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DNI
Pedophiles, incest enjoyers, and the one with the special place in my heart, ED/SH tumblr. Iβm in recovery and do not want anything relating to these 2 on my page.
Minors in some cases. They may interact on my SFW posts.
What I write
Smut, fluff, songfics, yandere, and angst, primarily for Netflix shows, specifically Wednesday, Stranger Things, The Babysitter, I Am Not Okay With This, The End Of The F**king World, nearly any horror movie, etc. I age up characters when their actors are of legal age. I will write basically anything that doesnβt involve anything below.
What I do NOT write
Pedophilia, rape/non-con(doesnβt include dub-con), incest, bestiality, vomit/piss/scat. Any of that gross stuff.
I will write about self harm, eating disorders, suicide, and mental illness for coping fics, but I will NOT be pro any of these. Donβt come to me as your last resort of comfort. If youβre thinking irrationally, please call or text one of the hotlines below.
When there are holidays, I wonβt be as active since there are a lot of holiday birthdays in my family, and I like to spend time with my family. If Iβm not on; please donβt rush me.
About me:
Hi, Iβm Max and Iβm 19. I like scary movies and anything with Jenna Ortega in it. I enjoy a bunch of older horror movies, ranging from the 40βs to the early 2000βs. I write stuff when Iβm bored or just feel like it. Alice annoys me.
As much as I wish this day had never come, it did. Alice is now pissed, as I forgot to say happy birthday to her on January first. Just now, it is the end of may.
Warnings: Angst, slight mentions of sex, suicide, ghostface!reader, gn!reader, "i'm not like the other ghosts", really short, spoilers, Sidney x Reader
POV: Third Person
Request: None
"I can't believe I slept with you!" Sidney shouted at the last ghoul in her home. What kind of person kills people? And what sick bastard would kill the ones they work with? Sidney's question echoed in (Y/N)'s mind. They knew what she meant. That night she asked (Y/N) to do it with her was the most romantic thing both of them have ever experienced. The soft cuddles afterward were Sid's favorite part. The being in the black costume was dripping the blood of their friends. They dropped the knife, their hands smeared with blood.
"Sid, they were going to kill you... I don't want you to get hu-" Sidney cut (Y/N) off, shoving them to the ground.
"Don't fucking 'Sid' me! You're as crazy as they are!" Sidney screamed at the top of her lungs, continuing to kick the last ghost in the ribs. They coughed and scooted away, putting their hands in front of their face.
"Sidney, I love you..! I stayed to protect you, I knew they were after you... I only joined them to protect you!" They wiped a small smear of blood from their lip. Their next move was to pull Stu's gun out of his hand. (Y/N) started to cry, staring up at the girl they loved dearly. "But obviously you don't get that," (Y/N) continued, pushing the gun up to their temple. "I killed to protect you."
Sidney walked closer, staring at (Y/N) in shock. "Wait, don't..." She gently pulled their hand to her chest, trying to make them feel her heartbeat. "See? I'm scared of losing you... Please, don't do it..."
(Y/N) pulled back the gun to their head, and gently pushed Sidney back. "I love you."
BANG!
With a single shot, they were gone. Sidney shouted out, and ran to the body of her bloody lover. "(Y/N), this isn't funny... Wake up, (Y/N), wake up!" The sirens of the cop cars rung in Sidney's ears, everything going in slow-motion. She pulled the body of (Y/N) into her arms, and dragged them outside.
"Somebody, help! Please, help!" Sidney shouted out in pure agony, the thought of the once bright smile of (Y/N). "Please," tears streamed down her face, "someone help..."
hi, i just wanted to stop by and ask that you please donβt use other peopleβs gifs without asking first, or at least use tumblrβs method of adding gifs that credits the OP. gifmakers work hard to make our gifs and itβs very disheartening to see them being used without our credit. thank you π
I just find gifs on google, I donβt know who they belong to since theyβre all scattered on random sites. Iβll try to give credit when possible.
Warnings: Smut, sadistic!Wednesday, torture, bondage, anal, punishment, Enid walking in
POV: Second person
Request: myself
βΌοΈNSFW below the cutβΌοΈ
Wednesday slid her cold fingers down your neck, feeling your soft skin. They reached to your nipples, and she lightly teased one. She gently took your ponytail holder off, letting your hair fall. Of course, she didnβt want something happening to her dearest. Unless she was the one to do it. She snapped, pointing to the floor.
βI assume you know what Iβd expect of you. Sit.β
You obeyed, sitting on your knees. Wednesday strolled over to her desk, in order to grab a few⦠tools. You looked at her, and saw her picking up some gloves, ropes, a gag, a blindfold, and lube. Of course, you shivered at the sight of all of these things. Wednesday came back over, and set everything on the bed. You looked at her with a slightly concerned expression. She looked at you, and smiled. She pulled out one rope, and stared you in the eyes.
βHands behind your back.β
You listened, and put them behind your back. She chuckled, which is a rare occasion, and tied the rope around your wrists. With your hands now bound, you could barely move. Obviously not your arms, but you couldnβt really stand easily either. Wednesday sat on her bed and raised her skirt a bit, and pulled you onto her lap.
βPlease yourself, first. Iβd like to know how far your ability goes.β
She pointed to her thigh, and opened your legs a bit. She grabbed the blindfold and placed it over your eyes, tying it shortly after. She also grabbed the gag to slide into your mouth. You already knew what to do. You were already vulnerable, as she had taken off your panties and lifted your skirt up, and your sweater was too large; making it drape off of your body. Without any sight or ability to speak, you started to try to get yourself off. Starting off, you were heavily breathing and panting.
βGood,β she pushed her leg up, drawing a shocked whine from you. βI must tell you, you arenβt allowed to release until I say you can, understand?β
You nodded and continued to grind on Wednesdayβs thigh, more pathetic moans being muffled by the gag. You ground down harder, your head falling onto Wednesdayβs shoulder. She stroked your hair, the locks feeling soft on her fingers. She eventually got tired of hearing you panting, and pushed her leg up even harder than the last time. You made a loud noise. She sighed, and slid you onto the bed. She positioned your body to be head down, ass up, and tied your calves and thighs together.
Wednesday put on some medical gloves, and squirted some lube onto the fingers. She poked at your ass for a bit, before slipping in quickly with her middle and ring fingers. She didnβt care if it hurt; it was what you deserved for cuddling Enid when she wasnβt there. You didnβt think about it at the time; as she was warm and way better with contact. You only chose Enid, as to not make the raven girl uncomfortable. Seems either way, thereβs no way to please her. She pulled her fingers out for a bit, before roughly shoving them back in, therefore getting a whimper in return.
She pulled the gag out for an answer, βHarlots donβt deserve time to get accustomed to this kind of occasion, do they?β
You coughed, drool rolling out from the sides of your mouth. βN-no, maβam. They donβt.β
She chucked sadistically, and allowed her hand to fly across your thigh. You cried out, shaking like a feather in a storm. Wednesday pulled her fingers out, and pulled the glove off.
βBad girls donβt deserve the pleasure that comes with normal sex. This is why I am not allowing you to orgasm or have a few of your senses.β
You subtly rolled your hips, trying to get some touch, any touch. Of course, you felt colder now.
That cold became ice in your veins when you heart the sickening sound of her typewriter. You whined a bit, a tear sliding down your face - before getting absorbed by the blindfold. Wednesday was engaging in her writing hour. Of all times; she chose it to be done right now.
Eventually - about fifteen minutes later, you suppose - the sound of a door opening was heard. You felt your heart beat out of your chest as you heard Enidβs voice.
βWednesday, what the hell is this?β
The clicks of the typewriter got quieter, as if her voice muted them. βA punishment.β
Enid shut the door, and came over to you. She raised the blindfold up, and covered your body up. βIβm not sure if Iβm supposed to untie you yet, sorry.β
Wednesday scoffed. βOf course not,β she murmured as if she was talking to an idiot, βshe wasnβt being good.β
Enid sighed, and looked you in the eyes. βGood luck surviving. Iβmβ¦ going to hang out with Ajax.β
