The Continuation Of Tailor Astarion ✨️

May I request nsfw alphabet for Tommy? btw, I'm always love your posts! S2 S2

Thomas Hewitt NSFW Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Thomas is super into aftercare. He hates when he has to leave you after sex, for whatever reason it is, he wasn't to be able to just bask in the afterglow with you. Ideally, he'll just get to lay with you, holding you and being close to you. He loves when you give them those little smiles of bliss before giving him a gentle kiss, he just adores you so much. If he does get called away from your side, he tries to make it up to you as soon as he can.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of yours)

If asked for his favourite body part of yours, Thomas wouldn't be able to answer. He just couldn't choose! However, he definitely has an unconscious preference for your thighs. They're so soft and he loves touching them and having them wrapped around him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...I'm a disgusting person)

Thomas has a breeding kink so...that's pretty self explanatory. However, he is aware of the consequences and wouldn't want to put something on you that you didn't want...so, he'll be more careful. Honestly, he's happy with whatever you're happy with, it doesn't bother him that much.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Thomas' dirty secret isn't some sort of hidden kink that he's ashamed to tell you about, it's all about before you were dating. Now, he figures he is allowed to look at you and think about you in a certain way, you are his S/O after all and you have a sexual relationship. But when you were just his sweet friend that cared about him so much? God, he felt terrible for thinking about you in such a way. You would give him the gentlest of touches and it would send a thrill through him, which only brought him shame. No matter how much the thoughts of you plagued him, he could barely look you in the eyes afterwards. Thankfully, it's not something he has to worry about now that you're together.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Thomas has no experience before you and that does make him a little nervous at first, but you soon put him at enough ease to feel like he has nothing to worry about. He's just a little worried that it's not going to be good for you, so he does accept any form of guidance you offer. Thomas is a fast learner and wants nothing more than to please you. He knows that no matter what, you were perfect and are wonderful to him, he just wants to be the same for you. Like I said, fast learner and eager to satisfy, he may have no experience but you won't be disappointed with him.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

It may not be very adventurous but Thomas' favourite position is missionary, it allows him to be close to you and it feels intimate. Plus it can be considered somewhat 'traditional', and Thomas kind of likes that. Another favourite of his is just having you ride him, having you take care of him, giving him kisses and praises. Plus, he gets to watch and admire you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Thomas does see sex as a serious thing. He really does see it as an act of love between two people, and why wouldn't he take that seriously? As time goes on and things become more familiar, he does become (and enjoys being) more playful on occasions.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not...well. At least, not before your relationship. It's relatively ungroomed, Thomas never really saw the point but his insecurities might bug him to consider it when he thinks the two of you might start having sex. Still, he doesn't really know what he's supposed to do, so probably ends up leaving it for the most part.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Thomas is very intimate during the moment. Whether he's being completely serious or more playful, he's still intimate. He absolutely loves intimacy of any kind with you, the closeness and love of it all is what he enjoys the most. When one of you goes out of your way to be a little more romantic, Thomas' heart just soars.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oh boy, there's that shame again. Thomas has no real shame around masturbation in general, having come to see it as a method of releasing tension more than anything. But then you came along and plagued his thoughts, now you were the reason for the stirring feeling within him. Jacking off becomes more regular for Thomas, even if he tried to resist it at first. He always found it hard to look at you the next day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. For the love of God, please praise this man, he will just melt. Tell him how good he is to you, how good he feels and how good he makes you feel, how handsome he is and how much you love him. He’s already in love with you and in awe of you, but he can’t get enough of your loving praise. 

Body Worship. He will worship your body without you needing to ask. He adores everything about you, and now that he can touch and admire your body shamelessly, he is going to take advantage of it. But if you flip that and take the time to worship him, you’re about to hear this large strong man whine for your touch.

Breeding kink. The thought of you having his children drives Thomas insane. He wants a family and the thought of having that family with you just makes him want to throw you over his shoulder and march you up the stairs to his bedroom.

Dominance and Submission. This one was a surprise to him but there is a dominant side to Thomas and it sends a shiver down your spine whenever it comes out.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Thomas' favourite location is his bedroom. It's the one room in the house that is just yours, you're little sanctuary where other members of the household are less likely to bother you. It's safe there and the two of you can just be together, in your room. Other than his bedroom, he quite likes the basement. For the same reason that nobody really goes down there so it offers more privacy. Though, this can only start happening once Thomas allows you to even step foot in the basement. Even then, he makes sure to clean up more than he used too, for your sake.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You really don't have to go out of your way to turn Thomas on, just being around seems to be enough. But certain things do get him going. Talking about the future, talking about marriage or children, makes him want to get a head start on it. Also, just when you're being extra affectionate, it just makes him want to be closer to you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

Thomas would never share you (not that there is really anyone to share you with anyway), he values loyalty and exclusivity. The thought of anyone else touching you breaks his heart.

He also is not into degrading, giving or receiving. He would never want to insult you, even in a roleplay situation, and he couldn't handle any degradation coming from you. However, that doesn't mean he won't be rougher with you if you ask him to be and let him ease into it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Thomas wouldn't ask for oral and only ever hesitated the first time you had offered, he would never turn down your generosity now. While he certainly enjoys receiving, he also enjoys genuinely enjoys giving. His approach is never particularly...skilful, but its determined and effective.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

It all depends on Thomas' mood. In early stages of your relationship, he leans towards slow and sensual, not wanting to accidently hurt you in anyway. As your relationship progresses, Thomas becomes more comfortable with being faster and rougher with you, finding that he enjoys it just as much as you do. So, now, it all just depends on his mood but he does both well.

Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Thomas prefers proper sex, without a doubt, but sometimes he can get busy. The family relies on him for so much these days that he is kept busy a lot, so he understands that quickies can be more practical at times. He doesn't hate them, he does enjoy them and always makes sure to take care of you, but he definitely prefers proper sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

For the most part, he is open to experimenting. Pretty much everything is new to him and whether you're introducing him to things or you're discovering things together, he's excited to do so. So, he is open to taking some risks but Thomas will always be hesitant to do anything that he thinks might harm you in anyway (even if it won't, he's just being cautious).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Thomas has good stamina, he's an active man with impressive stamina in other aspects of his life, why would it be any different in this case? His stamina always surprises you, sometimes you don't even know how he has it in him for another round, but he usually does!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) 

He doesn't own any and he's not all that interested in using them. If you ask to incorporate them into sex at some point, he will agree and give it a try, but it's not really for him. He prefers for it just to be the two of you, he thinks it's more intimate that way.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Thomas isn't much of a tease, not at first anyway. As his confidence grows, he becomes more of a tease. If he notices you staring at him, he makes sure to keep your attention on him, thriving on your attention and infatuation. You probably tease him more than he teases you, even if you don't realise it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

While not being exceptionally loud, it might be the loudest or most vocal you hear him. You adore his groans and occasional grunts. He's relatively quiet for the most part but it's not like either of you can be very loud, since the house always has other people walking around. But on the rare days when you get the house to yourself, you're both allowed to be louder and Thomas does take advantage of the opportunity and you love it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

There is a lot to Thomas under the surface and you have to be patient to see every side of him, especially in the bedroom. He absolutely cherishes you and he always manages to show that. At the beginning of the relationship, his touches are always so gentle, like you're something precious that he doesn't want to break, like he doesn't want to do anything wrong. Slowly but surely, Thomas begins to become more confident. He stops waiting for you to touch him first, stops trying to be so light-handed with you, stops being overly gentle with you. He starts making the moves rather than waiting for you to make them all. He knows you won't break, that he won't hurt you, that you're enjoying the way he's touching you. It's thrilling the first time he manhandles you, when you feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he plants you down on the table. You love seeing him come out of his shell, becoming more sure of himself.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

I'll leave this one to your imagination...sorry! XD

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Thomas has a high sex drive, it might even be surprising to you when you realise that after you're platonic relationship when he was pretty timid at times. He is pretty much always ready for you, is nearly constantly desiring you.

Z = ZZZ (...how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. Sex doesn't necessarily wipe Thomas out completely, and he is normally perfectly capable of carrying on with chores afterwards. But after a long day when the two of you had ended up in bed, Thomas will have released his pent up tension and be more than ready for sleep. So, he'll likely only stay awake long enough for you both to get comfortable, cuddled up together before finally getting some well deserved rest.

HELLO HI, to people who were like "WHAT??!?" to my original post that said that halsin GROANS INTO THE KISS.

here you go :))

RAHHHHHHHHHHH THIS MAN HAS ME SO FERAL HGFJDHGKJFDHGKJFDHGKDFJH

Hello, hope you having a good day/night can you do some cuddle headcannons with Art the clown? If you can't I understand hope you have a good day/night

ofc i can do this!

wow, art the clown cuddling, that’s like impossible.

naw i’m just kidding he loves cuddles!! only if he likes you. he has to like you, or well…you know don’t you?

he rubs his nose in your neck a fuck ton. that’s his favorite thing to do when y’all cuddle. he’s like a big teddy bear. a very skinny, thin teddy bear. 😂

he may try to touch you somewhere you don’t want to be touched at the moment. just pop his hand and he’ll stop. it happens a lot, he can’t help it, but he’ll eventually get the memo and quit.

when he comes home from murder his first thing to do is get in bed with you. BUT!! you make him either A: take his dirty ass a shower then get in the bed. B: make him sit on the floor, which forces him to take a shower because he wants cuddles. either way he’s getting in the shower.

he likes to be the little spoon but sometimes he’ll be the big one, he likes to feel like the protector. also yes, he does suck his thumb. what can i say, he’s a big baby.

sometimes you give him back rubs after a long day. he struggles to stay awake as your hands rub along his back. he loves you, he really does. he also trust you enough to sleep around you, with his back turned and everything.

give him forehead kisses when y’all cuddle, please!! he needs them, or else he’ll beg and then the damn air horn comes out.

oh how can i forget, watching movies!! horror movies, at fucking 5 pm on a saturday. he’s so weird, but you’re weird too because you’re the one dating him.

Light in the Darkness (4)

Abby Anderson X Fem!Reader, College AU, Part 4

Since part three was so short I am double posting, so when there is a small journal entry or “thought” chapter then there will usually be a double post because the content was so short.

But I’m not promising anything.

TW: Anxiety, overthinking.

PT. 3 PT. 5

Chapter 4–> Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery, Week 12

Lyrics: “All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

And I’ve found a way to kill the sound.”

Fuck Max, Tatum, and Bailey. Not literally, but figuratively. Why? Because now you’re in a small club with way too loud music, way too many flashing lights, and way too much of the smell of alcohol induced vomit that could very well be touching every nook and cranny of this hell hole. Of course, you did say yes, so it was partly your fault.

But you were still overstimulated, about ready to explode with anxiety. Tatum was already on the dance floor, dragging Max along behind her. Max was Tatum’s designated ‘gay’ best friend. They’ve always clicked, it’s like they share the same brain.

Bailey was with you, sitting at the bar. She wasn’t drinking, having been the next designated driver in the trio’s rotation. You offered to drive, but they all declined. Maybe it’s because you never went to bars or clubs with them, which was fine. They’ve never been your scene. But Max begged you to go, he felt bad because he thought you felt left out. Even though you explained that you didn’t feel left out, you said you’d go with them tonight.

“You good?” Bailey asked, leaning close to you so you could hear her over the music. Shrugging, you turn to look at the dance floor. There were a lot of people pressed close together, grinding, making out. You couldn’t find Max or Tatum anymore, but someone else caught your eye.

Owen, Abby’s ex-boyfriend. He was making his way through the crowd, stopping to grind on an unsuspecting woman. It was weird, maybe disgusting. Definitely disgusting. You had a weird feeling about him, even when you were bitching at him because of the Red Bull.

“I’m going out onto the floor,” Bailey said, catching your attention.

Nodding, you watch Bailey blend into the crowd. Turning back to the bar, you pulled out your phone. Pinterest seemed to be a good app to get your mind off of the club, cats being your choice of obsession.

“Hey, you’re Abby’s lab partner, right?” A voice too close to your ear caused you to flinch, scaring you from looking at a bright orange picture of a cat.

Turning your head, you saw a dark-skinned girl sitting on the stool next to you. Her body faced the crowd of sweaty college students, but her face was towards you.

“Yeah,” You frown, “Why?” Does Abby talk about you? You would probably be brought up because of her project, but hopefully nothing else would be brought up.

Abby’s friend widened her eyes, “Oh, she didn’t say anything bad, I promise.” She looked as if she let out some horrible secret, her deep brown eyes shifting away. “I’m Nora, I’d like to say I’m Abby’s best friend.”

You raised an eyebrow, not sure why she would approach you out of nowhere. Let alone at a club, and without Abby near. She already knew your name, which was weird considering Abby barely talked about her friends.

“Nice to meet you, is Abby here with you?” You ask, not trying to show your suspicion. It seemed to work, Nora visibly relaxing as she hummed, looking around the crowd.

“She is,” Nora said, “ She arrived a couple hours ago.”

Nodding, you bit your lip, “You brought Owen too?” You couldn’t hide the slight disgust tinting your voice.

Nora sighed, “He’s like the Scott Disick of our group.”

“God he looks like it.”

Nora smirked at your comment, then she pointed at the crowd, “There she is.” You follow the direction of her finger to see Abby. She was dancing with Owen, not seductively, more like she was trying to get away. Nora turned towards you, “I’m going to join them, hope to see you again.” She hopped off the stool, slightly jogging over to her two friends.

After Nora left, the music seemed to have gotten louder. It pounded through your skull, causing a fog in your brain. Looking around for a bathroom, you sighed in relief when you found one. It wasn’t too far away, just on the other side of the bar.

Making your way over, you cupped your hands over your ears to try to muffle the bass. You pushed the door open, surprised at how small the bathroom was. There were two small stalls on your right, a dingy light bulb flickering above your head. Both stalls were occupied, so you walked to the far side of the room, leaning your back against the wall.

As cramped as the room felt, it did muffle the music enough for you to gather our thoughts. You pulled your phone out again, going back to the pictures of cats to distract you from your anxiety. One of the stall doors opened, and you glanced up to see a woman with smeared lipstick and disheveled hair stagger out. She glanced at you, but then turned to pull the door open.

As she pulled the door, she kind of stumbled backwards. Someone was on the other side, pushing the door open. The girl caught herself, cussing as she held onto the stall door behind her. The other girl, who was pushing the door open, apologized, appearing as she walked in.

Abby was the other girl, peering at the drunken one hanging onto the stall door. The drunk girl stood up, glaring up at Abby. She pushed her way past the blonde, calling her a “sightless whore,” as the door closed behind her.

The blonde shook her head, turning away from the door to see you. Her hair was in her signature braid, some stands having fallen out, they were framing her face. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from the hot air from the outside, probably from the alcohol she’s consumed. Her blue eyes were blown wide, pupils almost overtaking her irises. She was wearing a cut-off black tee paired with green cargo pants and brown combat boots.

“Hey,” Abby murmured, a slur hinting at how drunk she may be. If she was blacked out, she definitely hid it well in front of you.

Giving a half-wave, you smile, “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“In the bathroom?”

“Sure, we could say that,” You laugh, noticing the light dust of pink overshadowing the flushness of her cheeks.

Abby frowned, looking around the dingy bathroom. “Do you want to get out of here?” She asked, placing a hand on the back of her head.

“I didn’t drive.”

The blonde pulled out a set of keys, “I did, but I need a driver.”

With a quick text to Max, you decided to drive Abby to your dorm. You didn’t really have a choice, Abby, having been more drunk than you anticipated, passed out in the passenger's seat as soon as you both got into her car.

The drive back to your dorm was brief. What wasn’t easy was trying to get Abby to stand up to get to the building’s elevator.

The girl was heavy, leaning on you as the elevator rose to the third floor. Abby didn’t smell entirely of alcohol, hints of cedar coming through. Her hair smelled of Pantene, which made some sense. Abby seems like the type to stare at the shampoos, remember Selena liked Pantene, and decide to go with that one.

The elevator doors opened, forcing you to hoist Abby further onto your shoulder as you practically dragged her.

“For how muscular you are, you sure as hell ain’t using any of them,” You grumble, half-dragging the blonde. Thankfully, your dorm wasn’t too far from the elevator, and you made it with minimal casualties. The only one being Abby’s hair tie, which you decided to hate as you vowed never to go back to save it.

Sliding your key card, you push the door open. Abby seemed to have gained a bit of control of her legs, kind of helping you out as you made your way to the couch. Your energy was depleting quickly at the sight of the couch, running on fumes as you dropped her onto it. She landed face first, and if anything hurt, she didn’t show it. Your muscles that were previously screaming at you, seemed relieved as you hunched over.

Turning, you went back to close your door and turn on the main lights. You and Max bought nightlights for the dorm, having both not liking how dark the rooms could get.

Abby grumbled, catching your attention as you made your way back to the couch. She turned over onto her back, blinking languidly. You crouch, taking her boots off.

“Where am I?” She asked as you finished getting her boots off.

You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch. Abby dragged herself into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. She looked confused as she looked around, when her eyes met your face she seemed to have realized where she was. Her name left your lips, but nothing else.

“What?” You ask, staring at her ruffled hair that was quickly falling out of its braid.

Drearily, Abby patted the cushion beside her, “Sit with me.”

Standing up, you sat beside her, turning to face her. She was looking at you, back slightly hunched. You leaned forward, propping your elbows up onto your knees as you rested your head onto your hands.

“You’re so pretty,” Abby murmured, a hand slowly reaching up to touch your cheek.

She was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing. The heat that rose to your cheeks was embarrassing, a direct reaction to her touching you and her compliment. She was drunk, she couldn't be in the right state of mind. Abby leaned forward though, and you didn’t lean away. She was a couple inches now from your face. She had to be able to hear your heart racing, the loud thumping pounding in your ears.

“I mean it,” Abby whispered. “You’re so pretty.” Time slowed down as she leaned closer, her lips bridging the gap as she kissed you. Her lips weren’t chapped, having a minty taste to them. Abby kissed lightly, as if questioning you.

The blonde pulled away, suddenly looking sick. She leaned forward again, but this time not to kiss you. Instead, she puked onto your lap.

Posted on: 4/21/23

WC: 1,732

Make Me Sway (Thomas Hewitt x Reader) + RQs info

Summary: After going on a road trip with your friends, you become the sole survivor of the group, trapped in the Hewitt’s residence, because Thomas doesn’t like the idea of you getting killed as you show him humanity and fearlessness in the face of death.

Part 1

Part 2 and 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 (NSFW)

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14 (NEW, I am back <3)

Notes: This story happens somewhere between the events of Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006) and Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Warnings: Violence, Mention of rape, Trauma

Content: Reader has moodswings due to trauma, and is acting on irrational impulses, however has a strong/fearless personality, wittiness and calm nature despite the circumstances, Thomas is confused by his emotions, he knows he should kill you, but he doesn’t want to, Fluff/Smut coming your way 

REQUESTS INFO:

What I will write:

NSFW

SFW

Headcanons

Oneshots

Who I write for:

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

One-eye/Sawtooth/Three-finger (Hilliker brothers)

All League of Legends champions

Anime characters

Blood of A Rose - Guardian (Art the Clown x Fem!Reader)

Masterlist

Summary - A trip to the laundromat turns foul.

Notes - Sorry that this is a shorter one 😔 This was a request for Art to display his strength, but it took a darker turn than I intended 😅

Word Count - 1,279

Warning(s) - Sexual harassment/assault, graphic depictions of violence/gore

(Y/n) and Art sat together on a bench in a nearby laundromat, the hum of the washers and dryers providing a steady rhythm in the background. Her legs were tossed over his lap as his fingers mindlessly tapped against them, her head leaning against the wall as she casually scrolled through her phone. 

She came upon a ‘top 10’ video of the worst roller coaster accidents recorded and she gasped, showing Art her phone enthusiastically. 

“Look at this one.” She leaned in closer to him as he watched patiently. 

He started to silently chuckle in the beginning, but it soon turned into full on laughter as they became more horrifying, slapping at her thigh in the process. (Y/n) began to laugh, herself. Though it was more so in adoration of his happiness than the content they were watching.  

She pulled back once the video was finished and Art shook a finger at her with a wide smile, laughter beginning to die down. He then decided to look at her phone with her, pointing at something every now and then that particularly intrigued him or if he wanted to ask about something which she would gladly answer. 

Once their washer buzzed, signally the cycle had finished, she stood up to switch the clothes over into the dryer. Art stood up after her and patted her lower back, pointing towards the back area of the small building where the bathrooms were. 

(Y/n) nodded and he blew her a kiss, turning around to head in that direction. Just as the bathroom door closed, the chime of the laundromat’s entrance rang and a man walked through with his own bag of laundry. They locked eyes and (Y/n) quickly looked away, not wanting to draw his attention any further.

His footsteps drew closer, stopping not too far away from her and he put his clothes in the washer. She took a deep breath, seeing him face her out of the corner of her eyes as he leaned against the machines. 

She then huffed and crossed her arms, turning towards him after the dryer started. “Can I help you?” 

(Y/n) felt a chill run down her spine, hoping he would move along after her comment. But he didn’t.

Without warning, he stepped closer, the smell of cheap cologne and sweat filling the space between them. His hand brushed her arm. (Y/n) tensed, stepping back, but there was nowhere to go. She was cornered between the row of washers and the wall.

The man slurred, his voice thick and suggestive. “You here all alone, babes?”

(Y/n) swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The man’s hand reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer. His grip was firm, too strong for her to break free from, and she could feel his breath on her neck as he pressed her against the cold metal of the washer.

“Don’t be shy. I’m just trying to have a little fun. I’ll be nice, I promise.” he whispered, his free hand trailing down her side.

Panic surged through her as she stood frozen. (Y/n) squirmed, trying to push him away, but his grip only tightened as he pinned her against the machine, his hand beginning to grope her. Tears welled in her eyes, her mind racing. She felt helpless as the man’s fingers dug into her skin.

“Art…” She choked out in a whisper. “Art?” (Y/n) spoke louder, the man growing confused. “Art!” She finally screeched, eyes squeezed shut as his nose brushed against her neck.

Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door swing open, banging against the wall behind it. (Y/n) barely registered it, her mind clouded by fear, but the man didn’t notice either, too focused on the woman in front of him. All of a sudden, in a blur of movement, the pressure on her body vanished.

The man was ripped away from her and (Y/n) gasped for breath. She looked up, her vision blurry with tears, but she could make out the familiar black and white figure of Art, standing over the man like a shadow of death. 

The man looked up at the clown before him, eyes wide with terror as he lay frozen on the floor. Art stepped closer, staring at him a moment longer with his teeth bared. 

The smile he saved for his victims had long since disappeared. His teeth were now bared in pure, unadulterated fury as his shoulders rose and fell with his heavy breathing. 

Art suddenly bent down and snatched up the man’s shirt collar, dragging him effortlessly across the floor before launching him into another wall of machines, denting one in the process. 

The impact drove the air out of the man’s lungs and he coughed, fighting to catch his breath. When he noticed Art start towards him again, he groaned as he tried to crawl away. Two hands grabbed the fabric of his shirt on his back and he was lifted quicker than he could comprehend, then thrown across the floor a second time. His head took the majority of the impact, crashing against the wall behind him. 

As much as the man tried to fight to move, it was useless after the second hit. Every move he made filled him with pain, no doubt bones broken as they stabbed at him through his attempts. 

As much as he knew (Y/n) was traumatized, Art walked past her and dug through his bag as his rage continued to burn, deciding that getting rid of the threat was priority.

He pulled out a scalpel and scissors, slowly walking up to the pathetic figure that was curled up on the floor as he looked up at him, horrified. Art took his time, crouching down beside him as he grinned sadistically and snipped the scissors threateningly, making the man flinch.

“Please,” he whimpered, “I didn’t mean -“ He tried. But Art never gave him the chance.

This time, (Y/n) watched. 

She watched as the skin was peeled and stretched. As blood gushed, exposed muscle and fat molded and sliced through. As hair was pulled and torn off. Bones popping and snapping.

She couldn’t look away. Not after what that man did to her. What he tried to do. Her stomach turned, a lump forming in her throat at the sound of it alone. 

(Y/n) stood frozen, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She didn’t have to say anything. Art already knew. 

Once finished, his piercing green eyes flicked up to meet hers, at last checking to make sure she was okay. The moment they locked gazes, (Y/n) gave a small, shaky nod. 

For a long moment, the laundromat was silent, save for the low rumble of the machines. (Y/n) stood where she was, her hands shaking as she tried to process what had just happened. Art stood and turned to her, his head tilting slightly as if to ask if she was alright.

Without thinking, she rushed towards him, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace despite his bloodied form. His stiff posture relaxed as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. 

For all the darkness that lived in him, (Y/n) felt safe in his arms. He was her protector, her chaos, her partner in the macabre dance of life.

She didn’t say anything, just simply took him in as comfort to ground herself. His grip tightened, and she knew that in his own way, he was telling her she would always be safe with him.

Tag list: @callsignwidow @hoe-for-daddywise

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Pretend

Pairing: Art The Clown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff? Mentions of Killing. Mentions of Groping!

Word Count: 2,366

Summary: After encountering a creep at a Halloween party, you try to walk home, only to be followed by him, but luckily you run into Art.

A/N: I literally thought about this last night and wrote it the next day. Hope You Enjoy!

It was your favorite holiday.

Halloween.

The night where almost any girl can dress slutty and not be shamed. This year you were planning to be a sexy nurse. You've been planning this since last year and you were way too excited.

Not only was your costume gonna be good, but you and your best friend Tara were invited to a party by another friend Dawn, and the host is pretty popular so there'll be a lot of people.

You quickly got dressed, did your hair and make-up before going to Tara for her opinion. “Tare, do I look like a prostitute?” Tara’s head snapped towards you, looking you up and down. “No. You looked like a sexy nurse.”

You two giggled. “Thanks. I wanna look a little slutty, but not too much.” Tara quickly got dressed and the sound of your phone dinging caught your attention.

The cab was here. You had ordered it a couple of minutes prior to getting ready. “Cab’s here, Tara!” You called out grabbing a fake stethoscope.

“You got everything?” Tara asked you as you two walked towards the cab waiting for you both. You nodded your head and y’all were on your way to the party.

The drive was only about 10 minutes, but when you heard the music thumping down the street, you knew the party was gonna be good.

You thanked the driver and exited the car. “You ready?” You breathed out. Tara nodded and took your hand before walking through the door.

There were flashing lights, and the smell of sweat, drinks, and mixed perfume and cologne. You would’ve cringed at the smell, but the party looked so fun, you couldn’t be mad.

“I’mma go find Dawn. Stay here.” Tara yelled to you. You opened your mouth to tell her you would come with, but she was already gone. You sighed, standing in the corner, looking around at everyone. Most girls were dressed as something slutty like a cop, or bunny while the guys came as themselves.

As you scanned the room, studying people, you didn’t notice a man coming from your left. He had a determined look on his face as he walked up to you. You only noticed when you saw his figure in your peripheral vision.

“Hey sexy nurse.” You slightly cringed at his voice as you turned to look at him. It sounded like a pair of smoker’s lungs, yet, he looked so young!

“Hi.” You shyly responded. You already don’t want to talk to this guy and here he was trying to make conversation with you. “Saw you and your friend come in, and I knew I had to come over and talk to you. Can I buy you a drink?” You let out an awkward laugh, giving him a fake smile.

“Awe, no thanks.” You politely decline. He was quickly taken back at your words. “Oh, come on, you don’t even know my name! It’s Tony, what’s yours?” You ignored his question, not really wanting to give him your name.

Luckily you were saved by Tara as she came back. She noticed Tony and looked at you. You blinked three times really fast. It was a little code you two made up for when you want to get out of awkward situations.

She instantly caught on, grabbing your wrist. “She’s not interested, sorry.” She said, dragging you away from the creep. You let out a sigh of relief as you two reached Dawn who was at the bar and already had 3 shots in less than 10 minutes.

“Oh hey, Y/n! Saw you were getting real cozy with that guy. Who is he?” You shrugged your shoulders, looking back only to catch him staring at you. “I dunno? Some guy name Tony. He was trying to buy me a drink or something. He thought I was hot, but I turned him down.”

Tara nodded, looking at the guy as well. “He smelled like cigarettes and his teeth was yellow.” Y’all’s faces scrunched up in disgust.

If you know you’re going to a party, at least try and look good.

“Ew, let’s just forget about him. Hey man, get me 3 more shots!” Dawn demanded the guy who was near the drinks. It was time to let loose a little.

You, Dawn, and Tara had some more drinks before deciding to go out on the dance floor when a Brittany Spears song came on. “Oh shit, this is my song! Let’s go Y/n!” Dawn said, getting up and grabbing you. She knew Tara wasn't the dancer of the group.

At first you two danced together, but you did a small spin and she was gone. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Where did she go? You looked at the dancing bodies and saw her dancing with some random guy.

Well there goes dancing with friends.

You were about to leave the dance floor and go back to Tara, but the feeling of two hands on your hips made you freeze. “Don’t go yet, let’s dance.” The raspy voice whispered in your ear. It was clearly Tony.

You quickly spun around looking at him in disgust. “Ew, hell no! Don’t touch me.” Tony chuckled dryly. “Why are you playing so hard to get? Your friend is clearly occupied with a man, so why can’t you be?” You shook your head at his words.

“Not with you!” You didn’t wait to hear his answer as you spun on your heel and went back to Tara. Tara was nursing a fruity drink when you came back. “That Tony guy is really getting on my nerves and creeping me out. Y’know he just touched my hips when I was dancing.”

Tara’s eyes grew wide. “He what?” She practically yelled. She stood up, ready to find this Tony guy and put her fists in his face, but you quickly stopped her. “Woah, hey, stop. There’s no need for any of that.” Tara looked back at you, seeing your pleading eyes.

She let out a huff, sitting back down. “Whatever, but the next time he does anything to you. I’m beating his ass.” You smiled, feeling a little more safe. At least someone was gonna stick up for you.

You stayed around Tara for a little while and continued to drink. Dawn is more of a party person out of you three, so not seeing her after that Brittany song isn’t really surprising.

Tara is more calm and protective. She’s like the mother of the group while you were the shy one. You were really quiet unless spoken to.

“Imma go to the bathroom real quick.” You announced, standing up. You pushed through the grinding bodies until you reached the bathroom.

You did your business, and fixed your appearance before opening the door to leave, but as soon as it opened, you were met with the tall figure of Tony.

You harshly gasped, putting a hand on your heart. “Oh fuck, you scared me!” Tony smirked. “Didn’t mean to, maybe I should check your heartbeat.” You couldn’t say anything as his hand came up to your chest, squeezing your left breast.

You gasped, quickly slapping him. “Don’t. fuckin.’ touch me!” Tony hissed, touching his cheek while throwing his head back. “Fuck, I have a huge boner now cause of you. I think you should take care of it. Take care of me, nurse.”

Nasty. That’s all you could think of. What kind of person does this to someone they don’t know. “Sick, nasty, and pathetic, that’s what you are. I’ve already told you 2 times to leave me alone you sick creep! Go find someone else to flirt with and harass!” You scolded him, pushing past his body and into the crowd.

Tony watched with dark eyes as you sped walked to your friend. When you reached Tara you practically had tears in your eyes. “Tara, I think I’m gonna go home.”

She saw your eyes and heard the way your voice cracked, worry taking over her. “Why what happened? If it was that Tony guy, I swear I’m gonna shove his balls so far up his ass, he won’t even be able to-”

You quickly cut her off. “No! It wasn’t him. I’m just not feeling so well. I think I’ve had to much fruity drinks.” Well that excuse was believable. Since you're the shy one of the group and don’t go out much, you’ve clearly drank a little past your limit.

Tara nodded, feeling relieved that Tony wasn’t the reason you were going. “You want me to call you a cab, or walk back with you?” You quickly denied. You were definitely gonna cry on your way back.

“No, stay here with Dawn. You know how bad she gets.” You two shared a small laugh before you left. Since the drive was 10 minutes it would probably take you 20 to walk back.

You quickly started walking down the concrete towards the end of the road. You couldn’t wait to get home, wash your body, and lay down in your shared apartment. You felt much safer there.

You continued to walk, turning the corner when you saw someone come beside you. At first you thought it was Tara, but it was just an old woman. “Excuse me, young lady."

You turned and saw the sweet old lady looking up at you. “I think you're walking too fast for the man behind you. He's been following after you now for 11 minutes. Just wanted to let you know. Happy Halloween!"

You watched as the lady walked fast, humming a Christmas song? Her words were deep in your mind. There was someone following you?

You continued to walk, but carefully looked over your shoulder and that's when you saw him. You could see his face. It was Tony from earlier.

He must've been really pissed because the look on his face looked scary. He looked mad, mouth in a thin line, eyes dark, looking at your form.

Your breath hitched as you realized, your steps growing faster. Then you heard his increase. The heel of his shoes were loud as they slapped against the concrete.

How did you not notice him earlier? So much for being aware of your surroundings!

You felt your heart rate increase as you walked faster. Is this the end? Is this where you die or get kidnapped? Maybe you should’ve let Tara punch him.

As you turned the corner again, the sight of a man dressed in a black and white clown suit caught your attention. He had a black trash bag over his shoulder as he walked out an alleyway.

You thought quickly, slowing your steps. “Babe, there you are!” Art froze, looking over at you. He instantly noticed the fear in your eyes as you looked at him. “I just came from that party. Had some fun, but didn’t feel so good.” You made conversation, but Art stayed quiet looking at you.

You took slow steps as you walked to him. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, making Art freeze. Even though you both had clothes on, you felt so warm. Art dropped his trash bag, hugging you back.

Is he even doing this right?

Only by a little did you feel some fear go away. Weirdly, Art sniffed your hair, the smell of your shampoo hitting his nose. For once he felt at ease. “M-missed you, baby. I was so sad since you couldn’t pick me up.” You said, pulling back from him.

You looked behind you seeing Tony now gone and Art quickly connected everything. You were pretending that he was your boyfriend in order to scare away that creep. The fear in your eyes and the shadow lurking behind you as you practically ran to him told the story.

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes. “Thank you so much for that. That guy was following me for like 10 minutes after I rejected him at a party. He even groped my breast!” Art frowned.

If there’s one thing he didn’t like is someone forcefully pushing themselves on someone.

“Again, thank you so much, and sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” You muttered, looking down at his big clown shoes. Art reached into his trash bag, pulling out a bag of Trail gummy worms. You smiled widely.

“Thank you, this is my favorite candy!” You felt joy erupt in you. You looked back at him. “I’ll get out of your hair- hat now. Have a great Halloween!” Art felt a little sadness in him as he watched you walk away.

Now you feel a little safer going home. You walked faster this time and before you knew it, you reached it. You did what you said you were, taking a shower, having a small dinner, and going to bed, hoping you would forget about all of this.

The next morning you went into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. As you walked into the living room where Tara was on the couch watching a reality TV show, breaking news interrupting it, a groan coming from her.

“Breaking news! A man who police have not identified yet has been found dead at ***** in an alleyway. Police said he was brutally murdered with many different types of weapons and even shot in his private area. We’re not gonna show any images, but the carving of the letters A-R-T spelling Art was found on his chest. If you know any information about this murder or the meaning behind Art, please contact the police.”

Tara winced as she heard the reporter say those things. “God, people are crazy out here.” She said as her show popped back on.

You weren’t really focused on that though. Why did that name seem so familiar?

You put your bowl down on the coffee table and walked back to your room. You looked on your dresser and at the bag of candy you got from the clown. On the back it said ART signed in a black marker with a weird looking heart.

That’s when the realization hit.

You pretended to date a clown who was a killer.