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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Rock Bottom Ch 6: Rock Hard

3.1k | Corey x Y/N, Corey x Y/N x Michael x Corey x Y/N | NSFW

Summary: They just can't help themselves 🥵

She turns off the flashlight and slowly holsters it along with her gun. She takes a deep breath, mesmerized by Corey's disheveled, aroused state.

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Corey watches (Y/N) survey the scene and prays she arrived alone.

Seeing her in uniform takes him back to 2019 when she felt him up at the courthouse. Corey now suspects that before she met Michael, she didn't desperately crave criminal cock. He wonders if she was miserable like him or had a good life. He wonders what her first time with Michael was like. He can still taste Michael's cock in his mouth, and his jaw is pleasantly sore.

Her flashlight illuminates Dr. Mathis on the ground. She kicks him to make sure he's dead - probably not Sheriff's Office protocol. She bends down and puts her fingers on the doctor's pulse through the dry-cleaning bag. Corey quietly stands up, but stays doubled over, holding his bloody hand and pressing his wrist into his stiff, aching shaft.

She's still looking at the doctor, inspecting the scene curiously. Her hand goes to her radio.

"He was a bad guy," Corey interrupts. His voice is even lower and more gravely than usual.

She stands and whips around toward him. "Cunningham, is that you?" Her light shines on him.

She touches her radio and says, "False alarm." It beeps. She comes closer and starts to ask, "What are you-" when she looks through the glass sliding door to the bedroom and sees Deb, the nurse, pinned to the wall.

Her eyes widen and she steps closer to the sliding door. "He was here." She turns to face Corey more directly. He raises an arm to shield his eyes from the light and she lowers it. The light falls down his blue sweater and lands on his unbuttoned pants. Her eyebrows shoot up, intrigued.

She turns off the flashlight and slowly holsters it along with her gun. She takes a deep breath, mesmerized by Corey's disheveled, aroused state. The look on her face says his cock is the only thing in the world that matters right now. He follows her gaze to the swell in his briefs peeking out from his unbuttoned pants.

She approaches and stands right up against him. He doesn't budge. She grabs his ass. Her uniform pants glide smoothly against his engorged briefs while her belt digs into his hip bones. Corey begins to breathe heavier. Before he knows it, his hands are unbuttoning her uniform top. And she lets him. No hesitation this time.

Corey pauses and meets her eyes. "Yeah, he was here," he tells her. "And you don't know Michael as well as you think."

"Why's that," she asks quietly in his ear, uninterested. She pulls him against her and grinds into him. He swells harder and she exhales with a soft moan.

"I sucked his cock," Corey says.

She laughs into his neck and her breath is warm on his skin. Corey sniffs.

She pulls back to look at him, and her smile fades when she sees his watery eyes.

"Holy shit." For a moment, she looks like she's seen a ghost, but one she'd like to fuck.

"Yeah," Corey says. "It was. . ." His lip trembles.

"Yeah," she says softly, looking into his eyes.

She looks at him warmly and touches his cheek. There's a hint of sympathy but mostly wonder. She closes her eyes and kisses his lips. When she looks at him again, her eyes are wild. She licks her lips and takes a deep breath. She walks Corey up against the glass door.

She breathes heavily, looks back and forth between his eyes, cradles his head with one hand, and kisses him desperately, like she wants to suck something out of him.

She reaches into his briefs.

"God," she says half into his mouth when she feels his naked girth.

He thrusts into her hand. He's still painfully hard and her soft skin feels so good. She pulls his cock out and steps back enough to marvel at it, then lowers herself to her knees. She admires it head on then wraps her lips around it. She takes it halfway into her mouth and sucks. A pang of pleasure shoots through his gut. After only a moment, she stops to lustily admire it again. She licks it up and down and massages it slowly in her hand as it weeps. She sucks up his pre-cum and starts to take him into her mouth again, then stops.

"No," she says, her brow furrowing as she thumbs the swollen head. "I need you inside me."

Corey inhales deeply.

Her face is flushed and her chest heaves under her unbuttoned uniform. "Right now," she says to his cock, then looks up at Corey before standing. She grabs a tool from her belt and pries open the glass door. She holds it open for Corey and unbuckles her belt with the other hand.

Corey undresses then sits at the foot of the bed, massive erection throbbing in one hand against his abdomen.

Her cheeks grow even rosier as she admires the pool of blood under Michael's artwork while pulling off her boots. She puts the gun on the bed and lets the weight of her belt and holster send her pants to the floor with a thud. She takes the radio off, turns it down, and throws it in the pile.

She walks up between Corey's knees. He lets go of his cock and she grabs it while he pulls down her soaked underwear, then feels her with his thick fingers.

Corey wants her so bad his face hurts, but he feels guilty about last time. "Are you sure?" He asks.

"God, yes," she says, and the breath in her voice leaves no doubt that she means it.

She spreads her knees wide to straddle Corey’s broad frame on the bed. "You're right. I guess I don't know him."

Corey swallows.

"He wants you alive," she adds.

She grabs his cock and massages her clit with it, breathing heavily.

"You really sucked him off," she says, shaking her head. "That's so fucking hot." She looks like she means it.

She positions his swollen tip for entry. Corey's brow furrows. He wets his lips as his large hands knead her hips.

"Are you sure?" She asks.

Between heavy breaths, he manages to say, "I'd die happy."

Her wet heat begins to engulf the head of his cock. He groans and pulls her hips down.

Her tight cunt sinks onto him and she gasps as her insides make way for his girth. Corey thrusts his hips up and she moans. She feels so hot, so wet, so snug. He can feel every ridge of her walls. She begins to rise up and he pulls her down harder. His breath hitches as he bottoms out. They grind their hips in rhythm.

Red and blue lights flash in the fog outside and Corey's heart jumps into his throat. He freezes and his large hands force her still on his cock.

"Is back-up coming?" He asks her.

She doesn't even look. Her eyes are barely open. "We're good, just fuck me," she begs, rolling her hips into him.

Corey wants nothing more than to do just that, but lights are definitely flashing outside.

"A car's here," he insists. She turns to look but the light cuts off before she can see it.

She sighs and reaches for the gun. "Leave the look-out to me, okay? Fuck me, then we’ll get out of here."

She rises halfway up his cock then sinks back down with a moan and starts rolling into him again. She puts her wrists behind his head, holding the gun in one hand and fingering his curls with the other as she rides him. Corey lets her, but he's hesitant. Law enforcement is definitely on the property.

"Fuck me like you mean it," she demands. She takes his chin in her hand. "Now." She's not asking.

She pauses to rip off her undershirt and bra. Then she starts moving her hips again, her eyes drifting from the window to the artwork. She takes a deep breath and begins riding him full-throttle, moaning.

It feels too good. Corey closes his eyes and they kiss sloppily – So much for the look-out. He kneads her asscheeks and already feels like he could come any second.

A noise outside startles him.

"It's nothing," she says, incapable of caring about anything but his cock inside her. She keeps riding him. A rush of pleasure shoots from his balls, through his chest, to his throat. His ass clenches and he erupts inside her, his strong arms wrapping around her back. He buries his mouth in her neck to keep from making noise. She moans quietly with each pulse of his enormous load. When his balls are empty, Corey slows to a halt. Any other time, he'd be committed to making her come.

"No, no, no, PLEASE don't stop," she begs. She's practically crying.

Corey feels bad. She's already such a hot mess, how long could it possibly take her to come? What's more, if he's honest with himself, he feels so much safer with her walls around his cock, even in this hazardous situation. He hopes she'll finish quickly.

"Yeah," he pants. "Just a sec." Her hips move and his large hands still her.

She twitches around him and he groans from the overstimulation, but a loud crash cuts him off. Corey reflexively tightens his arms around her. They sit frozen on the bed.

There's a scuffle, a man groans, and something clatters to the ground.

Corey starts to whisper, “should we-”

"Shhh. Don't move," she says.

They stay perfectly still for what feels like five minutes. His cock twitches inside her and her nipples harden against his pecs.

They hear footsteps. She lets Corey's cock slide out and slowly leans back to peer across the room. His hands on her hips keep her from falling off him. The blood rushes to his pounding heart and head. Both of them stay frozen, looking toward the sound.

The footsteps resume and get closer, heavier.

A shadow appears.

Then a shape.

It's Michael Myers.

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Michael enters the room with a knife in one hand and something else in the other. He stops to observe the scene, sniffing the air like an animal. Corey should be afraid, but he feels a rush of life and arousal.

Michael approaches the bed from the side, with Corey and (Y/N) both frozen on the foot of the bed, breathing heavily. She's still straddling Corey.

Michael observes them like one of his art installations, then tosses two Sheriff's Office badges onto the bed next to them. Michael stares at the badges, then at them, as though to say, "you're welcome."

His boots thud as he slowly steps to the foot of the bed to stand in front of them. She begins to dismount Corey, but Michael stops her with the flat of his knife on the nape of her neck. Her nipples pucker. Corey keeps his arms around her and watches Michael. There's a prominent bulge in Michael’s suit.

Michael breathes deeply and slowly. He begins to unzip his own jumpsuit. She hears the zipper and looks at Corey with her eyes wide. Corey’s cock rapidly hardens against her clit, and her eyes close with a gasp. Corey can’t tell if she’s scared or excited until she rubs herself against Corey's cock. She’s so warm and slick. Even wetter than before.

Corey swells back to full mast with a shudder. He doesn’t dare move. He glues his eyes to Michael's unzipped uniform. Michael’s breath gets louder and his monster cock falls out. It almost seems to glisten.

Corey is still sitting there with (Y/N) straddling his lap. Michael steps forward and spreads his feet to either side of Corey’s, looming over them. Michael’s large hand on her back pushes both of them down. Corey lies flat while she hugs him with all fours.

Michael huffs, bends his knees, and his hand presses down on the small of her back. He lets his cock fall between her legs and graze Corey’s balls, sending a shockwave through Corey. Michael slickens himself with their combined mess, then aligns himself, holds her down, and plunges into her ass.

Her eyes go wide, her mouth falls open, and she grunts as she’s propelled forward, wetly dragging up Corey’s shaft. She reaches down and nestles Corey's tip in her front door and he gasps.

Michael retreats slightly, then he pulls her back hard onto both of them and she groans. Her cunt is so tight on Corey’s cock with Michael in her ass. Through her thin membrane, Corey feels Michael's every groove and vein right up against his own. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before or even knew he could feel. He rests his hands on her back and gazes into the holes of the mask, taking it all in.

Michael puts his hands down on the bed. He pulls back, then thrusts into her harder, and Corey feels every inch of his monster cock push by. Michael hovers over them, his mask making eye contact with Corey. Corey starts fucking her warm, wet cunt in sync with Michael's rhythm. Corey pulls back while Michael pushes in.

Their bodies drift back toward the headboard. The mattress sinks under Michael’s weight as he kneels on the bed, straddling Corey’s legs, and they keep fucking. With every thrust into her, Michael’s cock firmly strokes Corey’s, and every time, a pang of pleasure shoots through Corey’s ass.

Corey thought his wildest dream was to fuck Michael, but he never could have imagined the intimacy of this moment, feeling the rock-hard silhouette of Michael's cock drag against his own, hot and wet, their balls meeting, the mask gazing down at him.

Their three bodies blur together in synchronicity. Corey grunts and Michael breathes. She groans and wails as she’s fucked by both killers at the same time. They continue pounding her, their shafts sliding against each other through her thin wall.

Michael audibly grunts, making Corey’s balls jerk. Corey doesn’t want to finish yet, but the next time the shape drags against him, it’s too late. Corey pulsates powerfully as he comes. Michael keeps fucking her, rubbing against Corey's cock, slapping into his slowly emptying balls. Corey groans at the overstimulation.

Her walls contract and she moans into Corey's neck. Michael doesn’t let up. The rhythm of his hard, veiny length keeps Corey coming longer than he ever has. Corey groans loudly and she wails. They sound like wild animals as they come together while Michael remains relentless.

Corey tries to kiss her but Michael grabs both her wrists, pulling her chest up and away. He holds her arms out. Her breasts quake as she finishes coming. Then, her head bows in exhaustion and she silently cries, tears falling onto Corey. She and Michael look like an obscene crucifix. As her convulsions fade, he lets her collapse onto Corey.

Michael pulls out, still absurdly erect, but Corey stays inside her. Safe, comfortable, protected.

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Corey is just beginning to catch his breath when his legs are forced open by Michael kneeling between them. His whole body erupts in goosebumps. Michael drags his cock through the frothy blend trickling down Corey's balls, then his wet tip probes Corey’s entrance. Corey is instantly rock hard again inside (Y/N). She whimpers and stays wrapped around Corey’s body, enrobing his hard cock. Michael’s arms wrap around Corey’s thighs.

Michael yanks Corey back on his wet cock, breaching the tight, virgin ring of muscle. Corey hears his own groan echo through the house before he can fully process that this is really happening. Michael plunges into him again. When the swollen tip hits Corey’s prostate, Corey feels like God is physically touching his soul. His eyes sting with tears.

Michael's powerful thrusts into Corey propel (Y/N) up Corey’s cock, then she sinks back down as Michael retreats. The three of them move as one machine with Michael as the engine. Corey feels something building deep inside him.

She moans into Corey's neck and the flat of her teeth press into his skin as Michael’s rhythm bounces her on Corey’s cock. Corey’s prostate throbs harder and harder. He's never been this hard, and he can hear it in her whimpers.

Her tight, wet cunt massages his cock while Michael destroys his hole and rearranges his insides. Michael shows no signs of fatigue. The pressure builds more and more and Corey savors every second.

Something explodes deep within Corey, sending several pulsing waves through his body before his cock erupts again. He groans as the most intense rush overwhelms him and he pulsates enormously inside her. She cries out and contracts around him. She bites his neck and moans into him.

Michael twitches inside Corey and inhales sharply. Michael grunts, then softly groans as his cock pumps violently into Corey, and Corey keeps coming.

There’s a whole galaxy flowing between them, with Michael’s unfathomable load emptying into Corey and Corey’s into her. Michael stays still and quiet as he finishes, while she and Corey writhe and moan into each other.

Michael pulls out and drops Corey’s legs, then zips up. He stands by the bed and picks up his knife, gripping the handle, blade-down. For a moment, Corey thinks this might be the end of his life. But Michael observes them for a few seconds, then walks out.

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Corey quietly sobs. A week ago, he had nothing and no idea what he wanted. He was too tired to dare to dream. Michael plucked him from the edge of death and gave him new life, purpose, and want. And now he's made Corey's dreams come true, and more.

Corey is euphoric. Life makes sense. He's struck by the interconnectedness of everything and everyone and every little moment. For the first time, he's glad Jeremy Allen died that night. He's glad he was bullied and tormented for three years. He's happy to be the psycho. He's proud to be Haddonfield's other Boogeyman. Because all of that brought him to this moment right here.

(Y/N) gently coaxes Corey into leaving. First, they strip the bed and take the linens. There are two dead cops - one in the kitchen, one outside. The one outside is face down in the pool in a giant cloud of red.

He makes her swear not to burn, dump, or even wash the linens. He wants to keep them forever. She's obviously just pacifying his post-coital psychosis when she agrees, but he still appreciates it.

She calls the scene in to dispatch as if she had the wrong address before. Then, Corey leaves on his motorcycle. He clenches his ass as he rides, wanting to keep Michael's seed inside as long as possible.

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Good behavior (one shot)

7.5k Words | inmate!Corey x f!Reader | NSFW

This is @cordelium's amazing art.

When he reached for your trash, you swiveled your chair so your pants brushed his strong forearm. He looked up at you from under his curls and you were biting your lip. You flashed your eyebrows, and he read you like a book. A devious smile spread across his face, then faded. His eyes were dark and sexy. As he stood back up, he ran his masculine, veiny hand up your leg, tracing a line halfway up your thigh. Your heart raced and your stomach fluttered.

SUMMARY: Inmate Corey is assigned work detail at your office and you're horny for him. You manage to get some privacy and hook up multiple times.

WARNINGS: Crazy sexual tension & horniness, bribery, inappropriate touching, mild dubcon since he has no rights (but he's so down), hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock), unsafe P in V, sometimes rough, various sex acts?

A/N: Inspiration/history | Check out the full-length illustration of Day 4. Also, check out @slutforstabbings hot new story.

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Day 1 - Monday

You saw him from behind when he bent over to pick up the trash bin in your office. The first thing you noticed was his shapely ass, followed by the rolled-up sleeves of his orange top. You were grateful to whoever issued his too-small prison garb. Judging by the curve of his biceps, he probably had to cuff the sleeves or else cut off his circulation.

"Thanks," you said.

"No problem," he responded in a deep voice with a northern accent. As he turned his head toward you, you saw the scar on his neck. His curly hair. His perfect nose. There was no doubt who it was. He did a double take and caught you checking him out with your mouth agape. He gave you a little smirk and raised his eyebrows as he left with his Corrections Officer.

You couldn't help it. Not only did he have a stunning body, but you were also stunned to see "psycho killer" Corey Cunningham on inmate work detail at all, let alone there of all places: The judicial complex where he was convicted. The thing was, he was only convicted of arson and destruction of property, so he wasn’t treated as a violent offender.

Corey was never even charged with a violent crime after the 2022 killing spree. All the murders were pinned on Michael Myers – Law Enforcement was in a tight spot after allowing a town mob to literally shred him to a pulp. It would be a terrible look if they turned around and said, “by the way, someone else actually committed most of the Halloween murders this year.” They wanted to avoid anything that could raise even a shred of doubt that Michael deserved it.

Plenty of people in Haddonfield still connected the deaths to Corey, though. The motives pointed to him, whereas motives were never a factor for Michael Myers. There were two major competing theories about the 2022 victims: either Corey killed them with Michael, or Michael killed them for Corey, his rumored lover. If the latter was true, frankly, you thought that was hot as fuck. But all you knew for sure was that Corey Cunningham was fine as hell and suddenly in your office.

Obviously, Corey’s work detail assignment was all the talk around the water cooler that day. You downplayed it and suggested everyone just keep to themselves whenever he came in. If it was any other notorious criminal, you would have been on the phone with the Warden’s Office within minutes asking how the hell this happened. It was an open mockery of the system. But the last thing you wanted them to do was take him away. You secretly lusted after him during the whole joke of an investigation into “Michael’s” latest killing spree, and then throughout his arson trial. It wasn’t unethical - Your agency didn’t handle felonies, thankfully. But all the agencies talk, and you hung on any crumb you heard about him.

You thought about Corey all day. You thought about how your office was back in the corner, and the windows had blinds. You thought about the way he looked at you. Your wheels started turning. As a starting point, you moved your trash can under your desk and twisted the blinds shut on your window to the main office hall.

Day 2 - Tuesday

The next day, when Corey came in, he greeted you with your name, which was printed on your office door. Something about that scar was so hot. You loved his tattoos, too. You stayed in your chair, right next to the waste basket. He stopped for a moment to look around your office for the trash. "Good morning," you said quietly. You nodded under your desk. It was a bold move. You didn't want to be demeaning, but you knew he would like where you were headed with this. He smirked subtly and approached your desk.

After returning the basket under your desk, his chin hovered over your shoulder. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck, and you were tingling everywhere. He put his mouth to your ear and whispered, "you smell amazing." Your ears burned and your nipples were rock hard. You could hardly stand the tension. You inhaled deeply and smiled. He smelled amazing, too. Like wood, musk, and fresh cotton.

After Corey left your office, you made a trip to the restroom just so you could politely greet his Corrections Officer and take note of the name on his tag.

That day, you also volunteered to stay back from a conference everyone else in your office would attend the following week. You pointed out the critical need for someone to be on call in the actual office. Records were close to full virtualization, but there were still some physical files. When they said yes, you had to contain your excitement. The Solicitor General personally thanked you for looking out.

Day 3 - Wednesday

Colleagues seemed to notice that you wore a skirt, but you didn't care. You almost always wore pants, but at this point, every choice you made needed to bring you closer to having Corey Cunningham inside you.

That morning, you closed your door more than half-way and stood at your desk. You wheeled your chair slightly out of the way. Corey slipped into your office without opening the door wider, and stopped in his tracks when he saw you in that skirt. You shamelessly checked each other out like two animals in a mating ritual. Your eyes fell on the bulge in his orange pants. Both your faces flushed. You each knew exactly what you wanted.

You turned to face your computer without sitting down. You wrote on a post-it note "everyone will be gone Mon-Weds" and put it on the top of your trash, which he still had to crouch down to pick up. He read the note and looked up at you with his pupils wide, then scanned your body as he stood up, his hand trailing up the inside of your bare leg. "Good," he said to your chest, then crumpled up the note. He was breathing heavily. His muscular thigh grazed yours as he went to empty the trash.

He came back with the empty basket, and for a moment, he stood directly behind you with his free hand on your hip. He gently pressed his hard-on against your skirt and dragged it about an inch upward. You silently gasped at the pang of pleasure. You both heard the CO's keys jingling increasingly louder in the hall. Before leaving, Corey adjusted himself, which made your toes curl. He gave you the most lustful gaze on his way out. You were determined for this man to fuck you.

You thought about Corey that night and barely even touched yourself but came so hard. You needed to figure out how the two of you would get some privacy from the CO. You did some research. The CO escorting him normally worked at the prison and was only on a temporary assignment at the judicial complex to fill in for someone on parental leave. The judicial complex was by far the preferred place to work, and it paid more, too. It probably wouldn’t take more than a phone call to get him permanently transferred, which would benefit both you and the CO. Hopefully this might incentivize the CO’s cooperation the following week.

Before you proposed this, you would have to make sure the CO was essentially bribable – the pay was absurdly low, so many of them were – and that he wouldn't turn around and try to get you fired. On your way home, you bought a burner phone.

Day 4 - Thursday

You emptied your own trash before Corey got there, buying you a couple of minutes. He came in with a broom and dust pan, but there was nothing to sweep. You sat in your chair and he stood in front of you. You looked at each other with electricity between you, wondering what would happen next – or rather, how you would make it happen. You grabbed a fine point sharpie and pulled down his waistband, sending a rush through your body and his. His breath was so heavy. You watched his bulge swell, then rested the heel of your palm against it as you held his waistband. He held his shirt up for you, and you wrote your burner number just above his pubic hair. It was wildly intimate.

When you finished writing, you didn’t scoot back, and Corey didn't bother turning away when he adjusted himself before leaving. You caught a glimpse of his fat, pink cock-head and felt weak in the knees. You were so wet that when he left, you had to turn your skirt around to make sure your arousal wasn't visible. You went home during lunch and changed underwear. On your way back to work, you stopped at the bank to withdraw some cash, just to get the conversation started with the CO. You kept your door half-closed for the rest of the day so it wouldn't be conspicuous when you kept it half-closed with Corey there in the morning.

@cordelium illustration

Later that night, you were eating dinner alone at home when you got the call.

"You have received a collect call from an inmate at the Illinois Department of Corrections. Would you like to accept the charges?" Your heart raced.

You pressed #1 and said "Hey,” as casually as you could. “It’s good to hear from you.”

Neither of you were stupid, you knew the line was monitored and recorded. .

"Uh, hey," he said, his low voice sending a hot chill down your spine.

"How are you doing?" you asked.

He groaned softly, which sent you throbbing. "It's been a hard week," he said.

Your chest swarmed with butterflies. "Yeah? How hard?"

"Very, very hard." God, he was so fucking hot.

You sighed. "I really wish there was something I could do about that."

"God, me too. Trust me."

"Um. Is your CO nice at least?"

"Oh yeah," Corey said. "He's one of the best. He's really nice, as long as we are, too." Jackpot.

You exhaled in relief. "Well, good." You started walking to your bedroom, dying for relief.

"Yeah," Corey said. "How's your work? Are you ready for your thing?"

"Ugh, I couldn't be more ready." It was true. You were aching for him. You opened your nightstand.

You heard someone tell him his time was up in the background. You laid down and put your vibrator up your skirt.

"I've gotta run," he told you.

"It was nice hearing your voice," you said.

"Yeah, you too, babe." . . .Babe. Your heart fluttered, and that's not all.

You were about to overheat by the time he hung up and you turned on the toy. You made yourself come in less than a minute, and you couldn't help but say his name.

Day 5 - Friday

Now that your plans were in motion, you were even more excited than usual to see Corey. You tied up your trash in a grocery bag to save him some time, but left it in your bin so he wouldn’t leave empty handed. You were purring between the legs by the time he entered your office and gave you that hungry look. You could already see the beginning of his arousal. His broad chest heaved under his prison garb and the veins on his hands bulged.

You sat toward the edge of your chair. He crouched next to you to get the trash, inhaling you on his way down. He turned to face you, and you swiveled your chair toward him. You subtly opened your legs at the risk of a tidal wave whooshing onto your chair. He wasted no time sliding his hand up your inner thigh all the way to your soaked underwear. You watched his prison tattoos flex as he gently rubbed his thick digits along your panties. Your clit throbbed so hard, he must have felt it. He inhaled deeply, then surprised you by lingering there and nudging the wet, silky fabric aside. Living dangerously.

He bit his gorgeous lip as he slid two fingers into you with a silent shudder. You gasped softly, then quickly covered your mouth. He breathed heavily as he gently fingered you, his thumb on your clit. His lips parted and his head tilted back. His Adam's apple was absurdly sexy, and the scar on his neck mesmerized you.

Corey obviously had trouble peeling himself away, as did you. You were so fucking hot for him, you would've risked almost anything for just a few more seconds - anything but the chance to have him inside you. You didn't want to ruin what you were so close to achieving.

"Here," you whispered with a folded $100 bill held between two fingers like a cigarette in your lap as you began to close your legs. You dared to finger the back of his curly mullet before he stood up. The seediness of giving him money turned you on even more. He withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth as he stood up. His bulge had grown and was once again right in front of you. You slipped the bill into his waistband and took the opportunity to graze his raging hard-on. "Tell him we wanna talk," you said.

He nodded. The keys of the CO jingled closer, and Corey quickly composed himself.

"See you then," he whispered as he secured the cash. He adjusted himself and you felt the sharpest pang of desire. You watched his ass as he left. It looked so ripe, you wanted to pluck him right off the vine.

THE WEEKEND

Sunday, you got another call from prison.

"I miss you," he said.

"I miss you too," you told him.

"How's the weather?" he asked.

"Wet. Very wet."

"It's gonna be hotter Monday," he said, then shifted gears. "Hey, uh, the friend we talked about wants to meet you. He's cool."

This was very good news.

Day 6 - Monday

Monday, you were alone in your office, just as you planned, and you could not have been more ready for Corey. You wore very accessible underwear and a skirt that was long enough to be decent but flowy enough to easily lift. Your shirt wrapped around with a tie closure. You didn't know how much time you would have.

It was radio silent in the office with everyone else gone to the retreat. You gathered up everyone's trash yourself and put it in one bag so it would be ready for Corey and the CO. Right on schedule, you heard the door to the office open, then the CO's keys jingle louder and louder down the hall until your door pushed open.

You were leaning back against the front of your desk but stood up straight when they came in. You started to introduce yourself.

"I know who you are," the CO said gently. "I know you're as human as me. I've just gotta know I'm talking to the person, not the job."

“Of course,” you said, then cleared your throat. “You normally work at the prison, right? The gig here is until, what, next month?”

He nodded, intrigued. “That’s right.”

“Do you like it enough to stay?”

“Sure,” he said, skeptically. “How do we make it happen?”

“Well, Corey and I would appreciate a little privacy this week. I know you have a tight schedule, and this won’t even disrupt it. I’ll handle the cleaning for our office, and we’d like to spend that time alone instead. If we can do that, I’ll make a call next week.”

He slowly nodded, either wondering how he could trust you to make the call, or marveling that you could truly be that horny.

“I think we both want the same thing,” you reassured him. “For you to be here. It would obviously benefit me, too, in case of any future, uh, opportunity.”

You glanced toward Corey, who was chewing his thumbnail excitedly. Every little thing he did was so fucking sexy.

“Sound good? Here,“ you slipped him several folded bills. “For your discretion meanwhile.”

The CO looked you in the eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. He extended his hand to shake yours, then pocketed the cash. “Alright,” he said.

Before the CO even left, Corey was all the way up against you, backing you into the edge of your desk, hands engulfing your head, his lips grazing yours, breathing hotly into your mouth as your hands drifted toward his ass.

“Ten minutes," the CO said and you heard him jingle away. You pried your head from Corey’s for a moment to look at the clock on your wall.

9:40

“That was hot as fuck,” Corey growled in your ear.

Then, he kissed you like it was his first time tasting water. Your chest swelled full of life as your mouth greedily accepted his, and you untied your blouse. He grinded his arousal into you and grabbed your ass. You slid your hand into his waistband. Hot, rock-hard, and thick.

He wedged himself between your knees and nudged you into sitting on the edge of your desk. He bowed his head to continue kissing you thirstily. He threw your blouse open as your palm moved the smooth, warm skin of his girthy shaft. You were throbbing impatiently beneath your skirt and the feeling radiated through your ass and thighs. He palmed your breast aggressively, nudging your bra down, then took your nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite while his other hand slid between your legs. His cock head weeped into your palm. You almost choked on your gasp. You were desperate for him.

9:42

When his thick fingers reached the narrow, wet lace of your thong, he whispered "fuck, yeah" as he pushed it aside. His voice got hotter and hotter. He gathered your skirt out of the way, and his head dove between your legs. His beautiful nose rubbed your clit in a way you never knew you needed as he lapped at your dripping seam and softly moaned into your cunt. He devoured you like he was starving - eyes closed, brow furrowed.

But every inch of your body wanted every inch of his. “I need you inside me,” you said.

He stood up and fumbled with his waistband, his lips returning to yours, imparting the light tinge of yourself. You helped him free his cock and tilted your hips invitingly. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you against him. His warm, naked shaft dragged up and down your slippery seam. The warm tension in your core coiled tighter and you whimpered.

The swollen head of his cock prodded at your entrance. You never needed anything as bad as you needed him inside you at that moment. He held you tight and plunged his cock inside you. You moaned in unison. You were so absurdly wet and ready that his imposing girth felt nothing but amazing. He pulled back just a little, then plunged even further, bottoming out with the sexiest grunt.

9:45

It was the perfect stretch and each thrust felt better than the last. Your hips moved in the same rhythm. He was meant to be inside you. You were already close. You wrapped your legs around him. He lifted one of your thighs, and you sank further onto him than you knew was possible, your clit smashing and grinding into his pubic bone with each beat. Oh God, the friction was perfect.

9:48

You came harder than you knew was possible, your whole body contracting, releasing. Corey erupted with a groan, holding you down on his cock, and pulsed enormously inside you. His hips rolled into yours much slower as he came, and when his balls had given you everything, he sat you down on your desk. You both were breathing heavily, his forehead against yours, when you heard the front office door open.

9:51

"Fuck," Corey exhaled. "I'm sorry." You both scrambled to compose yourselves. You tied your blouse again as the keys jingled down the hall and the CO’s shadow passed your closed blinds.

"Damn," the CO said when he saw you all hot and disheveled. "You're the real deal. I'll give you a minute," he said, and stepped outside your office.

"God, you're so fucking hot," Corey gushed in a whisper, and kissed you forcefully before he left.

Tuesday - Day 7

The next morning, you got an actual work call you had to deal with. It was an Assistant District Attorney. You hoped Corey didn't hear his voice. The door to the front office opened just as you were finishing up. You got off the call and scrambled to clear your desk and calm your nerves.

There were no jingling keys, just one set of heavy footsteps. You paused your clean-up to take off your blazer, leaving a black, stretchy tube dress with a built-in shelf bra. You planned to take off your underwear before he arrived but didn't have time. You would've gone commando to begin with, but thoughts of Corey would have been a hazard to your chair.

Your heart pounded and your core tightened the closer he got. Through the blinds of your interior window, you saw his silhouette approach. It was an attractive shape. You tingled all over.

"Sorry," you said as you picked up a stack of files to move to your credenza.

Corey didn't say a word, not "it's okay," not even "hey." He came in and closed the door behind him. You looked up at him and did a double take. There was a different energy about him. More intense. He had a dark, wild look in his eyes, but otherwise, no expression.

His pants stretched tight over his arousal as he lumbered toward you. So fucking hot. He engulfed you dominantly from behind. His hard chest pressed against your back, his hardness into your ass, and you dropped the stack of files. His mouth latched onto your neck as his hands roved hungrily, groping your breasts, hiking up your dress, sliding his hand down your panties and flattening his fingers against your dripping cunt with rolling pressure. He was rougher, more controlling. He breathed heavily into your ear, but said nothing.

You were already throbbing so hard. He pushed the top of your dress down out of the way as he aggressively palmed your breasts, sucked your neck, and rutted into you. He manhandled you over the end of your credenza and yanked your dress all the way up over your ass, turning it into a pathetic tube top that sat beneath your breasts.

His thighs pinned you to the credenza, his massive hand slid between your legs again, and the throbbing hardness in his pants pressed into you forcefully. He shuddered and your nipples hardened, making him grope both breasts, even harder. You felt his bulge swell against you as it rolled into your ass. You ached for him so badly. You pulled down your panties with both hands and he pulled down his pants. He must have looked so hot. You turned to look at him, but his large hand on your back forced you down onto the polished wood surface. You couldn't see the clock.

Corey inhaled deeply and you felt his swollen cock-head slide against your dripping seam, then he shoved himself into you with a primal grunt. Holy fuck, he felt so good. He thrust into you harder, stretching your insides so he could bottom out. And again, filling you to the brim with his meat. The tension inside you was coiled so tight you could have come at any moment. He was impossibly hard and thick. He lowered his chest over your back as he fucked you. He let you rise up just enough for his arms to wrap around you, his large, rough hands feeling you up as he rammed into you. He fucked you like an animal until the tight coil in your core sprang open all at once, sending an intoxicating rush through your whole body each time you pulsed in release.

You came hard. His large, veiny hand clamped over your mouth and muffled your moan. His strong arms kept you almost still as your muscles jolted and jerked. As you pulsed and quaked and whimpered into his hand, he didn’t let up at all until suddenly he was coming, too. He growled almost imperceptibly, milking his cock with your contractions. You were moving as one body, one beautiful machine, jolting together in silent bliss. As you both finished coming, he finally relaxed his grip around you.

His arms lifted your chest up and squeezed you from behind, his cock still inside you. You were both panting. He kissed the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply through his nose, then gently pulled your dress up over your breasts, caressing them through the smooth fabric. His cock didn’t seem to shrink at all. You didn't want him to pull out. Not now, not ever.

But you heard the front office door open. He inhaled your hair deeply and slid his dick out of you. He tugged your dress down and allowed you to face him as he pulled up his pants. You gawked at his thighs. When your eyes met, his were black. He ran his hands down your sides, then over your ass, pulling your pelvis gently into his.

The CO knocked on your office door, "We gotta move."

Corey read your face and vacantly kissed you on the forehead as his cum trickled down your inner thigh. Your fingers itched to caress the scar on his neck, but you didn't dare, especially not this time. His dark eyes looked you up and down, and he left without a single word. The CO's keys echoed more loudly than ever as they walked away.

Dark, masculine energy hung in the air even after he left.

What the hell just happened? Not a single word. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it was like he was someone else.

A chill ran down your spine when you realized who.

It was hot as fuck.

You received a collect call that night on your burner. Was he going to say something or just breathe into the phone?

"Hey beautiful." It was like nothing happened. When you heard his voice, you wanted to jump through the phone and onto his dick.

"God, it's good to hear your voice," you said.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Ah, maybe it was the fact that you weren’t ready for him.

"Yeah," you said, then something came over you. Hearing his voice made you so fucking hot for him, like you needed to chain him to your desk and just ride him all day. "I'm actually going to be leading it."

"Oh," he said. He inhaled and exhaled loudly "hmm." His voice was a low hum.

"Yeah, I hope they're ready."

He let out an aching sigh. "I'm sure they will be. . .hey, what if it's longer than the other sessions?"

Your heart swelled. "I would love that," you said. "there's always more to pack in."

"Ugh," he groaned softly and your nipples puckered. His voice was low and gruff as he said, "Yeah, there is."

Wednesday - Day 8

You chose a leather chair with no arms that would allow you to be face to face. You took off your underwear, button-up shirt, and bra, leaving only a skirt and thin spaghetti-strap tank. God forbid anyone else walk in.

Corey arrived about ten minutes earlier than usual and looked at you like he was starving. You nodded to the chair. "Alright," he said your name as he took his seat, manspreading. Your name sounded so hot in his mouth. "Your move." God, the sound of his voice. The look in his eyes. He glanced at the clock. "We've probably got like 15-20."

9:30

"Thank God," you said. It was still virtually no time at all, but every minute with him felt like a gift. You took a moment to appreciate his entire form, from his dark, curly locks down to his huge boots. His muscles. His pre-faded prison tattoos. His almost-snarl. He was so imposing and delicious. You wanted, needed to see more of him. He looked physically pained not to be touching you. He opened his arms and his biceps flexed under his rolled-up sleeves.

You swung your leg over him and straddled him, your throbbing warmth meeting the hardness of his pants right away. He bit his lip as his pelvis rose to greet you and his massive hands ran up and down your sides. His lips hungrily claimed yours, his tongue forcing your mouth open. You rolled your hips into him and his cock swelled harder against you. You physically flinched in pleasure, breaking the kiss. It was almost too much too soon. Corey breathed loudly, and he searched your eyes as you grinded into him, admiring his face. His hands ran from your thighs up to your ass, taking your skirt all the way up.

You curled your fingers under his shirt and he took it off in a flash. Oh my. He held your balance as you leaned back and ran your hands all over his firm, broad chest and he watched your eyes roam his body. You scooted your ass back toward his knees, painfully prying your pelvis away from his for just a minute to take it all in.

9:32

Your thumbs traced between his pecs, down his abs, around his belly button, his happy trail, where you shoved your hand into his pants. You massaged his warm, engorged member and he thrust it into your hand. If this was the last chance you had, you needed to taste him. You pulled his waistband down and got on your knees.

It was your first time seeing his cock head-on, and you tried not to dwell on its beauty while the clock was ticking. You were mesmerized by his fine, red hair. You wrapped your lips around the swollen tip and when you sucked it into your mouth, he sucked air in through his teeth and his chest puffed out. He stroked your cheek with a large knuckle and the vein on his hand looked so hot.

He was delicious. Salty and musky. You inhaled as deep as you could through your nose. Your fingers gently felt the fine red hair above his cock as you opened wide and took as much of him as your mouth could hold. His chest heaved and he moaned. You looked up at him with his cock in your mouth and he was so fucking hot from that angle. His muscles. His Adam's apple. The scar on his neck. His shitty, seedy tattoos. A symbol or vertical zig-zag on his hip bone. You were throbbing so hard you almost straddled his filthy boot seeking friction and you knew it was time to move on.

But first, you slurped his cock further into your mouth. "Fuck," he said in the voice that drove you wild. "Okay," he panted, "get back up here, assuming you wanna fuck before I come."

You looked at him, and he looked at the ceiling. Ugh, that throat.

9:37

You held his hard cock in your hand and tried to memorize his whole groin as quickly as you could. You checked out the tat on his hip bone. Holy shit. It wasn’t a zig-zag, it was initials: "M.M." You were floored and extremely turned on. You ran your thumb over it lightly, and his cock swelled in your hand. His eyes widened then darkened as he looked down at your thumb on the initials, and he got even harder. His cock was weeping in your hand.

As you urgently climbed back onto him, you had to ask. "Is it true?"

He raised his eyebrows, and in the sexiest, hushed voice, he asked, "Do you want it to be?"

You nodded almost imperceptibly and dragged your wet heat against his smooth, naked shaft. His hardness took your breath away.

“Yeah? Does it turn you on?" He asked as he grabbed your ass and moved you harder into him. You slid firmly up and down his stiff member, and each time his tip met your clit, it was a burst of pleasure everywhere.

"Yeah," you whispered lowly, searching his face for an answer. His eyebrows jumped and he smirked ever so slightly as he swelled against you even harder. God, your whole body ached for him.

You aligned your entrance, and his cock nudged it needily. You began to sink onto him, and he gasped. His smirk disappeared and his lips parted. His massive hands on your hips brought you down on him hard.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned as the enhanced girth of his swollen cock parted your insides.

You had never been so full, and it felt amazing. Your nipples puckered, goosebumps prickled across your breasts, and your arm hair stood on end. His breath was ragged. He withdrew just a tad, then thrust up into you as you sank down even harder. You felt so alive.

As you rolled your hips into his, he moaned and his mouth hung open. His pelvis rose, rocking you into the air. Your lips drew his mouth into yours, swallowing his breathy moans, and he kissed you more ferally than you'd ever been kissed. He held you down on his cock and your aching clit found friction where your bodies met. The motion of your hips together moved his girth inside you in just the right way. His cock would retreat just an inch, then, your body would swiftly reclaim it.

You draped your wrists on the back of the chair and fingered his curls as you rode him, marveling at his beautiful face. He thrust in perfect rhythm with your needy hips. You tore off your shirt and he softly moaned into your neck.

His hot breath on your skin sent you over the edge. Your whole body shook, and as his mouth went to your tit, you buried your lips in the hair behind his ear to stop from crying out. He smelled so masculine. He slowed his pace and shuddered as you clenched around his cock. You finished coming, and relief flooded your body.

9:45

When you looked him in the eyes again, it was like you both had the sudden realization that this was it. He kissed you more desperately than ever, like he needed you to live, and began thrusting into you harder. He sucked your neck painfully hard and held you tight against him. Your bare skin together felt like you should never be torn apart.

God, this man did something to you. Your chest swelled and tension consumed your core again. He slid his arms under your knees, letting them hang over his elbows, gently tilting your hips. Your spine arched and he sloppily kissed his way from your sternum to your neck. He wrapped his arms around your back, pushing your hamstrings up and spreading your legs wide.

In one smooth movement, he stood up from the chair, his cock twitching deep inside you, and laid you down on your desk. He hovered over you, as if his dark eyes were studying, absorbing the pleasure on your face. You wrapped your legs around him and he fucked you so hard and deep. Filling you to the brim each time, his balls slamming into you.

He groaned as he began to pulse inside you. You whimpered, and pleasure burst from your solar plexus, almost blinding you as you came – you saw his face contort in broken flashes. His cock pulsed violently inside you, with a huge swell of warmth in your core every time your walls clenched around him. His body folded into yours heavily as you both finished coming and your legs relaxed around him. He grunted softly in protest when your aftershocks overstimulated him.

He nuzzled his hair into your chest and neck, kissing you sloppily, desperate for more time with you, knowing it was over any second. He hugged you as he straightened his back, bringing you upright with him. You sat on your desk, your ankles hooked around his legs, kissing his pecs, his sternum, his tattoos, his scar, with your hands memorizing each other's bodies. The front office door opened and he hugged you tightly into him, so tight you could hardly breathe but didn't want him to ever let go.

As the keys jingled closer, you both dressed hastily. Your thumb brushed his tattoo as he pulled up his pants.

Corey kissed you one more time, deeper than ever, like he was taking something he knew you’d need back.

9:52

You knew this goodbye wouldn’t be forever. That simply couldn't be the last time. You didn't care what it took - you had a primal need for this man.

You felt despondent for a few hours. There were so many things you hadn't done. You indulged yourself in a montage. You wanted to swallow his cum and hear him groan at full volume. You wanted his magnificent nose to linger between your legs and penetrate you, but you hadn't been able to pry yourself away from his cock for long enough. Your eyes welled up with the horniest tears. You scolded yourself for this emotional state, but it's a terrible feeling, the pain of something you can't have, even if it's right in front of you.

Finally, you composed yourself and made the call. You asked about Corey's CO. Your friend in the Warden’s Office said, “I don’t see why not." He even said he'd get the paperwork started. Your tears threatened to return as ones of hope. You went to the bathroom and splashed your face and did a double take in the mirror. Your hand shot to your neck and your face got hot, but then, your heart swelled. You still had him with you. You would savor his marks until you could figure everything out.

Day 9 (The Day After) - Thursday

About half the office came back from the conference Thursday. You wore a dress with a silk scarf and blazer. Two of the cooler investigators, Oscar and Kate, who worked in a different wing, stopped by to catch you up. You suspected they had something going on between them, you just weren’t sure what. Neither of them were single. Investigators were pretty good about covering their own tracks and picking up the scents of others. It was a hazard of working with them. You made sure to clean your office thoroughly for that reason.

Oscar sat in the black leather chair where Corey and you fucked 25 hours prior, and Kate sat in the one next to it. You sat behind your desk, the one Corey fucked you on twice. Kate gave you a book, which you put behind you on the credenza where you also fucked.

The first thing they told you about was a guy from the conference. Oscar thought you’d like him a lot. Kate disagreed. You had no interest at all, but you let them tell you anyway. You enjoyed listening to them bicker. It made their sexual tension so obvious. Their banter was one thing you missed after being moved over to this wing. When Kate started telling you about the actual conference, you sat back lazily in your chair and nodded vacantly. Your hand drifted to your neck, grazing the bruises under your scarf. The sexual montage in your head was so distracting that you didn’t notice what time it was.

As Kate yammered on about cyber risk in criminal justice, Corey came into your office and you startled upright, causing Oscar to look behind him at the door and do a double take.

Oscar said, “Mind knocking? We’re kinda busy, man.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said. “Thank you,” you smiled at Corey. “I don’t have any trash, though.” You didn’t.

Corey just kind of looked at you. But what were you going to do, kick your colleagues out of your office so your secret psycho killer boyfriend could feel you up? You looked at him somewhat apologetically.

Kate looked back and forth between you and Corey. Then, so did Oscar.

“You heard her,” Oscar told him. Corey didn’t even look at Oscar. He smiled at you and left quietly.

Oscar turned back around and looked at you, then shook his head in disbelief. “Fucking Corey Cunningham,” he said. “Really??”

You tried to stop your face from going white.

“I had to see it to believe it,” he said.

Oscar looked back at the doorway, then at Kate, then at you again. You didn’t react. He needed to show more of his hand.

“How does Corey Cunningham get work detail?” he finally said. You internally breathed a sigh of relief but also wondered if Corey could hear him.

“Good behavior?” you said with air quotes. Air quotes could imply anything from politics to extortion.

“Oscar, don’t you have that meeting with Frank?” Kate said abruptly.

“Shit.” Oscar left.

Kate leaned into your desk and asked, “So?”

“What?” you asked.

“Fucking Cunningham. Details?”

She was studying your face so intently. You were normally as cool as a cucumber and very hard to read, but you wouldn’t be surprised if that had gone out the window along with the rest of your self-restraint.

You shrugged. “He started last week, I think.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“Small talk. Perfect gentleman so far.”

“Hmm,” Kate said, still studying your face. Her eyes drifted to the chair Oscar sat in. Surely you didn’t miss a cum stain. You wondered what Kate would do if she knew. Your heart started beating faster. She looked at your jugular vein. Shit.

Her face broke into a smile. “You think he’s hot, don’t you?”

Now, this you could deal with. You answered carefully, “Like. . . objectively?” your face breaking into a smile.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “He’s hot,” she said, laughing and nodding, covering her mouth like she was such a bad girl.

“Right??” You mirrored her demeanor. It was objectively true, so you had that going for you.

“Yeah, I hope they keep him around,” she said in a whisper. “I just wouldn’t want to be alone with the guy,” she added.

“I mean. . .” you raised your eyebrows. Joking about it would mean you had nothing to hide.

She playfully slapped your wrist and doubled over laughing. “I miss you. I wish I worked in this wing.” You were glad she didn’t, even though you missed her, too.

You worried about Corey all day and were relieved to get a collect call almost as soon as you got home.

“Hey baby,” you said gently, worried he’d be mad. “How are you?”

“Oh so now you care,” he replied.

“Of course I care,” you pleaded. “Come on, you know I can’t – I had kind of a shitty morning.”

“No, I know, babe. I was just thinking about you,” he said softly.

“I was thinking about you, too. Like all day.”

“Really? What were you wearing?” he asked. His voice was really working its magic between your legs.

“Well, right now, I'm not wearing much-”

“No scarf?” he cut you off.

“Um-”

“You should never wear a scarf. You should be proud of your beautiful neck. Don't you like it?”

“I really do,” you sighed and stroked your painful bruises.

“Oh! I think everything’s going to work out with our friend,” you told him.

His voice brightened. “Good,” he said. “I hope you have a better morning tomorrow.”

“Me too. I’ll do what I can.”

You set a reminder to take off your scarf while he was there, unsure what else you could do about that without attracting attention that would jeopardize the whole situation.

Something else was bugging you, though. Was Corey really not the least bit upset at being shooed away from your office? You wondered if you should be worried about Oscar.

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Afterword: Luckily, i've taken an oath not to let morality interfere with my writing, but prison labor reform is worth a google if you're interested in social issues.

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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i love all of your corey work and all of your michael work and rock bottom ruined me (positive), slutified!corey does something to me fr 🥵💗❤️ !!

i was thinking though, what is it about michael that instantly slutifies people so badly? does he just ooze that much sexual energy? or does everyone just realise that no one will ever compare to the way michael can fuck them? 👀😈

thank you so much for sharing your writing with us !!

Thank you… so much… for asking this. 🖤

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Sluttification

You can look at it as an extreme, depraved version of becoming an adrenaline junkie. What could possibly ever compare to getting that rush of survival at the same time as the most powerful sexual experience you can imagine?

When Michael makes someone come and lets them live, it's like death is holding them in its fist and giving them world-class cock at the same time. So they're not just cock hungry, they seek danger as well. That's why Y/N is such a hybristophiliac in Rock Bottom.

IMO, sluttification happens specifically when Michael intentionally leaves people alive, hence survivors like Laurie and Allyson don’t get it. Like Corey says, it’s when Michael looks into your eyes and you “give in.”

For Corey, I think being choked out/dominated by Michael was a sexual enough experience that it had the same effect, combined with the adrenaline/energy effect.

Energy-wise, yes. . . Michael is an overwhelming force of dark energy, like it totally seizes you in his presence and fills you in a way you didn't even know you could be filled. His dark energy radiates from him sexually for sure, among other ways – obv violence, and just outright dominance. You know he could destroy you however he wanted. Any display of his superstrength also contributes to the moment.

So basically yeah, you are on the mark. Sorry for the hot mess of thoughts, I was too eager to organize them or bother with eloquence lol.

Thanks again for asking! And thank you so much for reading, especially Rock Bottom!!! I love that you like sluttified, post-Michael Corey. He's my fave. 💙

Happy Shaperil!

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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I'm beside myself!!! You placed this perfectly in the movie. This was such a nice surprise to come across. I love this so much 😩. 📣 This IS a good project, the most worthy use of time.

ends with meetings in parking lots

corey and mr allen meet again, one last time. i've found my niche, it seems, and instead of working on a good project i write this. i feel like this and my previous fic are in a sort of self contained au.

WARNINGS for corey cunningham x mr allen relationship, angst, smut, car sex, more direct implications of prostitutions, unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of child death, mentions of court proceedings and mentions of cheating.

Mr Allen is on his way to work when he sees Corey, dishevelled and half-stumbling down the sidewalk outside the Tramer car dealership.

He'd seen Corey hundreds of - or thousands, it feels like - times since the accident. At first it was during the trial, where he'd watch Corey shift uncomfortably in his cheap suit. Rarely would Corey look up from the plywood desk he and his lawyer sat behind, but when he did his eyes were wet and wide behind his glasses, refusing to make eye contact with anyone at all.

Then, after the verdict was read, Corey might of been a free man but he certainly didn't act like it, the way he barely left the house. Mr Allen was still on leave from work and had far too much time on his hands. He counted the wood slats of the Cunninghams' front porch and every window pane, waiting for Corey to leave.

Outside the psychiatrists office, Mr Allen sat and wondered what Corey was saying in there, if he was still as remorseful as he made out in court. Wondered if he talked about other things too, about what goes on at home. If he elaborates on the snippets of information he'd sometimes give Mr Allen when he was feeling vulnerable enough.

Occasionally, Mr Allen would see Corey following Joan around on some errands - the grocery store, the bank, Hobby Lobby - in the days before she set him up at the call centre. He'd keep his head down, always hiding behind his mother even though he was several inches taller than her. People always looked at him, sneered and whispered behind his back. The comments made to his face were frequent at first, but slowly they became few and far between, especially when Joan was there. For all Corey had told him about her, she barked back at anyone who tried to provoke her son in public.

Mr Allen, in all his bitterness, was starting to feel sorry for him.

This wasn't like those other times, though. Not at all.

"Corey?"

The younger man looks over at the car, pulled to a stop at the curb. He stoops down to look through the passenger window, taking an uncertain step forward until he locks eyes with Mr Allen.

They both look older. Corey has a boyishness about him that isn't easily lost, but the stubble on his jaw and the coldness of his eyes do a good job of diminishing it. And it truly is his eyes that shock Mr Allen the most. Corey had been a lot of things but cold was never one of them. Corey looked downright dangerous.

Mr Allen pushes the thought from his mind, supresses the surprising sense of fear that rises in him like bile, "Want a ride?"

A heavy pause descends upon them and that childish nervousness he always had seems to pass through Corey again, makes him look more recognisable. But then he nods curtly, pulls open the door and climbs into the passenger seat.

It's then that Mr Allen really takes in Corey's appearance. His clothes are dirty, there's a still-wet scrape on his cheek and he has dried blood around his nostrils. Mr Allen gestures to his own nose, "What happened?"

"I got jumped." Corey doesn't elaborate, and Mr Allen doesn't press for details.

For a few blocks, they ride is silence. The rumble of traffic around them buffers the awkwardness. Corey looks straight ahead, watching the brake light of the car in front of them.

"It's been a while," Mr Allen finally manages.

"Yeah..."

"How are things at home?"

Corey closes his eyes against the déjà vu that washes over him. How many summer days had started with a question like that? "Fine. My momma's fine. Ronald's still around; I work for him at Prevo now."

It's nothing, barely a glimpse into Corey's life, but it feels personal - too personal - after so long. Having knowing his schedule like the back of his hand, Mr Allen is relieved to feels like he doesn't know anything about Corey at all.

Mr Allen hums, something noncommittal but polite. He doesn't offer anything in return, even though he has enough to tell, and Corey doesn't ask. Silence falls over them again and if it weren't from the lingering taste of fear in his mouth, Mr Allen could almost forget who was sat beside him.

He's concentrating on the road when he feels Corey lean in closer, over the centre console. Feels his hot breath on his neck.

"Do you remember the first time?" Corey murmurs. A familiar hand drifts towards his belt, tracing the buckle. My first time, goes unsaid.

Mr Allen pushes him away, back into the passenger seat, with a hand on his chest. He shakes his head. He remembers, but he is not going to entertain this conversation.

"There's an empty lot down by the railroad. No one would see us."

"That isn't what this is," Mr Allen grits out. "I didn't pick you up to get my rocks off."

"Why not? Am I not good enough for you anymore? I was good enough when you were cheating on your wife with me," Corey's lip curls into a half smirk before it drops again and his eyes return to the road.

"And then you killed my son," Mr Allen snaps, hands tight on the wheel, "so I think we're even." He glances over at Corey.

Corey lets out a huff through his nose, and Mr Allen isn't sure if the younger man is going to laugh or cry. His eyes are wet. He's skittish in the way his confidence waxes and wanes.

Silence descends once more.

At the next junction, Mr Allen pulls off and heads, wordlessly toward the railroad. As they get closer, Corey gives clipped directions; "Left here", "Straight on", "On the right, there."

They drive down an alley between two warehouses and into the empty lot. The lot itself is small but secluded, backing onto the train tracks and surrounded by rarely-visited warehouses.

Corey doesn't wait, as soon as the handbrake is on he is climbing over the console and into Mr Allen's lap. He pulls the seat lever without warning and Mr Allen jolts as the seat slides back and reclines enough to give Corey room to move. Even then, it's cramped, especially with how broad Corey has always been and even more so now; Corey's knees dig into the door on one side and the console on the other, and he has to duck his head to avoid hitting it on the roof.

The younger man rocks his hips, he looks so languid doing it, but the force he uses feels desperate. Mr Allen can already feel his erection through Corey's filthy jeans.

Corey leans forward and breaths heavily against Mr Allen's neck, hands clutched on his shoulders as he grinds. "Just like old times," he says, and the words spill into a childish laugh.

No sooner had he started, he drops to his knees in the footwell, wrestles with Mr Allen's belt.

It had been a while.

Mr Allen can see it in his eyes; a second of hesitation, just like the first time and every time after. The look passes before Corey slackens his jaw, minds his teeth, and takes him all the way down.

With no reason to keep up appearances so much, Corey had stopped styling his hair. Instead of being smoothed back like Mr Allen was used to, it hangs in curls over his forehead. Mr Allen brushes them back with his fingers, a gesture that makes Corey look up at him from beneath his lashes. Mr Allen smiles down at him.

When Corey finally retreats, drool dripping down his chin that he wipes away with grazed knuckles, he climbs back up into the passenger seat so he can kick off his shoes. He takes his jeans and underwear off in one go. If Mr Allen thought his jeans were dirty, his underwear was just as bad. God, what happened to this kid when he got jumped?

But there's no time to dwell on those implications because this is happening, and for all Mr Allen has been through, he thinks he may as well enjoy it. He makes no attempt at his own clothes, watching Corey's manic movements instead.

The younger man is naked when he clambers back to Mr Allen; bruises litter his chest and back, his neck looks raw like someone tried to strangle him, the scrape on his cheek is starting to scab up. Mr Allen can't help but marvel, just a little bit, at how this young man who used to blush crimson at being called a good boy is now here, sucking his own fingers to lube up in an empty lot.

Mr Allen grunts like he's been winded when Corey finally sinks down onto his cock. He lifts himself up just as quickly, before setting a determined pace. Corey's chest heaves as he pants, he moans every time he finds just the right angle.

Mr Allen stares. This isn't the same Corey who would pout and whimper. This Corey is filthy, working only towards his own end.

They haven't kissed yet. Corey had always been hesitant to kiss, as though it was more complicated than their fucking. He'd wait for Mr Allen to make the first move, every time, but when he was hazy with how good he felt, he'd melt into it, never the first to break away. Kissing doesn't even cross Mr Allen's mind this time.

Corey groans, one hand pressed against the driver's side window. The other, wrapped in a dirty bandage, is braced against the seat behind Mr Allen's shoulder.

Mr Allen has never felt more like a spare part than he does right now. "Look at you," he says, trying to give himself some semblance of purpose during this encounter. His thumbs rub circles on Corey's wide hips, around to the dimples on his back. "You've always been so easy. It suits you."

Corey's breath hitches, he moans and keens and doesn't try to hide even one single sound that leaves his lips. He comes without touching himself; keeps going until Mr Allen grunts and he can feel the warmth of his release inside him.

Mr Allen zips his fly back up while Corey slows gets dressed in the passenger seat, "You used to be such a good boy."

"Good boys don't fuck married men," Corey's nose scrunches into a frown.

Mr Allen shakes his head. Maybe the younger man is right, maybe he knew that back then too. Knew that Corey wanted to be wanted, no matter the cost. "No, but good boys let married men fuck them." It's a half-joke, Mr Allen excepts a laugh. Corey always laughed at his jokes.

Instead, Corey half-smirks again, "Did Mrs Allen ever find out what you did?"

"No," he sighs, "After everything that happened, an extramarital affair barely made the Top 5 of things we had to worry about."

"That's a funny way of saying you got away scot-free."

"Scot-free? My marriage still got ruined. Scot-free..." he shakes his head. "Things would have been a lot worse for you too, you know, if anyone found out."

"Worse for me? Worse than being called a kid killer?"

"You want 'jealous homewrecker' added to that?" Mr Allen asks, and Corey squirms. "Because they could have had a field day with that one: so obsessed with a married man that you kill his child."

Mr Allen is being cruel, and he knows it. Corey is about as far from being a jealous homewrecker as he could get, the way he'd revered the Allen family like they were the pinnacle. The way he still worried about keeping their yard looking nice even when he was on his back.

"You started it, all of it," Corey retorts. Then, mumbling, "I'd never even been kissed before... now look at me." He pulls his shirt on over his head.

Mr Allen drops Corey off down the block from his house, so his momma doesn't see them. The last thing he needs is more of an interrogation than he's already going to get for having stayed out all night.

With one hand on the door handle, Corey looks back at Mr Allen and that half-smirk returns to his lip, "So, do I still get my $50?" The smirk spreads out into a grin. It's so unlike Corey that Mr Allen can only stare for a moment.

Corey doesn't look back as he walks up the street, away from Mr Allen in his expensive car. Out in the fresh air, his mind races; Mr Allen is somehow the least interesting thing to happen to him in the past 12 hours. Corey has something - someone - else to consume his thoughts, someone... ineffable.

Absently, he folds the fifty dollars, shoving it in the back pocket of his jeans. Muscle memory.

Corey locks himself in the bathroom when he gets home, even with his momma knocking incessantly, demanding he let her in. He strips down to his underwear and runs the sink. Looks at himself in the vanity mirror and bites his lip to stop himself from just screaming.

Swill. Spit. Scrub.

Roger knew who Laurie Strode was. Everyone knew who Laurie Strode was, but he'd never actually met her before.

Lindsey introduces them at Velkovsky's, says Laurie's granddaughter is seeing Corey and she wants to hear his opinion on the matter. The revelation surprises him, although he knows it shouldn't.

"Corey had always been a good kid," Roger says, "Some kids are assholes, but not Corey." He expects Laurie to say something, but she stays quiet, intent on listening to every word he says.

"I saw him yesterday, on my way to work, and I thought 'I'm going to offer him a ride, finally put this misery to bed'," he regrets his choice of words, can feel his hands clam up as he continues, "but then I looked at him, really looked at him, and it's not him. Not in the eyes, anyway."

Laurie nods. Roger can see that she understands what he means, understands on a level he didn't think anyone else would.

He takes a deep breath, mulls over his words. He'd barely admitted it to himself, but he knows Laurie will understand this too, "I know the kid who mowed our lawn didn't kill my son, but the guy I saw yesterday could have done it without a second thought."

A moment passes and the three of them sit there, letting their thoughts settle around them.

"Did you give him a ride?" Laurie asks, there's a hint of humour in her voice, dredged in despair. She thinks she knows the answer.

Roger shakes his head, "I couldn't. I drove away."

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Corey every time someone's car has a rattle

sluttified!corey is my our baby

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Corey and I write a fic

2.5k words | Corey x everyone

Corey and I are writing our ongoing fic and bickering about what a mess he’s making by fucking everyone. This is goofy AF but also pretty accurate at times. Jake & Amir AU, kind of?

[Rock Bottom Ch 2, , Corey watches through a window and jerks off while Michael fucks Y/N. Michael leaves her on the floor alive]

Corey: That was hot AF. I could watch Michael fuck Y/N all day.

Me: Are you excited about your next scene with Michael? We just have a little transition, then-

Corey: Wait. We’re just going to leave Y/N on the floor like that?

Me: Yeah.

Corey: Wow.

Me: Don’t look at me like that. Come on.

Corey: I just feel like we’re not done here. . .

Corey gazes at Y/N hornily.

Me: Oh my god, you literally JUST came.

Corey: Why’d you give her a name then?

Me: Is that how you think this works? If someone has a name, you need to fuck them?

Corey shrugs.

Corey: I don’t know why you’d give her a name then leave her on the floor like that and make me leave.

Me: Because this story is about you and Michael.

Corey: I know, as it should be. And wow, I’m suddenly getting really thirsty.

Me: No. . .

Corey: Do you know how much of Michael's cum is inside Y/N right now? Do you really think I’d let that go to waste?

Me: Oh, no.

Corey: You know the answer. It's right in here.

Corey acts like he’s going to pat his heart, then veers to his pants.

Me: I mean, it’s pretty nasty.

Corey: We love nasty.

Me: I’m just not sure the readers–

Corey: Fuck the readers. That’s what you’re always telling me.

Me: Not in that w--You know what? You’re right. You can't let his cum go to waste. FML.

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[Rock Bottom Ch 3: Corey gives Y/N head, ravenous for Michael’s cum]

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Corey: I told you that was going to be hot.

Me: I guess we’ll find out if anyone else thinks so. Happy now? Can we go?

Corey: While I’m here, I should spend some time with her, talk to her about Michael and stuff.

Me: Okay, good idea.

Corey: And maybe one thing leads to another. . .

Me: Oh my god, seriously?? You just came twice in like 15 minutes.

Corey: But have you come?

Me: Y/N just came, too! Like really hard!

Corey: Wow, thanks for clarifying - I wasn't sure about that when you said I could feel her pulsations through my nose.

Corey rolls his eyes.

Corey: I'm not asking about Y/N. I’m asking about you.

Me: *blushes* that’s actually none of your business.

Corey: It's completely my business. I'm inside you.

Bright red, squirming, shrinking into my shirt.

Corey: Yeah, exactly. What about what *you* want? I know you want me to fuck her.

Me: I want to progress the story and that won't happen if you can’t go 5 min without getting off.

Corey: It doesn’t have to be right away. She and I could spend the whole night together.

Me: Look, we’ll write you a one-shot later. We’re never going to get back to Michael if you stop to fuck everyone you see.

Corey: I can’t help myself. Michael let me live, and now I’m "sluttified."

Me: Yeah, apparently so.

Corey: And you don’t want to explore that?

Deep in thought, trying not to be manipulated.

Me: Ugh, you know I have a soft spot for your sluttification. I know we joke about it, but I do think there's something to it. Like Michael's energy bores this hole in you and it becomes this growing void of darkness only he can fill. But naturally, you try. . .

Corey: So let me and Y/N fill each other's voids for a night.

Sigh.

Corey: Please, I don’t want to go home to Joan.

Me: Yeah, I guess I don’t want you to either.

Corey: Spoiler alert, I’ll think about Michael at least a little bit when I fuck her. I know that turns you on.

Me: . . .Alright, go ahead.

Corey: Can I wear her clothes while I do it?

Me: Absolutely.

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[Rock Bottom Ch 3: Corey spends the night with Y/N]

[Rock Bottom Ch 4: Corey brings Mulaney to Michael and they kill him together in that extremely sexual scene from the movie, then Michael and Corey have their first sexual moment.]

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Corey: Can Y/N come back now?

Me: What? I just gave you that hot moment with Michael and you want Y/N back? You literally just felt Michael’s hard cock against you.

Corey: Yeah and you’re the one who didn’t let him fuck me yet.

Me: Yet? Look, I’m still not sure–

Corey: You didn’t even let me suck his dick

Me: I promise you will have his dick in your mouth soon. I just felt like we weren’t quite there yet.

Corey (pouting): So you’re giving me an incapacitating case of blue balls?

Me: Gross, don't say that. IDK wtf I’m doing.

Corey: She admits it! If I'm going to jerk off again, can I at least watch Michael fuck Y/N?

Me: You're not going to jerk off. Plus, you’ve already watched Michael fuck Y/N.

Corey: I've watched Michael fuck Y/N at a crime scene. But have I watched them surrounded by skeletons?? Have we even acknowledged Michael as a cannibal?

Me: Ugh, I would really like to make it through at least one chapter without you jerking off. If at all possible.

Corey: Fine, but I can still watch them, right? Maybe I’m trying not to be seen this time, so it’s kinda different? Dangerous?

Me: You want to watch them without jerking off? . . . Are you cool with coming in your pants?

Corey: Always. Come on, you know this.

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[Rock Bottom Ch 4 : Corey secretly watches Michael fuck Y/N, then leaves on his motorcycle]

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Me: Where are you going?

Corey: To fuck Allyson.

Rubbing my temples.

Me: This is too much.

Corey: Michael and Y/N are busy.

Me: So? You JUST came! You don't need to be fucking someone every second.

Corey: You're the one who wants to weave in and out of canon. You do realize Allyson is like the main character other than me.

Me: Yes, and that's boring. If we skip it, you'll get back to Michael sooner. . .

Corey: But don't you want me to have my bi panic first, like, "IDK what's happening to me??”

Me: Ugh, fine. But this is getting so out of control that we have to acknowledge it. You’re going to have to get introspective on the ride there, and I don't like that.

Corey: It’ll take like two paragraphs. I can be introspective, I'm not some himbo.

Me: You're a simp for Michael. It's not supposed to be that complicated.

Corey: It's not that complicated.

Me: It's complicated because of how you act about Allyson.

Corey: I mean, for all you know, I’m just trying to take her from Laurie.

Me: Yeah, I don’t think it’s that simple. Like, Allyson was the first person to accept you, and, Jesus, do you have to be so pathetic?

Corey: Ouch.

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Me: Sorry, I didn’t mean that. But when you insist on getting off every 5 min, especially when you have all these feelings, it's a mess and very time consuming for me.

Corey: I thought you liked spending time with me.

Me: I do. I just don't want it to always be sexual.

Corey (smugly): Okay we both know that's not true.

Me (blushing): I mean, not when we're trying to work. Don’t you want us to give people, like, a little more than sex? Don’t you want to explore the complexities of your relationship with Michael?

Corey's eyes darken and his chest begins to rise and fall. He wets his lips as he looks me up and down, then looks down at himself.

Me (composing myself): Can you not??

Corey: Are you sure? Because we could take a break instead of dealing with all my pathetic feelings.

Me: You're not pathetic. You are making a mess though, and that makes it hard.

Corey: You're telling me.

Corey looks down at himself again

Me: Yeah I'm not going to look, okay?

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Corey (with an air of smugness): You know, if it's that much of a mess, Maybe you never should have given me Y/N.

Corey shrugs condescendingly.

Me: Ya think?? I didn't give you her, BTW. I gave her to Michael, then you INSISTED on sharing her.

Corey: You didn't have to make me feel anything for her, though. You were projecting.

Me: Whoa, out of line. You have a unique shared experience of being left alive by Michael. That’s kind of special. Also, are you kidding? You're totally the type to get attached that quickly.

Corey: And you're not?

Me: Stop.

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Corey starts cracking up laughing.

Corey: Holy shit, just imagining you in my situation. And Michael leaves a hot guy Y/N on the floor. There’s no WAY you could resist. You think you’d leave without fucking him? No way dude. Oh my god, I’m dying to see you sluttified. God, what a mess. I mean, super hot, but -

Me: How are you so sure I'd want a hot guy Y/N?

Corey: Oh come on, we both know you love cock. Plus, I'm a. . .

Me: Oh my god. Are you trying to make yourself into a self-insert again?

Corey: Whaaat? No. . . It’s really not a bad idea, though. You know, there are a lot of male readers who would love to be me and fuck Michael.

Me: Who is even the third person in that scenario?

Corey: There was never supposed to be a third person, remember? You fucked up by giving a victim a name. And naming her Y/N, no less. Lmaoooo. As if that wouldn’t take on a life of its own.

Me: Honestly, I can’t even remember if there was supposed to be–

Corey: WAIT! Can we do an AU where Michael leaves a reader alive and the reader is following Michael around, and I'm the one Michael fucks and leaves on the floor, and reader comes in and sucks my dick?

Me: I mean, if that reader is using your same logic, they wouldn’t be sucking your dick, they’d be eating your ass. Assuming that’s where Michael’s cum is.

Corey is salivating.

Me: I’m just not sure readers want-

Corey: Fuck the readers! Come on, you know we’ve got something here.

Me: Jesus Christ.

Sighs, opens google docs, types a note, closes it.

Me: Okay, can you let me think now?

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Me: I can't believe I'm saying this, but if you fuck Allyson, I think you need to have a wet dream about Michael, too.

Corey: HELL YEAH. Even though I "just came" with Allyson?

Me: Shut up.

Corey: So, in the dream, can Michael fuck me?

Me: Oh yeah, he has to fuck you.

Corey: Wait. What's the catch?

Me (uncomfortable): Well, first, in the dream, you’re going to have to see Joan.

Corey: Oh my god, what the fuck? Why??

Me: So Michael can kill her then give you the fatherly embrace you've always longed for.

Corey sighs.

Corey: Fine.

Corey's eyes well up in tears.

Me: Hey, come here. It's okay. It's okay. You're finally about to get railed.

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[Rock Bottom Ch 5: Corey fucks Allyson, then Michael fucks him in a dream. Corey kills the Dr. and Michael kills the nurse. Corey sucks Michael’s cock.]

Corey: How long are you going to pace around this bed staring at us? I really don't care which hole I get, just stick me in one.

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The MMF Threesome

Me: Thanks for being a team player but it's the composition of the visual, ok? I wanted you guys in the Mulaney pose but that puts you in Y/N's ass unless we flip her back over and I don't like all the flipping.

Corey: why don't you want me in Y/N's ass?

Me: For one, IDK if you're done with her other hole for the day. Michael will just peace out so that's a non-factor for him.

Corey: Oh my god, you're worried about infections? If you don't finish this scene soon, I'm just going to come on her back.

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Corey: Why is the Mulaney pose important to you?

Me: Because it was groundbreaking cinema?

Corey: You could have written it both ways by now and just chosen whichever worked best.

Me: that's actually a good point.

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Corey: Are you positioning us on Magic Poser in the middle of chick-fil-a?

Me: . . .

Corey: Whoa, who's the guy? Why are you showing him?

Me: my partner, because I don't have a dick and I need to know the physical feasibility of a position I couldn't find online

Corey: He's hot

Mee: Yeah, he wouldn't, sorry

Corey: Your loss

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Corey: If you're getting caught up in what you want, just pretend it's two of me instead of me and Michael.

Me: Lol how would that help?

Corey: You don't want Michael so you'll just stick him wherever you want me less.

Me: LooolI I don't want Michael?

Corey: We never do anything that's just Michael. I'm always in the scene. Coincidence?

Me: No, it's not a coincidence lmao it's your POV. You have stories without him, he has ones without you.

Corey: What? Why don't I get to help write Michael? Wait. Does he help? Does he speak?

Me: No, he doesn't speak.

Corey: Why don't you get him over here, ask him what he wants to do, and he can show us?

Me: There's no one for him to kill here

Corey: He can kill Y/N, get her over here too.

Me: Why are you trying to kill off Y/N? You like Y/N

Corey: You give me a new one like every other day, and you don't let me play with more than one at a time, so what's the point in keeping all of them alive?

Me: You have a point, but no, definitely not

Corey: You just don't wanna know what she looks like.

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[Rock Bottom Ch 6: Michael gets her ass]

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Corey: It's actually kind of homophobic that you aren't putting him in MY ass

Me: Was it homophobic when I put his cock in your mouth?

Corey: Ok sorry. But I'm pretty sure he wants it so just try it and delete it if you don't like it

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Corey, Michael, and me are at the diner and Joel Miller from The Last of Us walks up.

Joel: So, I'm thinking. .

Me: Whoa, what are you doing here? This is a Blorbo-only zone

*Corey looks at him smugly*

Joel: I have a hot fic idea

Me: We're good, man

Joel: Hear me out

Corey (standing up): SHE SAID WE'RE GOOD

Me: *looks at Michael and nods toward Joel*

*Michael begins to escort Joel out*

Joel (yelling at an auctioneer pace on his way out): the apocalypse sluttifies everyone making them too horny to think so they're forced to get off and I'll wear that outfit you like and have a big girthy wrench 1.5K TOPS, I PROMISE

Me: *sighs, open google docs*

Corey: Shouldn't you post Rock Bottom Chapter 6 first?

Me: I just posted a Michael story yesterday anyway. I'm trying not to flood the tags so much

Corey: *rolls eyes* You didn't even have to do that Michael thing.

Me: it was a good request. you're just saying that because you weren't in it.

Corey: ya think?

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Who's that calling you under the dinner table?

Reader, you slut

#sluttified!corey cunningam #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x michael myers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #rock bottom fic #who's that calling you under the dinner table #corey cunningham #michael myers x corey cunningham #toxicanonymity ☠️

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toxicanonymity · 1 year ago

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Seasonal reblog bc someone said they almost came without touching 😅 this is slutty, possessive, inmate Corey Cunningham who's on janitorial service in your office and you just have to have each other, 4 times. Lol