Stephen King - Blog Posts
man, these spot the difference games are getting harder and harder
Ongoing List of Stephen King Books I’ve Read:
- The Shining
- It
- 11/22/63
- The Institute
- Lisey’s Story
- Carrie
- Mr. Mercedes
- Finders Keepers
- End of Watch
- If it Bleeds
- Billy Summers
- You Like it Darker
- Joyland
- The Colorado Kid
- The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon
- The Gunslinger
Currently Reading:
Up Next:
- ‘Salem’s Lot
- The Stand
- Later
- Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
- Four Past Midnight
“Buradayım çünkü sana dair her şeyi seviyorum. Sana geçmişte ne olmuşsa veya gelecekte ne olursa olsun sorun değil. Çünkü karşımda duran kişi bir mucize, sen bir mucizesin. "
|| 11.22.63
"+Bana gelecek hakkında bir şey daha söyle
-Seni seviyorum. Şimdi de gelecekte de."
|| 11.22.63
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Stephen King
Thank you so much for writing this fanfic for me! I'm completely in love with Ross and your fanfic is one of my favorites without a doubt! I've read it several times and rewatched the movie because of it. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart 💖 Your stories are incredible and I love each and every one of them 😍🥰☺️✨
Grass Feeding the Grass
Smut based off the movie adaptation of Stephen King and Joe Hill’s In the Tall Grass. I love Stephen King, and I love Patrick Wilson and his characters.
Ross x reader, first person pov, Patrick Wilson x YOU
Word count: about 1k
Reader replaces Becky. No description of reader besides mentions of her being pregnant, being smaller than him, and wearing Becky’s dress. I couldn’t help my mind from wandering to this scenario while watching the movie. I was like yes please.😀
WARNINGS: PURE SMUT, 18+, MDNI, NON-CON/RAPE, rough sex, implied age gap, degradation, humiliation, semi public sex, voyeurism?, choking, size kink af. Just don’t read if not comfortable. This one is DARK.
I hit the ground hard, my head spinning and body trembling, as Ross loomed over me. I screamed in absolute horror as he pinned me to the ground with my hands above my head.
“Want to see the rock? Want to lay on it naked, and feel me in you, beneath the pinwheel stars, while the grass sings our names?“
“Nooo, please, stop,” is what I choked out, but my body was screaming the opposite. It must have been something in the air or maybe in the grass that seemed to emanate magic. My arms had no more fight as I looked up at him through my tears. His words, that maniacal look in his eyes, and the moonlight rippling off his biceps as he held me down, it was all too much. I couldn’t be held accountable the way my body was starting to react to his. Ross must have noticed this too because he laughed in a knowing and almost condescending way. I could only whimper as he lowered his face to my exposed neck.
“I think you do. Don’t you?” He smiled that creepy smile against my neck. “Or maybe she does…” he said while one of his hands moved to my pussy under my dress.
I screamed again. I said no, but it didn’t matter. I wanted it.
“Yeah I think you like this. I watched all of your resolve give out while you were looking at my body. You want to be pinned down and raped by me while six months pregnant. Your eyes turned from fear to lust. Don’t they go hand in hand so often?”
He began sucking at my neck and gently rubbing my cunt through my drenched panties, as I whimpered and moaned. I could imagine the dirt underneath me turning to mud as my arousal soaked through my thin cotton dress. I was a mess as his kissing and sucking gave way to hard biting. Hard enough to draw blood. I felt it slide down my neck and into the grass where it blossomed and flourished along with my other fluids. We were grass feeding the grass.
Quickly, he pulled my panties to the side, and shucked off his pants. I was powerless to get away. He was so much bigger and stronger than me. I watched as he removed his underwear, freeing his massive cock. No, no, no, no, I think I was babbling as he returned to his previous position over me and lined himself up with my slick entrance. I screamed as he forced himself inside of me in one quick motion, almost effortlessly as I was so ready.
“Ohh fuck.” He moaned as he stilled, waiting for me to accommodate the rest of him. I was crying and whimpering louder now. He was impossibly big as he split me in half, and it hurt as much as it felt good.
“I know. I know. I’m so big.” He whispered mockingly into my ear as my whimpers turned to moans, and he started rocking his hips into me. “You’ll have no trouble pushing this baby out once I get done with you, Sweetheart.”
I screamed. He wasn’t Travis, and he wasn’t the father of my baby, making this all the more twisted.
“Don’t cry pretty girl. You want this. The grass wants this.” His hands explored my body as he sped up the pace of his hips meeting mine. The pain was giving way to pleasure.
“Get off of me.” I said one last time while looking up at him. I didn’t sound very convincing. Ross’ gaze hadn’t left me this entire time, watching as my body moved with his. His eyes seemed to light up with fiery arousal at my pleas.
“Feel it, Darlin’. Let yourself feel it.”
“Nooo,” I screamed again, but felt a familiar burning inside my core as my orgasm built.
“Yes that’s it. I can feel how much you love this. Can you feel how much the grass loves this?”
With my release climbing, the grass had stood taller, and seemed to chant like a low chorus. I could suddenly feel a million eyes on me. They were watching and began to vibrate and pulse with our bodies. Their music rose from the low chant to a higher pitched song. Their voices seemed to build in time with my body. I moaned and writhed, urging myself not to come on my rapist’s cock, as he watched on in complete bliss.
“They’re all watching you. Come, and let us fertilize the grass,” Ross said through labored breaths. He was getting close too, as his movements were becoming sloppily love drunk. “Come on my cock, Darlin’.”
The last part came out as a growl as his big, strong hands wrapped around my throat, effectively cutting off my breathing. His muscles flexed as he did, and that was all it took for my pathetic cunt to begin spasming around his insanely large cock. The sounds I made in the process were as inhuman as the grass chorus. Their sound had risen and reached a crescendo.
Then it was like the earth stood still for a second, and it was beautiful. A single tear rolled down my cheek as his hands suddenly crushed my windpipe. My eyes went wide, and he smiled that wicked smile and came inside of me with one last thrust.
I was dead in an instant, but he stayed there a while longer just stroking my hair. I was his eternally. I would soon return from the grass I died in. And he would be ready for me again.
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I will write more Patrick Wilson character x reader smut. I’ve always loved him in Insidious and the Conjuring, and I just recently watched the Watchmen and boy do I have ideas.
me having an imaginary argument while taking a shower:
the shampoo bottles:
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me during an actual argument:
RIP Patrick Hockstetter you would’ve loved listening to Nirvana
I was 300 page into a Stephen king book and thought. I was safe i thought wrong.
it’s three-thirty in the morning, that’s a bad time to talk about should-haves and would-haves - needful things
Does anyone want to go on a Stephen king coming of age adventure with me?? We can fight a clown or we could find a dead body?? Your choice, I'm not picky
IT Pennywise
IT PENNYWISE
Pennywise no tiene forma fija, pero suele aparecer en forma de payaso. Mientras que en la novela es descrito como un cruce entre Bozo y Ronald McDonald, vestido con un traje enteramente plateado con botones naranjas; en la mini-serie para televisión se le ve como un payaso calvo, con la cara blanca, con cabello rojo alrededor de la cabeza, una nariz roja, y traje amarillo de cuerpo entero; de vez en cuando lleva globos en su mano y en la adaptación fílmica lleva un sucio traje de payaso victoriano plateado con puños de encaje, pompones. En numerosas ocasiones le suelen aparecerle colmillos amarillentos para atemorizar a sus víctimas. Tiene un sentido del humor muy extraño. Se suele reír y contar chistes grotescos.
Барклай-де-Толли, 1812
Any Stephen King fans?
😭
so eepy...
I need more Jack Torrance rule34 thanks
My wife
go check it out! hehehhehehehhehehe (*｀▽´*)
So it turned into a horny post i think
Might make a digital vers later idk
I want him so bad
Did draw that yesterday
YOU LIKE IT DARKER by STEPHEN KING (REVIEW)
quickly: a perfect collection of stephen king short stories (men with unearthly talents / madness and murder / stolen lifetimes / psychic dreams and punished deeds / balancing bad luck and good / grandpa’s still got it / an unseen invasion / angels on airplanes / dogs are friends, gators are not / strollers full of rattlesnakes / gentleman scientists / a man with all the answers).
Well yes, Stephen, I *do* like it dark. What a delightful page-turning collection of short horror stories with a wide range of subgenres… detective suspense thrillers… sci-fi alien invasions… and even a couple of heartfelt dramas.
My favorites were Willie the Weirdo (a grandfather and grandson share a suspiciously strange connection), Danny Coughlin’s Bad Dream (a nightmare gives an old man hell in real life), On Slide Inn Road (a family encounters a couple of hoodlums on an abandoned backroad), The Turbulence Expert (a man uses his perception to change fate), Rattlesnakes (a man on vacation grieving the death of his wife becomes entangled with a haunted woman), and The Answer Man (three encounters with a man who knows everything changes one man’s experience of life and time).
I’ll have to admit this is my first King read (and a perfect introduction) though I’ve seen all the movies, shows, and miniseries based on his work. On paper, like on-screen, the stories felt distinctly American™. Like the feeling of eating a double-meat cheeseburger and fries, then washing it down with a ridiculously gigantic can of Coke. Fast, but filling, and oh-what-fun my taste buds had (though my arteries may clog if I overdo it…).
★★★★★ So fun.
can you tell that it’s spooky season reading list:
A FAMILY OF KILLERS by BRYCE MOORE SURVIVE THE NIGHT by RILEY SAGER EYNHALLOW by TIM McGREGOR (not pictured) THESE SILENT WOODS by KIMI CUNNINGHAM GRANT YOU LIKE IT DARKER by STEPHEN KING
Há dois dias finalizei minha releitura de "Doutor Sono", depois de ter fechado 2022 relendo "O Iluminado".
É um pouco estranho e me sinto solitária na opinião de que essa continuação é muito melhor do que a obra que a originou. AMO "O Iluminado", mas em minha mais recente experiência com o livro reforçou-se o sentimento de que há uma carência ali que não está em "Doutor Sono" - um livro que, para mim - é fechado e completo beirando a perfeição.
Gostar dos personagens na obra original é um esforço contínuo que, em alguns momentos no decorrer da história, não parece oferecer qualquer recompensa. Em "Doutor Sono" a ligação entre o leitor e, principalmente, Dan Torrance é íntima, dolorosa, familiar. Sou grata ao King por me proporcionar experiências como as de Doutor Sono, Billy Summers, A Zona Morta, Joyland e muitos outros. Sempre serei. Sempre estarei pronta e exultante para mais uma dessas experiências.
"As coisas mais importantes são as mais difíceis de expressar.
São coisas das quais você se envergonha, pois as palavras as diminuem – as palavras reduzem as coisas que pareciam ilimitáveis quando estavam dentro de você à mera dimensão normal quando são reveladas. Mas é mais que isso, não? As coisas mais importantes estão muito perto de onde seu segredo está enterrado, como pontos de referência para um tesouro que seus inimigos adorariam roubar. E você pode fazer revelações que lhe são muito difíceis e as pessoas te olharem de maneira esquisita, sem entender nada do que você disse nem porque eram tão importantes que você quase chorou enquanto as estava contando. Isso é pior, eu acho. Quando o segredo fica trancado lá dentro não por falta de um narrador, mas de alguém que compreenda."
– O Corpo, Quatro Estações. Stephen King.
"Sempre se sabe a verdade, pois quando você fere a si ou a alguém com ela há sempre um sangramento visível."
IT 2017 oc!! (yippee!!)