#doug thirst

[lotus-duckies]

monster prom is really out here feeding me all my middle school monster infatuations with a spoon

[whitegoldtower]

Baron Afanas from WWDITS would be a great faceclaim for Vingalmo.

Would. Would so hard.

Tired of pretending that old man isn’t hot because HE IS.

[tahani-family]

GAZA 😭😭🇵🇸🔗⬇️

support us we lost our home and our workes😔💔

https://gofund.me/9e77d407

My children are sick from the cold and the spread of diseases, and they are all in pain. I have been displaced with my children many times, and each time we had to bleed her precious evacuation money to buy transportation and transportation.

These conditions are absolutely catastrophic. It's the end of the world. No child, no mother, no person should have to go through this.

You can help by donating and sharing so we don't have to struggle anymore. All we are hoping for is to get enough money to evacuate to Cairo so we don't have to rely on the black market for simple things like food anymore.

You can help. 

Please take time out of your day to donate to my family, our campaign is moving very slowly and we need your help.

Please help my family get out of this hell. We, like all human beings, deserve safety, comfort, and warmth, and now you have a way to help provide these things for us.

https://gofund.me/5770752d.

Dear, please don't let me down, we deserve life and we deserve your generosity and kindness towards us, you are our lifeline and with your generosity you give us life even a little, but you relieve us of injustice and the cursed war, you are the hope and life once again, be side by side hand in hand, we will make a big difference with faith, strength, will and determination, we will reach the goal, we are very close, I hope you participate and contribute if you can. 💜🇵🇸🍉🍉💐💐.

I am a mother of three beautiful little girls, Sana and Hanan. Hla has been sick recently and Hla needs to be vaccinated very soon, but I can tell you that the situation has been very difficult in Gaza and the campaign has been slow lately.

Thank you to everyone who donated and participated from the bottom of my heart, but my campaign needs more support and interaction. I think that my campaign did not receive the required interaction and attention. It is not my fault that I am Palestinian so that I do not receive support. I think that other campaigns and non-Arab campaigns take momentum from interaction and support. It is not my fault that a Palestinian is marginalized for the sake of my children, humanity, and children's rights. Help m🙏🏻🙏🏻💔💔.

My name is Tahani, I am 30 years old from Gaza and I have three very young children, Sana, Hanan and my youngest, Hala, who grew up during the war. Our house was destroyed, I was displaced several times and I am currently separated from the rest of my family - my husband, brothers, sisters and parents. I cannot tell you how stressed I am.

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I am doing my best to take care of my children by myself, despite facing hunger, thirst, disease and the threat of death. The other day, there was heavy shelling near me and another family close to us was killed. Life in Gaza is now hell and I tell you that we are living as if we are waiting for our turn to die.

I am Tahani from Gaza, I am 30 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to maintain my family. I am married and a mother of three children: Sana, who is seven years old, Hanan, who is five years old, and a girl named hla. She grew up during the war and in very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital directly to the tent. I cannot describe the extent of the suffering and difficulty of living in the tent.

But I need help. The situation in Gaza is very bad right now, with the IDF preventing aid from entering and the food, water and medicine that is available are very expensive. Please share and donate to help me and my children survive and eventually leave Gaza.

Thank you all. I hope you will support me to save my life and the lives of my children🇵🇸🍉🍉.

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We are trying to survive in miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Deir al-Balah, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressure, doubts and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it is not only hunger, disease and fear; it means actual death.

We have been forced to move more than 7 times, and my house has been completely destroyed, and I cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for my children.💔🍉🇵🇸😭

Now, I find myself in this difficult situation, and I strongly and humbly ask for your help to save the lives of my family, especially my children, by getting us out of Gaza. The situation in Gaza has become unbearable due to slow death as a result of hunger, thirst, displacement, the spread of diseases and continuous bombing.🍉🇵🇸💔

The past months have been full of hell and horror. This war has gone on for too long, and our mental health and lives are constantly at risk. We have reached a point where there is no hope anymore in Gaza, as if we are waiting for death. Even if a ceasefire is reached, the devastation in Gaza in all its forms cannot be quickly repaired

Please help me and my children to get us out of genocide🍉🇵🇸💔.

Your help will contribute greatly to alleviating our suffering. I hope you will share my story with your family and friends.💔💔

I will be forever grateful for your kind assistance in this difficult time🇵🇸🇵🇸

Thank you for your kindness and generosity❤️.

Donation link 🇵🇸👇

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[webbyghost]

*takes any smut of Doug Davis you make and loves it in a feral way*

My special meow meow <3

first off, oh my god asdjfhlkadj

secondly, good news! I keep all the smut scenes i've got in a separate document and-

there's gonna be more

[evading-taxes]

continuing on, imagine douglas/doug having hope that their beloved senior is still there, asking finn's face questions as to where finn is and blablabla only to get their hopes crushed as finn's face, a faceless living doll who has donned the mourning dress and drank the coffee for years just gives them a blank look. a negative answer. a null reply.

imagine the mental breakdown. IMAGINE THE ANGST.

imagine when douglas & doug learn how shadows are disposed of, they break

i may be getting ahead of myself in attempting to predict the plot but imagine this:

douglas and doug after hearing about kate's 'faceless doll friend' attempts to befriend a faceless doll after flipping a veil they see finn's face which causes them to go into a spiral that leads to their brainwashing being broken

[monstersmashorpass]

SMASH OR PASS: Abe Sapien, Hellboy

[Art, left; Abe in the Abe Sapien comics] [Middle; Doug Jones as Abe in the Del Toro Hellboy movies] [Right; Abe in the animated Hellboy movies]

Notes from Mod Ghoul: deadass Im convinced the Shape of Water happened bc Del Toro saw how the fandom thirsted for Abe, okay? Abe is an OG 💪 give this fish the love he deserves. Do it!!! He's a good lad!! Deserves so much love!!

Also if ur a fan of Hellboy in general and u haven't watched the animated films, wtf are u doing. go watch them. do it. this is a threat. (affectionate)

Please reblog for greater sample size, as per usual!

[youraveragebtsstan]

Call Me Psychic, Cause I Called It: Lets Discuss 911 S7E6

First of all, what an amazing episode. I like that it was very Chimney centered for change and we got a little more insight on Kevin- which was long over due. I also enjoyed the little peak into Chimney's mind seeing as to how Doug acted as the little devil on his shoulder this episode, unexpected yet so fitting.

The bachelor party was absolutely nuts! Buck and Eddie need to be supervised at all times, I swear. The fact that they couldn't agree on who was Crockett and who was Tubbs is actually insane. And whoever in the wardrobe department decided to have Eddie walking around shirtless for the first few minutes deserves a raise.

Now on to the main event (of my heart, that is)- Buck and Tommy.

Buck telling Tommy to "be safe" when going to start his shift is so tooth rotteningly sweet. Their domestic already and I LOVE it. Plus, that kiss in the hospital entrance GAGGED THE FUCK OUT OF ME. I was half ass joking when I said I really wanted Tommy to show up to the wedding looking absolutely amazing and Buck thirsting over him hard but this...THIS WAS PERFECTION.

I mean it was everything: Tommy walking through the hospital doors covered in soot and smelling like smoke, yet Buck just couldn't help himself. He needed a taste- and a taste is what he was served... When I tell y'all I SCREAMED, bitch I yelped.

Tim Minear continues to raise the bar for ABC, while simultaneously gagging the FOX girlies and homophobes. I stan a queen who's knows her worth, I do.

By the way...

Homophobes, are you there? I'm curious, how does it feel watching us girls, gays and queers continuously win?

Anyway, until next time! BYE 👋🤡

[karatekels]

Shoutout to @eemcintyre...

Who watched me watch A Vision of Murder and (the Cash parts of) Black Friday/The Kidnapping and inappropriately thirst for a clear villain/killer.

YEAH OKAY KILLING IS BAD BUT IF WE DISTRACT HIM WITH SEX HE WON'T HAVE TIME TO KILL NOW, WILL HE?!

(If someone competent wants to make Doug Brister gifs I would be eternally grateful even though the quality of the video is ass)

[helloitshaley]

I need a boyfriend bc why am I thirsting over Doug Jones as the Barron

[methotrex8]

[talesfrommedinastation]

FOR EVERY ASSHOLE COMPLAINING AND MAKING FUN ABOUT TECH’S HAIRLINE I WILL DRAW A PIC OF HIM LOOKING CUTE AND COMFY WITH A PERFECTLY FINE HAIRLINE THAT OH I DONT KNOW MOST Y CHROMOSOME INDIVIDUALS WILL GET IN THEIR LIFETIMES.

Source: Had a long day, drank too much bourbon, found people making fun of receding hairlines and Tech and I see RED.

I also see plenty of children who never thirsted after Christopher Meloni on Law and Order and y’all tasteless and make me the sad. He so FINE.

Also my wonderful hot engineer Eagle Scout husband is a Texan version of Tech and has his hairline. I will defend my man’s like it’s Helm’s Deep up in herrrrre. He my boo. And is probably deeply horrified that Doug the redneck neighbor is quickly becoming so popular on Tumblr and his PhD holding director wife is going on like this.

Whatever. I pay my bills and I do the LORDS WORK.

[toxicanonymity]

Rock Bottom Ch 5: Taste of God

3.5k words | Corey x Allyson (thinks about y/n & Michael), Corey x Michael (x2),

Corey is no longer in control of his actions, blinded by an incapacitating lust that overpowers his will to live.   He grabs the bulge in Michael's jumpsuit with his bloody hand, and his other hand begins to unzip it.  Corey is so hungry for Michael's cock he doesn't even stop to free his own from his pants.  As he lowers Michael's zipper, the large, calloused hands around his throat relax a little but don't fall away. 

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I really got into Corey's POV as you could tell from my recent surge of Michael thirst-posting lol. NSFW

Corey gets on his motorcycle and takes one last look at the entrance to the sewer.  That really happened.  They killed Doug Mulaney together, then they stood together against the wall, Michael's knife at Corey's throat, raging erections pressed so hard up against each other.  The feeling of Michael's hard length against him lingers, and there's a new hope swirling in his soul.  He rides to Allyson and Laurie’s house, exhilarated, reliving it all.  He keeps seeing Michael coming right at him,  stabbing Mulaney on his chest.  Michael, jacked full of dark energy, engorged by the kill.  

Corey has a completely different life than he did just days before.  Michael found him at the edge of darkness, grabbed him by the throat and said, "let's go!"  Corey has been in free fall since then, enjoying every seedy minute of it.  

As Corey gets closer to Allyson and Laurie's house, he has intrusive thoughts about the web he's weaving.  He really doesn't want to introspect - it's such a buzzkill.  But the old Corey is still hanging on somewhere inside him and loves to brood.   His feelings are a tangled mess of joy and gloom.  Lust and bloodthirst.  And in the heat of each moment, he's okay with it. But in the back of his mind as the high fades just a little, the possibilities spin like a mobile above a crib. He wants to sleep with Allyson and rub it in Laurie's face.  He wants to feel Michael inside him. He wants to be Michael inside of (Y/N).  He wants to fuck (Y/N) until she cries.  Why should he have to choose?  

He wants it all, but of course it's not that simple.  Most of the time, he’s graphically sure about what he wants from Michael, but there are moments where he wonders what could possibly come next.  He thinks about the things (Y/N) has said about Michael and wonders.  Really, how could she possibly know?  The fact that (Y/N) is supposedly off limits only makes him want her more.  He wants to find out.  And then there are the moments where he thinks Michael would be enough - that Michael could own him. 

His thoughts turn to Allyson as he parks his motorcycle outside her house.  He feels hope for who she could become - who they could become together.   And if he's honest with himself, he wants to take her from Laurie.  His core is pulled in so many directions.  He imagines himself in the Donnie Darko wormhole with multiple paths coming out of his core. 

Anxiety takes over.  By the time Corey knocks on the door, he's in tears.  Allyson's face says he must look like a wreck.  He's even more banged up than the last time she saw him.  “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he says.  Her eyes blaze with desire.  She lets him in.

Corey’s inner turmoil fades away the moment their hands meet. 

***

Allyson unbuttons Corey's shirt on the way up the stairs, opens the door to her bedroom, then pulls Corey by his jacket onto her bed and he takes off the jacket and button-up.  She kisses him hungrily, pulls him into her with her legs, and as soon as she feels his hardness through his jeans, she unbuckles his belt.  There’s an urgency about her that Corey can relate to. He wonders if it’s contagious. 

Corey  kisses Allyson’s soft lips and pulls her tank top over her head, then she pulls his undershirt off.   He palms her breasts as they grind into each other desperately.  Allyson’s pale cheeks flush red as she frantically unbuttons and unzips him and her small hand grabs his package.   At the touch of her hand, Corey can only think of Michael, and his sense of urgency returns.  

In Corey's mind, Michael chokes Corey, stabs Mulaney, pins Corey against the wall, slices his jaw. . . 

Allyson gropes Corey needily.   Her tongue thrusts into his mouth as he unbuttons her jeans and she kicks out of them.  She looks so beautiful when she’s needy for him.  Her eyes are wild.  Her lips are red like a pin-up.   Corey pins her to the bed and sucks at her neck.  The hardness in his briefs meet the warmth of her panties.    

He grinds his arousal into her and thinks of his cock against Michael.  Allyson frees his stiff member from his briefs.  He shoves a massive hand into her panties and is greeted with the wettest warmth.  He needs to taste her.  He backs up as he pulls the garment  down slowly, kissing her stomach, and aims head downward, but Allyson yanks him back up.  She wants him inside her.   

Corey thinks of Michael inside (Y/N) and his cock hardens even more.

“I need you,” she says as she pulls him up by the underarms.  He kisses her ribcage before he obliges.  Once he’s close enough,  she grabs his swollen package again.  She closes her eyes as she massages it and spreads her legs, bringing it close enough that her pinky grazes her wetness as she moves the skin of his shaft.  Corey lays his cock down against her pubic bone first, then she moves it to her entrance and he hears her loud and clear.  With one thrust, he  plunges into Allyson.  She gasps at the stretch of his girth. 

He has intrusive thoughts about killing Allyson's ex, Mulaney, with Michael.  

Corey’s cock swells even thicker.  Allyson feels it and her lips part with a small sigh.  He thrusts into her, and she pulls his body into hers.  She wants it all, and he doesn’t hold back.   He plunges into her with all the power and passion that’s pent up in his core, and he does it again, and again.  She melts and moans and mewls, and he only pushes harder.    

Corey lasts longer than he has in days.  Allyson comes, whining his name, fingering his hair. Clenching around his cock again and again, moaning obscenely –  he hopes Laurie can hear – until her whole body relaxes under him and she looks at him, her eyelids heavy with love or lust.  Corey tells her he’s close, and Allyson slides out from under him, releasing his cock.  She pushes him down on his back.  She puts her hair up with a ribbon from her wrist, and promptly replaces her warmth with her pretty little head between his legs.  Her ponytail starts to come loose as she sucks his cock with gusto. 

As Corey gets ready to come, his mind is just Michael stabbing - his knife into Mulaney, his cock into (Y/N).  

His ass clenches and the tension releases all at once with a pulsing deep in his ass and an eruption – no, several — of cum into Allyson’s mouth.  She looks up at him with doe eyes as she swallows, her eyes watery. 

Corey looks at Allyson and sees an angel.  One he doesn’t deserve, but one that can fall – or, preferably,  is already falling.  He snuggles up behind her and puts his arm over her.  She takes his hand in hers and traces the wound.  Corey thinks about the way the doctor spoke to her and his veins run cold.  

***

As Corey drifts off, he falls off a bridge and into a dark river as warm as it is violent.  He has no desire to swim to shore.  He's swimming lazily, almost floating, with the current.  It carries him from fuck to kill to fuck with flashes of the last few days. 

Then, he dreams of Halloween 2019.  The opulent front door is open.  Corey is searching desperately for Jeremy and worrying more and more about Michael Myers as he steps into the attic.  Jeremy’s nowhere in sight, but Corey’s mother, Joan, is there.  The door slams behind him.  

"Corey, there's my baby. You want some custard?" Joan unbuttons her sweater and takes his head in both hands.  As she tries to pull his head closer, Corey's muscular neck stiffens in disgust.  

Out of nowhere, the huge, silver knife from the kitchen gleams behind Joan and her face contorts as it penetrates her back.  Joan begins to fall into Corey, then the mask comes into focus behind her.  Michael Myers catches Joan by the hair and yanks her head back toward him.  The knife slices Joan's neck, and as blood splatters onto Corey’s glasses, a wave of relief showers him, too.   Michael lets Joan’s body fall to the floor in a heap and steps over it.  Michael and Corey stand still and Corey gazes through his blood splattered glasses into the warm dark holes of the mask for what feels like forever until he forgets all about Joan. 

Michael lets the knife fall to the ground and outstretches his arms.   Corey steps forward, hesitantly, into Michael’s broad chest, then relaxes as the large arms engulf him, and Corey feels the strong embrace of a man for the first time in his adult life.   The arms tighten around Corey and his core tingles.  As soon as Corey’s cock begins to stiffen, the arms tighten more and he can't breathe.  He begins wriggling and thrashing, and Michael abruptly lets go, but then Corey feels cold and desperate for his arms.  Michael grabs Corey by the throat and slams him into the attic door, and Corey's arousal swells stronger.  

Corey reaches for the mask.  His fingers tremble as they  lift the bottom edge of the off-white rubber, then Michael’s large hand grabs the mask by the face and removes it. Michael’s  face and hair looks exactly like the mask.  His skin is chiseled but leathered.  The should-be whites of his eyes are a glistening black.  Michael stands perfectly still and breathes heavily as Corey reaches for the zipper of Michael’s jumpsuit. 

As he begins to pull Michael's zipper, Corey finds himself nude.  Michael turns him around and violently shoves him against the door face-first and Corey’s breath hitches.   Michael breathes loudly in Corey's ear and Corey feels a stiff, pulsing heat meet the small of his back then drag wetly down and up his crack.  Corey's lungs are floating in his chest and pleasure shoots from his shaft, through his balls, to his ass, and pulses. He’s rock hard.  

Michael's cock wedges head-up between Corey's cheeks, grinds against him, then slides down, finds his hole, and forces its way inside.  Corey shudders as he's impaled and feels every bit as full and alive as he knew he would.  Michael thrusts again and hits Corey’s most sensitive spot, the one no one has ever touched before, not even himself, the one that throbs at the thought of Michael who continues to bury his length in Corey again and again, banging him hard against the attic door until the door begins to weaken as Corey erupts in his sleep.    

The attic door disintegrates and Corey falls over the bannister.  As he tumbles through the air nude, he looks up at the attic door.  “Michael,” he tries to call out, but the shape in the attic door is Corey himself holding the mask. 

Corey wakes up just before he hits the floor.  His briefs are damp and he’s grateful he never fully discarded them. Allyson is stirring.  

Allyson rolls over toward him and speaks.  "Did you. . ."

Heat washes over his face. 

"Did you say 'Michael'?"

“It was a nightmare,” he tells her.  

She kisses him and falls back to sleep, but Corey doesn’t.   He slides out of bed and gets dressed.  He doesn’t wake her up, but he leaves a sweet note: “Great night.  See you later <3”

When he goes downstairs, he smiles smugly at Laurie on his way out the door. “Nice seeing you again, Laurie.”  

-

When Allyson’s clinic is about to close, Corey rides his motorcycle there and parks out of view with his scarecrow mask in tow.  He watches as Dr. Mathis gets into his Porsche with Deb from the Halloween party, then follows them to the doctor’s house. 

Corey creeps around the doctor's property and into the courtyard.  He grabs a drycleaning bag from the garbage and waits.  When the doctor goes inside, humming obnoxiously, Corey grabs a corkscrew from the faux romantic set-up by the fire pit and hides on the other side of the sliding door waiting for him to come back out.  As the doctor reemerges and starts crossing the courtyard, Corey sneaks up from behind and covers the doctor's head in a drycleaning bag.  

The doctor grabs at the bag and gasps for air and Corey tightens the bag around him with one large hand, coming down to his knees as the Doctor weakens and his considerable weight falls against Corey.  Corey then holds the corkscrew between his thick fingers and stabs him in the neck through the plastic.  The doctor's chest rises and falls as he tries desperately to breathe.  As he squirms and thrashes his head, blood smears around inside the bag.  Dr. Mathis finally stops struggling.  

-

A sliding door opens and Deb sticks her head out. "Dr. Mathis.?! " She steps forward and sees Corey in his scarecrow mask holding Dr. Mathis in the dry cleaning bag full of blood.  As Deb panics to get back inside, Corey drops the doctor and races to  the sliding door.  She slams his injured hand in the door several times before managing to close and lock it and grab the phone to call 911.  She recognizes Corey's mask from the Halloween party, and no one could mistake his strong, husky figure and curly hair.  Deb looks at Corey like he's the psycho she always thought.  The look wounds and enrages Corey. 

Corey sees something.  Yes, behind Deb, Michael Myers lurks in the shadows.  Corey's heart swells and his whole body feels warm and light. He bangs on the glass for Michael to let him in.  Michael lumbers toward Deb and snatches her by the throat, not missing a single beat in his heavy stride toward the wall.  As Michael slams Deb up against the large, abstract painting, Corey lifts up his mask and watches intently, unraveling his bandage, giving up on healing, letting the blood flow out, letting all of Michael flow in.  He wants to absorb as much as he can from Michael.  An incapacitating need floods Corey's body and thickens his cock as he watches his master effortlessly lift Deb by the throat.  He holds her against the wall, her feet off the ground. 

Michael stabs Deb in the chest with an enormous knife, pinning her through the art to the wall.  Her feet dangle from the ground.  Corey doubles over in arousal and presses his huge bloody hand to the glass, gazing lustily at Michael.  Corey is utterly his, soaking up Michael’s warm, thick, dark energy.  Michael slowly turns his head to return Corey's gaze.   The intimacy and intensity of the moment between them sends Corey to another level.  His chest heaves and he palms himself with his free hand.  Michael holds the gaze for a moment then admires his work on the wall before abruptly walking through the kitchen and exiting into the courtyard.  

***

Corey needs him so bad he can hardly breathe, but Michael is walking away.  Corey can't let him leave.  "No!," He yells   Corey hobbles, tripping over himself, scrambling to reach Michael while he's still in the courtyard.  He manages to catch up and cut Michael off.  Michael swiftly grabs Corey by the throat, slams him up against the outside of the house, and pins him to the wall with his thigh, adding his second hand around Corey’s neck.  "YES," Corey croaks, and locks eyes with the dark holes of the mask.  His arousal throbs into Michael's thigh and he can feel the hard shape of Michael's length against him once again. 

Corey is no longer in control of his actions, blinded by an incapacitating lust that overpowers his will to live.   He grabs the bulge in Michael's jumpsuit with his bloody hand and his other hand begins to unzip it.  Corey is so hungry for Michael's cock he doesn't even stop to free his own from his pants.  As he lowers Michael's zipper, the large, calloused hands around his throat relax a little but don't fall away. 

With Michael’s jumpsuit open, rays of light might as well burst from between his legs. It’s Corey’s first time seeing what Michael’s packing up close.  Corey's massive hands wrap around the stiff, veiny shaft.  Pre-cum beads at the monstrous tip and Corey salivates.  He looks back and forth between the mask’s eye holes, his brows furrowed, silently asking, begging for his cock.  Michael lets Corey's head slip through his fingers as Corey begins to fall to his knees.  

Corey admires the monster cock head-on just briefly before wrapping his mouth around the head desperately, like it might slip away.  He thinks to himself, so this is what God tastes like.  He unhinges his jaw and curls his lips over his teeth. He slurps the cock into his mouth, sucking hard enough to pull his head down on the shaft.  The girth barely fits in his mouth, and the length certainly doesn’t.  It requires his hands.  Corey sucks from the back of his throat and his eyes water.  He slowly drags the O of his mouth up and down trying to fit a little more of Michael down his throat each time.  The head nudges past his tonsils.  He unseals his mouth briefly to collect some drool as lube for his hands to stroke the rest that doesn't fit. He even dares to cradle Michael's balls for a moment.   

Michael, initially frozen, cradles Corey's head, nestling his large fingers in Corey's locks, causing the scarecrow mask to fall off the top of his head.  The gesture of acceptance has Corey feeling high as a kite.  He looks up with his dark, watery eyes and the mask looks down at him.  He can hardly believe this is happening.  Michael Audrey Myers is gazing down at Corey, cradling his head as he sucks him off.  Corey feels chosen.   

He wants to please Michael better than anyone else possibly could.  He lacks experience and relies largely on instinct, but it seems to come naturally.  He uses his tongue and the pressure of his teeth through his lips and sucks with his throat, creating a vacuum around the shaft.  Michael is tall.  Corey sits up higher on his knees to try more of a downward angle.  Michael moans softly and looks upward as his abdomen flexes against Corey's forehead.  The tears in Corey‘s eyes threaten to overtake his waterline already.  Corey's throat bobs as he continues sucking and stroking, then feels a twitch in his mouth, followed by a pang in his taint and that special place.  

Michael's hands begin to move Corey's head, shoving his length down his throat.  Corey gags and he likes it.  He’s grateful for every thrust, every inch. His mouth is stretched so wide the corners hurt.  And he's drooling.  His eyes prickle and tears run down his cheeks.  Then, Michael’s cock pulses and Corey’s mouth pulses with it.  

Michael places one hand against the wall and his other hand engulfs the crown of Corey's head, forcing him down on his cock as he erupts in Corey's throat. The pulsations are so strong, bursting every two seconds, the swell of his cock filing Corey’s mouth as cum trickles down his throat.  Corey struggles to keep his mouth sealed, not wanting to waste a single drop of Michael's seed.  He swallows with every pump.  

When Michael is finished, he takes his hands off the wall and Corey's hair. Corey lets go of this cock with a kiss and looks up again, desperate for Michael's approval.  But, Michael doesn't look back.  He merely zips up his jumpsuit and continues walking the same direction he was going, like nothing happened.  Corey is left on his knees, painfully hard, alone, and rejected.  And yet, he’s also brimming with joy that Michael is inside him, in a way.  Such a vital part of Michael is inside him, and he can feel it in every part of his being. 

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Corey uses his sweater to wipe drool off his mouth and massages his jaw.   Then, he unbuckles his jeans.  He closes his eyes and his large hand strokes his throbbing, aching member, still feeling the ghost of Michael against his body and in his mouth.  He's startled by the sound of faint footsteps and opens his eyes to red and blue flashing lights illuminating the fog over the fence toward the street. 

The lights go dark, and the footsteps grow clearer. Corey puts his dick away, crouches low to the ground, and scurries into the shadows, past the sliding door, against the outside wall of the house.  He's squatting down next to the glass, still in need of relief, but he tries hard to focus. As he looks for somewhere to hide, static sounds from a walkie talkie.  

"Haddonfield Sheriff's Office,"  (Y/N)'s voice announces.  A bright light approaches.  

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Continue with Chapter 6

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[gizzlyeagleshark]

Someone thirst over Doug with me because I have the dirtiest thoughts

[webbyghost]

thoughts on tracy/doug? sorry if this been asked but i was just curious if it's a thing and you seemed like the right person to ask lol

I've never seen any ships at all for Cooties! It's almost entirely Doug thirst lmao

I don't know if Doug is Tracy's type necessarily, but to be fair the only hint we got on what Tracy might even like seems to be his tennis partner Dave so my initial thoughts are that he's into the athletic guys BUT

I think they could be a really cute pairing. Doug and the one person more anxious than he is. Tracy getting scared and trying to hide behind his much shorter boyfriend. Doug, not phased by people thinking he's weird, helping Tracy come to terms with his anxieties about how people see him.

Yeah I could see it lol

[thewolvesof1998]

Hello!!!!!!!! I remember being heavily invested in LA zoo TikTok Buck before (any updates???? 🥺👉👈) but I also wanna ask about You belong with me? (Although tbf I wanna know about all of them 😊) 💞🦛

Hi Hippo!

@mangacat201 also asked after LA zoo TikTok Buck. Sadly there have been no updates on it until now when this scene popped into my head, enjoy!

Eddie looks over to the closed door where his son is sleeping before clicking on the video. Unlike on the LA Zoo TikTok account, where Buck is usually wearing his uniform, Buck is naked from the waist up in this video. He's standing at a kitchen counter, chopping fruit for his morning smoothie. He's talking about the origins of smoothies, which Eddie had never thought about before and very likely wouldn't have found very interesting if it wasn't for this gorgeous man talking about it. He clicks on the comment section and just as he expects most of the comments are about how hot Buck is, how they would love to wake up to that in the mornings. Eddie snorts some of the more ridiculous comments. Eddie types out the comment 'Really interesting information, thanks for sharing!' and hits send before he places his phone down on the coffee table. He tries to focus on the telenovela but his eyes keep going back to his phone. He sighs and picks it up again and starts scrolling through Buck's videos. Most of them are like the first, Buck making food and talking about some random fact. Eddie finds himself smiling stupidly at how enthusiastic Buck is about all the differing topics. It kinda reminds him of how Chris gets when talking about his current favourite thing. Eddie ends up saving some of the videos that he knows his son will find interesting before finally hitting that follow button.

'You Belong with me' fic is inspired by Taylor Swift's song of the same name. Basically at 12, the Buckley's move to El Paso and their new neighbours are the Diaz's:

And you've got a smile, That can light up this whole town (I haven't seen it in a while) Evan was twelve years old when his parents packed him up and left Hershey and Maddie behind. Maddie, his best friend, his older sister and the only one in their family that actually cared about him. She had told them at Friday night dinner that Doug had proposed and she had said yes, it was just a week early that they had found out that she and Doug were moving to Boston. The two siblings had both waited with baited breaths because they knew that their parents would not take the news well. But Evan never thought they would pack and leave her behind. He could still see Maddie’s tear-streaked face, her words still ringing in his ears: “You can’t just leave me behind and forget me like you did with him!” Evan didn’t know who ‘he’ was and from the flinch from both his parents, he was pretty sure he didn’t want to know. His unusual thirst for knowledge had dried up as he stared at Maddie through the rear window, curled up on herself, making her seem even smaller than she already was. Evan was twelve when he met his next-door neighbours, the perfect little family, three children and two parents who love their kids. He was twelve when he met Eddie Diaz, the perfect son and decided to hate him. He was also twelve when he decided that he didn’t really hate Eddie Diaz anymore and they became the best of friends. 

Thanks for asking! 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[k00ldino]

How do people just casually lust after their celebrity crushes?? Idk if it's because I'm ace or autistic but it somehow feels taboo and I can't explain why??? Like I'm attracted to Matt and Trey in multiple different ways.

My logic tends to be that I'm not allowed to thirst after Matt and Trey [even though I know logically it's not morally bad and thought crimes aren't real.] But I'm allowed to thirst after their characters in BASEketball. Because that's not Matt Stone, that's the bisexual asshole Doug Remer. Even though they are physically the same person?? Does that just come naturally for your celebrity crushes??

yeahh, i want my celeb crushes carnally

but this stance is understandable, i mean, they’re real people with their own families and lives, so it’s easy to get why somebody would be weirded out by desiring them in such a fashion. as opposed to the fictional characters that they portray.

it’s always come naturally to me, so i don’t usually give it a second thought, but i do still feel guilty sometimes about it sometimes just bc they ARE real human beings. i think that’s just having basic respect for them though.

i’m not ace though, and am generally a really horny person so🤷‍♀️ sorry if that’s tmi lmfaoo