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This is so old and probably not even accurate anymore but uhhhhh
these stank ass boys probably smell like old socks and cigarettes
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Listen… I am so thankful to the Crystal Lake Memories documentary for providing me with actual footage of Kane Hodder in full Jason Voorhees costume wearing a massive strap-on. This is an anecdote from Jason Takes Manhattan I had never heard of before and, although it escapes me how they destroyed all the cut footage from The New Blood and somehow kept this outtake, I will now be forever grateful for it.
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I almost posted these to the wrong fucking blog oh my god ANYWAYS I SUCK AND! GOD WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME! lmao
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AND HERE ARE some ugly ass sketches I guess I can post…they look bad bc it’s late and I got kinda sleepy tomorrow’s stream will be so much better I promise lmaooo
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this is rlly gross I’m giving the people what they wanted …. here it is… feel free 2 slam me a message w/requests for this ugly motherfucker
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can I have a hug? You don't fool me with your bad guy routine I think you're sweet and badass
o k A y :D
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Spiderwise smut 2.0
Okay this is probably too long for tumblr so if you prefer AO3 the links here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20440463
But anyhow this involves my interpretation of a hybrid spiderwise, nsfw and is fully consensual(Which is a nice change for me lol), hope you enjoy! :P
Keep reading
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Pennywise x Anon
Feminine and masculine versions
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although a great mocker of emotions, he never felt one of his own
(Inspired by this awesome piece by @tesazombie)
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“Don’t you look good on your knees with all that cum on your face.” - Pennywise (he/him Reader?)
(I don't think I've ever gotten a male reader request before and I may have gotten a little carried away. Based on the mirror scene in Chapter Two)
Your new neighbor was a sexy, single older man and your infatuation with him was instant. He claimed to be straight, but you noticed the way he watched you when he thought no one else was looking. After weeks of undercover flirting, he finally decided to take you up on your offer. He insisted on meeting up at that creepy old house just on the other side of his back fence. He wanted to be discreet, fine. Whatever.
You were on your knees, sucking him off in what you assumed was the living room when he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back. You barely had time to close your eyes before he shot his load on your face. When you opened your eyes again he looked embarrassed and was fumbling for his wallet.
"Hey listen, thanks but let's keep this just between us."
He tossed a twenty on the dusty floor and hurried out the door, leaving you with cum on your face and your own erection straining against your jeans. You sighed and stuffed the crumpled bill in your back pocket. It wasn't how you thought the night would go, but twenty bucks was twenty bucks.
You found an old piece of linen and went to the mirror above the mantle to clean off your face. A bitter smile settled on your lips as you thought about your neighbor. Asshole.
"Didn't you look good on you knees, with all that cum on your face."
You whipped your head around towards the sound of the voice, but there was no one there. When you turned back to the mirror, you froze. Standing beside you was the tallest, scariest looking clown you had ever seen. Your mouth dropped open and you tried to run, but he grabbed you by the back of your neck and kept you in place. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that there was nothing beside you, but you could feel the strong grip of his fingers as they dug into your skin.
"Poooor thing."
He crooned and leaned closer to your face. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The clown, he... he sniffed the cum on your cheek, then a too long tongue slid out from between his lips and licked it clean. Your body shuddered as he turned his head and gagged in disgust.
"He didn't take very good care of you, did he? No. He tasted bitter. And he left you with this."
The clown slid his free hand down your body and squeezed the bulge in your jeans. You gasped as he pressed the palm of his hand against your crotch and rubbed up and down until you were hard again. The tightness in your balls was uncomfortable, almost painfully so, and you had planned to take care of it as soon as you got home.
"Why take care of it yourself when Pennywise can give you a hand?"
The clown... Pennywise.. giggled and you weren't sure if he was mocking you or not. He pulled his hand away just long enough for you to watch as your jeans came undone. Your cock sprang free and any thought of protest died as the silky soft material of his glove wrapped around your member. He squeezed your shaft, then formed a tight ring around your cock with his long fingers. You were average sized, not too big, but in his hand you looked small. And god, his hand was warm through the glove!
Pennywise moved his hand, stroking and rubbing in just the right places. You felt dizzy, lightheaded. Your legs began to shake but the clown kept you standing. You bucked your hips as you felt yourself getting closer. In the mirror you could see what the clown was doing, but when you looked down, there was only you. The skin of your cock slid up around the tip before pulling back in time with his strokes.
"Oh god, this can't be real!"
He laughed at your reflection and squeezed his hand even tighter.
"It's real enough. Now, cum for Pennywise."
A few more strokes took you over the edge and you moaned as you came. Spurts of cum coated the clown's glove but he didn't stop and you couldn't push his hand away. It was too much on your sensitive cock. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he let go and you dropped to the floor.
When you looked up, the clown was there. Really there. He watched you while he licked his palm and sucked his fingers clean. The way he did it was... obscene. Once he was finished, he smiled to show far too many sharp teeth.
"Next time you need a release sweet meat, come play with the clown."
You scrambled to your feet. His laughter chased you as you ran from the house.
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“How about a little taste….?”
A doodle from last night that got a bit out of hand lmao
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Imagine if you will, for some reason or another, possibly something of an Alternative Universe/Reality, that Pennywise is unable to touch or hurt his victims if they have their eyes closed. Focusing on that sense of belief.
After all, if you don’t see it, it’s not real. If you don’t believe in it, it isn’t real and has no power over you, which has some of the elements that the IT story is about.
Imagine that you have your eyes squeezed shut, and you’re convincing yourself with everything you have, that Pennywise isn’t real. He isn’t there, he isn’t real, and he is unable to hurt you. You know in your heart that your belief is flimsy, and isn’t as strong as you would like it to be. He knows that too.
Imagine that Pennywise is circling you like the hungry clown that he is, growling his frustration, and doing everything in his power to whisper in your ear, to convince you to open your eyes. Claws or hands inches away from you, tracing your shape without actually touching. Open your eyes. Just a bit. It’s not going to hurt if you open them just a crack.
Definitely don’t imagine that trepidation and absolute terror of having that ancient evil voice whispering in your ear, being able to smell him, hear him, and being lured into just looking at him. But you know that if you do, it will be the last thing that you ever do.
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