#I NEED A LOBOTOMY

[es0tericdoll]

[prouc]

Smut without story

If you managed to fuck Art (which we can all admit it would be not so probable to begin with), he would absolutely kill you after, before or in between doing it. I think this man is not a necrophiliac entirely, and actually prefers a warm cunt than a cold and dry one, but I don’t think he would be against fucking a corpse.

But if you surprisingly managed to pull this bastard between your legs, I’d say it would go this way.

—>

Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, almost as if had a mind of her own and wanted to suck his soul out of the very hole that managed to kiss your cervix each time the clown thrusted forward.

Your hands trying to maintain yourself up while grabbing the sink in front of you, your legs right now demonstrating how wobbly they were and useless to support your weight. You didn’t even remember how, when or where…

But it all happened so fast, your pussy almost releasing a damn waterfall when you saw the characteristic clown costume that made your panties wet.

You “knew” him, you couldn’t help yourself, each time you saw a photo of him in the news, you were always making sure to close your legs together as much as you could while biting your lower lip painfully hard, hand already creeping down your shorts.

You had “met” him in an alley, you were too drunk to care for your well-being, or the fact that the County Miles clown was in front of you, bag on his back and the menacing grin all his victims got to see before killed. Your fucked up brain (for liking this killer clown and being drunk) decided it was a good idea to go running towards him in a drunken stumble, almost yelling how hot he was and how wet he always made you. The clown stopped smiling, almost as if it was thinking how down bad you had to be to not fear him right now or maybe he was just confused. It didn’t matter in that moment, your core had throbbed upon seeing him and you were already pleading for him to fuck you little needy hole. You had the luck to find him in a good mood, deciding to humor you before turning your brain into mush.

So there you were, being finally fucked by the clown that twisted your panties in such a good way. The clown waved at you mockingly as he saw you look up to him, eyes glassy and hazy, lips slightly puffy from biting them constantly and black lipstick all over them in a messy sign that you had made out with the him moments earlier.

The clown laughed silently and dramatically at the sight of your face, a trail of saliva smudging the black lipstick in its way down, Art grabbed your throat, his palm on the front of your throat, forcing you to look up at him while he fucked your brains out, arching your back as far as he could. Hard, sharp and wet slaps decorating your moans and gasps in the tiny restroom of the gas station you guys were in.

It was a specific throb of your pussy that made the ever dramatic and playful clown drop his act immediately, as if someone had punched him in the gut with pleasure with the way your pussy uncontrollably clenched around his cock.

His expressions turned into a hard glare that sent a shiver down your spine, now uncomfortably bent by the way he was grabbing you. You would have thought he was mad if it wasn’t for the way his eyes softened just a little hint, not of “adoration” but of pleasure, you saw him clench his jaw as he looked down into your eyes, he was absolutely fucking you until you cried.

—>

You couldn’t breathe, your legs had went numb minutes ago, he was the only one making sure you didn’t buckle and fell to the floor. The repetition of the harsh slaps of his balls against your puffy clit made your clench your eyes shut, droll falling to the floor as he continued pounding into you, his face harsh, serious and just focused on your face and expressions. You had came just by his thrusts at least four times and you couldn’t speak, breath or even think coherently at this point, and yet this fucking clown hadn’t came once, as if he was purposely just edging himself again and again, as if he didn’t want this to stop.

He had you in his arms, legs wrapped around his hips as your head rested on the crook of his neck, arms limps around his neck as he never stopped pounding into you. You were absolutely subbing at this point, not knowing if it was from pleasure or how sensitive you had become. He grabbed the back of your head as your back touched the damp and dirty wall of the restroom, his other hand grabbing your ass so you wouldn’t fall down.

He surely wasn’t normal, or human to that matter, you had taken notice of this in the bad way, he was restless and had inhumane force by the way he had manhandled you, his slender figure doing no justice to how fucking strong he was.

After a few stuttering snaps of his hips, he rested the head of his cock deep inside of you, almost tenderly letting it kiss the entrance of your cervix, white long streaks of cum coating your walls as you shivered in his arms, eyes not being able to open anymore, your body not responding.

—>

He looked at your limp figure resting against the wall, sat up in the floor while breathing heavily and shakily. You were tired? How cute, but now he was going to take his prize for humoring your cunt. He booped your nose, cooing mockingly at your figure before dressing himself up again, not even tired. His hands grabbed the axe of his ever present bag, slinging it over his shoulder before plunging it into your tired cockdrunk skull.

Thanking you silently for the fun.

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Disclaimer: I’m not a good writer, I’m sorry if it’s bad, English is really not my first language 😭

I’m just a Spanish girl obsessed by Art the Clown…🫶🏻

Literally the song I was listening to when writing this —>

[cryptim]

Theres something about Jayce being Classical Prometheus. Wanting The fire for the people, being a titan himself while the people in power still want to use it for their own benefit, ignoring mortals; eventually paying the price.

and Viktor being, well Modern Prometheus aka Frankenstein, defying life, playing god, creating a monster, being the monster himself. Being one with the divine, The flesh and the mechanical.

They are the Same retelling in diferent fonts, They are soul bounded, they are a mirror for each other, and they are gay af doing so.

[bunnydollstuff]

Me before & after school every day my whole life

[thepeoplesevilhag]

“go outside it’ll make you feel better” bitch I don’t need to touch grass I need to be put down

[celibatedreamer]

[whirriscool]

im slowly losing it

[onceifixmehesgonnamissme]

[bookofspiders]

i was made to be the sweetest girl ever. it’s on you if i turn evil

[sofiisx]

Me fr

[es0tericdoll]

could never be nonchalant ( I feel everything so much that it hurts )

[loliiir2]

Seeing him with normal teeth is the actual horror.

HE LOOKS SO FUCKING CUTE, WHAT?!??!!?

He is just a little silly sometimes, but he can’t help it, look how cute he is! Awwww

[dumptruckofanass]

ALSO OH MY GOD. GERTRUDE CALLS HIM GERRY. NOT GERARD LIKE IN TMA. NOT LIKE MARY.

SHE CALLS HIM GERRY. AND HIS FRIENDS PROBABLY DO TOO.

[luxlisbonsthings]

me because i will never live that new york nepo baby lifestyle

[angelsyrip]

obito: you said i'd see rin again madara: no, i said rinnegan obito:

[trainsandpaper]

i should set myself on fire (too much of a coward)