#crazy clown face paint

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✯𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥✯

IN WHICH... Chris experiences the best head of his life at the freak show.

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!! switch!chris, dom!colby, cuck!colby, switch!reader. clowns, fire, alcohol, sexual escapades, oral (m receiving), slapping, choking.

Chris doesn't know how he got into this situation.

One minute he was at a club in LA with his friends, then he was in some bedroom getting head from Tara's friends who works at the place.

Let's start from the beginning.

Chris was a bit on edge tonight.

The triplets had turned 21 about a week ago, and Tara and a few of their other friends (Sam and Colby, Jake and Johnny, Larray and Quen) had planned to take them to a club. Because Tara was the one who came up with the idea, she decided the club of the night should be ''FreakShow''.

When the triplets heard this, they were all put off by it.

Who names a club FreakShow?

With some convincing, Tara got them to agree. They arrived at the club and instantly were confused with the people they were seeing.

It looked like a rock show with how much leather and gothic faces they were met with. "Tara, what the fuck is this place?" Nick asked as they walked right past the security guard and into the club. Tara answers with a giggle, excitement coursing through her veins.

"Relax! Just have fun tonight!" Colby says clapping his hands and rubbing them together. The group walks through a tunnel that's illuminated in black light, wild scribbles on the wall catching their attention. Chris makes out some of the words scribbled on the wall and he chuckles to himself.

They approach a door where a girl in a clown outfit and face paint greets them. "Tara! Long time no see! How are you?" The girls voice is a bit high-pitched, fitting her clown costume.

"Janey! I know I've been so busy but I brought some new friends since they just turned 21!" The girl, now known as Janey, eyes the triplets. It's as if her mood switches, her body movement becoming more animated. She gives a wide creepy smile showing off her sharp yellow teeth.

"Well, Tara you know the rules. Each new person has to tell the freakiest thing they have done, after all this is the FreakShow."

The triplets immediately look at Tara, their eyes wide. "Tara you did not tell us this!" Everyone laughs as the boys begin to freak out. "Oh calm down! there are no cameras or anything, and this place is free of judgment! Look I'll even say mine!" Tara turned back to Janey and smiled, "I made out with Y/n and Jake watched!" Jake nods along, proving the statement is true.

"Ok, now you guys go! Hurry up I don't want to miss Y/n's show."

The brothers look at each other, speaking with their eyes.

"Fuck it! I blew a guy in the locker room during a fire drill." Nick states.

Chris chokes on his spit hearing Nick's confession. He remembers that day and how Nick was talking about a sore throat. Now he knows why. "Matt your turn," Nick says waving his hand, not wanting the attention to stay on him.

"Umm... Can I like whisper it to you?" He asks Janey. She nods and takes a step closer, allowing Matt to whisper in her ear. She pulls away with an eyebrow raised. "I'm going to find you later, you seem fun to play with." Matt blushes and turns to Chris waiting for him to go.

"Umm, I had sex with a girl wearing a Ghostface mask?" Janey smiles at the group and unlocks the metal door, letting them through with a bow, "Have fun at the FreakShow."

Tara thanked her before pushing the group through the doors.

The sight they are met with is almost scandalous. Multiple people in revealing outfits. Most of them are clown-themed, and others are just straight-up lingerie. Like Janey, some of the faces are covered in paint, and their hair being done up in crazy ways.

There are girls and guys on stages, some dancing on poles and others just dancing provocatively. There are some people in cages and others on aerial hoops.

"This is like a fucking circus!"

Chris states holding onto Larray tightly when a girl walks past him with a snake. Tara guides them to a section that's blocked off and has a perfect view of the stage. Chris immediately notices a wide variety of liquor on the table with a placement card that reads Tara's name.

They sit down and begin to drink, the alcohol instantly loosening Chris up and making him relax.

The group laughs and talks, pointing out the different acts of the "freaks" around them.

"She just shoved a knife down her throat! I definitely think I cou-Holy shit!" Nick jumps back into his seat as a girl walks by, blowing fire out of her mouth. She cackles before bouncing away, literally.

A bit of time passes before a loud voice resembling the Jokers comes over the intercom.

"Tonight we have a special show for you freaks, created by our one and only Y/n, a true freak herself. She loves to scare, and she loves to make all genders crumble. Try not to drool and try not to cream." He lets out a manic laugh that makes some of the crowd uneasy, and the rest shout.

A loud bass fills the club, shaking the whole floor. Chris could feel his insides vibrating along with the bottles on the table. His eyes dart to the stage as the familiar lyrics all over Tiktok makes it's way through his ears.

"Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like a carnival I done did the impossible!"

A bunch of contorted bodies crawl onto the stage, sending a shiver up Chris's spine. He watches their ragged but hypnotizing movements, the way some of them flip and bend intriguing him.

He sits up seeing an aerial hoop descending down onto the stage, a body attached to it.

"That's Y/n!" Tara shouts as she jumps up from the couch, clapping excitedly.

Y/n does a bunch of tricks on the hoop that has the crowd shouting in encouragement.

Pain all in my eyes, I can't see, huh I'm 'bout to jump out my body, I'm ready to leap, uh

She hangs upside down from the hoop by her legs, two of the dancers beginning to spin her.

Dollar signs all in my dreams, I don't never see Z's, whoa, whoa-whoa That swag cover my body like it's a disease, whoa, whoa-whoa

She sensually lowers her body from the hoops and crawls on the runway of the stage, almost like a lion getting ready to pounce on its prey.

Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like a carnival I done did the impossible

When she gets to the end of the runway, she arches her back, stretching her arms forward like a cat.

She stands quickly and does backhand springs until she lands in the center of the stage, the rest of the dancers circling around her. One of them grabs her neck, yanking it back harshly and pouring a liquid into her mouth.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

She blows bright pink flames from her mouth, the pyrotechnics on the stage following her lead. Everyone screams in shock as the song ends.

"She finally did it! Holy shit!"

The girl smiles and gives her final bow, blowing a kiss to the crowd before cartwheeling off the stage.

"That was different," Matt says after he stops clapping. The club resumes with random songs playing and people continuing their partying. " Y/n always puts on good shows! Never a disappointment."

Colby jumps feeling a pair of hands caress his chest before sliding down, "Aww you flatter me Colby." Tara squeals seeing her best friend. As the girl walks around the couch, Chris takes the time to examine her. Her outfit consists of black ripped fishnets, a bright pink thong that is covered by a black leather mini skirt, and a leather bikini top that presses her boobs together. Her hair was in some kind of style Chris couldn't exactly name, but it suited her. Her makeup wasn't the craziest he'd seen tonight, but it was still enough to pique his interest considering she had one-star eye-contact in, as well as concealed eyebrows. Her feet were covered in black chunky boots that made her seem taller than she actually was.

She plops down in Colby's lap, smiling at Tara. "So I take it we liked the show?"

Everyone begins to hype her up, expressing how good it was. "I'm glad you all loved it! I had to practice my fire blowing for weeks!"

Suddenly Y/n's eyes fall on the three boys, "I've never seen you three before." Her eyes stay on Chris, making him quickly look away. "They are my friends! They just turned 21 and I wanted them to have a fun night! This is Nick, Matt, and Chris!" Tara explains.

Y/n hums and leans back into Colby who is rubbing her thighs through her fishnets.

"Are you three having fun?"

Chris is too busy watching Colby’s hands, he doesn't answer her, leaving Nick and Matt to do so. "This place is very ...different?" Y/n laughs at Nick's descriptive words.

"It is different, that's the joy of it all. A place for any and everyone who might be into the weird things to come in and relax, have fun, unleash their inner freak."

"What are you into?" Chris suddenly asks.

"Ask Colby what I'm into." Chris’s eyes dart to Colby who is cheesing hard. "Oh yeah, this one is crazy. She asked me to hold a knife to her throat a couple of times."

"Girl what? You're insane." Nick says shaking his head. She does nothing but wink before leaning forward and grabbing a cup of alcohol. Chris can't help but watch the way some of the liquid spills out the side of the cup, and falls down her glimmering breasts.

"Oh my god wait! I haven't seen you in so long! I saw you got your tongue split! let me see!" Quen shouts over the music.

Y/n cheeses and opens her mouth, letting the split tongue fall out of her mouth.

Chris thought he would have been disgusted with the muscular organ, but he found himself adjusting how he was sitting, attempting to hide his rising boner.

Colby notices instantly and smirks to himself, plotting.

“I don’t know if I find it cool or weird,” Larray states, poking the tongue in the process. “It hurt like a bitch but it’s so fun now! I can tie a cherry stem now…I also got to eat a girl out and she said it felt amazing.”

“Wait I need to see the cherry thing!”

She takes a cherry from the jar on the table and puts it in her mouth, chewing on the bittersweet fruit before moving her tongue around.

Chris can’t help but imagine what the split tongue would feel like on his tip, wrapped around both sides as she-

“Done!” She sticks her tongue out, the tied stem on display.

Chris sucks in a sharp breath and abruptly stands up, “I-I have to go to the bathroom.” He announces, walking off without another word.

“Y/n you should show him where the bathroom is.” Colby suggests.

Y/n isn’t dumb, she had seen Chris looking at her and trying to hide his boner since she sat down on Colby’s lap.

She gives Colby a look before standing up and strutting off, her eyes set on Chris. She slides infront of him making him stumble back, “let me show you to the bathroom.” She doesn’t give him an option, grabbing his hand and leading him through the club.

They walk through a dimly lit hallway before she pushes him through a curtain.

“T-this isn’t the bathroom.” He mumbles looking around the room. He notices a bed and his heart begins to race.

“I know.” The smile she gives is anything but innocent. She walks closer to him, her taller stature towering over him. “I also know you were only going to the bathroom to jerk off.”

She trails an acrylic finger down his chest before stopping at his belt,

“Tell me Chris, do you like freaks? Cause I like freaks too.”

Her eyes dart up, making the boy gulp as a sheer sheet of sweat forms on his forehead. She leans down and whispers in his ear, “I’m not stupid, I saw the way you were looking at me, especially my tongue.” She allows the split muscle to lightly lick his ear.

His face burns a bright pink as he whimpers. “Come on, you know you want to.” She taunts as her hand lightly begins to palm him.

“W-what about Colby?”

“What about me?”

Y/n whips around and smiles seeing the tall boy. He walks over and stands behind her, wrapping his large hand around her throat. “Is this s-some kind of joke? Aren’t you guys dating?” Chris asks looking at the two, his heart beating out of his chest.

“Dating? Nooo, me and this one just like to have fun sometimes.” Y/n giggles and nods along to Colby’s words, her hand still palming Chris.

Colby lets go of Y/n and walks over to a chair in the corner, taking a seat. “Now, I’m giving you the opportunity to have fun tonight.”

“Come on Chris, don’t you want to have fun?” Y/n tags on.

Chris looks over to Colby who nods, giving him the ok to agree.

"Yeah...Ok"

Y/n grins sadistically before grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pushing the boy back on the bed. Chris is looking at her as if she’s crazy, he’s never been manhandled by a girl before and he didn’t expect it to turn him on this much.

She crawls over him before settling down on his lap, grinding down on his erection. His hands fly to her hips as he lets out a barely audible moan.

“Tell me what you want pretty boy,” she continues to grind her hips, her own wetness spreading through her folds.

“He wants your mouth,” Colby answers as he palms himself through his jeans. She grins down at Chris, tilting her head to the side.

“You want my mouth?” She leans down, watching his eyes dart to her lips. She sees the temptation in his eyes and she feeds into it. She grabs hold of his jaw and plants her lips against his.

He squeezes her sides tightly as she pushes her tongue in his mouth, a chill running up his spine as he feels the split muscle fighting against his own tongue.

“Quit teasing him,” Colby demands. Y/n pulls away from Chris with an eye roll and looks at Colby.

“I’m not teasing him, it’s called foreplay. Maybe you forgot since everyone else you fuck is trash.” Her bratty response causes Colby to rise to his feet. He yanks her off of Chris and forces her to her knees.

He grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back and looking down at her smirking face.

"She's a brat Chris, always wanting to press your buttons and get you worked up until you go over the deep end-"

Chris's eyes widen for what seems like the umpteenth time this night seeing Colby slap the girl on her knees. Her face whips to the side but her chesire smile never leaves.

He does it again, and again, and again, until Y/n is sniffling softly, her smile slowly falling. Colby grabs hold of her jaw and forces her head upward, "are you done being a brat?"

"Yes," she answers obediently, her once playful and seductive tone replaced with a submissive one.

Colby takes the initiative and shoves Y/n's face into Chris's hard-on, the bulge pressing against her aching cheek.

"Now be good and suck him off. We both know you've been wanting to try that new modification out."

Chris stays frozen, this whole situation being new to him. He doesn't know what to do besides sit and watch.

"Now!" The girl jumps and hastily begins to unbutton Chris's belt. He lifts himself up, aiding her in pulling both his pants and boxers down.

His cock springs up and Y/n can feel her mouth salivating, her lips parting slightly as she examines the phallus.

She grabs the base and inches forward, holding eye contact as she spits on his tip. He whimpers at the feeling on his tip, the whimper turning into a soft moan as she begins to pump.

His moans are like music to her ears, egging her on. They differ from Colby, more soft and a bit shy. Colby's is deep and more dominant. She figures it's because he's not in his element of control in the bedroom, not used to having a girl calling the shot and handling him how she sees fit.

She loves it.

He flinches feeling both sides of her tongue running up his shaft. She wraps her plump lips around his swollen tip, swirling her tongue around it. Suddenly her head is pushed down and held in place, shocking both her and Chris.

Chris groans and clenches his eyes shut feeling her throat clench around him.

"What did I say about teasing? Suck his dick the right way or I'm not fucking you tonight."

The threat of not being fucked into the mattress after not seeing Colby for a month gets to her.

She doesn't hold back, immediately bobbing her head and slobbering all over him.

Chris can feel his soul leaving his body, his toes curling as her split tongue adds even more pleasure. It felt better than he could imagine.

"Shit!" He doesn't know if he wants to push her away or let her continue the assault on his dick. As she begins to fondle his balls, he bucks his hips forward, his dick hitting the back of her throat. He panics thinking he hurt her but stops realising,

She didn't gag.

She didn't gag when Colby pushed her head down either.

She doesn't have a gag reflex.

"You can be rough with her Chris, don't be scared. She likes being used, isn't that right?"

Chris sucks in a sharp breath and bites his lip as the girl moans around him, confirming Colby's words. She pulls away from him, a wide and deranged smile on her face.

"Fuck my mouth Chris, I know you want to." She kitten licks his tip, pushing him to break.

And he does just that.

His hand finds its way to the back of her head, gripping the pink hair and pushing her head back down.

He begins to fuck her mouth, not hard enough to hurt her (his actions still unsure to him), but hard enough to make spit pool out of her mouth.

The drool mixed with precum falls out the side of her mouth, some getting on the bed, some falling on her chest, and the rest trickling down his shaft.

His grunts and moans along with the lewd slurping noises bounce off the walls of the room as his thrusts become more erratic, chasing his orgasm.

She can tell he's close, feeling his dick twitching in her mouth, the way his stomach caves in with the harsher he breathes.

She pushes his hands away and lifts her head, "cum in my mouth pretty boy, you know you want to."

She swirls her tongue around his tip, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

"Ah sh-" Chris cuts himself off with a loud groan and shoves her head all the way down. She feels the cum hit the back of her throat, sliding down with ease.

She pulls off of him with a pop and licks her lips, watching Chris breathe heavily.

She pulls him down and begins to make out with him, standing up slowly and crawling on top of him.

She's hungry for him now, wanting to experience his girth inside of her. Before she could even begin to remove her fishnets, Colby stops them, "Not so quick pretty girl." She stops and looks at Colby, still grinding down on Chris. She watches as he approaches them.

"You think you get to fuck two people tonight?" She giggles, moving off of Chris and closer to Colby, "Greedy girl. He can't even handle you and you want to play with him." He snatches her by her neck and leans closer before planting his lips against hers.

chris watches as the two make out next to him, his body buzzing with adrenaline. "You wanna give Chris a show? Hm? You want to show him how to handle you for next time?" Y/n nods eagerly, not even paying attention to what Colby is saying, just wanting to be fucked dumb.

"Sit on the chair Chris, you're going to learn how to fuck her just how she likes it."

can yall tell where i lowkey gave up? 😭 lmao sorry.

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Buggy Headcanons ˗ˏˋ꒰🍒꒱ˎˊ˗

★ — OPLA Buggy the Clown ♡

﹢he's the type of guy to follow the "i hate everyone but you" trope. the second he sees you, his heart lights up and he drops everything he's doing to go talk to you, even just for a moment. he could be heated, yelling at his crew, but when he sees you, he smiles and drops everything until you leave.

﹢he's a sucker for cuddles. absolutely loves them. if he's had a long and stressful day, he'll just fall on top of you and pass out. he loves to lay on you. his head on your chest as he rub his back or play with his hair. he definitely snores. not too loud but not quiet either. sometimes it'll get loud and you'll need to wake him up to get some decent sleep x)

﹢both a morning/night person. he goes to bed late and wakes up early. he doesn't get too much sleep because of how busy he is. sometimes the only time he gets with you is when you're both in me. if he's not deathly tired, he'll lay on his side with his head propped up on his hand as he listens to you talk about your day. your voice soothes him.

﹢he's very insecure. lowkey hates himself. his ego is forced and a facade for others so he can intimidate them. he hates his nose. he hates the subject being brought up in any conversation. when he was younger, before meeting shanks, he would wear a mask to hide his nose.

﹢i know everyone is like "buggy is a sex god and dominant and-" no. sorry. he is extremely insecure. it took him a while to show you who he really was. he lets himself unfold with you. he is himself with you. his true self.

﹢the crossbones on his forehead and upper cheek are tattooed on but he paints his face with makeup. his eyelashes are naturally long but he does wear falsies to accentuate it and make himself look more like a clown. his hair is naturally long but he tends to tuck and pin it back underneath the striped bandana.

﹢he likes things to be equal during sex. no top or bottom. as cringe as it may sound, he loves to call it 'love-making'. no fucking or hooking up - rather making love with one another. he worships you, especially in the bedroom. constant kisses and praise. loves doing all of the work, especially if you're stressed out. his favorite position is when you're both laying down on your sides and your holding each other while he makes love to you.

﹢he's a strict believer in taking care of you. pays for meals, surprises you with presents, doesn't want you working- he wants you to be completely comfortable and satisfied. someone as special like you should never even lift a finger. he has it all covered.

﹢loves to let you do his makeup. sometimes he'll be reading the newspaper while you're painting his eyes or lips. it's like he's an actor and you're his makeup artist. he can never get the lines as precise and as neat as you can. once you're finished, he gives you a kiss on your cheek, leaving a red mark. this happens every time.

﹢he's a goofy drunk, very humorous and silly. but as he sobers up, he becomes extremely clingy and doesn't let go of you.

﹢in the public eye, he acts very possessive of you, like he's the one in control. he always needs to be touching you. if you're apart, he'll send a hand your way and hold yours while he's busy. preferably his off-hand so he can still get some work done.

﹢people are scared of him for obvious reasons but when it's just the two of you, he's a big baby. sometimes he'll even use a certain voice whenever he talks to you. you tease him in public, telling others he's a completely different person when you two are alone. he laughs, calls you crazy, and plays it off.

﹢he loves no one more than he loves you.

﹢whenever he performs a show, he always gets you a seat up front. makes sure you can kick your feet up, your popcorn is always full, and you're enjoying yourself. whenever he pulls someone up on the set to help with one of his acts, you're almost always the person he picks.

﹢his favorite moments with you are when you're sitting on the deck of his ship, everyone else is asleep, and the two of you are counting the stars together and admiring one another.

﹢he loves to eat. if you two are eating together, he'll ask for the rest of yours and then some. messy eater, too.

﹢he's a great listener. loves to hear about your day.

﹢he loves to give you massages. just loves to pamper you, in general. your feet will be kicked up on his lap as he rubs them and you vent about your day or your laying on your back and he's above you, massaging your shoulders and hips.

﹢he just loves you. and he is a sweet and delicate man so treat him like one. he's the type of guy to sacrifice the world for you, not you for the world.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Can you do a yandere killer clown that has been following you all night on Halloween

A/N:I wrote this a long time ago and hated it at the time but it really wasn't as bad as I thought! Hope you all are having a wonderful 2024 :>

Synopsis: A suspicious "killer clown" has been stalking you on Halloween to your dismay. Is it really just a costume?

CW: murderous clown, clownery, slight in-depth stabbing(death), stalking, intimidation, general fear 

Word count: 2.7k

“Nice costume, man!” The echoed memory rang hollow inside your bobbing head. “I bet the black helps hide all the blood, huh?” 

At the time you mischievously brought a hand to your mouth, shielding it from the eyes of curious and terrified children who mersmerisingly watched you joke to the killer clown. The masked figure hovered in front of you, staring blankly from behind the blur of white and red. The figure didn’t move, didn’t alter to his dominant hand with the bloody knife that rested in his palm. 

You were met with silence as your comment passed; dark, invisible eyes watched you through the small eye-slits of the clown’s mask. Its elaborate makeup donned diamonds under and above each eye hole, a spongy red nose covering the mask’s nostrils. Though, you could still hear whoever was underneath, breathing-- the air pushing against the silicone. Painted black lips covered the faint outline on the masks mouth, detailed to almost look feminine. However, the broad shoulders underneath the harlequin patterned suit made you think otherwise. 

You gave an amused smile, letting the figure keep in-character as he watched you slowly pass. A whiff of reeking gore and thick blood came across you as you walked away; a thought of ‘maybe you should have honked the clown’s nose for good measure’ crossed your mind, but the smell made you think otherwise. If he was dedicated enough to cover himself in pigs blood, who knew what else he’d do to you to stay in character.

Your mind ran in circles as the heels of your feet ached, your subconscious desperate to know what you said that made it all go wrong, or what made it go too right with this costumed killer clown. 

Because here you were, walking down your neighborhood’s sidewalk with flickering light posts barely brightening the road in front of you as you sped passed your front door for the third time. With a dirty hand mirror gripped in your sweaty palm, you faced it slightly below your shoulder, hoping it was low enough that the shadow behind you couldn’t see it. You caught a glimpse of the red-speckled plastic mask and dazzling crimson hair of the clown behind you. Shutting the pocket mirror immediately, you picked up your pace again for whatever time again that night-- you've lost count. But it didn’t matter, the masked freak always seemed to be just a lamp post away, gradually getting closer with a joyful pep in his step.

After your first interaction with him at a lame Halloween festival, you then saw him again at the gas station right across your friends’ street, and once more at that same friend's costume party. You thought it must've been a coincidence to see him inside the gas station, only witnessing the back of his crazy dyed hair that looked too attached to be a wig; talk about being dedicated to the bit. Maybe he gets paid for being a scare actor? You didn't know, you didn't get the chance to ask before he ran out at the sight of a police officer perusing the candy aisle. Too bad for him, it was only a prominent gay dressed up in a sexy uniform. 

But there he was again that night, peeking behind your friend's bedroom window that you sat across from. Seeing him there nearly made you shriek, jumping up enough to spill your drink all over the guy next to you. When you tried to explain, the clown had disappeared, only to show up mere minutes later from the bathroom window while you tried to rub beer out of your costume. 

Seeing him the second time was nearly as startling, but you managed to keep your reaction to a minimum, merely glaring at the bloodied clown from behind dark glass. You threw your cup at the window, hoping to scare him off or show that you weren’t worth fucking around with, but he… didn’t move. Through the tiny hole in the mouth of the mask, breath came through, just slightly fogging up the glass. How the hell did he get up here in the first place, weren’t you on the second floor?? 

You turned away, hoping to just turn the light off and that’d be the last you’d see of him; but a thump on the glass told you otherwise. Another thump, this time almost with a clinking crack. Your hand still resting on the lightswitch; you nonchalantly looked back to see a familiar knife jabbed against the window pane, small cracks growing as he twisted it further into the window. Your hope of giving an apathetic reaction to deter him did nothing, gloved hands coming up to squeakily draw a dark red line on the window. 

A threat? Maybe he's trying to apologize? What was he going to write-- you wondered if it was worth even sticking around for. But instead of words, the red line was finished with another, creating a small, dripping misshapen heart on the bathroom window. You slammed down on the lightswitch and shut the door quickly at the sight, making your way down the stairs. 

He had to be one of your friend’s frat-guy pals, someone who went out of their way to terrorize on the nights of halloween in unassuming grocery stores or parties like this one. Someone here at this party who was just fucking with you-- that’s just what it was. 

But now, hours later on the dark pavement of a street that looked so unfamiliar at night, you were starting to second guess yourself. The sweet whistling of what could only be from the clown behind you grew louder, squeaky shoes mimicking your steps and seeming to pick up in pace. You did the same, nearly jogging as you saw something moving in the distance. It was oddly pale and hunched over, going faster than you could run. 

It was a biker! Some random fucking guy on his bike at 2 in the morning! You assumed this was what people meant when miracles roamed the earth, waiting to be found. 

“Hey!” You shouted, running towards the speedy white demon as you blocked the middle of the sidewalk, hoping the guy would see you waving at him. But his stare was blank, not focusing on you nor the sidewalk in front of him. All he did, was bike. 

“HEY! Can you please help me--” a pair of white wireless earbuds were nestled deep in his ears, immune to your shouting. Once he came cycling up close, almost too close, you realized he wasn’t stopping. His eyes completely looked past you, swatting you away with a sweaty arm as you stumbled into the street after narrowly avoiding his bike.

“What the fuck!” You yelled, watching him ride away as you threw your hands in frustration. You stopped to watch as the clown stepped to the side to give the incoming biker a clear path. This guy was just going to go past like everything was fine, not paying attention to the person in distress right in front of him, OR the creepy ass harlequin clown he was approaching. You gave a heavy, exasperated sigh and turned around, beginning to walk again as you hoped maybe the new distraction would stop your bloody walking partner. 

But a sudden thud against the sidewalk caught you off guard. 

Did he really ride into the clown?

 No, from behind you, the man’s bike laid twisted with spinning wheels in front of your hunched clown stalker. The man was grasping his side with one arm, having fallen on top of his bike as his hand shielded from above. 

Well, that's kind of what he gets for biking at the witching hour. And for not helping someone in distress! Karma's a bitch. 

You hadn't noticed where the gore-striken clown's weapon had landed during the whole ordeal, not even thinking of it until a wet 'shlink!' and violent howl was released. The biker held his raised wrist with a shaking cradle, looking up at the knife that was just pulled out of him.

And just as the knife was removed, it was slammed back in with great inertia and skilled positioning on the clown's part. A wretched sound left the biker's throat, along with the odd crunching that came with him being pushed farther down onto his minimalistic bike. 

A great red gash split onto his forehead, leading to the knife's metal stem that seemed to make peace with its new home inside the biker's skull. One of his earbuds popped out, crashing onto the sidewalk as blood flecked into his left eye. He seemed to look at the fallen earpiece, no longer acknowledging the knife now pushed as far as it could stab.  

The clown seemed to stand back, watching the creation of his short few motions. He let out a whistle similar to an animated sigh. Comically, he wiped invisible sweat from his brow, looking over at you. 

Your feet began to shuffle backward, grating against the rubble on the road as your hands flew to your mouth with an intensity that made you lose breath. 

The mask seemed to look at you with no emotion, blankly watching with a sad smile as the clown stood simply. With the silence of the street, the stillness of the wind, you could hear faint breaths from across the street. They were soon replaced by a muffled whistle beneath the plastic, the clown's eyes dark and unseeable behind it. But the tiniest speck of light, a teensy reflection from the streetlight showed the human eyes of someone…unpredictable. 

He stopped, only to give a high-pitched whistle as he pulled his steel weapon out of its created hole and rammed the knife back into the cowering biker, this time his chest receiving the treatment. The clown pulled it out again, only to prepare in the same position, raking up the bikers chest with the blade once more. Each time, he whistled and heightened it to mimic the sound of the knife flying through the air, only to crash down into a body of meat. He stopped once the knife made a connection to the skin, only to begin again. 

You stood in grotesque awe, mouth ajar as you tripped over the sidewalk's curb. If it wasnt clear already to your record-broken mind, you needed to leave, now. You knew the guy was a creep, someone wayy to into the “murderous killer clown” trope but now, shit was a little too real. You began to run, making your way around the rest of the block without a care of whether or not he chased after you, finding your home. You needed to get inside, somewhere with locked doors that would be a barrier too thick for him to cut down. 

Sweat and tears blinded you as black road filled your vision, along with your dim phone screen. you pressed the all too familiar three numbers on your phone. A nine, and two ones. 

You waited for the shrill gurgles and distant whistling to stop from behind you, to hear a human voice pickup from the screen against your ear; which thankfully came after about two consecutive rings. 

“Hello!?” You unknowingly interrupted, hearing the end of an “your emergency?” 

“Hi-- uh, some freak has been following me and,” You were cut off by a grating voice, one slightly deadened and distant. 

"Now that's just being mean." 

Your heart jumped as you ran, dread settling inside you as the voice hummed in disappointment.

In the distance you could see the familiar front porch of your home, only about five houses down.

"You've got..to be…kidding," you huffed out of breath, elongating your stride to look like a wild runner as you sprinted to your driveway. 

"Clowns are universally beloved; maybe you're the freak; considering you picked me I'd say you already had questionable taste."

"How'd you-- but I called--" You huffed, yet the clown cut you off. 

"You really shouldn't leave your phone unattended in a room full of people…who knows when a devious comic of a murderer might strike! Especially one so handy in manipulating technology." You could practically hear the animated pose he struck along with the words. "So, having fun yet?"

You didn't answer, or rather couldn't from the lack of oxygen in your throat. All you could do was focus on running; but that's alright, because the freakshow on the other side talked enough for the both of you. 

"We'll I hope so; in fact, you know I've chosen you to be my last man standing. My final girl," He paused for dramatic effect "My, surviving victim of tonight's excursion… you'll be a grand commemorating prize to bring back home, to be sure. You're just lucky that buddy boy back here took your place-- if he hadn't, I can't say I'd have been able to restrain myself enough to keep you alive until we got back home."

What the fuck was he going on about? What did it matter anyway, your sides were cramping so twistedly that it and your upcoming mailbox were all you could manage to concentrate on.

An infectious laugh cracked over the line, running from one ear through the other as you ran with your phone gripped tight. Looking down at your smudged screen, the caller ID read a simple “Unknown number.” You tried pressing the end call button, only for your screen to remain frozen. The caller screen almost looked like a screenshot, holding your phone captive as none of the buttons managed to work. The on/off button clicked and clicked, not altering the white screen. 

“Ahh I can still see you running down there… trying to hang up on me while sprinting is hard, huh? Just make this easier and stop where you are, save me the trouble of having to play this hide and seek game for tonight. I promise if you make me play, I'll win."

You stop for a moment to catch your breath, turning around to see neon red hair in the distance and a black outline, the red diamonds on the clown's suit blending in.  He still stood next to the fallen biker, holding something to his ear. 

You wheezed out a laugh, throat beginning to close up.

"Oh yeah?... I'm halfway down the road, bitch! Once I get inside it's.. gonna be over for you. I don't, I don't know what the fuck this is-- but you're not gettin away with--with anything!" You held onto your knees, heaving into the phone as your chest burned. The silence on the other line was hardly noticeable as the sound of blood rushing through your ears and your heartbeat drowned everything else out. 

"...Don't say I didn't warn you, doll."

The phone without warning went dark, line cutting off as the caller screen went missing.

Through blurry eyes you saw the clown lower his hand that was once at his ear. With a short moment of stillness, he stared at you. That stillness, morphed almost automatically into a full-on run. The pitter patter of squeaky rubber shoes on the gravel was adrenaline-inducing, filling the silence of the dark street besides the heaving of yours and the clown's breath. 

"Oh fuck…" you murmured, turning around to begin your sprint once more. 

As long as you could reach the house first, open the door with your keys in time, lock the door-- you'd be fine. You didn't have another phone in the house, but you'd be fine-- you'd just, at least be safe. From him.

 But speaking of keys, where were yours?

You ran your hands over and over the pockets in your clothes, feeling nothing but the scraps of empty candy wrappers in your pockets. Where the fuck were your keys?!?

Finally, the grace of your front door made its way directly in front of you, your exhausted legs running up the short porch steps. You hadn't given even one second to looking back at your fellow runner, panic of losing your keys and the upcoming door occupying your mind. You jiggled the door handle, banging against the door with your shoulder as you let out a panicked exhale. 

You could hear him getting closer, hear the labored breathing and chaotic deep giggling muffled by silicone. 

The sound of heavy shrill footsteps stopped-- but beside your rapid heaving, hot breath covered the side of your shoulder. Wet red locks touched your ear, a deep inhale came to grace the top of your matted hair.

Four fingers covered in a frilly, harlequin-patterned glove were thrusted in front of your face, jingling your precious keys in their grip. 

"Looking for these?"

[help-itrappedmyself]

Danny Punches a Clown part 9

masterpost

Danny is led up an unnecessarily long flight of stairs into a fancy house. The floors are all hardwood with rugs interspersed throughout the rooms.

     Hood starts leading him down the hallway and he can see paintings and antiquities, so many rooms. He is reminded vaguely of Vlad's mansion back in Wisconsin, but this seems larger, and better decorated. They end up in a living room of sorts, lots of different chairs and couches wand a huge TV lining a whole wall.

     Danny sits in one of the armchairs. Agent A soon comes in, with another tray of food. This tray seems to be for more than just him though. Hopefully. He could never hope to finish that many snacks by himself. 

     A isn't wearing a mask this time. “No masks upstairs, Master Jason. I'll keep the boy company until the rest of you get here.”

     Hood (Jason?) leaves and A introduces himself as Alfred. Apparently, he is the butler of the people that live here. Makes sense that people rich enough to live in this house would have a butler.

     Alfred lets him sit and eat for a few minutes in silence. The room gradually becomes more full as people come in and take their seats. They all introduce themselves as they come in and sit down. Damian and Dick sit together on a couch, with a girl he knows he’s never met before, Cassandra on Dick’s other side. Jason comes in and takes another armchair. Tim sits on a couch, a blond girl, Stephanie, and another boy, Duke, sit next to him. They all start working. Seems like Stephanie and Duke are in college, and Tim works at a big company. 

     Once the oldest person yet comes in, Bruce, and sits on an armchair, they all stop whatever else they were doing and turn to face him. He’s pretty sure he’s met most of them before while they were in masks, but other than Jason he doesn’t really know who is who. 

     “Can you tell us more about where you’re from now?” Bruce asked.

     Danny looks around the face in the room. They’ve all been helpful and kind. And he’s so tired of lying all the time. They’re most likely going to kick him out once they get their answers anyway.

     “I’m from a different dimension. I fled here after a fight.” Danny admitted.

They already seem less shocked than Danny would have imagined, and they aren’t calling him crazy yet, so this is going great!

     “There is a… war, almost? Starting in that world.” Danny gets fully into storytelling mode, as none of the others seem like they’re going to interrupt his thought process. “It all started with my parents actually. They started building a portal to the ghost zone, and that’s when it all went downhill really. Especially for me. I had my best friends over, they wanted to see the portal, so I took them down to the basement.”

     Danny took a deep breath. “My parents had put the on button inside of the portal, and when I went in… I hit it on accident. The portal turned on with me inside.”

     Everyone in the room remained quiet, and Danny couldn’t bear looking at their faces right now. He did his best to move on. “The portal was open, and ectoplasm started seeping into our town, we didn’t realize at the time, but that becomes a bigger problem later. At the time, we -or I- was busy becoming a one-man army against an invasion of ghosts. My parents started developing weapons. The government declared any being whose body could process or contained ectoplasm was non-sentient and could be kidnapped, experimented on, and/or killed at will. The Anti-Ecto Acts. The government branch dedicated to ghosts, the G.I.W, invaded Amity. Me and my friends had been capturing the ghosts causing problems and sending them back into the ghost zone. Now, we had to do that while trying to play keep-away with my parents and the government, while trying not to get captured myself. The government decided they wanted to send a nuke into the portal, trying to kill all ghosts at once."

     “I had to stop it. I was gathering all ghosts left in Amity to bring them with me to the Zone. My friends were going to close the portal behind us, destroy it. My parents had just finished their new gun.” Danny’s hand went to his side. “They chased us. I made it through the portal, with as many ghosts as I could find. Theoretically, the portal was closed once I left.”

     Danny was quiet long enough that the others realized he was done. 

     “I’m sorry that happened.” Danny heard, he looked up, but didn’t know who had said it. They all seemed sad.

     “And you’re… A ghost then?” Jason asked.

     “Only half.” They all looked bewildered at that. “It’s complicated."

     “So, you can’t go home?” Bruce asked.

     Danny shook his head. “If all went well then the portal doesn’t exist anymore, not that I could leave this dimension without a portal. I’m stuck here.” 

     “You’ll be staying with us then.” Bruce nodded firmly. “Metas are protected in this world, Danny. I’ve worked on a team with a ghost before. You’re safe here, Danny.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

🍂 tear you apart.

❝ i want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart. as i whisper in your ear - i want to fucking tear you apart. ❞

yandere! various! ghostface! characters x gn! reader.

inspired by the song "tear you apart" by she wants revenge.

just a compilation of characters that i think would be interesting for this. happy friday the 13th!

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ! (genshin impact.)

After years of training and endless carnage, it's only natural for a person to develop specific tastes for the darker aspects of life. Battle and blood were Childe's bread and butter but due to his friendly and frankly charming exterior no one could tell that the young man was a ruthless killer.

Provided that he hides his Harbinger status that is.

There were times when his status was a hastle but there were always some perks, always some string for him to pull and make everything go in the way he wanted them to go. Sometimes, that would include people.

But now, that included you.

Upon first meeting him there was an addictive and boyish charm to the ginger haired man and he had you completely wrapped around his fingers. His pockets were deep but so was his heart and frankly, how dare you just steal it? How dare you be so careless? Don't get him wrong, he wasn't mad per say but he still wanted to teach you a lesson or two, just to make it all stick to your feeble little mind.

He started with your neighbors first.

Childe watches comfortably from high above, hidden away in a tea shop as natives of Liyue Harbor scamper back to their homes as darkness nears. A serial killer is on the loose and the shop owner in which Childe was in had no idea that he just served the man responsible for the deaths of 3 different families. He sipped his tea with content, his heart pounding with excitement. The blade in his pocket was itching for its next victim but he had to be patient.

Patience was a virtue after all.

And once he was done, he was going to claim his prize.

In the meantime, he was going to be nothing less than a sweet and doting friend who was just worried for you. It was only a matter of time when you would fall into his greedy hands and you didn't even know it.

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐋 ! (bungo stray dogs.)

Meeting him was not by choice but you were bound by fate, or so the clown liked to tease.

He stopped you on the street in order to show you a card trick. It was simple but it did the job, he impressed you even if just barely. You'd sigh and turn your head but Nikolai did not fail to see the blush on your cheeks.

He was a man on a mission. Why not indulge himself, just for a little bit?

The public always was fond of a good show and why not give them one in the form of a crazy mass murderer? Donning on a mask and a long black cape his escapade began, his ability was so useful for this.

However, you were always his favorite target.

It started out small, at first. He would use his ability to touch you and to steal your things, particularly if he knew you were alone at home. Seeing that confused expression on your face became a past time of his. His fingers would brush against your cheeks, his touch barely there, like a wandering phantom. Sometimes he would be bolder and press his hand gently against your ribs, maybe even be cheeky and smack your behind ever so playfully.

After a few weeks of this song and dance, watching wasn't enough.

You answered his first call, which pleased him greatly. He gave you impossible riddles and forced you to answer humiliating and degrading questions, all under the threat that he was in your house and was going to kill you lest you complied.

Of course, he had no intentions of doing that. Perhaps he would one day. But for now, he would continue to paint the streets crimson with blood and make you squirm in your seat.

It became his reason for living.

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀 & 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 ! (honkai star rail.)

Ah, these two psychos. Where do I start?

Their plans are at first glance, all over the place. Attacks are random and they do not necessarily always go for the big fish too. Sometimes it's a poor street vendor who was just doing their job but his life meant nothing in the end.

Kafka was the main mastermind. Blade was the one who did most of the dirty work.

Her plans were meticulous, deadly. She would come crawling to you from the shadows, her jacket draped over your shoulders as she'd coo into your ear, her face bloody from her latest victim as she toyed with her mask, a carefree smile on her face. You couldn't see him but Blade was also behind you, his presence was impossible to miss. He was large and imposing, like a phantom that couldn't find peace.

Could you perhaps give him something that he couldn't have? If he can't have you in life, can he have you in death?

There was no escaping them, never ever. Dare to try and there would be consequences.

They were so in love with you to the point of madness. The question was - were they going to keep you alive and leashed or were they just that insane to stab you in the heart?

If they can't have you, no one can.

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 ! (Moriarty the Patriot.)

The streets of London are filled to the brim with gossip and paranoia as the Lord of Crime made his move the previous evening, slaughtering yet another poor noble in his family home. The papers reported that his own children found the corpse, the poor little things.

You hurried to show William the morning paper, morbidly curious about his opinion on this.

Said man could be found lounging about in a cushy, plush red love seat, a hot cup of tea served in front of him by none other than his brother. The two were lost in their own chatter until you abruptly stopped them. Like a sudden storm you pounced on William, his red eyes widening in shock as he tried to calm you down with a sweet smile on his face. You bombarded him with endless questions - who could do something like this, why was it this messy, was the killer sending a message? - all of it came out at such lightning speed that William didn't really understand half of what you said.

It was wrong to corner him like this and let out your frustrations on the man this early in the morning. You knew every single person that died in these past few weeks, all of which were either minor annoyances or massive obstacles in your day to day life.

When it came down to it, their only connection was with you.

Was the police going to come knocking at your door? It was possible! You had no involvement with the crimes but it was incredibly suspicious how everything was connected, like a spiderweb that was being crafted day by day.

It was difficult for William to keep his smirk concealed that morning.

Hours had passed since that interaction and he was back at it, his new victim. He incorporated the fact that you were most likely going to be incriminated in this scheme but it was still in his best interest. It was not difficult to tamper with evidence and blackmail people if need be and best of all, you would always come running to him, scared and worried, for both yourself and the people around you. It was beyond precious how you tell him to not go after sun down, how you made sure to check to see if he was injured or ill.

If you kept doting him like this, he might just slit the throat of every single person that steps foot into London.

[partycatty]

i want to give old man mk11 johnny little kisses all over his face with lipstick on and leave little kissy marks that he doesn’t know are there so when he goes out everyone sees them but he doesn’t.

i love ya 💙💙

hehehe

older!johnny cage > peppered

johnny didn't know your makeup wasn't smudge proof when he went off to work.

[ masterlist ]

• "i'm headin' out!" johnny calls from the foyer, grabbing a bag and keys from the hook beside the door. "don't miss me too much, alright?!"

• "wait!!" you sprint down the steps, the biggest grin on your face. you were wearing your usual face of makeup, bright red lipstick included. johnny returns your grin, beaming down at you when you charge yourself at him and wrap your arms around his neck. "i love you."

• johnny chuckles, eyes flicking between yours. "i love you more." his voice is gentle, honest. it was always nice to see his domestic side when he wasn't kicking ass or talking about how amazing he was.

• you kiss him, smushing your face against his in a strange competition to see how hard you could kiss him before he'd complain. your noses squish together and you can hear johnny giggle into your lips. when you pull away, your smile only grows when you notice there is a firm print of your lipstick on his mouth.

• "what's that look for?" he asks, noticing your staring. you decide to take advantage of his lack of knowledge, leaning in for another kiss on the side of his mouth. he smirks, nose scrunching at your contact which only makes you kiss him more.

• "i love you-" you plant a kiss on his cheek. "i love you-" one on his eyelid. "i love you-" one on his jaw. after some time of this, you've thoroughly peppered his face with lipstick marks, one in each section of his face and even a couple on his neck. you made art of his skin, and he was none the wiser.

• "okay, okay—" johnny laughs, pulling you away by your shoulders and kissing your forehead. "i'll be late if you keep loving on me like that." you manage to squeeze in one last kiss before he heads to work.

• when johnny arrives on the compound, he's greeted by an amusing amount of stares - which isn't unusual, considering he's a part-time movie star, but this time he felt more like a clown than an action hero.

• he stumbles into jacqui before the meeting, and she tenses up, at first raising a finger to inform him of his new face paint but opting not to — maybe cassie would be better to bear the news?

• arriving in front of the SF army, he notices that his daughter is already commanding the troop, standing front and center. johnny slinks in casually, so as to not disturb the routine.

• the sunglasses come off, and he notices that the crowd falls eerily silent, some even biting their lips to stop a smile. cassie takes notice and pivots to include herself on what seems to be so funny.

• "commander cage," johnny says with a nod, scanning the crowd nervously. "is... is everything...?"

• cassie bursts into laughter, doubling over and completely breaking from her professional stoicism. johnny can only throw his hands up exasperatedly.

• "seriously, what the hell is going on? people keep looking at me like i'm crazy." johnny pinches the bridge of his nose as cassie finds her handheld pocket mirror, one that he gave her many years ago.

• taking the mirror, he opens it and inspects his shirt, wondering if maybe he spilled his coffee. but when he catches a glimpse of his neck, he notices two reddish smudge marks. slowly angling the mirror upward, he realizes what's so god damn funny.

• he flushes red. sure, everyone knew you two were dating, but this was the least professional thing he'd done in a while — which is really saying something.

• "jesus, dad, you couldn't have washed them off before coming to work?" cassie asks, still cracking a smile. "reader's nice, but i didn't need to know how nice she is to you. oh my god, it's everywhere—"

• "i didn't know i had 'em," johnny mutters, wiping his face embarrassingly.

• you were in for one hell of a phone call when his break rolls around.

[smileysuh]

clowns

🌙 staring. S.coups & Jeonghan & Joshua & Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. you’re a sad, blue, crazy, tulle’d clown - corset and all - riding one of the most beautiful men you know, on the hood of his best friend’s car, exposed to the cool night air, under the full moon on a Halloween night while four more men watch... what could be better than this? 

cw/ tw. dark content, group sex, 6some, orgy, degradation, praise, manhandling, size kink, dirty talk, oral (f/m receiving), dacryphilia, deep throating, protected sex, fingering, squirting, parking lot exhibitionism, voyeurism, marking, horror/clowns, choking, dumbification, etc...  I pet names. squeak (50), silly/sad/stupid/messy/little clown (19+), daddy (6), etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 13.3k

🍭 aus. frat au, Halloween, friends to fuckers, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. enjoy some sexy clowns and Happy Halloween ;) 

Prologue - the year before

A shrill scream cuts through the cold October air, and two men run past you at full speed, a killer clown chasing them with a knife raised. 

The sight of DK and Seungkwan being picked on - as they get picked on every year - makes you laugh, clinging tighter to Seungcheol’s arm while your group of friends walks around the haunted theme park. 

“Scared?” Cheol teases you, tugging you closer to his side, which helps you narrowly avoid Dino as he’s chased past. 

“She’s not scared,” Jeonghan laughs, falling into step next to you to act as something like a shield from a zombie actor approaching. “She might look like she’s just a baby, but we all know she likes horror. Don’t you, Squeak?”

You do. You love horror almost as much as you love the nickname the group of guys had given you the first time you’d all gone to a haunted house together. They’d teased you for the little sounds of shock you’d made at the jump scares, but you know how much they enjoy having a girl around to do scary things with. 

“Squeak loves haunted theme parks,” Wonwoo adds from your rear where he’s walking with - and protecting - his roommate, Mingyu. “Loves them so much- I was just thinking she should get a job here next year.”

“That could be fun,” Joshua muses, joining the conversation. “Cheol could get a job too, he wouldn’t even need a scary mask- his face is terrifying enough as it is.”

The man next to you jerks away from your side, and Joshua darts out of fighting distance with a grin, only to be grabbed by an actor dressed as Pennywise. Your group bursts into laughter at the way Joshua jumps in shock. Within seconds, Pennywise is chasing Woozi and Vernon, and you’re happily walking with Wonwoo, truly considering his suggestion.

1: crazy clown

“This feels like some kind of sick joke,” Seungcheol groans, running a hand through his tangle of dark hair, pushing it away from his painted face. 

When your group of friends had applied to work at the theme park, Seungcheol had been envisioning zombie makeup- something gruesome, something scary-

He’d never - in a million years - have predicted the resurgence of sexy killer clowns-

But he simply hadn’t been paying much attention. Because, despite ‘It’ being years old, when the group of friends come out of the dressing trailer in costumes, one of them is fully decked out as Hoshiwise the Dancing Clown. 

Taking a look around the circle, Seungcheol compares his costume to everyone elses, eyes skipping over the attention whore practicing his stupid little dance-

Minghao and Jeonghan are in suit and tie apparel, faces done up in clown makeup that accentuates their smiles and regal bone structures. 

Cheol’s never been jealous of the tall, scary thin man body type before- but he has to admit how much he wishes he would have been type cast as a front of house, sexy joker.

Next is Vernon, who looks the most like an actual clown, makeup done, in a mismatched, vibrant but darkly coloured, shabby suit, and a stupid little party hat on his head- 

When his eyes meet Cheol’s, Vernon flashes the biggest, stupidest, scariest grin the elder has ever seen- and Seungcheol tears his gaze away. 

Like the whole cast of people, Wonwoo and Joshua, who will man the second floor of the small house they’ll be running, are in dark colours. 

The former is in a dark grey straight jackety type outfit, but his arms are free, and his face is red joker lipped, with black circles around his eyes. In the dark of the night next to the trailer, Seungcheol can already tell Wonwoo will be a hit at scaring teens shitless. 

Joshua, however, looks more like a scary clown doctor than patient, fitting with the upstairs theme of psycho clown asylum… which is a concept Seungcheol has honestly never heard of.

He wishes he could have been a sexy asylum clown, though.

He wishes he could be anything other what he’d been chosen to be-

But alas, the first floor needed big guys like him and Mingyu to play into the theme of killer circus. 

Seungcheol hates the mute tone onesie fit he’s been forced into, with it’s frilly collars- but he’d been promised a chainsaw-

Seungcheol thinks his outfit is the worst of the bunch.

But then Mingyu comes out of the trailer in a horrible clown mask and a similar outfit to Seungcheol’s, babbling while tugging on the silicon about how the makeup artist had said he was “too cute to scare anyone and had to cover his face”- and suddenly Seungcheol doesn't hate his costume so much. 

2: thin man clown

“Well look what we have here,” Jeonghan says smoothly when you come out of the funhouse five minutes into the start of your shift. “It’s a smiley clown.”

You’re dressed in muted yellows, a three piece shabby suit like himself, but more clowny- a big mustard and cream coloured smile drawn on your face. 

“I’m happiness,” you tell him, adjusting your checkered trousers. “There’s three of us girls doing emotions. Sadness and Anger are inside tonight, and I get to be out here with you guys.”

“Lucky us,” Jeonghan breathes, although he really doesnt give a shit about his location partner Minghao, nor Hoshi and Vernon, who are yet to take off to terrorize park guests with clownery. 

“I like your costume,” you note, and for a moment, Jeonghan can imagine you’re talking just to him… but then your eyes shift to the others. “Hoshiwise is iconic.”

“Yes,” the man in question agrees, eyes lighting up as he jumps into a funny position, mimicking the motion from the movie, as well as the quote, bastardized; “I’m Hoshiwise the dancing clown!”

Beside him, Vernon flashes a massive, fake smile, and it makes Jeonghan chuckle at the spectacle.

He’s glad you’re all out here this year.

As one of the elder members of the frat crew that partakes in horror, he might not get many more chances at something like this. 

“Look everyone,” Jeonghan stands up straighter, gaze shifting past Hoshi, “people.”

The gates to the theme park must have opened just minutes ago, and already, customers are beginning to flood towards the strip of haunted mansions. 

Hoshi and Vernon dart off, their shift as nomadic clowns of terror truly begining. 

There’s a group of five teenagers, who approach the clown house with determined expressions. 

They’ll be the first customers of the night, and as they move past Jeonghan, eyes fixed on Minghao by the entrance, the elder lunges a little, easily spooking three of the teens, who scream and jump away.

The laughter that errupts out of you next makes Jeonghan’s skin tingle. 

You’re behaving downright unhinged, chasing after the frightened group- a perfect version of happy on drugs, happy on steriods- 

Or maybe you just have a drug like effect on Jeonghan, who relishes in manning the entrance to the fun house with you. 

Part of your job is to laugh at him, to laugh at his jokes, to laugh at customers and be a little crazy- but Jeonghan can tell you’re also simply enjoying yourself. 

Your laugh is the sweetest fucking sound in the world to him, and when things begin to slow down, Jeonghan finds himself standing next to you, admitting, “I like smiling clowns,” in reference to you.

You simply grin, nudging your shoulder against his own. “I like smiling clowns too.” 

3: doctor clown

Joshua is just setting up for night two of running the second floor of the clown house when you enter the room in the red outfit of angry clown.

The man dressed as a psycho clown doctor has to take a moment to recollect himself, to remember to breathe, because you look good enough to eat-

“Hey Joshie,” you great him with a smile, fidgeting with one of the puffy cuffs on your wrist that match your outfit- a very clownesque muted maroon onesie. “The girls and I are rotating through emotions, and I’m Anger tonight.”

“I can see that,” Joshua says, swallowing thickly. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” you beam. “So listen- I heard you guys were doing some improvised erm- throwing around yesterday?”

“What?”

“Like, you would throw Anger around and sort of play off of that?” you clarify, searching Joshua’s eyes in a way that’s highly distracting for him-

“Right- yeah,” Joshua licks his lips. “Near the end of the night. It worked out- people were a little shocked by it.”

“Shock is good!” you grin. “I was thinking that I don’t mind being thrown around, and we added some padding under this onesie, so you don’t have to be gentle.”

“I don’t, huh?” Joshua’s heart lurches to his throat, and he can’t help the way his voice dips at the notion-

“Uh huh,” you nod enthusiastically, obliviously. 

You have no clue how much of an effect you have on the men you surround yourself with. 

And you drive a steak right into Joshua’s heart when you give him a cheeky grin and say, “Glad we had this talk. I’m gonna run off and tell Wonwoo.”

Then, you do, leaving Joshua in the dust.

4: straight jacket clown

At first, when you’d told Wonwoo it would be alright for him to throw you around, it had made him want to groan in frustration.

But then, once doing it, once getting into the scene of being a crazy psycho clown throwing around a smaller, angrier, little maroon clown- it had been something like fun and games.

You’d dart here and there, in and out of the upstairs rooms where Wonwoo and Joshua prowled, scaring the shit out of anyone coming through the space-

However, as the night starts to wind down, Wonwoo begins to note a loss of energy in your movements. 

When you run at him, and he easily tosses you to the wall, throwing you in a way that makes you narrowly miss a screaming teenager, he sees that you take a second to recuperate, and it makes him falter.

He keeps a close eye on you for the remaining thirty minutes of the night.

When the house officially closes, and the lights get turned back on, Wonwoo is quick to find you.

“You did good tonight,” he says, as you, he and Joshua walk through the upstairs space, closing windows and setting things right. “Hope we weren’t too rough.”

As the words come out, Wonwoo’s eyes meet Joshua’s, and there’s an unspoken understanding that’s passed between them.

“Not too rough,” you’re quick to assure the two, accepting the water bottle Wonwoo extends. “And I have padding remember?” you pat at the onesie- “But, I am getting hot-”

“Must be excited to get out of that thing,” Joshua notes, “Cheol’s been bitching about how hot the onesie costumes are.”

“Yeah, it’s one of the reasons Anger, Sadness and Happiness had to do rotations,” you say with a laugh, “the girl who played Anger last night was not impressed.” 

“She didn’t seem too impressed last night,” Wonwoo grins with you.

“Can’t understand why-” you breathe, reaching behind yourself to tug down the onesie zipper, exposing your shoulders and a black tank top below, “Who wouldn’t want a job being thrown around by two strong guys in sexy clown outfits, even if it means getting a little hot?”

Wonwoo watches the way you tie the two onesie arms around your waist, keeping the outfit up, before you drink from the water bottle. 

He watches the way you swallow, then let out a shaky breath, laughing as you look between them. 

“What?”

They’ve been caught staring, something that happens with some frequency, although you dont seem to have been able to put the puzzle pieces together yet-

“Nothing,” Wonwoo breathes, running a hand through his dark hair. 

He needs a shower- needs a shower and maybe some good porn-

“So we’re done night number two,” Joshua announces, easily changing the subject. “Tomorrow is going to be insane.”

Tomorrow is Halloween, and your friends will be coming through the house. 

Tomorrow you’ll be rotating again, down to the first floor as Sadness, if Wonwoo’s not mistaken, and he’d hardly even savoured the act of throwing you around- 

He doesn’t just need a shower and some porn, he needs a god damned release. 

5: masked clown

It’s the final night of the three night horror theme park, and Mingyu has just about had it with the whole thing- 

Until you walk through the front door dressed as a cute, sad, little blue clown, ready to join he and Scoups on the first floor of the funhouse- 

And then- well,  things are maybe worth it.

Maybe. 

Mingyu still has to wrestle with his mask a little - the discusting, fowl smelling, sticky, hot, cap of plastic that the makeup artist had handed him on day one- just to see you properly.

He’s not minded the eye holes being a little messy thus far, but now that it’s impeding on his ability to see you- he’s getting more frustrated than ever. 

Mingyu doesnt even get a chance to talk to you before Seungcheol is revving his fake chainsaw to life, and the show is starting, patrons of fear walking through the front door. 

Unlike the past two nights, there’s an intriguing calmness that Mingyu feels to be working the first floor of the house with you- as opposed to one of the other girls who’ve rotated through as emotions. 

Sadness’s schtick seems to revolve around shadowing people as they walk through the space, and releasing haunting wails of desperation.

Every time Mingyu jumps out at a group of teens, just to have them turn the other way and bump right into you- it makes the experience more fun, and more scream-full too, as one of his Canadian friends would say. 

Mingyu can feel his heart racing faster and faster in his chest, as the night goes on; can feel the sticky humidity of the mask against his face- 

But none of that matters, especially not when a familiar crew of people come walking through the door. 

Seungkwan and DK have quite specific screams, and the sound fills the house, along with the revving of Seungcheol’s chainsaw- then the noise enters Mingyu’s designated clown layer. 

The man in the mask gets a blurred glimpse of the huddled group of his friends before lurching at them, earning more screams-

Mingyu is surprised when Woozi allows Mingyu to grab him, accepting death instead of jumping out of the way like Jun, who is as quick as a deer, with wide eyes- 

And then you’re releasing a loud wail, having appeared behind the group- 

Dino jumps at the noise, and is the next to run away, letting out a blood curling screetch before grabbing onto Dk to haul ass away from Mingyu-

Woozi simply screams in Mingyu’s grasp, the short, beefy, often stoic friend turning into a complete baby in the face of clown mayhem. 

Even through his mask, Mingyu can see the glint in your eye, the spark of enjoyment as you take off to chase the others, focusing in on the squealing DK-

Mingyu has hated working in a haunted house- 

But he could get used to seeing you excited. 

6: sad, silly, stupid, little, baby clown

You can’t believe your last shift is done- can’t believe it’s Halloween and that the spooky season is nearly over. 

As you walk through the haunted house, heading to join your friends where they must be unwinding outside by the trailer, you’re struck with an overwhelming sadness, and it’s not just because of your blue costume.

You’ve been having the best three days ever-

In a fun house, scaring the shit out of people, surrounded by some of the hottest men you know, dressed as scary fucking clowns- 

Clown Fucker isn’t a label you would have necessarily given yourself a week ago, but you’ve been drooling for your friends for three days straight- 

And you’ll be damned if you can’t admit that to yourself.

Even now, walking to where you know they’ll be, your heart is thundering heavily in your chest. 

Because the past two nights, ending up by your cars, out back between the trailer and the forest on the edge of town, you’ve watched your friends let loose and relax in their clown outfits after long shifts of work-

And the view has always been- spectacular.

Seungcheol in particular- he and Gyu have been having a rough go of it on the first floor, and you hadn’t understood why it had been so hard until joining them this evening- 

Watching the way they used their sheer body size and mass to appear scarier had made it make sense- as well as the heavy chainsaw and their stuffy apparel. 

Gyu had pulled his rubber mask off the moment the night had ended and the lights had gone back on, and you’d watched the glowing frat boy down an entire water bottle, panting like a man who’d just fucked a girl silly-

And Cheol? Out back, behind the trailer, still hot from work, Cheol is comfortable undoing his onesie, tying it around his waist like you had on day two, and going bare chested, showing off sculpted muscles and pretty skin that’s seemingly impervious to the night’s cool temperature.

You’re practically skipping by the time you make it around the trailer to join your friends to find they’ve already busted out a pack of beer. 

You watch the way Seungcheol tosses cans at his friends, and you notice on your approach that there are a few people missing.

“Where’s Hoshiwise?” you ask Wonwoo as you come to stand next to him, eyes scanning the clowns in your vicinity.

“He went home.”

“Went home?” you frown. “What about celebrating Halloween?”

“He’s definitely celebrating,” Wonwoo says with a sleak, knowing smile.

You watch the way Jeonghan and Wonwoo exchange glances, and you know you’re missing something. 

“Celebrating?” you push.

“His fuck buddy has a thing for clowns,” Jeonghan tells you with a wave of his beautiful, long fingered hand.

You don’t blame her.

“Well-” you swallow, “what about Vernon and Minghao?” 

Jeonghan’s thin man counterpart and the creepiest smiley clown are also nowhere to be seen.

“They were tired,” Seungcheol answers, closing the hatchback to his subaru before leaning back against the bumper. “As much as they like horror, we all know Minghao and Vernon prefer it in little hits.”

“So what’s Mingyu still doing here then?” you tease, throwing your attention to the tall, gloriously beautiful man nursing his beer by the hood of his truck. 

Your group bursts into snickers, and even in the moonlight, you can see Mingyu’s skin heat a pretty shade of pink. He rubs the back of his neck, forcing a smile as he says, “I like horror.”

Seungcheol scoffs loudly, and there’s another chorus of chuckles, because everyone knows  Mingyu does not like horror. 

“Seriously Gyu,” you say with a grin, “why did you sign up for this?”

It’s a direct question, and everyone quiets down, putting pressure on Mingyu who folds under it all.

He begins to stammer, “I- well, you know- I-” and then he takes a sip of his beer, “I told you, I like horror.”

Seungcheol scoffs even louder this time, shaking his head, and just like the exchange between Jeonghan and Wonwoo earlier around the Hoshi comment, you know there’s a secret nobody is telling you about Mingyu.

“Come on,” you laugh, looking at Joshua and Jeonghan for help before casting your gaze to Gyu. “There’s obviously something you guys know that I don’t.”

Your met with shrugs, and a lack of eye contact, which is infuriating. 

“You know-” you sigh, “when my cousin first introduced me to you guys at the frat, and told me you were good dudes, I thought he was right. Because you guys have welcomed me in, have taken care of me even after he graduated- and yet, I’m still never going to be a frat boy- there’s always going to be inside things that I don’t know-”

“It’s not like that,” Jeonghan tries to assure you, but his words trail off, and he shakes his head, looking down.

“So what’s it like?” you ask. “Because it feels like you all know something, and I’m the only one in the dark.”

“We’re all in the dark, Squeak,” Seungcheol says, pointing up at the night sky.

“Don’t do that- don’t ‘Squeak’ me, not right now,” you roll your eyes, hating the way the name always effects you, especially tonight, when everyone is still dressed like sexy, murderous clowns-

“Are the other two emotion girls going to join us?” Wonwoo asks suddenly, nudging his shoulder against your own. “We don’t wanna get into frat secrets if others will be showing up.”

It feels like an excuse, and when you tell the group that the two girls who played Happiness and Anger today have already gone home, you watch the way everyone exchanges another glance.

“Ok, for real,” you pout, “there’s something all of you know, and I’m gonna need you guys to tell me.”

“Or what?” Joshua asks with a laugh. 

“I think she’s gonna cry if we don’t tell her,” Jeonghan answers smoothly, eyes assessing you over the rim of his can of beer. “Squeak already looks like she’s on the verge of tears- annoying little thing, huh?”

“She’s just upset that our three nights of horror work are over,” Joshua responds, with just as much confidence in his voice.

“Is that what it is, Squeak? You feeling a little upset in general? A little blue?” Jeonghan’s attention is fixed on you now, looking up and down the sexy - sad - clown costume you’re wearing. “What ever happened to my smiley clown?”

Wonwoo and Seungcheol chuckle at the way Jeonghan is teasing you, and it only frustrates you more, prompting you to cross your arms over your chest and truly pout out your lip. “You’re not being nice.”

“Gonna stamp your foot for us, baby?” Joshua coos, and the term of endearment feels so natural- “Gonna pout like the sad little clown you are?”

“Josh.” 

The word of warning comes from Seungcheol, and there’s another silent exchange through a glance that has you questioning yourself and your relationship with this group of dudes. 

“You guys suck,” you state dramatically. “I’m going home.”

“No you’re not-” Wonwoo’s hand latches onto your forearm as you turn to storm off, and he tugs you back to him, holding out his beer, “Here, drink this.”

“Are you guys trying to get me drunk now?” you look around the circle of men, and no one says anything. “I still want to know the inside secret,” you muse after taking a sip of the beer. “If no one starts talking- I’m gonna assume Mingyu came out tonight because he has a crush on me.”

At first, it’s meant to be a joke, but when every clown in your vicinity stays dead quiet- you realize you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“No-” you shake your head, “no way-” your eyes turn to the tall, puppylike philosophy major, and you see how pink his cheeks are- “Really!? Mingyu- are you guys for real?”

“You seem excited, Squeak” Joshua notes, and when you look to him, you see how stony his gaze is.

“I’m just-” you take a breath- quickly looking around the circle of hot men that you’ve been too scared to truly flirt with- “no one’s ever signed up for a whole ass job just to be close to me before-”

“No one?” Wonwoo asks-

There’s another exchange of glances, another shared secret that you’re eager to jump on. 

“No way- who else?” Your heart is thundering in your chest.

Wonwoo stiffens. “What?”

“I said ‘no one’s done this for me before,’ you echoed ‘no one,’ which implies more people have, and I’m looking at a group of dudes who all just spent three nights running a haunted house with me, so tell me Wonwoo- who else is here to try their luck at all of this?” 

You motion to yourself, fully aware of the fact that you’re still decked out as a sad, blue clown. 

“Take a guess,” Jeonghan grins, looking as happy as ever to have his friends put on the spot-

You don’t miss the way Seungcheol elbows him, letting out a guttural sound of annoyance before opening his hatchback to grab another beer. 

He won’t look at you, even when you announce his name for everyone to hear. 

Cheol simply closes the trunk, cracks open his drink, and leans back against the bumper to take a sip. 

You watch the way he swallows, watch the way he rubs the back of his hand against his mouth, smearing some of the remnants of maroon and white paint. 

He shrugs, stating, “you caught me,” and your heart practically stops- only for it to lurch to your throat when he continues, “you caught all of us, Squeak.”

Now everyone is looking at you, and you find yourself looking back.

There’s Wonwoo, who you’ve always found to be sexy in a mysterious kind of way.

Then Jeonghan, who knows just how to push your buttons-

And Joshua, who had you in a daze just yesterday after throwing you around a little.

Mingyu is an absolute baby, and you adore him-

Seungcheol is a little more surprising though. He’s been your ‘oppa’, your protector, and your friend since the first night your cousin introduced you to him, and during that first meating, you’d thought he’d solidified himself in the friend zone- he’d seemed to love it there-

It’s a shock to think that all this time- he’s been interested in you.

It’s a shock to think that all of them have been into you- and not one of them thought to tell you. 

“So…” you swallow thickly, “is there some bro code about how a group of guys like you sorts out who gets the girl, or… were you just never gonna tell me that I have options.”

“Options, huh?” Seungcheol chuckles, “is that all we are to you? Just gonna choose your favourite?”

“Not without trying you all out first,” you grin wickedly.

Wonwoo groans next to you, shifting. “You can’t say things like that, Squeak-”

“Really? But I just did?” you play innocent, even as your heart continues to thunder against it’s cage. 

“Can’t say things like that, and not follow through, is what he means,” Jeonghan says with a sly grin. “Look everyone, my smiley clown is back- you like the thought of that, huh, Squeak? Can’t just say stuff like that and not follow through-”

“She can back out,” Seungcheol interjects, “if she doesn’t think she could take it.”

And the it in question seems to be the cocks of five of your best friends. 

“I can take it,” you state, as determined as ever.

“Cute,” Joshua smile sweetly, “she thinks it’s gonna be easy.”

“We all know our little Squeak has a tendency to get her hands full,” Jeonghan muses, “just didn’t think you’d be this greedy, baby.”

“Right, because I’m the greedy one,” you roll your eyes. “Even though all five of you have been openly thirsting over me - to each other -  for… how long?”

“A while,” Mingyu answers your question from where he’s tensed by his truck.

“A while,” you repeat, throwing your hands up. “Great!” 

“We didn’t want to creep you out,” Wonwoo says softly.

“Really?” you look his costume up and down. “You guys don’t seem to have a problem creeping other people out- and you didn’t have a problem throwing me around yesterday-”

A chorus of “What?”s run through the circle.

“Oh, you guys didnt hear?” you blink. “On the second floor, Joshua and Wonwoo were having fun throwing Anger around and into walls-”

“Are you two crazy?” Mingyu asks in shock.

“It was Anger number one’s idea-” Wonwoo is quick to defend himself.

“And Anger number two loved it,” Joshua says, dark eyes meeting your own, “didn’t you, Squeak?”

 “She did,” Wonwoo answers before you get a chance, and he turns his body to look at you when he says, “you were in a daze last night near the end of it, needed a bit of after care.”

He’d definitely been more attentive than normal last night- and now that you think of it, other details of behaviour are starting to make sense too.

“Are you guys really all into me?” you ask, scared that it has to be a lie.

“We are,” Seungcheol confirms with a sigh and swig of his drink.

“And it’s not just because I’m a sexy, sad clown?” you question. “When I take this outfit off, you’re still gonna think I’m hot?”

“Oh Squeak,” Jeonghan smiles fondly, “we all know that even when you take the outfit off, you’re still gonna be our sexy, sad little clown. That’s just who you are.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” Joshua’s the next to reassure you. “Our cute, horror loving, cry baby.”

There’s a beat of silence then;  “Should we give her something to cry about?” 

Jeonghan’s words hang heavy in the cold October air. 

You eagerly wait for someone’s thoughts, and you don’t have to wait long.

“I think she’ll start crying regardless,” Seungcheol responds lowly. “Sad, sensitive, little clown who’s gonna cry when we do touch her, and cry when we don’t.”

You’ve always known Cheol has a dark side- you’ve heard him give tongue lashings to pledges being stupid before, but being the victim of his degrading words is different-

Your skin tingles with interest-

“Are you really gonna fuck me so good that I cry?” you blink, body already beginning to become overwhelmed- flooded with endorphins that are making your skin practically sing now-

“Squeak,” Jeonghan laughs, “that was never in question.”

“You’re good with being outside?” Wonwoo asks while taking your drink from you, setting it on the ground next to his own empty can.

“Outside is okay-” you nod. “I think everyone’s gone home. The makeup trailer is locked, and I don’t think we’d all fit in any of these cars-” 

“Are you sure you want to do this, Squeak?” Joshua cocks his head to the side, draging his gaze up and down your body. “One sad little clown, taking five of us, outside, on Halloween-”

“I can take it,” you state, more forcefully than you had the first time.

“You keep saying that, but what is it, Squeak?” Jeonghan approaches you, holding his hands out. You allow him to take you into his embrace, spinning you to pin you with your back to his chest so you can look at the others when Jeonghan brings his mouth down to your ear, lips teasing your skin when he asks, “Who do you want to take first? And how?” 

He grinds against your ass, and you can feel his cock begining to harden in his pinstripe pants- you can feel your own wetness beginning to pool between your legs as the reality of the situation becomes clearer and clearer-

“Five of us, one of you,” Jeonghan’s breath teases your throat. “Choose the order, Squeak.”

“I get to choose?” you blink in surprise. 

Seungcheol lets out a chuckle. “Come on Jeonghan, clown baby enjoys being thrown around by Wonwoo and Joshie, you think she wants to choose what order we fuck her in?”

“I guess not,” the man behind you grabs your hips, tugging you backward so you can feel his cock again, “but, I thought I’d be nice and ask.”

“Squeak likes horror,” Cheol pushes off from his car, “we don’t need to be nice.” 

“So you’re just gonna full on dom her now?” Mingyu speaks up, frowning.

“Not everyone is a switch like you Gyu,” the eldest clown remarks. “Some girls just want to be fucked- isn’t that right, Squeak?”

You really really do- 

“And sad little clowns especially,” Cheol breathes, “they’re really looking to get it.”

He’s never talked this way in front of you, not really- and his words alone are enough to have you weak in the knees, so when you add the fact that Seungcheol is still dressed as a psycho killer clown- well, you’re panties are for sure going to be ruined after this.

Wonwoo’s still watching you, and he’s next to speak, reaching out a hand to pinch your chin, forcing your eyes to him when he notes, “You’re looking a little scared though, and not in a sexy way-” this earns a few laughs from others, who aren’t as clear as you are - by the way Wonwoo is looking at you - that he’s serious. “What are you thinking?”

“Just-” you let out a shaky breath, swallowing thickly. “Just- that, you guys must have a lot of patience, because- it’s not like I can take many of you at once-”

“Some of us mind watching more than others,” Seungcheol says, “isn’t that right, Gyu?”

“I’ve been good,” comes a mumbled response, and Wonwoo releases your chin so you can both look over his shoulder at the notorious scardy cat switch who’s honestly been trying his best-

“Maybe you both need a safe word,” Wonwoo clicks his tongue, gaze shifting to you once more. 

“How’s Hoshiwise sound as an immediate mood killer?” Jeonghan laughs behind you, fingers digging into your hips.

“Works for me,” you say while pushing your bum back against Jeonghan, who’s been continuing to tease you throughout all of this-

You’ve had enough of waiting for someone to really do something- and so far, Jeonghan’s the only one who’s touched you - other than a brief chin grab from Wonwoo - so you figure he’s a good person to start with.

Besides, you’d started this whole three day horror fest with Jeonghan, manning the entrance as Happiness, so it feels fitting.

It feels god damned natural to simply turn around in his grasp and grab his face, pressing your lips to his. And the way he immediately melts into it, body relaxing as his hands find your hips, tugging you even closer- it has your core tingling with interest.

Jeonghan’s tongue slips across your lip, prompting you to open your mouth for him, and the kiss deepens, earning a groan from you both-

Someone laughs in your ear, and then another form is pressing against yours, a warm chest boxing you in at your back. 

You’re very much enthralled with Jeonghan, but there’s something on the periphery of your mind telling you it’s not Wonwoo behind you, even though he was within touching distance when you’d begun kissing Hannie- 

No, the rough hands that tug at your costume, smoothing along the front of your corset- these definitely don’t belong to Wonwoo, who had managed to be gentle even when grabbing your chin earlier.

“You’ve got no padding tonight, baby,” Joshua’s breath is hot by your throat, “still gonna let us throw you around a little?”

You groan against Jeonghan, breaking your kiss to nod frantically. You have one hand still gripping the front of Jeonghan’s dress shirt, and you reach behind you with the other, grasping onto Joshua so he can’t move away. 

The words that escape you next come from god knows where-

“Want you to use me.”

“Fuck-” Jeonghan lets out a shakey laugh.

“Did you guys all hear that?” you can feel Joshua smile against your throat, taking in a breath before saying loudly enough for everyone to catch; “Sad little clown really just wants to be used tonight.”

“Bet she’s wet already,” Jeonghan swallows, locking eyes with you as he addresses his friends, “should we check?”

“Jeonghan-” you whimper his name, a silent plea exchanged in a look, and then your friend is complying. 

He slips his hand between your bodies, manuevering through the layers of tulle skirt you’re wearing to reach the crotch of your tights and panties- 

The groan he lets out confirms you’ve soaked through two layers of clothing, and the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clothed entrance has you whining loudly, swiveling your hips in an attempt to get more pressure-

“What a cute little whore for us,” Joshua says fondly, one hand moving up to grasp the swell of your breast, excentuated by the corset. “You’re focused on Hannie, but you should know…” his lips press to your throat, “Gyu’s going crazy watching this.”

“He can wait,” Jeonghan states, pupils blown with lust, “I can’t.”

“So you’re going first?” Joshua scoffs.

“She picked me first,” the man with his hand between your thighs insists. “Isn’t that right, Squeak?”

Jeonghan looks so sexy- a mischevious glint in his eye and his smile accentuated by skeletal clownery that’s now been quite smudged- 

How could you ever say no to him?

You find yourself nodding eagerly, ready to do anything that’s gonna get you over the nearest horizontal surface-

“She said she couldn’t take many of us at once- I feel like she could take two.” Joshua’s breath is hot against your neck, voice dipping when he asks, “You could take two, right, Squeak?”

“I-” your heart lurches to your throat-

“One in your pussy, one in your mouth,” Joshua continues. “As much as we’d all love to see our pretty little clown cry, I think we can all tell you’re not open to butt stuff, and that’s okay Squeak, we can work with that.” 

They know you well - can read you without you needing to say a word - and it’s intoxicating. 

“You’re sure no one’s gonna come see?” you ask as Jeonghan and Joshua fly into motion, pressing your body back against Wonwoo’s prized impalla-

“No one’s gonna come see,” the stoic man watching you with dark eyes notes as you’re manhandled onto the hood of his car- “the theme park closed a while ago, everyone’s out partying Squeak, it’s just us out here.” 

“So you can be as loud as you want,” Jeonghan adds, eyes fixed to your core while he pushes your legs open.

“We’re gonna have to rip her tights,” Joshua says from where he’s standing shoulder to shoulder with his roommate-

Now you realize why these two are working so well together- 

They’ve probably done this before.

The thought brings mixed feelings- and a new eagerness to prove yourself-

But the men between your legs are practically drooling at the sight of you- and the rough way Joshua grabs the crotch of your tights to tear them open is proof enough of how deep into this they are too.

Jeonghan drops to his knees, grabbing onto you and pulling you to the edge of the hood, where he buries his face in your panty covered core, groaning loudly and teasing at the fabric with his teeth and tongue-

A moan escapes you, and you reach down, burrying your fingers in Jeonghan’s hair to anchor yourself-

“You look so good, Squeak,” Wonwoo breathes, taking a seat on the hood next to you so he can reach out and trace his fingers across the swell of your breasts, still confined and plumped by the corset.

“She’s gonna look even better in a minute,” Joshu says, coming around the side of the old impala. “Lay down, Squeak, Jeonghan’s gonna work on you, and you’re gonna work on me.” 

The position is an interesting one, but you follow through, relaxing back against the metal and allowing the men to manuever you diagonally so your head can loll off the side of the hood- 

Joshua looks down at you, and you watch, licking your lips in preparation, as he undoes his belt-

The man between your thighs roughly tugs your panties to the side, and all of the sudden, his tongue is pressing flat to your core, licking a stripe that has you tingling with need-

“Jeonghan-” you whimper, wildly reaching for his hair again even as Joshua tugs his hard cock out of his pants. 

“Before I stuff your mouth-” Joshua says, “we should probably talk protection.”

Wonwoo laughs next to you, echoing the word “Probably.”

“I’m on the pill, but-”

“We’re still going to use condoms,” Seungcheol’s words cut though the October air, clear, controlled and authoritative.

“No messy clowns today?” Jeonghan groans against your pussy.

“Not here,” the same steady voice says. “Maybe back at the frat, but not here, Jeonghan.” 

“You can cum in my mouth though,” you tell Joshua, continuing to look up at him when you state; “I can swallow.”

Multiple groans of appreciation sound around you, and Joshua smiles fondly, “I’ll keep that in mind Squeak, now open up and say ah.”

You close your eyes as Joshua pushes into your mouth, relaxing your jaw and allowing the feeling of Jeonghan between your legs to take over. 

It feels good to be used- good to have one mouth on you while your mouth is on another. 

You can also feel the power of five sets of eyes glued to your form, five men - still dressed as killer clowns - who are all but worshiping you, on the night where ‘the viel between the world is apparently thinnest.’

There’s something sinful about being outside - under the full moon - but there’s something so right about it too. 

Joshua pushes into your mouth slowly, testing how deep he can go with you. 

His salty taste and musky smell only turn you on more, cock heavy as it burrows past your lips-

“She’s good at that.”

Wonwoo’s calm musing has your skin heating with pleasure, and his fingers brush by your breasts again-

Different digits slide into your core a moment later, and you groan around Joshua’s cock, enjoying the feeling of Jeonghan exploring your insides-

“There?” Jeonghan asks when he touches a spot that makes your toes curl. “Is that your spot, Squeak?”

Of course you can’t answer- Joshua makes sure of that, chuckling above you while thrusting his hips, cock hitting the back of your throat-

It doesn’t matter though, because Jeonghan’s question was rhetorical.

You’re sure he must be able to tell, by the squelching of your pussy around his fingers, that he’s found just the right button to push-

“I think Squeak is going to cum,” Jeonghan states loudly-

You hear a small commotion of sorts, a sharp “hey” from Jeonghan, his fingers freezing inside of you- then lips wrap around your clit, and you know for a fact that there’s a new person between your legs.

You reach blindly for the clown who’s now lapping at you, and your fingers glide through silky hair. When you tug gently, the person groans lewdly against your pussy, and you realize Mingyu’s given up on waiting.

Jeonghan doesn’t seem to mind though, as his fingers pick up their stroking of your gspot.

With two men between your thighs, a man in your mouth, and fingers still brushing past your breasts, you’re not sure where to focus.

The only thing you are sure of, is that you feel fantastic. 

“Come on Squeak,” Jeonghan’s voice invades your hazy thoughts. “You can cum for us- Gyu just wants a taste-”

You whine at his words, hips thrusting up to try to meet the face and hand working your pussy-

Joshua pulls out of your mouth suddenly, and you sputter a gasp, taking in a big gulp of air-

You’re man handled, propped up and told to “Watch them make you cum-”

So you do.

You whimper desperately, swiveling your hips as Jeonghan’s fingers quicken, brushing by the spot that has you trying to throw your head back-

“I said watch.”  

You force your lids open, and you’re eyes meet Mingyu’s, his tongue flicking at your clit while Jeonghan’s fingers work just under his mouth-

He looks so fucking needy- as desperate as you are, and it’s the final straw that throws you over, your pussy clamping down like a vice while waves of euphoria dazzle your body. 

“Fuck-” Jeonghan and Mingyu groan in unison, working you through your high- and the man with his fingers still pumping in and out of you is the one who announces “Squeak just squirted.”

When Jeonghan removes his hand from your core, Mingyu is quick to replace it, tongue pressing into your hole and going after you for all that you’re worth-

Just behind him, you see Seungcheol hand Jeonghan a condom, and another gush of arousal escapes you knowing you’re finally going to have something substantial in your pussy-

Joshua suddenly releases your shoulders, allowing you to fall flat to the hood again, your eyes widening in shock as you turn your questioning gaze up to the man still dressed as a psycho clown doctor.

“My turn.” 

Joshua guides his cock between your lips again.

You’re aware, as you begin to diligently suck on Joshua, that there’s yet another comotion between your legs. 

You know what’s coming, but it’s still something like a shock when a hand smooths by your thigh-

“If you need someone to stop while your mouth is full, tap twice,” - Seungcheol’s voice always captures your attention - “Got it, Squeak?”

You let out a groan, flashing a thumbs up that earns you a chorus of chuckles-

Then something hard is rubbing between your folds, and you brace yourself for the feeling of Jeonghan’s cock, which comes quickly thereafter, pushing into your wet hole.

“Fuck-” the man burried in your pussy lets out a strangled laugh, giving a test thrust as he coos the words “So fucking good-”

It feels crazy to have one of your friends in your mouth and the other in your core- but could something as good as this ever really be crazy?

“Squeak is so good, Josh is gonna cum just from her mouth.”

Wonwoo’s words make the man above you groan, cock pushing deeper with his next thrust, making your throat constrict around him, which earns an even louder sound of pleasure from above-

“She’s gonna love it when you cum, Josh,” Seungcheol adds, and you realize that they’re sort of taunting him. “Sad little cock whores always love cum- and we know Squeak is so eager to please.”

“Yeah she is,” Joshua grunts, hitting the back of your throat again- “Fuck, yeah- Yeah, I’m gonna cum.”

The man between your legs slows his thrusts, burying his cock inside of you while Joshua uses your mouth for his own release-

And when Joshua cums, you’re his good girl who swallows.

There are multiple sounds of appreciation from the men around you, and Joshua slips out from between your lips, looking down at you with an unreadable expression while he tucks himself back into his pants.

“Did you like that, Squeak?” he questions, adjusting the bloody lab coat he’s still wearing.

“Yes, doc- I loved it-” you whine, hardly able to even think as Jeonghan picks up his thrusts again-

There are a few snickers, and Wonwoo’s fingers brush by your breasts again. “Cute Squeak,” he breathes, “so deep in your head you’re calling Joshie doc-”

“She’d probably have called him daddy if he wasn’t in that stupid lab coat,” Seungcheol says, drawing your eyes to him. “Yeah, that’s right, baby, you thought you were being sly calling me oppa all these years, but I knew what was going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“If you knew all this time-” you groan, words caught in your throat when Jeonghan’s thumb finds your clit- “then why didn’t any of you say anything-”

“Too many of us like you, Squeak,” Wonwoo tells you softly.

“This isn’t too many-” you protest-

“You’re cock drunk, Squeak. Been feeling horny for days now- you don’t know what you’re saying-” Seungcheol laughs. “This is definitely too many.”

“Nuh uh-” you shake your head, “please-”

“Please what?” Wonwoo prompts with interest.

“I want-” you lick your lips-

“Needs someone in that mouth of hers,” Seungcheol says for you.

Mingyu steps forward- 

Only for Seungcheol to grab him by the shoulder, “Not you.” 

Wonwoo and Seungcheol exchange a glance- 

Then Jeonghan is letting out a groan; “Fuck it, I’ll be in her mouth- bet it feels so good- dont want to cum in this condom anyways.” 

As soon as Jeonghan pulls out of your core, Mingyu is back on you, and you’re enthralled with the way he’s so eager to get to his knees- 

Your hands tangle in his hair and you relax back against the cool car hood, pushing your hips up to meet his wet tongue-

When Jeonghan is in position, you hang your head back again, opening your mouth and accepting your fate.

Jeonghan’s not as rough as Joshua, but he’s closer to cumming that Joshua had been when he started, so there’s a haste in his movements, and a whiney note to his voice when he praises you.

The tongue lapping at your folds is suddenly gone, and when a cock replaces it, you have no idea who is between your legs- 

Which only turns you on more.

The hands that caress by your thighs are familiar though, and you’re sure - by the way he enters you slowly - that the man fucking you now, is Wonwoo. 

“I want to take this off,” his voice confirms your suspicions and he tugs at the front of your corset, “but you’ll get cold-”

“Corset stays on.”

Seungcheol, the ever constant dom, stepping in to lay down rules-

Wonwoo doesn’t respond with anything more than an exasperated sigh, and then you feel him lean over your body, hot breath teasing the swell of your breasts as he rubs his face against you, inhaling deeply. 

“You always smell so pretty, Squeak,” Wonwoo notes, thrusting shallowly. “Even after a sad clown shift and having Joshie cum down your throat.”

“Fuck-” Jeonghan groans loudly, rutting into your mouth.

“You look pretty, too,” the man in your pussy continues, “our sad, stupid, little clown.” 

You can’t help the moan of exctacy that leaves you, skin tingling at the degradation- and the sound must go straight to Jeonghan’s cock because his movements falter, and he echoes your noise of pleasure, dick twitching-

“Keep sucking on Hannie, baby,” Wonwoo instructs, and then he’s gone from between your legs, Mingyu’s familiar tongue dipping into your heat a moment later before his lips latch to your clit-

You whimper desperately, thrashing against the two warm hands that pin your hips, and Jeonghan uses you for his release, thrusting while spurts of cum rope down your throat. 

It’s overwhelming to say the least- and you’re almost choking by the time Jeonghan pulls out of your mouth, but you swallow all the same, clearing your airway and taking a strangled gasp-

Mingyu’s mouth leaves your core and you let out a wail- only for it to turn to a squeak as Wonwoo fills you again-

Your vision is blurry, eyes teary with stimulation, and you peak out from under heavy lids at the sight between your legs.

Wonwoo is there, as you’d expected, and you note Mingyu still on his knees by Wonwoo’s right hip- he has one of your calves in his hands now, and he drags his lips against the fishnet, teasing at what skin he can reach-

“You close again, Squeak?” Wonwoo prompts with a quirked brow. “You look close.”

It’s the most you can do to manage a nod, pouting out your lip as if to say ‘please.’

“Can you cum without your clit being touched?” he asks, gaze dipping to watch as he fills you- in and out-

“I don’t-” you start to shake your head-

Wonwoo pulls out of you, and you’re in shock at the way he states “Don’t touch her clit, Gyu,” grabbing a fistful of his friend’s hair before guiding him to your core with as rough a hand as you’ve ever seen from him-

Had Wonwoo done this when Jeonghan came just a short while ago? 

Mingyu and Wonwoo are another pair of roommates-

And yet again, you should have fucking known better-

Not that their ability to work as a team is a bad thing- it’s just- 

You’ve squirted once already, and then you’d been on the edge when Jeonghan had cum- 

You’re not sure how many orgasms you can take, and you’re starting to realize Seungcheol may have been right when he said this is definitely too many people-

The thought is torn from you by the man between your legs. Mingyu’s tongue is big- like the rest of him you suppose- and it twists deliciously, tasting your walls, pressing as deep as he can go-

His nose brushes by your clit and you let out a squeak, coil in your stomach tightening-

“I told you not to touch her clit,” Wonwoo tugs Mingyu away from you, and you’re both left whining with unmet need-

“It was an accident,” Mingyu says, pouting as he’s pushed to the side so Wonwoo can fill you again.

“Too bad,” Wonwoo states. “You’ll get your turn in a second.”

The man - who’d spent a night tossing you around - easily captures your hips and tugs you towards him, hand finding the small of your back-

You know immediately what Wonwoo wants, and you throw your arms around his shoulders, smashing your lips to his while he ruts against you, the whole car rocking now-

His tongue invades your mouth, and for a moment you worry about the taste of his friends, but from the way Wonwoo growls and bites at your lip, you can tell he really doesn’t care. 

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot that’s making your legs turn to jelly, and as your whines increase, Wonwoo’s thrusts get even harder, unil you’re breaking the kiss, allowing your sounds of pleasure to escape into the night air.

“That’s it,” Wonwoo’s breath is hot, fanning across your breasts before his hand finds your throat, forcing you flat against the hood of his car while the other hand slips between your legs, thumb pressing to your clit. “Come on, stupid little clown, cum for us.”

You feel tears of pleasure slip down your cheeks when you cum, orgasm exploding through you, hot and unrelenting.

Or maybe what’s unrelenting is Wonwoo, who also falls over the edge, the first of three to fuck your pussy to completion- 

and then keep fucking you-

Until you’re clawing at him, breathless, hands knotted up in the straps of his stupid assylum type straight jacket- 

Wonwoo doesn’t give you the satisfaction of finding his lips though; with a groan, he pulls off of you, stepping away to give a view to the two men still waiting.

Mingyu is practically bouncing at this point-

“You know what I think would be funny?” Jeonghan says, drawing eyes. “If Squeak tries to ride Mingyu.”

“She’s too tired,” Seungcheol is quick to defend you, scanning your form.

“Exactly- and look at Mingyu- if he had to bottom-” Jeonghan doesn’t even get a chance to finish his idea because Mingyu is shaking his head aggresively.

“No- nuh uh-” his desperate eyes shift to you, “Squeak wants to be filled, right? Come on- you’ll let me fill you properly, won’t you baby?”

Jeonghan can have his games, but you just want Mingyu, and you open your arms for him, letting out a whimpery, welcoming moan. 

Mingyu immediately begins fumbling with the stupid onesie clown costume he’s wearing, and a moment later, the whole thing is falling to the ground while his dick slaps up to his abdomen, causing the massive man to groan.

Joshua tosses Mingyu a condom, and you’re shocked that he’s able to catch it, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling the rubber inch after inch onto his length-

As Mingyu practically pounces on you, pushing your panties to the side so he can guide himself inside of your wet cunt, you find yourself looking at Seungcheol.

He’s been mostly quiet-

And you’re a little shocked that he’s going to be the last man you fuck out of your group of friends. 

Part of you had always sort of thought you might end up with Seungcheol one day, and you’re not sure what to make of his patience.

His expression is dark, and not just because of the clouds that have moved in front of the moon. 

His eyes are fixed on you, watching your expression as you give into the pleasure, whimpering and digging your nails into Mingyu’s shoulders while he finds a good pace-

“Jeonghan’s right,” Cheol says suddenly, a stubborn set to his jaw, “Squeak should ride him.”

“What?” both you and Mingyu ask in shock.

The other men just laugh, watching the interaction with amusement.

“I want to watch you ride him- do I have to repeat myself a third time?”

“Fuck-” Mingyu groans loudly, the first of the two of you to comply. 

Mingyu lifts you up and off the hood of the car with ease, only to do a ninety degree spin and flop back against the hood himself, earning a cuss from Wonwoo and a reminder not to dent anything-

You’re too busy sinking down on Mingyu to care much about Wonwoo’s restored impala, your gaze fixed on the beautiful man who’s now laying flat, skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, hands on your hips-

“Just like that-” Mingyu groans, eyes closing, head lolling back as you begin to bounce on him, your knees pressing against metal for leverage- “So good- so good-”

Your back is to the others now, and you’re aware that the tulle of your costume is covering most of the view in this position- but you’re also aware of the power of the visual-

You’re a sad, blue, crazy tulle clown, corset and all- riding one of the most beautiful men you know, on the hood of his best friends car, exposed to the cool night air, under the full moon of a Halloween night while four more men watch-

What could possibly be better than this?

You’re tired, Seungcheol had been right about that, but Mingyu’s still doing a lot of the work, his hips rutting up to meet you, his hands urging you to go up and down faster-

You lean back, resting your palms on Mingyu’s thighs while swiveling your hips, a moan of pleasure escaping you at the feeling of his large cock fitting so snuggly inside of your core-

Mingyu mirrors your sound, and then his hand is fumbling through your skirt, seeking out your clit-

Your core pulses with need as Mingyu rubs at your sensitive bud, and you swivel your hips harder-

“Fuck, you’re so tight-” Mingyu throws his head back again, rubbing at you harder-

“You’re so big-” you mewl back-

“I can’t-” Mingyu groans, brows pulled together in effort, “I-”

Then you’re rolling suddenly, back once more hitting the cold metal hood while Mingyu reclaims his top position, pistoning into you like a madman, hair tangled, his clown makeup more messy than anyone elses-

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Mingyu whines desperately. “Gonna cum with me, right?” His hand goes into the tulle again. “Please- cum with me-”

Your entire body tenses as the chord in your stomach snaps for a third time, nails digging into Mingyu’s bare shoulders-

His lips meet your frantically, all tongue and teeth and gasps of pleasure- 

He eats your sounds up, hips rutting wildly, working you both through orgasms that give you goosebumps-

And then, just like the others, Mingyu leaves you too soon-

Because there’s a final person on your roster, and he’s the one that no one really wants to make mad.

“Are you all going to just stand and watch?” Seungcheol asks, cutting through the thick tension as Mingyu pulls up his onesie and slumps against his truck, catching his breath.

“Definitly,” Jeonghan responds from where he’s sitting on the hood of his car, a beer in hand and a smile on his face.

“What? Like you’re shy?” Joshua scoffs from next to his roommate.

“You watch us, we watch you,” Wonwoo agrees with a nod and a sip of his beer.

“Oppa-” you whine, which immediately draws Seungcheol’s eyes. “I need-”

You make grabby hands, unable to move from your position on the hood of Wonwoo’s car. 

Words dont matter anymore, all that matters is getting Seungcheol to come and fuck you-

“Need more cock, Squeak?” Seungcheol laughs, approaching you to take up the spot between your legs, his hands gently rubbing from your knee down your thigh- “Four weren’t enough?”

“No, need yours too,” you state stubbornly, grabbing at the front of the clown onesie he’s wearing. “Off.” 

The frat president and part time chainsaw clown chuckles fondly, reaching up a hand to cup your face. 

“You’re really going to try to tell me what to do- looking the way you look right now?” he scoffs. “Cute.”

“Ok, then don’t fuck me,” you say, letting go of the fabric of his costume to lay back against the car, crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m sure Joshie and Hannie-”

“Joshie and Hannie,” Seungcheol echos, cutting you off with a shake of his head and a humourless laugh- then he grabs you by the chin, looking you in the eyes while growling “They had their turn, Squeak, it’s my time now.”

You swallow thickly, blinking at Cheol, who releases your face in favour of trailing his fingers down your body, toying with the corset briefly before dipping under the tulle to find your pussy.

Seungcheol lets out a pleased sound. “You are wet- your panties are soaked all the way through, you’re enjoying this a little too much, don’t you think?”

“No, daddy.” 

Seungcheol lets out a low groan, eyes flickering up to meet your own again. 

He takes a deep breath, and you watch his adam’s apple bob with effort when he swallows, clearing his throat. 

“I want to take my time with you, you silly little clown-” he admits fondly, “but daddy’s pent up from watching his friends get to enjoy you first.”

“So don’t take your time,” you suggest, reaching for his outfit again. “Be rough. Use me. Make me cum.”

“Don’t you care if I cum, Squeak?” he raises a brow.

“You will,” you assure him, “my pussy is magic- ask them.”

Seungcheol catches your hand as you wave it towards the others, and he catches your eye, giving a small shake to his head that tells you he’s fixed on ignoring his friends now.

“I’m not going to ask,” he tells you, “you’re gonna show me.”

“I am?” you cock your head in confusion.

“Yeah, you are,” he says, reaching behind his neck to undo the zipper of his onesie. 

You’re not sure exactly what he’s hoping for - you’re way too fucked out to be thinking coherently - so you slide your hand down to your pussy, fighting the tulle and pulling your panties to the side.

He’s right- you’re wet as fuck. 

Your fingers glide effortlessly past your clit, making you twitch as you dip them into your core-

Seungcheol’s watching you, pulling his onesie down, exposing his pretty chest-

When you curl your digits up, like Jeonghan had, your pussy makes that squelching sound again- a sound that used to make you embarrassed, but now- you see the effect it has-

Over Seungcheol’s shoulder, Joshua and Jeonghan lean in closer.

“Look daddy,” you coo breathlessly, working your fingers in and out gently, “I’m ready for you.” 

Seungcheol swallows before tugging his lip between his teeth, tearing open a condom package in his hands. “Yeah you are- fuck, you look so fucking perfect-”

“Then fuck me,” you whine, pouting like the sad, silly little clown you are.

His eyes meet yours briefly, and then one hand is cupping your thigh to his hip while the other guides his cock into you, making you both groan from the feeling of your wet core swallowing him up.

“Fuck-” Seungcheol groans. “You weren’t kidding about this magic pussy-”

“No daddy, I don’t kid,” you tell him, opening your arms, eager to have him closer-

Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle at the baby-esque way you’re talking, shaking his head before leaning over you, planting one hand on the hood of Wonwoo’s car for leverage while his lips meet yours. 

Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been fucked by four people already and are just- insanely horny, or maybe it’s the fact that it’s Cheol- but when you kiss him, you go all in.

You get lost in the feeling of him; the feeling of his tongue, the feeling of his cock-

And then one of his hands finds your throat, applying pressure that gets you dizzy within seconds-

You whimper deleriously, suckling on Seungcheol’s bottom lip and rutting your hips, looking for more friction-

“Needy Squeaky,” Jeonghan’s laughter makes your heart race harder, especially when others join in.

“Never heard a girl make sounds like this-” Mingyu agrees, and his words carry a note of praise as opposed to the hint of degradation Jeonghan’s had. “This is so hot-”

Seungcheol releases your throat, and you greedily gasp for air, clawing at his shoulder-

“Gonna cum?” he asks, breaking the kiss to look down at you. “If you’re clawing at my back, it better be because you’re gonna cum.”

“Yes, I-” you nod, eyes closed, body overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure-

“Really? You are? Just like that?” Seungcheol laughs. “Sad, silly, stupid little clown, cumming so fucking easy-”

“Yes- please-”

“You’re squeezing me like nothing else, Squeak-” Seungcheol groans, burying his face in your neck, his breath hot against your throat while his thrusts get rougher- “Gonna make daddy cum, yeah?”

“Yes-” you cry, “want you to cum so bad-” 

“You first,” Seungcheol pulls away from your neck, which is once more gripped by his strong hand, pressure- pressure-

“Fuck-” you claw at his forearm, eyes rolling into the back of your head- 

You’re so fucking close-

He releases your neck, and you’re flooded with lightheadedness, body short circuting, pussy clamping down on Seungcheol’s length.

“Yes, Squeak, just like that” Seungcheol growls, pressing his lips to yours to eat up your sounds while he mirrors you with groans of his own, hips faltering with effort-

“Please, please, please-” you hear yourself repeating over and over- but you’re not sure what you’re even begging for at this point.

You’re seriously lost in a pleasure fog that’s all encompassing, and the man fucking you is your only anchor back to reality.

He slowly pulls you back to Earth as his hips lose momentum, and you find yourself laying flat on the hood of Wonwoo’s car, trying to catch your breath, your eyes closed-

“Look at her,” Joshua’s voice feels distant.

“Not a single thought in that pretty little head of hers,” Jeonghan agrees. “Our sad, stupid, little, baby, squeaky clown.”

“You know,” Joshua sighs, “I always thought you had a things for smiley clowns- what’s with this whole sadness kink?”

“What can I say?” Jeonghan’s response is as nonchalant as ever; “Giving squeak something to cry about has changed me.”

You’re pretty sure it’s changed all of you, but as Seungcheol recollects himself, pulling out of your pussy with a grunt- you decide that’s a bridge to cross another night.

Right now, all you really need, is a nap. 

One of the last things you hear - as Wonwoo helps his roommate tuck you into his car - is Mingyu breathlessly noting “This was the best Halloween ever” and you couldn’t agree more.

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🔮 preview. after a night of clownery, you wake up in Seungcheol’s bed. 

cw/ tw. unprotected sex, choking, finger sucking, dirty talk, panty ripping, praise, degradation, etc... 

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.3k I teaser wc. 300

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader ;) 

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You wake up in a familiar bed, your face buried in a pillow that smells like protection- like Seungcheol, and the memories of the night before hit you in hazy, lazy waves.

You shift under the duvet, and your muscles practically scream at you, causing you to release a groan of pained pleasure. 

“Good morning, silly, little clown.”

The deep voice sounds from behind you, and you flip around, coming face to face with the owner of the bed you’re currently in.

Seungcheol’s shirtless, on his side, head propped up in a hand- and he’s smiling the most fondest smile you’ve ever seen, eyes glowing with warmth- 

You have to break your gaze just to think coherent thoughts, and you let out another groan, burying under the duvet in an attempt to escape- 

Last night, you’d thought you could put off dealing with this- but you hadn’t expected to wake up in Seungcheol’s bed- hadn’t expected to pass out after getting fucked by five of your friends, only to be carried back to their frathouse-

“Cute, Squeak,” you hear Seungcheol sigh, his hands reaching out for you, pulling you to his chest even as you continue to wallow just out of sight, “acting all shy today.”

You let out an annoyed groan before popping your head out from under the covers, making you nearly nose to nose with the frat president. “I’m not shy, I’m just thinking.”

“Really? You’re thinking?” Seungcheol acts shocked. “You were such a babbling little mess of a clown last night after we fucked you-” his hand gently grabs your throat, thumb stroking your jugular, “part of me was worried you’d never recover.”

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The Chainsaw Man

Haunted House Actor!Bakugou x Y/N

a/n: erm this one is kinda crazy. but anyways, happy halloween my loves! <3 i’m gonna have a toothache from all this candy lol ^_^ again, no spell check from me!

tw: knife play, chubby reader, non-con, reader calls bakugou sir and is a cry baby, thigh grinding, oral sex, etc.

it is only natural that katsuki bakugou likes halloween. after all, his favorite colors are orange and black. katsuki can be whoever he wants, dressing up in costume and disguising who he really is. but his favorite part about halloween was working at a haunted house.

yes, every friday and saturday night katsuki makes the drive to an old man’s house in the middle of nowhere. they set up a terrifyingly large horror maze. every turn was something new. an actor. a prop. a scene.

katsuki loved to make people scream. he would watch their faces morph into horror and laugh like a maniac. there was no greater satisfaction than seeing others horror at his hands.

the best part of it all was his certain character assigned to himself. leatherface from texas chainsaw massacre. but he skips out on the face, just so he can see the reactions perfectly. he wears his overalls and brings his chainsaw every night.

tonight was no different, except for the appearance of you. since sundown, you had been waiting in the long line. you and your friend clutched each other nervously as figures loomed in the darkness.

not only did the haunted characters live in the maze, but also the line outside of it. gates and long fences kept everything secret. you were in a state of paranoia and fear. you kept looking around you like a scared little girl, repeating curse words to yourself.

this clown had taken a particular interest in torturing you. it was almost like they could sense how terrified you were. they approached you, staring at you silently. you could barely see their eyes through the black and white face paint. their blonde hair glimmered in the low lighting, reminding you that they were indeed human, despite the massive polka dot clownsuit.

your big doe eyes stared back, mouth in a pout. the clown got closer, causing you and your friend to squeal. he laughed sinisterly, jumping at you to cause further horror. you screamed as he came right to your face.

“pretty little girl, so tasty. can i make you my treat?”

you nearly cried at the proximity of you and him.

“no thank you sir!!” you said anxiously

all of the sudden, a knife was to your throat. a fake one, but cold nonetheless. it all felt so real. you tried to reassure yourself that it was okay. none of it was really happening.

“no?” he sighed, withdrawing his knife. “what about your friend? she could be my treat.”

your friend only giggled. “get the hell away, you ugly ass bitch!”

her laugh cut the tension in the air. you giggled with her, holding her hand once again. the clown frowned, walking away. finally, back to reality.

“geez, man couldn’t take a joke!” you remarked

“typical.” your friend agreed

finally, the two of you were let in. everything was a blur as soon as you cut corners. new masks, fake blood, murder scenes. you screamed and screamed, clutching your best friends hand.

bakugou watched you run through. oh god. you were beautiful. his eyes started at the bottom and made their way up as he traced your figure. would it be so wrong if there was already a tent in his pants?

bakugou was supposed to wait silently to scare you. there was a queue that he would get from other actors on the scene. but he had a different plan for you.

he turned to his partner in crime. oh kiri. he was so kind. bakugou knew he would instantly give in. kiri wouldn’t allow bakugou to submit you to such torture that he was envisioning. but if bakugou could get you alone…

“hey kiri, i want this one. you take that other girl.”

kiri smiled mischeviously. “you got it bro!”

little did you know the horrors that you were about to receive.

your eyes darted around. it was dark, and your best friend was gone. you felt yourself panic even more.

your thighs jiggled and shook with every step. it made your thigh highs fall on one side, while the other clung to the middle of your thigh. he saw your little mini skirt, exposing nearly every inch of your skin. then your cute oversized cardigan which had completely fallen from your shoulder. and a tank top with a little bow that nearly had your boobs falling out.

it was eerily silent. you called out for your friend, with no response. you began to whine about where she had gone. even cursing the actors who got paid minimum wage to freak people out all night.

you felt around for something, or someone. it was too hard to see clearly. you needed something of substance so you could feel your way out. suddenly, you touched something warm.

oh god.

you let out an ear piercing scream as a chainsaw resounded through the midnight air. a flicker of light came from the chain saw through every rip. you could see his face. handsome, and eerily pleased with your reaction.

“god, has anyone told you that you look utterly delicious?”

“n-no sir!” you hiccuped, looking around for a way out. “w-where is my friend?”

“gone!” he said with delight

you began to run away from him, but he only chased after you like a mad man. you screamed and screamed until you couldn’t anymore.

just when you were sure you lost him, he had taken a shortcut you didn’t even know existed. all you heard was the knocking of his utility boots. his heavy breaths. the drag of his chainsaw. and that smell of kerosene.

“p-please stop sir! i need to find my friend!” you whined

you continued to run aimlessly in the darkness. anywhere but here. anywhere but where the chainsaw man was headed. this maze was seemingly endless, with random bursts of light. you hit the fences wall once again.

“no. no! NO!” you screamed

you beat against the wooden fence, even considering climbing it. however, it was completely flat. a spine chilling chuckle cut through the crisp air. you felt yourself begin to cry. closing your eyes, hot droplets of tears rushed down your face. you turned around to face him, yet you couldn’t open your eyes. it was far too scary.

you could feel his hot breath fan against your face. he positively towered over you. he was so tall. so big compared to you.

“pretty little girl. all alone.”

his hands reached out to caress your face. you sobbed as he caught your hot tears. the chainsaw man’s hands were freezing to the touch. he loved your tears so much that he tasted them. salty and delicious. it made him hungry.

“i almost feel sorry for you.” he chuckled. “but then again, who else would torture you as good as me?”

he ripped the chainsaw and let it run down the side of the barn next to you. you screamed and screamed, finally opening your eyes to see him. the chainsaw raked up and down, causing the sound of grinding against the metal. sparks flew from the chainsaw. this awful sound resounded continually through the air.

“you like that, pretty little girl?” he smiled

you cried as he eyed you. up and down. that smelly kerosene. the sparks. and the huge man in front of you. you were terrified for your life.

“n-no!! i’m so scared!” you replied

the chainsaw man smirked. he made you stand flat against the gates. inserting his knee between your legs, he only laughed harder.

“you should be, cry baby.”

you gasped as his knee made contact with your pussy. what was he doing? it almost made you forget his chainsaw.

“n-not a cry baby!” you exclaimed. “and what are you doing?!”

bakugou chuckled. your face was absolutely ruined, and he didn’t even fuck you yet. the tears that ran down your face caused black streaks of runny mascara.

“just trying to fucking ruin you. s’not that hard though, is it?”

you pouted. “you’re so scary! how could i not cry?”

he grabbed your chin, making you look into his eyes. strobe lights flickered as he gripped you. god, he was so handsome. his blonde hair stuck out in all directions. he wore thick eyeliner. and you could see that his muscles were nearly busting out of his flannel.

“not sure baby, but it fuckin turns me on.” he smirked

you gasped as he rocked his thigh back and forth. you moaned as he hit your sweet spot. why did you like this so much? it was so disgusting. anyone could catch you. and what about your best friend? she needed you.

“n-no! please stop sir!” you whined

bakugou shook his head. “uh uh little cry baby. need to see you scream again.”

“but i can’t!! need to find my friend…please let me go sir! i’m so scared and i need her!”

bakugou almost felt sorry for you. you were so fucking pathetic. i mean, after all he was just an actor. and there was no way his chainsaw could actually hurt you. he would never pierce your precious skin.

“poor thing. you almost convinced me. but if you really want to, i need two things from you.”

you nodded your head quickly. “yes sir! anything sir!”

“give me your number, and suck me off.”

your big doe eyes blinked into his. “you’re kidding me, right?”

bakugou smirked. “no. unless you want me to kill you? or you wanna try running away again? i’ll have my friends catch you next. then we can all take turns torturing you. would you like that?”

you shook your head. “no sir, i wouldn’t wanna do that.”

his dropped his chainsaw in favor of his hands squishing your waist. “mmm fuck. i fuckin love chubby girls. you’re so soft, my pretty little cry baby.”

the chainsaw man continued to rock his knee. your pussy was so warm. he wanted to feel how wet and sticky you were. he needed to taste your pretty cunny. he was sure that it would be so sweet. the perfect treat for him.

he unbuttoned your cardigan. you whined as the cold air reached your shoulders and tits. bakugou chuckled. fuck, you were so pretty. he loved your tits already.

“y-you like chubby girls?” you said, face red with shame

the chainsaw man removed his thigh from your pussy. you whined, gripping his arms so as to not fall. he watched your boobs shake and bounce and your feet hit the ground.

“fuck yeah!” he smirked. “i mean fuck, i wanted to eat you as soon as you walked through my part of the maze.”

you felt his cold hands palm your tits. the chainsaw man was very needy. yet you didn’t mind. you liked his threats and the way he was so hungry for you. you lifted your tank top down to expose your black lacey bra.

“just for me, little one?” he asked. “you shouldn’t have!”

“w-wasnt for you sir. this guy was s’posed to come with me…b-but he bailed. m’not his type, i guess.”

bakugou frowned. “you’re so fuckin beautiful. any man who doesn’t like you is stupid. i mean fuck, i got hard as soon as i saw those thighs.”

you giggled. “thank you, sir! i’m almost less scared of you.”

“oh baby, you should be terrified.” he replied easily

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. your jaw dropped as he cut into your tank top. he pulled the knife slowly down, cutting it in half. your tank top was tattered, falling away from your supple skin.

the chainsaw man used the dull side of the knife to tease you. he dragged the cold metal up and down your stomach. you gasped out of fear.

“p-please stop sir!” you whined

he chuckled as he continued to tease your tummy. you were so soft and cute. the perfect little squish to rest his head. or play with his knife. he poked your skin slightly, causing a little blood to get on the knife. you yelped in pain.

“sir! please! i don’t like it!”

you began to cry again. he was just an actor. why was he actually hurting you? albeit, it wasn’t much of cut, more like a nick.

“you don’t like it, pretty girl?” he licked your skin. “i fuckin love it!”

little tears dripped down your face. you needed to distract him before things got worse. “c-can i suck you now?”

bakugou dropped his knife. you saw his tongue lick his lips and flash his pearly white teeth at you. a deep chuckle sounded, causing shivers down your spine.

“yeah baby, get on yer fuckin knees.”

he smirked, pushing your shoulders down. you gasped as your knees buckled to the muddy ground. you knew your socks were ruined, as well as your shoes. now you’d have to take a shower and wash away all this icky dirt.

you looked up at him, tears flowing from your eyes. bakugou wiped them from your face, “pretty girl, no need to cry. you got to take care of me, don’t you?”

it was sick, but you loved it. his honey tone contrasted with his evil intentions. all he was doing was manipulating and using you. though you knew those things, you didn’t get up and run. in fact, you were almost excited.

“y-yes sir!” you agreed. “can you take your overalls off, please?”

what bakugou revealed was the body of a god. and he had asked you for your number? your friends would think you sick for agreeing, but he was just so fucking hot. and on top of that, he wanted you. you, out of all people in the maze.

he slapped your face with his cock, bringing you back to reality. “look at me, little one.”

you opened your mouth instinctively, peering up with your big eyes. bakugou twitched against your cheek. you saw the edges of his mouth curl up into a sinister smile. he began to drag his dick all over your face, making you wet with precum. you closed your eyes, sticking your tongue out for him to use. bakugou groaned as he covered you with his stickiness.

“that’s a good fuckin girl. you ready to take it?”

you nodded. he chuckled as you got closer, sticking your face near his stomach. you clutched his muscular thighs as he plunged down your throat.

you gasped as his thick cock forced its way down. you could barely breath as you tasted him. but you loved being full. you loved the feeling of him using you. you moved your head up and down, listening to the way he grunted as he hit the back of your throat.

“fuck, this isn’t your first time is it? you little whore.”

he clenched the back of your head and rammed your skull into his stomach. you choked and gasped for air as he quickly pulled out. instinctively, you spat out all the saliva and pre. you began to cough as you knelt to the ground. but bakugou wasn’t having that.

“get up, my little cry baby. you’re not done yet.”

you pouted, pre running down your lips, neck, and chin. bakugou watched it drip between your cleavage. he knew where he was cumming.

“what’s your friend gonna say?”

you giggled, a little out of sorts. “i’m fucking crazy!”

bakugou began to laugh too. “you are fuckin crazy. lettin a stranger use your throat like this.”

you began to lick up and down his cock. bakugou sucked in his breath as you swallowed his tip. you played with his silt with your tongue, licking up and down. he shivered as you hit his sweet spot repeatedly.

he tried to put his hands on your head, but you just swallowed down. he grunted out as he watched your mouth go up and down on his cock. swallowing, then retreating, and swallowing again.

“mmmf, pretty girl.”

your doe eyes looked up at him. face ruined with tears and make up stains. cum all over your neck and chest. bakugou loved it. he felt himself twitching more and more.

you went faster as you felt him twitch. bakugou bit his lip and felt his toes curl in his boots. you were so good at what you did. pre released more and more from the tip. you loved the taste.

“yeah baby, i’m fuckin close!” he grunted

you went all the way down his cock, swallowing him to the base. he was so huge. bakugou watched your lips wrap his entire cock. he reached down to touch your throat, completely full with his fat cock you felt yourself choke, and quickly went back.

bakugou suddenly pulled out. you whined from loss of contact, but watched as he jerked off. you realized he wanted to jerk off all over you. closing your eyes, you left your mouth open to swallow his cum.

bakugou moaned, shooting his seed into your mouth, down your chin, and in between your tits. he watched the milky white liquid spread and race down. you used your finger to pick it up from your chin, licking and swallowing.

he fixed himself, then leaned down to help you. he spread the cum into your skin, making sure you’d smell just like him. bakugou kissed you silly, all around your face and lips, despite his cum.

bakugou pulled your fuzzy cardigan up onto your shoulders. he carefully buttoned it up, helping you to your feet.

“i still want your number, beautiful. if you’d let me have it?”

you smiled. “okie, give me your phone!”

you typed in your number, taking a photo of yourself for his phone. bakugou was going to definitely use that later for *purposes* because you could still see some of his cum and your absolutely ruined makeup.

bakugou watched your cute little face light up as he kissed your cheek. “do you want me to help you out?”

oh god. you forgot you were even in the maze. blinking for a few moments, you registered what he said. “oh, yes! what’s your name?”

“i’m the texas chainsaw man, baby.”

THE END

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MARS CAN I HAVE HCS FOR DOING UR MAKEUP WITH THE DUCKS <333333

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doing ur makeup with the ducks !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, fulton reed, connie moreau, guy germaine, julie gaffney, ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

✧ additional info: can be read as romantic or platonic! readers gender isn’t explicitly specified but is supposed to be fem

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ೃ༄ charlie conway

he’s. very interesting about it

he’ll mainly just sit and watch cause he doesn’t know what else to do but will ask questions

“omg what’s this” and it’s probably mascara

even though he’s a guy u would think he knows that

he’s not mean about it or anything, he actually asks a lot of questions because he’s genuinely interested

ೃ༄ adam banks

i have a hc he has an older sister so he actually knows what a lot of the bottles are

he’d let u test lipsticks on his arm <3

and if u wanted his honest opinion on how ur makeup looks he may or may not be able to give it 😭 but if he thinks it looks bad he’ll hesitate for like 5 mins before finally saying “you look a little crazy.. i’m sorry”

and he’d let u put some on him for funsies

ೃ༄ lester averman

he’d talk non stop the whole time u do ur makeup

it’s like 40% questions and 60% random nonsense

it’s entertaining though because he knows all the gossip and has fun facts that are actually terrifying

he’d wanna try to put makeup on u but u don’t let him cause he’ll fuck up 💕

and if u get up to go to the bathroom or just to get something u come back and bro looks like a clown

ೃ༄ fulton reed

despite the fact he’s very silly and chaotic and always has something to start yelling about he actually likes the peacefulness of when ur doing ur makeup

it’s like a little free period for him cause he can get hw done, sleep, just sit there and talk normally, etc

ofc cause he’s a Teenage Boy he’d probably make fun of u a little but he’s overall amazed by the process and how long a full face takes

and also would ask u to tell him whatever gossip yk and his responses are so funny

“so yk chelsea?—” “OHH THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT??? YEAHHH” “apparently the dad is j-“ “JAKE??? I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

ೃ༄ connie moreau

i feel like she’s one of those girls who only wears like mascara and lipgloss (not cause she’s a pick me but because she doesn’t know how to do anything else)

will ask u to do hers for her! and teach her how to do stuff like blush and eyeliner since she doesn’t know how but rlly wants to learn

and she also compliments ur makeup every 2 mins

“omgg u look gorgeous!” “connie babes i haven’t even put anything on yet” “and? <3”

ೃ༄ guy germaine

says things like “you look so pretty” or “that looks so cool? omg?” every 2 seconds

he genuinely thinks ur the greatest at doing makeup

and he also let’s u test lipsticks on his arm

i feel like he’d ask u to put eyeliner on him just cause he wants to see what it looks like on him <3

also his hands are probably really steady for some reason?? so if u have shaky hands hed help u put stuff on

ೃ༄ julie gaffney

100% curls ur lashes for u if ur also terrified of the lash curler

does hers with u even though she doesn’t rlly use concealer and foundation and skin stuff cause she washes her face every day <3

but she’d know how to use literally everything and is fucking amazing at it and can help u with whatever u want

would ask u to help her choose colours if she decides to have colourful eyeshadow

let’s u paint her nails <3

ೃ༄ ken wu

i’m ngl he probably just sits there and watches

probably uses the time to just talk about whatever

and if y’all have classes together he asks for help with hw 😭

“so what’s number 4 again??” “oh it’s 13 over 6” “ty!!”

he’d also start organizing ur makeup for funsies and brings u snacks and water if he gets bored

ೃ༄ dean portman

will look through literally all ur makeup for funsies

and also asks a shit ton of questions

would probably say “that’s so girly 😹🫵” as a joke but he’s actually rlly intrigued and likes watching u do it

hands u whatever u need but u probably have to explain it to him and he grabs it at the last second to be a bitch

“can u hand me the lash curler?” “the what” “that curvy thing that looks like a little science tool” “wtf r u talking about” “oh my god let me—“ “OHHH U MEAN THIS”

sometimes he actually has no idea wtf u mean though

ೃ༄ luis mendoza

knows what everything is cause as we all know this MAN WHORE has had like 400 gfs

would suggest different lip colours to do

will 100% rizz u up while ur putting on lip gloss or lipstick

“i like that colour, u should kiss me so we can both have it” “that wasn’t smooth at all”

he also makes jokes like the little comedian he is (compares random people to random shit)

ೃ༄ dwayne robertson

he’s like adam but more talkative

would try to guess what everything is used for and like very rarely gets it right

but when he does he gets so excited

he’d do ur hair while u do ur makeup so u don’t have to after

WOULD PLAY COUNTRY MUSIC IN THE BG.

[beanghostprincess]

Weird self indulgent bullcrap but hear me out okay-

Seraphim Buggy.

The strawhats get to Egghead and there's so much going on, it's wild and crazy and things start calming down after a bit, but then one group manages to find a tube in the far back. Luffy is staring HARD at the little body, battered and bloodied, white hair floating like a curtain in the solution, but the round red nose is a huge give away. He recognizes that nose. He recognizes that face.

"Is that... Buggy?" Nami is confused, hesitant. Zoro frowns at the tube, at the injuries on the child's body, bruises and scrapes and filth.

Luffy is silent before he hauls back and punches the tube with a Haki coated fist. The others yelp, scold him, Chopper shrieks bc they don't know if that will hurt the kid, but-

It doesn't even crack.

They stare.

Franky and Chopper dive to the control panel to try releasing the child, while Luffy is still staring at the unconscious body. Usopp is equally quiet, both assessing and reaching out. They know Buggy in varying amounts, but absolutely nothing about this kid feels Right. There's a wickedly sharp undercurrent, even unconscious, that makes even Luffy wary.

They get him out, he's still unconscious, but he's safe. Chopper begins working on patching his wounds up, and midway through the kid's presence locks down to near nothing before white-gold eyes snap open. Luffy meets the gaze easily, inclines his head slightly, seeing the minute tension the ripples across the tiny clown's frame. S-Buggy blinks for a moment, then reaches out.

Luffy let's him touch the hat.

The kid is silent for a moment before he croaks a soft "bro...ther..."

They take him with them. Over the course of it all, they find out why the kid was locked away in stasis, learn just what they released from the tube, but the little seraphim is so taken with Luffy and is so happy to just cling and be clung to that they have issues believing that THIS is the demon the others were mentioning, the monster that had been locked away for everyone's safety. It doesn't help that this is BUGGY and any iteration of the clown being powerful just seems ridiculous.

Then something happens. And little S-Buggy causes a near apocalyptic level of damage.

None of the crew is killed in the rampage, none so much as injured by the little jester boy, but it begins painting things in a new light.

By the end of it all, as they're leaving, Luffy tells the crew to contact the Cross Guild. "A pirate ship isn't safe for kids," he says with finality. They nod. He keeps S-Bug distracted, they actually make efforts to AVOID fighting, miserable though it leaves some, and they soon meet up with the Guild.

"Uncle," Luffy calls out, shocking everyone in earshot, especially when Buggy greets him back.

Luffy knows a lot more about Buggy and Shanks' childhoods than most do, pieced together from times when he was small and begging Shanks to bring him with the crew, when he and Buggy had time spent together, especially on the way to Marineford. So when he saw this like Seraphim, felt the Haki, saw the damage, he knew this was out of his wheelhouse. He was going to be King of the Pirates, not because he idolized Gol D. Roger, but because he was going to be better than him.

By Davy Jones as his witness, he would be better.

Buggy is mildly annoyed, confused, exasperated, but then Luffy meets his eyes dead on, steady, and says "He hasn't learned control yet."

And suddenly, Buggy understands. He winces. Hisses through his teeth. "Fuck."

"Yeah."

"No Red, then?"

"No. But he saw my hat, called me brother."

"Fucking hell."

"A ship is no place for a kid," Luffy says, voice surprisingly mature to most who know him. "But an island..."

"Yeah," Buggy sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Shit. Yeah, an island is safer. Has he imprinted?"

"I dunno, but he's pretty docile if there's no perceived threat."

Buggy groans, but opens his arms to take the child, giving the kid warning of touch, an open offer. The little seraphim hesitates for a moment before diving towards the older pirate.

Crocodile, Mihawk, and the strawhats all watch on in varying stages of confusion while the two captains talk.

There are many questions to be asked, curiosities to be quenched, but for now? Karai Bari offers docking overnight, and a new resident is welcomed to the island.

Right now I can only think about,, How cute a seraphim Buggy would be,, And also, Buggy and Luffy's relationship here?? My beloveds 😭 Everyone is so confused and doesn't understand why they know so much about each other and get along so well because Luffy is the master of never talking about his past unless he's asked,, Really happy this little Buggy can be with Buggy, though, always saying Cross Guild as dads with the Seraphims is an amazing concept.

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Ruesha Littlejohn x Reader

You Ruined Love for Me

Part of the Beth McCarthy mini song series

If You Loved Me Right

If you didn't lie to me

Tell me you'd die for me

Break every promise

If you were honest

I wouldn't be crazy

If you didn't call me names

If you didn't try to change

Every part of me

Every part of me you hate, I

Know that if you loved me right

I wouldn't be crazy

On the plane to Australia you were catching up with the latest Ruetube, they always make you laugh and couldn’t wait to see if you had made this week’s cut. Midway through, you could tell your bestie wasn’t her usual happy and crazy self; she seemed distant and the sparkle in her eyes had faded. Always the light of the party and the clown of the locker room Ruesha had the power to make anyone belly laugh their way into next week. You could be having the worst day of your life but could guarantee Rue would change that with a single sentence. You never had to tell her you were having a bad day, she could always just sense it and would do everything she could to try and cheer you up. She was everyone’s pick-me-up and none of you had noticed how sad she truly was lately. She’d been painting on a brave face every day of training but the camera doesn’t lie - the despair in her eyes was undeniable. That’s why watching her online made you feel so guilty, you knew she was going through a tough time with the break up and being released from Villa but missed the sadness behind the mask she paints on every single day.

Looking behind to spot Rue a few rows back as she made her way through the aisle pretending to be an air hostess, singing Busted as she went, most would be fooled to think she was truly happy. You knew how much she had been worrying that she wouldn’t make the squad. You knew her break up with Katie was messy and that she didn’t get a choice about leaving Villa. Everything she’d known for years had gone. Disappeared. Her life had been turned upside down and you just hadn’t noticed how much it had taken a toll on her until you watched it back on the laptop. She may be laughing and joking behind you but it’s all pretend.

“Oh hello madam, may I offer you a refreshing beverage?” Rue tapped on your shoulder sounding exactly like Mrs Doubtfire. Entertaining her efforts as she served your drink but ignored Katie who was in the row opposite - you can hardly blame her! Everything had come at such a shit time for her and when she finally slumped back down in her seat, it didn’t take her long to put on her headphones and pull the hoodie over her eyes. Unable to watch her combust any longer you made yourself known by dropping hard into the empty seat next to her. She’d purposely stationed herself in the empty back row, moving from the seat in front of Katie before take off. Nudging her hood back to spy who had invaded her space to see it was you and immediately forced a smile back on to her face. “Wanna watch a movie?” your voice perky, “I’m not really in the mood (y/n/n)” your friend grumbled behind the jumper covering her mouth. “Okay..” thinking of another approach, “I have cards? Entertain an old lady would ya?” nudging her gently as she laughed a little at your statement. “I’m older than you ya cheeky hen, whats that make me?!” snatching the cards out of your hand to shuffle them.

A few games in, Rue finally took the bait and started talking. Just as you expected, life had just got a bit too much for her lately and putting on a front had become tiring. Determined to not let her be sad the entire tournament and knowing you were underdogs with this being Ireland’s first time at a World Cup, she should be enjoying it. So you decided to make it your mission to drag her through the shit and into the light so she could fully appreciate her first time in Australia and at a major tournament, knowing it would most likely be her last chance too. “I’m so glad you made it mate, I couldn’t imagine doing this without you” trying your best to make sure she knows how much the team love her. “Very nearly didn’t come, didn’t know if I could face that for weeks” gesturing towards Katie with her eyes. “But Shebhan convinced me, said I would never forgive myself if I stayed home” her eyes never faltered from the cards in her hand. “Well I’m glad I’ve got my best friend here” nudging her shoulder as you slapped down the winning card. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? Sometimes the person who makes sure everyone’s okay needs someone to ensure she’s okay?” Rue nodded as she as shared out the cards again. Playing non stop for a few hours she shared her worries of not knowing how she’s going to cope being stuck with Katie for so long, at home she can escape but here she’s got to see her ex every single day. She was also hoping to be picked up before coming away but nobody had enquired about her and made the prospect of retiring suddenly more real. She didn’t know what she would do next but you told her you would pay a hell of a lot of money to hear her commentating and you’re sure others would too!

Once you’d arrived at the hotel you made sure Rue was your roommate so you could stabilise her mood and bring back a spark of joy we’re so used to seeing. You thought it was working but when the day of your first game came you could tell she was on the war path - snapping at everyone and losing it over the littlest things. You hadn’t put two and two together until you were in the tunnel stood across from Australia, noticing Caitlin Foord directly opposite Ruesha, suddenly everything made sense. As your eyes burned into the back of Rue’s head who was burning holes into her rival’s - on the pitch and off, you could tell by her stance she was angry. Echoes of Rue’s voice shouting for Ireland bounced around in the metal tunnel, bangs on the side rippling through the line up. By this point it was too late to address her as you walked out with your team, grabbing her after group photos to ask if she was okay. “Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” she replied in loud arrogance. You knew this was going to be a looong 90 minutes.

———-

Shoving Rue back into the locker room Katie was in her face and not letting up as she screamed at her that she was psycho. Laying into her ex for ignoring her new girlfriend in the line up and lashing out after the game. There’s a lot Rue did wrong but she played a superb game regardless, she hadn’t played 90 minutes in ages and it didn’t show for a second. Noticing Rue was about to blow you put yourself between the two exes just like you did on the pitch with Caitlin. You knew Rue was gonna boil over and being the nearest to her, you had to pull her away.. And here we are - a screaming match after our first ever World Cup game.. it certainly leaves a lot to be desired for the rest of the tournament! Being only one person in the middle of two very passionate people right now, it didn’t take them long to simply walk around you. Every time you moved between them they just swerved your body to face each other again. Two Irish women screaming at each other made your ears ring. “If you were a decent human being I wouldn’t be fucking crazy would I!” Rue shouted literally through you towards Katie. “You tried to change everything about me and that still wasn’t enough for you!” this time standing on the bench to shout over the top of you. “It’s always the same argument from you isn’t it! Can you blame me for not being honest if this is how you react? I don’t love you anymore Ruesha, I haven’t loved you for years!” That statement from Katie made your eyes bulge in shock, that was a spiteful thing to say. “You always liked to keep your options open didn’t you!” still standing on the bench and kicking Katie’s belongings onto the floor. “You’re so over emotional and unpredictable Rue, what the fuck even was that out there? Are you trying to embarrass all of us? You don’t deserve to be here!” Katie picked up a boot to throw at her. “WOAH, THAT IS ENOUGH!” you screamed to get their attention, grabbing the boot out of Katie’s hand and throwing it across the room. “RUE! OUT! NOW!” pointing at the door. Ruesha’s arms folded as she refused to move so you did the only thing you could. Grabbing her legs and throwing her over your shoulder you carried her out as the screaming continued behind, kicking the door to open it as you marched the midfielder out of the changing room. Placing her feet back on the ground, as soon as the door closed she burst into tears, lowering her down gently as she collapsed onto the floor. Cradling your best friend who wailed into your lap as the rest of the team walked past, you waved them on determined to not make it a big scene. Once they’d passed, you scooped her up to carry her into an empty room and attempted to her calm her uneven breathing, fetching cold towels for her forehead before she gave herself a migraine.

Exhausted from all the crying she soon fell asleep on the coach, your back was against the window with your legs draped over her - feeling like you were protecting her against the world and the childish snickers from the back of the bus. Arriving back at the hotel you carried her limp body into your room and tucked her into bed, holding her into the next day, ready to take on the world again - in more ways than one.

[yes-divine-ruler]

hi! can you pls do a kai anderson smut x reader who is crazy as he is 😭

i love your writing btw!!!

Worst In Me - Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

CW: depictions of violence and murder, mentions of blood, oral (f receiving), sex

Word count: 2215

"Where the fuck is Y/N, we're leaving in 5 minutes," Kai spat, his mask tucked under his arm by his side as his other reached outwards in disbelief.

"Here!" You called, descending the stairs in your own costume, mask also tucked under your arm.

"What took you so fucking long?" Kai asked, obviously annoyed.

"None of your fucking business, Divine Ruler," you spat back, pushing him by the shoulder and moving outside to get into the van with the others.

"That fucking bitch," Kai mumbled under his breath, shaking his head before following you outside.

You both pile into the van, setting your knives in your laps.

“She’ll be shooting at Collingwood Park,” Beverley takes a deep breath, “Brookfield Heights Rescue League.. some bullshit Jamboree.”

You nod, turning to Kai who has his eyes set on you already.

“What?” You bark, holding the knife up in front of you.

“Nothing,” he mutters, looking back down at the large knife in his hand as the drive commences.

The van pulls up outside the park, each of you getting out, masks on over your heads. It was hot in the costume, but it went unnoticed to you, the adrenaline pumping through your body overpowered all your senses.

“I get the first go,” you voice to Kai, as he walks behind you, his boots heavy against the walkway. He just grumbles something under his breath, and continues walking.

With Serena Belinda in sight, you, Kai and Harrison approach her, scoffing under your breath at the innocent persona she’d painted for herself.

“She’s holding a fucking dog,” you roll your eyes beneath the mask and Kai lets out a chuckle.

“What about the camera man?” Harrison asks, as you watch the fear in his eyes, as he tries to wave you all from the view of the camera.

“Kill him,” you say simply, Kai following you around to Serena’s right, as Harrison hangs back.

“Oh! It looks like we have some clowns who are desperate for air time,” Serena says, looking over at you as you approach her slowly, “uh- miss- are you excited to be apart of tomorrow’s entertainment?”

Just as Serena holds the microphone out to you, you pull the knife from behind your back, lunging forward to push the sharp point through her stomach. She screams, lunging forward and holding onto her knife wound, blood seeping onto the pavement below her.

Harrison lunges forward, stabbing Serena a second time in the neck, as she falls on her back to the floor. Kai stays by her side, as the cameraman lurches forward to try and defend Serena.

“What a fucking idiot,” you mutter under your breath, before using your bloodied knife to pierce his chest in a hard thrust.

You turn back around towards Serena and Kai, crouching down to your knees to repeatedly stab her in the chest, Kai following with his own murderous fore-comings.

“Alright let’s go,” Kai instructs, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up.

“I can get up myself,” you say, tearing your arm from Kai’s grasp, turning to wave at Harrison to follow. You all trudge back to the van, trying to shake off the excess blood on your gloves as it left a sanguinary trail behind you.

You all pile back into the van, Jack leaning over his seat to take a glance at the three of you. Beverley sits firmly in her seat, a devilishly smile across her face.

“So?” She asks, as Jack begins to pull away from the curb, taking you all back to Kai’s family home.

“What does it look like?” You ask her menacingly, stretching out your arms to show her your red-stained costume.

“She’s gone,” Kai says simply, removing his mask and shaking his hair out so it wasn’t flat against his head. You follow, removing your mask and setting it in your lap. You notice Kai gazing at you again, before he drops his head and lets out a forced cough. You knew that you’d have to talk to him about it later, his blatant staring was getting on your nerves.

Pulling up at the house and parking the van out front, as a group you retreated inside. Letting out a loud sigh, you strip from your costume in the living room, not caring if anyone saw. You weren’t conscious about your body, and you didn’t care what anyone thought.

Dropping your costume on the floor, Winter scurried to pick it up with a pair of gloves.

“Thanks Win,” you mumbled, picking up your phone in just your bra and panties and filtering through your messages.

“Hey when’s your speech Anderson?” Still soaked in blood, you padded to the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out something to eat.

“Couple of days,” he replied, stripped of his own costume and leaning against the kitchen counter in just his boxers. He didn’t care just as much as you.

Even with Serena Belinda’s blood on your hands you brought the apple to your mouth, taking a bite. Not even the blood of one of your victims provoked any care or bother from you.

“Right so, you’ve talked to Meadow about your plan?” You were too busy chewing your apple to notice Kai approaching you.

“Yes,” he said simply, before he was standing with his chest almost pushed against yours, his arms caging you in against the kitchen counter.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You let out a small laugh, as Kai’s dark eyes stared into yours.

“You, you’re my fucking problem.”

“Then why do you keep staring at me like you wanna fuck me?” You answer, dropping your apple core into the sink.

Kai sucks in an agitated breath, before he steps back.

“My room. Now.” His eyes rake over your almost bare body, soaking in the appearance of your smooth skin, covered in blood of the person you’d just savagely murdered.

“Okay,” you shrug, following him up to his room as he drags you by the wrist. You were unproblematically yourself, and although Kai despised it at times, it was also insanely hot. You understood him, you appreciated the method to his madness.

“So what do you want?” You ask, sitting on the end of his bed and crossing your legs, leaning back with the support of your outstretched arms.

Kai doesn’t wait another moment, his body lunging towards yours, his lips attacking yours in a passionate kiss. You’d be lying if you didn’t think about this once or twice during your time in the cult. Your main focus was the greater good of this country, the second, mostly on your own at bed time, your Divine Ruler.

“Kai!” You yelp, as his lips leave yours, wrapping around a small portion of skin on your neck, sucking harshly on your skin to leave a big bruise.

“I can’t tell you- how hot it is- when I watch you- do your service- for his group,” he breaths out between kisses, his big cold hands wrapping around your back and unclasping your bra.

Your breasts bounce freely from the constraints of your bra, Kai immediately taking one of your stiff peaks in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. You let out a soft moan, his hands now at your hips, as you tangle your fingers in his sweaty blue hair.

“I was hard the whole time,” he admits, kissing down your stomach, licking at patches of blood, until he got to the waistband of your panties. Maybe that explains how quiet he was.

“Kai..” his name rolls of your tongue as you allow him to pull down your panties, exposing you wholly and completely to him. He marvels at the sight of your unclothed body, humming to himself in satisfaction.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, his kisses littering your hips bones and travelling lower. Usually you’d scowl at him for being so soft, but right now, his sweet words only ignited the fire in your abdomen.

His face becomes level with your throbbing heat, as he uses this thumbs to spread your soaking folds, before dipping his tongue in to taste you. You watch as he licks a thick strip up your slit, his lips settling on your clit and sucking softly. Your face screws in pleasure, as his assault on your clit continues, before another stripe is licked back down to your entrance. His tongue delves inside you, his nose brushing your clit as he looks up to meet your hungry eyes.

“Ohhh, fuck,” you groan, lolling your head back into the bed, kneading your own breast in your hand as he continues to work his tongue on your pussy.

His finger prods at your entrance, a “please” escaping your lips, begging him to stretch you out. He does as you ask, his finger evading your warm silk walls, letting out a moan as he feels you contract around it.

“You like that?” He asks, kitten licking your clit, his finger moving at a slow, steady pace inside you.

“Yes- oh my god- yes, more,” you beg, biting your bottom lip between your teeth.

He chuckles at your eagerness before adding a second finger. He scissors his fingers, stretching you out blissfully, before curling his fingers expertly up to hit your spot of intense pleasure.

“Kai!” You call his name again, his pace fast, his tongue still steadily lapping at your engorged clit.

“Cum, cum on my fingers,” Kai encourages, before the knot in your stomach unties and your legs begin to shake under his touch. You buckle your hips up to meet his face, as he licks you through your delicious release.

Kai removes his fingers as you pant under him in a frenzied mess, leaving a soft kiss on your clit.

“That was so hot,” he breathes out, provoking a laugh from you as you lean up on your elbows.

“Didn’t know you were so good with that tongue Anderson,” you tease as he crawls over you, pulling his boxers down his legs.

“How about I show you how good I am with my cock too?” You watch as his throbbing erection slaps against his stomach, as he folds your legs up to slot between them.

“Go on then,” you smile, as he leans in and connects your lips in another kiss. Your tongue enters his mouth, as he groans, running his tip back and forth against your entrance.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, kicking a stripe from his mouth to his ear, tasting the blood that stained his face.

“You’re such a dirty whore,” he groans, pushing himself inside you as you nip at his ear lobe.

He bottoms out inside you, a lightning shock of pleasure coursing through your core as you experience the ultimate fulfilment.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Kai moans, savouring the feeling of your heated core pulse around his hard cock.

You wrap your legs around his hips, caging him in before flipping yourselves over so you were straddling him. He lets out a surprised gasp, as you take control, rising and falling on his cock.

“Holy shit,” he groans, reaching out and grabbing ahold of your breasts, his thumb flicking over your nipple. It was a heavenly sight, your naked body, blood soaked and bouncing on his dick.

He held your hips tightly in your hands, as his thrust up into you to the beat of a silent drum, his balls slapping against your skin at a rapid pace.

You bask in this moment, pleasuring your divine ruler by riding him, watching his face as it screwed in carnal desire, desperately needing to hit your deepest point with every thrust of his hips.

“That’s it, fuck I’m- I’m cumming,” you’d never seen Kai so vulnerable, withering beneath your body as he coats your internal walls with his warm seed, letting out a low moan in gratification.

You slow your movements, leaning over and resting your sweat sheen forehead against his, as you both try and catch back your breaths.

“Why are we only just doing this now?” He asks, with a small chuckle.

“Because I’m a bitch, and you’re our divine ruler,” you tease, Kai pushing you off him and crawling back on top of you.

“You do act like a bitch sometimes but, you’re the only one who’s as committed as I am,” he says honestly, “maybe you’re who should have my messiah.”

You let out a laugh, pushing him by the chest and making him fall backwards. You get up off the bed, not ignorant of his eyes as they’re pierced into the side of your head.

“I’m not having kids Kai,” you say shortly, “kids don’t belong here. With us.”

“They won’t see anything,” he gets up, now stuck on the idea, “the child will be sheltered from our movement until they’re old enough to understand.”

“I’ll think about it, now stop being so needy and annoying,” you put a hand up to stop him from coming over to you and leave his bedroom, with a blanket wrapped around your body.

“Y/N!?”

You turn to see Winter, her mouth open in shock, her eyes wide. You offer her a closed lip smile.

“You should’ve seen it coming Win, your brother is just as insane as I am.”

[noproofread]

Your Forever

"They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need"

Happy Valentine's Day :)

Wrote this cute lil Buggy one shot for today, hope you like it🥰

Inspired by this song (still on my emo shit lol)

fluffy, established relationship, proposal, pet names, just overall cute tooth rotting fluff.

word count: 1,008

masterlist here

tag list: @fanaticsnail @dakingsu-blog @vangowithit

You walked up a small hill, following the instructions Buggy left you on the note taped to your bedroom door. You weren’t expecting anything from him, just his company was enough for you. And it wasn't like him to be romantic in any way. As you arrived at the top you saw a beautiful display of rose petals on the floor leading to a large bouquet. Buggy was standing behind the flowers. He had changed his daily makeup, using a lot more pinks and reds. Instead of the crossbones there were small hearts. “Happy Valentine’s Day” He spoke softly. You smiled as you walked over to him, caressing his cheek. You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Let’s sit here. I wanted to watch the sunset with you.” He said, taking a seat on the soft grass. You looked up for a moment, taking in the view in front of you.

The sun. Such a beautiful star in the sky, painting it of orange and red as it begins to set to allow the moon to shine against a dark sky. You took a seat next to Buggy, enjoying the view. He had let his hair down and it was flowing with the light breeze that accompanied the crashing waves. You sighed as your hand found his. You felt him hesitate a little before grabbing your hand. He turned to look at you, a shy smile tugged on his lips. The orange hue painted his face gold, emphasizing the blue green color of his eyes. He turned away, a pink blush appearing on his skin.

Buggy got up on his feet, pulling your hand up with him prompting you to follow him up. You stood on your feet, facing Buggy. “I’m not good at expressing… feelings.” He said, shivering at the word feelings. You smiled, chuckling lightly. “I’m honestly just surprised that you're here… That you’ve stayed here with me.” He continued, using his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. He was nervous, you weren't quite sure why. He traced circles on your hand with his thumb, looking down at his feet as he spoke. “I never thought that… That anyone would stay.” You reached over and grabbed a strand of his hair, twirling it in your fingers. He raised his gaze, his eyes drifting from your hand to your eyes, finally meeting yours.

You offered him a smile, seeing his blushing face. “What are you talking about, Bug?” You spoke softly, reassuring him with your smile. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “I’m not the most stable person… But you make me feel like I’m good. Like I’m okay even though I’m flashy and crazy.” You chuckled. “You’re not crazy. You're just you.” The blush on his face deepened. “Yeah well… I just. I like being with you. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like if you weren't here.” “What are you trying to say?” You began feeling nervous too. Buggy had never told you any of this. Sure, he would give you gifts. He would tell his crew to bring you snacks, drinks, food. He would compliment you, try his best to show you he cared. But he never said anything. He never planned anything. You didn't know what to expect from your beloved clown as he stood in front of you, your hand in his.

“I’m trying to say that I- I love you. Like really love you.” Your heart stopped for a moment. You knew he loved you but he never told you. You felt it. Your eyes glassed over as tears began to pool. He smiled. “...And I-” Buggy let go of your hand, reaching into the pocket of his pants as he lowered himself to the ground, knee first. You gasped, realizing what he was about to say. What he was about to ask. Your hands covering your mouth as the tears finally fell from your eyes. “Bug…” “I can't promise to be perfect but I promise to love you forever.” He pulled out a small black box and opened it.

A ring with a shiny blue stone. The sun had almost finished setting and its rays were hitting the stone, illuminating it as the sky dimmed. “Will you please stay with me? Will you marry me?” You cried, lowering down to the ground to be eye-level with him. Nodding your head you leaned in to kiss him. You kissed him desperately as if you had never kissed him before. You felt his makeup rubbing off on you. You tasted your own salty tears, unaware that Buggy had also started crying. You pulled away, panting. You looked down at the ring, it matched his hair. He grinned, his makeup was smudged and his lipstick had faded. Buggy took your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger before bringing his eyes back to you.

He laughed lightly. “You look like a fucking clown” He said, looking at his makeup smeared on your face. “So do you.” You laughed, wiping away your tears. The sun had set, the sky was dark. You lifted your hand, looking at the ring on your finger. It sparkled like the stars scattered across above. “Do you like it? I had Cabaji get it. You don't like it do you? Oh when I get my hands on Cabaji I swear will-” “I love it.” You cut him off, kissing his nose gently and grabbing his hand to reassure him. “Okay… Good. I'm glad.” He whispered, looking over at the starry night. Buggy let out a sigh, you felt his hand relax in yours. His eyes glistened, the stars reflected in them. You leaned on his shoulder, closing your eyes. You took a deep breath, feeling the wind on your skin, the sound of the waves, the warmth of his body. You opened them and looked at the ring on your finger. It looked like his eyes, his hair, his aura. You could live in this moment forever.

[vclvetfleur]

Freak Show Chapter 4

Buggy x fem!reader

Summary: After a sudden discovery of your new found attraction a lot of tension builds. While Cabaji and Vivienne find an escape plan to get the two of you out

TW: Smut, MDNI, Dom Buggy

Notes: This is about to get so fucking good. I couldn't wait to end the enemy part like i planned

Chapter 4: Circus tricks

Oh my fucking god? What is wrong with you? You try to hold your composure, taking in breaths before reappearing.

You wiggled your way out of his grasp, deciding to keep this newfound attraction hidden. You were still enemies at the end of this. This had to be some kind of cabin fever. You were going crazy. You had to be. You swung your fist towards him, clearly not fast enough as his hand caught yours. “Oops. Too slow.” He mocked, pinning your hand above your head. You tried to wiggle the other out before he gripped your other wrist too, paralyzing it near your head, parallel to your left hand.

Your breath stiffened, tugging on your wrists, trying to pull away. “Oh no, what happened? Not so scary as you try to play off, huh?” Buggy said in a hushed voice, leaning towards you, his face inches from you.

You avoided his eye contact, feeling a deep sudden shame overcome you.

Buggy moved your wrist to one of his hands, his large gloved hand gripped over both your smaller wrists as he gripped your jaw, his thumb resting on your lips and his other fingers gripped under your chin. “Look at me!” He demanded. He stared you down as if a hungry starved animal staring down a helpless deer.

You took a risk, moving your front teeth over his thumb, biting down on it. “FUCK!” He shouted, letting go of you before striking you. “Fucking psycho!” he continued to cuss under his breath, complete obscenities. e

You tried to free your hands, unable to as the grip Buggy had tightened. “No, no, no. You’re not going anywhere.” Buggy taunted. This was always like a little game with him. He knew he could kill you as soon as he wanted, but it was like a cat taunting his prey before actually going in for the kill. “Aren’t you gonna fight?” He wondered. You usually would kick and throw some punches, but you were frozen in place. “Did you actually give up? So early?” He asked, a smile creeping up on his painted face.

“I’m not giving up. I just know you have no guts. You have no knife. What could you possibly do?” You confronted. “You’re weak. You’re just a clown who does a circus trick.”

“And you’re just a whore who hides.” Buggy struck back.

You stared the other down, silence falling over one another. The silence was loud. Louder than any kind of battle you’ve ever been in.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You broke the silence as you watched his eyes soften at your gaze. You weren’t sure if it was pity or some other kind of hidden emotion he was trying to show you. Either way, there was something you didn’t trust about it.

A sudden rush came over you, your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him crash into you. His stubble rubbed against your softer skin. You felt your hands being freed and a soft yet slightly rough touch grip your cheek. It was as if it was something he always had on the back of his mind, but never had the guts to do. Buggy was always such a coward.

Even though this was a newfound feeling, you needed this as bad. As if you had been waiting for years. The longer your lips moved with each other, the sloppier it got. You gripped his arm, running your fingertips along his muscles as he kept himself hoisted up, trying not to crush you under his body. Even though he felt incredibly weak against your touch. A second broke as you were pulled away from the kiss. Buggy sat up, staring you down, wondering what his next move would be. Either apologize for his actions or completely forget this even happened.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled under his breath. “Take that shit off.” He ordered you as his arms snaked around you to undo your clothes with your help. You nodded quickly and obliged as you began to unbutton your corset, fully exposing yourself to him.

You hear him cursing under his breath, taking the sight of you before feeding into his urges once more. You moved your lips against his, wondering if any of his makeup was rubbing off of you. You moved the thought past you quickly though. His hand came up, cupping and massaging your breast. You left a whimper against his lips causing him to smirk a bit at how easy it seemed for him to make you fall into him.

“You’re such a fucking whore.” He mumbled, breaking the kiss just to mock you bringing himself right back to you. You smacked his cheek, warning him to watch what he said, but it seemed to just entertain him even more. He lowered his lips down to your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses across your jaw and neck, biting and sucking on sections of skin as he chose to. Every small bite left you letting out small gaps and hums as you tried to compose yourself well enough in front of him. “You’re so sensitive.” He whispered in your ear before kissing right under your ear. “And easy.” He continued with his double meanings. Of course, Buggy would tell jokes while trying to get you to fuck him.

“Buggy, could you please shut up before I regret this any more than I do?” You warned him. But he knew you wanted this. With a small bite across your collarbone, you fell weak against him, letting another noise escape your lips.

“What was that again? You really want me to stop?..” He teased, pulling his lips off your body, bringing his other hand to your waist, pulling you close to him. His other hand laid on top of your breast, massaging them before bringing your nipple in between his fingers. His face only an inch from yours as your breathing grew faster. “Seems like you’re really enjoying yourself… no?” He asked you.

Your bottom lip, brought between your teeth to keep yourself from revealing how much you enjoyed yourself. His hand dropped from your waist as your skirt was being pulled up by his hand. You never realized how much he could really do with his abilities. The disgusting thoughts of it flooded your mind.

“Come on… tell me. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you entertained?” He continued to annoy you. His fingers traced your thigh before finally making it to the start of your skirt. He slowly traced down your panties, moving them over to the side.

“Fuck…” You whimpered, not even being touched by him. You bucked your hips, desperate for him to actually touch you.

“Nu-uh… tell me. And I’ll reward you.” He need to completely dominant you. This was something he would hold over you forever. And you both knew it. Whatever this would be after you both were to escape, this would just be a constant reminded that he had you practically begging for him.

“Fuck- why are you so goddamn annoying?” You whined, meeting his stare as he couldn’t help but watch you. Everything he did, showed on your face how much you actually desired it.

He loved this newfound power he now could use against you. Even if it would be for a few minutes… or hours. However far you’d let him take it.

“If I'm so annoying… why do you want me to touch you so bad?” He made a point. You huffed, your lip slightly pouting at the annoyance he was putting you through right now.

“Fine… I’m entertained… is that what you wanted so bad?” You gave in. He let out a light laugh. Before bringing you into another kiss. His hand finally pressed against your core. His thumb rubbing circle against you, applying slight pressure. His pacing started slowly, speeding up until he figured out the exact speed that you needed. You gripped onto his arm tightly, allowing yourself to moan against his lips.

You felt him getting harder against his pants as he rubbed himself against you. He needed you but was focused on making you feel good before he could put any kind of energy and focus on himself.

This felt like the worst, but best decision at the moment.

“You’re fucking soaking.” Buggy hushed as he pulled his hand away for a second. His two fingers teased the outside of you before slowly sliding them in. You gasped, pulling away from him. You cursed obscenities under your breath, your head thrown back as you tried to catch your breath. “I want you so bad,” Buggy admitted. “For a while now.” You looked up at him, confusion coming over your face, wondering how long has he even felt this. This had just occurred for you, but how long has it been for him? He took notice, feeling exposed at his own doing. He assumed this was also the case for you. “Oh, don’t pretend you haven’t had thought about it too. We both could’ve killed one another long ago.”

It's true. You’ve had the chance. Sure, you couldn’t slice him or shoot him or whatever. But you’ve had chances at throwing him overboard. And there were definitely times he could’ve cut your throat open, but he never took that chance. You assumed it was for the same reason you never killed him. This was just too fun of a game you both played. This was a bit deeper for him though.

“Now, I get to do what I’ve been wanting to.” He quickened his pace, wanting the embarrassment of being vulnerable to end.

You laid back, unable to keep yourself up. You felt yourself almost hitting your limit before finally hitting your climax. You tried to catch your breath, but Buggy was too persistent on seeing you like that again. He moved himself off of you, undoing your skirt, furiously pulling it off of you, along with the panties. You were fully exposed to him.

He spent a moment watching your body, taking in details of what you looked like bare. Seeing all the marks, scars, and everything he would’ve never seen unless you laid naked in front of him like this.

His hand ran over your body, almost like touching an old piece of art, scared to completely break you.

“You enjoying the show?” You teased. He nodded, being kneeled down at your feet.

“Quiet a lot. Yes.” He admitted. He leaned forward, pushing your legs apart from each other, giving him room between your legs. He placed them above his shoulders before pulling your hips towards him. He pressed his mouth over your cunt, leaving small licks across your lips.

“fuck..” You whispered, giving Buggy more confidence. He pulled you even closer to him, your hips rising from the floor. He stared you down intensely, his licks becoming faster, taking his time to figure you out. Every whimper let him know exactly what you wanted from him. He listened to everything you let come out of your mouth. You attempted to grip onto something to trick yourself from not being too loud. You realized how stupid it was for the marine to even put you two in a room together. Their plan failed terribly.

You bucked your hips towards him, wanting him more and more. Your whimpers got louder and louder, still not coming down from the high Buggy had given you earlier. His tongue entered you, fucking you with his tongue, watching as you came apart in front of him. His tongue moved back to your clit as his fingers replaced his tongue, moving quickly into you, curving a bit at each stroke. It didn’t take long for you to finish once again. Buggy licked up the mess you left, putting you down. He leaned forward “Taste yourself.” He demanded before forcing a kiss. “You tasted so good.” He complimented. You sat up, pulling away from him before reaching over to undress him. He. Reached to stop you, pulling away soon enough. He began getting in his thoughts. He was just wondering how this was even happening. His wildest thoughts finally became reality.

You removed his stripped shirt, throwing it off to the side. You rested your hands over his chest, looking up at him. You felt like you finally had some control in this situation. He shuddered at the suddenness of your touch, watching you intensely, seeing what your next move would be. You ran your hands down his chest, to his stomach, feeling the bumps of scars he’d acquired over the years. You ended at his waistband, adjusting yourself in front of him. You didn’t pull them off just yet. Your hands wandered farther down, feeling his hard-on through his pants. You rubbed against him, feeling whatever he had going for him. His breath became stagnant, trying to keep his composure. You leaned forward, resting your chin against his body. “I feel like you really really want this. How long have you been waiting for me to touch you like this?” You asked. Your touch slowly leaving him the longer he took to answer. He took a grip of your wrist, pushing your hand back onto him. “Too long to even remember when.” He finally answered, worried your touch would disappear from him. It was a good enough answer for you to give him what he desperately wanted.

Your hands moved back to his waistband, pulling them down along with his boxers, fully exposing him to you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. Maybe even a bit intimidated. You wrapped your hands around him, slowly jerking him as you brought yourself closer. You needed him to beg for you. You wrapped your lips around the tip, slowly bringing yourself closer, moving your hands away the farther you took him into your mouth.

Buggy couldn’t take it anymore. You moved too slowly, wanting him to grovel and beg for you. He gripped a fist pull of your hair, pushing you to him as his hips thrusted into your mouth. He let out mumbles, his eyes shutting as his mouth hung slightly open. You gripped onto his thighs, attempting to pull away to catch a breath, but he took complete control once again. He moved your head on him however he wanted, without a care if you could breathe or not. His breathing got quicker and quicker, watching you with your lips around him, squirming under him once again. It’s how he preferred to see you.

You followed the pace he demanded from you, swirling your tongue around him. You attempted to keep yourself upright, but Buggy continuously threw off your balance, making you nothing other than a sex toy for him to pleasure himself with. You gagged against him as his dick hit the back of your throat continuously. You got a second to pull away from him for a gasp of air. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your mouth and chin covered with drool. “You look so much better like this.” Buggy admitted, his hand laid down your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He enjoyed seeing you so vulnerable to him. You nodded before bringing yourself back to him. You bobbed your head quickly, licking up and down his shaft the more of him you took in. He couldn’t control his whines and moans as they easily slipped out of his mouth. Not even a bit of himself tried to hide how good he felt. His hips thrusted into you, so desperate for you to fully take him in.

You shut your eyes to stay focused on him before feeling a slap come across your cheek. “Look at me.” Buggy ordered in between moans and grunts. You obliged and did what he asked.

His breathing got more unsynchronous the closer he got to finishing in your mouth. You felt him twitch under you, pulling your hair and pulling you off him. “Let me fuck you.” He began to beg for you.

You didn’t take a second to make your decision, nodding at his demands and brought his lips to yours.

His hands gripped your waist, positioning you under him once again. He broke the kiss once more. He brought your leg over his shoulder, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. He made no time for you to adjust to him, pumping himself fully into you. He thrusted into you aggressively, gripping your hips tight enough to leave a bruise later. “Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing.” He couldn’t help but admit. The reality was so much better than any of his fantasies. He brought you into him, moving your hips along with every rough thrust he made.

Profanities leaving his lips and whispers you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. You took time to adjust to his size. You couldn’t try to hide what he made you feel at the moment. It was too hard to play pretend in front of him any longer. Your high-pitched whimpers filled the room with Buggy grunts and heavy breathing. He pulled himself away, grabbing your waist once again and flipping you around. You laid there, bringing your hips up for him. He brought you up a bit higher to match his larger frame. He spent no time before fucking you again. He buried your head into the floor, his hand pushing your head down to the ground to stabilize you. And to also bring you to some kind of embarrassment.

Your body grew weaker around him, your legs unable to keep yourself up. Buggy grabbed a fist full of your hair, raising your body up against his. One hand gripping your breast as the other tugged your hair far back enough to make you kiss him. His thrusts grew faster as he was getting closer. You pulled away from the kiss Buggy brought you into, unable to keep your cries to yourself. You practically lost all sense of control, begging for him to fuck you more. You wouldn’t be surprised if anyone heard you through the walls.

You came quickly, feeling Buggy not completely be done with you yet. He grunted into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer as well. Within just a few seconds he came too, unwilling to pull out of you just yet. He breathed heavily into your ear as he tried to come down from the high. You laid against his chest, trying to regulate your breath too.

This felt like such a mistake. But you couldn’t turn back from it.

You both finally pulled away from each other, you desperately trying to clothe yourself from this experience. All be it, the best sex you’ve ever had, but something so regrettable.

You pulled your skirt back on before buttoning up your corset. You laid up against the wall, staring at him as he reluctantly pulled his pants back onto his body, leaving his shirt on the floor. He was far too hot and sweaty to fully clothe himself.

-earlier-

Vivienne had told the crew to stand by. She had a plan to get you back. The ship had nothing without its captain held in prison. She watched carefully as she watched the Marines drag you off. She just needed to find a way to get in. She had to find a disguise. She found a bar close by, it was swarmed by Marines. It couldn’t be too hard to steal a uniform off of them. The marines always tried to present themselves as strong-willed men or women, but most of them were just lonely pricks who’d do anything at a chance for a woman.

She scanned the room finding the most pathetic-looking one from the bar. It wasn’t too hard.

She scouted him out perfectly.

She made her way over to him and was immediately offered a drink. After a couple minutes of talking, she dragged him off to the bathroom. So unfortunate. He was pretty cute. She smacked him across the head, pushing him onto the floor before pulling her dagger out. “Give me your uniform or I’ll slit your throat open.” She warned him. He nodded frantically in fear before removing his clothes off, and handing them off to her. She wasn’t stupid though. She knew he’d say something. She grabbed his head, slamming it against the wall causing him to completely black out. This should spare her a few minutes before having to make a run for it. She quickly changed and made her way towards the marine base.

She spotted someone familiar. The corner of her lip curled into a smirk before sneaking around them. “Hello, sailor.” She whispered in his ear. Your whole crew learned to be light enough on their feet for no one to hear them coming up behind them.

Cabaji drew his sword out, pointing it towards her. His eyes softened and quickly lowered his sword once he realized it was her. “Don’t. fucking scare me like that. I could’ve sliced you in half.” He whispered.

“You wouldn’t dare hurt a fly.” She teased, leaning forward to press a kiss over his cheek. They had been sneaking off together for months right behind their captain's backs. They found company with one another after being stuck in battle. Cabaji didn’t have to save her that day. They both were drifting on a raft together far from battle before Cabaji brought them back to safety. His attempt at saving her resulted in a deal that she’d let him take her out at least once. She feared you’d find out, but gave in. Months have gone by and not a word has been spoken about the two’s entanglement. “Don’t be too sure of yourself my love.” Cabaji couldn’t help the dumb smile coming across his face.

“Okay shut up. There’s no time. I need to find y/n.” Vivienne cut the back-and-forth flirting short.

“I need to find Buggy, how convenient?” Cabaji chose to tag along as Vivienne began to scour the marine base.

The two of them had to be held in a cell. But which one? That was going to be tricky. They both tried room after room before finding two Marines who Vivienne immediately recognized. They were one of them 8 men who carried you and mostly Buggy off. Time to play her role. She gripped Cabaji’s arms as she tugged him to her. “Sirs- I’ve found one of Captain Buggy’s crew. Where should he be held? I’d figure nowhere near Buggy.” She played the role perfectly. They looked down at their notes before telling you a free cell. “Sir- I don’t mean to judge your judgment. But isn’t that far too close to Buggy’s cell. In that means, where exactly have they been held if you don’t mind me prodding.” She asked, looking at their documents as if she was authorized to even do so. B2047. Y/N Y/L/N and Buggy ‘the clown’. Why the hell were you both held in the same cell? “Ahh never mind. Alright. I will see you both in a bit for more paperwork to fill out.” She nodded their way before leaving. She turned to the right, taking a straight detour to your cells.

“It’s hot watching you pretend to be a Marine. Maybe you should keep the costume.” Cabaji annoyed. She found him endearing though and just giggled at the ridiculousness. Soon they were able to make it to your cells. Vivienne grabbed the keys off the wall of the office earlier. But the Marines were too stupid to even notice the keys missing. Maybe they’d soon figure it out. There was screaming coming from the cell, and Vivienne's heart began racing. “Fuck- they’re really about to kill each other the longer we wait.” Cabaji panicked with her. Buggy and you were about to kill one another. She just knew it’d be stupid to get the two of you in a room alone. She rushed over, finding the screaming going down.

She couldn’t be sure, but she assumed one of two things. Either the two of you got into one of your many fights that went too far or one of you was killed. Vivienne put the key in the lock and quickly turned it before opening the door to see the mess caused in the room.

Your eyes widened, jumping up to run over Vivienne and holding her tightly in your arms. “Oh my god! Finally! Get me the fuck away from this maniac. The stupid fuck nearly killed me several times!” You cried out. You felt guilty for lying, but hey some of it was true. She nodded, breaking the hug to look at you for scars or marks, finding a small red mark across your cheek from Buggy slapping you a few times.

“Captain, are you alright?” Cabaji asked as he leaned down to pull Buggy off the floor. He retrieved his captain's shirt, seeing a tear at the collar of it.   “I’m fucking fine. Just let’s get my shit and let’s get the fuck out.” Buggy almost had a special instinct of speaking bad things in existence. Red lights flashed as a loud blaring alarm came through all the speakers.

An announcement shouted ‘alert alert, break in, alert for two people. A Buggy pirate and a woman in a Marine uniform apart of the Venus Moons have broke in!’

The announcement repeated. Fuck.

Notes: IT FINALLY HAPPENED AHHH

[rinnierot]

Hi so my request was scare actor!Suna x fem reader who is going to a haunted house for the first time and they are only not scared for some reason when a certain scare actor starts protecting her from the other scare actors all the while wondering what reader would look like under him

SCREAM ft. suna rintarou

— cw: public sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), orgasm denial bc suna just loves you sm, established relationship with suna, couldn’t be bothered with stranger fuking, i think thats it, nothing crazy at all.

— a/n: i am deeply disappointed in how horrible this came out, i was having serious problems with the plot and this was as good as i could get it (insert sad face). also consider this a late halloween treat, couldn’t get it out on time due to personal issues. i apologize, but enjoy this short mess of a drabble? idek what id call it.

“let’s show everyone how loud you scream for just me, ok?”

suna lazily grinned at you as you stared up at him with pure lust driven eyes, nodding pathetically as he claimed you on a prop surgical table in the middle of a haunted house.

your boyfriend wasn’t one for public sex, but something about your seductive halloween costume you were wearing that night, and the way you were screaming for other scare actors that weren’t him, really got him going.

the mandatory clown paint he had to wear for his temporary scare actor gig, was slowly running off his face from the sweat that collected at the top of his forehead. making him appear so much sexier while his cock bullied your needy pussy.

his thrusts were quick but so sensual and deep, every pump making your toes curl and your breath hitch as you let out incoherent babbles and slurred curses.

you helplessly rutted yourself against his hips, nonverbally begging for more, deeper, and harder but he only slowed down. his large calloused hand resting on your hip while the other pulled himself out of your tight cunt, leaving you spasming around nothing as his hand trailed down your smooth thighs, soon to the side of him as he was now eye to eye with your pussy.

“don’t hold back m’kay? wanna hear all those pretty noises.” he smirked before leaning in closer to your heat, his lips lightly brushing over your clit before wrapping around the bud carefully.

your back arched against the cold metal as your cunt tightened, suna reached up to cup one of your tits, his free hand made its way up to your pussy as his middle finger gently slid into your hole that was practically dripping from his cock earlier.

his tounge glided over every fold, sending you into a pure euphoric state, he really was good at eating pussy. and he knows it too. you can tell by the cocky smile he shoots you when you finally scream out his name, the stimulation really sending you over the edge you wanna cum so bad, but just as you felt your stomach tighten, his tongue comes to a halt.

suna stands, not taking his eyes off of your sloppy wet pussy, glistening from his saliva. he knows how bad he wants to taste all your juices and really have you scream for him, but he just wants to save that for the bed room. when he can really make you scream.

i mean why let his co-workers enjoy your voice that much?

“that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet baby.” his intoxicating eyes travel up every part of your body to meet with your eyes pricking with tears from the sudden denial.

you were deeply confused.

“don’t cry, i promise we’ll finish this all at home. then you can be as loud as you’d like.”

maybe it was a blessing in disguise that suna stopped when he did, you both turn your heads towards the footsteps nearing the hallway you were in. assuming it’d be an actor or a customer, you weren’t sticking around to find out.

[beastabyss666]

The new Mammon and Fizz episode has been released and I wanna put my two cents in.

The palette is oooof........ One of the most "hard to watch" HB episodes. Seriously, hasn't anyone told Vivzie that her colour choices are just utterly failed?

Mammon was simply annoying and cringe, especially considering he's one of the highest "demons". He curses every few seconds, has an Australian accent and is some kind of a rock star(because......because). Oh yeah, he's also a very bad guy, cuz he disrespects women! Also I find it funny that Vivzie said in one of her tweets that she apologizes the fans wouldn't like him, as he's "fat and ugly". In reality, he's just a typical Vivziepop-ish male character, having sharp teeth and eyes without pupils. And his "fatness" is just looking like a Christmas tree with a round body.

Overdetailed backgrounds and sloppy animation, as always. Some moments look reeeeeally stiff. Maybe Vivzie starts drawing easier backgrounds and make characters with less details so the animation was better and faster to produce? Just dreaming.......

The songs are just generic tasteless pop-stuff. Gosh, I just wish they have a better composer cuz it's tiring to hear these cheap pop tunes every time. Maybe get some real rock or something with synthesizer........ I don't know.....

The background characters in this episode look much less like some early Deviantart furry OCs or cosplay freaks, which is a real plus. Take some cuties:

Hee hee goat boy

Hee hee goat girl(kinda accurate to the demonology, love it).

I really like the left amphibia girl, she's so pretty. Also yeah, bg characters really look better than in previous episodes. Almost like they were drawn by someone who actually knows their job well and doesn't make every person look like different art style or different teenager's OC.

Fizz being tired to be a clown for entertainment, having panic attacks, dealing with crazy fans and a shitty boss was honestly a good idea but the final song was just too weak to handle it. If it was done better, it would be really good.

The sigh language kid is cute and it was interesting to see a disabled person being cheered and supported by another disabled person.

Oh wow Viv made another female characters whose entire personality is being bitchy and arrogant(even to each other, though they're sisters they're calling each other whore, bitch etc.). Can't wait for the fanbase to hate these two or lust for them in the worst way possible.

Though there were actually some beautiful and......esthetic frames.

Am I the only one who never understood why Fizzarolli is considered a sex icon in this show? Like, yeah, Mammon said that he'll exploit his "clown employee" in every way possible and it's all for money, but I still don't get the whole "having tons of sex dolls based on him" thing. Who in sanity would buy a sex doll of Fizz? He looks like a stick with limbs and painted face, which is somehow considered sexy by Vivzie or her fans? Wouldn't it be more logical for a woman to be a sex icon? Lots of real women, including teen idols, were sexualized and fetishized for media by their producers and shown as beauty icons. But I just couldn't imagine the same with males. Like, I'm sorry, but to me Fizz who's a circus performer, celebrity and a sex icon is in the same category as Angel Dust who's a porn star, stripper and prostitute at the same time.

I'm very glad there wasn't much Blitzo.

It's funny that this girl looks like a better design for Loona than Loona herself, lmao.

It's actually a progress to see that Vivzie didn't fetishize a romantic relationship between two men and actually showed them as a loving couple which doesn't talk about sex and cocks every five seconds. She actually has put some unexpected effort in it.

Oh wait she didn't—