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ahsokatanoe · 6 months
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THE BEAR 2.06 Fishes 2.10 The Bear
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theolgajournal · 2 years
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yumyumpod · 3 months
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Watching The Expanse for the first time: Season One
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bosinclairsgff · 9 months
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How slashers would react to a s/o with separation anxiety.
Hey guys! So sorry I haven't posted sooner. I was visiting family. I hope you guys enjoy!!
Includes: Bo Sinclair, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham and Otis Driftwood.
Warnings: Mention of kidnap and separation anxiety (duh)
Bo Sinclair
He normally doesn't mind you staying pretty close to him at all times but when he gets annoyed/mad during the day he takes it out on you.
Would make jokes about how you follow him around like a lost puppy.
If he left without telling you then came back later only to find you having an anxiety attack, he would try his best to help calm you down.
RZ Micharl Myers
He is always close by no matter what. Even if you can't see him you know he's around somewhere watching you.
He likes that you want to be so close with him all the time.
Tbh he has separation anxiety too just a little though and he would never tell you.
He wouldn't know how to help you if you had an anxiety attack. He would just sit next to you and watch you cry.
The Grabber
He loves that you have separation anxiety. It would make him feel so good knowing he made you feel like way about him.
If you ever made him upset, he just wouldn't visit you for a few days. It would give you so much anxiety and you would long to see him.
He likes that you need to be close to him or that you need him to comfort you.
If you ever had an anxiety attack in front of him, he would hold you and play with your hair, UNLESS you made him mad then he would laugh and leave the room.
Corey Cunningham
Would be literally so sweet about it.
He would spend all his spare time with you and when he's not with you he will keep updates with texts or calls frequntly
I could see him trying to leave early in the morning to go get you a nice breakfast so he could surprise you. But you wake up and he's not there, so you start to have an anxiety attack until he shows up with food and he comforts you. He would feel so bad, but he was just trying to surprise you...
Otis Driftwood
Would make fun of you.
Doesn't understand what's wrong with you and thinks you're being too clingy.
He would get annoyed if you followed him around or didn't give him enough space.
If you ever caught you having an anxiety attack over the fact you couldn't find him or something he would roll his eyes and walk away.
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gophergal · 2 months
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... I'm sorry I just love the Big Woman/Smaller Man visual dynamic
[Pillowfort]
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mwah-so-kissed · 2 months
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the girl i like made some crappy slipknot drawings for me for my birthday, i'm so happy :,]
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yodaprod · 30 days
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1986
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spacecimen · 9 months
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My name is James Holden.
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 10 months
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The Goonies (1985 ) co-produced and directed by Richard Donner
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oceanofhades · 2 years
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𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗽𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘁 (𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟭) 
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Pick Me Up || Corey Cunningham ||
A/n: This fucking nerd, I love him.Tweaked somethings that involved Corey.. hope you enjoy it @mask-knife-is-morpheus-love
Warnings: Mention of a dead child.
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“My god that party fucking sucked.”
You thought it would be fun, getting drunk, maybe smoke a little weed but you never thought people would be such a wet blanket. Especially when it came concerning your boyfriend. How was it his fault the little twerp died when Corey was the one that got locked in the room thanks to said brat. The kid would probably still be alive if he let Corey out.
Slipping off your heels your turned your attention to face Corey. You hated seeing him like this, looking so down. “Corey.”
Stopping in his tracks, he slipped off his glasses quickly cleaning them off. “I’m sorry for ruining the party Y/n.” He felt like a loser all over again.
“Fuck the party, it sucked anyways. Didn’t even have any good drinks.” Shaking your head you stepped closer cupping his cheeks. “Fuck them, we’ll have our own fun…besides I want to keep you all to myself anyways.”Placing a kiss to his cheek, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle seeing how red his face got.
It was hard not to take your eyes off of him, not when he looked so good in his Ghostbusters outfit. Your fingers running down his chest, the man’s breath hitching.
Corey wasn’t stupid, he knew what you meant. He could see that list burning in your eyes and he certainly was not going to lie. You looked good in your little ghost dress, leaving nothing to the imagination. Swallowing thickly his hands nervously wrapped around your waist. “I-Okay….but I’m not gonna let you walk anymore.” Placing his glasses back on he then knelt to the ground.
A small squeal leaving your lips as you got on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms wove around his neck. “I have the sweetest boyfriend ever.”
“Really?” Already feeling better, Corey made his way back home.
He couldn’t wait to get you out of that dress.
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babybooday · 2 years
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Rage & Jealously
Short one shot
18+ smut
"Fuuuuuuuuccck" you scream loudly as Corey pummels his hard cock in your tight pussy. Your laying on your back while the crimson substance is dripping off his shirt painting you red. You were turned on. He must've just come back from a kill you thought as he continues to grunt going in and out "Baby you feel so good I missed you" he whispers with his sweat dripping on to your face. Almost unable to respond, pleasure hitting you on every stretch over your skin. You moan again, as you were about to gather your thoughts and respond he is suddenly ripped off of you. "Michael what are you doing" ?! You exclaimed watching Corey fly across the room. He turns back to look at you, you can't see his eyes only black depths in his mask but you do see his chest rising and falling heavily and rapidly "Michael" you state his name trying to reason with him why would he do that you thought? He continues to stare at you his fingers start to twitch. Oh you get it now ..He doesn't like when you and Corey partake in activities alone. You see he considers he's first to you and Corey was second. Only he got to fuck you alone other wise they fuck you together. And he wasn't having it. He turns back to Corey and picks him up by his neck and slams him against the wall. You jump out of bed quickly still naked. "Michael you're going to kill him, stop" you try to reason with him placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Corey is looking at you with pleading eyes about to pass out from lack of oxygen. "Michael I said that's enough" you say a little louder to grab his attention out of the black out rage he was having. He stopped squeezing his neck but not before slamming him back into the wall again creating a body style hole and throwing him out of the room slamming the door. You stand silently behind him and you can hear his breathing start to come to a consistent pace. He turns to face you. You knew you were in for it. With lightning speed he glides across the bedroom puts his hands around your neck and throws you on the bed. He takes off his mask and starts pulling his mechanic suit off never taking his eye off you and in that moment you knew you were about to be punished. Michael grabs you and slams his much bigger and thicker cock in and out of your pussy. Your screams were met with a maniac type of laughter illuminating from the other side of the door where Corey was thrown out of. Fuck this was Michaels punishment for the both of you. As Corey was going insane from hearing Michael fuck you knowing he will always come last.
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If you still care don't ever let me know
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the-slasher-files · 2 years
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SLASHER FLIES' BLOOD FEST: WEEK TWO
GIVE IN [Michael x fem!reader x Corey]
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prompts: GORE. TOYS. FLUFF. CNC.
keywords: COLD. RAPTURE
"oh come on, it will be fun! Kind of like that movie It,"
"You mean with that weird shapeshifting clown monster?"
"Haha, yes, the weird shapeshifting clown monster"
You held hands with your boyfriend, playfully shoving each other and the natural banter always seemed to flow with you two. You were both glad just to have the day off to spend together, although this wasn't his idea of a fun date but the rumours and stories drew you in, especially so close to Halloween. Traversing down the dried-out river bank and through the broken trees you finally came to what you had been looking for; The open sewers of Haddonfield.
"Oh my god, yes!" You excitedly exclaimed, turning on your phone flashlight, already stepping foot into the tunnel before you felt a tug on your arm.
"You cannot be serious" He looked at you with the same look a stern father might give you but that was simply ignored and you pulled him into the dark.
"Yes. I brought you all the way here to just look at the sewers and not go in," You sarcastically snarked back "Now let's go, I just want to see if the rumours were true"
Lighting up the dreary sewers the walls were concrete with cracked bricks, pipes dripped above you and cobwebs shimmered in the low light along with the small stream of water beneath your feet. Slowly it began to open up with a maze of tunnels, some blocked off with metal grates and others leading into an endless pit of darkness.
"Those stories you've been texting me about when I'm trying to be sleeping?" He teased, brushing his shoulder against yours and instinctively he pulled you a little closer as you two walked.
"You know that's always when my brain thinks about weird things," The corner of your lips twitched in a sassy smirk "But yes. Apparently, a bunch of satanic shit happens down here and rituals and I don't know some story about a girl being murdered but I honestly couldn't find much on that one" You rambled on a little, passing a tunnel that turned off to the right
"Wait, wait, wait. What?" Your boyfriend asked with a furrowed brow and he paused, jerking your hand a little so you would look at him. "Babe, yo-"
Suddenly he was cut off by the sound of wet squelching and his eyes went wide in terror and pain. His lips opened to say something but only a trickle of blood began to flow and he gurgled, sputtering words at you that sounded like jibberish as his eyes faded. Reaching out to you, his body jerked back and in one movement a blade came out of the shadows, slitting your boyfriends throat almost to the bones. White cartilage peaked from the strings of muscle that had been forced apart, his head hung back allowing a river of crimson so deep it looked black cascading down his body and meeting another wound; The initial wound where something had been plunged through his stomach and you screamed. An echoing barrage through the sewers made something stir in the shadows but all you were focused on was your boyfriend bleeding out in front of you.
"OH MY GODDDDD!!" You wailed, dropping your phone into the growing puddle of blood and his body collapsed revealing the cold smile of the killer.
"Ssshhhh... You'll wake him" The man whispered and began to laugh quietly, stalking forward.
It was him. It was Corey Cunningham. You two had been talking for about a month now and things were only getting more and more heated between you two, especially recently at the Halloween party thrown by some friends. You stuck to your word however, you had a boyfriend and needed to end it with him first before jumping into something else, and that would be hard with his painted reputation. He was labeled as the boogeyman as the town needed someone to blame for everything that went wrong after the true boogeyman of Haddonfield had disappeared into a blood-drenched night. You never really believed the towns talk about him but the sight in front of you told the truth; Dark navy mechanics jumpsuit splattered in viscera, large butched knife in his right hand, curly waves hanging down on his bruised forehead and his eyes were black with a deep thrill.
Stepping back, your breath was heavy "C-Corey, Corey please. What the fuck are you doing?"
Your question only made him laugh louder, licking the corner of his lips where some blood drops landed "We can finally be together now. I promised you I would light that match for you... Watch the world burn," he paused, opening his arms in a way for trying to get you to see he was no threat as he stayed quiet until the word that followed was in a yell "REMEMBER?!"
It made you flinch, not just by the way his voice reverberated through the tunnels but there was something in him now like a poison, and you couldn't help but be drawn to it.
"Cor—" Unexpectedly your words had been cut short in your throat as something bigger, stronger and with a dark destructive energy hit your back when you were walking backwards.
"Don't be afraid," Corey whispered, coming face to face with you now he brushed some hairs out of your face with bloody fingers "Don't you feel this between us? Feel that we are the only ones for each other?"
His questions were in a desperate ask, searching your eyes for the need to have him. The look in his brown eyes made you sick but God, there was that sweetness like a soft puppy behind them and you leaned a little forward, his nose brushing against yours.
"...Give in"
Heavy breaths fell out of your open lips unsure of where this whole thing was going, not only were Corey's hands on you but now a set of larger hands were too. You didn't speak for no words could even come out. Lost in a haze and shock that held you frozen in place only feeling what the two men were doing; Groping, pulling, pushing adjusting their hips, sliding hands up and down your body like a new toy they got for Christmas. One was more gentle than the other and your eyes fluttered once the man behind you adjusted his leg to be between yours and you looked back seeing the burnt, chipped and greying mask. His eyes were black but burning into your skull like a predator reborn. Instantly the fear bubbled up inside you and your instincts kicked in, RUN. However, the shape behind you felt that instinct, sensed it and was one step ahead, roughly grabbing your throat in one hand and the other held your hip in place, even pulling you back further to be straight against him feeling all that you were doing to the beast.
Corey's cheek rubbed against yours softly, beginning to sweetly kiss along your hairline with a small chuckle, "Baby, I wouldn't do that... I promise he won't hurt you, especially when you're being such a good girl for us,"
That praise was honey coated but dripped in a lie, knowing he could never control the man behind you, "You're so fucking sexy like this,"
Slowly, Corey's warm and soft hands wet with blood slipped into your jeans. He was so gentle with you that it was almost disturbing against the roughness of Michael squeezing your throat and bruising your hip but you couldn't help yourself from rolling your hips back on the shape's leg.
"That's it, babygirl. That's it" Corey's fingers circled and rubbed softly your pussy "Aw, you're so wet already, huh? Aching for us? Being such a needy girl?"
Like those words were a cue, the hand that was on your hip disappeared and you heard the dragging of a metal zipper. What you were feeling came free, pressing along your back there was a small whimper in your throat signally Corey to unbutton your jeans and he tugged them down along with your soaked panties. Michael adjusted his legs, shifting your hips so his cock was rubbing your sex.
"Give in, pretty girl... Give in" Corey trailed kisses down your body before getting on his knees in front of you.
Brown eyes looked up at you, pulling your shirt up and licking small trails along your stomach whispering over and over "Give in"
Slowly you did just that, allowing your head to fall back and one of your hands drifted into Corey's curly locks as Michael shifted, pushing himself inside you. A choked gasp fell into a moan echoing through the hidden tunnels. He was so big, filling and stretching you like you had never experienced and mixing with Corey finally giving one lick made your legs weak.
"Ffffuck, you taste so good" He growled as Michael began to move faster, finding his own rhythm. "Such perfect little pussy getting stretched so good, huh?... Let me hear those moans, baby"
Sweet words met deep guttural groans behind you feeling your body get lost in the rapture, being served on a platter to two wolves that needed you in many different ways; One just for necessity and the other for deep need to have someone. An orchestra of moans, whimpers, growls, groans and praise could be heard through the night in blood and need. You were now in the monster's hell that was just lying beneath the ground.
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mwah-so-kissed · 2 months
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this is my all time favourite clip :)
makes me happy
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petiteclover · 1 month
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Corey Haim on January 18, 1987 poses for pictures outside Le Mondrian Hotel in West Hollywood, California.
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