"I need to test if my lipstick is kiss-proof on you!"
The Freak Circus boys' reaction to you trying out which lipstick is waterproof by covering their faces with lipstick! Just you doing that one trend, you know... This one?
(this is so cute, I don't know if anyone already did this, but I just had to do it!)
GN!Reader, romantic relationship
Neck ruff is the collar that's around Pierrot's neck!
TW: Lots of kisses! I apologize if I mischaracterized any of the characters! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.
You came up to him and asked him if "you can test which lipstick of yours is kiss-proof."
His immediate reaction was... Honestly one of confusion. He tilted his head to the side, blinked at you slowly... Taking in your words.
He really doesn't understand what you mean by that request, but he loves you too much to deny. So he nodded. The bells on his clown hat giving a little jingle, as he gives you a warm smile.
"Of course, my love. Whatever it is you need."
Little did he know he'd end up sitting on the couch, dizzy, with kiss marks covering his face, hands, and even his neck. His clothes ended up either rumpled, or tossed away.
You reach over to the table before you, grabbing another new shade of lipstick. This one is the color of orange. A pretty shade that you faintly remember buying a month ago, because it reminded you of Pierrot.
You adjusted the pocket mirror so you could properly see yourself. Applying the lipstick on your lips, you glance at Pierrot next to you briefly.
He's slumped on the couch, his face red. Not just from the onslaught of your kisses, but also from his own blush that's coloring his cheeks. His hair is a mess, his neck ruff nowhere to be found, his eyes are dilated... Like a cat's eyes. Or a happy dog who got the attention of his favorite person.
The sight makes you laugh. But you hold it together. Can't laugh here... You still need to say that one line.
"Hm... We still haven't found one lipstick that's kiss-proof!" You sighed dramatically, just to dramatize the whole moment even further. "You must be getting awfully bored of this experiment."
The moment those words left your lips, Pierrot seemed to come to his senses a little bit. He gave you an expression that looked almost like he was offended.
"No!" Pierrot almost desperately shook his hand, taking your wrist and pulling you closer to him with one gentle tug. He grinned widely, a trickle of drool making its way down his chin. "Do it again... More. Please." Pierrot almost begged when he spoke those words, his voice rough from unuse.
Pierrot's hand slid from your wrist to your waist. Pulling you over to seat you on his lap. His yellow eyes turned into that familiar heart-shape that you're so used to seeing. "I like it. I... I'm your canvas! P-Please..."
He took your hand, kissing your wrist gently, all while maintaining eye contact with you. "...Do it again, darling..."
He pointed at his face with his other free hand, batting his eyes at you. But his grin remained on his face. How could you resist him?
With a soft, amused sigh, you smiled up at him and gave him a nod. You didn't respond to his begging with words, you just leaned in and gave him another kiss. Leaving behind an orange lipstick mark.
Pierrot is absolutely putty in your hands. He loves the feeling of your lips on his face...
He might cheekily kiss you back after you're finished.
Then he'd gently take you in his hands, cradling you and holding you bridal style... Before heading towards your bedroom.
Look at what you've done. You got him all excited! Unless... That's exactly what you've wanted?
His first reaction to your request was an interest lift of his eyebrow. He's not entirely sure what you mean by that... But he's intrigued.
He's usually the dirty-minded one, but when you first asked to "try out which lipstick is kiss-proof"... His first instinct surprisingly wasn't that you're going to kiss the daylights out of him.
"Oh~? What's this now? Hm... Kiss-proof lipstick, huh?"
It just wouldn't be Harlequin if he wouldn't tease you about your request. Yet the way you seemed determined made him pause.
Of course he said yes to you! You're his lover at the end of the day... (One he secretly believes he totally doesn't deserve).
He freezes the moment you give him the first kiss. Genuine surprise coloring his face for a minute there... Before he regains his composure, and grins.
It's been what... Hours? Since the first kiss. And now... Harlequin stopped counting. He watched you from the corner of his eye. His pupils slitted like that of a snake. His face was... Red. Though he blamed it on the temperature.
Dammit, he was the one who was supposed to be teasing you! And yet here you are. Sitting between his legs, peppering his face with kisses.
You never actually expected him to turn this... Quiet. You're not really used to Harlequin acting like this with you. Usually he's oozing confidence. He'd normally be teasing the hell out of you by now. Probably having his long tongue in your throat already.
But he was... Quiet. It almost unsettled you. This reaction of his wasn't something you accounted for. Nevertheless, you continued with this harmless prank. About to paint your lips with another layer of lipstick... This one was green. You choose that one on purpose.
It's a shame that you didn't get far with Harlequin. Before you could apply the lipstick, pursuing your lips already, Harlequin's hand grasped your wrist. He leaned in, his signature grin making its way on his face.
"So this is what you meant, butterfly." He mused, amused dripping from his tongue. But his voice was softer. Almost breathless from the attack of your kisses. He couldn't help but trace your lips with his fingers. Gently tilting your chin up to face him properly.
"You know..." He started, letting the sentence hang in the air for a moment. You could tell what was on his mind just from the sound of his voice. "I wouldn't mind if you decide to greet me like this everyday..."
Harlequin's gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. Staring at them intently. He grinned mischievously, licking his lips. "Your lips are already swollen." He paused, making direct eye contact with you. He shifted his position to lean closer to you, whispering directly in your ear. "Let's settle this... In bed."
"Harley—" You couldn't even finish your sentence before you got yanked up by him. Tossing you over his shoulder like you were just a couple of grapes. "Fuck. Don't call me that now... You're really asking for it, aren't you?"
He pivoted over to your bedroom. Not stopping even once in his stride, despite whatever you might tell him. Who cares if you still need to clean up the lipsticks? That can wait.
Safe to say... You were in for a night.
Since you covered his face in lipstick, he'll make sure to cover you in bites!
He just loves to bite you.
Jester doesn't usually engage himself with these silly things. He has a circus to run and two grown men to look after (*cough* Harlequin and Pierrot *cough*)
But... When he saw the downright mischievous look on your face, he couldn't help himself and feed his curiosity.
Lipstick is usually used by humans to raise their appeal, right? Truth be told, he doesn't understand why you even need that thing, he thinks you're gorgeous already... But he won't stop you.
Besides... He's interested in what you have in mind when you say you need to test if it's "kiss-proof".
So he decided to humor you.
"Hm... Alright, darling. Do what you must."
He came to regret those words later...
Matte, satin, cream, sheer, glossy, liquid... Jester started losing track of how many types of lipstick you tried on him already. You were very... Excited. He could see that plastered all over your face.
Jester's face was covered in so many lipstick marks that he couldn't keep up. His face didn't show it much... But his breathing was labored.
"Awww... This one isn't kiss-proof either... Oh well! Let's keep trying!" You little tease. Jester could see right through your 'sorry' act. He was something of an actor himself, of course he could see through your lies.
He'd be lying if he said the thought of hypnotizing you to stop this didn't cross his mind... But did he actually do it?
...Of course he didn't. Perhaps he was enjoying this too. He just didn't let it be known.
"Ah yes. What a tragedy." Jester responded to your dramatic exclaimation with a sarcasm of his own. His sharp grin slowly stretched on his face, as he leaned back on the couch. Jester looked at the table where the many lipsticks are placed.
A thought crossed his mind... A thought that was too tempting to let go. His grin sharpened, as he chuckled, and grabbed one of your lipsticks.
A surprised expression passed on your face, as you looked at him in confusion. What was he doing? Nothing good usually happened when he had that look on his face.
"You can't possibly test all of these on your own, pet." Jester deliberately made sure to tease you, as he opened the satin lipstick that had a purple shade. Jester picked that one out seemingly for its color. "Allow me to... Help you out."
"Jester? What are you—" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was on you, the lipstick on his lips. He pinned you on the couch, holding your wrists above your head, as he began kissing your lips directly.
Jester decided that he should return your favor, and kiss you back. Except... His bottled up excitement affected his kisses so much that he ended up not only covering your face with the lipstick... But also your body.
He undressed you slowly as he kissed down your body, making sure to enjoy you as much as he could.
You're lucky that he was on his break that time... Or else he'd leave you wet and weeping for him.
Though... It's not like he wouldn't give you what you want after his show.
Hopefully you learned your lesson; Jester likes your kisses way too much than he lets on.
Bill is a very busy man. Everybody knows that. He spends most of his time either obsessively cleaning the circus, or standing by the ticket stand.
...But he always makes time for you.
The moment you ask him that question, he almost thinks he misheard. Kiss-proof lipstick?? That sounded like nonsense to him.
He can't let himself get persuaded to engage in something so childish— .... His eyes drifted down to your lips, and he found his curiosity peaked.
He doesn't fully know what you mean by your request... But he does have an idea. He's seen some people on the circus grounds doing this one trend. Perhaps you're gonna do the same?
...Shit, if that's the case then he's down! Uh... He means- ahem. Sure. As long as it's... Appropriate. (He's way too proper for this).
"Oh? You want what now? ...I suppose I'll allow it."
The way he speaks made you almost think he's onto you, but he really wasn't. Because he had a small idea doesn't mean that he truly knows what you're planning.
Ticket Taker, Bill, was sitting on the couch. His mask is nowhere to be seen... Mostly because you tossed it across the room the moment he sat down. His back straight as a ruler... But his entirely composure and gentlemanly behavior cracked the moment your first landed on his cheek. Now he leaned back like melted butter.
Only you get to see him like that... And he'd like to keep it that way.
Bill watches you carefully, as you apply a new shade of lipstick on your lips. He tried to keep his thoughts pure... Really tried. But you were making it into a challenge for him and his sanity.
"What a bummer!" You exclaimed dramatically, placing your hands over your cheeks, as you pouted. Playing the whole thing up way more dramatically than it needed to be. "There's no kiss-proof lipstick! Well, looks like we're gonna have to keep searching!"
Bill rarely smiled, despite his mask wearing a smile. But he really couldn't help the way his lips curled up into an amused smile when you spoke those words. You were so silly... He liked that about you.
You expected to fluster him, make him speechless. Maybe a little needy... But you didn't expect him to point at one of the lipstick tubes. "Try this one. The color matches your eyes."
Bill doesn't get moments like this often. Moments where he can just relax next to his beloved... So he's taking full advantage of that now. He was genuinely engaging with your plan.
He seemed to notice your surprise, which was evident when he chuckled and shook his head. "Is something the matter?"
"You're... Not flustered? Even a little bit?" You blinked at him, but you still reached for the lipstick he was pointing at. Soft blush rising on your cheeks.
Bill shook his head, and gently lifted you up by your waist, sitting you down on his knee. "Not at all. Please... Continue search for- uh... The 'kiss-proof' lipstick."
You knew that he was onto you when you saw his grin. But still... Your fun wasn't ruined, it was reciprocated. Which made your smile widen in sheer glee.
The next hour was spent with you kissing Bill all over his face with various different shades of lipstick.
He might've lost himself in you for a moment... But he didn't regret a single moment with you.
He picked the right human as his mate.
Bill wasn't as freaky as the others, but if you ask really nicely... He will take you to the bedroom.
You want to try what now with him??
He didn't fully understand your request... And being the nerd genius that he is, he immediately began making up theories of what you could possibly plan.
Kiss-proof... Sounded like waterproof. Waterproof is a term used for things that can withstand water. So... Going by that logic— ...oh. Oh.
You got The Doctor flustered for a single moment, only from being caught off guard. Of course, nothing slips past the doctor.
But... The thought of you trying to figure out what lipstick is kiss-proof... He suddenly took it way too seriously.
"Sweetie, you should've said so earlier."
You think he'll let you do what you please for a moment... But no. He didn't. He grabbed your hand, gently, and started taking you towards his tent without even asking you any more questions.
Well... By the looks of it, you were busted.
You've been sitting in The Doctor's chair for a while now. Staring up at the huge bird man, as he held up one of your lipsticks. You should've known that he'd take this thing seriously... Great.
"Are you aware that kissing requires the engagement of exactly one hundred and forty-six muscles?" You usually liked listening to The Doctor's fun facts about the human body... But this isn't really what you envisioned.
You sighed, and shook your head. "That's... Fascinating, Doctor. But I was hoping—"
"So let's put that to the test, shall we?" The suddenness of The Doctor's next words made you pause. Your eyes widened as you looked up into his eyes. That plague mask of his is still in place, as his huge hand gently grabs your face. Tilting it up.
You can't properly see it for a moment, but The Doctor smiles widely behind his mask. Unclasping the red lipstick, and gently applying it on your lips. "I admire your creativity, [Name]... But I must interject."
He hesitated for a fraction of a moment, before taking off his mask. The shadows were so convenient that you couldn't even see his face right now. How cruel.
You only remember your doctor leaning in closer to you, before kissing you. Directly on the lips. Your eyes fluttered close as he got really into it. Gently biting down on your lower lip. You moaned into the kiss... But before anyone could go further, he leaned away. Placing his hand on your thigh, he grinned, and grabbed another shade of lipstick from the table with his other free hand.
"This one didn't hold up. Let's try again."
You weren't the one giving The Doctor kisses... He was the one who initiated them. Over and over again.
Your lips were very kissable... And he liked the excuse of figuring out which lipstick is kiss-proof.
Except he couldn't really care less what lipstick was kiss-proof. He just wanted to keep kissing you. He knows he probably didn't need that excuse... But eh. A win is a win.
