#art the clown imagine

[aalyssah]

Saved By A Clown

Pairing: Art The Clown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Cursing, and Mentions of Killing.

Word Count: 1,872

Summary: During a Halloween Party, your boyfriend gets jealous while you're talking to another guy so he takes you out to an alleyway and attempts to hit you, but luckily, you're saved by a special clown.

A/N: I've been wanting to write for Art for a while now and I'm finally doing it! Hope You Enjoy!

October 31, 2016

It was Halloween, most of everyone’s favorite holiday, and you were dressed up in a classic Angel outfit, white wings on your back.

You finished curling your hair, and unplugged the curling iron when your boyfriend, Alex came through the door. “Babe, you look so good.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back into his chest.

You tensed up, trying to get out his hold. You and Alex have been dating for the past 3 years and he’s been nothing, but abusive. “Alex, stop, you're gonna mess up my hair.” You groaned out, trying to get him to stop touching you.

Alex ignored you, face nuzzling in your neck. He placed sloppy wet kisses to your neck, groaning at your smell. “Mmm, baby, you smell so good.” You snapped out his hold, pushing him back with all your force.

“Alex, get off me!” Alex finally let go of you, anger filling his body. “Stop being so ungrateful! I’m trying to give you all my love and you’re-” Alex’s scolding was cut off when his phone rang.

He took his phone out of his pocket and went to another room. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You don’t know how long you can take this anymore.

The sound of Alex yelling from the other room caught your attention. “Y/n, get in the car! We’re going to the party!”

Oh right, the party. A Halloween party Alex is gonna force you to go to, only to show you off and then cheat on you with some girl dressed in a slutty costume.

You followed his directions, getting into the car and letting him drive to the stupid house that threw the party.

-

You soon arrived at the house party, Alex parking onto the side. Before you could open the car door, Alex grabbed your upper arm, making you wince in pain.

“Listen to me right now. When we get in there you better not embarrass me. No more drinking after 2 shots, no talking to guys, and don’t even think about leaving the house.” He roughly pushed you back, a whimper passing your lips.

Alex went to your side and forcefully dragged you up the driveway and knocked on the door. Moments later it opened from a random guy. “Hey, man, welcome to the party!” A smile was brought to Alex’s face as he stepped through the door.

The smell of alcohol lingered in the air and many people danced and grinding against each other. Your face scrunched up in disgust. It was even worse than last year’s party.

Alex quickly leaned down to your ear. “Remember what I said.” And with that, he left you alone, instantly going to a group of girls. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was gonna leave you.

Now you stood there awkwardly, watching as everyone had fun. You wish you could be like them. Have fun and party.

As you were daydreaming you noticed a clown from across the room staring at you. You gave a small wave, smiling as he confusingly pointed at himself. You nodded your head. The clown then smiled, blowing a kiss your way, and you couldn’t help, but blush at the action.

With your small distraction of looking at the clown, someone bumped into you, their drink spilling on your white dress. You gasped at the cool beverage hitting your skin.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” You turned around to see a man dressed as Fred from Scooby Doo. You gave him a small smile. “It’s alright.” You said, attempting to rub the red juice away, but it only smeared.

“Hey, let me help you clean that up.” You couldn’t even protest against it as the man grabbed your arm gently, and dragged you to the bar. You wanted to say something, looking around the room to make sure Alex wasn’t watching.

The man sat you down at the bar, getting a couple of napkins and rubbing the drink from your clothes. In the end there was still red in your costume, but not as bad as before. “I’m so so sorry about that! You looked really good though!”

You laughed at his compliment. “Thank you, but I have a boyfriend.” The man only laughed. “Me too honey! I’m as straight as a circle.” You instantly caught on his joke, genuinely laughing.

“The name’s Eric.” He said, ordering two drinks. “Y/n.” You shortly responded. The drinks were placed in front of you both and Eric picked up a glass. “Cheers to Halloween!”

You both clanged your glasses together, both of you taking a sip of the fruity drink. “Mm, this is good!” You praised. Eric smiled. “My favorite. First time I had this was when I was 17. Now I’m 26 and I’m still drinking it!”

You and Eric talked for about 10 minutes, with you completely forgetting about the rules Alex gave you until you felt yourself being harshly grabbed. “Y/n!” Your eyes grew wide as the voice yelled your name.

It was Alex.

He dragged you up out of your seat, pulling you through the bodies of dancing people. “Alex, please stop, you’re hurting me!” You whined over the music, but even though Alex could hear you, he didn’t care.

He made it all the way outside, continuing to walk towards the car, but you put up a fight. “Alex stop, why are you doing this?” You questioned which seemed to set something off inside him.

He quickly pulled you into the alleyway, pushing you against the brick wall. You cried out in pain when your head hit the wall. “Why am I doing this? I told you specifically not to talk to other men and have no more than 2 shots, and guess what? You broke them by talking to the Fred guy, and drinking a whole cup of the fruity shit!” His grip got tighter as his voice got louder.

You flinched as you felt his hot breath against your face. “You’re nothing, but a whore, going around flirting with other guys!” Tears finally fell from your eyes, as you tried to reason with him. “He was gay!”

You cried out, hoping it would calm him down, but it only riled him up more. “And now you’re lying to me! In my face!” He lowly chuckled.

His hand then raised up in the air, ready to hit you, but the feeling of a cold blade poked your stomach as Alex gasped for air. His grip on you fell loose as his body fell to the ground.

You looked in shock as Alex fell, the body behind him revealing the clown from earlier. You almost yelled, but covered your mouth, not wanting to draw attention.

The clown pulled the machete from Alex’s stomach, standing there, looking at your scared form. The clown then bent over, searching through Alex’s pockets and pulled out the car keys.

He held them up to you, motioning for you to take them. Very quickly, you snatched the keys out his hand and ran back to the car, scared the clown would come after you.

As you turned the corner you could hear the gurgling sound of pleading. “Y-Y/n please, h-help m-” Then it was silent.

You rushed into the car, starting it up and driving away back to a secret apartment you bought that Alex didn’t know about.

-

It’s only been a day since Alex was killed in that alleyway and as you were watching TV, the news popped up.

“Breaking news! A man identified as Alex Jones’ body was found in an alleyway, brutally murdered. The picture we are about to show is evidence released from the detective of the scene, in hopes that it can lead to any clues to this murder.”

The picture was blurred, but you could still make out Alex’s dead body, a pool of his blood around his body, but the main focus was on the words carved into his chest.

ART

A shutter ran up your body as you looked at the screen, but for some reason you didn’t feel any remorse. You actually felt happy. Happy that he was gone and you were safe. You didn’t have to deal with his abuse anymore.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts. You made your way to the door, peeking through the peephole and saw it was a cop.

You opened the door. “Hello, are you Y/n Y/l?” You looked confused, but nodded your head. “Yeah? Can I help you?” The officer cleared his throat. “Uh yes, I need to ask a few questions if you don’t mind.” You stepped aside, letting the man come into your apartment.

He took a seat in your living room, getting a notepad out his pocket. “So I’m here to ask questions about the murder of Alex Jones, which I’m sure you’ve seen?” You nodded your head, grabbing a blanket, and wrapping it around your body.

Something you would do to cover your body from Alex when he wanted to have sex.

“What was your relationship with him?” You took a deep breath. “Alex was my boyfriend of 3 years. He was very abusive towards me, hitting me, and forcing me to do things I didn’t want too.” The cop wrote down what you said. “He would cheat on me with other girls, and control me until the point where I had no friends, nor family to go to.” You wiped your eyes as tears came to your eyes at the memories.

“And did you see him at all yesterday?” You nodded your head. “Yea, we went to this Halloween party a couple houses down from the alleyway. We went there and had a good time, but he got jealous that I was talking to this guy and left. I had to call a cab to take me home.” You lied.

You know that cops are super smart when it comes to the law, but you didn’t want to get in trouble. Most importantly, you didn’t want the clown to get in trouble.

The cop wrote a lot of words down. “Okay, thank you for your time. Is there anything you want to add to this case?” The cop asked.

You thought about it for a second, looking around the room and saw the rose that you got from the clown. It was sitting in a vase, a small note attached to the rose. You squinted your eyes to read the words.

‘As sweet as a rose- Love Art.’

It was quiet for a couple of seconds.

“I was saved by a clown.”

The cop looked confused at your sudden words not hearing what you said. “Huh?” Your eyes grew wide. “N-nothing, that’s all.” The cop eyed you for only a slight second and stood up, pulling a card from his pocket.

“Please call me if you have any more evidence.” You nodded your head and led him out your apartment. When you heard the car door slam and saw the car drive off, you let out a sigh of relief.

Art The Clown saved you and you couldn’t wait to see him again.

[bebx]

Random Art the Clown Headcanons

POV: you’re friends with Art

he’s spice intolerant, which makes him physically/anatomically incapable of eating/digesting anything spicy.

so don’t feed him anything spicy. he’ll get rash and itchy mouth.

and then he’ll get moody.

and Art unalives people when he is moody, to get him back to being his old happy and giggly self again. (or he’ll just start acting annoyingly childish, pouting and moping around, until the discomfort goes away.)

random af gifts. Art is a gift giver. that’s how he shows affection to the people he cares about (if there’s someone he cares about) — the gift varies from a dead animal to a human’s heart.

he doesn’t need a ‘special occasion’ to gift someone. Art loves surprises, aka when you least expect it.

he’s a clingy mf.

like a giant teddy bear who follows you around until you give him attention

Art doesn’t know what a personal space is, but he doesn’t like the sound of it. so… don’t expect it.

unless it’s his personal space that he wants, then he knows exactly what it means, and hoo boy, you better not cross the boundary when he is angry and wants to be left alone.

contrary to popular belief, Art is actually a decent driver (shocking. I know). sure, he likes running a kid over for shit and giggles. but if he’s going somewhere, he’ll concentrate on the road. not for the safety of other people but rather because he wants to get to the destination without a distraction. and because he doesn’t want to deal with unwanted attention from the authority (unless he feels like unaliving them when he’s pulled over, then he’ll drive like a maniac that he is on purpose. but if Art has somewhere he needs to be, he’ll just focus on getting there. and yeah… dude’s a pretty decent driver, actually.)

he doesn’t get sick often. but when he does come down with something, it’s a nasty flu that leaves him being bedridden for days.

Art is, without a doubt, THEE worst patient.

like… ever.

also, just like a cat, Art hates water.

he… has his own way of keeping himself clean and he does like a nice, warm bath after a bloodbath (no pun intended). he just doesn’t like getting wetted unexpectedly.

like walking down the street at night, stalking a potential next victim, and the rain unexpectedly pours down on him.

that will ruin his mood. not good.

Art has to be the one in control. always.

he doesn’t take no for an answer.

he’s super stubborn, too.

he never. ever. let anyone see him without the face paint. him without his face paint is his most vulnerable state.

if he ever willingly let someone be around him when he has no clown makeup on (without the intention of killing them later), it means they’re extremely special to him and he trusts them wholeheartedly.

that’s just… something no one knows if Art’s really capable of, trusting someone and letting himself be vulnerable around them.

love may be too strong a word for someone like Art. but if he likes someone, he’s super possessive — because they are his property — so if anyone messes with his property… let’s just say their body will be very hard to identify after Art’s done with them.

and like a cat, he purrs. obviously, he doesn’t speak or make noises, but he does purr softly from his throat. and if you have your head under his chin, you can feel his skin vibrate a little, too.

he secretly loves being cuddled.

basically, he’s a big cat.

let me know if you want more of these xx

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Okay so like fair warning- I've never seen a single Terrifier movie. Literally all I know is that he just kinda lurks at random stores/restaurants?? Maybe Reader, who works at a convenience store, recognizes him as a regular and asks him out? He's a silly, freaky looking dude. Maybe Reader is into that

I apologize if this is messy

You said you had no ideas and I wanted to help a lil

a/n: i've seen both terrifier movies and i'm still traumatised because art is a fucking psycho lol. but thank you so much for the idea i can't believe something like that never even crossed my mind so thank you <3

pairing: art x gn!reader

warnings: none

This was the third time this week. You struggled to contain your grin as you looked over to the clown standing behind the customer you were serving.

He'd been coming in several times over the weeks, only ever approaching the counter when you were serving. Although it was very unlikely anybody else would serve him anyway, considering he was a little creepy.

He'd meander around the store, stopping to inspect each shelf he passed, before giving an exaggerated shrug and moving on.

And then fifteen minutes later, he'd waltz up to the counter with the most random item in his hand.

You initially thought it must've been some kind of joke. He was literally dressed as a clown, it had to have been. But when he continued to come in, repeating the same thing everytime, it became apparent to you that it just couldn't have been a joke. Surely.

Once you were done serving the person in front of him, you released a small sigh as he shuffled up to the counter, this time only placing a bottle of water down in front of you, much to your surprise.

"You know it's not Halloween, right?" You asked him, not expecting a vocal response. From what you could tell, he didn't speak.

He just looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Alright, that'll be $1.50." You told him, earning another exaggerated facial expression that resembled shock.

To say he was rather odd, you did find him to be quite amusing. You watched in silence as he bent down to rummage through the black garbage bag he'd been carrying, eventually coming back up to place a handful of crumpled up money on the counter.

"So you got a name?" You asked as you put the money in the cash register, retreiving his change.

Again, he didn't speak, but he pulled out a small piece of paper, taking one of the pens from the side of the counter. And you watched as he messily scribbled something down on the paper, turning it in your direction.

"Art." You read out, nodding at the name. "Art The Clown."

A wide grin spread across his face as he nodded in confirmation.

"So, Art The Clown." You started, leaning over the counter slightly. "You wanna go out with me sometime?"

He stood there sort of frozen for a moment then, his eyes going wide and his mouth hanging open. Probably a minute passed before he moved, his fingers coming up to rub his chin as if in thought, before he finally gave you a small nod, a huge smile breaking across his face.

"Great." You smiled back, handing him his water. "I'd ask for a number, but I'm assuming you'll be back later this week so maybe we could set something up then?"

He nodded again before offering you a small wave as he made his way out of the store, leaving you with the knowledge that you'd just asked out a clown.

[Main Masterlist] [Art Masterlist]

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Yep looks like mine got ate lol. Idk why but tumblr usually eats my request on the first attempt at sending it.

Anyways, could I prettty please request a hc for Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Mark Hoffman & Nathan Wallace? 🍒

Where he has a s/o who's very doting on him. Like whenever he returns from work/ chasing down a victim she insists on checking him for injuries. And if there are any injuries not letting them do anything else until she's doctored them up. Always making their favorite meals etc?

Slashers with a Doting s/o:

Thomas Hewitt x reader, Bo Sinclair x reader, Vincent Sinclair x reader, Mark Hoffman x reader, Amanda Young x reader, Nathan wallace x reader, Art the clown x reader, Albert wesker x reader, Michael Myers x reader, Billy Loomis x reader, Stu Macher x reader, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

Fem reader

Warnings: slight spoilers for the slashers, slight angst for Nathan

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Thomas is a touch starved man. He's never actually thought that he would even have a significant other.

He's always had fantasies and dreams of eventually finding someone to settle down with and eventually starting a family. You made his dreams an reality.

Thomas adores how much you care for him. From the little notes you write him with his lunches all the way to the way you massage his sore muscles after a long day of supplying meat for the family.

The only issue that Thomas would have is not wanting you around while he's butchering the meat because you're too angelic to see him doing such.

Bo Sinclair

Bo isn't used to anyone being doting to him. The most doting Bo has experienced was from his twin but never with anyone else.

At first, Bo would be frustrated with how doting you are. Especially growing up the way Bo did, it caused him to have a more avoidant type of attachment compared to his brothers.

He thinks that you're trying to infantize him at the beginning, or trying to "demasculine him." Bo's the type to patch himself up, even Vincent has to force Bo to let him patch his wounds up.

Once he gets used to your doting nature, Bo would drink it up. Not only does your doting nature makes him feel loved, it also helps with luring victims with your "doting house wife" role.

Vincent Sinclair

While Bo's childhood has been on the physically abusive side, Vincent was more so emotionally abused. Yes, Vincent was the favorite child, but he also was forced to hide his scars from a young age by Trudy under the guise of not wanting to upset her by showing his face.

With your doting affection, it made Vincent short circuit because of the fact that you were doing this even though you've seen and know about his scars.

Vincent adores how you always make sure that he eats and stays hydrated while he's working. He even loves how you try to coax him into going to bed and rest after him working non stop for a couple days.

He wouldn't want you around when he "preps" his sculptures because he couldn't afford the possibility of one of then escaping and hurting you, his angel. But if he ends up getting injuries, he would let you take care of it.

Mark Hoffman

Mark has spent a lot of his life before becoming Jigsaw's apprentice taking care of himself and of his sister (until she died). He's not the one to really know how to react to having a doting significant other.

Given the life he's living, your doting nature gives him an escape from the darkness he's been engulfed in. If you're not another one of John's apprentices, you're most likely ignorant to what he does when he's not with you.

The excuses he gets whenever he comes home with injuries would be "work related." Mark would let you tend his wounds once the both of you have been together for a long while. It's not because he doesn't trust you, the reason is similiar to Bo, he doesn't want to weak around you because he is a detective after all.

Mark will protect you at all costs. He's already lost all of his family, he's not going to lose you.

Amanda Young

Amanda isn't used to having people doting her. The closest she's had was John and he was a father figure to her.

With you, Amanda thought that you were an angel sent for her. With how much you show her your love by the small things like making sure she eats, helping her through her recovery as an addict, making sure she's taken care off when she's not around you.

Amanda allows you to help her if she ends up getting hurt. The only thing that Amanda doesn't like is when you look at the scars from her using.

Just like with Mark, Amanda wouldn't want you to know about her double life and would do anything to protect you from the cops. It doesn't matter if you're an apprentice as well, Amanda is going to protect you no matter what.

Nathan wallace

Nathan has been pretty much touch starved and alone since the death of Marni. He's more than used to taking care of himself and Shilo.

It took a lot to let you in, both romantically and knowing of his secret repoman life. You in a lot of ways reminded Nathan of Marni because of how much you take care of both him and Shilo.

Nathan loves how both you and Shilo get along, helping her through the rough patches between the two of them. The both of you know that you will never be able to be Marni but Nathan hopes that she would be okay with you being in both him and Shilo's lives.

Nathan feels comfortable knowing that if anything happens to him that Shilo would have you there for guidance, love, and support.

Art the clown

Art is a rather touchy kind of person. This man probably has never been doted on in his existence. It's obvious that the only that that's keeping Art alive is some sort of dark diety.

Art is one of the very few people on this list that would gladly accept his significant other taking care of him. It doesn't matter how good or bad you are at cooking, it's way better that the food in the dumpsters that Art eats (or faces? Who am I to judge?)

It's a miracle that you're still alive around Art. The whole tending to Art's wounds wouldn't be needed but Art does appreciate when you clean the blood off his costume.

Being with Art and cleaning the amount of blood on his costume, you probably have a real good idea on what he does when he's not being taken care of at your house. Do you really want to potentially gamble on your life by asking?

Albert wesker

Wesker, depending on how long have you been with him would determine what ways you're doting towards him. If it's during his S.T.A.R.S days, he loves how you are always home to take care of him after the missions and trainings.

S.T.A.R.S Wesker would reluctantly allow his significant other to tend to his wounds after his missions, even give you a few flirty jabs if he's shirtless while you tend to him.

Wesker secretly enjoys having his significant other massage all the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. This is a common thing for both pre and post mutated Wesker.

Once Wesker becomes mutated, the healing his wounds wouldn't be needed because of the superior healing but he does find it nice when you stitch up any of his torn clothes.

Michael Myers

Michael hasn't been doted on since probably when he was a small kid before being institutionalized.

Similar to Art, Michael's diet before you was whatever he could kill and eat and that it doesn't matter what your skill level is when it comes to cooking, it's better than what he's eaten before.

It takes a lot for Michael to trust you enough to both see his face under the mask and for you to tend to his wounds after a night of killing. Once he trusts you, Michael would stay perfectly still while you quickly tend to him.

Michael would be shocked when you either gift him a new knife after noticing how his old one was failing him or if you cleaned and sharpened his knife for him.

Billy Loomis

Given that Billy has abandonment issues from his mother and to an extent, his father, Billy has a hard time truly letting someone in romantically. He usually uses his relationships to either make him look innocent or as side relationships to give him what he wants (i.e. sex)

It takes Billy a long time for him to get used to how caring and doting you are. Billy is similar to Bo when it comes to the Avoidant attachment style, often times getting agitated that you're babying him when the both of you were at the beginning stages of the relationship.

Once he's completely used to your doting ways, Billy will soak up the doting nature. Especially when it comes to you cooking hid favorite meals and making sure he's practicing self care.

Billy may not be vocal about his appreciation for you doting on him, he truly does appreciate how much you care for him . He wouldn't talk about his Ghostface side but you'll somehow figure it out but never said anything about him being a Ghostface.

Stu Macher

Stu was both lucky and unlucky to have the childhood he has. He has money to support himself while his parents are on business trips but he's never really experienced having someone dote on him as much as you

Seeing how caring and and doting you are, Stu instantly soaks up the attention you give him. This man loves it when you bake for him. Stu has a sweet tooth for your home made cookies and brownies and it makes his day when you give him a plate of your baked goods.

It's a possibility that you know about his Ghostface side. Or at least have suspicions of something going on because of the amount of bruises and scratches he has on his body that you've seen.

It's almost funny to see Stu make up a story about how he got the newest set of bruises on his skin. You decide to act like you believe his stories because you can see that Stu is hiding something and eventually he would spill the beans.

Asa Emory

Similiar to Jesse, Asa is all for having a significant other who's the "doting house wife" role when it comes to his day job where he's the professor.

Asa would be on the stubborn side when it comes to having his significant other taking care of his wounds because he deems it unneeded. He would probably let his significant other tend to him if he's probably passed out from blood loss or something similar.

You know about Asa's "Collector" side gig but between keeping yourself away from that business and the fear of Asa turning you into one of his pieces makes you keep quiet about the whole thing.

Asa does appreciate that you don't ask him too much about his secret life when you do have to tend to his wounds or patch up his sweaters constantly.

Jesse cromeans

Ever since the combination of the death of his late wife and nearly dying/ basically losing his physical appearance, Jesse lost any hope for anyone to even fake being with him as a front. That was until he got with you.

It takes a long time for Jesse to trust you to help tend to his face because of both Jesse not wanting you to see the full extent of his injuries and the fact that his face has became delicate for anyone to touch due to the scaring.

Jesse is all for having the "house wife" kind of significant other because it give him a more human side when it came to his "day job" and having you be there after his trips makes Jesse feel like he's not all monster, there's a man under a huge layer of brutality.

Unlike some of the others on the list, you do know at lease some of what Jesse does while on these trips. He wouldn't want you directly involved but he has made it so if anything happens to him, you would be safe with Spann.

[fandom-go-round]

for Halloween could I get something cute and fluffy but also maybe smutty for Art the Clown? 👀💕 I do enjoy that mime. He's always just trying to make you laugh and he's into goth girls. Relatable.

I love you. You are very lucky that I respect a guy who loves goth girls

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Oral Sex, Eating Out, Implied Character Death, Implied Canonical Violence, Implied Blood, Implied Goth Girl Fetish

            You have no idea where he’s been but don’t really want to know. You see blood on the edges of his pants and ruffles and decide that it’s not a good question to ask. You’re not stupid, you know what he is and what he does. Today you don’t even get a chance to try and ask; Art makes his way over and kisses you hard, pushing you back against the couch. There isn’t any time to react, his hands are all over you and groan, helping him take your clothes off.

            Art never gets undressed more than he has to but loves seeing you naked underneath him. Today isn’t any different and after stripping you naked he bends your legs, almost touching the back of the couch. The stretch makes you groan and Art gives a soundless chuckle, sending you a sharp smile. He clearly wanted you open and exposed and that’s exactly where you are.

            He kneels between your legs and pauses, glancing up at you. You give him a quick nod and the mime grins again, beginning to eagerly suck at your thighs. The skin is sensitive and you groan, squirming as he begins to kiss instead. Kisses turn to nips that turn to bites and Art enjoys leaving hickeys on your thighs. His face paint doesn’t rub off, even as he nuzzles against your skin; you really should ask him where he gets it.

            It takes a few more minutes before Art moves to your clit, sucking hard and pushing a glove covered finger into you. You groan and he looks up, grinning as he takes in your face. Your thighs shake and he easily holds them up for you, his other hand fingering you open. His mouth is hot and eager, licking everything he can touch before giving a long suck. He’s completely silent against your folds and you have no idea how that works. The only sounds are your moans and his fingers pushing inside of you.

            Art adds another finger and settles more on top of you, leaning his weight there. Your hands eagerly reach for him, one on the back of his head and the other on his arm. He gives another silent groan, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you push him closer. You keep getting wetter and the sound of him fucking you gets louder.

            One more hard suck against your clit has you cumming, your voice bouncing off the walls as Art fucks you through it. You’re babbling now, begging him to fuck you but he sits back and admires you first, letting your legs go. You slide onto the floor in front of him, leaning up to kiss him hard. He eagerly returns it and inhales deeply as you slide a hand down his pants. He’s completely hard and you pull back with a smile, leaning down to suck him through his pants.

            Art bucks towards your mouth, one hand on your head and the other on his face. His eyes are locked on yours before flickering to look at your hand. You laugh a little, pulling his cock out and beginning to stroke him. He babbles without sound, head going back and you smile. You’re glad that you fixed your nail polish before he got here; black always does get him going.

[free-for-all-fics]

♦️Random thought about Art the Clown!♦️

So I was talking to my good friend @tinalbion about Art and she was telling me about his possible backstory. This is what she said:

“It's kinda hard to explain but the plot of Terrifier 2 kinda makes us believe that Art used to be the dad to these two kids. He was dying of a tumor and it made him angry and he tended to lash out near the end. He ended up drinking and crashing into a transformer in the neighborhood, killing himself. But the way it all adds up, it could be that the dad is actually Art and he's just a former shell of himself. Plus the dad used to be an artist, had drawings of all the previous deaths from Terrifier 1, it all sorta just leads to that. But sadly he doesn't remember anything about his kids.”

And I knowwwww there’s theories that Little Pale Girl was once Emily Crane, his first victim. Or she’s just a demon/unknown supernatural entity taking the form of the girl, and not actually his victim nor his daughter. I know she’s only his mind child. But her appearance makes me wish Art had an actual evil clown daughter. Makes me want fanfic or HCs about Art as a dad. Maybe something where reader is his wife and he still remembers her and his kids so he kidnaps them has a surprise family trip with her and somehow she and their children become clown entities like him. Yay now time for some husband and wife date nights of carnage and some father-daughter (or son) murder spree bonding time! He’s so proud of his daughter’s (or son’s) arts and crafts! Finger painting with human blood and sculpting with human body parts! His kids are so creative! He wants to hang their works up on the fridge!

[humans-are-tasty]

[notemaker]

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.

[cherubfae]

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.

[fallarbor-town]

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!

[anna-scribbles]

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

england’s youngest graduate

[bebx]

My toxic trait is that I believe I can fix Art

Or that I can just say never mind and join him in his insanity and that instead of scalping me or something he’ll have me as his little sidekick and we’ll fall in love and live happily ever after together

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

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.

[heyitsrink]

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!!

[lussiane333]

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

[theotherhappyplace]

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