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

Summary - (Y/n) has always dealt with harsh criticism when it came to her work, but that never meant she was immune.

Notes - Sorry for the wait for a new post! I decided that weekends will be my off days from writing to preserve my sanity 💀

Word Count - 2,031

Warning(s) - Bullying, violence, mild gore

Song Inspiration -

Acsida - Privet Privet 2009

(Y/n)’s small living room was dimly lit by soft, flickering candlelight, casting shadows across the walls that seemed to stretch and twist in strange patterns as her TV hummed in the background. She sat on the floor, legs outstretched as her back leaned against the couch, absentmindedly working on a small canvas resting on her lap. 

Art lounged on the couch behind her, his head tilted as he silently browsed through channels, glancing down at (Y/n) and her work occasionally. His now pristine hand played with her hair mindlessly, combing his fingers through it as he found the texture satisfying. 

(Y/n) didn’t mind, though. It made her aware of his otherwise silent presence, which she had come to call home. It soothed her and kept her relaxed as she worked. 

Through their time together, they soon found that regardless of nearly being polar opposites, her more calm and reserved demeanor greatly complimented his boldness and chaos. Their shared interest in death was what drew them to each other, but everything else just seemed to perfectly fall into place for them. 

Art surprisingly came to respect her personality as she respected his. It was refreshing for him, in a way, which he never thought was even possible until she proved him otherwise. 

It started out as curiosity, wanting to understand how someone with such interests could be so tame. That curiosity then grew into an obsession, taking note of her smallest behaviors. Whether it was the way her nose twitched when she didn’t like something, or simply her breathing patterns. He knew everything there was to know about her. 

She dabbed her brush into a deep crimson, dragging it across the canvas in harsh, deliberate strokes. (Y/n) could feel Art’s gaze lingering on the piece, and for a moment, she wondered what ran through his head when he saw her art. 

“You like it?” She asked, her voice soft and curious. 

Art didn’t respond with words, as usual. Instead, he sat up, his silent movements almost ghostly as he leaned over her shoulder. His head cocked from one side to the other as he carefully observed the piece. He then grinned with a thumbs up, patting her shoulder in approval. She placed her free hand over his.

“Thanks.” (Y/n) giggled.

“I just don’t understand how someone would  think it’s appropriate to ever publicize something like that.” 

The laughter stopped, both of them looking up to the TV screen settled on a talk show. 

“I mean, think of the children! They could run into it on the internet and be traumatized and need therapy.” 

(Y/n)’s gaze hardened, heart beginning to race as she took in their insults. She chewed her lip as she watched, nearly drawing blood.

“Trust me, I don’t think they’re the only ones who need therapy -“ 

The channel suddenly changed, remote in Art’s hand as he frowned at the screen and waved it off in distaste. He then looked down at (Y/n) who began to calmly clean up her area. 

Too calmly. 

She stood up, taking her supplies with her as she made her way to the sink to clean everything off. His eyes followed her carefully, paying attention to every minor difference or change. As soon as he caught her mouth twitch he rose from the couch. 

He walked over to her, or rather stalked, and slapped a hand on the counter beside the sink as he faced her, leaning against it. She didn’t look at him until she was finished cleaning, drying her hands and giving him her best smile, albeit fake. 

His grin was wide, encouraging, and he motioned for her to do the same with his fingers. When she didn’t and simply giggled half heartedly, his smile dropped and he tapped his chin in thought. 

Art’s expression then turned mischievous, baring his teeth again with a Cheshire smile as his hands slowly reached for her, his fingers wiggling menacingly. 

“No.” (Y/n) pleaded at first, taking a hesitant step back. “No - Art!”

She shrieked when he snatched her, holding her against him as he tickled her relentlessly. He laughed silently as she squirmed and cackled, using all of her strength to try and worm her way out of his grip, but they both knew he was far too strong for such a feat. 

“Okay! Art, I’m fine - I’m okay now!” The clown stopped tickling, but still held her. He peeked his head from around her to watch her face to determine if she was lying or not. 

As (Y/n) caught her breath, she looked up at Art with the usual glimmer in her eye that he so adored and he firmly nodded before letting her go. 

She sighed dramatically and he wiped his hands off together proudly, giving her an ‘ok’ symbol with a wink and heading back to the couch with a pep in his step. 

(Y/n) shook her head in exasperation, rubbing at her temple before following him. 

The following day, they both worked in silence at their hideout. Art sat at his workbench, tinkering away while (Y/n) sat on the floor against the stove beside the desk, filtering through her photos on her camera. A small radio played in the background, (Y/n) humming to a familiar song every now and then while Art nodded along with her. 

It was one of their calmer nights, the two of them deciding not to go out and to simply spend time with each other, even if it was just sitting in the other’s company. 

(Y/n) saw Art’s hand motion for her in her peripherals, looking up at him finally. He pointed to her then to the stool left unused, then to the floor and flung his hand out as an exasperated question. 

“I’m comfortable, Art, I promise.” 

(Y/n) giggled when his head ticked at her stubbornness. He then pointed back at the stool aggressively, and then next to the edge of the desk with a determined expression. 

“You want me to be closer to you?” Art nodded and she laughed. “Well why didn’t you just say that?” 

She nearly snorted as she stood up when Art threw out it arms, silently telling her ‘what the fuck?’. She brought the stool over to his desk and sat on top of it, camera in hand for her to resume what she had previously been doing. 

Her laughter died down to a chuckle. “You know I love teasing you, I hardly ever get to.” (Y/n) reached out and gave his hand a quick squeeze. Art rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her before turning back to continue modifying one of his weapons. 

“I personally think she’s just trying to use shock value to get some traction on her work.”

Their ears caught as they continued to work, however Art glanced over at (Y/n) every now and then. 

“She’s trying so hard to shove it down our throats for attention when it’s nothing more than glorified gore.”

“Be glad I don’t shove something else down your throats…” (Y/n) grumbled to herself, the initial pain of their insults gradually seeping through into anger and irritability. 

The clown’s movements froze at her words as he stared at the desk in front of him with parted lips. 

With however long they had been together, not once had he heard her threaten another person, regardless if it was empty or not. She had always kept quiet and to herself when met with confrontation while he was the one who dealt with it accordingly. At least, what he considered to be accordingly. 

Art slowly shifted his eyes over to look at her, seeing her click the buttons on her camera casually as if she never said anything. 

And for once, he wondered if he was going crazy. 

He then looked back at the weapon in front of him, glanced at her once more, then slowly went back to working. 

One night, however, they decided to go out once they began to feel a sense of boredom, something they both passionately detested. 

Feeling particularly clingy, (Y/n) took to latching herself onto Art’s arm rather than just holding his hand. He gladly accepted it, throwing her a giddy smile and practically shaking with excitement. 

As they walked, (Y/n) noticed how much more comfortable she had become walking out in public. Art fed into her confidence, deliberately or not, and she held her head higher. He made her feel appreciated, feel important in a world where all she had before him was herself and the captious stares of those around her.

On the more rare occasions where she walked out on the town by herself to grab a bite to eat or restock on supplies, she crawled back into herself ever so slightly. Regardless, she was still more self-assured than she previously had been. 

“Maybe something with feet? I feel like I don’t focus on feet enough.” (Y/n) thought out. 

Art simply listened from beside her, genuinely intrigued and in his own thoughts about what he could do with his next victim - or victims - for her. 

She gasped suddenly and Art, ever the dramatic, jumped with a surprised expression. “A mouth!” (Y/n) looked over at him with an animated expression. 

Art tilted his head at her with his eyebrows raised, letting her know that he agreed. 

“Mouth it is tonight.” The clown wiggled his eyebrows at her perversely and she lightly backhanded his chest. 

“Oh shit, are you (Y/n)?” They heard a somewhat distant voice express. Ahead of them, a woman leaned against a wall, phone in hand as she waited beside a small food joint. 

Art and (Y/n) shared a suspicious look, continuing to walk until they were close enough to decently communicate. “Yes?” She answered with caution. 

Art made a simple decision from beside her, accepting the woman’s unwilling offer that was too easy to pass as he set down his bag while they talked. “This is so weird seeing you in person. I always hear about you but never thought I’d actually meet you!” 

(Y/n)’s eyes squinted with confusion, unsure of where the interaction was going to lead to. “Thanks? Like is that supposed to be a compliment?” She replied warily, almost irritably. 

“Oh no, I’m not a fan or anything, it’s just weird finally seeing someone you hear about a lot.” (Y/n) deadpanned, a familiar feeling of distaste building in her abdomen. 

Art, however, rather than growing defensive and upset, looked over at her curiously, letting the conversation work itself out with underlying mischief.

“It’s like if you met Jeffrey Dahmer in person, you’d just look at them like what the fuck, because of the shit they’ve done, y’know?” 

(Y/n)’s tongue ran along the inside of her cheek, casually looking over at the clown’s bag on the ground. As the woman continued to ramble, (Y/n) stepped over to it and began to search through its contents.

Art’s eyes widened, a grin spreading wide across his painted face in anticipation. “Like if the word edgy was a person -“ 

The woman was cut off as a shot echoed through the town. 

Art watched as the woman slid off of the wall and thumped onto the ground, then eased his eyes to look over at (Y/n). 

Arm straight out, the gun in her hand pointed at the bleeding woman with an indifferent expression, then lowered with a heavy sigh as she turned to toss it back into his bag after turning on the safety.

“I’m tired of this shit.” She mumbled to herself and rubbed at her forehead then looked up at Art. “Sorry. Let’s go find someone else for you.” 

Art was rigid where he stood, staring at her with an intensity that began to pull her out of her vexed state. He took a step towards her with predatory intent, grabbing the back of her neck and tugging her into him, their lips crashing together unexpectedly. 

(Y/n) froze at first, caught off guard by his behavior before she slowly began to melt into it, cupping his jaw in her hands. She gasped breathlessly for air when they parted as he silently heaved. 

“Does that mean I’m next?” She whispered. He flashed his teeth sadistically, leaning in once more.

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Maybe it's just my proximity to middle age, but for my money, Halsin is the most attractive romanceable character in BG3 by a mile. He's kind. He's courteous. He takes responsibility for his mistakes and undertakes to fix them without roping you into a bunch of drama about it and then goes on to help you save the world just because he likes you. He's a leader with a healthy ambivalence about leadership. He's effectively an eco-socialist with deep and abiding convictions about the treatment of the underprivileged, especially children. He is passionately romantic about you while also decrying the constraints and jealousies of compulsory monogamy. AND he's built like a brick shithouse and will fuck your brains out. I'm just not seeing what's not to love about this man.

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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

the mosquitos sure are big around here

hi!! I'm kinda shy abt asking this can I have a lil writing abt a transmasc (he/they) security guard confessing to Sundrop and/or Moondrop via a love letter bc he was too shy to do it verbally? Besides that, I don't really have any specifics besides just making it super fluffy and sweet! thanks for ur time >////<

gosh this idea is so cute im sobbing. i live for love letter tropes because i know damn well if i ever get a serious crush i will NOT be saying shit, it will be written on an amazingly decorated letter. i made the letter kinda cheesy but in a cute way...i think in a cute way at least.

i hope you're okay with me just doing sun cause i really didn't feel like writing this twice (i've been working on stuff all night!) but if you ever come back with some headcanons for sun and moon then i'd love to write some headcanons for them both. but, there are mentions of moon in this!

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

Sundrop was used to being handed papers, sorting through them with ease no matter how sticky or unintelligible they were. So it was a bit of a surprise when a kid handed him a letter, bright pink and covered in stickers. Normally, the children didn't decorate the outsides, just using plain colors or crayons.

With his curiosity peaked, he set down the stack of papers he was going through, for once not paying attention to the giggling kid who ran off to someone's waiting arms.

Gently, he peeled off the tape keeping it shut, pulling out the vanilla-colored paper inside. Ohh! It was decorated so nicely! He'd have to praise whoever made it.

After getting distracted by the soft strokes of paint lining the letter, his eyes flit to the top, catching sight of the poetic words of the writer.

'Dear Sundrop,' It read, the handwriting neat and pretty. It couldn't have possibly been a child, not even the older kids had handwriting this neat. 'You are impossibly bright, a shining star in an ocean of constellations. No matter how mechanical you may be, you're genuine and compassionate, you hold my hands when I'm nervous and compliment me over the smallest things.'

If he could blush he swears he would be, instead, his left hand came up to cup his cheek as a wide grin crossed his face. He felt Moondrop inside him, his laughter echoing in his head. Though, it went ignored as Sundrop continued reading the letter.

'I admire your skill with the children, how soft you are with the young ones, and how you preach safety while still entertaining them. You adapt so easily to whatever you need to, the bells on your wrists are proof of that. Oh and the children adore you, always asking me about you. It's adorable how much they look up to you, their eyes shining with wonder. I'm sure I look the same when I look at you. I muster all the affection I can, yet I'm too shy to say anything. My cheeks heat up and I stutter around you. It's so embarrassing! But you've never made fun of me, you're too sweet, too gentle, for that.'

A gasp left his voice box as a thought popped in his mind, the face of someone special flashing across his eyes, yet he pushed it away, denial sitting heavy in his gut.

'Even when you get incredibly excited and get loud, you're always so...humane around me. You're you. You're not the daycare attendant, you're just you, you're Sundrop. And that's what I love about you. Like I previously mentioned, I would never say this to your face, I'm horribly nervous around you! But I can't keep being around you without making you aware of my feelings, especially since we see each other every day.'

'Sundrop, I'm in love with you. And that's just how it is. From, (hopefully) your favorite day guard, Y/N.'

And with that last sentence his head snapped up, the paper crinkling beneath his grip. There you were, a small smile across your lips as you kneeled in front of a kid. You were applying a bandage to a scraped knee like you hadn't even realized the effect you had caused on him.

He laid down the letter, letting it fall to his desk as he stepped around the counter. The children were too distracted with playing to see Sundrop's new object of attention, the day guard, the boy Sundrop so happened to have been crushing on since he was introduced.

Sundrop had always found you cute, always finding an excuse to touch you. Of course, it could be excused as Sundrop being overly affectionate to gain the favors of the new guy, hugging him and pinching his cheek softly. Your cheeks had always turned bright, looking away as you chuckled. Yet you never protested against the public displays of affection, and now he knew why.

In a couple of steps, he managed to be next to you and the child who was profusely thanking you for helping with their knee. With a cheer, he kneeled down, giving the kid a pat on the shoulder. "Hey, there bud! Do you mind leaving me and Y/N alone for a moment? I need to ask them something!"

The kid nodded, giving a thumbs up to indicate they understood before running off to a girl with pigtails. Once the kid was out of ear-shot he turned towards you, watching your face heat up at the attention. You knew he had seen the letter, and you were now playing with your fingers, embarrassment practically oozing from you.

"So? A love letter, huh?" He teased, poking your forehead.

"Don't make fun of me!" You cried, laughter bubbling out of your chest. "I just didn't know how to say it verbally alright." A sigh left your lips as your expression became something more neutral. "Nothing has to change between us...I just didn't want to keep any secrets from you. That's all."

Sundrop brought a hand to his chin, rubbing an imaginary beard before leaning forward, squinting at you. "Well, what if I want something to change between us, huh?"

He watched horror dance across your face and quickly realized how his phrasing could be taken and was quick to correct himself. "wAIT! Not in a bad way, I swear! I just mean I wouldn't mind...letting you do stuff that uh couples do, y'know?"

Deep in his chest, he could hear Moondrop snickering at his awkwardness as if the other half of his animatronic wasn't stupidly smitten with you too.

You giggled, bringing up a hand to muffle your laughter. "Would you really like that? Or are you just saying so 'cause you feel bad?"

"Now you're the one teasing! You said I was genuine and I'm being genuine now alright!" He wailed, flailing his arms. You jumped forward, pinning his stick arms to his sides as you laughed, your cheeks a soft pink.

"Whatever you say, Sundrop."

"Now," He started. "If you wanna...if you wanna do that romantic stuff couples do you can."

You gave him a grin before a look of false confusion crossed your face. "Like...kiss? Does the daycare attendant want me to kiss him?"

"I dunno...maybe."

And with that you reached forward, your hands pressing down on his shoulders before you placed a tender kiss to the front of his faceplate. Due to the nerves that were carefully crafted in each animatronic, he felt it as if it were a regular kiss. Sundrop felt the way your lips brushed against his face, the way soft laughter could be heard in your throat, and the way your thumbs gently ran over the plating of his shoulders.

You pulled back, watching as the animatronic just stared at you, clicks and squeaks coming from his voice box. "Don't tell me I broke you." You said, tilting your head to the side.

It took him a moment before he shook his head and stood to his full height which was a whopping seven feet tall. "Nope! I'm doin' just fine! Feel like I just drank a pack of Fizzy Faz though..."

"Respectfully, you always feel like that." You commented, smiling up at him. Sundrop waved his hand in dismissal before plopping them on his hips and leaning forward.

"Y'know, for someone so shy, you're such a tease Y/N." He admitted, glancing over when a kid called his name. "Oh! Looks like I'm being called elsewhere! Buh-bye!"

And with that he was gone, not hearing your endearing comment of "I'm only a tease for you."

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.

alcina's laugh lines are literally the cutest thing ever. I can't stop zooming in and smiling 😭

I'm too deep in this lady dimitrescu shit...