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just remembered when i was 16, i wrote a shitty lil rant about yandere simulator and how creepy the dev was (still is) and a big account reblogged my shit wrote an extensive blog about how wrong i was and how shitty of a writer i was?? I WAS 16
(rant was shitty tho)
is there any slasher you would want turn into either a butch lesbian or a femme 👀 lemme know in my ask box
FOR PRRRRIIIIIIDDDDDDEEEE MONTH!!
is there any slasher you would want turn into either a butch lesbian or a femme 👀 lemme know in my ask box
hi so i've been dead for awhile lol but I decided to move to a different account solely focused on horror instead of trying to merge my fics and my more serious writing together. it would mean the world if yall could check it out and maybe gimmie a follow i dunno hehe
it's samicakes-exe
kinda wanna write some slasher smut, would y'all fuck with (butch lesbian) Bo sinclair x femme reader??
ok... sooo i have no self control and it feels good going back to my smutty roots! with the power of my mind i shall make every slasher a beautiful butch woman!
i got carried away 🧍♀️ <3 <3
💞𝙱𝚄𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝚁💞
warnings: barely edited, horny fueled sesbian lex, a lot of lesbian sex im serious (i need to be sedated), closeted-vibes, trudy should've raised a son, a tad bit of religious trauma, and maybe a lil sacrilegious
𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂:
butch bo who keeps a hand on your thigh when y'all are riding in her truck.
who just keeps her hands on you all of the time— ever since you and ur lil friends stumbled into Ambrose.
who cooks for you ONLY if ur on dishes duty
who wears jeans and white wife-pleasers daily. even if she’s in her mechanic suit, you better believe there’s a wife-pleaser under it.
who has their pretty lil girlfriend lights her cigarettes for her.
who keeps photos of you in her wallet (photos that she took, of course).
calls you the sweetest things, “darlin’, hun, shug, pretty girl…”
who KNOWS that you like her accent so she’ll just lay it on thick.
who does all her outside chores shirtless.
who wears scrunchies on her wrists.
who wraps her big strong arms around you before y’all drift off.
butch bo who goes to church every sunday regardless if there’s any victims hanging around. she dresses in her dad’s best suit (V tailored it for her) and kneels in front of her mama, praying.
silently muttering to herself, “mama i hope you’re proud of us… of me… we’ve done so much…”
uses the wax sculpture as a confessional.
she doesn’t talk about her mom to you either. You only know the basics, died from a failed do it at home brain surgery, was an artist and helped built the actual wax museum.
the only time you hear about her is when the twins are talking, reminiscing about their childhood.
piano lessons and sculpting lessons (bo only picked up one really)
named after her grandfather on her mother’s side.
<3 <3 <3
kinda wanna write some slasher smut, would y'all fuck with (butch lesbian) Bo sinclair x femme reader??
STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND
i dream in ink
I had a dream the other night that something slid out from underneath me. A pair of hands darker than night, scaring away the cats as they crawled, using my leftover blankets as rope and dragging their long long arms behind. They perched right on my side like two birds, each hand took a turn pulling at the other’s arm, tugging its oily limbs out like ribbons from a magician's mouth. Miles of arms sat coiled on top of each other and they kept pulling and pulling and pulling. Getting more impatient as the piles swallowed up my bedroom floor in perpetual darkness. Their efforts were not in vain, as head rolled out attached to hunched shoulders and buried face first in miles of itself. It just laid there, its hair slicked to its scalp in the same ever-shifting ink it was bathed in, then the hands descended, one snagging its head by the wispy hairs on the back of its neck. The other held its companion by its rope-like limbs, pulling once again, hoisting it up my blankets and passing the hard metal edge of my bed frame until it was nestled in my sheets.
The shoulders didn’t follow, instead it’s neck stretched out and over the edge of my bed. The left hand climbed over it to join it’s opposite, then together they started to roll their head, around and around, turning its long tube-like neck into a wringed towel. They rolled until their head was on the pillow, staining the pink silk in its ink, its nose nestled in my tangle of curls. It smiled, I heard the seal of it’s wet lips break when it did. More of it consumed my bed as it’s hands kept working, pulling more of itself out, whatever it was, it filled my room like water. It’s long long chest against my back, the start of it’s legs tangled around mine, and it’s groin against my ankles. I could no longer see my nightstand or the cat-tree, just endless inky loops, some larger than the others but all indecipherable. It wrapped it’s arms around me three or four times and it pulled me into it’s chest, trapping me in its sticky and warm grip.
“Look at me.” It begged, its voice slithered its way into my ear like a tongue. “I know you’re awake.”
With a bend of one of it’s long long limbs, it smeared itself against my cheek as it turned my head for me. I saw nothing, only a shape. It’s face, featureless but it shifted constantly in lumps as if a hidden force was playing with clay, then with a wet smack, it smiled again and I saw teeth. A child’s crude drawing of a leech: Canines, molars and the roots all yellowed, all jutting out of clay-like flesh where its cheeks, forehead and chin would be.
“I missed you.” It whispered but nothing moved, the voice came from within it.
“Do I know you?”
Another cord of whatever limb it was came from the sea of darkness, rising above itself like a snake. It slithered around and around, wrapping itself tight around my legs. It laughed when I tried to struggle and the sound shook its entire body, the room, and me along with it. No longer could I see the popcorn on my ceiling or feel the warmth of my bed. Only wet inky blackness.
I know some people get nervous about interacting directly so I just want y'all to know I appreciate you.
so i KNOCKED out after taking like 5 sleepy gummies (don’t blame me they’re really yummy) and i had a REALLY weird dream too fucking walmart melatonin i swear. i was biking down a road in the middle of nowhere like NOTHING but empty fields for miles until i saw a faint purple light. the faster i peddled the faster the light melted into a small cutesy motel. ITS like a lot better then that stupid road so i checked in of course. it smells like cigarettes in the main office and the bell didn’t work but the receptionist was nice. an apple for a head (look i wasnt freaked at the time cuz i figured its a dream!!) SHE walked me across the parking lot to my room. its like not that bad for what it is. theres a bed, tv, microwave and a bathroom. it smells like dirt though :(
and im still asleep?? im not sure if this will even post the wifi here is really slow thankfully the receptionist (her name is beth!!) helped me OUT with this computer its mega old. but like itll totally help if i keep track of things. i dont know how long ive been here my legs still hurt from peddling but it feels like my alarm shouldve went off already.
what if i was silly and made an arg???
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
Hi, I loved the hatefucking jtk fic and I was wondering if you could do a part 2 where maybe he is jealous about something happening between the reader and someone else and he "reminds" the reader who she belongs to; or maybe into a crazy discussion jeff throatfuck the reader ( I'm sorry for being a lewd bitch and my lack in fantasy but your writing is so well done and is my first time requesting someone so feel free to consider or not my request :3 ) take care <3
AHHH! I am so happy that I am ur first request! and I hope that I make you proud hun! Also Dont apologize for being a lewd bitch! Lewd bitches are welcomed here!!! am very excited to make the Jeff fic into a little series! so without further ado here is the fic! going to start these specific type of fics with the title!
OKAY SO I MAY HAVE STORED THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS HOLY SHIT IM SO SORRY- um so imma just release it without editing it sooooo sorry to the jeff fuckers i’ll get better food to you soon pls 🧎♀️
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ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? <3
(throat-fucking version!)
warning: Jealous toxic toxic Jeff. Roughness, dub-con???? probs dub-con im so sorry (maybe non-con i dunno i wanna make sure!!), a little bit of angst, tears, Public like you could get caught, throat-fucking, Jeff pushes your head. Afab reader, use of feminine pet names, only Jeff getting off. V toxic, Jeff is sweet at the end???, light aftercare, arguing/fighting, Barely edited rip
ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕝 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕒 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨:
Jeff is a man of many words (mostly insults) BUT my boy shuts up when his feelings are hurt.
You two's relationship is complicated.
Not quite boyfriend and girlfriend but also not only fuck buddies.
He feels entitled to you.
Sooo seeing you flirt with any other guy in the house sends him over the edge.
He wont confront you out right since he doesn't want anyone else in the house knowing he stands you.
So usually he grabs you when the others are busy- taking you off to a secret corner to have some fun
or HE WILL IGNORE YOU FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!
honestly it's a 50/50 chance
Tonight wasn't any different to the small hang outs the creeps occasionally do:
Tim and Brian managed to get their hands on some cases of beer.
BEN is playing music from his "perfected" party playlist
and everyone is having a good time!
except Jeff :(
He's watching you closely from across the living room, his grip on the red solo cup was tight.
You were in the corner with EJ, talking about whatever.
It didn't matter to him.
The lingering touches of Jack's arms.
How you stared up at him, batting your eyes.
How your giggles lasted a little while longer
You couldnt stop smiling
He hated it
He watched EJ slipped away and went over to grab another beer So Jeff made his way to you.
You weren't aware of him until he had his hand wrapped around your arm and roughly pulling you away.
★★★
𝕆𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥!!!
The crowd was thinning out leaving red solo cups littering the floor. The music still pumped from a small speaker resting up on a bookshelf. There was BEN and LJ still hanging around near the drinks. A couple of other creeps spread out between you and Jeff.
He's kept an eye on you the entire night but now paying closer attention, You were curled up in the corner of the living room with Eyeless Jack close by chatting among yourselves with the same cheap beer in hand.
It put a sour taste in Jeff's mouth.
It was clockwork with every assumed joke, you giggled and playfully touched his arm and it lingered there before falling to your side. Jeff's jaw clenched, teeth pressing against teeth tightly.
Another joke and you were touching him again. This time on his upper arm, a smile stretched wide across your face as you nodded your excited agreement to whatever he said. Jeff couldn't hear over the music playing but the pit in his stomach grew with how long the touch was. He counted the seconds with how tense his jaw gotten by the time your hand dropped back to your side, it was clicking.
Jeff put the cup to his lips and swallowed the last bit of beer, swishing around in his mouth beforehand.
The solo cup ended up being tossed on the couch with a collection of others.
He couldn't pull his eyes away from you for long, watching how innocently you were batting your eyes up at EJ, leaning ever so closer when he spoke.
Whenever Eyeless Jack pulled away however, excusing himself to grab another lukewarm beer. A small pout pulled at the ends of your lips watching him now leave and talk with both LJ and BEN.
At the moment with the rest of the creeps distracted, Jeff strolled up to you and without a word he pulled you by the arm to the hallway.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked, keeping his voice hushed.
"What do you mean what I'm doing?" You asked mimicking the same tone as he was.
"Trying to fuck Jack." He said pointedly.
"Trying to... fuck.. Jack" You repeated it slowly, blinking blankly each time. "I can't have friends now?"
"Y/N Fuck off with that friends bullshit."
"Jeff we're not together." You reminded him. He was slowly starting to get on your nerves now, he always worked you up like this no matter what.
Jeff's squeezed his jaw tight, you were right and how he fucking hated it.
"Knees."
"Excuse me?"
"On your knees now, Y/N"
"As if Jeff... You know you're a real piece of wor-" You were cut off by him shoving you down, your knees buried in the itchy carpet.
"Shut up." He ordered, he wound your hair in his fist pulling it back to force eye contact. "We might not be together but I'm the only one that fucks you, got it?"
"Fuck you." You spat.
"Already did doll, so has every other guy in the house apparently."
You rolled your eyes but stayed on your knees. The bickering starting a warmth between your thighs which made you stay put right where you were. You watched him look around over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before his free hand went to his dress pants and fumbled around with the zipper.
You couldnt help but to giggle under your breath which made him yank your hair back.
"Shut up." Despite being a whisper his tone was harsh. With enough effort he finally pulled his hardening cock out of his jeans. "And open that pretty little mouth for me."
You stared up at him with your mouth shut tight and a cocky smile that pulled on your lips. You innocently bat your eyelashes up at him, watching his eyes narrowed.
"I'll make you." He threatened, his grip on your hair got tighter, the nails of his ever so slightly digging into your scalp.
You stayed staring up at him with your mouth tightly shut.
"I warned you." He muttered, a hand of his going and plugging your nose tightly.
Your eyes flew opened and you tried to keep your mouth shut for the longest time but you felt a deep burn build up to your lungs. Holding it in was making the burn climb up your throat. Finally you gave in, opening your mouth and taking the first greedy breath in.
"Good girl." Jeff chimed, and he quickly pushed his cock into your open mouth, pushing about halfway in. "Was that so hard?"
You looked up at him with your eyes narrowed and he reqarded your mean stare with another shallow thrust of his hips. He leaned his head back and moaned softly, forcing your mouth deeper on his cock.
You placed both hands on his thighs while gagging around his cock, eyes watering up when he hit the back of your throat with one deep push of his hips.
He looked back down at you, seeing how red your face has gotten only spurred him on, He quickened his thrusts into your mouth leaving you sitting and drooling all over his cock.
"God Doll." He moaned, pushing your head to meet with his thrusts. "I forgive you~ I forgive you~" He whispered cocky sorrys while he filled your throat.
He watched you drool on his cock, face red and a couple of tears cutting a cold line in them. You dug your nails into his thighs while you held on.
He wasn't going to last long, not that he cared.
"Oh fuck!" He whined out softly, now struggling to keep his voice low. He fucked your mouth faster, holding onto your head with both hands as he was nearing his release. He whispered out many intelligible praises and curses. "Cumming!" He grunted out.
With one final thrust deep in your throat he finally came, letting out soft moans as he gently pumped your mouth to make sure you had every last drop. Soon he pulled out, looking down at you. A cocky smile against his carved one.
"Was i to rough on you doll?" He asked, shoving himself back into his pants and zipping up before leaning down and offering you a hand.
You took it and he pulled you up. "No.. Could warn me next time." You laughed.
"Where's the fun in that?"
so did that the vampire get the job
having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another selection of some of the better names I've come across in Regency era newspapers recently.
David Cronenberg and Clive Barker
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Stephen King and Jerry Seinfeld
