#corey cunningham

[kiasbarse]

i dont care if he killed people hes still my babygirl‼️💥💥💥‼️💥‼️💥💥‼️

[hugs-and-stabbies]

Here's one batch of kofi-sketches! ^^ ♥ Still have a bunch of others to get through ♥ :]

[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

The Slashers Asking you “What Would you Do if I Cheated on you?”

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: I loved writing this chapter. I hope that you guys can enjoy this as much as I liked imagining the little scenarios for it. I am working on the start for the "Asking them to rail you" chapters, so lookout for that soon!

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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[bosinclairsgff]

Pet names the slashers use

Warnings: none

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Amanda Young, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham, Brahms Heelshire, Mark Hoffman, Dollface

A/n I was running out of pet names I knew at the end sorry

- Bo will call you darlin, baby, babe or pretty girl. I could also calling you his little lamb. When he’s mad though, he’ll call you bitch or whore.

- Oh my gosh, Baby will call you just about anything. She mostly, however calls you sweetheart, sugar, honey, darling, pudding, cutie or love bug.

- Otis will address you as bitch anytime of the day. Even if he’s not mad at you, he could be HAPPY with you and be like “come hear bitch” and wouldn’t think twice. He will also call you mama, babygirl, bunny and missy.

- Amanda would call you something basic like baby, babe, MAYBE baby girl I’m not sure about that one though. She’s always calling you a pretty girl. I’m sure she’d occasionally throw in sweetie or sweetheart.

- Albert would of course call you dove, my love, sweetheart, honey, doll, baby. He’d only use degrading names when he’s angry.

- This man is a SIMP. Corey would call you baby, babe, my love, darling, baby girl, pretty girl and cutie!

- Mommy. He’d call you mommy, maybe mama. He’s a lil freak I fear.

- Mark isn’t a crazy romantic, he’d call you things like darling, babe, hot stuff and some other oddly specific name he comes up with.

- Dollface would call you sweet and cute names! Such as, baby, pumpkin, darling, kitty, bunny, love, sweetie, baby cakes and pretty girl.

[djorgcre]

this is my meal i call this ✨girl dinner✨

[acecroft]

ROHAN CAMPBELL as Corey Cunningham in Halloween Ends (2022)

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Slashers reacting to Reader eating a Peanut butter and pickle sandwich

Note: I've been having these recently, and I decided to write about how Slashers of my choosing reacting to the reader eating a Pb & P sandwich

Jason Voorhees, Michael myers (Og, RZ, and Peepaw), Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, The Sinclair Twins, Lester Sinclair, and Corey Cunningham

Jason Voorhees

What are you eating?

Is that Pickles on that Sandwich with Peanut butter??

Why did you put pickles on a perfectly good pb sandwich?

You offered him if he wanted to try your sandwich, which he politely declined the offer

The week passed, and you made another pb&p sandwich. Jason came up to you and asked if he could a little of it

Lifting up his mask and bit the corner of your sandwich

Now he understands why you like it

He takes his now half to the table to eat it

Michael Myers OG

Watching you making your sandwich, he wanted to hurl from the combination of Pickles and Peanut butter

His ass ate a dog, and he is grossed out of Peanut butter and Pickle sandwich

He's not a Fan of Pickles. The flavor is too gross for him. He will avoid the Pickle jar when he's raiding you fridge and would give you his Pickles slices off his burger so he can eat it

You make him a Pb&J from hearing him gagging from the living room

Definitely appreciated it

Michael myers RZ

He's a picky eater through and through

Would gag when smelling your sandwich you made

Why did you make that??

He would rather have peanut butter and pickles separately

Hell, he would eat peanut butter out the jar

He would make it just for you

Till he had a taste and he now gets it. Sweet peanut butter lessens the pickles vinegar taste

He would be munching on one while he's working

Peepaw Michael Myers

He just grimaced at seeing the combination of the site of Pickles and Peanut butter

What a strange combination of peanut butter and pickles

What's the appeal of the combination of peanut butter and pickles?

As long as you're happy making it, he's still going to grimace

When you're somewhere else, he took some peanut butter in a spoon and grabbed a pickle out of the jar, and tasted them together

He's definitely not a fan of Pickles, but he sees why the combination

But he's not making a sandwich anytime soon

Thomas Hewitt

OK, that's strange

He's not going to judge you

The boy eats people, and he's confused about Peanut butter and pickle sandwich

Luda Mae knows the appeal of it, sweetness of the peanut butter cuts through the vinegar taste of the pickles

Still not going to judge

Brahms Heelshire

Finds it weird

The brat is picky

Won't try it

He'll stick to PBJ instead

Bo Sinclair

Oh God, did Lester get you making those?

Oh, you made those before meeting him

He has seen his little brother make those when he comes by. He said it's really good, Bo thinks it's nasty

Lester has a sandwich buddy now

Bo's still grossed out by you two

Vincent Sinclair

Unlike his brother, Vincent isn't grossed out

He likes cheese and Jam sandwiches

May have tried your sandwich by accident when he was working on his drawing or painting

But he didn't stop eating it

Gave you half of his sandwich

Lester Sinclair

Oh my lord

You like PB&P sandwiches too?

He loves Peanut butter and Pickle sandwiches

He loves you more

He's a Garlic flavor type sweetheart

Like a bit of Louisiana hot sauce on his

Bo is grossed out by both of you now, Pb&P is nasty to him, Vincent is into his Cheese and jam

Corey Cunningham

He's more of a Banana and peanut butter type guy

He's definitely confused by your sandwich

Is that pickles on it?

Are they bread and butter pickles?

He'll have a little taste of it

OK, he see why you like it

He's putting a bit of a jam when he decides to make his own

[uncharted4bliss]

the world needs more premature ejaculation smuts please please i’m begging

[sisforslashers]

First Time With The Slashers

Synopsis - Your first time with the slashers.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 5.3k.

[Caffeinate Me]

BUBBA SAWYER didn’t really understand what sex was. His sex education had been extremely limited and all he knew was that sex equaled a baby. The man hadn’t even had an erection in his waking life, so when he saw you showering and felt his cock harden and twitch through his trousers, he was very confused. What he did know though, was that he needed to relieve the pressure. He stood still, watching you through the crack in the doorway as he began to palm himself through his trousers. He couldn’t help the soft little whines that escaped his lips and had alerted you to his presence. “Bubba? Is that you?” You asked. Your voice had always been so angelic to Bubba, he almost came straight away. You wrapped the towel around your dripping wet body and opened the bathroom door, coming face-to-face with the giant. “Bubba?” You asked again, catching his attention and looking at his current position: his palm was still over his crotch area as his face, that was not hidden by his mask, flared bright red. He might not know much about sex, but he had a feeling that what he was doing was wrong. He whined again as he continued to move his palm over his erection forcing you to smirk at him. “Do you need some help Bubba?” You asked softly, motioning down to his cock. He tilted his head at you, showing his confusion. You smiled to yourself and grabbed his freehand, dragging him to your small bedroom at the end of the corridor. Bubba allowed you to lead him as thoughts filled his head: what were you doing? Were you not mad at him for peeping on you? Why were you taking him to your room? You shut the door behind him and slowly removed your towel from your body, watching intently for Bubba’s reaction. His eyes widened as he saw your tits come into view, his erection growing harder if that was even possible. He continued to palm his bulge and the softest whimpers fell from his lips.

You stepped out of the towel that had pooled at your feet and walked slowly over to Bubba, stopping just a few inches away from him. You dropped to your knees almost immediately, looking up at Bubba through strands of wet hair as you unbuckled his belt slowly. Bubba shifted uncomfortably as you moved his hand away from his cock and pulled his pants and boxers down. You looked down at his length to see how huge and thick it was before looking back up at him to look for any signs that he didn’t want this. When you saw the anticipation in his eyes, you slowly wrapped your mouth around his length. Despite how big his cock was, you were able to wrap your lips around his entire shaft, nose buried deep within the curls at the base. You flicked your tongue around the tip and up the slit earning a shiver from Bubba above you. As you began to suck methodically, Bubba’s hands found their way into your hair and he slowly began to thrust his hips into your face. Choked moans were slipping from his lips as you continued your movements around his cock, a dull ache in your jaw as you continued to suck wildly. You could feel his balls tighten as you swirled your tongue around his tip again and began to move away, not wanting him to cum just yet. 

“Did you like that, Bubba?” You asked lowly. He nodded in response, biting his bottom lip eagerly as you took his hand once more and led him to the bed. You pushed him down onto the bed softly so he lay on his back, pants still around his ankles. Without any warning, you climbed on top of him slicking your folds against his large thigh as you did. A soft whimper escaped from your lips at the contact and you could feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the second. Your folds were practically glistening as you began to rub the swollen, red head of his cock against your slit. Bubba let out another loud moan, his body practically shaking with anticipation. You lined the head of his cock up against your entrance and slowly sunk down inch by delicious inch. Bubba’s hands immediately gripped your waist desperately, holding you steady as you descended onto his length. His hands didn’t stay there for long, however, as his large hands came up to cup your tits as you slowly began to bounce. His cock was hitting that place inside of you that lit your body up like a firework and you could feel the coil tightening in your stomach already. “Oh Bubba,” you moaned, throwing your head back. You moved your hips tantalisingly and Bubba couldn’t help but stare at the way your breasts bounced as you moved. He was drooling unapologetically, biting his bottom lip so hard you were worried he was going to draw blood. “You’re so big, you know that? So fucking big,” you whimpered. You wanted to do nothing more than praise him, to let him know that he was making you feel good. 

Bubba let out a grunt in response, his hips jolting up as you continued to move. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as you continued to praise him. Your hands that lay flat on his chest as you steadied yourself turned into fists in his shirt as you felt your release near. Hushed moans left your lips as you continued to bounce, eyes rolling back into your head. “Bubba! I’m cumming!” You cried out, legs beginning to shake as your orgasm washed over you. You squirted over Bubba, his eyes widening as the clear liquid gushed out of you and almost immediately - as he felt your walls tighten around his cock - he let out a wail, his hips stuttering as cum spurted out his tip deep inside of you. His grip on your tits tightened enough to leave finger-tip bruise marks in the coming hours, but you didn’t care as you continued to roll your hips drawing out every last bit of cum from his cock as you could. When you were sure his orgasm was over, you rolled off of Bubba and lay flat on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You knew that the family would have heard your antics and knew that tomorrow you would be in for a lecture from Luda Mae but you just wanted to savour the moment. You looked at Bubba and smiled softly, your eyes glistening with tears from the post-orgasm bliss. “Are you okay Bubba?” You asked. He looked at you and nodded in reply, continuing to stare at you. “We should do that again at some point, don’t you think?” Another nod. “I think you’re really sweet Bubba,” you said and with that, you closed your eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. Bubba watched you sleeping, his heart pounding in his chest as his mind replayed what just happened before he felt his own eyes getting heavy, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him. It wasn’t long before he fell to sleep, dreaming of nothing but your body underneath him, and boy would he surprise you in the morning.

MICHAEL MYERS wasn’t one for sex, or even masturbating, until he met you. He got hard sometimes, mainly after waking up, but never took care of it. It never really became a problem, until he met you. The morning after your first nightly stay over at the empty Myers home, you had woken up to feel Michael’s raging erection pressed firmly against your arse. He stirred as you woke up, thrusting his hips lightly against yours to gain some friction. You smiled to yourself as he continuously moved his hips, digging himself further into you. You decided to slowly turn around to face him. Michaels mask was still on despite him sleeping. You sunk down to his crotch and began to unbutton his overalls, being extra careful not to wake him up just yet. You pulled his cock out of his underwear and saw that he was already leaking pre-cum at the tip, causing you to lick your lips in excitement. You slowly lowered your mouth onto him, and with that Michael shot up. His hands made their way to your hair as he tried to drag you off of him, confusion lacing his face under his mask as he watched you take his length further into your mouth. You shook your head and pulled off of him for a second, “relax Michael, it’ll feel good, I promise.” Michael’s grip on your hair loosened as you popped your lips around his cock once more. He let out a groan as your tongue sweeped his tip and his grip on your hair tightened once more. You stayed like that for another minute, sucking on his cock before Michael moved you up to his mask by your hair. “Ow Michael,” you whimpered and attempted to grab the hands wrapped around your strands of hair. Michael let go and shifted his weight so he was on top of you now, pulling down your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop. His cock twitched at the sight of you spread out before him, ready to be taken. Michael had never thought he would end up in this situation, but it excited him nonetheless. He slicked his tip up against your sopping folds and shuddered at the feeling of your warmth before sinking himself into you. You let out a loud moan as he fully sheathed himself inside of you. Michael wasted no time and began his movements immediately, not giving you time to adjust to his length. His thrusts were sloppy and it was clear that this was his first time, not that you cared. His cock was stretching you so deliciously that you could barely think about anything but the dick that was currently inside your tight cunt. 

You could hear Michael’s shaky breaths from beneath his mask with each thrust and it only made you whimper even more. Your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist as he continued his brutal movements. One of his hands flew up to your neck, squeezing it lightly. He was being extremely careful not to hurt you in this moment, no matter how much he wanted too. He wanted to choke you until you were passed out, but he wanted to keep hearing the noises that fell from your lips. It was such a sweet symphony. “Michael,” you choked slightly, tears welling in the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure you were feeling. “Am so fucking close Michael, please,” you cried out. You dropped a hand from around his neck and began to circle your clit desperately, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as you played with your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was then that Michael’s grip around your throat tightened as your walls contracted around him and even though he was unsure of what was happening, he continued his relentless thrusts. Before you could even choke out that you were cumming, you came and hard around Michael’s cock. Your walls fluttered around him and you gushed harder than you ever had before. Michael looked down to see his overalls covered in your juices and tilted his head in confusion, but again, his movements didn’t falter. He was close to his own release and you knew it from how his cock was twitching inside of you. “It’s okay Michael, it’s okay,” you whispered to him, tears now falling from your eyes. He was beginning to overstimulate you now. His second hand flew to your throat so he was choking you with both hands now, barely keeping himself up as he thrusted inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you felt a second release nearing, whimpers shamelessly falling from your lips. “I’m going to cum again Michael, come with me, please!” You begged. 

Michael nodded slightly as his movements sped up, which you didn’t even think was possible. He was fucking you with everything he had now. Within a few more moments, the two of you were cumming together. Your vision spotted as Michael painted your insides with his seed, his hips stuttering and jolting as you felt him shoot his load deep inside of you. And then, his hands removed from your throat and he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. “Michael, you’re crushing me,” you chuckled, tapping his shoulder. Michael nodded and rolled off of you. You had no doubt he was sweating underneath his mask from your activities. You stood up and grabbed your underwear and shorts from the floor before turning to your lover. “You should shower Michael. I’ll make myself something to eat while you do.” Michael nodded and watched as you left the room and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some food. You smiled to yourself as you went about your day and Michael continued to think about the way your face contorted into one of pleasure as he fucked you. When he came home from his nightly killings, he would be sure to give you another good seeing too.

COREY CUNNINGHAM was depraved when it came to you. Out of everyone, Corey is the most knowledgeable about sex although he had never had it before. He was a frequent masturbator though. Stroking his cock every night to lewd thoughts of you; your voice, your face, your body. He would pump his cock to pictures you had posted on social media, admiring your eyes and lips whilst wondering how you would look underneath him, completely fucked out. So one day, when Corey’s family weren’t home, he wasted no time in texting you and ordering you to drop whatever it was you were doing to come and see him. Within fifteen minutes you were at his door, knocking politely. Almost immediately Corey was on top of you, pulling you into his home and pressing your back firmly against the door. His lips kissed yours passionately, hands roaming your body and grabbing at your tits. “Corey,” you whimpered. “Where has this come from?” You asked. 

“Sick of masturbating,” he groaned, pulling away from your lips to stare into your eyes. “Need to have you.” His voice held so much desperation that you didn’t even think about any of the consequences that came with having sex for the first time.

Corey’s hand dropped to yours and he dragged you up the stairs to his bedroom. Of course, you had been in his bedroom countless times. You would cuddle in his bed and watch television, you had even stayed over a handful of times (without his family’s knowledge). The second you stepped foot into his room, Corey had you pushed against the wall. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking at the soft flesh that separated him from your jugular vein. You let out a soft noise, one that was comparable to a whimper as his hands continued to roam your body. His need became your need, and soon you were pushing him off you to remove your shirt, throwing it across the room to find later. Corey’s eyes widened as he saw your bra-covered breasts and immediately began to grope them, pulling  your bra down in the process to pinch your nipples. He attached his lips to your neck once more, trailing down to your breasts. He was leaving love bites in his wake, ones that you knew would become purple and bruised. His lips wrapped around your right nipple as his hand played with your left, tweaking at your now puckered nipples. “Corey,” you whimpered, throwing your head back to rest against the door. 

He grinned against your breast before pulling away and looking up at you. His brown curly hair covered his eyes slightly but you could still see them and see the desire that burned in them. “Feel good baby?” He asked softly, tongue darting around your bud. You were unable to speak and just nodded in response, hands flying to his hair to push his face back against your tit. Corey chuckled and continued his assault on your nipple before turning his attention to the left one. When he was satisfied that your tits had had enough attention, he pulled you slowly to his bed, falling backwards and pulling you on top of him. You squealed softly and began to laugh before kissing him slowly. “I need you so badly,” he whispered, biting your bottom lip seductively. 

“I need you too,” you whispered breathlessly. 

Corey smiled and gripped your hips tightly as he stared into your eyes. “Do you want me?” He whispered softly. You nodded, but he shook his head and sighed. “I need to hear you say it.” 

“I want you, Corey,” you whispered softly, embarrassment evident in your voice. 

“Good girl,” he whispered back. He flipped you over so you were now underneath him, licking his lips as watched your expression change to one of surprise. He tugged your trousers down and grinned at your lace underwear. “Were you expecting this?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You didn’t reply, instead you just nodded shyly and watched as Corey kissed down your chest and to the start of your underwear. He stopped and looked up at you, looking for signs of hesitation. When he found none, he slowly pulled your panties down exposing your cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. You squirmed lightly underneath Corey’s gaze as his fingers trailed down your wet slit. You jumped at the sudden contact but before you could protest, he slipped a finger inside of your tight hole. You let out a gasp of surprise that quickly turned into a moan as his finger began to move inside of you slowly. He added a second finger quickly and watched as you bit your bottom lip to suppress your whimpers. “Let it out baby, no one can hear us.” You nodded and let out a loud moan as Corey curled his fingers inside of you. “Got to get you ready for me baby,” he whispered. You nodded in agreement and gripped the sheets as he continued to plough his fingers into you at a rapid pace. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Corey’s gaze lingered on your cunt, admiring how you sucked in his fingers. “God baby, your pussy is so greedy.” 

You whimpered in response, squirming lightly as his fingers continued to move inside of you. Your hips moved automatically, almost as if you were riding his fingers, desperate to get yourself off. You felt your orgasm coming close and you attempted to close your legs. “Corey, no. Stop. I’m going to cum!” 

“Cum for me baby,” he growled, speeding his fingers movements up. You nodded and immediately came over his fingers with a shameless moan. Corey’s eyes seemingly sparkled as he watched you, biting his bottom lip as he felt your cunt clench around his two fingers. When you had finished cumming, Corey pulled out his fingers with a pop and licked them seductively whilst maintaining eye contact. You screwed your eyes shut tight to avoid any further embarrassment, but Corey grasped your chin forcing you to open your eyes open. “Look at me, princess.” 

You nodded and looked directly into Corey’s eyes as he shimmied his pants and underwear down. His cock was huge and his tip was bright red, it looked hot to the touch. “Let me repay the favour,” you whispered softly, looking down at his crotch area. 

Corey shook his head. “No princess. Perhaps another time, right now I want to be inside of you.” 

You nodded in response and lay back on the bed, waiting for Corey to make his next move. He climbed on top of you and smiled down at you, slicking his cock up between your folds as he lubricated himself with your juices. You were about to whine in response when suddenly he shoved himself inside of you without warning. You let out a screech as he penetrated your walls, now balls deep inside of you. “Give me a second Corey,” you whimpered out, nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to his length. He nodded in response and gave you a few seconds before moving slowly. At first, his pace was methodical and slow, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you clenching around him. Corey’s mouth hung open as he began to fuck you harder and faster, a bit of drool collecting at the side of his mouth. Your pussy felt so good around him, he couldn’t help himself. You were a whining mess as he continued his movements, desperate to feel more of him. “Faster please,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip. Corey nodded and complied, his pace becoming rougher and less calculated. The moans tumbled past your lips, and your legs wrapped around his waist, angling himself deeper into you and hitting just the right spot. “Oh God. I’m cumming again,” you cried out, legs shaking violently as you came over his cock. 

“Good girl,” Corey whispered into your ear, his face dipping to your neck and peppering it with soft, feather-like kisses. “Gonna cum too baby. Where do you want it?” 

“Inside, please!” You begged shamelessly. 

Corey nodded slightly and without any hesitation or thoughts about the consequences, he came inside of you with jagged thrusts. You whimpered as you felt him shoot inside of you and relaxed when he had finished. “That was incredible,” Corey whispered to you, pulling out of you and pressing a soft kiss on your temple. “Better than anything I’ve imagined.” 

You smiled softly at him and nodded, “I agree.” 

“Do you want to stay the night? My family won’t be back until the evening tomorrow,” Corey asked sheepishly, almost as if he hadn’t just fucked the life out of you. You nodded and chuckled at his nervousness, easing him slightly. His eyes turned slightly dark as you nodded and he whispered in your ear “you’re in for a long night.” You gulped and blushed at his words, realising what he meant. He’d be having you screaming his name again and again if he had anything to say about it.

JASON VOORHEES knew nothing about sex other than it was bad, or so, that’s what his mother had taught him. Jason had never experienced an erection or thought about anything sexual in all his life, so when he met you his life was turned upside down. For a few months, you respected his boundaries of no sex. You masturbated to yourself when he was out of the cabin, thinking of all the things you would do to him if he’d just let you. Then, as time moved on, you got more and more daring. You would masturbate in the bathroom or your shared bedroom when he was home, just hoping he’d hear you and sort you out. Alas, it never came. Instead you were barely reaching an orgasm due to your fingers being unable to reach that special place and left confused as to why Jason didn’t want you until one day you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You puffed up your chest and walked into the kitchen where Jason was standing, sharpening his machete. “Why don’t you want me Jason?” You asked loudly, almost confidently. Jason’s head flew in your direction and he cocked it to the side as if asking you what you meant. You wiped some tears away from your eyes. Seeing you so emotion definitely did something to Jason as he dropped his machete straight to the floor and rushed over to you, holding you in his arms tightly. 

What do you mean? What’s wrong? He signed. 

“Why won’t you have sex with me? It’s been months and nothing. You won’t even touch me,” you whispered, looking down at the floor. Jason tilted his head further to the side, his heart clenching in his chest. Truth be told, he hadn’t even thought about how he would initiate a further intimate relationship with you. This was all new to him. You sighed and slumped against his chest, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. “Am I not sexy enough for you? Is that it?” You asked. You knew in your heart that that wasn’t the reason, but you still had to ask. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pressure you and I don’t mean too… I just, I want to know why.” Jason looked at you through his hockey mask. He admired your current saddened facial expression and lifted a giant hand up to your face, using his thumb to wipe your tears before signing back to you. 

I have never thought about sex. I am unsure how to initiate such a situation regardless of whether I want it or not. 

You felt your heart tighten. Was he really as clueless as you thought he was when it came to making love? It appeared so. You smiled at him softly, ignoring the remaining tears that stained your cheeks. “If you want to try it, it would make my day,” you whispered softly. 

You really want to have sex? With me? He signed. You only nodded in response, grabbing his hand and leading him to your shared bedroom inside the cabin. Jason followed apprehensively and watched you intensely as you shut the door behind him. You closed the open windows of your bedroom so passers-by wouldn’t hear you before slowly stripping off. Jason was about to sign something to you when his eyes suddenly trailed down to your breasts, almost popping out of his skull. Sure he had seen breasts before, but none of them stirred a feeling inside of him like what he was feeling now. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers as your hand grazed your tits, pulling at your perky nipples. You bit your bottom lip as you watched Jason’s reaction, his body stiffening as his eyes remained focused. 

“Do you like what you see Jason?” You whispered seductively, hands trailing down your body and resting between your legs. Jason nodded as your finger circled your clit slowly, eyes never leaving his form. You let out a soft whimper as the first jolt of electricity shot up your body. “Do you want me baby?” You whispered, fingers working expertly on your bundle of nerves. Jason hesitated but eventually nodded. You walked up to him, still circling your clit and placed your free hand on his chest. Jason gulped and placed his hand on top of yours as his eyes narrowed to between your legs. You smiled gently at him and moved your hand from your clit to his, guiding him to your folds slowly. Jason was still apprehensive as his fingers touched your heat, skimming across your slit. He winced as you guided him to your clit but began to move his fingers in slow motions around your bud. You let out a whimper, one that Jason had never heard come from anybody’s lips. It did something to him. Something awoke in him so primal, he never even expected it. Jason pushed you flat against the door, his eyes boring into your own. “Jason!” You called out in surprise. He, once again, tilted his head to the side and smiled to himself slightly underneath the hockey mask. You grinned as he plunged a meaty finger deep into your core, slowly moving it in and out and blissfully watching your reactions. You squirmed lightly in pleasure as Jason’s finger sped up its pace, hand bumping against you as he did. You called out his name again, silently begging for an extra finger to be added. As if able to read your mind, Jason inserted a second finger stretching you. You could see the outline of his cock through his pants and it was huge. You had the cliche thought of if it would even fit inside your tight tiny hole. Sensing your uncertainty, Jason used his free hand to cup your chin, forcing you to look into the eye holes of his mask. You bit your bottom lip and moaned as he withdrew his fingers from your cunt and manhandled you to the bed, effortlessly throwing you onto it. 

You looked up at him in surprise and watched as he unbuckled his belt quickly, almost as if he was eager to take you. You smiled at him as he pulled his cock out of his underwear. “Jason,” you gasped, mouth watering. “You’re so big Jason.” Jason seemed proud of himself as he grabbed your hand and guided you to his cock. You wrapped your hand around him and began to fist him slowly. He let out a soft little noise and looked down to watch you jerk him off. Biting your bottom lip again, you quickened your pace watching the giant fall apart above you. When you pulled away, Jason whined. “Don’t want you cumming just yet baby,” you whispered softly to him. 

He shrugged and positioned himself on top of you, lining his cock up with your entrance. Without warning, he slowly inched himself in and watched as your face contorted with pleasure at the sudden stretch. Not even his large fingers could prepare you for his cock. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he began his movements, slow and careful. You could tell he was concentrating on his movements from the way his mask furrowed. Jason’s hands were on either side of your head as he propped himself up, thrusting into you slowly. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as the force of his thrusts had you bouncing away from him. “Oh God Jason,” you whimpered. You scrunched your eyes shut as you let yourself succumb to the bliss you were feeling. Jason let out a grunt as his hips snapped against yours, his pace quickening with his newfound confidence. Your reactions were sending a jolt through his body and the feeling of your walls around his cock was too much. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was going to cum soon, but you wanted to cum too. You dropped a hand to your clit and desperately began to circle. It wasn’t long before you felt the coil in your stomach tighten… You were going to cum. You continued your movements as Jason continued to smash into you at an unruly pace and suddenly your legs began to shake. “Jason. I’m cumming!” You cried out. Without another word you gushed over his stomach and thighs, Jason’s eyes widened as he watched the fluid drip from you. The sight of your orgasm and the fluttering of your cunt around him sent Jason into a frenzy and before he even knew what was happening, he was cumming himself, shooting his thick load into your womb. He collapsed on top of you, squishing you slightly until you tapped his shoulder alerting him that you were finding it difficult to breathe. Almost immediately he rolled off of you, laying on his side as he watched his cum leak out of you. You were breathing heavily, catching your breath as your vision came back. Following Jason’s gaze between your legs, you chuckled. “You filled me up really good baby,” you cooed, playing with his shoulder. He seemed proud of himself as he puffed out his chest. “I’m going to go for a nap,” you whispered softly. Jason nodded in response, watching as you closed your eyes. Soon enough, you nodded off and Jason was left alone with his thoughts. He felt dirty, but he wanted to do it again. He felt his cock hardening once more as you turned away from him, your ass clearly visible to him. He wondered if you could go again. Should he wake you up or wait? Either way, you were going to get his cock when you woke up. 

[causeimhappinesss]

His baby mama, part 1 (Corey Cunningham x reader)

Plot: Corey Cunningham gets his girlfriend pregnant. But since he's too scared of his mom, he doesn't tell her and doesn't fully take his responsibilities. Because of this, the reader breaks up with him, but… Did he really forget about her?

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x reader

Warning: stalking bitch (Corey), pregnancy(?)

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :) + it’s gonna be a short story, so don’t seek a full development as you would in a novel + read my author's notes at the end

PART 2

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“Are you sure? Maybe it’s a mistake, maybe the test isn’t working…”

“Corey, I took a blood test. I’m pregnant.”

Your boyfriend’s face decomposes before your eyes. Corey stands there, his shoulders hunched under the yellowish light of the bedside lamp. Fear and indecision disfigure his usually more serene face.

“It’s too soon for us to be parents,” he replies, his trembling voice betraying his dismay. “We’ve only been together a year, and my mother… If she finds out about this, she’ll kill me.”

You watch him, your throat tight and your heart beating wildly.

“I didn’t choose this, Corey. I’m under birth control, I’m taking all my pills, you know that. But now it’s done. Maybe… Maybe it was meant to be.”

Your hands instinctively rest on your belly, a natural protection against the uncertainty of the moment. You’ve just found out about your two-month pregnancy, only the day before. Why weren’t you worried before you missed your periods? For the simple reason that you’ve never had a regular cycle, due to the stress you’ve been under all your life.

He swallows loudly and drifts his eyes elsewhere to avoid your gaze. Obviously.

“What if… What if we thought about abortion? The money I earn will go to my engineering program…” he murmurs, almost ashamed. Yet you know very well I might not be accepted in any university, given his criminal record, even if it was an accident.

The room seems to shrink around you, the walls lined with old floral wallpaper absorbing every word like a secret to be buried. Actually, this conversation was draining all your energy and you felt like it was burying you alive.

“What about the accident with Jeremy? You think that’s just going to vanish from my life? This town… They hate me. And with a baby, they’ll target you when our relationship will be exposed.”

As his voice breaks, he remains unable to finish his sentence.

The air between you becomes electric, charged with unspoken words. Your fists clench to hold back the trembling of your hands, as do your jaws. Tears burn your eyes and fog your vision. Your heart beats painfully. His words feel like a stab in the chest.

“Then go away!”

The words spurt out, sharp and irrevocable. You breathe hard, your lungs struggling against the dense air of the room. He frowns, his eyes on you, in which a glimmer of distress gleams.

“If you can’t handle it, get out! Get out!” you insist in a sharp tone.

His eyes cloud over with tears and sparkle with pain, as if he’s looking for something on your face… Perhaps a retraction on your part? A final confirmation for him to leave without looking back? He seems to be looking for something in your face, a reason to stay or perhaps permission to leave. But he finds nothing, just a reflection of his own distress.

Corey takes one step, then another, moving slowly toward the door. Each movement is heavy, as if he’s carrying the full weight of his choices and fears on his shoulders. He places his hand on the handle, his white knuckles betraying the strength of his grip.

“I…” he begins, but his voice is lost in an inaudible whisper.

With one last look, a mixture of apology and regret, he opens the door. The creak of the hinges seems to underline the finality of the moment. You stand still, staring at the empty space he’s left behind. The door slams behind Corey, a dry, final sound, bringing in the smell of impending rain this October 2021.

If only he could stand up to his crazy mother Joan. If only he could gain confidence in himself! If only he could understand that he was betraying you! After all, right from the start, you’d always opened the door of your house to him so he wouldn’t have to go back to his mother and hear her screaming, belittling him, even slapping him at times. You were the only woman in all of Haddonfield who agreed to give him a chance after the accident, even though you knew about the child’s death. You never judged him. You gave him all the love he needed, building a relationship of trust and pure love. True love.

Yet he’s just proved to you that he’s not worthy. Like father, like son, after all, since his father abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with him.

And as long as he doesn’t rebel and become a real man, no longer a scared teenager, he won’t move on with his life, you were certain. You, however, couldn’t stay stuck at this dead end.

Alone in the silence that followed, you closed your eyes, finally allowing your suppressed emotions to rise to the surface. Silent tears roll down your cheeks, each a promise of struggle and resilience. You breathe deeply, smelling the familiar scent of your great aunt’s house, mingled with the fresher scent of the rain to come. Here, in this house that is now yours, you will find the strength to face what lies ahead. Alone, but free.

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In the weeks that follow, Corey tries to get back to you with numerous messages and calls, which you reject every time, but also by coming to your house. You never open the door for him. And as soon as you spot him in the town, in the stores, you make sure you avoid him. Better still, you’ve changed garage for your car repairs. In any case, none of his messages or voicemails indicate that he will assume his paternity, oh no. He wants you to understand his point of view. Like a little boy, he’s terrified. He doesn’t want you to stay mad.

As the months go by, his texts become rarer and rarer, until you don’t receive them anymore. From time to time, however, you find a wad of $100 bills in your mailbox, in an envelope signed “C.C.”.

You face your pregnancy and the birth of your child alone, without a father. Yet your few friends are there for you, and when your parents can, they visit you in Haddonfield. When the baby is born, you hesitate, but decide to leave an envelope with the baby’s photo and her name in your mailbox, knowing full well that Corey will pick it up. Did you do this to make him take responsibility? Out of simple kindness so he knows your daughter’s name and what she looks like as a newborn? Perhaps.

Again, the months go by and your daughter is only a few months old. Thanks to a friend, you learn that Corey has found love again in the arms of... Allyson, Laurie Strode’s granddaughter. The news hurts and stabs you in the heart. Deep down, maybe you were hoping he’d come back and finally become a real dad, not just a biological father. Especially since the older your daughter gets, the more she looks like him, with her natural kind of pout, her silky brown curls with golden highlights. Sometimes, she even seems to have her father’s eyes.

What you don’t know is that Corey never completely abandoned you.

He spied on you.

Over and over again.

You became his obsession, despite your many rejections during your pregnancy.

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The room is plunged into darkness, subdued by half-closed shutters. Only a trickle of light from the street sneaks in through the slits. You gently cradle your daughter, her cries gradually subsiding under the effect of your comforting caresses. Her steady, soothing breath calms you, as you lay her gently in bed. An exhausted sigh escapes your lips, then you let yourself fall onto your own bed, letting fatigue fall on you like a leaden screed. Your heavy eyelids barely lift to glance at the clock, which is blinking mercilessly: 3:30 a.m. How long has it been since you’ve had a decent night’s sleep? You don’t even remember, but the dark circles under your eyes testify to the many nights of sleep cut short and the incessant preoccupations flooding into your brain. Being a single mom was hard as hell.

As you drift off to sleep, reality suddenly catches up with you. You jerk open your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest like a panicked drum. A man stands over the cradle, frozen in the half-light like a shadow, a sleep paralysis demon. He wears blood-stained overalls, his face hidden behind a white mask devoid of human expression…

Michael Myers.

Your eyes widen. Your breath freezes in your throat. A shiver of fear runs down your spine. You panic, but you force yourself to remain calm so as not to wake your sleeping daughter a few yards away. Without taking time to think, you try to throw yourself on top of your daughter, whom you try to press to your chest. Faster than you, the man pushes you away and presses his body against yours, still on the bed. His hands slip around your neck, ready to strangle you… One of the serial killer’s habits, as everyone knows, when he’s not stabbing his victims with a kitchen knife.

You try to scream, to fight against his relentless grip. Your throat tightens, unable to produce the slightest sound. Panic takes hold of you, a burning sensation that consumes every part of your being. Gradually, your strength leaves you. Suddenly, a wave of familiarity washes over you, a fragrance that takes you back to distant memories, forgotten moments of happiness. The sweetness of this reminiscence is swept away by the implacable terror of the present situation.

You try to gather your thoughts, to find a way to free yourself from the grip of this stranger who holds you prisoner in your own bed. Before you can articulate a single word, a brutal shock hits the back of your skull, a blinding explosion of pain that overwhelms you and engulfs you in darkness. Then, it’s pitch black.

“We are finally reunited…” whispers the husky male voice.

[Author’s notes]

Should I write another part? If yes, what do you want to happen next?

Sorry if it’s not developed enough. I would totally do it if I was writing one of my novels… But this story is mainly to satisfy myself lol

My Ko-fi: betrayedwriter

My AO3: BetrayedWriter

My Instagram: carolinemertz_

Want to read my novel if you know some french? Find them in my bio 😉

[toxicanonymity]

late night company

800 words, Corey Cunningham x f!Reader

WARNINGS: I8+ mdni. unsafe p in v sex, creampie, CNC (consensual non-con), somnophilia, consent pre-established to have his way with you and contraceptive pre-established. See also: Corey CNC, Scrapyard, master list

Lately, Corey is being careful because Joan is losing it.  He keeps having to go home early after work, and you barely get any alone time. You have to come to the scrapyard to see him. He thinks this will just be temporary, but it’s driving him crazy. He might try not to show it, but it is. The last straw is when he doesn't get to see you on your birthday because when you go by the scrapyard he’s out on a tow job. He gets to spend such little time with you that for weeks there hasn’t been an opportunity to take you forcefully the way you want. 

Well tonight, he’s gonna give it to you, come what may from Joan if he gets caught.  He waits until the middle of the night, hours after Joan has gone to sleep.  He puts on jeans and a white t-shirt and sneaks out the back door. He walks over an hour to your apartment, and by the time he gets there, he’s sweaty. He catches his breath for a moment outside your door. He’s going to give you something really special. 

For the first time, he uses the key you gave him to your apartment.  He takes his shoes off before coming inside. Then he creeps into the bedroom where you’re sleeping like an angel on your stomach with just a light sheet covering you. You’re so patient with him. He doesn’t know why you put up with the way things are with him. In his mid twenties and his mom still has such a grip on him.  

It’s a warm night and the ceiling fan is on a high enough speed that it’s fluffing his curls.  He takes off his jeans and kneels by the side of your bed.  He slowly pulls down the sheet and you don’t wake up.  You’re wearing a silk nightgown with no underwear.  It’s ridden up, and your leg is hiked up, so he can see a peek of his warm, juicy prize

He gets hard watching you sleep. He takes off his briefs, realizing he should’ve brought lube. He gathers saliva in his mouth, lets it drop onto his fingers, then smears it on the tip of his fat dick and slowly strokes himself. He does this a couple more times, heart racing. Then he gets on the bed, slow and careful, straddling one of your legs.  He spits on his fingers and reaches down to find your clit.  You moan in your sleep, making his cock twitch.  He nudges your thighs apart and moves from straddling one leg to being in between them, his chest nearly resting against your back, bracing himself with one forearm.  He notches the fat head of his cock at your entrance and you begin to stir. 

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You wake up when a massive hand covers your mouth.  You whimper in confusion, and he whispers, “Shhhh.”  Then his deep, gruff voice chides darkly, “Think I’d forget?” As you wake up, you recognize the smell of Corey’s cologne and sweat and feel the fullness of the tip of his cock nudging your entrance. His chest is against your back.  

“Corey,” his hand muffles your whimper. 

“Shhhh,” he repeats, then takes his hand away. Then he shoves his cock into you with a groan. 

You gasp, and he stays inside while you adjust, your body rapidly lubricating you. “Yeah,” he says all deep and gravelly as he retreats, then he slams into you and bottoms out with a moan. 

It’s been so long, you nearly forgot what it felt like having him take you. He feels so snug inside you. His hips settle into a moderate pace.  He breathes loudly and grunts as he buries himself inside you.  “Thought about—ugh–thought about this all day,” he rumbles.  You begin to push up to get in all fours and he forces you back down with his hand on your back. “Nah,” he says. “I got this.”  His thrusts become more powerful and you whimper, feeling tension swell deep inside you.  “Nnng,” he grunts and begins to rails into you at a punishing pace. You can only imagine how hot he looks, big thighs flexing, hair bouncing, probably biting his lip. 

“Fuck, ohh, fuck,” he sighs. “Ugghh, take it.” 

You moan on the cusp of your climax and he lowers his head. His plush lips brush the shell of your ear as he warns in a gravelly murmur, “You betta come right fuckin’ now baby.” 

His voice is enough to put you over the edge.  “Corey,” you  moan as the pleasure seizes you.  You moan unrestrained as wave after wave grips you.  You sigh “ohhh, Corey,” unrestrained. 

“Ah, fuck,” he sighs, then slams to the hilt and erupts with a groan. He slowly thrusts once more, “Mmmm,” as his release fills you, extending your waning orgasm. He moans as he finishes. 

Then collapses onto you.  He kisses your neck and whispers, “happy birthday, baby.” 

He settles in with you and kisses you, falling asleep with you.

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Thank you for reading! 

Corey tag list: @wolvesandvampires @ethanhoewke, @slutforstabbings @rebelliousstories

[coryosbaby]

Cw: nsfw & dark themes !

Corey’s hands curling up into your hair as his cock coats your lips in his slick. Corey’s eyes looking down at you, empty and not so much like Corey anymore. Corey’s abdomen clenching in tight pleasure as you swallow him down whole, a groan escaping his plump lips and his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans. Minutes may have passed since he dragged you down into these sewers…maybe even hours. Seeing you whining like a desperate cock sleeve and with ropes wrapped around your frail wrists makes it hard to keep track of time, really, and— fuck, were you crying?

You were— sweet salty tears dripping down that soft little face, doe eyes looking up at him with so much longing that it made something twinge in Corey’s chest. Maybe he was really losing it this time.

“Ohhh, honey. Don’t cry…” his thumb wipes at a stray tear, brings itself up to his mouth so he can suck it off his finger and drink every ounce of your essence. “Corey’s got you, pretty baby. I’m right here. Cmon now, suck that cock s’more, I know you can…”

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[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

Slashers Send you a Dirty Text

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: Today has been relatively boring, so I spent some time writing a few of these chapters and it’s been a lot of fun. So here’s another part for you all to read. I hope you enjoy it!

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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[bosinclairsgff]

What the slashers smell like pt. 2

Includes: Corey Cunningham, Brahms Heelshire, Herbert West, Dollface, Nubbins Sawyer, Patrick Bateman, Lester Sinclair, Jason Voorhees

Warnings: Again, I’m being BRUTALLY honest

- Corey showers regularly, so he never really stinks. He smells like Irish springs. Corey also knows how to have good hygiene and properly wash himself. He’s a clean young lad.

- He stinks. Brahms smells like sweat, peanut butter and mold. He spends all his time in the walls guys, I don’t know about you but I didn’t see a shower or bathtub back there with him. He doesn’t kill on the regular so I doubt he smells like blood most of the time.

- Herbert showers a lot. Usually after an experiment or a long day at work he’ll take a shower. He smells like a citric and musk scented shampoo. And uses a similar cologne. Herbert is not stinky.

- Okay Dollface either smells really good or really bad. When she’s living her normal day to day life she smells like cinnamon or a type of spice. When she’s out being utterly insane she reeks of blood and other human liquids.

- Dude smells like straight up road kill. Duh like what did you expect. Nubbins doesn’t brush his teeth either so his breath could literally put you in a coma. I bet he hardly changes his clothes either. So he’s one stinky little guy.

- He smells amazing all the time. Patrick would rather die than smell bad or off putting. He smells like hermes cologne or some other expensive brand.

- My man smells like dead animals all the time. Always smells like rotting flesh and death. He doesn’t shower a lot either OR brush his teeth. Also I know his finger nails are nasty as shit.

- He smells like asshole. Dude smells like dirt, swamp water and rotten fish. I cannot understand how people are attracted to this man. With love.

[luna-charlie]

Slashers : *literally a blood thirst killer

Us: I think you need a hug + kisses

Slashers:*confused slasher noise*

[acecroft]

ROHAN CAMPBELL as Corey Cunningham in Halloween Ends (2022)