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lussiane333 · 1 year

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Any random nsfw headcanons of art the clown?

Yes!!

Art the Clown headcanons

Art is fucked up and a sadist, you're in for something 👀

Well you gotta admit that he has his creative side :D

Broken glass everywhere? Your cutlery is gone and you can't find some other things? He is crafting!

Gift giver.

Expect him to give you a beautiful ring! On a chopped off hand..

He would make something for you too.

A crooked paper flower a with blood on it! How beautiful!

What do you mean you don't think it will look good on the kitchen table???

He doesn't care. It will be there.

This mf LOVES blood!

Oh you're on your period? He knows. He can somehow literally smell it.

No, he won't leave you alone on your period, but he will be more gentle with you.

Still fucks you every day.. He loves the sight of his bloody cock between your thighs.

He would eat you out too. No discussion needed.

Licks and kisses all over your body.

Your home will turn into a slaughterhouse with him living with you.

I just know he would make someone watch you two fucking.

Mr. is a showman!

He is obsessed with you and wants to protect you.

Just imagine you had a really bad day.. And someone at work made it even worse.

They could have insulted you or did everything possible to make your day harder.

Yeah, think twice before mentioning it to Art. He will bring you the person's heart and tongue in a box. Oh, and you're keeping it!

Don't even ask how he found that person, Mr. Clown has his ways.

Stalking you is his hobby.

You're doing groceries, thinking what will you make for dinner, you turn your head to the window and of course, Art. Grinning and waving at you.

Alright he is a big weirdo, but with his S/O? I mean he loves you!

In his own way...

But you're HIS treasure so, expect some nice moments too.

Art coming home to you.. All bloody, angry, annoyed.

He's not even grinning like he usually does it's just.. Blank, emotionless face.

He walks into the living room and just stands there, waiting for you to notice him.

When you do he's still not grinning, just looking at you. He doesn't even register you talking to him.

His mind is off, empty at the moment.

He walks over to you, pushes you down onto the couch and lays on top you.

Well that's how you'll be for good 2 hours.

His head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, not moving at all.

It calms him down.

And you better scratch his back and whisper things to him or he won't leave you alone all day.

We all know what's going to happen later..

Slow grinding against you.. his hot breath on your neck.. and as you wrap your legs around him, he's already ripping everything off you.

He is quiet through it all, but his faces are the real voice here.

He prefers to be the one in control, always.

Even if you ride him, you ride him his way.

As I mentioned, he's quiet but if you watch closely you'll see his stomach trembling when he's cumming.

You know what they say, save a carousel horse, ride a clown instead ;)

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horrorwhores-posts · 1 year

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Halloween haze

Summary: you lose your boyfriend at a Halloween party and things get a little hazy.

word count: 2,605

warnings: SMUT (minors do not interact), plot before porn, gore, murder, infidelity.

Authors notes: first time ever writing smut so if it bad please let me know 🥹

Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. Dressing up, whether it be spooky or sexy, was always fun. This year my boyfriend decided to take me to one of his frat parties to celebrate with booze and music. I waded through the crowd of tightly packed bodies, balancing my drink above my head to keep it from spilling. When I was finally free from the mob of drunk party goers I smoothed down my skirt. Today I was dressed pretty simply, just a black tutu, a white crop top with a bow tie, and clown makeup adoring my face. It was the easiest thing I could muster at the last minute. I made my way back to where I left my boyfriend, before I went to get my drink. The spot where he was sitting on the couch was empty and I scanned the bodies around me to see if I could see him. Slightly tipsy and not minding my step I accidentally bumped into a hard, warm body. My hand gripped onto a white, satiny costume to try and balance myself despite my spinning vision. I craned my neck up the tall figure to see a fellow black and white clown. His costume is a lot more intricate than my own. I finally looked at his face and he smiled down at me with a big smile.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. But hey, at least we’re matching.” I giggle my last words as I let go of his costume. His smile seemed to widen as he gestured to himself and then back at me, giving me a thumbs up. I drunkenly giggle again before I ask my next question. “Hey have you um- seen my boyfriend? He’s brunette, dressed as the Grim reaper. He was just over there.” I gesture over to where he was sitting on the couch. “But now he’s gone.” I look back at my fellow clown companion with the best puppy eyes I could muster. The clown frowned at my face before shrugging his shoulders and clasping his hands behind his back. I huffed with annoyance. Not at my new friend of course, but at my boyfriend who was notorious for ditching me and showing up out of nowhere an hour later with a plausible excuse. “Well..” I sighed. “Thanks anyway, if you see him tell him to find me, alright?” I looked at the clown expectantly. He placed his palm to his forehead in a salute and marched away. I giggled as we parted ways.

Continuing my hunt for my boyfriend, I found myself on the second floor with the bedrooms, bodies pressed against the walls in feverious making out. My eyes landed on my boyfriend’s room, the door was shut and I could see his red light emanating from under the door. My stomach sank even in my drunken state. I was VERY familiar with that red light, with all the nights I spent under and on top of him. Everything started to spin as I got closer to the door, the cold metal of the knob nipped at my hot skin. With a shuddering breath, I twisted my wrist, cracking the door just a smidge. I could hear faint moaning and the sound of skin slapping skin. I closed my eyes as I leaned towards to crack, praying silently that I was overthinking. With one last shaking breath I willed myself to open my eyes. My world came crashing down as I confirmed it was him. I know that head full of brown mussed hair, those broad shoulders, and that big tattoo on his back. My eyes watered as I fought back the urge to sob, or to wretch, I’m not fully sure. As I backed away from the door my body collided with a familiar body. I craned up and saw the clown from before. He frowned at the crack in the door and finally back at my tear stained face. He gently caressed the side of my face, his thumb wiping my tears away. The surprising act of kindness caused the dam to break behind my eyes. A sob ripped from my chest as I roughly pushed past my new found friend, running to get as far away from the scene as possible.

Before I knew it I found myself in the backyard, on my hands and knees, gagging into the grass. The cry’s that came from me were almost animalistic, as a crowd gathered around me. A body gently kneeled next to my shivering body and wrapped a thick, heavy object around my shoulders. I looked up through wet lashes and saw Trevor. My boyfriend’s best friend. He gave me a look of pity and understanding as he gently rubbed my shoulders in a reassuring manner.

“Come on, leave the girl alone!…” he barked as he picked me up and made his way through the crowd. “Get out of my way!” He pushed us through the crowd and led me away from the wandering eyes. We ended up in a little gazebo surrounded by tall, dense bushes that provided us the isolation we needed. Gently placing me on the bench, he sat next to me and gently rubbed my back. My crying had died down to sniffles, gazing at the ground. Trevor moved his hand away from my back and I heard him shuffle around for a little bit until I heard the unmistakable sound of a lighter click. Before I could fully register there was a cigarette in my line of sight. With quivering hands I grasped into the small stick and brought it to my chapped lips. Inhaling the smoke deeply, I felt the familiar burn at the back of my throat. “How long.” I felt my raw voice croak. I felt Trevor tense next to me and I slowly moved my head to look at him. He sighed and shook his head. “You don’t want to know.” I felt my heartbreak even more and something bubbled in me. Taking a drag, I tried to calm my nerves but I couldn't help the question that came out of my mouth. “Has it been the same bitch?” I asked him, a hint of anger lacing my words. He looked up from his fidgeting hands in surprise and when he made eye contact he knew I was playing. “At first, no. But he’s been consistently seeing this one girl lately.”

“Lately.” I chuckled in disbelief, taking a puff of my cigarette.

“Yeah. A freshman, Cassidy smith. He’s been fucking her for three months now.” He murmured. Something about that sentence stoked the fire in my chest. I took a final hit of my nicotine stick before throwing it down the ground. I stood and pretty much marched back to the house, completely ignoring Trevor’s pleas to come back and not to go in. My chest heaved as I walked through the back door, my rage spiked as I looked around the crowd. I must have looked feral because all the eyes I met had fear laced through them. I stomped towards and up the stairs with a passion. Once again I was face to face with my boyfriend’s bedroom. The same red light was glowing around the border of the door. I debated on pounding and screaming on the wood, or just barging in. Deciding on the latter I gripped the handle and pushed the door open. “You stupid son of a-“ My eyes finally focused on the scene in front of me, and all the rage drained from me. The only emotion I was left with was terror as I slowly backed away from the horrid sight in front of me. My boyfriend, or what was left of him, was laying on the ground. His head resembled ground beef and his body was mutilated, his arms were broken at the elbows and one of his legs was crushed. His stomach was gutted open and his insides were spread out everywhere. Even some of his intestines hug from the ceiling fan. Still backing up, I heard the door shut behind me. I jumped and turned to see my new friend. His black and white Silhouette was covered in blood and his face was emotionless. He stepped towards me and I took an unconscious step back.

“Did you do this?” I asked cautiously. He smiled and opened his hands out in a tada motion. My head was reeling with a lot of different emotions as the clown stood in front of me, his smile faltering as I stayed silent. His eyes lit up and he stuck a finger out towards me, telling me to wait. He turned and fumbled around until he finally turned to me, his hands clasped around something. He knelt down on one knee and opened his hands to reveal his gift. In his large palm sat a severed female finger, with a beautiful pearl ring adoring it. “For me?” I asked in shock, my hand flying to my chest, feeling my heart beat rapidly. He nodded enthusiastically and then finally looked at the gift himself. Scrunching his eyebrows together he tried removing the ring from the finger, but it seemed to be stuck. Anger flashed on his face as he stuck the digit into his mouth and yanked back. That seemed to cause the ring to dislodge and he spit the phalange onto the floor. The pearl band sat in his large hand, sticking my left hand out, he slid it onto my ring finger. Before standing back to his full height he gave my hand a gentle kiss. I felt a blush creep over my face as I shyly hung my head, looking at the ring on my finger.

I felt a large hand softly stroke my cheek, slowly dipping down to my chin, pulling it up to look at the man in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as he bent over to my height. His dark eyes were swirling with emotion, and his long nose lightly tapped against mine. I let out a breathy chuckle and his shoulders shook with a silent laugh. I finally closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his. They were surprisingly soft as our lips melded together. I felt the man let go of my face and slowly let his hands travel down my sides.

His hands halted on my hips, deeply kneading the skin there. The kiss deepened as I softly whined into his mouth. Our tongues danced as his hands slipped from my hips down to the swell of my ass, roughly grasping it, lifting me to his height. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my legs went around his waist, moaning as he lifted me like I was weightless. He broke the kiss with a smirk as he quickly turned and pressed my body against the cold wall. A shiver wracked up my spine as he pinned me there, his arms braced on either side of my head with his thigh bracing me up, and meeting with my thinly covered core. I needily ground my hips down as I whined. The friction caused my sensitive clit to throb. The clown in front of me watched me with his full attention. His mouth hung open as his hand slowly moved from the wall, sneaking up underneath my top and grabbing onto my bare breast. His thumb swiped over my nipple right as my clit rubbed perfectly against his leg, and my orgasm came to me in waves. The clown muffled the loud moan that escaped me by crashing his lips against mine, continuing to tweak my nipple to help me ride out my high as my hips slowly stopped jerking against him. Breathing heavily, I slumped against the wall as he grabbed my ass, lifting me up yet again. My arms limply supported myself as he turned back around and started walking. After a few steps he came to a halt, and I suddenly felt the sensation of falling.

I landed on something soft and wet. Realizing the clown dropped me on to my boyfriend's blood soaked bed, I felt another wave of want flow straight to my core. I perched myself on my arms as I looked at the black and white clad man in front of me. His smirk grew as he watched my eyes follow his hand down to the very noticeable tent in his outfit. His head was thrown back as he palmed himself over the satin material of his costume. My legs slowly widened for him as my cunt clenched around nothing. He looked back at me with hooded eyes and watched as I slowly slid my panties to the side. I dipped my fingers into a puddle of blood that was next to me; the thick slime coating them. I watched the man in front of me, his eyes locking onto my hand as I slowly led my fingers back to my aching cunt. The cold liquid caused me to close my eyes and hiss in pleasure as I dragged my fingers around my still tender bud. The sound of ripping fabric caught my attention, suddenly looking back at the clown. There was a new hole on his costume and his hard dick poked through. It was red, hard (almost pulsing), long and curved. My mouth watered and he gripped the base and slowly stroked his length. Precum dripped from the tip as he leant over me, slowly dragging his tip through my slit. I fell onto my back as his head nudged my clit, moaning embarrassingly loud. Slowly trailing back down, his tip sat at my entrance. I locked eyes with him and whispered out a breathy “please”, he slowly slipped into me. My eyes rolled back with my mouth hung open, he stilled as he was fully seated inside me. His hand gripped the back of my neck and yanked it up a bit. My eyes fluttered open and he looked back at me, almost as if waiting for the go ahead.

“Fuck me.” I almost commanded the man as a sinister smile broke out across his face. His hands immediately gripped my hips with a bruising strength, and snapped his hips out of me. With the tip barely still inside me, his dick snapped back into me. I yelped as he continued the fast and brutal pounding, the tip of his dick dragging right against that special spot, causing me to see stars. The knot in my stomach continued to tighten as the sound of my wet pussy taking him filled the room. Tears fell out of the corner of my eyes as my mind melted into pleasure. I could feel my knuckles turning white with how hard I was gripping the sticky sheets below me, almost at the brink or my climax. I suddenly felt a tight grip on my throat as my oxygen and blood supply was cut off. The room started spinning as I felt my pussy clench him with a vice grip. My orgasm crashed through my body as my vision blurred and my pulse pumped in my temples. I clawed at his arm as his hips stuttered and I felt him cum inside me. Finally his hand released its grip from my neck and I heaved a breath into my burning lungs. His large figure laid limp over my body and I felt sleep overtake me. As I curled up under his warm body like a blanket, I finally felt protected and at peace.

#art the clown #terrifier 2 #david howard thornton #slashers #terrifier movie #art the clown x reader #art fan fiction #terrifier x reader #terrifier art the clown #terrifier smut #art the clown smut

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ogromnaya-davilka · 4 months

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#horror #art #artists on tumblr #slasher movies #terrifier fanart #terrifier 2 #terrifier movie #terrifier

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haillarry · 1 year

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#terrifier 2 #terrifier movie #art the clown #david howard thornton #horror

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swagatron9 · 1 year

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You Dress Up In A Scandalous Outfit For Halloween

Pairings: Michael Myers, Art The Clown x fem!reader, Bo Sinclair

Michael Myers:

When Michael finds you in a vampire costume with everything a little too short and tight, he stares. That’s what he does at first, with his head tilted to the side, his eyes follow your movement.

It was almost like he was assessing you, the way that he stalked close to you with slow, taunting steps. You felt like prey being hunted by a predator with the way that Michael circled you. "I thought I would go trick or treating tonight." You said quietly. "Do you like my outfit?" You asked with an exaggerated smile.

Michael didn't allow for any other words to be said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. It wouldn't take long for Michael to get to your bedroom, where you were thrown down onto the bed. A night trick or treating and a night hunting could wait for another year. You're also going to need a new costume.

Art The Clown:

Art is a man of absolutely zero words, but his expressions are enough for you to know what he's thinking. You had been planning your outfit for a while now and today was finally Halloween. In a black and white clown costume similar to Art's costume, you admire yourself in the mirror. You start with the heeled black boots that come up to below your knees, paired with black fishnets. A garter could only be seen beneath the almost completely see-through black skirt made from lace. The body suit you wore was skin-tight and showed enough cleavage to appeal to Art. You wait quietly behind Art as he was distracted at his bench; when he doesn't realize that you are there, you call out his name. "Art." His head whips around, and immediately, his eyes are widening. His jaw drops as his gaze lands on the costume you are wearing. "What do you think?" You ask as you give him a twirl.

His face morphs into one of excitement as he smirks at you. You chuckle as he begins to do different poses that he expects you to copy.

You can't help but smile as you mimic the poses he's doing, and he pretends to take photos with his fingers.

Bo Sinclair:

You went for a little less scary and a lot more seductive with the costume you decided to wear this Halloween; you figured since nobody actually lived in Ambrose, it didn't matter what you would wear. You knew that Lester was out in some other town collecting the necessities that you needed and that Vincent would be spending the next few days working on his future projects in the basement.

When you heard Bo downstairs, you touched up your lipstick before walking down the steps. The sound of your heels alerted Bo, who was playing a game of pool on his own.

Bo let out a whistle when he turned around and saw the playboy bunny costume that you were wearing. Everything was perfect, from the all-too-tight bodysuit paired with fishnets. "Now, this is what I like," Bo mumbled as you spun around to show your entire costume.

"I figured since I can't actually go trick or treating, I could wear something a little bit..."

"Fuckin' sexy." He placed the stick down and approached you; his hands were on your body in an instant.

Bo turned you around and pulled your body into his as he pushed your hair out of the way to place sloppy kisses against your neck. "You got any other costumes like this?" His words came out slurred as he wouldn't allow for his lips to leave your skin for too long.

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l0v3lett3r · 7 months

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🩷 You Can Be Anything 🩷

#art the clown #terrifier #terrifier 2 #terrifier movie #terrifier 2 movie #terrifier fanart #art the clown fanart #digital art #horror #horror fanart #scary movie #horror movie fanart #slasher #barbie

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bebx · 9 months

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When Art the Clown lights Vecna up

I think it’d be an epic battle if they met, actually

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bonesmarinated · 1 year

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Oh, ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for In this corner, weighing 135 pounds With a record of 17 vehicular manslaughter, 400 assaults, and 16 murders The undisputed, most diabolical villain in Miles County Art the Clown!

#art the clown #terrifier art the clown #terrifier 2 #terrifier movie #slasher #i have a lot of fun drawing this outfit

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mu-na · 2 months

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art the clown

#art the clown #terrifier #terrifier movie #terrifier 2 #terrifier 2022 #slasher #slasher movie #art #cw: gore #gore #blood #fanart #damien leone #terrifier 3 #David Howard Thornton

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lussiane333 · 9 months

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I am cravin for more Art the clown x reader tis lately, are you available making request. if not, understandable. I dont mind smut involved. i wanna see art x reader when theyre on period

This is filth.. I absolutely love it. Not sure if you had something like this in your mind or I just made it filthy.. But I loved writing this.

Warnings for those who might be sensitive to this stuff:

Blood, period blood, smut..

And before texting me how disgusting I am, I already know, no need to remind me ❤️ No but seriously. I usually don't put warnings or anything to my fics, but now I feel like I should 👀 So.. read at your own risk!

Bloody Kisses

Trail of bloody kisses going all the way from your wet cunt, to your stomach, neck and mouth.

Yes. He would kiss you and make you taste your own period blood.

So disgusting that he wants you to suck him off like that. He also wants to cum in your mouth, seeing you swallow his white cum along with blood.. That does something to him.

Art loves the feeling of his cock feeling so warm inside of you.

Not only when you're on your period. It's not just about the pleasure, when he is inside of you it's intimate for him, revealing himself to you and you only. The blood is a bonus, It's more fun and he can be very funny.. ;)

The sight of your blood smeared all around, covering your thighs, his hands and mouth, yours too, the bedsheets..

Oh, and when he is done with you? He will dip his finger into your blood and write 'ART WAS HERE' right above your cunt.

After the session, he is admiring how beautiful you look.. So sore, panting, dirty with his cum mixed with blood. You want to go shower? Not a chance. Art wants to observe, he's really proud of his.. Artwork...

How he wishes it was someone else's blood.. His absolute fantasy is to fuck you in front of victim(s) he already massacred / are still alive (barely), looking at you two with pure disgust and hate. So if you two didn't yet, it is bound to happen.

Although, I don't think he would be 10000% comfortable if parts of his body were revealed in front of someone else WHILE he fucks you, because as I stated before it's intimate for him. But it's Art that we're talking about here, so he probably wouldn't care at all. He just feels proud of having someone that is somewhat like him. At least in this sphere..

Art has this weird thing.. When something is dirty, you clean it right? He loves watching things go from dirty to all nice and clean. Same goes with you. You're showering and he is standing there, grinning. He will watch how the bloody water is vanishing into the drainer and your skin looking all soft and clean. (Perfect to ruin and mark all over again) He feels so satisfied.

After that, he will clean himself too and then accopany you to where you are.

He will give you the look.. I'm telling you, he really likes doing this to you. He will lift his eyebrows, eye you up and down, massage your belly...

Wanna go again? 😏

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