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creeped · 1 year

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You and Art the Clown getting married

— REQUESTED: @jokersgrf — PAIRING: GN!reader + Art the Clown — WARNINGS: blood, implied murder, and well, Art is a serial killer clown so. — A/N: Thanks for this request! I had a lot of fun coming up with these. Enjoy, reblog, and leave me some requests if you liked it!

OF COURSE, Art's proposal is a spectacle. Art waits for you to finish the scavenger hunt — yes, there are riddles involved — to meet you at the end, dressed in his usual garments, but now, he is brandishing a big bowtie around his neck. Formal. His grin says it all. Art holds out the box in his hands, with the bottom soaked with blood that stings your nostrils. You open it to find a heart. A human heart. You smile politely although you are retching a little on the inside. A card rests on the bloody organ. “I got you this as a gift / Now you have my heart / Can I have yours too, Y/N? / I love you, Art.” You don’t notice, but Art has dropped to one knee and holds out a ring. “Of course I’ll marry you!” You exclaim, yanking him up to kiss him. “I love you too, Art.”

AS EXPECTED, Art insists on going to help pick out what you’ll wear on the big day. As you’re focusing on picking out articles to try on, there is suddenly some excited honking from that familiar bicycle horn. You look toward the sound, a little afraid of what you might see. Art has come out of the dressing room wearing the frilliest, laciest, most extravagant wedding dress you’ve ever seen over his usual clothing. After a few poses and an exaggerated curtsy from the clown, your stomach is already hurting from laughing. “You’re beautiful, Art!” You tell him, holding up your hand to cover your mouth and try to control your laughter. He fakes shyness by hiding his eyes, and then he blows you a kiss before disappearing to get changed.

YOU BOTH CHOOSE to put Emily, the Little Pale Girl, in your wedding party. You are both too scared of what will happen if you don’t.

ON THE BIG DAY, your vows about “‘til death do us part,” but Art wanted to add a little something extra. When it comes the time to read his vows, he does a somersault for you before he whispers those vows to the priest — or possibly a threat — who looks frightened but announces the two of you are married. You dance down the aisle together as you leave, balloons falling from the ceiling.

FOR YOUR HONEYMOON, you two newlyweds go to a Caribbean resort. He insists on paying every time you order fruity drinks at the pool, and when he goes up to the bar with his trash bag in arm, you can’t bear to tell him that the resort is all-inclusive. Everything’s already paid for. As he pulls out coin after coin, you laugh. And you’re glad you’ll be laughing for the rest of the life you have together, however long — or short — that may be. You hope the two of you live happily together for a long, long time — 'til death do you part.

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normanbateswife · 1 year

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bloody shower

art the clown x fem!reader

warnings: art being art, nakedness but nothing sexual, blood.

The snow was beginning to pile up outside. You looked outside your back door, through the foggy window. It hadn’t been forecasted and you hadn’t prepared for the ice starting to cover the roads, nor the inches that were beginning to pile up outside your home. You might’ve prepared not to go to work the next day or at the very least, run to the store to get essentials. You could never be sure how long you would have to stay in when it snowed suddenly like this. Would you be confined for a couple of hours or a couple of days?

The silence of the snow brought an eeriness. You looked back at your front door and couldn’t help but wonder where Art was tonight. You hadn’t seen him in nearly a week; the longest he had been away since October. Once things started to get colder you saw him less and less and then nearly not at all in the Summer months. You weren’t sure where he went. You weren’t even sure he had a great sense of time. Maybe just the weather.

You turned off your back porch light and contemplated leaving some food outside, as though Art was some sort of stray cat who would come and eat. Did he even need to eat? He never answered the pressing questions when he came by. Only the ridiculous ones.

Never, how do you get the stains out of your suit?

Instead, this is how he takes the suit off!

Never, are you a human who needs to eat?

Instead, he can make mashed potatoes!

Never once, are you a human at all?

Instead, you’re a fragile human and he can protect you! No more questions!

At some point in your messy relationship, you had gotten used to the fact you never got answers. You likely would never understand the way that he was and was all together fine with that. It came with the weird relationship you had with a serial killer clown who never speaks.

You started to turn off your lights, feeling the sleep drift into your eyes. The downstairs of your home was immersed in darkness. Just as you stepped a foot onto the first stair going up there was an aggressive knock on your front door.

You slowly removed your foot and carefully walked to the door. When you peaked through the peephole you could see the wide familiar eyes staring directly back. You jumped, not expecting for him to be so close to the front door. You unlocked it and quickly swung it open.

Art stood there, snow piled onto his head and shoulders. He had a particularly annoyed look on his face. He wasn’t shivering but you figured it had something to do with the cold. He had his trash bag over his shoulder, fingers as white as the snow piling up outside.

Dried blood littered his clothing but nothing fresh red stuck out. Clearly there had been no bloodshed tonight.

You moved aside.

“Cold out there isn’t it?” you hummed. He pushed past you into the home. He dropped his bag at the side of the door and shut the door with an annoyed umph. He kept walking, essentially ignoring your presence. You rolled your eyes, locking the door behind you. You rubbed your eyes and mindlessly followed Art.

He was unpredictable. Sometimes he came to devour half the kitchen. Sometimes he wanted a hug. Sometimes he wanted to threaten you with a knife then laugh at the fear in your eyes. You were too tired to direct him anywhere and it was too cold to kick him out.

What was that saying people had for their pets?

If you’re cold, they’re cold.

Art was in your kitchen now, rummaging through the cupboards. He tossed things onto the counter, shaking them, turning them upside down and discarding them. Finally he found what he was looking for. The box of lucky charms you had unopened. All the marshmallows still inside, not picked through. He ripped open the top of the box and let out a bloody smile as he reached a hand in, taking a whole fistful.

“You’re helping me clean that,” you said, pointing to the counter. “In the morning.”

He rolled his eyes, giving you a flick of his hand that said oh well.

“I’m going to bed, Art,” you muttered. He gave an exaggerated pout, a deep frown. His eyebrows furrowed. He shook his head, gesturing with his hand that you should remain put. “Art I’m exhausted. I might have to drive into work tomorrow and-” He cut you off without saying anything, eyes going wide as he jerked his head back. He shook his head more aggressively now.

He put up one finger, as if to say first off.

You loved playing this silly charades game with Art. You were beginning to understand him more.

Art gestured to himself and then to the house.

“I know you just got here. But I’m tired and my schedule doesn’t revolve around you randomly showing up,” you argued. He tilted his head down, wagging his finger at you. He isn’t tired yet. He made a big show of wiping the snow off his shoulders, letting it fall in chunks onto your floor. You pursed your lips. “You’re cold.”

He nodded.

“I have a shower you know,” you suggested. He raised an eyebrow. You laughed gently under your breath and nodded to the stairs. “C’mon you monster.” He put down the cereal box without care and followed behind you. You opened up the bathroom door and turned on the shower head. You would run a bath if you didn’t think he would murky up the water immediately.

He hoisted himself up onto the counter, kicking himself back and forth, his feet hitting the cupboards aggressively. You put your hand under the running water and gestured for him.

“It’s warm now. You know how to turn it up higher?” He nodded quickly and kicked himself off again. He put his hand under the water, soaking his gloves in the process. He put up his thumb and gestured for it to go higher. You rolled your eyes, turning it up a notch higher. The water started to steam off his hand and his bloody smile returned.

“Can I go to bed now?” you asked. He pouted once more, a face you were familiar with seeing. You tilted your head down, reading his eyes. He stepped away, hand dripping with hot water. He gestured to the shower then to you then to him then back to the shower. You scoffed. “That’s boiling hot Art. I’ll die.” He let out a deep, soundless sigh then turned the water down a notch.

You smiled weakly and crossed your arms. He waited patiently, far too patient for him. You had to admit, the idea seemed nice. It was cold outside. A warm shower before bed never made you any more awake.

“Okay.” He clapped aggressively. “But no funny business!”

He nodded quickly, though the mischievous look in his eyes never ever left him. He eagerly started to rid himself of his suit. You saw him without it often, simply because he had nothing else to wear. You had to wash it and he would wake around naked with no qualms. You were used to him.

You walked carefully into the shower and he followed, facing the water for a moment. His makeup never seemed to wash off, which always amazed you. You had never seen it smudge and you had never seen him reapply it.

He made a face at the water and started to spit it out like a waterfall. You scoffed, laughing gently. How did you get here? Why were you not appalled?

You like the warm water cover your tired body and splash off of Art with a small smile. He started to get your hair wet then made a big show of washing his own head, sans the hair. Your giggles were growing sleepy but he enjoyed them nonetheless. Steam came from his skin as he started to warm up from the freezing temperatures outside.

You had a feeling that if it were up to Art, he would stay here until the water got cold. He closed his eyes in exaggerated content as you started to prune up. The dried dirt and blood had washed off him.

“Art, I’m going to sleep,” you whispered. He did the familiar pout. “No arguing this time. I’ve gotta.” He didn’t fight. You stepped out of the shower, allowing him to stay in. You figured you would see him at some point when he had enough of the water. Your bathroom might overfill but it was a problem for tomorrow. You dried your hair with a towel then tossed on some pajamas. Before leaving to shower you peaked your head back into the shower. Art smiled back at you.

“Goodnight,” you whispered. He pointed to his lips and hit it a few times. You gave him one more weak smile and leaned over, kissing him. He was always sloppy but loving. When you pulled away his eyes remained shut. You made the murder clown happy. You could survive another night.

He came to bed an hour later, still naked and sopping wet but clean which is all that you could ask of him.

#art the clown x reader #art the clown x female!reader #art the clown imagines

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 years

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October 14: breeding

Art the clown x fem!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it peeps), sex with a clown (not my thing but hey, I get some people are down go clown), unrealistic dick (he is a demonic clown?) Fear play, reader is morally grey and is into Art

As an apology for not being able to post this in time, day fourteen and fifteen will be longer than what I've been writing.

The situation you were currently in for the past 24 hours was probably hands down the most fucked up situation you've ever been through in your life. It started out with you attending a Halloween party with your friends even though you didn't feel like going.

Oh how you wished that you would've stayed home instead of going to that damn party. Your friends have been long dead, you knew it too well. The amount of screaming and blood throughout the house was a given.

In the deepest pits of your mind, a dark side of you didn't feel any sympathy towards your friends. They were the ones who decided to fuck around and harass the creepy clown that was staring at you. Although the clowns mannerisms were rather unsettling for you, you couldn't help but to feel the attraction towards him.

The once new and beautiful angel costume you wore became bloodied and tattered- covered with the occasional dried up mud and grass stains. You were hiding inside the master bedroom, inside the walk in closet.

You felt your heart beat out of your chest as you heard the door opened, shit. You swore you locked the door before hiding as you hear quiet footsteps lightly echoed. It was a few minutes before it went quiet, too quiet for your liking.

Just before you were about to leave the closet, you suddenly feel a hand grabbed your waist before the familiar honk of his horn, causing you to jump. The closet door flew open, Art walking you out of the closet.

"What do you want from me? I apologized for my friends earlier..."

Your eyes were doe like, looking at his dark ones. His eyes took in your body with a smirk, sending a wave of arousal down to your core. 'This is not the time for me to be aroused.' You scolded yourself as he moves his free hand to the side of your face.

It wasn't a harsh touch like you expected, it was almost caring as he let's go of your waist, pulling out a black rose from his hat before putting it back on. He handed the rose to you, causing you to blush slightly.

"For me? Thank you.. I'm still confused about why keep me?"

You gently held on to the rose, smelling it with a soft smile. If it wasn't for the fact that he just killed all your friends, the gesture would've made you blush.

The clown starts making mime like gestures. Him moving his hand over his stomach, moving his hand as if he has a pregnant stomach. Then, he moved the hand to his chest in the position of him rocking a baby. The whole thing made you blush more and feel even more aroused at your situation.

"So you want me to be pregnant with your children? You want to fuck a baby in me?"

You didn't realize that you said the last part lustfully until you see him smile wider, giving a thumbs up in response to your questions. Your body suddenly feels warm as he starts roughly ripping the costume off your body.

Leaving you in only your sheer white bra, art undoes his pants before pushing you on the bed. The first thing you noticed was that his pale cock was a lot bigger with thick blueish veins. You sucked in a breath while watching him slowly move over top of you.

Before you were able to prepare yourself, Art suddenly thrusted into you. Your hands grabbed onto the back of his shirt as you leaned up to kiss him. The two of you kissed, smearing his face paint on your face.

His thrusts speed up slightly, causing your legs to wrap around his waist. You gently pulled away from the kiss, you pull him closer to you as you see his mouth parted. Muting out his moans, art leaned his head closer to yours as you panted softly.

"Keep hitting that spot"

You whined out as he thrusted harshly. Arts hands moved frome your hips towards your torso to the meaty flesh of your breasts. You saw art suddenly made a pleasure face, filling your walls with cum.

Art slowed down, his fingers harshly played with your nipples as you groaned out. After a few minutes of slow thrusts, you thought he was finished, art looks at you with a smirk before increasing his pace once again.

#queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #slashers imagines #queendees kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022: day fourteen #art the clown imagines #art the clown imagine #art the clown x reader #female reader #tw breeding kink #tw clowns #tw murderous demon clown sex/ breeding kink #dees grapefruit juice

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humans-are-tasty · 5 months

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#sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #cross guild #my art #one piece #crochawk #dump of dumb stuff #i was looking at the old patrick bateman mihawk and ended up drawing axe wielding mihawk again #idk why #im just anxiety coping drawing #i wasnt going to post this but i forgot i scheduled it... omg #anyway im trying to be more free with drawing now and not caring so much #more like how i drew 2-3 yrs ago #if its weird and ugly then its weird and ugly #i also want to draw blackbeard but hes so hard to draw this way. still trying to figure it out #also please imagine crocodile standing with axehawk. i desperately wanted to draw crocodile with him but didnt #theyre axe murdering couple in crime #i took the last ones outfit from the shining #i try to draw lineart directly without a rough sketch stage. its sort of meditative #i'm gonna axe you one last time...

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notemaker · 29 days

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In which Lucifer starts getting comfortable, forgets social boundaries, and Alastor kind of does so too. Nifty takes 1 interaction and makes it a whole plot.

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cherubfae · 2 months

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how they cuddle || slashers x reader

With Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Billy and Stu, Art the Clown, Vincent, Bo, Lester, Sal Fisher, & Thomas Sawyer

tags: AFAB reader (not specified), cuddling, affection, rz!Mikey, art is his own warning lmao, terrifier 2 spoilers, little spoon!slashers, nightmares (Sal), comfort, poly!Ghostface, I low-key rant about art in Vin's lmao

Michael

Exhaustion isn't something he's used to feeling so heavily in his bones. He feels the heavy weight rippling across his broad shoulders and spiraling down his spine in white hot pain. He's not a tame being, but he is a bit more docile in the months before and after Halloween. His knife doesn't thirst for blood quite as much as on the 31st.

Seeing you in your bed is a welcomed sight. Michael doesn't say much more than the soft grunt of acknowledgement as he sheds his coveralls from his dirt-caked skin. He has a lovely warm bath that loosens all the tight muscles of his lower back. You'll have his head later for leaving a ring of grime in the tub; Mikey doesn't care about that right now.

The fresh sheets are so comfortable, accepting them fully as Michael tucks his face into your side. His recently cut hair is still long enough to form a fringe curtain over his grey eyes.

Jason

Softly leans his chin to your shoulder. Depending on how far along you two are into your relationship, Jason might feel comfortable enough to have his mask removed. He's aware the material probably doesn't feel too pleasant being pressed to the side of your face or lightly digging into your skin.

His arms wind around your waist, happily sighing as he leans himself against you. Jason also doesn't mind if you switch things up and hold him in return, stroking the top of his head softly.

Brahms

If there's a way where he can wind his body around yours, Brahms will find it. He definitely likes keeping you away from all of the noise of the world, and while he's not mega happy about it, he knows you need trips into town sometimes. He likes seeing what kind of food items you bring back because the meals you make are simply delicious!

After dinner and bathing, Brahms snuggles beside you, clinging to you like you've been gone for ages. The chill of his porcelain biting into your skin as he happily huffs behind it. He's so glad to have you. <3

Billy and Stu

The pair are constantly together, if not with you, then they're almost always flanking each other's sides. The other is often not far from the first. Adding you into their duo to form a trio didn't change much of their dynamic. Instead of the two boys slinking around, they've got you as their third and final confidant.

Billy isn't the most touchy-feely person-- that's what he likes to claim. He doesn't really know how to ask for the things that he wants. He's different to Stu in the way that he's silent when you press your hand to the brunette's cheek, smiling as his eyelids flutter closed. Subconsciously leaning into your touch, chasing the feeling when you pull away.

Stu likes to be what he calls the mega spoon. It's him behind you, snuggled at your back, and with Billy pressed close to your chest still too proud to say that he enjoys being taken care of as the little spoon. You three make a nice, lovely three-person sandwich. Even when lying down, you're in the center with the boys wrapped around you like snakes. There is no them without you; you are their missing piece.

Art

This man is mostly, if not always, within your personal space. 'It's not yours, it's ours'. Art is rarely a being ever to break character or change out of his damned costume, and his hygiene is quite questionable sometimes; though he does in fact bathe and wash his suit. Just not often.

He's a man of very few words, especially when he's deep into his clown character and doing what he does best. Being immortal has its advantages, but his fight with Sienna really put him through the ringer. Art was decapitated! What a riot.

With his strength slowly returning to him, Art is always almost underfoot. In your bubble, seeing what you're doing. Snuggling up to you in a rare moment where his costume is off, leaning his head into your chest with an exhausted expression. It seemed that Pale Girl was allowing him some respite with you for a bit.

Vincent

He is a busy man, constantly sculpting and creating. His sketchbooks are filled to the absolute brim of beautiful works of art in all sorts of mediums: charcoal, graphite, watercolor, and ink. You're his muse, his favorite subject of which his art circulates. There's something so breathtaking about you, minute details that only an artist can see within people. An eternal, everlasting beauty.

Vincent is quick to jot down the rough outline of your sleeping form resting against Jonesy. He's smiling behind the wax mask, skilled fingers shading the crease of your eyelids then moving to sketch the curve of your Cupid's bow. When he felt it was finished enough for now, Vincent sets his book aside in favor of crawling into bed beside you.

His broad frame dwarfs yours as he curls his body around yours, his large hands slide beneath your sweater pressing across your tummy. Vincent really adores you, you know?

Bo

Not much of a cuddler, but if you get especially pouty about it Bo will roll his eyes and tug you to him. He can be a major asshole but he doesn't like seeing his baby upset.

He tucks you beneath his strong arm, his mechanic's hat resting on top of the back of the sofa. Waiting for you to settle down doesn't take long as you're soon drifting off with your head on his chest, focusing on his hand placed on your knee; gently stroking the skin there. His eyes begin to droop, feeling heavy. Cradling the back of your neck, Bo allows himself to drift off, too.

Lester

Long days certainly do get to him sometimes. Tiring him out something awful. He's prepared enough roadkill and deer for his brothers and you, enough to satiate any hunger for the time being until he finds time to run into the nearby town again.

Lester finds you lounging in his bed with Jonesy, Vincent must be working hard and the pup sought out attention where she could. He had no idea where Bo was or whatever the hell he was up to.

Collapsing onto the bed, Lester sighs deeply when you immediately comb your fingers through his messy short hair. He's out like a light soon after.

Sal Fisher

Poor guy has so much going on that sometimes he just wants to crash and sleep for one-thousand years. He doesn't sleep well on the best of days, plagued by frequent nightmares that not even the warmth and comfort of your sleeping form beside him can quell.

Another nightmare yanks Sal out of a fitful sleep. One that has him patting the sheets, searching for you. The heat of your skin against his hands sends a calming peace over him. He's scooping your sleeping form in his arms, his face hidden in your neck. Sal gives a weak smile as you snuggle into him. He focuses on your even breathing, allowing himself to fall asleep soon after.

Thomas

It's incredibly hot on the best of days in Duller County, the Sawyer family set up several oscillating fans that constantly work overtime without a proper functioning air conditioning unit.

Even the lackluster cool breeze and the sweltering Texan heat aren't enough to have Tommy pulling you into his lap and nuzzling his masked face into your hair.

You're much smaller than him. It gives Tommy a sense of pride knowing that he's your big, strong protector. :)

Patrick

He is such an enigma, a contradiction. Patrick isn't much of a cuddler or snuggler but he wants to play the role of being a dutiful partner. He is quick to become a jealous lover if you were to find someone else to give you attention while he's fretting over what sort of shade of cream or white Paul Allen's next business card will have.

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A prideful, vain being such as himself would never admit how much he truly does enjoy having your curl up next to him. The warmth your body exudes is a comfort, one he finds him seeking out more and more even though your relationship is still within its earlier stages. Patrick hates that he finds himself being so undone by you, but he can't find it within himself to stop either. There's something inside of you that his fervent bloodlust can't be satisfied by.

#slashers x reader #slasher imagines #slasher x you #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #billy x reader x stu #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #thomas sawyer x reader #art the clown x reader #cherubfae 2024

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fallarbor-town · 6 months

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you're just a sad, lonely boy who always loses at fifa

warmup sketch LOL. i think this is how they'll adapt impel down to the live action. tbh. original photo under the cut!

#opla #one piece live action #one piece #jeff ward #iñaki godoy #buggy the clown #monkey d. luffy #my art #i imagine since I put 0 effort into creating a shit post here this will be the most successful thing I post for a while

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anna-scribbles · 8 months

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anna the way I am reading your discussions about felix’s degree whilst wearing this shirt

england’s youngest graduate

#i like the idea that clown college felix just wears massive versions of his regular dress shoes #also to complete my whole vision for this i’m actually imagining that adrien received a graduation card in the mail #from felix and amelie #and it’s like a month after colt and emilie died #and it’s just a HAPPY GRADUATION FELIX card lovingly put together by amelie #with a collage of felix in his clown school graduation garb #and felix is just absolutely living his best life now that his dad is dead and he’s graduated clown school #ml #felix fathom #asks #my art

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heyitsrink · 4 months

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He protected me, Fitz. It took months for him to gain my trust. But after a time, whenever Queen Desire was traveling and I slept on the hearth, I felt safe. It was safe to sleep.

A comic for my giftee, hoodedcreature, in this year's RotE Winterfest. It was such a joy making this. Baby Fool!! My Heart!!

#rote #realm of the elderlings #the fool #king shrewd #farseer #the farseer trilogy #comic #fan comic #king shrewd and his beloved little clown #designing shrewd was so fun!!#i imagine a softness to him that i don't see reflected often in the official art #he's just a lonely old man wanting some friends #and drawing sweet little fool curled up by the fireplace healed something in me <3 #panels of the elderlings

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lussiane333 · 1 year

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The way you write art the clown is so perfect and it's sad there isn't that much content for him yet so thank you for doing god's work 😩 do you have any hc's of him receiving a lapdance from s/o?

Hello! Thank you for your kind words <3

This one took me some time.. 😅 Sorry for the wait, here it is!

I decided to do more slashers so:

Slashers receiving a lap dance from their S/O 🔥

Art the Clown

He's making facial expressions you've never seen before

We all know that our clown boy is a comedian..

He would take the hidden dollars out of his clown suit and tuck them behind your panties and grin like a madman he is

His eyes never left you, and the way you touched him, breathed against his lips and toyed with your underwear, his gaze seemed almost tender like

But when you knelt spread legged down on the floor and looked at him, he's gawking with an open mouth and dilated pupils

He would do anything for you, it's like you hypnotize him every time and deep down he hates it, but it just feels so good..

He wants to ruin you in his own fucked up way so yeah, get ready for a long night afterwards

Bo Sinclair

You want all of his attention and oh boy.. It's yours

The way you leant back on his lap and grinded against his bulge..

Yeah, he'd whip his cock out and jerk it shamelessly as you move your body against him

He's really into this, he loves watching you show off for him

You make him absolutely feral and he feels like a virgin seeing a woman's body for the first time, but he can't help himself

Don't get me wrong, he's really not seeing this for the first time, but he's seeing someone he loves and enjoys it so damn much

You went from between his thighs to sit on his lap, and groping, teasing and whispering nasty things in your ear quickly turned into you riding him in a reverse cowgirl

He has a secret erotic polaroid collection of you

He loves your body, your moves, everything about you makes him crazy

Charles Lee Ray

He would act indifferent at first

Yeah, yeah, you're hot but he has seen it many times before

Still likes it and won't keep his hands to himself, I mean you two love to put on any kind of a show

His biggest weakness is when you nib at his neck and run your nails down his chest, he's humming in approval, squeezing your ass harder

Praises and degrades you at the same time

"You really are the biggest whore I've ever seen"

"Come on baby, show me that I'm right, oh yes"

He wants you all to himself, but he also wants to show you off so he'd surely make you dance in front of a victim and be like:

"You see that? All mine"

"Show them exactly what they're missing on, baby"

His egoistic ass is so proud knowing that he has someone like you

#slashers #slasher headcanons #slasher fucker #slasher smut #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #art the clown #terrifier art the clown #art the clown x reader #terrifier #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #charles lee ray #chucky #charles lee ray x reader #childs play #slasher movies

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theotherhappyplace · 5 months

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I managed to sketch this sad bondage clown. I named him Giacomo

#Giacomo the doomed jester #clownoc #clowncore #clown art #jester oc #thrall to an evil god that demands perpetual entertainment #he's doing his best but you know how bad an audience can be #imagine an audience that can turn you inside out and often does because why not #it can just put you back the way you were no problem #dont cry you are a clown #giacomo is very good at juggling!!!

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smoochie150 · 3 months

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I need these two to interact or I'll die

#cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #crk #cookie run #my art #fanart #imagine learning your predecessor is a hot clown

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notemaker · 2 months

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The ringmaster and the amphitheater. The chessboard and the player. Round and round they go.

#THE SILLIES. but also they have DEPTH. Which is INTERESTING #The circus man and the circus tent #theyre the circus duo #two ass CLOWNS is what they are #I find their dynamic very compelling. Its like #Lucifer is the devil from the BIBLE. yet Alastor gets offended by the unfairness of their power dynamic #MY MAN YOU WERE A RADIO HOST WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE #WHEN DID YOUR BAR GET TO THE FUCKING CEILING #Anyways. theyre fun. they have some fun things in common but theyd never admit to it. theyd be the friend to go bitch about someone #also im all for a qpr with these two #theyre so funny. imagine them as roomates #my art #art post #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #I wonder if somewhere down in hell the actual lucifer is looking up at us judgementally #i wonder what would happen if I showed a priest from thousands years ago this content and go: yeah this is how the bible looks now #doodles #radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin art #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel alastor

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heynhay · 11 months

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klance but they traded jackets and lance is absolutely clowning on keith’s stupid fucking cropped monstrosity but keith can’t retort because lance’s jacket is so comfortable and it smells like him and and and and—