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multifandom--mess · 2 years ago

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literally died and came back to life multiple times as I read this. i literally can't deal i need them VISCERALLY

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Corey Cunningham x bisexual!fem!Reader x bisexual!Allyson Nelson

A few months after escaping Haddonfield, Allyson starts to have feelings for a barista at her favorite coffee shop (you). She and Corey decide to explore the potential of a relationship with you, at least for one night. My first time posting smut so feedback is extra appreciated!

Warnings - drinking, fingering, vaginal sex, voyuerism, F/F/M threesome. Pretty straightforward

5,581 words

@rebel-blue @nachtmahr666 @wolvesandvampires @cordelium @multifandom--mess @toxicanonymity and @clemkruckinnie (ik we haven't interacted much but i saw you saying you wish there was more Allyson content a while back, so I thought I'd tag you!)

18+, minors dni

Allyson is at the nurse’s desk when her phone rings. She’s not even supposed to have it on her, but since she didn’t get the promotion, she doesn’t give a fuck. Mathis isn’t even here today. She steps away from the desk and answers.

“We need to leave,” Corey’s strained voice says on the other end of the line.

“I can’t right now, I’m at work.”

“Tonight, then. Will you meet me at 9 at the diner off 74? We need to talk about your grandmother. She wants to kill me.”

“What?”

“Look, I can’t take it anymore. It’s time to say goodbye to Haddonfield.” The finality in Corey’s voice scares Allyson.

“Corey, wait!” She hisses.

He doesn’t say anything but the call doesn’t disconnect.

“I can’t leave without making a scene right now. But my lunch is in 30 minutes. I’ll go pack, I already started last night, and then I’ll pick you up or meet you somewhere. Just give me an hour.”

“An hour.” He repeats, his voice sounding even more strained than before.

“Just stay somewhere safe, I’ll go as fast as I can. Please don’t do anything stupid.” Allyson says.

It’s been four months since Allyson clocked out for lunch, got in her car, and drove away from Haddonfield forever. Corey followed her Ford station wagon on his motorcycle, west, south, back east, south again. They stayed on the move for weeks, living off each of their savings, staying in flea bitten motels or sleeping in Allyson’s car.

Corey checked the news obsessively, but never in front of Allyson. Whenever one of them went to the bathroom, when he went into the gas station alone to buy snacks while she pumped the gas, late at night when he couldn’t sleep. Until he was sure Doug and Dr. Mathis weren’t going to be traced back to him. Allyson had been ready to quit driving around for a long time by then, and finally, without telling her why, Corey gave in and they settled somewhere.

They both went back to their previous professions. Allyson found a job in a general practitioner’s office. A doctor she actually likes and respects, a doctor who treats his employees well. Corey wound up at a dealership, doing repairs on American cars, Chrysler, Dodge, Jeep. They got a nice little apartment. They both make way more money than they did in Haddonfield, and the discount Corey gets on cars is insane, so he surprised Allyson with a new car for her birthday.

Neither of them can quite believe how good things are going. That they escaped, left it all behind, and now they’re just… Well, not normal, but they can fool everyone else into thinking they are. There’s a coffee shop that Allyson has become a regular at. It’s not far from the hospital so she stops there sometimes, in the mornings before work, on her lunch break, on her days off when she’s in the neighborhood. Being a regular somewhere helps her feel like she’s actually part of the community, not just a tourist. It makes the facade she and Corey maintain that little bit more convincing.

You’ve been a barista for a year when a girl you’ve never seen before comes in. While you have a few people you know by name, or by their order, most of the customers just sort of blend together. This girl though, she’s so pretty, with dark green eyes and a little button of a nose. You know you would remember if she’d come in before. Almond milk latte and a blueberry muffin. She lets you spell her name wrong on the cup.

“That’s how it should be spelled,” she jokes.

You make a mental note to spell it right if you see her again, and you really hope you do.

It takes two weeks, but on a Thursday morning she comes in again, wearing forest green scrubs that accentuate her green eyes.

“Almond milk latte?” You say instead of hello.

“You remembered!?” She replies in shock.

“Of course,” you say. “A-L-L-Y-S-O-N.” You turn the cup around to show her.

“I’m impressed!” She claps her hands. Your heart flutters in your chest a little.

The next time she comes in, it’s a Saturday afternoon, just as you’re about to leave. Your coworker has already clocked in and is standing at the register, prepared to take the order, but you haven’t clocked out yet, so you ask if you can do one more. She has a man with her this time, and he’s just as gorgeous as she is, with an unruly mop of brown hair, and a broad, athletic build. They’re holding hands. Well, shit, you think.

“Hey Allyson,” you say, smiling widely. A little thing like a boyfriend isn’t going to stop you from being nice to a regular.

“Hey!” She says. She greets you by name even though you’ve already taken your name tag off for the day. You’re not the only one going out of their way to remember things it seems. The man’s name is Corey. Up close you can see his freckles and his dense eyelashes behind his glasses.

“Bummer your girl has a boyfriend,” a coworker says when you go into the back to finally actually clock out.

“Yeah. Ugh,” you sigh. “But did you see him? Be still my bisexual heart.”

Once, when Allyson has been a regular for a couple months, she comes in on your day off. You’re there anyway, feeding the caffeine monkey that lives on your back. It’s dead so you’re leaning on the counter talking to your coworkers as they make your drink.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on that side?” She asks, pointing behind the register.

“Not today, Ally Cat,” you say. The nickname is a huge gamble but to your shock and great joy, she fucking giggles.

She orders her coffee and sits down at a table. You walk by her on the way out and she calls your name.

“Do you wanna sit down? Not to make you hang out at work on your day off, but you were kinda already here.”

You pretend to deliberate, but of course you’re going to stay, at least as long as you can. You pull out the other chair at her tiny table. You get so absorbed talking to her you almost forget you had plans, and another friend is waiting for you. You apologize for not being able to stay longer.

“Well we should just plan to hang out sometime then,” she suggests.

“Yeah? That would be awesome.”

She gives you her number and you text her to give her yours. Then in your car you text the friend you’ll now be late to hang out with. She’ll forgive you when she finds out why.

Over text, you and Allyson decide to go to the mall. She picks you up in the afternoon. She’s all smiles as you get in the car. You knew she was pretty, but in the sunlight coming through the windshield she looks like an angel. You struggle to keep your composure.

As you walk around the mall you’re impressed with how easy she is to talk to, and her dorky sense of humor is genuine and charming. There’s things you’re dying to know but can’t ask. Does she like girls or is she just this flirty with everyone? Is her relationship with Corey monogamous? And what’s Corey’s deal? Every time you’ve seen him he’s been so quiet and reserved, but when he speaks there’s something magnetic about him. And his eyes are so intense, you know he’s got a hell of a story. But you try not to ask too many questions. You don’t want to seem weird.

Neither of you is really shopping, but you always wind up seeing something that catches your eye. You find a top that really speaks to you and, even better, it’s on clearance. The only problem is, it’s the only one left and a size down from what you usually wear. You present it to Allyson.

“You would look so good in that,” she says.

“It’s one size too small,” you say, exaggerating a pout.

“Here,” she says, guiding your hand with the top on the hanger to your chest. She lines the shoulder seams up with the shirt you’re wearing, then smooths the top on the hanger down your front and around your sides, lining the side seams up too. It’s totally innocent, but you feel yourself gushing anyway. It’s the most she’s ever touched you. “I think you should try it on. It would look incredible and it seems like it’ll fit.”

“Okay, you convinced me.”

In the dressing room you get the top on, and technically it does fit. But you feel like if you moved too quickly you could hulk out of it by accident. You try to take it off, but you hear the stitches groaning. Oh no.

You open the fitting room door and she’s standing right there.

“See!” She exclaims, eyes lighting up.

“Yeah,” you smile sheepishly, “It looks great, but there’s a problem.”

“What?”

“It felt like it was gonna tear when I tried to take it off. Can you help me?” You stand back from the door and let her in.

She closes the door, then turns to face you. You look into each other’s eyes for what is probably only a few seconds, but feels much, much longer.

“Raise your arms,” she says without breaking eye contact.

You do as you’re told. She curls her fingers under the hem of the shirt. Her fingers are cold, but her touch would’ve given you goosebumps either way. Slowly, carefully, much more slowly and carefully than she really needs to, she works the top up your stomach and over your breasts. You’re not wearing a bra and you know she notices, but she doesn’t look anywhere other than into your eyes until the shirt comes over your face and you can’t see her anymore. With the shirt almost all the way off, stretched between your arms above your head and still stuck on your shoulders, she instructs you to lean forward. You bend at the waist and she takes the shirt the rest of the way off, pulling it languidly down the length of your arms.

“There you go,” she says with a small smile when you’re finally free.

“Thanks,” you say quietly.

You take a step towards her. Your nipples harden in the cold air, and with the distance between you closed they almost press against her. You both hold your breath. She looks down at your tits, then the rest of the way to the floor.

“Hand me the hanger?” She says.

You hand her the hanger, then pull the shirt you came with back on. She rehangs the top she’s holding and deposits it on the reject rack as you exit the store. You feel awkward walking back through the mall, cheeks burning, heart racing. What was that? You wonder. Allyson is quiet. Without talking about it, you make your way out of the mall and back to her car.

“I had fun,” she says, breaking the tension as she starts the engine.

“Me too,” you smile at her, still feeling a little unsure of what just happened.

“We should hang out again sometime. With Corey too.”

“I’d love that,” you reply.

When Allyson gets home Corey is sprawled on the couch watching TV.

“How was the mall?” he asks, sitting up and making room for her.

“It was great,” she says, plopping down next to him. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and squeezes her against him. “I really like her.”

“Do you… like her?”

Allyson has had feelings for girls since she was a young teenager, but she hadn’t felt able to articulate it before she got out of Haddonfield. Corey brought things out in Allyson, she felt she could tell him anything, but there were things she couldn’t tell even herself until she escaped the tomb her hometown had become. One night, under the scratchy blanket at a Super 8, unsure if Corey was even still awake, Allyson had whispered the word for the first time. Corey accepted it easily. After all, hadn’t he stirred for men at times? For his AP Physics teacher, and then for Roger Allen, and then for Michael Myers? They had never discussed what Allyson’s confession might mean for the relationship.

“Yes,” Allyson says quietly. She does like you.

Corey is loath to share Allyson with someone. He can’t help but feel like she would just wind up preferring them to him, leaving him all alone. But he’s seen you and Allyson interact. He’s recognized the looks she gives you. And in the moments he’s been witness to it, while his jealousy did rage, it was far outweighed by a feeling of warmth. How radiant Allyson is when she’s happy. How lucky he is that she ever made those faces at him, and that she continues to do so, even as he watches her infatuation with you deepen.

And Corey is attracted to you too. The first time he saw you he understood why Allyson was always talking about this mythical barista that remembered her order and how to spell her name.The customer service was not what Allyson was excited about.The idea of you and Allyson together instantly makes his cock rock hard under his sweatpants.

Allyson sees it happen, and reaches out to rest her hand on the imprint in the fabric. “What’s this for?” she asks playfully.

“For you liking her,” Corey says reluctantly.

“What was that?” She teases, squeezing gently.

“You heard me,” he growls, pressing himself into her hand.

“No, I think you should repeat yourself.” She laughs and takes her hand away.

Corey catches Allyson’s wrist in his huge hand. “You. Know. What I said.” He brings her hand to his mouth and kisses her palm. He gently bites each of her fingers. Then he places her hand back on his cock.

“I think she likes me. And I think she’s into you too,” Allyson says, slowly stroking Corey through his pants.

“Me?” He moans. “Wh-what makes you think that?”

“She asked me about you a lot. And she told me when she makes your drink she puts an extra half pump of syrup in it for free.” Allyson slides her hand under Corey’s waistband to grip him directly, and

with that there is no more talking.

In the morning Corey and Allyson do their usual routine.She curls her hair and does her makeup while he leans in the doorway and watches.

“I think I'm getting coffee on my lunch break,” she says, winding a strand of hair around her curling iron.”What if I invite her to get dinner with us? Somewhere nice.”

“Like a date?” Corey asks.

“Yeah.” Allyson looks at him in the mirror and grabs another lock of hair to curl. “Like all three of us on a date.”

“I’m not convinced she’s interested in me,” he says.

“Well, that’s what dates are for. To see if you’re interested in somebody.”

Corey can’t argue with that. He pulls out his phone and searches for nice restaurants in the area while Allyson dabs concealer under her eyes.

“What do your evenings look like next week?” Allyson asks. At this point she doesn’t bother ordering and you don’t bother telling her her total. The coffee transaction happens in the background of your conversation.

“I think I’m wide open,” you tell her. Your sharpie is dry so you throw it away and dig a pack of new markers out from under the register.

“‘Do you want to get dinner with me and Corey one night?”

“Absolutely!” You say, completely failing to hide your excitement.Your hand shakes and you accidentally make a stray line on her cup. You turn it into a star to cover your mistake “Where were you thinking?”

“Would it be crazy if we went somewhere kinda… Upscale?” Allyson wiggles her eyebrows.”I heard about this place called The Frontier? Have you ever been?”

“You really meant upscale!” You laugh. “I’ve only been once, years ago.That would be really fun.”

The two of you agree on Wednesday, hoping there will still be reservations left in the middle of the week, then she leaves with her coffee. Out in the parking lot, she sees the star next to her name and feels giddy.

Holy shit. The fucking Frontier. That has to mean it’s a date, right? You think to yourself.

“The Frontier!” One of your coworkers says next to you, as if hearing your thoughts. “She’s so DTF.”

“It’s just dinner.” You say, waving your hand dismissively. But God do you hope it’s not just dinner.

As you get ready for your night with Corey and Allyson it’s still not clear to you what her intentions were in inviting you. You think about the moment you had with Allyson in the dressing room and hear your coworker’s voice. She’s so DTF. But Corey will be there. She wouldn’t bring him if she was down to fuck, would she? Unless she wants you to fuck Corey? You would fuck Corey happily. As excited as you are to see her alone, you always find yourself hoping Corey will be with her so you can look at him. So you can be reminded of the way his giant hands dwarf his coffee cup, and how, on the rare occasions you see him smile, it always starts with a smirk before spreading across his whole face.But it just seems too good to be true, that either of them would want to date or have sex with you, let alone both of them. You’re probably just reading too much into it.

Whatever. You dress like it’s a date, and if it isn’t one, there’s nothing wrong with looking hot at a fancy restaurant with some friends. You stand in front of your bathroom mirror and apply the finishing touches. Spritz of perfume, dainty gold necklace to accentuate your collar bones, making sure the front of your hair is just so. Then you go get your nice coat out of the closet and get in your car.

On the drive over, your heart races. You’re nervous, but it’s kind of thrilling. The feeling intensifies as you get closer to the restaurant. You turn the AC up full blast and crank the volume on your radio, trying to ground yourself. The Frontier has valet parking but you’re already anticipating the price of the evening, so you park a couple blocks away and walk, despite your nice shoes not being the most comfortable. As you approach the door you see Corey and Allyson standing on the sidewalk.

They both look so fucking hot, it’s completely unfair. Allyson has a heavy wool coat on, but it’s unbuttoned and underneath it you can see she’s wearing a dress that hugs her as tightly as a second skin from her bust to her hips before flaring out. Below the hem of the dress, her legs are toned and smooth all the way down to her feet inside her pointy, low-heeled shoes. Corey wears a leather jacket over a button down shirt with the top three buttons undone. The little bit of his chest you can see in the gap is so unholy, you feel a pang between your legs.

Corey sees you approaching first and gives you his little smirk. He points you out to Allyson, who looks up from her phone. She beams at you, and you grin back at both of them.

“Hey, I was just about to text you! You look great!” She exclaims, holding her arms open for a hug. You’re extremely tempted to put your arms inside her coat as it hangs away from her body, but that seems weirdly intimate, so you wrap your arms around the scratchy wool instead.

“So do you,” you say. “You both do.” You think Corey’s face seems to turn a little red at the comment, but he doesn’t react otherwise.

Allyson leads the way to the host stand. The Wednesday reservation plan worked and the three of you get sat immediately. The hostess leads you to a round table near the back of the restaurant. It’s dark in the way of fancy restaurants, with candles on the table and overhead lights that don’t do much of anything. It’s busy and most of the tables around you are full, but when you sit down it feels intimate and cozy, like the three of you are the only people there.

“Bottle of wine?” Allyson asks

“Sure,” you reply.

“White or red?”

“Whatever you want.”

Your server comes to the table and pours everyone water from a crystal carafe. Allyson orders a bottle of white wine. You look at the menu and try not to get overwhelmed. It’s an “American” restaurant but all the dishes have been “elevated” beyond recognition.

“Does this menu make any sense to either of you?” You ask

“No,” Corey says, shaking his head.

“Not at all,” Allyson adds.

All three of you laugh, and you relax a little, releasing tension you didn’t realize you were holding. They seem more at ease too.

Through the whole meal, the air between you and Allyson feels charged. The flirty banter you established at the coffee shop and practiced at the mall blossoming in the romantic setting. It’s almost painful how far away from her the round table keeps you. You try to find excuses to brush your fingertips against hers across the table. She’s so DTF. You want her as much as it feels like she wants you, but you’re not so wrapped up in her that you forget about Corey. You can’t keep yourself from looking in his direction, watching him as he watches you and Allyson. He’s the most talkative you’ve ever seen him, and for the first time you detect an accent to his voice. You can’t get a read on his vibe. He must be okay with you and Allyson, but is he interested in participating? You cross your fingers under the table in hopes that he is.

After dessert you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Allyson turns to Corey and puts her hand on his on the table.

“What do you think?” She asks.

“I like her,” he says.

“Do you like her enough to invite her to come home with us?”

Corey chews his lip. The server comes by and deposits the check on the table. Allyson pays.

“Are you sure she’s not just interested in you?” He asks when they’re alone at the table again.

“Corey, are you blind? She’s been making eyes at you more than me! I’m sure she’s interested in both of us.”

He looks away from her and bounces his leg for a second. Then he turns back to her. “Okay, let’s do it.”

You return from the bathroom to the table cleared. Corey and Allyson stand as you approach and start putting their coats on.

“We already paid,” Allyson says.

“You did? You didn’t have to do that,” you say, surprised.

“We wanted to,” she tells you simply.

“Thank you so much. I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she reassures you. “Would you like to come back to our place?” She asks as you exit the restaurant.

Your heart flutters and between your legs pulses. Yes, yes, one million times yes. “Sure,” you say, trying to play it cool.

Corey goes to get their car from the valet.

“You can ride with us if you want. And we’ll bring you back to your car later.”

“Okay. Sounds good to me.”

The valet pulls the car to the front of the restaurant. Corey hands him cash, then gets in the driver’s seat and closes his door.

“Why don’t you sit in the front with Corey?” Allyson suggests.

You open the front passenger door and Corey smiles at you. You smile back as you slide into the car. Shoegaze music comes softly through the speakers. As Corey pulls out of the valet lane, Allyson leans forward behind you. She reaches over the back of your seat to put a hand on your shoulder. She caresses the side of your neck with her slender fingers. Then Corey reaches over to put a wide, freckled hand on your thigh, finally confirming he wants you too.

“Is this okay?” Allyson asks, her voice right behind your ear.

“Yeah,” you say, voice breathy. Holy shit, you think. Just having their hands on you like this is extremely erotic. Your heart pounds, thinking about all the ways they could gang up on you. Allyson’s hand slides up into your hair to massage your scalp with her short nails. You work hard to control your breathing, but as Corey starts to slide his hand up and down your thigh, you know they can hear what they’re doing to you.

Mercifully, the ride to their place is short. They live on the second floor and Corey takes the lead up the stairs. You follow him. From below you on the stairs, Allyson reaches out for your hand and you lace your fingers with hers for a few seconds. Inside their apartment you shrug your coat off and Allyson hangs it in the front closet with hers and Corey’s. You’re still so aroused from the car ride, but you’re nervous too. You’ve never had a threesome before but even with all your hoping tonight would lead to one, you don’t know what to expect. Your hands shake a little as you sit on the couch.

Allyson sits next to you, and Corey opts for an armchair to the side, resuming his role as watcher. You sit there awkwardly for a minute, with your knee touching Allyson’s, trying to gather the courage to make the move. Sensing your hesitation, she reaches out and tucks a stray hair behind your ear.You look at her and she smiles and you find the strength to lean in and kiss her.

If the air in the restaurant had crackled with the electricity between the two of you, the kiss is the bright flash and harsh sting of a static shock. A tiny, momentary explosion that only releases the tension for a split second. The more you kiss her, the more you need to kiss her, and the more she kisses you back. It’s messy and dizzying and so much fun. She scoots closer to you, then closer still, until you’re pressed against each other hard. Without speaking, you put your arms up over your head. She giggles and pulls your top off of you between kisses, much less carefully than in the dressing room.

Allyson reaches behind her own back and pulls the zipper on her dress down halfway. Your hands follow hers and you unzip her completely. She removes her arms from her sleeves and the top of the dress falls to her lap, then she stands halfway up so the dress drops to the floor, kissing you all the while. She sits with her back against the arm of the couch and spreads her legs, inviting you between them. You sit with one of her legs behind you and one in your lap. You rub your hand up and down the leg in your lap, enjoying her smooth skin and the toned muscle of her slender thigh. You hear Corey unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.Your breathing quickens.

You move your hand from Allyson’s leg to her tit. It’s a perfect, perky handful. You squeeze it gently and she moans into your mouth. Her hand comes over yours and she makes you squeeze harder. Your clit throbs with arousal. Keeping her hand on yours, Allyson guides you down from her chest to the waistband of her panties. You slip your hand under the elastic. She’s completely soaked. You slide your fingers up and down her slit before slipping between her labia to find the hard bud of her clit, rubbing a light circle around it when you do. Allyson throws her head back and whines. You kiss down her gracefully arched neck.

Corey groans softly. You turn your head to look at him. He’s slouched in the armchair, face flushed bright red and eyes almost black. His pants are pulled down just enough for you to see his hard, pink cock and dense reddish pubes. He’s undone another button on his shirt and he has one hand inside the opening. Allyson follows your gaze to Corey and he holds you both in his intense stare while you swirl your fingers slowly around the bundle of nerves between her legs.

Allyson makes the prettiest sounds as she starts getting closer, and you break eye contact with Corey to watch her face as she scrunches up her button nose in pleasure. She pulls you in for a kiss and as you kiss her you feel weight on the couch behind you. You expect to feel Corey’s hands on you, but he keeps them to himself as you pick up the pace of your fingers against Allyson’s clit. She reaches up to put her hand on your face as she climaxes, rocking her hips hard, pressing desperately against your hand. You work her all the way through it, feeling her twitch against you as the aftershocks come.

Finally you slip your hand out of her panties, slippery and shiny. She points over your shoulder and you turn toward Corey. He puts the fingers you used on Allyson in his mouth and sucks them clean, one by one. Then he pulls you in for a kiss, letting you taste her on his lips. Allyson shifts a little to make room for you, then pulls you against her. Your head rests on her chest and she lightly sets her chin on your crown. Corey tugs at the waistband of the bottoms you never removed. You bridge your hips off the couch and he pulls your underwear down at the same time. Then he drops his own pants and underwear. He’s already taken his shirt off and rolled a condom onto his cock, which twitches as he takes in the sight of you and Allyson laying together below him.

He kisses Allyson above you, then lowers himself to kiss you again. He laps against your lips with a hot tongue and you let him into your mouth. His hands knead your thighs while Allyson’s cup your tits. You’re so wet you feel like you must be dripping. Corey uses his grip on your thighs to push them towards your chest, opening you up, then lays his cock directly between your lips. You shudder in Allyson’s arms. She rolls one of your nipples delicately between her fingers.

Corey slides the length of his shaft against you, back and forth, top to bottom. You whimper and thrust your hips up every time the swollen head of his dick brushes your clit or catches just a little on your entrance until finally he slips it inside you. Your breath catches and you make a squeaking sound. They both giggle.

“That was so cute,” Allyson whispers in your ear just as Corey sinks the rest of his length into you.

You can’t believe you’re sandwiched between two of the hottest people you’ve ever seen. It exceeds your wildest dreams. As Corey thrusts in and out of you, Allyson runs her hands all over your body. Playing with your tits, dragging her fingertips up and down your sides, working her way down. She wedges a hand between you and Corey and starts to rub your clit. Your mind goes blank of every thought except for how good this feels. Some distant part of you knows you’re panting and moaning so loud the neighbors can probably hear you, but you don’t give a shit, and Corey and Allyson only encourage you.

“Say ‘fuck me, Corey,’” Allyson tells you, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. “It drives him crazy.”

“Fuck me, Corey,” you plead. “Oh Corey, fuck me!”

It does drive him crazy, every time you repeat it he increases the speed and force of his thrusts, pounding you so hard you’d be worried about Allyson underneath you if she wasn’t having so much fun getting you to egg him on.

Detecting the change in your breathing indicating your impending orgasm, Allyson puts her lips to your ear again. “Tell him you’re gonna cum.”

“I’m gonna cum!” you wail. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, Corey, I’m… I’m…”

Your orgasm hits you like a truck as Allyson furiously rubs your clit and Corey slams into you. The way you clench around him pulls him over the edge with you and he groans deeply as he pushes into you one last time before stilling. The three of you pant, spent, for several minutes.

They don’t drive you back to your car. Instead they lead you to their bedroom. Corey lays in the middle of the bed and you and Allyson snuggle into his sides, holding hands across his toned stomach. None of you knows what the events of the evening mean. But you can worry about that, and your car, in the morning. Right now you just want to drift off to sleep in heaven.

#corey cunningham.#allyson x corey x reader #the bi panic is off the mf charts 😩😩😩

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perfectlyperfectstranger · 10 months ago

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Corey Cunningham x Reader

Gif is NOT mine

Note: No gender is specified for the reader im almost 100% positive.

This is my first time writing and this does end on a cliffhanger im sorry😭 just so i can think the ending over make sure it goes how I want it to.

This follows Halloween ends storyline btw.

Warning: Slight cheating at the end but not really since Allyson and Corey aren’t confirmed to be together.

You and Allyson had always been close friends so when one day she calls you after a shift talking about some really cute guy with brown hair and glasses she worked on earlier in the day you had to joke. “He wasn’t like, dead was he?” You snicker while saying. “No he wasn’t dead, he was very much alive.” Allyson says and from here tone you can practically hear the eye roll. You chuckle “Thats great for you Allyson. Listen Ill call you later I gotta close up over here.” You both say your goodbyes.

As you are locking up each window you hear something. You raise a brow reaching for your phone and a heavy object near by which happens to be a wrench. Turning on the flash of your phone you start making your way towards the noise only to find a man standing outside the front door looking slightly frantic. You quickly walk over and open the door. “Is there something that I can do for you?” You ask the man who only stares for a moment trying to group together what he wants to say. “…You wouldn’t happen to have a cable jumper and a battery would you?” He says in a soft and quiet voice. You think for a moment debating your choices he notices your hesitance. “Please..? Even just a ride home would suffice. I could always just come back in the morning with what I need.” You sigh. “Alright let me just grab my things then we can get you home.” You step aside and let him in hurrying to gather your things placing down the wrench. He watches you move around grouping up your things. “So you’re a electrician huh? Im a mechanic ” He says attempting conversation his voice shaky and nervous. “Really? What shop d’you work at?” You say as you nod your head towards the door signaling ‘we can go now’. As you both open your car door he responds. “I uh work with my stepdad not many other places will hire me really.” You turn your head to look at him before starting the car. “I don’t see why not you look like you’re in perfect condition for some work.” He seems slightly surprised at your words but decides not to question how you live here and don’t know him. “Im Corey by the way..” You keep your eyes on the road. “Im Y/n, now then Corey. Wanna tell me where your place is?”

After arriving to his home you stop. “Thank you for the ride you really helped me out.” He says a little rushed you nod your head to him and smile softly. “Its no problem. You have a good night Corey.” After you say goodbye you drive off headed back to your own place.

A few days pass by and your working late once again a couple of minutes till close. The door opens and you don’t look up for a moment till the person stops at the desk in front of you. You look up from what you were doing. “Hey Y/n!” A slight smile spreads across your face as you roll your eyes. “Geez you’re coming to annoy me on the job now?” You say teasing as you look back to Allyson. She scoffs “Whatever you don’t know what you’d do without me.” You chuckle softly and ask her what it was she came by for. “Well…” She says reaching into her bag and pulling out a small poster promoting a halloween party at the near by bar. “I don’t know Allyson.. You know I don’t really care for these things.” But with how persistent she is you eventually find no point in further arguing. “Please.. Im gonna bring the cute guy from the hospital too.” You roll you eyes and smile. “Alright.. are we supposed to wear costumes?” She nods at your question. “You should dress sexy you never go out, jump at the opportunity.” She smirks.

The time for this small event at the bar approaches and you’re getting ready your hair and makeup done putting on your costume. You look at yourself in the mirror and shake your head with a smile thinking of how in the world Allyson convinced you into agreeing.

You get to the bar and call Allyson to see if shes already here. She picks up and says she coming out right now. You see her and step out of your car. She smiles “You look so good!” You look at her outfit “I thought you were dressing up too?” She shrugs with a smirk showing she never had the intention to actually wear a costume. You sigh and smile at your sneaky friend as she starts to drag you inside the bar. She takes you to the counter where a man is sitting with a scarecrow mask on. “Corey this is my friend Y/n.” You raise a brow curious if this was the same Corey that came by your work a few days ago. He has the same brown curly hair. Corey moves his mask to the side and shyly smiles, you softly smile. “Hey Corey.” Allyson raises a brow as to say ‘You know each other?’ You explain how the two of you met.

As the night goes on you feel yourself let loose. You all are having a good time when Corey heads back up to the bar leaving you and Allyson to dance. When you suddenly see him dart out the door Allyson sees too and starts heading for the door she asks you to come with her just in case he’s feeling sick. Once you get out he looks frantic like on the night you met but more scared and worried. You tune out there conversation deciding its not really any of your business that is till you hear a very upset Corey. “Im not your fucking project Allyson!” She tries to defend her words but he’s already turning and walking off seeming rigid. “Y/n.. Do me a favor and follow him. I wanna be alone and clear my head.” You look at her sad and nod giving her a hug before jogging to catch up with Corey. “Hey…” He takes in a breath trying to calm himself. “You doing okay.?” You ask softly. He nods, you see a car driving up in your peripheral as the car comes to a stop in front of you Corey seems to freeze. You narrow your eyes and watch as a group of teens step out of the car. They immediately start taking to harassing Corey talking down to him he’s holding his weight well for now so you don’t step in. That is until the boys start putting their hands on him after he said some stuff about the boys dad. You shove one away and try to smoothly knock him out not wanting to fight with a kid. But thats when you see that Corey has gone over the bridge thats when you stop fighting with them.

You immediately run to the slope connecting under and above the bridge you make it down and don’t see Corey. You feel yourself begin to panic when you hear something from the sewer tunnel. You reach for your phone turning on the flashlight before walking in. Then you see him leaned against some concrete out cold you immediately try waking him. “Corey.. Corey come one you gotta get up.” Shaking him trying to make him open his eyes you hear him groan. “Cor-“ Then suddenly everything goes black.

You start waking up groggily blinking your eyes. You look around at your surroundings looking to your right you see Corey still unconscious. The events of last night begin coming back and suddenly your in a rush to get up and get Corey up as well. “Corey!” You say getting up whisper shouting. “Corey lets go we gotta go!” You say shaking him awake with urgency in your voice. He starts to blink awake “Hey.. Come on lets go.” You say helping him up hurrying to get out of here. He walks behind you, You make it to the end turning to make sure Corey is still right there. Hes a little bit behind your about to call out to him when suddenly a hand reaches out and chokes him. You gasp and are sent into a panic looking around for something anything heavy to hit this random arm with. You see a wooden plank and grab it before immediately hitting this mysterious arm the plank breaks and you look over where the arm came from and lock eyes with the Michael Myers. You freeze and he drops Corey once you realize he let go of Corey you grab his arm and immediately rush out of there scared.

You both had been walking for some time not saying anything when a car pulls beside Corey the window rolls down the man speaks to him but Corey says nothing the man quickly drives off seeming startled.

The two of you head to your place. After getting there you ask Corey to go take a shower so the sewer smell goes away you walking to do the same after giving him a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. You exit your bathroom dressed and he exits the guest bathroom in the clothes you gave him. “Corey come sit on the couch.” You say softly. He does as you ask and you go to grab things to clean his wounds and wrap them. You kneel in front of him cleaning the scraps on his face. “How did you land.” He looks at you for the first time since getting out of the shower. “What..” You make eye contact with him. “How did you land?” Asking him slower than before. “M’back.” You stand asking him to lay on his stomach lifting his shirt to look at his bruised back. You take a ice pack and slowly place it on his back to sooth the bruises. Corey whimpers slightly “Sorry.” You say softly.

After all those events you didn’t feel quite normal. You don’t know what it was but it feels like theres this hunger when you get angry the need, urge. You try not to think about it much not hearing from Corey or Allyson. That is till you get a phone call. “Hello.” You say without much emotion in your voice. The person on the other end doesn’t respond for a moment. “Its Allyson I need you to come by Corey had earlier and I want to talk to you.” You make your way over there Allyson ranting to you about the odd things she was seeing happening with Corey. “Did something happen that night after the party?” She asks you, You make eye contact with her. “No we just walked and eventually got to his place and split off.” You lied, you aren’t sure why but you did. You soon enough leave Allyson’s place heading to your car not before Laurie stops you. You look her in her eyes, she seems startled immediately moving out of your way and deciding whatever she was going to say is no longer important. Once your in your car you start pulling out making your way to Corey’s. You knock on his door, a older woman answers. “Is Corey here.” You say nearly monotone. She seems to be slightly agitated with your question her husband stepping to the door and pulling her away before telling you Corey was upstairs. You open his bedroom door, he’s standing in front of his mirror with his scarecrow mask on you look around and spot a mask on his dresser. Examining it before pulling it over your head, looking in the mirror before looking over at Corey and moving the mask to the side. Leaning in unknowingly…

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🌹post-michael corey cunningham 18+ alphabet🌹

corey cunningham x gn reader

minors dni

my first piece on tumblr. thought i'd start with one of my top 5 slashers i'm thirsty for.

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a (aftercare)

♡ very attentive

♡ will clean both of you up with a washcloth that's been soaked in warm water

♡ will kiss your forehead and cheek in a soft possessive manner

♡ will bring both of you a small glass of choccy milk before cuddling

b (their favorite body part of theirs and yours)

♡ he loves his hands

♡ there's so much he can do with those large hands of his

♡ fix, create, build, kill, caress, bring pleasure, dominate

♡ the list is endless

♡ his favorite body part on you is your eyes

♡ they convey so much to him when words fail

♡ they show him adoration, love, care, sympathy, empathy, desire, pain, excitement, happiness, vulnerability, submissiveness

♡ he can stare into them forever

c (anything to do with cum)

♡ has to come inside you every time

♡ doesn't care whether its in your mouth or your hole/s

♡ refuses to see his cum lay against the bedding or drying on your skin

♡ must be down your throat or deep inside of you

♡ will push the cum back into your hole/s if it leaks out

♡ if he's feeling particularly depraved he'll eat his own cum out of you

♡ creampies. that is all

d (dirty secret)

♡ his bottom drawer of his dresser is full of underwear that he stole from you

♡ has pieces even from his pre-michael days

♡ lays on his bed with the garments covering his face and jacks himself off while inhaling your scent

♡ will also use your underwear as a cumsock

♡ if he's a switch (post-michael not a sub) will also furiously masturbate with your underwear shoved up his ass

e (how experienced are they)

♡ not very experienced

♡ only fooled around with maybe two people in highschool before sharing a night or two with allyson

♡ pre-michael he was very eager to learn all what allyson and then you could show him

♡ post-michael he knows what he wants and what he wants to experiment with

♡ will not hesitate to try something new with you or to take the lead in the bedroom

♡ the shyness has left him

f (favorite position)

♡ mating press and doggy

♡ wants to be as deep inside of you as possible

g (are they goofy or serious in the moment)

♡ serious for the most part

♡ corey is obsessed and extremely possessive over you

♡ sex is one of the most important and prominent ways he can take ownership of you and join with you in a near spiritual way

♡ so lightheartedness and being goofy in the bedroom is not high on the agenda

h (how well groomed are they)

♡ leaves himself natural aside from some minor trimming maintenance

i (intimacy, how are they during the moment)

♡ corey is overwhelmingly intense and passionate during sex

♡ he doesn't take sex with you lightly and it shows

♡ other times he is brutally rough and dominating. animalistic even.

♡ you are left with hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratch marks and aches

j (jacking off, their views on masturbation)

♡ corey is always lusting after you

♡ so if you can't see each other for a while he has no qualms about jacking off to thoughts, photos and even videos of you. let's also not forget about your underwear.

k (one or more kinks)

♡ corey has quite a few kinks

♡ breeding, somnophilia, bdsm, ddlg/b, knife play, blood play, public sex, fisting, choking you, sounding, dacryphilia, c&b torture, praise and degradation and a few more he's yet to express to you

l (favorite locations to do it)

♡ the bed

♡ shower

♡ kitchen counter

♡ movie theatre

♡ you bent over his motorcycle whether in his garage at home or at the auto shop

m (motivation, what gets them going)

♡ just the mere initial sight of you os enough for corey to be straining in his jeans

♡ when your clothes pull taut across your ass, groin or chest

♡ when you bend for something at just the right angle

♡ corey loses his mind when you whisper in his ear or give him the mischievous eyes and devious smirk

♡ when you show him your undivided attention and lots of affection

n (no! something they wouldn't do)

♡ corey's pretty damn depraved but he won't do bathroom stuff

♡ will not share you with anyone... unless its michael (yes, peepaw's still alive!!! i refuse to aknowledge the ending of halloween ends)

♡ will not be a sub. pre-michael corey would of most likely been quite subby but post-michael corey is not. at most he'll be a switch on occasion

o (oral, preferences in giving or receiving)

♡ enjoys both equally

♡ really enjoys a nice bj

♡ but will go absolutely feral when given the chance to skullfuck you

♡ loves hearing your moans and tasting your essence when he sucks you off/eats you out

♡ enjoys rim jobs too

p (fast and rough or slow and sensual)

♡ it depends on his moods or simply his whims

♡ whether pounding into you at a brutal unforgiving pace or taking it slow and making soft love, corey enjoys both. there's no one or the other

q (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

♡ enjoys a good quickie

♡ when time is short for you both to be in one another's company, a quickie is more than enough to tide corey over until he can get his hands on you for hours at an end

♡ loves the thrill of a quickie in his house with his mom slinking around, at the auto shop during a work day or even in the movie theatre

r (risks, are they game to experiment? take risks etc)

♡ big risk taker

♡ loves to see how far he can push your body over the pleasure and pain threshold

♡ enjoys experimenting in bringing both you and himself pleasure through trying out various things he's seen on the net

♡ loves when you jack him off while riding his motorcyle

s (stamina, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they usually last?)

♡ has a shitload more stamina since he started to religiously work out everyday to keep him fighting (killing) fit

♡ he seems to be able to pound away into you over and over again until your sobbing from overstimulation and exhaustion

♡ he can last a good 3 to 5 rounds

t (toys, do they own toys? do they use them?)

♡ yes!

♡ corey has purchased many toys for you and him

♡ he likes vibrators, vibrating dildos, vibrating cock rings.

♡ loves using the hitachi magic wand on you and if he's in a dark mood he'll shove it up your hole too

♡ dildos and anal plugs of various and increasing sizes

u (unfair, how much do they like to tease)

♡ corey's not much of a teaser

♡ the only time he'll like to tease is when you've been particularly bratty or difficult on that day

v (volume, how loud are they? what noises do they make?)

♡ corey's a moaner and quite vocal

♡ he's not high pitched though

♡ his moans are low and throaty

♡ will praise, degrade, whisper words of possession and babble nonsense too

♡ will whimper, groan and grunt some too

♡ if you're being very vocal during a particlar time in the act, Corey will let his inhibitions free and join you. this will of course make the room sound like a porno is being shot inside

w (wildcard, randon headcanon)

♡ wants to have a threesome with michael

x (x-ray, what's going on in their pants?)

♡ corey's a good 7.5inches when fully erect

♡ like the rest of him, his cock is thick and beefy

♡ it curves upwards a little at the top

♡ he is uncut

♡ has a few veins here and there

♡ he has a bulbous mushroom head

♡ large heavy testicles

y (yearning, how high is their sex drive?)

♡ fairly high

♡ his sex drive was about average before meeting you

♡ but after meeting and getting involved with you and post-michael? he finds lust (not just bloodlust) dominates his body and thoughts more often than not

z (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

♡ typically corey is a deep and overthinker so he will likely stay awake for some time after with many different thoughts running through his mind

♡ if its been a hot summer's day and the auto shop has been especially busy then he'll find himself drifting to sleep much quicker afterwards than he normally would

♡ the same could be said after he's had a successful kill/s on that night

♡ he'll fall asleep faster then. sated and content, having fed both his sexual lust and bloodlust

hope this was satisfactory as i enjoyed writing it ❤

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