#FUCK JEFF DAHMER

[x3nshit]

crime documentaries in the background while sketching is my absolute favourite thing to do ever

[savingyou]

Spoilers for Dahmer (2022) i guess? It happened like thirty years ago but uh yeah?

So I’m sitting here watching this jeffery dahmer show and I’m like “okay this is kinda interesting, seeing the life of a serial killer” and then i get to episode six and they introduce a motherfucking honest to god sweetheart black gay deaf character and you just know they’re going to kill him and oh no we already saw his body in like episode two

They had me sitting here wanting jeffery fucking dahmer to change and grow and choose to have a relationship with tony instead of killing him and we were so fucking close and then he DIES AND HE WAS SAFE BUT HE FUCKING CAME BACK AND JEFF BEAT HIM WITH A GOD DAMN HAMMER FUCK YOU JEFFERY DAHMER YOU SICK PSYCHO

The episode itself was really good, and the writers are actual geniuses, like to show us tony’s literal birth and life, it made me really care about him and i actually cried when he died. Like i actually wanted history to be rewritten so that jeff would spare tony and they would life a happy little gay life together and we were so FUCKING CLOSE GOD DAMN IT

Sorry, i have an anger problem FUCK YOU JEFF

[jjongolese]

(Spoiler for Dahmer – Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story — up until episode 7, also there’s a bit of a rant)

Disclaimer: Just to let you know that I’m not one of those fangirls that falls in love with serial killers, this is just me simply commenting on a part of the movie. This does not mean that I condone anything that he had done or even justifying what he did. I’m just a normal guy that is very honest about my opinions and just wanted to express that.

I do give my condolences to the families and friends of victims that are affected by Jeffrey Dahmer though.

Update: I just found out that the part that I spoke about with Tony and Jeffrey didn’t actually happen. He basically lured him into his house like literally every other victims. It’s quite sad that Netflix would make a movie out of something that real and is still affecting families and would get some details wrong. I could see why they changed it slightly for the dramatic effects, but this shouldn’t be taken lightly as it should.

Although I am upset that Netflix would do such a thing and not even at least fact check, I will keep my vent up since I did wanted to let it out. Also, I do wanted to make people not feel alone in this since I also really liked them together.

Please note that I didn’t make this post out of disrespect since this is me reacting to a movie adaptation that I watched. Any misinformation, I will address.

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I can’t be the only one that shipped Jeffrey and Tony together. It had seemed as if he found someone that understands him and would do the same back.

I even loved how when they saw each other they would literally hugged and then their little moments on that date. They were smiling and giggling at each other. I really thought this was when we could finally see that he could find this “missing person” that makes him feel like someone after going through a lot of trauma growing up, especially with the fact that he has been an outcast from his high school class where people would bully him so much that they would literally scribble him out of the yearbook.

Even the part where he didn’t ended up drugging him, I thought that was when he finally realised that he did found this person he was looking for all these years and that he could finally change it up. Or even if he doesn’t change, he could still be partners in crime as they would lure more victims in for threesomes or orgies and then drug them before killing them or something. At this point, I didn’t care. As long as Tony would be alive and be Jeffrey’s boyfriend, that was all I ever wanted, and I’d be so glad to hear that.

Sadly, his anger and detachment issues got the best of him as he still couldn’t get the hint that people has lives and needed to work, so he just murdered him just like that.

The moment I found out that Tony died, my heart sank. This was his best match and all of his interactions with the man was nothing but positive and full of genuine chemistry. I even had to awe so loudly when he kissed him on the cheek or when he managed to get his signs right. I was literally rooting for him, like a cheerleader. I was so glad he was able to have those feelings for him and to even have him decide last minute not to poison his drink like he would always do to his victims. I was so happy for Jeffrey and the fact that he could had possibly found his first actual boyfriend.

I’m still sad as I lay in my room thinking about the events that could occur if he never killed him. You know, like more dates such as a walk in the park with Jeffrey holding a camera so they could take pictures since Tony wanted to be a model, or even a road trip or something. Or even them getting married after gay marriage has finally be legalised where they live. I wanted to see them grow old together and maybe even spend the rest of their lives until they died. Even if they do go behind bars due to murder or anything, I’d still be glad because they would always have each other regardless.

Man… if only he knew that people go to work, just like how he did. However, they would still love him just as much. This guy is so fucked up in the head that he was blinded by his own ignorance. Tony loves him, and he knows that. He just needed to go to work because he needs to get money for himself, just like the fact that he needed to get money just to find an apartment that he could afford. Why can’t he just understand such thing?

Tony really didn’t deserve that treatment from Jeffrey. He gave so much love to him that it even touched his heart and yet he still killed him. All just because he works and took that to heart. The man even had to reassure him that just because he’s not with him doesn’t mean he doesn’t love him. Bless his heart. He died trying to explain to his possibly love of his life that he still loves him even though he’s not with him.

I still cry every time I imagine that scene when he confessed. He’s really a sick man that killed someone as innocent as Tony. I know this is a show, but this is based in real life experiences. I’m still upset now, but I know he’s in a good place somewhere. Jeffrey deserves someone, but not Tony. In fact, it should be nobody at all that would give him that kind of love and then get death returned to them.

Rest in peace, Tony.

[burstfoot]

Why is PETA reporting on the crimes of Jeff the Killer

[truecrimecringe]

its been so long, and just coming back to tumblr- aware of of people obsessing and normalizing killerw, just to see two years later they’re still doing it makes me cry at night. the victims didn’t deserve this. 😭😭

deadass i may have no choice but to revive this blog after the dahmer series came out and people seem to be unable to differentiate the difference between the actor and his character

casting very conventionally attractive famous actors w big followings in serial killer biopics may be the downfall of humanity

[souredvalentine]

actually ykw dni if you watched the dahmer shit on netflix or if you are in any way supporting, romanticising, or sensationalising a fucking killer

[anasanthology]

Always Close Your Tabs.

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please), step-cest, pseudo-incest, stepbrother/stepsister pairing, degradation kink, light face slapping, very light praise kink, Dom/Sub, lowkey Hard Dom!Leon Kennedy, face fucking, oral (m receiving), mean Leon (I feel he’s a little ooc), like one mention of breeding kink, we got a little sweet aftercare at the end, not as tame as other stuff I’ve written, fem-specific gendered terms. Not proofread.

Notes: FIRST LEON FIC I’M POSTING 😚 actually feeling kinda good about this one! I felt like finishing this and posting it today so here so go!!! I hope you like it ☺️ as always, likes and—especially—comments are very VERY much appreciated 😌 if you have any tags you think I should add just tell me cause I’m not sure if I missed any 🧐 ANYWAYS, enjoy, lovelies 💕

4.5k words | Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

The couch was irritating you, you were hyper aware of it, the texture, the firmness, everything about it. It didn’t matter where you sat though, everywhere was irritating. Everything was irritating. Your parents were out of town on some dumb anniversary. No. Your parent and her husband. Leaving you home alone with your stepbrother.

 Leon. 

He was annoying. He was rude, crass, and bitchy. When your mom had told you she was seeing a guy you were happy for her, until she told you that he had a son a few months older than you. Other kids was the one dealbreaker for you, but your mom loved this man so much and you didn’t exactly have much time left to live with her. You could deal with it. So you met Leon, he didn’t talk the entire dinner but to introduce himself and then order something. This was 8 months ago.

Now you live with him.

You were sure that there were worse people to live with, like… Bundy or Dahmer maybe. He always had those loudmouth friends of his over. Chris, who would spend the whole time yelling at the tv and Luis, who would just flirt with you the whole time. The worst of it was that they would only hang out in the living room so you were always confined to your room till they left. That was unless you wanted to hear, ‘ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH ME,’ and, ‘Hola, señorita, ¿Qué pasa? You look gorgeous,’ which… you didn’t wanna hear that. Not to even mention how insufferable he was when they weren’t around. Which was the situation now. Sitting on the couch next to you was Leon Kennedy, staring up at the tv watching Desperate Housewives. He had this constant resting dick face that never seemed to go away, and along with that he also seemed to be followed by resting dick air everywhere he went. Especially now that his dad took away his phone and other electronics before your guys’ parents left for their trip. Because apparently that man cared jack shit for your sanity. Now, Leon was irritated. He was insufferable when he was irritated. It just radiated off of him and you were a porous permeable surface. You guys sat like that until…

“Can I use your laptop?”

“What?” You turned to him, his words bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Can I use your laptop?” He repeated himself.

“Uh… sure, I guess?” Shrugging you got off the couch before stopping in your tracks and pointing at him, “but I get to use your car!” Your eyes widen with excitement and you point at him.

“No, no way. You are not driving my car. Not gonna happen.” He huffed in amusement and shook his head.

“And why not?” Your hands went to your hips and you made a face.

“Because,” he mocks your tone, “you’ll crash it.”

“Says you! Leon, you are like the king of bad driving. You hit a tree last month! A tree! They don’t even move and they’ve been there for like years!” Your hands were flying everywhere at this point. You had your license, but since Leon was a little older and got his a little before you he got a car. And since he got a car—and only Jeff Bezos could comfortably pay for his car insurance—you didn’t get one, you had to share with your mom and stepdad. But since they were halfway across the country, you were stuck here.

“It was in my blind spot!”

“What about that mailbox last week? Or Ms. Anderson’s side mirror? Everything can’t be in your blind spot, Leon. That’s what windows are for.” you close your eyes and sigh, “you know what, I don’t care. Bottom line is, if you don’t let me drive your car, no laptop.” You knew you were reaching, but you didn’t care. It’s not like you lost anything if he said no. It wasn’t fair he got the car anyways, your mom promised you a year ago on your birthday that when you got your license she’d take you to a used car dealership and you could pick one. But apparently ‘situations change’ and ‘things don’t always go as planned’, so you were left having to explain to your friends that it actually wasn’t gonna happen. Leon could practically burn holes through your face with the way he was looking at you, honestly that’s probably what he was thinking about. He sighs and closes his eyes.

“Fine.” He opens his eyes and gives you just about the brattiest look imaginable. You just smile and giggle. Your eyes widened in surprise. You were not expecting him to actually say yes.

“Okay!” You practically sprint upstairs to your room, grabbing your laptop off the bed. You make your way back downstairs and bring it to him. “Here ya go!”

“Thanks.” He takes it with a scowl and gets up.

“Whaddya need it for anyways?”

“Because I wanna watch stuff.” He responds flatly.

“What kinds of stuff?” ‘Porn?’ Was your first thought, but you opted not to verbalize that. 

“Stuff you can’t watch on the tv?”

“Yes.”

“Why not?” You blinked at him.

“Because you’re watching the tv in here, dingus.” He didn’t look guilty. You know, like you would if you were gonna use your stepsister’s laptop to watch porn off of. He just looks annoyed. “Can I go watch some shit now or you gonna keep interrogating me, detective?”

“Jeez, moody. Sure, go.” You shoo him and turn back to the tv as you sit on the couch. He walks away to his room and you lay back covering your face with your arm. It felt like a weight had been lifted, the tension gone immediately. Part of you wanted to say it was just because he made the air so thick with irritation he could suffocate a room, but you knew that wasn’t completely true…

Leon was hot, like crazy hot.

It was frustrating being around that all day and night. Eating dinner across from an actual model… not easy. It was especially not easy when that model was a sarcastic asshole, and it was especially especially not easy when you kinda liked it. Yes every comment pissed you off, made you want to scream sometimes, punch a hole in the wall. but it also had you wondering… ‘would he… I mean in bed did he…’ god you hoped so. ‘Ew, no you didn’t.’ It was dumb—and entirely inappropriate—but that’s all you could think about when he was around. At some point all the irritation and hatred you had for him just living here, turned into… something you shouldn’t think about.

But who cares.

You didn’t have time to think about that. You had much more pressing matters to attend to, like… desperate housewives. You sit up and lay your body on top of your legs like you were folding yourself in half. You looked up at the screen and flipped onto your back kicking your legs over the back of the couch. It was like you just couldn’t get comfortable no matter what. 

“Mmmmmuuhhhhhh.” Sighing you sat back up like normal, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch and onto your tired form. And then it hit you.

The computer.

‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.’ Standing up abruptly you started making your way to Leon’s room, practically running up the stairs.

You were tired last night. Really, really tired.

So maybe, just maybe, you forgot to close out of a tab last night. Or maybe a couple. Besides it is your computer, why do you need to close out of anything? You don’t, or at least you don’t when your step brother isn’t using your computer.

“Leon, I need my computer.” You knocked at his door and turned the knob quickly. Locked, of fucking course. “Leon?” Bouncing around a little on the balls of your feet, impatiently you step back from the door and shake the tension out of your hands. ‘Maybe he didn’t see it. Maybe he… didn’t even get on the computer yet. “Leon, I don’t… I don’t need your car. It’s fine, I asked Claire and she said she’d drive me this week.” His door opens like that’s exactly what he was waiting to hear.

“Okay, fine. Take it.” He steps away from the door and you walk inside, looking back at him you take extra attention to his expression. He definitely knows. You just turn back unable to think about that for too much longer, your face burning with heat as you pick up your laptop off of his bed. You feel a pair of hands snake around your waist and you tense up. “But first, I have to know why my slutty little sister thought it was a good idea to give me her laptop with porn open.” It was like your brain took a screenshot. ‘Did he just…’

“I don’t… Leon, I’m sorry. I didn’t-I forgot.”

“Oh you’re such a liar.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “No, I think you did it on purpose. You’re such a smart girl, I don’t believe you could be so stupid.” Your breath got heavier at his accusation.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I fell asleep ‘nd forgot it was on there.” He didn’t respond but his hands started running up and down your sides. “Leon, stop teasing me.” Your voice came out just a whiny whisper, sounding a lot more needy rather than urgent like you meant it.

“You know, I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be into that sort of stuff. Always get so nervous when Luis flirts with you, always get so flustered when people touch each other in a movie.” He was ignoring your request completely. “But it makes sense now, you get all shy cause you like it.” Your eyes widen and you squirm in his arms, not exactly trying to get away. Not really trying to get away at all actually. “Wonder how many times I’ve been sitting with you on the couch while your cunt gets all wet. So shameless, darling.” Your body is frozen in embarrassment, it’s kinda hot. ‘God. Don’t think like that Jesus.’

“No, never,” Liar. “Leon, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Yet you aren’t trying to stop me, are you?” His voice is so completely self assured and cocky. Asshole. It made you so wet. You aren’t trying to stop him. You don’t want him to stop, even though you should. He pulls his hands back a little for you, so that if you want to get out you can. Without as much internal protest as you’d hoped, you stay completely still. “See, I was right. You are just a little slut who wants to get touched by her stepbrother.” You visibly cringe at that but feel slick spill into your panties at his words.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?” His hands go back around you, pulling you close to him. You could feel the outline of his hardened cock against you.

“Stop… being weird.” You shifted around in his arms.

“How am I being weird?” He snickered.

“Because you’re… stop saying it like that?” Your face was burning at this point. He was pushing up against you, pressing your hips against the edge of his bed.

“Saying it like what? Isn’t that exactly what’s going on? A dumb whore getting wet for her brother?”

“Leon.” His hand dipped down the front of your pants, running his finger down your clothed slit.

“Oh but why? It feels like you like it when I talk to you like that. I mean… given the videos you were watching, I bet you like it.” You pushed up against him. You just want him closer, it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong. He knew what he was doing, making you feel small, degrading you. “You do like it, fuck.” He started grinding himself against your back. You did like it, you wanted him to keep going, keep making you feel small.

“No it… Leon, it’s weird.”

“I know it is, but you like it. You like how depraved it makes you feel. You can’t deny it, I quite literally have seen the stuff you watch to get off.” He was laughing a little, it only amplified how hot and humiliating this was. “Can’t say I haven’t thought about it. Everytime you’d roll your eyes when I’d tease you all I could think about was taking it further, pinning you against the counter or the couch and just telling you anything I could think of.”

“Thought you said you didn’t think I’d be into this?”

“You can be into anything I want you to in my fantasies.” His other hand snakes up to start running his thumb up and down the column of your throat. This really should not have such an effect on you, but it does. Your eyes flutter and you let out a soft needy breath as you lay your head back against him. “Oh you like that? You like that I just imagine you in any position I want?” You nod your head reluctantly. Your lips open and close but no sound comes out. He’s barely even touched you but it feels like your tongue is twisted up in your mouth. You can feel your resolve just slipping away the more he speaks to you, the more he touches you.

“Leon, this is… this is so wrong…” your voice comes out so quiet you aren’t sure he could hear you. Or maybe it’s just because the blood pounding in your ears is so loud that you can barely hear yourself.

“But you like that don’t you? Yeah, I know you do.” His finger travels further up to slide across your bottom lip. Involuntarily—you tell yourself—your lips part slightly. He just laughs softly behind you, the smirk that was undoubtedly plastered on his face was audible. “Does this slutty girl want something in her mouth? There you go…” he slides his finger past your lips and onto your tongue. His thumb starts pushing slow thrusts against your tongue. Your hands go to hold onto his forearm feebly, not trying to move or stop him but just needing something to hold onto. “Yeah? You like it when I finger your pretty little mouth?” You just whine and start sucking around his thumb. “Fuck, bet you’d do so good on my cock.” You turned around to face him.

It was stupid, and you don’t know why you did it… yes you do, liar.

“What?” He grinned down at you. Now being able to see your lips around his thumb he couldn’t get enough of it. You knew you were turned on but holy shit you weren’t expecting him to look like… that. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were lidded. A light blush dusts his cheeks. God he looked good. You imagined you probably looked something similar, probably worse. “I asked you a question.” He pulls his thumb from your mouth and slides it down your chin and across your neck. ‘Oh, right.’

“I um… can I?” You swallowed heavily, barely able to focus on your words with his fingers rubbing at your soft skin.

“‘Can you’ what?” He just laughs, he can tell you’re struggling. Your face heats up with embarrassment realizing just how fuck-drunk you already are. And then he just gets the cockiest look on his face. “Oh, you wanna suck my cock? That what this is?” You just nod weakly, you couldn’t deny it if you tried. “Hmm? I can’t hear you, what do you want?”

“I wanna…” you swallow thickly, “I wanna suck your cock, please.” You chewed on the inside of your lip and just looked at him. He felt like he could just about cum from how needy your voice sounded when you said ‘please’.

“Fuck,” his hand slide up your neck and went to the back of your head. “I know you do. Now get on your knees.” His hand tangled in your hair right up against your scalp and he tightened his grip a little, pulling your head back ever so slightly in the process. The way he was talking to you, how he was treating you, all like you were just some object for his pleasure… fuck, it made you wet. If this situation could possibly get any worse from you guys just doing anything at all in the first place, getting turned on from your stepbrother degrading and objectifying you would definitely make it worse. You moaned softly when he pulled your hair as you started to kneel down in front of him slowly, struggling to resist the urge of responding ‘yes, sir.’ When your knees were on the ground and you finally stopped shifting around to get as comfortable as possible you finally realized the position you were in.

You were on your knees in front of your stepbrother about to suck him off…

But at this point, all thought or consideration of morality and shame had long been lost on you. Instead the lewdness of the situation only fueled the fire and part of you was just getting off on how wrong this was. You felt filthy and all it did was make you want to continue. ‘Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?’, would be what you’d typically be thinking. And you were, just less in a self-deprecating way and more in a self-humiliation way. You bite your lip at the site in front of you, Leon’s clothed hard cock in his gray sweatpants. He had noticed how fixated you were and tilted his head at you with a smirk. 

“You want it?” You just stared up at him and moved your hands up to his thighs as you slid them up. “I asked you a question, answer me.” He pulled your hair a little harder this time and you moaned a little louder.

“Yes, wan’ it, Leon, please.” You were completely breathless. It had felt like your mind had turned to mush. You hadn’t even registered his question as a question when he asked, you just wanted to touch him.

“Yeah, I know.” He pushed your head forward till your cheek was pressed up against his cock. “Pretty little cockwhore just wants me inside her.” Your breath quickened when he started grinding up against your face. “Or she just wants to feel me however I please.” His voice was teasing now and he just ground down against you harder.

“However you please, just… Leon, need you.” You barely even sounded like yourself anymore. Normal you would have just pushed him away in the beginning as you made your second-hand embarrassment apparent. Normal you would have known that that was one of the easiest ways to mess with someone and would have totally used it. But here you were instead, a strong-willed smart girl who never pulled any punches now on her knees getting debased completely and absolutely loving it.

“Mmm, you’ll let me use you however I want? What if this is how I wanna do it? What if I just wanna take my cock out and rub it against your face till I cum all over you?” Even in this state you knew he was trying to trap you. He wanted to get you to disagree so he could hear you begging for whatever you really wanted. But you wouldn’t disagree, cause you don’t.

“Even then, just anything you want.” He grinned at your reply. He was tempted, he really was, but after wanting you for so long he wasn’t gonna waste this chance just to prove a point. ‘Next time.’ He pulls your head back just a little so he can see your face. Your lips are slightly parted and you just stare up at him with a grazed over expression.

“Take it out.” He says firmly and raises his eyebrows. You look down at his crotch and bring your hands up to take his dick out of his pants. You feel a sudden sting on your cheek as he slaps you across the face. “No, look at me.” He grabs your jaw and tilts your face up towards his. You make eye contact with him as you start undoing the string on his sweatpants. Part of you wants to look away just so that he’ll slap you again but you don’t. You start pulling his sweatpants and underwear down till his cock swings free. Your eyes dart down to his dick and are only able to just barely register what you’re seeing before he slaps you again just a little harder. “Did you not hear what I said to you? Look. At. Me.” You moan softly and shake your head.

“I heard you, ‘m sorry I was just curious.” You sound a little like you’re about to cry but you’re far from sad about all this.

“You’re curious?” He mocks your voice and pouts his lip before scoffing and leaning down ever so slightly. His thumb caressing your neck. “Don’t worry, once I fuck this little throat you’ll have every answer you could possibly ask for.” You shudder a little before just nodding your head and opening your mouth. You loll your tongue out and he grins. “Yeah, stay like that.” He slaps his heavy tip on your tongue and you can taste the bitterness of his pre-cum. “Open wider.” You obey him and open your mouth further. He leans forward and spits in your mouth. Your eyes flutter and you press your thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed. “You like that?” He laughs and rubs one of his fingers over your tongue. “You like it when I spit in your mouth? Fucking disgusting.” He grips his cock and guides it onto your tongue before pushing into your mouth. He groans and holds your head back against the side of his bed before he starts thrusting into your mouth. “Mmm, fuck. Such a good girl with a slutty little mouth. What would your friends say if they knew you’re getting face fucked by your stepbrother, and loving it so much you’re practically dripping onto the floor? What would your mom say?” You really didn’t wanna think about his second question.

“Mmm.” You just hum around his cock in response and he smirked. It’s not like you could actually respond. You kept your eyes on him, loving the way his jaw tightened when he hit the back of your throat. Or the way the muscles in his arms would twitch and flex under his tight shirt. He was right, you did love this and you could feel the discomfort of your sticky panties between your thighs, damp and uncomfortable. His hand went to the top of your head to grip your hair between his fingers and he started pushing in faster.

“Mmh, oh fuck… love sucking on your big brothers cock, yeah? Such a fucking cockwhore it doesn’t matter who it’s from.” He was thrusting at a fervent pace and it was evident he was just chasing his own high. Using your mouth as his personal fleshlight to fuck and fill. It was hot being treated like this, especially by Leon. He tightened his hold on your hair and pushed in a little too far which made you choke. It made slick pour into the gusset of your panties. Fuck, he was right. You’re a total slut. Your hands went up to hold onto his thighs for support as your eyes closed. Spit drooled down your chin and onto your chest, tears poured down your cheeks which Leon took pleasure in wiping away. “Maybe next time you’ll let me fuck that pretty pussy. Bet she’s just crying for me, you are.” ‘Next time?’ The thought made your skin burn with arousal. “Think you’re gonna let me fill up all your holes. Fuck. Yeah, I wanna see that. My obedient little stepsister leaking cum onto my bed, absolutely spent. Such a fucking whore you’d probably ask me to do it again. Fuck your little pussy till it’s sloppy and bred.” 

He wasn’t even looking at you. His head tilted back and his hips stuttered. You could tell he was getting close.

“I’m gonna cum down this slutty throat and you’re gonna swallow it all and thank me.” His face and neck were a little red and he had this sheen of sweat that the light from his lamp bounced off of. He looked like some kind of angel and if he wasn’t aggressively fucking your face you might’ve actually believed he was. “Fuck, oh take it.” He moaned and pushed his cock to the back of your throat. You could feel his hot cum paint stripes into your mouth. He rutted his tip right against the back of your throat while he moaned and mumbled. “Good girl, good girl. Take it, baby.” He pulled back out of your mouth and looked down at you while he stroked himself a few times to make sure he was done. A little bit of cum spilled from his tip and onto your thigh. You could finally swallow now that he was out of your mouth and god it felt good. You opened your mouth to show him that you really did it.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him softly and he shuddered at your words. He looked away from you and cursed as his face got red. He was just talking earlier; he didn't think you’d actually do it.

“Quit it, you’re gonna make me hard again.” He seemed a little embarrassed. He moved your hair out of your face and went to the bathroom across the hall. You heard water running for a bit and then he came back and kneeled in front of you. He silently used a warm rag to wipe away the dried tears from your face and the little bit of cum that spilled onto your chin. “There you go.” 

“Thank you.” He wiped away the bit that was on your thigh and you guys just stared at each other for a second. It wasn’t really awkward but more like each of you had something to say that you just wouldn’t. 

He leaned forward and kissed you. It was soft and sweet and you had plenty of room to move away if you didn’t want it. There was such a contrast from what you were doing now and what you had been doing, hell, how he was acting with you now and how he had always acted with you; it felt like it was short circuiting your brain, but in a good way. He pulled back and set the rag on his bedside table before picking you up and setting you on his bed. He crawled in next to you and put his arms around you. It felt a little weird but in a nice comforting way. It was something you really needed. You almost forgot that you had been sucking him off—if you could even call it that—like two minutes ago. You really weren’t tired but you laid there with him for who knows how long. 

Maybe you really didn’t hate having a stepbrother.

[hell2yasback]

would i fuck? tcc edition:

1. Eric Harris

maybe, depends on if he admits i’m a man or not… he’d be so desperate for it he probs would tbh

2. Dylan Klebold

yes. this boy needs a good fuck, and i’d be happy to give him that for the small price of admitting he’s at least mildly interested in men

3. Pekka Auvinen

100% no doubt i would. he’s baby, i love him sm, i would.

4. Adam Lanza

absolutely not, he scares me

5. Andrew Blaze

i wouldn’t, but only bcuz i’m interested in men. i’d give her a gigantic hug tho

6. Artyom Anoufriev

if it meant he’d kill me after then i’m on board

7. Nikita Lytkin

yes, baby needs a good fuck. and someone else who isn’t artyom in his life

8. TJ Lane

nop, too twinkish

9. Jeff Dahmer

if he cooked me dinner first i would

[septic-9mil]

We are doing a posterboard project and my forensics teacher told me that since jeff dahmer doesnt have a lot of other evidence pics other than literal gore that she wants me to use some type of gore pic for it.

Problem: i havw to print them at thw school library myself.

Another problem: the whole school is going to see it

Do i just find less gorey pics for it? Its to show how bad murderers were. Or do i do the crime justice and use the photos to show just how fucking horrible dahmer was????

Im unsure of what is more morally correct. Either way i have ro use real pics of dead people.

I think using them to show how fucked up it was is better cuz it gets your point across because less gotey ones would seem like you were watering it down yk? HAVING TO PRINT THEM AT THE LIBRARY THO. THATS GONNA BE ODD FOR YA

[slimeydreamer]

Had a dream where there was a documentary about regular people who have the same name as celebrities, and there was a whole section dedicated to just serial killers. 

One guy named Theodore Bundie was interviewed. He was an office worker from Utica. He went on to talk about how he's 40 years old, but people are so stupid that they really think that he's Ted Bundy, so it's still affecting his life. 

Like, he has no girlfriend because “women think I'm gonna kill them”, he's stuck at an office job because it doesn't involve talking to people (previous bosses didn't like the idea of him interacting with customers) and the only person in his life that loves him despite his name is his cat.

But what was KILLING ME about Theodore Bundie was that he was black!!!!!! So I was yelling at the TV like “DO PEOPLE NOT REALIZE TED BUNDY WAS WHITE????? WHAT THE FUCK?? HE'S BLACK! WHY WOULD YOU THINK HE'S TED BUNDY WHEN HE'S BLACK???”

They also interviewed a guy named Jeff Dahmer who was REALLY into serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer. Like, he dedicated his life to dressing + talking just like Jeffrey Dahmer. Bro literally told the camera “One of these days I'm gonna kill a hooker to REALLY live up to my name!”. 

I turned to my cat and I said “Bro are you SEEING this?? Lock him up” and he went MRRAWR and I woke up.

[problematicfactive]

I did not think I was going to make another one of these so soon but some of you took that last post as an excuse to come onto my blog, anon, and be an ass to me and diguise it with "I'm problematic so this is soooo relatable"

The target audience of this blog is not factives who were sourced from someone the system knows personally

I've not ever had a problem posting your asks with your experience because I do think that is a issue that doesn't get spoken on and needs to be. I'll be honest, however, and say that it has made me a little uncomfortable as at this point my blog has become moreso posts on that kind of thing and less for infamous factives, but I've not said anything because you all deserve a voice too, and i figured I would just try to pump out a lot of content for us well know murderers and such and try to make it equal

I'm not going to keep doing that if you're just going to come into my inbox and shit on me and act like it's cute and relatable. Lately I've been getting asks that seem to follow this exact format:

Your blog is so nice! It really helps me feel accepted and seen! Im sourced from someone who has hurt us in our life and has not been recognized or popularized by the internet. People just don't understand what its like to be someone with a low end identity and not some stupid, popular, famous introject

And as some stupid, popular, famous introject, get the fuck off my blog? I don't owe anyone anything and I certainty don't owe you the privilege of speaking these things onto this blog which it targeted to the Ted Bundy, the Kanye West, the famous people that no one fucking likes.

This blog is not for Joyce D. The systems neglecting mother or Jax H. The hosts racist ex. I don't mind if you guys are here and feel accepted into this blog, I accept you here, but this blog is primarily for the people who are outcasted and ostracized for being who they are, and I can promise you, Joyce, factive of the hosts neglecting mother, you will not get half of the shit from the internet that Jeff, factive of Jeffrey Dahmer will. I promise.

If this weird habit of coming into my asks to shit on infamous problematic factives continues, I will not hesitate to delete this blog. I don't owe you anything.

[nerdylilpeebee]

lol im not the person u were arguing with but the thing abt aileen wuornos is that she is always apart of those "MOST EVIL PPL ON THE PLANET" lists when there were tons of male murderers who literally tortured and raped their child victims. who tortured prostitutes til they died of shock. who kept women in their shed/trailer/basement to abuse them in unspeakable ways. aileen was mentally ill (as were most male murderers) still she didnt torture her "victims", she just shot them. she didnt rape, strangle, electrocute or burn her victims alive til they go into shock. she didnt dismember or eat her victims body parts. she wasnt getting off to to murdering them which is probably the most disgusting part of what most male serial killers do. she just shot and robbed them. and ppl act like shes litcherallay satan. its cuz they think "noooo it could have been ME!" and i bet thats also why you hate her this much (ugly enough to buy sex). just think about it. are robert maudsley and aileen wuornos EXACTLY THE SAME and JUST AS EVIL as literally any male serial killer??? like ed kemper, jeff dahmer or like literally HUNDREDS that have tortured kids to death????

Firstly, there are NOT hundreds of serial killers. XD Honey, serial killers are incredibly rare. There are not hundreds of them. If there were, this would be a SIGNIFICANTLY more dangerous world.

Secondly, most serial killers in general have a psychology that means they're "getting off" on their kills, in the sense that it gives them psychological satisfaction. There is no phenomenon for "most male serial killers" where they get sexual satisfaction from it. That is not a thing.

Thirdly, not being as bad as Jeffery Dahmer, who I believe was a cannibal if I'm remembering the details correctly (I may be wrong) does not mean you're still among the most evil people on the planet. You're a serial killer. That makes you among the most evil people on the planet. A normal, non-evil person does not become a serial killer.

Fourthly, how EXACTLY do you know that Aileen DIDN'T "get off" on killing her victims? All serial killers get satisfaction from killing, that's why they serial kill, it's part of their psychology. So how do you know she's some exception to that rule?

Fifthly, I would never purchase the services of a sex worker. XD I have no interest in sex with someone I have to pay to do it with. That has nothing to do with my hatred for a fucking serial killer, nor does have it anything to do with most people's. Very few, if ANY, hates Aileen because "oh it could have been me," they hate her because SHE'S A FUCKING SERIAL KILLER.

[ramona-thorns]

new evan peters fans scare and disgusts me a lot bc why are you all simping and writing a smut for jeff dahmer? that man is not a fictional character. he's a fucking serial killer.

[lucysarah-c]

Watching the Jeff Dahmer show on Netflix taught me one thing, half of those could have been helped IF PEOPLE DIDN'T FOLLOW STRANGERS TO THEIR FUCKING HOUSE OR GET INTO STRANGERS' CAR. Like... WTF dude, DUDEEEE. Some dude stops me in my way and says "I will pay you to take pictures of you, 100 bucks, my house" and my legs won't be fast enough for me to run from that person.

No intentions to victim blame, just that honestly... Some people have zero survival skills. Do people truly forgets the "don't accept candies from strangers, don't follow strangers" from when we were like 5 years old? I mean, I thought about "it was the 80' or 90' the world was different" but then I remembered there were people going out in a pandemic and refusing to put masks on...

Just remember guys, even if the guy stopping the car is as hot as Evans Peters, don't get in a stranger car. Met that person in public spaces trying to decipher if he's not a creep, he may be a good one and be able to hide it but at least you tried to find out before you follow him TO HIS GODDAMNED HOUSE.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Don't follow strangers anywhere, I didn't think I had to clarify that.

[emo00skid]

So i just finished the Dahmer series.

I hated Jeffrey. I think what he did was disgusting. His mom was a bitch. His dad was a dumbass. His stepmom was “nice” but never actually helped with anything.

The victims deserved better. They deserved a memorial at least.

But. But. Hear me out. The story about Jeff repenting was true. The prison church said that. And as much as he was fucked up and deserved to die, the inmate did not have the right to kill him.

Jeff. Idk. I think he’s still going to hell ya know but thats not something for me to say, bcs im not god. I do believe he was trying. He was trying to understand what he did was wrong. He was trying to get punished bcs he knew he was wrong.

As much as i was annoyed by the dumbassery of the father when Jeff was younger, Lionel didnt deserve to find out his son who just told him he wanted to get baptised and do better…is now dead. That was just so sad. I cried. I cant imagine the hate he have for himself. All now his son is dead.

I hope he finds at least a tiny amount if peace with himself.

[downwithpeople]

so this loathsome hopping cunt has a gang of undead that he resurrects to force into a life of thieving like some kind of unholy combination of jeff dahmer, fagin and skippy and one of these zombies stole my fucking nice spear that i had on display in my library and i got so angry that i opened up legends so i could find out who did it and now that i know i’m going to send 30 of my burliest dwarves to turn his scrotum into a novelty lighter