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Happy Gay Month

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It's not an easy job. Have you thanked your local killer clown yet?

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No?!

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Exercept from Sour ✨🍬

Bfd!Joel Miller x Dark!Yandere!F!Reader

Summary: Joel Miller once loved you the way no other man has. And still you love him, too. As intensely and viciously as any good girl would. But lately…he doesn’t love you as much anymore and you can’t seem to put a finger on why. You’ll do absolutely anything to win his favor again. Anything. Even if that means keeping him hostage.

Or…Joel gets more than what he bargained for, when he invites a friend of his daughter to become apart of the family.

*This is a horror blog.

A/N: Posting some pieces of my work. It’s crunch time before I gotta start focusing on my schoolwork. Please heed to the story warnings before proceeding.

TW/Tags: 18+ MDNI, age gap (r: 19-20, joel late 30s-40s), daddy kink, pseudocest, dark content (talks of parental negligence, dark thoughts, dub con, violence; no actual deaths, psychological manipulation, DDLG elements), explicit smut, fluff, reader needs therapy, horror elements, kidnapping, stalking, mean/bully reader, inexperienced reader, Joel going through it because of reader, responsible adults, where?, surprisingly happy and wholesome ending

“…But what was meant to be one day had turned to many days as you and Sarah grew closer. Suddenly, Joel had two young women to look after. He didn’t mind it at first. You were a good kid, maybe a bit of a handful at times because you were used to doing certain things like stealing and lying to get what you want. But whenever you came to visit from college, he eagerly awaited for you to tell him how much you’ve improved and some of your great achievements.

One Christmas break changed it all when you crawled into his bed, asking for comfort from a hellish nightmare you refused to share. Next thing he knew, your hands explored each other’s bodies. His fingers plunged your tight depths while you stroked him in time with his thrusts. All the while, Sarah slept soundly in her room—a wall adjacent from his—as Joel did everything in his power to bite his tongue in shameful guilt at the pleasures you offered him.

In private, he was your daddy and you, his honey pie. That was the rule. But you were always one to break rules if it suited you.

God, he remembers the first time you called him ‘daddy’ in front of his little family. Tess, Tommy and Sarah all wore faces of shock while Joel looked utterly devastated at your faux pas. You simply giggled and apologized, suggesting that it was only a slip of the tongue. All the others could do was assure you that you had no need for embarrassment as they understood your lack of a familial connection. As a result, Sarah even offered that you call her ‘sister’ from that point on.

Now that…left a sour taste on his tongue…”

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The Bewitching Hour

Promo 1: The Hitching Hour

Zombie!Husband!Joel Miller x Witch!F!Reader

TW/Tags: 18+ mdni, eventual smut, fluff, angst, golden age sitcom-styled, horror, and old Hollywood elements, age gap (r- late 20s-early 30s, joel- late 50s-60s), canon Joel death, sad reader, crying, undead Joel via necromancy, necrophilia (because zombie!Joel), kissing, 1950s-60s and possibly beyond au, married reader and Joel, golden retriever!traditional husband x black cat!progressive wife, (Inspired by WandaVision)

Summary: Oh, Heavens! You and Joel are getting hitched!

You squeeze your eyes in a tight, pulsating manner as the sunlight seeps past your closed eyelids; pulling you from sleep. There’s a feeling of a single tear that escapes and glides down your already tear-stained cheek. It’s pretty much a habit by now that you cry in your sleep every night since Joel’s death. Nothing that requires any immediate attention, though. Not when it’s already such an exhausting effort to sleep at all.

But it isn't until you feel the rough, calloused pad of someone’s thumb softly swiping across your supple face—a pleasantly warm contrast that you welcome—that you decide to wake; eyes fluttering open.

You raise your head up and off a window track, recognizing you’re in some vehicle. Who’s? You have no clue. But your focus is overtaken by the presence of the person standing above you.

They stand tall in a crisp gray suit, sunlight shining over them and obscuring their face to the point where you’re convinced they are a god.

“Am I…in heaven?” You whisper, leaning into their caress just a little.

A familiar hoarse yet hearty chuckle rings out from them before saying, “No fair, darlin’,” A step forward into your frame of view. “That’s my line.”

He flashes you that famous smirk you fell in love with except you could’ve sworn you saw a sparkle effect and sound accompany it. Not that it matters what you saw anymore. Hell, you can’t see at all from the tears that begin to well up in your eyes as you look up at the man in front of you; living and breathing. “J-Joel?”

“My pearl?” He parrots you before swiping away more of your tears. “Jesus Christ, woman, what’s with the waterworks? We’re celebratin’ today, ain’t we?”

“W-we are?” You ask.

“Most definitely,” He smiles proudly. “Today, you’ll officially take my last name, Mrs. Miller. So c’mon and hop outta this car so I can kiss the devil outta ya.”

Your heart soars, rushing out of the vehicle and into his arms. “Oh, Joel…”

“Oh, pearl…” He fawns, dipping you before planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

A/N: Stay Tuned Folks For The Upcoming Series “The Bewitching Hour”

Starring:

You as You

Joel Miller as Joel Miller

Ellie Williams as Ellie Williams-Miller

And much, much more…

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The Bewitching Hour

Zombie!Husband!Joel Miller x Witch!F!Reader

A/N: figured that this would be a much better WIP to put out over my Dark Yandere Reader story, Sour, as of now during these times of mourning #ripJoelMiller

In your grief, you preform a powerful necromancy spell outlawed by all of witch coventry in order to revive your mentor and the object of your desires, Joel Miller. While it did work (sort of)…you are NOT in Jackson, Texas anymore. The spell sets forth a curse upon your world where the crumbling wasteland becomes a 1950s-1960s styled sitcom town. Within the illusion, you live as a housewife to a very doting and undead Joel while together raising his surrogate daughter. Slowly, your fantasy morphs into a nightmare as strange occurrences arise and threaten to destroy your new reality. Everything is not what it seems.

TW/Tags: horror, comedy, action, smut (MDNI +18), BIG legal age gap (peepaw Joel 61, reader late 20s-early 30s), potential lovers to married, premature love loss, whole lotta fluff, lots of angst, canonical violence, blood and gore, death (and undeath) of Joel Miller, necromancy/necrophilia because it’s zombie!Joel, sitcom antics, dark elements, magic, crying, grief, depression, thoughts and attempts of suicide and other dark subjects, inspired by WandaVision

Series Masterlist

1:00 Pilot *

Transported to a strange town called Glimmerdale, you begin to have doubts that this undead Joel is your real Joel which forces a wedge between the two of you. Noticing your depressed state, Joel and Ellie plan a dinner with friends to lift your spirits but everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

2:00 The Snitching Hour

You bake cupcakes for a neighborhood watch meeting and accidentally enchant them with a truth spell, forcing everyone in attendance to confess their secrets. You struggle to keep your mouth shut as no one can know about your fucked up truth especially not when a familiar face decides to stroll into town; triggering your most haunting and traumatic nightmares.

3:00 The Witching Hour

You and Joel host a game night where every time you roll a dice, it alters reality slightly. Also, you learn that Maria is a fellow descendant of a low-tier witch family line and she informs you that your spell is slowly beginning to fail.

4:00 The Glitching Hour

Someone is continually rewinding and rewriting reality in your favor. It’s time for a witch hunt! Also, Joel and Tommy have a little hunt in the woods on their own when Joel stumbles upon a monstrous sight beyond comprehension.

5:00 The Pitching Hour

Ellie pitches a drive-in theater for her film club festival. Things take a horrific turn as she becomes self-aware. Also, Joel enters a jingle contest and writes an ear worm of a song that seems as if the whole town’s fascinated with it.

6:00 The Switching Hour

How’re you back in Jackson?!

7:00 The Bitching Hour

Things are beginning to get worse as the spell continues to absorb life and slowly deteriorate reality. You and Maria visit a local library in search of an answer. Ellie and Joel have a heart to heart. Also, Abby’s been watching you.

8:00 The Ditching Hour

You must make a crucial choice or the world as you know it will be doomed.

*Bonus 9:00 The Haunting Hour

Life after Glimmerdale

Promos Block

1. The Hitching Hour- Oh, Heavens! You and Joel are getting hitched!

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Anybody else get anxiety about Joel’s inevitable death? Like yeah, he’s fictional and he’s already dead in the games and whatever but likeeee…im just not prepared to see how this scene will be played out in live action…i’ll legit be so broken when that scene comes out that I’m not sure im able to handle the gifs or hear about how brutal it’ll be 😓😓

I’ve had my peace with Oberyn and now another of my fave Pedro characters is about to get wrecked like bruh 😫

Thank goddess for fanfiction though (i’ll be writing and reading for comfort)

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only by embracing death will it pass you by

FINAL DESTINATION BLOODLINES | OFFICIAL TRAILER

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quick compilation i made of my fave clips of dale's voice/noises ♡

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90s!dale x fem!reader

content/trigger warning: praising + degrading, sexual innuendos, minor fingering, oral (f! receiving), reader calls dale “daddy”, p in v, creampie

word count: 1439

CHERRIES AND CREAM

ruth’s kitchen was messier than before, the sweet smell of cherry pie lingering in the air as you prep the ingredients for the next one, the first pie cooling on the counter. you hear the basement door open and look up, dale peeking his head out from behind the door.

“come on,” you whine, throwing a dish towel at him. “i told you not to come up here, it was suppose to be a surprise.”

there was no special occasion, but no one had ever taken the time out to appreciate dale and he had been working nonstop on his latest creation. he deserved a little something, even if it was a couple of pies and a few albums at the record store you new he’d love.

“not really a surprise if i can smell it from downstairs,” he smiles, dipping his finger in the bowl of homemade whipped cream and sucking his finger clean. “mmm…”

you roll your eyes and delicately cut heart shapes out of the dough, dale watching intently while you did so. you sigh out of irritation as he takes a fork and leans his arm on the counter, dale staring at you while slowly taking a bite of the pie.

“thanks,” you scoff sarcastically. “you just ruined it.”

“this is… delicious,” he whispers with a mouthful as you toss the other pie into the oven and wash your hands. “taste it.”

he walks over to you and holds the fork in front of your mouth, a small dollop of whipped cream right on top. you look at him hesitantly, still annoyed, but you give in when he nods with a smile. you take a bite and as he feeds you, dale tilts his head back slightly while placing the fork in your mouth.

“tastes yummy, doesn’t it?” he smiles grabbing another bite for you, his brows raised as watches you chew and nods softly at his own words.

“i guess,” you mumble through your stuffed mouth.

he watches you clean up some dishes sensing your irritation and takes his fingers yet again, dipping it in the whipped cream. he walks up behind you and grips your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. although he did this, you still obediently open, something you’ve become use to.

he smiles as he feels your suction on his digits. “you always make the best treats, always so sweet… and filling….” he takes his fingers out of your mouth and sucks the remaining cream off them. “i think i might wanna eat your pie,” he chuckles softly as he remains behind you, his cock pressing against your ass.

it didn’t click at first but once it did, you watch as he went back to the bowl, his plump lips sucking another dollop of whipped cream off his fingers as he stares at you. he hums deeply, your heart pounding against your chest as he teases you. he walks over to the table and smirks at the half assed job you did by cleaning and sits down.

dale motions you over with his hand glaring at you from under his eyebrows. “bring that pie and cream over here.” he watches as you pick up the bowl and pie and he stops you. “not that pie, i’m talking about you, but if you insist.”

you stand in front of dale as his fingers tug at your clothes, his movements gentle yet urgent. eventually you’re completely naked in the kitchen, dale patting the empty spot on the table so he can have a taste of his sweet angel. you climb up and he growls at the sight, his hands resting on the back of your thighs to keep you spread open. you moan softly as he sucks at your clit for a few seconds before pulling away. dale looks up at you as his hand fiddles with the pie, getting his fingers lathered up in the yummy filling and placing a cherry between your lips to suck out, a little bit of pie filling and whipped cream resting on your clit.

“my sweet, yummy pie,” he coos before digging in, his face stuffed deep between your thighs.

his tongue swirls around your pussy lapping up all the cream and filling, his lips sucking at you and his tongue pulling the cherry into his mouth. dale chews the juicy fruit as he continues to smear whipped cream all over your pussy, diving in for seconds once he’s satisfied.

you let out a whimper needing filled up so badly, his teasing too much for you as his fingers slip inside.

“daddy, please,” you moan, arching your back as you instinctively ride his fingers, your hips moving to his rhythm.

“okay, i’ll give my little angel what she wants,” he whispers with a smile.

he sucks his fingers clean and pulls his hard cock out, tapping it against your wet cunt and enjoying the sloppy sound it made. “eating pie is so messy,” he smirks teasing you with his tip. he rubs himself on your swollen clit and down to your entrance, pressing in but only enough for you to feel a stretch. you’re soaking wet and throbbing, needing filled to the brim.

“my sweet pastry needs stuffed so bad,” he sighs, picking on you and your baking skills. he pushes in and you both let out moans, his fingers gripping your waist for leverage. “let me in,” he grunts as he tries to squeeze the rest of his girth inside you.

dale’s movements are slow at first as he tests the stability of the table along with the items stacked next to you, not wanting the clutter to fall. he grips your waist tighter and begins picking up the pace until he’s pounding into you. he leans down and stuffs your mouth with some whipped cream, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of your mouth.

“always so fucking messy…” dale stands up and slaps your tit before squeezing both of them in his hands. “daddy’s gonna make sure you’re nice and messy when he’s done,” he growls, his hair falling in his face as fucks you harder.

your tight walls squeeze him and you ache for release, your tits bouncing to his harsh movements and your toes curling as you wrap your legs around his waist. you could feel his cock twitch inside you as he hit your sweet spot causing you to squeeze him even tighter, the sound of his hips slapping against you and your wet pussy fill the kitchen.

“hmfp, you’re gonna drain me…fill you up nice and fucking full, just the way you like it.” he lets out a grunt holding back his own climax as he tries to get you to yours. “come on, daddy’s so close. cum on it, make a mess.”

his words making your stomach tighten and your clit throb, the familiar feeling of pleasure rushing over you as your orgasm creeps up. your moans grow louder and his fingers find their way back into your mouth trying to shut you up again. his eyes glance over to the stove to see the pie was almost done and he lets out a scoff while shaking his head.

“you better hurry… come on, baby.” he reaches down and plays with your clit and you bite down on his fingers and let out a series of moans as your walls contract and throb around him, his fat cock making you squirt and cream. “look at you making a big mess for me,” his gasps, his tone condescending yet playful. “milk my fat cock, pretty angel. come on,” he grunts tapping your thigh to motivate you as he keeps pumping in and out, your sensitive pussy throbbing for more.

“please-please, dale, i can’t,” you cry out softly, your voice muffled by his fingers. you moan onto his digits as he pushes even deeper, your body jerking upward from his harsh movements.

he growls at you, like an animal claiming what was his. “you’re such a good fucking angel, aren’t you?” he chuckles nasally as you nod, grunting loudly as he fills up full, his hot cum spraying deep into you and you let out another series of moans as you cum with him. he pulls out slowly with a groan and spreads your puffy folds open. “push, let me see.”

you push gently and you can feel the combined fluids seeping out of you, his cum dripping down your asscheek. dale takes his fingers and spreads the mess all around, the timer to the stove causing you both to jump.

“look at that, my cherry blossom. perfect timing.”

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What does saying this under people’s comments do for yall? Then saying ‘no offense’ as if it makes them less of a huge asshole. Lmao 😂 like i legit do not give af about wanting to fuck a fictional character so why should you?? Im convinced people who do this get off to being annoying.

I’ve been a fanfic writer for about 2-3 years now baby. This ‘holier than thou’ bs doesn’t move me. I write what I want.

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how some of yall (and me) would be acting if Dale kidnapped u guys or sum

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SEBASTIAN STAN A Different Man (2024)

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Remember you are one

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I drew this at 1 am my time in a hazy stupor, I didn’t even stick a watermark on it or nothing

Whatever, go my scarab

(Inspiration below the cut)

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"you're so fucked up for liking this" as they pin you down and force themselves inside