he asked me to check up on you. There I see you lying in bed, looking worse for wear.”
“I had the flu before, but this one was really bad this time around. Then again, that’s on me for not really taking care of myself.” You spoke, grabbing the cold glass of water to sip. “Hmm, dear patient. Are you confessing to me that you… don’t eat?”
Crap.
“Oh, it’s- uh, I mean, I do eat. But it’s because of working at the cafe and because we’re down to just me and my boss until he hires another worker. So the hours must’ve finally caught up to me until I finally got sick.” He still didn’t look pleased with you, making you shrink in your bed.
“Y/N,” he said, disappointed. “Should I bring you to my tent to make sure you receive proper care? Feeling your pulse earlier while you were resting, fighting for survival as your heart works to fight off the infection. How beautiful to hear your heartbeat fighting for you to live. But seeing you not care for yourself or your body has me disappointed. Didn’t I say to make regular visits to your doctor?”
“...I’m sorry,” is what you mustered out meekly. Avoiding his gaze as you focus on eating, then out of the corner of your eye, you see him move his arm. “Here,” he says.
“What’s this?”
“Just some simple medicine I made; it should help alleviate the symptoms a little. But if not, I’ll check back tomorrow.” He says nonchalantly. “Wait, tomorrow?” You choked on the medicine.
“Of course, I need to see if my patient is feeling better. Or would you prefer I take you to my tent right now for further care under my watch?”
“Nope, you can visit! By the way, how did you enter my house?” You asked, and he went silent for a second. “I used the front door key you had hidden under the mat.”
Oh, right. Forgot you had that.
That was enough to convince you and your sick-ridden mind as you finished your lunch and handed the tray back to him. He puts his hand on your forehead. “Hmm, the fever has gone down significantly, but still not quite enough. As your doctor, I request that you have plenty of rest and drink plenty of fluids. And since you took my medicine…” He hands out a piece of candy from his cloak.
“What’s this?” you asked as you took the piece from his hands. “Chocolate, to ease the bitter aftertaste from the medicine.”
“Oh, thanks.” Unwrapping the chocolate and popping it in your mouth, you hummed in delight as the chocolate melted in your mouth. Setting the wrapper on the tray, you settled back in bed as Doctor set another cool towel over your forehead. “I’m sure this is a weird request to ask, but do you think you can stay here with me until I fall asleep? You don’t have to say anything; just being here would be fine.”
“Of course, sweetie.” He grabs your chair and takes a seat as he watches you get comfortable. “Do you happen to have trouble sleeping?”
“Sometimes,” you answered. “Sometimes I’m able to sleep through the night, but lately, I’ve been having weird dreams.”
“Like what?”
“Um, like someone whispering in my ear. But I don’t remember much of those words, but it often gives me the chills when I think about them. And I’m not sure if it’s just my mind playing with me while I sleep, but I often feel some sort of pressure on my body as I sleep. But it’s probably nothing and just my paranoia or something.”
“I see…” He curls a finger under his chin in thought. As much as he wanted to ask more questions, that can wait for another day. Reaching his clawed hand to your blanket and pulling it over your head as your eyelids get heavier. “Good night, Doctor. Thank you for looking out for me.” You mumbled before falling asleep.
“Of course, I’m your doctor. Good night, Y/N.” He stayed for a while longer before heading back to the circus.
Summary: Not many things caught Pierrot off guard, but being carried manages to be one of them.
Quick A/N: This chapter has been requested by 'D1ce_3eater', quick question how did you come up with your username? That's a cool username! Anyways, thank you for requesting me! I was hoping it would be longer, but it came out quite short. But I hope you enjoyed!
7- Pick Him Up, Bridal Style! (Pierrot/ Strong and Chubby Reader!)
Just another routine for Pierrot, handing out fliers with a permanent smile plastered on his face as people walked past him or took the fliers to crumble it behind his back. Suppressing a sigh, he continues his job as his mind wanders off. ‘I wonder how my love is doing. I wonder if they’re getting enough rest.’
As if summoned by the thoughts of you, you sneakily walked up behind him. A smile widening as you heard him gasp as you picked him up bridal style. “My- My dear!” His face a bright red and his smile trembled with delight.
“Hey, Pierrot,” you said with a cheeky smile. How you loved seeing him so flustered and shy wherever you picked him up. Especially bridal style. “My dear, aren’t I heavy for you? I don’t wish to hurt you. Although I don’t mind being carried...”
“You’re not, besides I like carrying you. It’s adorable to see you all flustered for me.” Teasing him as he sucked in a breath, biting down on his lip as he silently whimpered. “Are you all finished with the flyer handouts? Wanna hang out at my place?” you asked.
Ticket taker wouldn’t mind if he were to finish a little early.
“Meu amor,” he whispered. Clinging onto you as he pressed his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin. Sweat, the smell of coffee beans and pastries filled his senses and made his blood pumping. Making his spine shiver as he drowns in it as you carry him. How he wishes moments like these lasted forever. You continued to carry him into your apartment, looking down, he gave you the biggest puppy eyes. Oh, how he may be the death of you with his cuteness. But you don’t mind.
—
The next day after your shift, you see Pierrot waiting for you outside the cafe. Surprising you that he hasn’t entered or visited you. “Hey, Pierrot! Something wrong?”
He leaned closer to you and whispered to your ear. “My dear, may I ask that you carry me once more?”
“Oh, you want to be carried again? Sure!” Adjusting the strap around your bag, you reached your arms out and carried him again. “Heh, you sure liked being carried. Don’t you, Pierrot?” you teased. Giggling when you see his face flush and he hides his face in the crook of your neck.
It’s so cute and funny to see him all shy and flustered. You pushed forward. “If I knew you liked being carried like a bride to their honeymoon, I would have done it so much sooner.”
Bride.
Bride.
He looked up to you with enamored eyes. Him? Like a bride? “You don’t possibly mean it, my dear?”
Sticking out your tongue, unaware of the consequences you have set up yourself. “I do!”
“Oh- oh,” he said, twirling his hair as his mind ran a mile a minute. Was this a proposal? Did you want to marry him? Oh, why didn’t he see this much sooner!? Oh, don’t worry, he’ll handle it all. You won’t have to lift a finger.
“Bride,” he whispered. If he’s the bride, then surely you’re the groom aren’t you? A small slip of drool went past his lips as he gazed up at you. Finally, marriage.
Author's End Note: Ooof, how are you going to clear up the misunderstanding Reader?
🎪Fandom: The freak circus.
🌹Pairing: Pierrot x female Reader.
🤹🏻 Rating: mature.
🍿 Summary: Y/N made a joke, he proposed parenthood.
🔞 Warnings: fluff, suggestive humor, teasing, idiots in love.
The little bell above the café door chimed, and the moment Pierrot stepped inside, you looked up from wiping the counter with the brightest smile he’d seen all week.
“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!”
Pierrot froze mid-step.
“Uhm? Daddy?”
Pierrot looked around, doubtful that perhaps you were referring to someone else.
His head tilted so far to one side that his hat nearly slipped off, the bells jingling prettily. Then, he blinked. Several times. After, he pointed at himself with complete confusion.
“Me?”
You couldn’t hold back your laughter. “Yes, you.”
“Why?”
“Because today is Father’s Day.”
He stared at you in silence, clearly trying very, very hard to connect the dots. After a long pause, he slowly nodded as though he’d understood everything (spoiler: he didn’t).
“I don’t have a kid.”
“I know!” You giggled. “That’s why it was a joke.”
He stared, and his expression remained adorably blank for a few seconds before his eyes suddenly lit up.
He walked right up to the counter, leaning over it until you were only inches apart.
“Then…”
He smiled, a drop of drool running down from the corner of his mouth, as his white mask turned deep red and his irises turned into hearts.
“… Why don’t we make me a real dad?”
Your face instantly turned bright red.
“P-Pierrot!”
“What?”
“You can’t just say things like that!”
“Why?”
“Because they’re embarrassing!”
He frowned, visibly puzzled.
“But,” he reached across the counter to gently take your hand, “we need to have a baby, then Father’s Day will make sense.”
You covered your burning face with your free hand while trying—and failing—to catch fire.
“Stop it, Pierrot!”
“Stop?”
“Y-es!”
“No.”
He looked disappointed, then he squeezed your hand.
“Are you saying you… don’t want me?”
Panic.
Did you perhaps hurt him with your reaction? But you were so embarrassed… Does Pierrot know how babies are made? What should he do? What should you… face? What if he wasn’t human? What if things worked differently for him? What if you hadn’t satisfied him?
You stepped around the counter, stood on your tiptoes, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, while it turned pink.
He quietly intertwined your fingers, wearing the proudest smile in the world.
“Best Father’s Day ever.”
You laughed.
“You still aren’t a father.”
“Not yet,” he said while holding you tightly in his mighty, wide arms.
“Pierrot!”
His smile spread across his entire face as you hid your flushed face against his chest, already knowing what was cumming that night…
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He could not let anything reach you.
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Your eyes opened so suddenly that it was as if your body had sensed the problem before your consciousness could even deduce that there was one.
It was not common, but sometimes Jester allowed Pierrot to spend the night there, with you, when there was no performance at the circus. What the two of you had could not exactly be called a “relationship,” but the strange attraction that creature exerted over you was enough to give him permission to entangle himself more and more in your life — especially because, otherwise, Pierrot would invade your personal space even if you tried to deny him.
So, you were already used to the dense and heavy warmth of having him clinging to you during the night. The loud breathing always too close to your ear. The sharp tips of his teeth brushing your skin as delicately as possible in an unusual and intoxicating caress that always led you to fall asleep.
But, in that early morning, the cold must have been the desperate hand waking you up, encouraged by the petrifying silence — like that silence that preceded the arrival of the monster in horror movies.
Something was breathing outside your room. A sound that mixed breathing and growling in the same breath of air.
Low.
Rhythmic.
Like a beast trying to calm itself.
As soon as the door opened, and you could immediately glimpse the living room, you called:
— Pierrot?
It was strange for him not to be glued to you; nestled, rough, and needy against your chest. Clumsy and desperate. It certainly was not normal for Pierrot not to be circling the same environment you were in.
The door finished opening with a low creak, seeming to gently invite you to follow the movement of the sound and find the open window in the living room, the curtains fluttering, the partial glow of the moon competing with the streetlights to seep into the room and color with vivid tones the morbid carnage Pierrot had starred in on your sofa, floor, and walls.
With his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling with that heavy and loud breathing, he seemed unaware of your slow and trembling approach. The circus outfit had gained thick stains of more red — but, this time, literally, a living red, certainly still warm, in several spots still dripping and increasing the sticky puddles that spread across the floor and carpet with their viscous and glossy slide.
— Pier... rot?
You called in a thread of voice; the same tone as a small child before a scene her innocence had not yet learned how to interpret.
He took a while to answer you. And that gives you time to keep staring at him — to keep staring at the living painting set up in the heart of your house.
The blood there was still fresh because it had not yet finished draining entirely from the bodies that had once contained it.
Near Pierrot’s feet, a young man was lying down, his eyes wide and frightened — his left cheek partially torn away, his jaw exposed straight to the bones — staring at you from the floor as if he were trying to warn you about the atrocity he had come across. One of his feet was too far away from the other; the other knee, turned at an impossible angle for any use.
A cold that did not come from the window ran through your body when you realized: that head and those legs were too far apart. Torso and feet no longer connected by the same spine.
— Pierrot...
Your voice was now choked.
Frightened. And now, yes, it caught his attention.
— My lady?
Pierrot turned partially in your direction.
It would have been better if he had not done that.
There was another one in Pierrot’s hands. The arm hanging by a stubborn connection of muscle and flesh; the hole in the chest, opened by claws with such violence that it caused shivers just to imagine Pierrot’s fingers buried there.
When he met your eyes, Pierrot’s were nothing more than two yellow points lost in a black hole behind the bloodied mask.
Pierrot let the body fall to the floor as soon as he noticed your look of panic. In a few steps, he crossed the distance — bloody footprints left along the way.
— My lady?
He held you by the shoulders.
In a trance, your head moved in attention to the movement of the curtain again.
The curtain was moving.
Wind.
The window was open.
That was why it was strange.
Pierrot did not come in through the window. Not after you accepted him and insisted that he use the front door.
No, Pierrot did not know how to open the window.
— My lady...?
His eyes returned to the glossy and large yellow orb. He seemed confused, but he was scanning every inch of your face — your shock much more worrying than his own shock.
“Yesterday they tried to break into my apartment.”
The voice of the downstairs neighbor sounded so clear in your mind that you had the impression she was there on your sofa, sitting, caressing her beloved and spoiled gray cat.
“The police said they had spotted two young men roaming the area. But they still haven’t managed to get anything.”
The gray cat jumped from her lap and stretched over a mutilated leg.
“Truly incompetent. We are not safe even inside our homes. Who is going to protect us from being attacked? Kitty, stop that right now.”
The gray cat rubbed its face against the disheveled hair of one of the dead men, purring.
— My lady?!
Pierrot shook you by the shoulders. How he hated that. Did that hurt you? He hated hurting you.
Your eyes blinked as if you were coming out of a trance, turning to him at first, but Pierrot still had to be patient while you, soon after, stared at the surrounding environment, as if you had not even realized you were in your own house.
— You protected me, didn’t you?
Your voice was so clean, so crystalline — so enthralling. But Pierrot had already observed humans enough to know that, considering your paleness and distant gaze, your voice should not be so calm.
— I just... I didn’t...
Pierrot suddenly felt sulky.
Constrained. Cornered. What had he done?
Would you abandon him?
Were you disgusted by him?
Did you hate him now?
Those questions made his mind spin. It felt like he was feeling nauseous.
You should not have seen him like that.
You could not leave him.
He would not let you leave him.
He would...
— Pierrot, dear, did they break into the house?
The affectionate nickname stopped all the desperate and sudden — and violent — thoughts that had violated Pierrot’s mind in those few moments.
You smiled at him. You touched Pierrot’s bloodstained face; his knees trembled, and as soon as he noticed the permissiveness of the touch, Pierrot curved himself in that direction.
— They... appeared out of nowhere. They said something about searching. They must have heard something. I did not want to wake you, my lady; you were so beautiful sleeping. But they heard. And they talked about silencing anyone. They said it was just a woman who lived here. That they could handle it. I’m sorry, my lady, I did not want to dirty your carpet, nor your sofa, without your blanket, nor...
— Shhh...
Your thumb caressed the cheek of the mask. Pierrot’s eyes closed with the gesture, groaning something, frustrated and pleased at the same time, his knees bending until they met the floor, surrendered to the so subtle and comfortable warmth of your hand.
He wanted so much for you to give him more.
He wanted so much for you to run your fingers through the strands of his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, pulling softly to tangle your fingers even more among the strands. Would it be inconvenient for him to ask you that now? Pierrot very much wanted you lying down, playing with his hair. He very much wanted you teasing him with your smile and giving him much more affection than he had imagined asking you for at the beginning of the night.
You swallowed dryly.
You knew about this other side of Pierrot.
Jester had warned you.
Heavens, he had almost threatened you about it.
It was obvious that this would happen someday. You knew that. You always knew.
You preferred, of course, to live in the illusion that it would never happen. But reality had knocked on your door with the truth you were trying to deny.
— They were going to hurt you, my lady. I swear they... I swear I...
You continued caressing Pierrot’s cheek with your thumb, until you realized that you were distractedly smoothing and smearing one of the bloodstains.
The palm of your hand was already covered in blood. Just like all of Pierrot’s clothing.
— We are going to have to clean this mess, yes?
He noticed how your gaze was fixed on your hand on his face.
— Together.
You seemed to be talking to yourself, still caressing Pierrot’s face, still rubbing the bloodstain over the white mask.
Summary: How would each of the circus cast react to you giving them a "gift"?
Smother them in Kisses! (TFC/Reader)
Pierrot
It was ten minutes before his show, and he was making sure everything was set. Did he perk up over the sound of your voice calling his name.
“Yes, my dear?” he asked. Unaware of the mischievous smile on your face. “Can I give you something before your show? Think of it like a… good luck charm.”
“You… You wish to gift me something? Yes, yes, please! I’ll happily treasure it!” Pierrot happily spoke, his smile widening at the thought of you gifting him something special to him and only him. “Ok, but you have to close your eyes first and lean a little down for me.”
Without a single question, he leaned down and closed his eyes. His heart raced in anticipation until he felt your warm hands on his face. Then it was your lips that he felt against his face, his eyes opening in shock. “My- My dear- hhmp!”
Heavy breaths echoed in the backstage as he clung to your waist, his nails clinging to your waist as your lips left his mask. “My- My love, meu amor- hnng,” he whined.
So soft, your lips are so soft and warm against his mask. It feels like his heart is about to combust from the amount of love you have given him. “My dear, please, more. Please, don’t stop,” he begged. His knees are buckling as he tries so so hard not to fall over.
One last kiss on the nose, you leaned your head back and smiled proudly at the mess you made of him. Panting heavily and eyes blown out as he falls onto his knees, his hands never leaving your waist like it was a lifeline. “My dear,” he whispered. “That was a beautiful good luck kiss you have gifted me. May I ask for more?”
Patting his cheek, you pulled his hands away and grazed your lips against his knuckles. Making his breath stutter as he looked intensely at your lips, silently pleading. A keen whine escaped his throat as you finally graced your lips against his hands. “One more, may I please ask for one more!”
You put a finger to his lips and gently patted his cheek. “Later, Pierrot. You’re going to be late for your show and I don’t think Jester will be too happy to see you late. I promise, after your show, I’ll give you…” You lean forward to his ear. Your breath tickled his ear as you whispered a promise to him. “I’ll give you alllll the good luck kisses you could ever ask for.”
That seemed to break him as his shoulders shuddered and he leaned forward to your body. “Promise?” he begged, drool slipping out of his mouth.
“Promise.”
Harlequin
“Harlequin?” You called out for him. Weaving past the curtains, you see him in the backstage area. Doing one last routine check on his puppets, making sure there were no creases or damage. “Oh? Dear one? Did you come here to see me?”
“Well, who else is here in this room I wanted to see? I know it’s only 10 minutes before your show, but I wanted to give you something. Think of it like a… good luck charm.”
He raised an eyebrow at that and leaned a little closer to you, a cheeky smile on his face. “Oh? A good luck charm that you made just for me? How adorable, dear one.”
While he doesn’t need luck, you put in hours of hard work to give it to him? How can he deny what you made? He cruelly smirked at the idea of showing off your gift to Pierrot after, already picturing his face.
“Close your eyes first!” you said, and he obeyed your order. Waving your hand in front of his face to make sure, you withheld your smile as he waited patiently. Holding your breath, you lean close to his face and press a quick kiss on his nose. That seemed to startle him as he opened his eyes quickly. But you weren’t finished just yet.
Grabbing his face, you began your assault of kisses on his face. Laughs bubbling from your chest as he sputtered and his hands on your wrist as his face began to heat up.
“If you wanted to kiss me- hah- you could've just- mmphah- asked.” He couldn’t help but let a moan slip out. Getting slowly drunk on your kisses as he melts in your hands. “Don’t stop, kitten. Hah- don't- mmph!”
As you kissed his face, his mind was starting to melt. One of his hands on your wrist slowly moved to your waist and the other interlocking with your fingers. Pulling you closer as your breaths mix and time slows as you kiss him.
One last on his lips, a tender one, was the kiss that seemed to break him. Pulling your lips away to see the damage, stifling your laugh as he tries so hard to be mad, but his red cheeks and destroyed look soften it. “Ok, ok, I’ll leave you alone to finish anything else you had to- ah!”
“Where do you think you're going, dear one?” He asked, trapping you against the wall. “Less than 10 minutes before my show, right? That’s enough time for me to unravel you and finish what you started.”
Jester
10 minutes before his show, and you were kinda nervous. Your heart was racing as you entered his purple tent and took a big breath. Well, here goes nothing. “Uhh, Jester? Are you here?”
There was a hand on your shoulder that made you jump and turn around, a hand over your heart to calm it. “Hello, dear pet. What has spurred you to come to my tent unannounced?”
“Ah, Jester!” you yelped, holding a hand over your chest. You took a step back as you tried to calm your racing heart, much to his amusement. “I- I came to see you real quick before your show. I wanted to gift you a little good luck charm that I made.”
“Oh, how adorable, pet. But luck is subjective, merely a belief that many believe to maintain their illusion of control. And yet, you wish to gift me a charm that brings luck? How adorable. But I suppose I’ll allow it.”
Well, if he kills you afterwards, it was worth it.
“Please, close your eyes. It’s a surprise, I swear!” Hesitating for a second, he closed his eyes. Then, on your tippy toes, you reached for his face and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Warmth spreads on your cheeks as you step back and he slowly opens his eyes. Surprise flickers for a second before he masks it with his smile. “My, my, what a bold little pet you are.”
He stepped forward, his eyes glowing and his smile widening as he leaned down. “You’re willing to go that far to trick me for a mere kiss, aren't you? Now, darling, are you prepared for the consequences?”
Doctor
“Hello, Sweetie.”
“Hello, Doctor.”
You spoke the moment you entered his tent, arms behind your back as you watched Doctor doing one of his works. Watching him closely as his fingers work with precise precision as he takes apart the poor human on the operating table. “So, Doctor.” You spoke, swallowing whatever was stuck in your throat.
“Yes?”
“Do you mind if I were to… give you a gift? It’s not much, but I took a lot of care into it. And I hoped that you would like it. It’s a… good luck charm.” You spoke, rocking back and forth on your feet as your heart leapt as he turned his attention to you.
“A gift? For me? How intriguing.” He said, his head cocked to the side. You asked him to close his eyes and to lean down. Trying your best to calm your racing heart so as not to give away your plan, you pressed your hands against his crow mask and pressed a kiss on the beak.
Pulling away, he was silent as ever as he leaned back and reached for his notepad. “Interesting reaction. You took advantage of deceiving me by the promise of a gift to kiss me. Your little trick has an effect on me and my heart, hmm, further observations must be studied. Sweetie, will you help me with my research?”
Ticket Taker
“Ah, dear guest. What brought you over to my tent?” Ticket taker asked. “I wanted to see you before we open the circus in ten minutes. I wanted to give you something beforehand, so I made it myself. Think of it as a good luck charm.”
Staring at you for a moment, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “A good luck charm? Why gift me something so insignificant?”
“Well, uh- I just wanted to do something nice for you. I’ve seen how hard you work to keep up with the circus and the guests that visit. I just thought it would be a… nice gesture for you.” Slightly disappointed, you rubbed your wrist, a habit you had to reassure yourself.
He glances at your hands and your face, letting out a sigh as he steps forward. “Very well.” He outstretched his hand, awaiting your gift, only for you to ask another request.
“... You’re aware I’m not quite fond of surprises, dear guest?” He asked as he closed his eyes. “I’m aware, but… I think you’re going to like what I’m going to give you. Now, lean down a bit.”
“How bold of you to ask for more from me.”
“I promise, it’s nothing that would bring harm.” You assured him, waiting for him to lean down and you pressed a kiss on his cheek. Smiling cheekily as his eyes burst open. “Hehe, that’s your good luck charm from me. Uh, sorry if I tricked you, I just wanted to surprise you with a small kiss.”
Readjusting his tie, he looks at you. You can’t tell if he’s irritated or amused by your stunt. “How bold if not foolish of you to deceive me, dear guest.” He reaches for your wrist, his grin widening as he feels your pulse racing under his grasp. “But such actions have consequences, don’t you agree? Now, continue until I say you’re done.”
Separate: Pierrot // Harlequin // Doctor // Columbine // Jester // Ticket Taker
Together: Pierrot & Harlequin // Jester & Ticket Taker // all circus members
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Archive No. 2002
Status: alive
Volume of the text: 1 121 words
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Warnings: mentions of 18+ content, violence, cannibalism, murder
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Lamias. Intelligent snake-like creatures are popular in your world. They are feared, admired, and captured to sell as pets for high prices. They are very expensive, and in the wild, they are stealthy nocturnal predators, so you were sure you would never cross paths with them.
However, during one of your walks, you helped one of the lamias, and now you have a new friend… Until the mating season begins.
✶ Harlequin: Caspian Snake
⋆ Introduction
You're returning from a walk in the forest. On a familiar forest path, you notice a strange silhouette. A closer look reveals it to be a trapped lamia. Hanging by its tail, the lamia hissed furiously when it saw you. It was trying to scare you, but it seemed much more afraid.
You climbed the tree and cut the rope. The snake fell to the ground. Its beautiful black-green scales glistened through the net.
Now you could reach the lamia and free it from its bonds. Carefully touching its scales, you watched as the creature's face grew increasingly embarrassed. Having freed itself, the lamia lay on the ground for a while. Then it quickly straightened up, snapped its teeth menacingly at you, and crawled away on its wounded tail.
> This species is known for its independence and aggression.
> They are completely unafraid of humans and are willing to defend themselves.
> They have been observed several times eating human flesh.
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{Stellaris Dominion xenobiologists advise avoiding encounters with them.}
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⋆ Starting a conversation
The next day, you find a book forgotten on your porch by the same tree. It's not hard to guess who brought it. Your assistant isn't around, but you still leave him a piece of meat pie as a gift. An hour later, you find the treat no longer there.
After a while, you begin to notice movement outside the windows. Now he leaves gifts by the door and happily accepts them in return.
One fine evening, you open the door to leave treats, and a huge lamia will be waiting for you. He enters your house without permission and clearly has no intention of leaving.
⋆ First expressions of attraction
This type of lamia is dependent on physical intimacy. At first, he won't allow you to touch him, but he will lie down next to you without question. The main thing is don't touch him, don't turn toward him, and try not to breathe. Any attention and he'll leave.
With each passing month, he'll come closer and stay near you longer. One day, he'll "accidentally" rest his tail on your legs and let you stroke his scales. Complete and unconditional trust will come when you offer to help him during his seasonal shedding and he agrees.
Be gentle with him, and he'll reciprocate.
⋆ The beginning of mating season
With the arrival of April, your life has been transformed. The last ice will melt, and his cold demeanor will be replaced by an obsessive one. His hands are constantly on your waist or shoulders. He buries his nose in your hair, savoring your scent. He stalks you at home, on the street, at work. If you express your displeasure, you'll only receive a reproachful look in response, and he'll ignore you for the next week. However, resentment won't allow him to stop protecting you. He'll just do it from the shadows now.
The only time you don't feel his gaze is when he's hunting. Chasing game is his favorite pastime, and he'd happily chase you before asking you to become his mate.
Unlike Pierrot, he doesn't build nests, doesn't strive for comfort, and doesn't strive to produce offspring. He has you for that.
His goal is to provide you with food and satisfy you.
⋆ How it might end
He'll stumble into your bedroom, disgruntled, flushed, and irritated, clutching a large game in his mouth. His eyes are wide, his shoulders hunched. He can't even meet your gaze. If you accept his offer, you'll find yourself with an incredibly affectionate and needy partner. He'll hide his embarrassed face in the crook of your shoulder… for the next 10 minutes. After the embarrassment subsides, he'll show you his cheeky grin again and introduce you to their interesting way to spend a wedding.
If you refuse… His face will become indifferent, perhaps with a cheeky smile. He'll make it clear with his whole demeanor that he doesn't care at all about your refusal, but the next morning you won't find him by your side. He won't return that evening.
This was probably your last conversation.
⋆ Reproduction
If you agree to become his lifelong partner, prepare yourself mentally and physically for a lot of physical intimacy. And his unusual anatomy.
He's as shameless as Pierrot and less careful than the Doctor.
Harlequin will directly ask about your preferences. Your sex life becomes his obsession. He wants to know everything and get down to business as quickly as possible.
And if you don't have a password on your laptop/computer/phone and are careless enough to leave all of this near Harlequin…
He'll definitely comment on any nude photo he finds, and might even demand you print it out. Your browser history is sure to be filled with queries like: "What fetishes do people have?"
During breeding season, he'll be aroused almost… always.
Do you have a new dress/suit?
"You look even sexier than before!"
You came out of the shower all wet?
"Are you seducing me?"
Woke up this morning looking a little disheveled after last night?
"You look so delicious. I could stroke you all over."
Edit:
"We could do that again right now."
⋆ Traits
1) Holds first place in endurance among other lamia species. Probably due to having two penises.
2) Bites as their primary way of expressing love and affection.
3) Dependent on compliments, especially if they're addressed to their scales.
4) Adores any platonic gestures from you, but will never admit it.
5) This species strives to learn human speech, due to its well-developed cephalic ligaments.
The main reason for their interest in human speech:
The need to lure travelers for consumption.
Edit:
"Interest in the human race."
⋆ Favorite Gifts
1) Any home-cooked food, except anything with a lot of sugar. Extra points if it's spicy or has meat.
2) Jewelry. It doesn't matter if it's gold or just cheap costume jewelry—the main thing is that it matches his scales.
3) Any personal care products. If you don't buy him any, he'll start brazenly using yours right in front of you. He might even crawl into the bathroom before you and lock himself in there for an hour. During breeding season, he'll do the same with you.
Separate: Pierrot // Harlequin // Doctor // Columbine // Jester // Ticket Taker Together: Pierrot & Harlequin // Jester & Ticket Taker // all circus members
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Archive No. 2003
Status: alive
Volume of the text: 957 words
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Warnings: mentions of 18+ content, violence, cannibalism, murder
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Lamias. Intelligent snake-like creatures are popular in your world. They are feared, admired, and captured to sell as pets for high prices. They are very expensive, and in the wild, they are stealthy nocturnal predators, so you were sure you would never cross paths with them.
However, during one of your walks, you helped one of the lamias, and now you have a new friend… Until the mating season begins.
✶ Doctor: Burmese python
⋆ Introduction
Walking through the forest to your favorite clearing, you tripped over tree roots and scraped your knees. Hissing in pain, you still hobbled to your favorite spot. A warm wind, rustling grass, and the text in your book drifted, and your consciousness began to slip away.
You wake up to someone else's touch and the feeling of wetness on your legs. An enormous snake with a black and red tail towers over you, smearing something across your knees. Nearby, you notice an empty container that used to hold your lunch.
He pulls away and silently looks into your eyes. A word of gratitude escapes your lips, trembling with fear, and he merely tilts his head to the side.
As you hurriedly gather your things and leave, he begins to stalk you, remaining silent.
1) One of the largest species of lamia.
2) Incredibly passive, but keenly sensitive to fear and reacting to it with extreme aggression.
3) Incredibly secretive creatures. They only show themselves to humans in extreme circumstances.
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{Stellaris Dominion xenobiologists recommend caution and retreating if necessary.}
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⋆ Starting a conversation
He begins showing up frequently in the windows of your house, seemingly deliberately monitoring your whereabouts and activities.
A day later, you find fresh game on the porch. If you decide to get rid of it, the next day you'll find a beautiful stone or a shiny object stolen from someone. He studies you from the shadows.
If you accept the gift, leave a piece of meat in return, and he'll soon bring something else.
Unlike Harlequin and Pierrot, he won't ask to come into your home. He'll build a nest nearby, wait for you every day, leave gifts, and accompany you into the forest, but he'll never ask to come in. However, he won't refuse if you decide to invite him in. So if you have enough space in your house, leave a piece of paper with an invitation or tell him directly, and watch the smile blossom on his face.
⋆ First shows of attraction
At first, he simply observes. The Doctor simply studies you up close. Sometimes, he might suddenly jump out from around a corner or wake you in the middle of the night, just to see how you react.
Over time, the illusory coldness fades completely, and simple curiosity gives way to a need for communication.
He becomes interested in absolutely everything you do. He wants to learn, understand, and delve into your every hobby, but when dealing with this type of lamia, it's definitely worth starting with the ABCs.
He becomes more tactile. Any positive reaction from you to his touch makes him glow inside.
⋆ Mating season begins
Their behavior will become more obsessive and… that's all.
Even the tiger lamias themselves have a hard time recognizing when a platonic relationship has turned romantic.
⋆ How it might all end
One day, the Doctor will feel an incredible urge to ask you to be his mate. Without warning, he'll disappear for a few days. Then, in the middle of the night, he'll return with a deer in his mouth and, as if nothing had happened, fall asleep next to you. He's probably the only one who doesn't require your direct consent.
The "concept of consent" from a human perspective is unknown to him, so he uses his own:
"If you accepted him into your home and didn't kick him out after he asked you to be his mate, then you're dating!"
If you don't agree with this, you'll have to spend a long time explaining why it doesn't work that way. Your refusal will upset him a little, but he's willing to stay by your side as a loyal friend and protector.
He'll have to leave your home from November to March, however, to avoid some extremely unpleasant situations…
⋆ Reproduction
Even if you don't deny your relationship, you'll still have to explain to him the concept of "human consent" as soon as possible, and how sexual deviations occur between humans. Because he'll also interpret calls to reproduction "in his own way."
His libido is a happy medium among other lamia species. The same can't be said for their size. One penis the size of a thigh is dangerous, and two are a serious crime.
He'll definitely build a nest and wouldn't mind having a family, but he's not as obsessed with this idea as Pierrot.
⋆ Traits
I] Incredibly quiet and secretive. They rarely come out to people, and meeting them is either a stroke of luck or a stroke of bad luck. In every sense.
II] Exceptionally high learning ability and a thirst for knowledge. With the right approach, they can even become surgeons and engineers.
III] They rarely start families due to their species' small numbers and the many dangers they face.
Paradoxically, if they do decide or are obsessed with starting a family, they often consider human partners.
⋆ Favorite gifts
I] Anything that will add coziness to your nest: blankets, pillows, pillowcases, etc.
II] Small things, especially pink ones. Simply because they're so small and cute.
III] Shiny things. Are they beautiful? You can even just use glitter in your makeup, and he'll be absolutely delighted.
imagine you hop back on the game after you got kidnapped and shi 💀
Leaving yandere characters alone is dangerous…
First of all for you~
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You're back in the game… After 2 months.
[Continuation of this post]
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Selfaware! Pierrot {} Harlequin {} Doctor {} Ticket Taker {} Jester
Archive No.2011
Status: alive
Volume of the text: 1 139 words
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Darkness and muffled applause are the first things you see upon returning to the game.
Didn't you log out at home? Where are you and what's going on?
✶ Pierrot
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot shows the audience an empty box, turns around twice, and out comes his best assistant!
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot smoothly transitions from his solo performance to your shared dance as you greet the audience. The white mask on your face smiles at every circus goer, and your burgundy dress sways with every movement.
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot is the first to notice that something is wrong. Your movements have become erratic, out of sync. As if one of the puppeteer's strings has snapped.
As if the hypnosis is beginning to wear off.
"What… What's going on?"
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot nearly jumps with delight at your whisper. He musters all his willpower to complete his performance. He runs out of the tent with you in his arms.
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot lays you down on the bed in his tent to discuss everything that happened in your absence. Tears roll down his mask.
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot tells you how he brought you to the circus so you could be safe under his watch. He carefully tells you that he missed you so much that the Jester had to "help you move on in this world while you dealt with your problems in another." He proudly describes your performances together. He promises he was incredibly gentle with you: he massaged your hands and feet after every rehearsal or performance, personally took care of your hair, and even taught himself many hairstyles suitable for your hair type.
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot removes your mask and discreetly fastens the chain on your leg. He presses himself against you, leaving a light kiss on your neck out of habit.
⋆ "You're back! You're really back! I missed you so much. My soul was burning with longing. I made so many gingerbread cookies with your image on them. Would you like me to bring them to you?"
✶ Harlequin
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin returns from his rounds of the circus and heads to Pierrot's private tent with the sole purpose of making his eye twitch.
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin catches Pierrot hugging you. When you turn in his direction, he thinks he's hallucinating. But when he realizes what's happening…
Oh~
Look who's back~
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin literally jumps on Pierrot while he's distracted by your caresses. Pierrot barely manages to take the blow, saving your ribs from breaking.
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin reluctantly pulls away, amid a terrifying growl, your furious screams, and a knife flying past his face.
⋆ "Yesterday, our threesome was perfectly fine with you. What happened today, Pierrot?~"
Selfaware! Harlequin, kneeling on the edge of the bed, gives you both his cheeky smile.
"He's lying, my lady!"
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin had already stopped believing in your return after the first month and wanted to take advantage of every opportunity… But one loyal dog had other ideas.
And she never left you alone. Even at a "private dinner," she continued to hold you in her arms.
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin jumps out of bed and runs away from the enraged Pierrot.
⋆ "I'll be back soon, ma'am, and I won't let you go until morning~"
✶ Doctor
⋆ Selfaware! The Doctor was just going for a routine checkup when he almost got stabbed in the face.
⋆ Selfaware! It seemed the two didn't even notice the Doctor. Shrugging, he walked inside and saw the reason for their disagreement.
⋆ Selfaware! The Doctor sat down next to you on the bed and began asking about your well-being. It seems he's become a little obsessed with it since learning the truth about the origins of their world.
⋆ Selfaware! The Doctor would like to ask you so many questions, but you don't seem to be in the mood for conversation. Everything is fine. Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? He'll get you some water and grab some food.
⋆ Selfaware! It seems the doctor has grown attached to you during your absence, as paradoxical as it may sound. He's gotten used to taking care of you.
⋆ "Your unconscious state certainly has many advantages, but it's incredibly disappointing to me. We have a lot to discuss, dear."
✶ Ticket Taker
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker didn't even notice what had happened for the first couple of days. Work was more important.
⋆ When Selfaware! Ticket Taker finally emerged from his tent, he noticed how the atmosphere in their family had changed dramatically. Pierrot and Harlequin's behavior had returned to normal. The Doctor began smiling more often. And that man walking around their circus… Their mouse had regained control of his body.
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker was angered by the fact that you were a "player," that everyone's suffering was merely for your amusement, but for the sake of his family, he accepted your existence. You even became tolerable to him as a person and pinned his last badge on your clothing.
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker isn't particularly happy about your return. Under the Jester's control, you were predictable, but after? You're a threat to the circus again.
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker went to report the situation to the Jester, but received only a short reply: "I know, my friend."
⋆ "That human is once again a threat to the circus. After what happened, they'll want revenge on us. Perhaps we should hypnotize them again?"
✶ Jester
⋆ Selfaware! Jester was the first to know about your awakening. One of the fools had broken free from his control, which felt like a slight but nagging itch under his skin.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester periodically glanced at the entrance to his tent, hoping to finish his performance before those kids destroyed the circus.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester, who had planned your joint performance after Pierrot, was now forced to improvise.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester, who was as interested in finding and truly searching for a passage into your world as Pierrot.
But unlike Pierrot, he wanted to strengthen his influence in the other world. To prove that they were more than just a "game."
⋆ Selfaware! Jester, who felt relieved after your return. Hypnosis can give Pierrot and Harlequin the illusion of love, but it can't completely replace it. Therefore, Pierrot's despair and melancholy grew stronger, and Harlequin's aggression and apathy became more obvious.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester, who bluntly announces to you that the circus has become your home in this world. They are already in another country. You can no longer leave it. Don't even try.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester, who looms menacingly over you before removing the chain from your leg.
⋆ "If you dare disappear again, rest assured, I'll get you. We'll all get you, and you'll regret ever treating us like that."
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⋆ "Why? Why are you hiding behind the screen from me? Why did you abandon me? Where are you? Are you hurt and miserable!? Are you wounded!? Are you mad at him!?"
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot feels confusion, which gradually turns to panic.
⋆ He tries to calm himself and distract himself. He decorates the tent for your return, spends more time training, prepares more sweets… And notices how he inevitably returns to painting your portrait on gingerbread cookies.
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot knows you know more about him than you're letting on. Did that really turn you off?
⋆ Now Selfaware! Pierrot is truly panicked. He's afraid you've abandoned him. He's ready to scream for you to hear him, understand how much he needs you, and come back.
⋆ For Selfaware! Pierrot feels each new day longer than the last. He longingly runs his hands through the hair of a sleeping man who, without you, could only lie with his eyes open and stare at the ceiling.
⋆ Selfaware! Pierrot clings desperately to an empty shell. Tears glisten on his white cheeks.
⋆ Two weeks later, Selfaware! Pierrot's despair will give way to determination. His world is separated from yours by only a small screen. You can influence his world. Then he can too. He just needs to find a way.
✶ Harlequin
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin feels relieved. No more threat to the circus, no more stabbing from Pierrot, no more of these disgusting feelings.
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin stopped going to the coffee shop and the street where it is located after a couple of days.
"Your boss's face just irritates me terribly."
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin catches himself talking to you in his head, thinking of a way to play a prank on you next time, and then abruptly pulls himself together. You are no longer in this world.
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin is angry. He doesn't understand what could have occupied you so much. Can't you spare him at least 5 minutes?
⋆ Selfaware! Harlequin realizes his love for you the next time his gaze lingers on your apartment window. It happens suddenly, like a bucket of ice water in the morning.
⋆ Legs Selfaware! Harlequin leads him to your apartment. Your empty shell lies on the bed. He doesn't care about the falseness of his world, but you… he saw something important in you.
⋆ Teasing Selfaware! Harlequin, his hugs and threats have no effect on an unconscious body. This becomes the final blow.
⋆ "Just wait. I'll find a way out. I'll remind you of my existence so that you won't dare leave me again."
✶ Doctor
⋆ Selfaware! Doctor notices that his tent has become too quiet. Your voice was his catalyst, helping him focus and work more efficiently.
⋆ Selfaware! Doctor is sure you're just hanging out with Pierrot and Harlequin. But when he has to prescribe sedatives for Pierrot and listen to Harlequin's complaints once again, it becomes clear that something is wrong.
⋆ Selfaware! Doctor is the last to learn that you're literally from different worlds. He thinks you're sick or have moved to another city… Oh, you're from another world and very busy there.
⋆ Selfaware! Doctor learns that you've been gone for almost a month. It's truly strange. He's trying to support Pierrot and Harlequin. You'll return, he's sure.
⋆ Selfaware! Doctor offers to transport your empty shell to the circus. So even if the circus leaves early, you'll still be with them.
⋆ Selfaware! The Doctor makes the bed and helps Pierrot position your body anatomically correctly.
⋆ Selfaware! The Doctor waits for the others to leave the room and then sits quietly next to you.
⋆ "Sweetie, I think it's time you went back. Otherwise, Pierrot will go completely crazy."
✶ Ticket Taker
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker is angry. Was all the suffering he's endured just a game? Just entertainment for people?
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker doesn't notice your absence. It's too hard for him to accept the terrible truth, so he spends most of his time in the Jester's tent.
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker feels guilty for leaving all the work on the Jester's shoulders while he tries to recover.
"If our suffering was real, then the world around us is real too. It's just different. It's ours."
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker finally returns to work and notices the strange behavior of the younger members of the troupe.
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker learns that a pesky mouse has gone missing. He's inwardly jubilant, but the mood in his family is beginning to frighten him.
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker moves the tents because the long-standing conflict between Pierrot and Harlequin has escalated.
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker stares indifferently at the empty shell, unable to understand how such a small person could have such a profound impact on his family.
⋆ Selfaware! Ticket Taker tries to delve deeper into his work to avoid becoming an unwitting participant in another quarrel between Pierrot and Harlequin.
⋆ "If that mouse doesn't return soon, I'll personally drag it here from the other world."
✶ Jester
⋆ Selfaware! Jester is afraid. Everything he's built over the years is crumbling before his eyes.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester is temporarily closing the circus. The likelihood of someone seeing Pierrot plunge knives into Harlequin's body is becoming too high.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester doesn't care about the falseness of their world or your disappearance. But he's definitely angry about how this has affected his family.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester sees Pierrot's blows become stronger, Harlequin's bullying more aggressive, and Ticket Taker's overtime more frequent. His family has become more considerate of their own health and the health of their loved ones.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester holds meetings, organizes dinners and evenings together, but all paths to solving the problem lead him to your empty shell.
⋆ Selfaware! Jester examines your body. Only one idea crept into his mind. The only true idea.
⋆ "If the previous puppeteer is too busy, I could be a worthy replacement."
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