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Is there a specific reason why Junior and Thomas don't like each other?

Thomas and Junior are naturally protective of their territory and especially their family members

I don't think they'll have much time to discuss anything if they see a stranger near HIS child

Moreover, Thomas is clearly traumatized by the fact that he was bullied in shock and he clearly wouldn't want Margaret to experience this, thinking that Babi would bully the poor girl

+ Pearl hates blondes

And what about Junior? I think he has reasons to limit his daughter's communication with the Hewitt family

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He’s just a baby 🤍

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Vincent is not ready for life on the farm...

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my shaylaaaa

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♪ ♫ “𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬„ ♬ ♩

♬ ♪ “𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬„ ♩ ♫

I LOVE THE CLIP FOR THIS SONG, IT INSPIRED ME SO MUCH TO DRAW THIS ART 💥💥💥💥

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i hate this stupid farm,,, ;(

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"OC Vincent and Bo Sinclair" base color commission requested by Anon.

🟢 Commissions Open

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art the clown x reader | bringing in the new year with a bang 🔞

spontaneously started writing this earlier after taking a nap 😄 unfortunately it's pretty short compared to my other works 😒 new year's eve with boyfriend art, with some fluff and romantic missionary fucking 😏😫 really the only warning is minor knifeplay and brief blood and death mentions

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it was the last day of the year, the clichéd time when everyone wants to change everything about themselves, to evolve to someone different, better. it's a introspective time, when one looks back at the past year and ahead to the next year with hope and anticipation that only ends up lasting about a week or two, at most. you didn't bother making any resolutions for the coming year, you just knew you wanted to keep enjoying your life along side your boyfriend, art.

you'd met him this year, and it was the best thing that's happened to you - not only this year, but in the last few years.

when you'd returned home to his lair from the store earlier, art had surprised you with a little celebratory set up: a bottle of expensive champagne, two crystal champagne flutes, two paper party hats, and a "happy new year" banner taped to the wall that art wrote "let's have a killer year" over top with something that suspiciously looked like blood.

you wondered fleetingly what unfortunate soul had to die for him to acquire this haul of items.

as midnight soon approached you'd turned on art's tv to play new year's coverage, the staticky reception and low volume so it's like white noise in the background.

you walked back to where art was waiting for you, having filled both glasses with bubbly. though champagne wasn't your usual drink of choice, you would partake if the occasion called for it, like spending a romantic night in with your boyfriend.

you clinked glasses with him, both of you drinking, you watched him, giving his body a glance up and down over the rim of your glass. no doubt art had noticed, a knowing twinkle coming to his eye, a sexy smirk spreading across his mouth.

your attention is drawn to the television as the countdown to midnight begins. art gives a surprised gaping expression, taking both your glasses and placing them on his work bench table.

when it reached midnight, art slapped his hands excitedly and grinned, knowing it means you'd share a midnight kiss.

you smile at him, so endeared your heart aches, and when he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, 'auld lang syne' playing softly in the background, the moment is so tender and perfect, you nearly swoon in his embrace when his arms wrap around you.

the kisses get more passionate, your hands wandering over his clown costume, and soon he carries you to the bed in the corner, stripping you both of your clothes.

he winds up lying on the bed, with you on top of him, kissing down his beautiful slender, pale body. you pause at his tummy, sitting up and grabbing your pocket knife from the bedside table.

you nick a small cut to your upper chest, squeezing the flesh together so that the blood will appear. art's eyes widen while he leans up to lick and suck the blood away, his hands gripping your hips to gently push you off him and onto the bed. he gets on top of you, the full weight of him making you feel safe underneath him.

he grabs his fully hardened cock, stroking quickly a few times before he pushes inside you, the familiar nearly painful stretch of your pussy around his fat girth sending sparks throughout you already. art was the best fuck you'd ever had, his demon clown cock satisfying you like nothing ever could.

"yes, baby, come on," your hands on his shoulder and back, pressing kisses to the base of his throat and up his neck.

he keeps his face close to yours as he thrusts quickly, the wet slap of skin-on-skin almost as loud as your moans and whines for art. your legs wrap tighter around his waist, the slight change to the angle of his thrusts making motion of his cock in and out of you all the more sweeter, the drag of his shaft pulling against your swollen clit, the piston of his hips pushing so deep inside you, his upward curved cock hitting your g-spot each time.

you are both so close to unraveling, you can feel it in the way his thrusts start to become less coordinated, and you clench around him helplessly wanting to come, desperately wanting to milk every drop of cum from him, to make him feel as fucking good as he's making you feel.

when he comes, mouth dropping with a silent moan you watch for as long as you can before your own orgasm grips you moments later. everything turns black, your mind going blank as your whole body shakes in glorious awe, like fireworks being set alight and rocketing up to illuminate the night sky. when you come back to yourself, you stare up at art and he smiles back at you, the type of smile you know is reserved for you alone. if this was the best thing that happened to you all year, it still would be one of the greatest nights of your life - just like every night you've spent with art.

you hold his face and lean up to kiss him. "happy new year, baby."

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please like, reblog and/or comment, i'd really appreciate it. thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

© clownyclaushoe 2024

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i hauve a cold

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Bubba's birthday party 🥳

I have a sweet hc story where Dillon my oc throws Bubba a birthday party, I know he would be so happy and excited about it, she makes him a cake x

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Yes, again Modern AU

My headcanon is that Tommy is the boss in rhythm games 🎶

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They're married 💍

BONUS:

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Oops 🤭

Please if anyone else wants to draw them together tag me to make me happy 😭🎻

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An attack by a tiny woman with an axe!!!!

I LOVE this ship.

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Art the Clown

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I love Art sm ♡ I can't wait to watch Terrifier 3 soon!

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hiiiii terrifier fandom heres some festive arts for u.. funfact.. my birthday is on christmas.. so merry birthday to me🌲🎁

merry christmas to those who celebrate and happy holidays in general!! everyone have a great winter break☃️🌲

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