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You have been travelling with the circus for a few months now. You don’t exactly have a real job just yet, instead Jester and Bil give you odd jobs and tasks they think that you can’t mess up. Today, you’re helping set up the circus in a new town—of course the heavy lifting is left to the monsters. You’re mostly helping move some of the lighter boxes from the trailers to the correct areas, while the others assemble the tents and move heavier equipment.
The box in your hands is for Pierrot’s tent, which he is currently gathering up the parts for. You walk over to him, preparing to say hello and give him a quick kiss, but your steps hesitate when he bends down to pick up the tent support poles. He’s wearing most of his costume, excluding his coat and neck ruff for easier movement. You know a singular human couldn't lift the solid steel beam, but Pierrot doesn't seem to be phased in the slightest. You can see his biceps straining against the black fabric of his leotard, but he takes easy steps towards the baseplate, bending to lower and slot the pole into place. When he turns to retrieve the next pole, you see his expression brighten as he spots you, and he skips over happily.
“Oh, my dear! How long have you been standing there?”
You blink owlishly, glancing at the watch on your wrist.
“Just a few minutes. I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were lifting that.”
He trills happily, nuzzling his head into your shoulder.
“You’re so very sweet, my love, but you can always interrupt me.” He leans in to whisper in your ear.. “Just don’t tell Jester.”
You giggle, lowering the box in your hands to the ground, turning back to him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to get either of us in trouble, love.”
He purrs as you slip your hands into his hair, softly petting his head. You lean down to press a kiss onto his mask, right on his forehead before stepping back.
“”Okay, we should get back to work. I’ll find you when Jes and Bil dismiss me.”
Pierrot nods and the two of you exchange a quick kiss and a brief goodbye. You continue with your work over the next few hours very distractedly, purposely leaving the boxes for the red tent for the fools, to avoid further stray thoughts. When you break for lunch, Jester pulls you aside. He scrutinises you, glancing you up and down with narrowed eyes.
“You seem troubled, pet. Is there something the matter?”
You consider lying, telling him that you’re fine, or just tired, but you know that he would know it's a lie. You sigh,glancing away shyly.
“It’s nothing important, I just saw Pierrot building his tent. I didn’t realise quite how strong he is.”
Jester’s replying hum is clearly amused, and the corner of his mouth flicks up.
“I see. Yes, Pierrot is the strongest here. It’s quite impressive, isn’t it?”
You nod, eyes glazing slightly as you remember his bulging muscles. JEster places a hand on your head, petting you softly.
“Once you’ve had your lunch, you should help Pierrot. All the tents have been put up, but there are some adjustments and setting up to do.”
You nod, looking up to see his soft, knowing smirk. You blush slightly and mutter a request to leave, mentioning something about wanting to get some food before the Doctor eats it all. Jester laughs, dismissing you and looking down at his clipboard. You start walking towards the kitchen trailer, trying not to think too much about Pierrot, but ultimately failing. You imagine what his chest and back muscles looked like under his costume, flexing and moving under his skin. You sigh dreamily, arriving at the table outside the trailer where all the food was on display. It’s mostly prepackaged pastries and sandwiches, since the whole circus, especially Pierrot, was too busy to cook today. You grab a few of the things that seem nice and pile them onto a paper napkin, stepping away to sit in the sun. It's starting to get a little warmer now, but it’s still chilly enough that you’re bundled up in a jacket, so the warmth of the sun is a pleasant feeling. As you take a few bites of your food, you notice Pierrot waving as he exits the trailer. Even though it's just the circus staff at the moment, the main cast still eat inside the trailer just in case any wandering locals try to sneak a peek. He approaches, crouching down to bring his head closer to level with yours.
“Hello again, my love. Fancy seeing you here!”
You smile and finish chewing your food before pressing a kiss to his mask.
“Hi there. Jester said that I can help you after lunch, if that’s alright with you?”
Pierrot’s eyes widen, and he grins widely and nods enthusiastically.
“Oh, that’s fantastic news! There isn’t much left to do in my tent, just moving some furniture around and small decorations and such.”
You nod in acknowledgement, taking another small bite of your food. Your eyes wander downwards, lingering on the muscles of his chest beneath that tight black fabric. Your chewing slows momentarily, but you quickly look back at Pierrot and continue eating like normal. He tilts his head to the side slightly, but you swallow your food and speak to stop him from questioning you.
“We’re getting through this pretty quickly, huh? Hopefully we should be finished before it gets dark.”
Pierrot nods, smiling softly at you.
“Your help makes all the difference, my dear.”
You scoff and roll your eyes, smiling at him.
“I love you, but you’re very silly. I’m not much better than the fools; I’m not exactly moving mountains like you are.”
He pouts, settling onto his knees and slipping his arms under your thighs, almost hugging your legs.
“Don’t put yourself down so much, meu bem. You work much harder than the fools do, and you always get it right. Plus, you’re much more fun to have around, prettier, funnier, sexier—”
You snort, hiding behind one of your hands as you look down at him.
“You’re such a dork, Pierrot. My giant, precious dork.”
You press a hand against his mask and caress it, and he rumbles happily against your legs. You finish your food quickly, taking Pierrot by the hand and walking back to his tent. There isn’t that much to do in the tent, so Pierrot gives you the task of unpacking the smaller props and equipment like his aerial silks, daggers and costumes. He moves some of the heavier pieces, like the wheel from the first show of his that you ever saw. You try not to stare as he hauls it across the tent, but you can’t help but try to see through his leotard, wishing you could watch those shoulder muscles ripple with effort. It occurs to you that if he’s strong enough to assemble a circus tent alone, he would be more than strong enough to lift you with ease, and manhandle you completely. He could lift you up onto his shoulder with one arm and throw you onto a bed or hold you against a wall or even just hold you in his hand and have his way with you like you’re a fucktoy. You let out a quiet sound, but Pierrot ceases his actions, head turning to you like a dog with his ears pricked up.
“Th-That noise… What…?”
You blush viciously, turning away from him and rooting through the box of his daggers, focusing on removing the rolls and pouches from the box, lining them up on the shelf. You can hear Pierrot placing down the wheel and taking a few steps up to you before he rests a hand on your shoulder.
“My love?” You hum in question but don’t meet his eyes, pretending to be focused on your task. “Why did you make that noise?”
You play dumb.
“What noise? I’m not sure what you mean.”
He huffs, resorting to flattening himself against your back, pressing the outline of his soft cock against your ass. You make another noise, fumbling the knife roll in your hands.
“It was just like that one. Your flustered noise. The one when you’re thinking dirty thoughts. What were you thinking?”
He slides his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he rests his head against your neck. You shudder, dropping the knife roll and placing a hand on his.
“It’s nothing, Pierrot. We need to finish this or Jester will—”
Pierrot grumbles softly in warning, squeezing his claws around your hips and pulling you back into him, and you can feel that his dick is starting to firm up behind you.
“This can wait. We have two more days until opening night. Now, please tell me.”
You release a heavy breath and nod.
“Uh, I was just watching you move the wheel. You’re a lot stronger than I realised, and my mind started coming up with all these ideas of things you could do to me.”
He nods against your shoulder, slipping his hand slightly under your shirt and teasing the skin of your stomach absently.
“What kind of things? Were you frightened?”
You know he’s very self-conscious about scaring you, but you can tell from the way he said it that he already knows the answer. Nevertheless, you answer him truthfully.
“No, Pierrot. To be honest, and I’m shy about admitting this, I was pretty turned on.”
Pierrot chuffs happily, rolling his hips against your ass.
“You like it? My monstrous strength? Really?”
You agree, emptying your hands and turning, facing him. You press a kiss to his mask, caressing it with one of your hands. He purrs, enjoying the sensation for a few minutes before he bends slightly, slipping his hands under your thighs and lifting you into the air. You squeak, wrapping your arms around his neck and looping your legs around his waist. He looks at you with wide golden eyes, placing a hand under your ass to hold you in place while the other moves to hold your cheek.
“How did I ever get so lucky? My perfect little love. So kind and beautiful while also being so open and loving to this monster. I would do anything for you, give you the whole world over just for a smile. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”
You flush even deeper, staring into that intense gaze.
“Do I even weigh anything to you? Do you struggle at all?” He shakes his head before pressing a kiss to your jaw. “I want you to throw me around like a ragdoll and fuck me like a toy.”
Pierrot shudders and you can see the hair on the back of his neck start puffing up. He whimpers and starts licking and kissing at your skin, promising he will do anything you desire, and you know he will.