#halloween ends corey cunningham x reader

[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

Older Brothers Best Friend 

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x f!reader 

Prompt/summary: You’d known him nearly your entire life, and at least half of the time you’d had a crush on him. Now that the two of you are older, the jokes started to get flirty between you when you were alone. When your parents are gone and your brother is asleep on the sofa, it’s the perfect opportunity to talk to Corey who’s also awake in the middle of the night. But when things go from lighthearted jokes to something more, how will the night end? 

Word count: 6.5K

Warnings/contents: Strong language, light fluff, smut: clit stimulation, fingering, oral, light nipple stimulation. 

Notes: I know a few of you have been waiting very patiently for this chapter and I hope that it meets your expectations! I started this off a completely different direction, but the inspiration wasn’t flowing until I thought about this story and it all seemed to just piece together. It was enjoyable to write, Corey needs more attention 😭

I proofread this, but it's also really long and I'm dyslexic, so... here's to hoping it's all right. I know I had to correct a couple small things.

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With a yawn, you rolled over in your bed and stretched your legs. You’d been curled up for the past few hours in the same position. Your shoulder ached from how you had been laying. With a soft grunt, you checked your phone and winced at the bright screen. It was 2 o’clock in the morning. By accident, you had fallen asleep around 7 o’clock this evening. Your stomach growled since you hadn’t eaten dinner. 

Deciding to get up and get a snack, you forced yourself from the warmth of your blankets and yawned quietly. You could hear the faint sound of the television on downstairs. Your parents were gone for the night, so of course your brother had invited Corey over and the two of them were watching stupid movies in the living room. 

You were quick to slip your socks and sweatpants on in an attempt to stay warm, but you shivered when you left your room. The rest of the house was rather cold, but the heater in your room kept you nice and toasty. Your brother always complained that it was too hot in there which meant for the winter months, he often didn’t come pester you. 

As quietly as you could, you crept down the stairs. You peeked into the living room and saw your brother passed out on the sofa, but Corey wasn’t there. Shrugging it off, you headed for the kitchen. You had known Corey since you were 5 years old, you didn’t think it mattered if you ran into him in the kitchen in the middle of the night. 

Sure enough, the man was in the kitchen getting something from the fridge. He heard you walk in and sent you a small smile. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, then he showed you the snack he had in his hand. “I brought it.” 

“Honestly, Corey, I don’t really give a shit if you eat our food.” He gave a soft laugh and stepped out of your way. “But no, I can’t sleep. I fell asleep super early. What about you, why are you awake?” 

“Your brother snores like the devil, how could anybody sleep near him?” You laughed this time and raided the refrigerator, though you were quickly reminded that you lacked a bra. “So, how have you been?” He asked, leaning against the counter across from you. “How’s school? How’s your boyfriend?” 

“School is fine. I’m excited to be done, honestly. As soon as this year is over I graduate. But that’s also kind of scary, honestly.” You sighed and shut the fridge with nothing in your hand. “And my boyfriend? He’s a cheating piece of shit.” 

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I’d rather know now that he and my friend were secretly fucking the whole time than marry him and have to find out then.” You turned, crossing your arms over your chest beforehand, and looked at him. You sent him a small smile. “So, what about you? Any pretty girls you’re talking to?” 

“I’m talking to one now.” You laughed. 

“I meant in general, dingbat.” He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head as he looked down. 

“Not really, I’m not exactly the most popular guy in town.” You were quiet. “You, your brother and my parents are pretty much the only people I ever talk to.” 

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “Well, you know you’re always welcome around here. Even if my brother isn’t around, I like hanging out with you, too.” He sent you another small smile. 

“Well, I like hanging out with you, too. I appreciate it, really.” 

“Do you ever get lonely?” You asked, slowly walking beside the man and leaning against the counter beside him. “I’m sure it really… sucks.” 

“It’s hard to get too lonely. Your brother texts me a lot. I know that… not everybody hates me, but…” He stopped talking and looked down again. You decided to drop the conversation. 

“Well, I was supposed to go to this concert with my friend you know, but she’s a two-faced, backstabbing road-whore who blew my boyfriend in a Wendy’s bathroom at 2 in the morning, so… maybe you wanna go with me?” 

“Road whore, really?” He chuckled. “Sorry.” 

“No, it’s funny.” You shrugged. “Like I said, I’m just glad I found out now.” 

“Why don’t you ask your brother to go with you?” 

“Maybe… I wanted to go with you.” He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Why would you want to do that?” 

“Because, I like you.” Gently, you bumped your shoulder into his arm and made him smile. “I know you were always kind of my brothers friend, but I feel like since we’re so close in age we started to kind of become friends, too.” Your cheeks flushed quickly. "Unless I was wrong—“ 

“God, no,” he was quick to cut you off, “You aren’t wrong. We’re friends, too.” Relief flushed over your whole body. “It just… isn’t great publicity to be hanging around me so much.” 

“Who fucking cares what those simple-minded dickwads think about you anyways, Corey.” You scoffed, shocking the man. “You’re a hot guy who rides a motorcycle now.” 

“I appreciate you a lot, and I really don’t want to sound like a dick, but you couldn’t ever understand what it’s like for an entire town to look at you like they wish you never came home.” His tone was soft, so was his sigh. “I think it would have been easier on everybody if somebody killed me in prison.” 

“It wouldn’t have been easy on my brother. Or me.” You added quietly. “My parents like you, they always have. One day things won’t suck so bad. You’ll be away from here eventually.” 

“And what, leave you?” He joked. “You look cold.” He was simply changing the subject, but you worried he had seen your hardened nipples when you moved. You quickly tightened your arms across yourself. 

“A little bit.” 

“Why didn’t you get a blanket?” 

“I didn’t think anybody would be awake and it would be a quick trip.” You moved away from him and rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing a sleeve of crackers and getting a drink from the fridge. “You think you’re gonna be up for awhile?” Corey watched you until you turned around. 

“Probably. I was thinking I’d go to your brothers room. It’s at least quieter in there.” You gave a soft laugh and shut the fridge. 

“If you’re going upstairs anyways, could you possibly carry this for me?” You grabbed a second snack from the cabinet and gestured to your drink. Not only did you want to continue talking to the man, but you weren’t sure what you wanted to eat and both of the things you chose sounded good. 

“Sure.” He grabbed the drink and followed you, creeping quietly past your brother. Nothing had ever happened between the two of you, nor did your brother ever know about Corey’s crush on you or your mutual shared feelings for him (or the joking flirting that the two of you frequently engaged in), but Corey had always worried that your brother might not like the two of you spending so much time alone together. Especially not in your room. 

The two of you made it to the top of the stairs, then to your room where it was warm. Corey gave a soft sigh as he set your drink down on the nightstand. 

“God, it’s warm in here.” You giggled and nodded. 

“I get cold.” 

“I guess you do,” he teased as you rolled your eyes with a small grin on your face. “Do you need anything else?” 

“No, I’m good.” You smiled at him. “You know, if you want, you can stay. I was gonna watch a movie. If the heat doesn’t kill you.” Corey gave a soft laugh and looked at your bed almost hesitantly. “I don’t bite.” 

“I’m sure you don’t.” 

“What, do you?” You teased the man who’s face was quick to flush. 

“No.” He said with a slight laugh, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. Your cheeks were quick to warm now as a short moment of silence washed over the two of you. 

“Uh, well… I’m gonna watch something, so… feel free to stay if you want.” 

“And sit… here?” He asked, looking back to your bed. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Would… would he get upset?” 

“Well… I don’t think so?” You frowned. “You can always just shut the door if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“That feels… sneaky.” 

“What, you’ve never been sneaky before?” 

“Not with you.” You hesitated for a second. 

“Well it’s not like you want to be sneaky with me, so it shouldn’t matter, right?” Corey stared at you for a second. “What?” He shook his head and turned to shut the door. 

“Nothing.” 

“Well then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” 

“Yeah, yeah— no, I mean no, it shouldn’t be… a problem.” You raised an eyebrow at the man. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“No.” 

“How come?” 

“I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You patted the spot on the bed next to you. 

“You could tell me.” 

“I’ve never… been alone with you in a room with the door closed.” Instead of sitting with you, Corey anxiously shifted his weight to his other leg. 

“Okay…?” 

“I mean… call me crazy but there’s something… here, isn’t there?” You frowned. 

“In my room?” 

“No—“ he huffed, “I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong.” 

“Well, wait— explain it to me a little bit.” 

“Are we not always flirting with each other?” He seemed to blurt out. “Am I making it up?” You sighed and looked down. “Goddammit, now I made things weird.” He rubbed his eyes and gave a defeated sigh as his shoulders slumped. “Look, I’m sorry— I misread the situation. I’m just gonna go back to your brothers room.” 

“No, hey— wait.” You stood up and walked towards the man, but you stopped a few feet away from him. “Okay— yes, you’re right. We are sort of always flirting with each other, but I didn’t… I’m not great at this whole… thing.” 

“What thing?” 

“My boyfriend cheated on me because I don’t know how to do the whole emotions thing and she did.” 

“No, he cheated on you because he was a sneaky piece of shit.” 

“Okay, that too,” you agreed, “But… you get my point.” He nodded softly. “I wouldn’t have ever known how to just tell you that I thought you were attractive.” He was quiet for a second before he spoke again. 

“Well, you just did.” Your face was hot as you avoided eye contact with him. “I guess I’m not exactly one to talk.”

“We’re kind of a mess here, huh?” You laughed. 

“I guess we are.” 

“I didn’t mean anything weird by this, you know.” You added. “Bringing you in here. I didn’t want to… make you think anything like that. I think you’re cute but I really do like you, Corey. I know that… after everything happened you kinda pulled away, but I’ve never thought anything less of you.” 

“I know. But I still think maybe you should.” 

“That’s dumb. I’ve known you since I was 5. I think if anybody has good reason to trust you, it’s both my brother and I.” 

“Do you ever think that something like this would make you out to be a bad guy, too?” You frowned. “Don’t you already get enough shit for being friends with me?” Despite his now tougher demeanor, Corey reminded you now of the little boy he once was. “What you want to go out with me or hold my hand and then what? Everybody would hate you, too.” 

“I don’t know who you think I am, but I’ve never really given a shit what people think about me.” You spoke softly at the man that was slowly getting more emotional. “Come on, Corey— I was friends with someone everybody told me not to be. I dated someone that everybody called sneaky.” 

“And now what, you want to be seen with a murderer?” 

“Because I have a crush on some guy that has to immediately make it bad?” 

“Maybe.” 

“I get that it’s hard on you, Corey, but I don’t care what they think. About you, about me, about my brother, about my ex— it’s never mattered to me and I really don’t think that it ever will.” 

“You’re going to make a martyr of yourself.” You laughed. 

“That’s not how that’s used properly.” 

“You know what I meant.” 

“I know.” 

“Then just… stop it.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” 

“You should.” 

“Corey, since when in the 15 plus years of knowing me have I ever done what I should do?” He gave a soft laugh and shook his head. 

“Maybe once.” 

“Exactly.” 

“This could be twice.” 

“Or maybe you could just shut the fuck up and kiss me.” Things were quiet for a second, Corey looked shocked, you were almost about to apologize when he finally took a couple of steps closer to you and leaned in to kiss you. Part of you was shocked, but you were quick to grasp at his shirt and kiss him back. Corey’s warm hand gently cupped your face as he gave a shaky exhale against your mouth. 

It was a soft, quick kiss, but when he pulled back, Corey stayed close. So close that you could still feel his shaky breath on your lips. 

“I’m so shocked you had the balls to do that.” You teased the man who laughed and gave your cheek the slightest slap. 

“Shut up and kiss me again.” You gave a soft laugh before you did what he asked and pressed your lips to his. Corey gave a soft hum, and between kisses muttered to you. “You’re doing what you’re told to do. Shocker.” 

“Mmm, shut up.” You mumbled back between quick kisses. Corey gave a soft hum but did what you said, reaching his hand down to hold your waist when the kiss got more feverish than before. Your fingers held onto his shirt tight, as if he was going to pull away or disappear at any second. In consolation, the hand that held your face now rested on top of your hand on his shirt. A silent way of letting you know he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Corey pulled back and looked at the door. 

“You don’t think your brother is going to wake up, do you?” With a soft hum, you shook your head. 

“Usually when he’s out, he’s out for the night. But if you’re so worried you could always lock the door.” 

“Yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.” He joked, though he did finally let you go to lock the door. You sat on the edge of your bed as he turned around and looked at you. Sending him a smile, you seemed to entice him back to you as you rested back on your hands. He moved to sit beside you on the bed and gave a soft sigh. “Remember when I said I didn’t want to be sneaky?” You gave a soft laugh and nodded. 

“And look at you now.” You sat up and looked at him. “We could always just unlock the door, open it, and watch a movie.” 

“God, no.” You laughed again at the desperate tone he gave you and moved to straddle his waist. 

“Then I guess we’ll keep kissing.” You pressed your lips back to his, this time wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Corey immediately leaned into the kiss, grasping your waist with his hands and giving you a gentle squeeze. You decided to do something a little bold and leaned in close enough to press your chest against his. Corey gave a tiny sound into the kiss, inching his hand slightly up your waist. 

Despite how short of a time the two of you had been this close, it didn’t feel close enough. Your hand slid up into Corey’s hair and gave it a gentle tug. This time, he moved his hand up and cupped it around your bare breast over your shirt. You gave a shaky exhale into the kiss when he gave it a gentle squeeze. 

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly as he pulled back from the kiss. 

“More than okay.” You kissed him again. “Touch me anywhere you want.” Corey gave an almost embarrassed laugh into the kiss. 

“Don’t tell me that.” You smiled, reached for his hand and cupped it around your other breast. 

“Really, Corey— wherever you want. I bet I want it, too.” Corey leaned in and kissed you this time, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze and earning a content moan from you. He slid one of his hands down your body, then his fingers started to gently fiddle with the waistband of your pants. You nearly had a chill run down your spine at the thought of Corey’s fingers down your underwear. After all, you’d told him to touch you anywhere. 

You shifted on his lap as Corey slid his hand around your back and grasped at your butt. You gave a soft gasp into the kiss, earning a cute little chuckle from him before he kissed you again. This time he slid his tongue along your bottom lip. You leaned into the man, chest pressing back against him. Corey reached back and steadied himself back onto his elbows, leaning you backwards on his lap. You shifted against him and earned a soft moan from him into the kiss. 

Corey shifted onto his back beneath you, then slid his hands along your legs and up your shirt. Pulling away from the kiss, you leaned back and adjusted against the man. You purposely wiggled your hips a bit and earned a shaky exhale from him. You gave a soft giggle when he sent you a feigned dirty look. He gulped when you slid your shirt right up beneath your breasts. 

“Should I take it off?” He nodded, but you didn’t take it off. Instead, you gave a soft hum and eyed the man as if you wanted him to answer you— so he did. 

“Yes, take it off.” With a little smirk, you slid the shirt the rest of the way off. Corey sat up on his elbows and flicked his gaze between your face to your breasts. “Fuck, it’s getting hotter in here looking at you like this.” You gave a soft laugh and reached down to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. 

“Maybe you should take this off.” 

“I think I agree,” he sat up enough to strip his shirt off and let it fall to the side and off the bed entirely. You sent him a smile and leaned in to kiss him. His hand rested on your bare back as he kissed you back. “Your brother would kill me if he found out about this.” 

“Nobody said he had to find out about it right now.” Corey gave a soft hum and leaned down to press a kiss to your neck. “Or maybe ever.” 

“I’d rather he never find out I fucked his little sister when he was asleep on the sofa.” You hummed in agreement as he leaned back to meet your gaze. “I guess… we’re just kissing.” You smirked lightly at the man. 

“Nobody said we had to stop.” 

“You know what, if they did, you wouldn’t listen.” He teased. 

“No, I wouldn’t.” You leaned back in to kiss him again. This time, Corey was quiet. He brought you snug up against him again and pulled you back down so you were on top of him while he laid down. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, earning a soft sound from Corey again. Your fingers fiddled with the sheets by his head while Corey gripped tightly at your side. 

Then, all of the sudden, you were rolled over and trapped beneath the man. You laughed as he pulled back and adjusted on top of you. He sent you a smile and wrapped your leg around his waist. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“I just can’t believe it.” You said as Corey leaned back in to kiss along your neck. “I think 13 year old me would be screaming right now if she found out I got to be half-naked beneath my middle school crush.” Corey gave a soft laugh and gently nipped at your skin, making you gasp. 

“I think she is right now and that’s why you’re acting this way.” Teasingly, he licked along your skin to your jaw, pressed a quick kiss, and then pulled back. “What do you think?” He asked, but you could tell he didn’t mean about your previous comment. “If you want, we can do more. We could also stop.” 

"I don’t wanna stop.” 

“Do you wanna keep kissing?” 

“Definitely.” 

“Do you want to keep these on?” He asked, fingers tracing past your stomach and curling around the waistband of your pants. With a gulp, you shook your head. Corey was waiting for you to speak like you’d made him do before. Flushed, you looked down at his hand. 

“I don’t want to keep them on.” He gave a soft sound in acknowledgment and moved a bit, hooking his other fingers in your waistband and easily sliding the sweatpants off when you lifted your hips. Corey sent you a wink when you realized he was taking your underwear off, too. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as he tossed them to the side. “Well, now what?” 

“Now I get to keep kissing you.” Corey said matter-of-factly, however he adjusted the pants that he was still wearing. They looked uncomfortably tight. This was the first time you had seen the bulge in his pants. 

“Maybe you should take those off.” You suggested, eyes still trained on the bulge in his pants. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss you. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” 

“God, yes I would.” Corey hummed and kissed you again. 

“Then take ‘em off.” His fingers slid down your side and to your thigh. His fingers grasped tight at your skin as he wrapped your leg back around his waist. “Not gonna do it?” He pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “Too scared?” He teased, pressing soft little kisses down to your chest. 

“Well now I can’t reach you.” He met your eyes as he took your nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle suck. You gave a soft whine at the sensation and shifted beneath him. “Maybe… you don’t really want me to, hm?” 

“And why wouldn’t I want that?” 

“I don’t know, why wouldn’t you?” He leaned back up to press a kiss to your lips before he grasped your hand and placed it against his bulge. 

“Then take ‘em off if neither of us know why.” Corey leaned back down to press a few scattered kisses to your neck while you blindly fiddled with the button and zipper. Your fingers were damn near shaking. His warm skin against yours was enough to drive you crazy. Feeling him was enough to drive you crazy. But seeing him? You weren’t sure what that was going to do to you. 

Finally, he pulled away and started to strip his pants off, though he did leave his boxers on. You seemed to huff at that and made him laugh. 

“You gotta be patient.” 

“Patience was never my virtue.” He gave a soft ‘hm’ and tossed his pants aside, but this tine he leaned down and wrapped your legs around his shoulders. 

“Maybe I should teach you.” Corey pressed a quick kiss to your thigh right after he said that. There was a sort of mischievous glint in his eyes that you had never seen before. Then, he turned his head to press a few kisses along your other leg. All the way from your hip to your knee, then back to your inner-thigh, where he suddenly gave you a quick, hard bite. You gasped and jerked against him, but Corey was strong. He held you in place and sent you a cute grin. “You alright? Maybe I should have warned you.” 

“I’m fine.” You peeked down at the mark on your thigh. “That’s gonna leave a little mark tomorrow.” 

“Looks like you cant prance around in those short little shorts that you like to tease me with so much.” 

“Oh, you know what I was doing then, huh?” You gave a small smile as he pressed a few more kisses along your skin. 

“I had a slight idea. You weren’t so keen on those little shorts when we were younger. Then your ass started filling out and it just kinda seemed like you wanted me to look at it.” You sent him a mischievous smile but quickly bit your lip to bite it back. 

“Me? Never. I’m innocent.” 

“Mhm, I’m sure you are.” This was it, Corey finally pressed a little kiss to your clit. Then, finally, he gave your clit and slow lick. You gave a soft whine when he pulled back. “An innocent little angel, but you’re not patient and you sure seem to be enjoying this.” 

“Quit that.” You giggled. 

“Quit? I don’t know if I want to.” 

“Are you gonna tease me all night?” 

“Maybe.” 

“It’s already so late.” 

“Well, you already said you weren’t going to sleep. And I sure as hell don’t want to go to sleep if I could instead have my face between these pretty thighs of yours.” Corey pressed a quick kiss to both of your legs before leaning back in and giving your clit another teasing lick. You shifted against the man who held you snug against his face now. When his tongue started to tease you, you reached down and grasped at his hair. 

Corey started to finally really give you the attention you were craving. Your eyebrows furrowed inwards and your head lid back on the bed as he gave your clit soft sucks and made you moan out beneath your breath. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he sucked on your clit and moved one of his hands to tease your entrance. You wiggled against him again, but this time he didn’t try to stop you. He teased you with the tip of his middle finger a few times before he finally started to push it inside of you. 

“Oh, fuck…” You mumbled, glancing back at the door. You were so paranoid that your brother was going to catch you, but as Corey curled his finger gently inside of you and started to tease you with his pointer finger as well, you nearly forgot that he was even downstairs asleep on the sofa. 

Corey shifted against the bed, pulling you close as he sucked continuously on your clit, occasionally teasing you with his tongue and making you whine for him to keep going. 

Eventually, Corey was easily pumping two of his fingers inside of you, occasionally spreading them a bit to open you up some more. You pressed your head back into the mattress and tried to stay quiet as you moaned. You were certain that you had never been this turned on before. Your nipples ached for attention that Corey wasn’t giving them, so you reached up with your free hand and gently rolled your left nipple between your fingers. 

Corey gave a teasing hum when he saw that, but he kept licking your clit and making you moan. He swore every sound you made only seemed to make him throb harder against the bed for you. Sometimes he’d adjust or grind against the bed for a little bit of stimulation while he was working to get you off. But truth be told, he didn’t care much for his own pleasure right now. 

“God, you are so fucking good at that.” Corey met your gaze for a second before you looked away again and laid your head back. A soft moan left you as you tugged on his curly hair. Corey didn’t seem to mind, letting you do whatever you pleased without even a grunt in complaint. Corey moaned quietly as he shifted against the bed. “I think letting the sexual tension between us build up was a good idea.” You joked. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment for forever and it’s just as good as I had hoped it would be.” He gave a hum in agreement and pulled back only to give a quick comment. 

“I have been waiting for this moment for forever.” You whined and shifted against him when he went back to teasing your clit. “God, you are so wet.” He mumbled against you as his fingers easily moved inside of you. Corey teased you with a third finger. “I think I could fit my whole hand in here.” 

“Then I’m sure the very large bulge in your pants will fit just fine.” He gave a soft chuckle and pulled back. 

“And what would you do if it didn’t?” 

“I’d probably cry.” He laughed, moving so that your legs were wrapped around his waist, and leaned in to kiss you. You were quick to kiss him back, pulling him down on top of you again. Corey, even after a whole day, still smelt fantastic. Slightly musky with a hint of cinnamon, you dared to guess. Corey adjusted himself against you and in the meantime gently grinded his bulge against your clit, earning a soft little moan from you against his mouth. 

Corey did the same thing again just to make you moan again. When he was successful, he continued to gently rub himself against you. 

“God, it feels so big.” He pulled back with a soft, content sigh, and sent you a sweet gaze. 

“What do you think you wanna do?” You chewed on the inside of your lip for a moment, taking a quick glance down before you met his eyes again. 

“Well, I could suck on it.” 

“You don’t have to.” He said, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “I could just fuck you until you can’t breathe.” Your face went hotter than it had all night as you stammered out a meek response. “Is that a yes?” He teased. “Do you think you’re ready?” 

“We might need some of my lube. It’s in the top drawer of my dresser if you wanna get it.” He gave a soft nod and got up, feeling a little uncomfortable digging through your drawers. He was always taught to not go through someone (especially a woman’s) things. His mom didn’t ever want him digging around in her stuff. 

Corey found the lube, though beside it was a little vibrator. 

“I don’t suppose you’re against the concept of me using a vibrator on you since there’s one right here, are you?” You were noticeably embarrassed, but you shook your head nevertheless. 

“I’m not against it.” 

“Do you want to right now?” 

“Sure.” Corey slid your dresser drawer shut, bringing over and handing you the lube and the vibrator. Before he got back on the bed, he stripped his boxers off. Your jaw dropped before he caught your eye and laughed at you. “Jesus…” You mumbled, leaning up on your hands. “It’s huge.” 

“Biggest you’ve had or something?” 

“By far.” 

“Well, with that luck, we may need this extra help from the vibrator.” 

“Or it’ll just make me squeeze you tighter.” 

“Yeah, that works, too.” Corey grabbed the vibrator and turned it on the lowest setting. He moved closer to you, though you were still distracted looking at his cock. You attention was quickly brought to his handsome face when he pressed the vibrator to your clit. “I’ve never done this before. Is this good?” You gave a soft nod. “Maybe when I’m fucking you, you can use it on yourself.” You nodded again. “Does this feel good.” You nodded and gave a soft whine as he laughed at you. 

“Cat got your tongue?” 

“It feels so good.” 

“Yeah, it feels good?” He hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips as you nodded again. “What do you think, are you ready for me to put some lube on my cock and fuck you?” Swallowing hard, you nodded your head. “Hold onto this for me.” You brought your hand down and held onto the vibrator while he grabbed the lube and pulled back. “You’re probably better at it than I am anyways.” He said, watching you close your eyes and wiggle your hips against the small vibrator. He sighed quietly and set the lube aside as he inched closer on his knees and grabbed onto your legs by the back of your knees. “Come here.” You let him pull you against him and laughed, making him smile as he lined himself up at your entrance. 

“Do you think it’s gonna hurt?” 

“I don’t have a vagina.” 

“So… maybe?” 

“I’ve never gotten any complaints, per se.” 

“Fuck, just do it.” 

“I’ll go slow.” He promised, gently pushing the tip of his cock inside of you. Your fingers grasped tight at the bedsheets beside you as you closed your eyes. “If it hurts too much, just tell me. I’ll stop.” You nodded quickly and moved the vibrator around your clit. Corey wiped the excess lube on his hand off on his leg and reached for the frame of the bed while he slowly worked himself inside of you. 

Every little sound you made and every time you clenched around him it made Corey ache for you. As he promised, he kept his movements decently slow as he got you adjusted to his size inside of you. You moaned out as quiet as you could when he fully pushed himself inside of you. He gave a soft exhale and sent you a smile. 

“You doing alright?” 

“I’m okay.” 

“Tell me when I can move.” You nodded gently and waited a moment to adjust before you looked back at him. 

“I think I’m good.” He nodded, staying slow as he moved, but starting to work towards pumping himself inside of you at a steady pace. You laid your head back and bit your lip, trying to stay quiet as he began to really fuck you. Adding the vibrator onto how much he was stretching you out and how deep he was with every thrust inside of you, it was hard not to want to scream his name out. Corey leaned in closer, pressing down onto his elbow and reaching to tease your nipple with his hand. “Fuck, Corey— you’re making it hard to be quiet.” 

“If you can’t be quiet then I’ll just cover your mouth.” He said simply. You reached up, finding another solution as you moaned out, and brought his face towards yours. You kissed the man who was quick to give into it without any complaints. Your moans were muffled against his mouth as he picked up the pace when he felt less resistance from you. It was obvious you weren’t a virgin, but you were very tight around him. “God, you feel so good.” 

“I was just gonna tell you the same thing.” He gave a soft hum and leaned down, pressing his forehead to your shoulder while your hand grasped at his arm. “Fuck, I think you’re gonna make me cum.” 

“Jesus, it’s been so long I think I might, too.” 

“Then you should definitely cum inside of me.” You said. “It’s fine to.” He hummed softly, acknowledging you, yet only giving a soft moan by your ear a second later. Everything he was doing was making it hard for you to think as you wiggled against him and turned your vibrator up a speed. “Fuck,” you mumbled breathlessly. Your hand reached up to grab at Corey’s hair and gave it a light tug. “Oh, fuck— I’m gonna cum.” You were trying to be quiet, but you gave a few whiny moans as he edged you close to an orgasm. “Fuck, Corey, fuck— I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You bit your lip hard and laid your head back, hand holding tightly onto Corey’s hair. 

A few thrusts after you had cum, Corey came inside of you. He gave a heavenly moan by your ear as he did, giving you a couple soft thrusts before he stopped and took a moment to breathe. He pressed his forehead against yours and gave a soft chuckle. 

“I can’t fucking believe I just came inside of you.” You laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. One he leaned into even after you pulled back. 

“I can’t believe it either, but god am I happy about it.” 

With a soft sigh, Corey laid down beside you and pulled the sheet up onto both of you. You moved closer and leaned into the man who nearly immediately wrapped his arm around you and let you get as close as you could. 

“Well, that was fun after all.” 

“That was a lot of fun.” You looked at the clock on the wall and frowned. It was late, but you didn’t want him to leave you yet. 

“Hey Corey?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Will you stay with me for a little bit?” 

“Of course I will.” 

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A soft snore came from beside you as you shifted awake. With a soft groan, you looked at the man beside you and smiled lightly. The lights in your room were still on, you were both still naked, and Corey was still holding you just like he had been before. 

You shifted against him and stretched your back out, seeming to stir the man from his light slumber. He yawned, reaching up to stretch his arms out with a groan before he rubbed his eyes and looked at you. 

“Fuck, it wasn’t a dream.” You laughed and shook your head. 

“It sure wasn’t.” 

“What time is it?” You gave a soft hum and reached for your phone. 

“Oh, shit— it’s 8.” 

“AM?” He nearly jumped out of the bed. “Fuck—“ Just as he went to grab his shirt, your door handle jiggled. 

“Hey, (y/n)? Are you awake?” Your brother called. “I can’t find Corey.” You looked at Corey who was trying to put his clothes on as quietly and quickly as possible. “Is he in there? Do you know where he is?” You quickly tossed your pajamas on while Corey finally put his shirt on and went to open the door. You feigned a yawn, as if he had just woken up as Corey headed for the door. 

“I don’t know why the door was locked,” you said as you opened it. Your brother looked between the two of you real quick and then smiled. 

“It’s okay. Watch a movie?” 

“Yeah, guess we fell asleep.” You said stepping out of the way for Corey. 

“What’s up?” 

“You wanna go get coffee and donuts? You can come, too.” He said, giving your shoulder a slap. 

“Yeah, that sounds good. Let me brush my teeth and I’ll be right down.” Corey agreed. 

“Sound good.” Your brother turned but then hesitated. “Hey, you know Corey, you should really put your shirt on the right way next time.” You looked at the man beside you and sure enough, his shirt was on backwards. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled. 

“See you guys downstairs.” 

[djorgcre]

this is my meal i call this ✨girl dinner✨

[bosinclairsgff]

kkkkk so I’m curious on what some of the slashers reactions to just PURE female rage would be. And not the normal just screaming fit one, like those ones that have extremely hard hitting insults and throwing and maybe hurting someone in that fit of rage >:) (pls do Bo or any of the Sinclairs if u do this ask lmao you can add all the other ones)

Slashers reacting to female rage

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Corey Cunningham, Otis Driftwood

Warnings: Cussing, violence

Corey Cunningham

- Corey Would not know how to handle this situation at all.

- At first he would try to calm you down but if that didn’t work he’d start to get angry.

- “It’s okay y/n, just try to calm down.”

- You just keep screaming and hitting his chest. When he lightly pushes you off of him you immediately start throwing things.

- He genuinely doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t understand what’s happening.

- Corey grabs you from behind and holds your arms down, you just continue to scream and sob.

- “Baby, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re okay baby.”

- He turns you around and cups your face, resting his forehead on yours. You just sob.

- Eventually you calm down and he still just holds you, letting you know it’s okay.

Bo Sinclair

- You were just so tired, tired of absolutely everything and everyone.

- He notices you starting to shake and get very quiet. When he goes to say something, you just start pushing everything off the table in front of you.

- Your screaming, crying and throwing everything in your way.

- Bo just stares in shock, he ha no clue what happened and what’s going on.

- “Y/n! What the fuck are ya doin!” He screams at you.

- He tries to grab you and you just immediately start thrashing out on him.

- Bo doesn’t take to this lightly and slaps you across the face, harshly. You fall to the floor, still sobbing.

- He crouches down to your level and pushes your hair out your face. “Are you calm now darlin, you can’t do that again.” Bo says to you.

Otis Driftwood

- Otis doesn’t take shit, even from you.

- If you started screaming at him and even punching him, he would hit you right back. And it would hurt.

- “You fucking bitch, I don’t know what’s up your ass tonight but you need to calm the fuck down.”

- That doesn’t stop you from pushing him off of you and starting to rip down the things on his walls, and throw anything you can get your hands on.

- That makes him absolutely livid.

- He tackles you to the floor and holds you down. Pinning your arms above your head with one of his hands.

- Otis holds you there until you start to chill out.

- “What the fuck is wrong with you. If you ever pull this shit again, I will knock your god damn teeth out.”

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Slashers with an S/O who has a Dragon Dido

Note: Had this idea brewing in my brain, so I decided to write about it.

Not sponsored by Bad Dragon

Synopsis: Reader asked Slashers if they wanted to experiment with their Sex toy

Minors DNI Reader is GN

Michael myers (both 78 and RZ), Jason Voorhees, The Sinclair Twins, Brahms Heelshire, Corey Cunningham

Michael Myers OG

When Michael found out you have a sex toy that's big and looks not human, he has questions about it

You explain what it is and how it works

It's a Dragon what now?

People make those and in the size you own?

When you ask if he can use it on you, he got a little offended

Why have that when you can have the real thing (even tho it's not that big like the toy)

With much convincing, he obligated to do some role play

You go down on your toy, your boyfriend has strap on to himself

He's enthusiastic about seeing how far you can deep thoat it before choking on it

He doesn't have to cum without holding, the toy can do that by his hand

Pounding into you seeing the bulge in your stomach produced by your dragon dildo is a site to behold

He's the Dragonoid, and you're his human mate of this role play

When it's decided you came enough, he makes your Toy cum. Pulling out your see his "seed" leave your engorged hole

Now he wants to do it again another day

Michael myers RZ

You sick minded person you are

How does that thing even fit??

You want me to do what?? Don't we do that normally?

Michael needs some time before he's ready to put it on for some fun

When the time comes, he's looking Ok with the strap-on.

🎶Big guy with a big Dragon Dick🎶 😂

Michael is going to be careful about this, still wondering if this whole toy is going to fit

But once it starts, it's going well. You're moaning from pleasure from the thrusting he's doing.

Once you start to asking for him to cum, he doesn't obligated cause he wants to go a bit little longer

Eventually, Michael simulates the dildo cumming pushing the syringe plunger, filling you up with the "Seed"

Pulling out afterwards, the cum lube flowed out of you, giving you a head tilted from the site. Pressing your stomach to watch more flow out

Definitely want to do it again rn

Jason Voorhees

Oh God Your Going to give Poor Boy a Heart Attack when you show him it

Jason has so many questions

How did you get it? Do people use these things? It can do what?

Jason is going to nearly a month or 2 before he puts on cockzilla

When the time comes when he's comfortable with the idea

Poor Boy is blushing from seeing the colorful dick fit on his big body

Being extremely careful with you

Putting it halfway in so he's not hurting you he starts out slow

Once the pace picks up, he pushes the whole Dildo in. Causing a bulge to form

Poor Boy came himself in his boxers from the friction

You comfort him from his accidentally mess he did. Afterwards, he went to clean up

Next time, he's going to be careful when role-playing

Bo Sinclair

What in God's green earth did he find in the bag in the shared closet?

When you came home, he had to ask about the Elephant or in case Dragon in the room

"A Dragon Cock? I didn't know you're that Twisted in the head, Darling."

This Cocky A-hole would definitely want to jump into this role play with the new toy

Trying to fully deep throat with it, nearly hurl from the gaging

Taking you behind with this bad boy

"That's right, take it, darling."

He makes you cum so much your overwhelmed

Releasing the "cum" from the syringe into you

He may want to get peg by that now to spicy up your relationship

Vincent Sinclair

Oh my God, what's in the Box??!!

Vincent is definitely a Dragon fan, and the fact you gotten a Dragon Dildo he's definitely red under his mask cause he wants to try it

Definitely work you up before pushing it in

Thursting the whole 8 inches of this Dragon Dick and going to town with you

Vincent was having fun watching you squirm around this big fake cock as he fucks you

Thinking it's enough for this, he released the "cum" into your hole before pulling out

Just watching the "seed" drip down from the expanded hole just makes him want to do it again

Could you do it to him another day?

Brahms Heelshire

What on earth are you using??

His eyes are wide behind that mask, seeing the large thing you're riding

Next time, his stinky wall ass comes out he's going to ask about what you have. First, he's going to be scolded for being a Pervert for watching you, then second, you're going to have to explain what it id

"Aren't Dragons supposed to be slayed, not something in the bedroom?"

You explain that people get these types of toys of different types for pleasure

You asked if he would like to use it on you if he's comfortable about it

The next night, he was lying on the bed strapped up, woty the big dicky pushing the plunger of the syringe some "cum" oozed out of the tip spooking him

You started out on giving some oral play on toy, giving your partner a subductive look while he just watched with red in his cheeks for the site

You started to ride on your dragon dildo while he watches you bounce on your toy.

After a while, he was pounding from behind before releasing the "cum" into you, it leaked from in between your hole and cock dripped onto the sheets

Brahms would like to do this again another time

Corey Cunningham (He's Adorable Fight Me! And this is a what if Corey became a Hero in Halloween Ends)

Oh poor baby saw the box on the counter and had a peek before turning away with an embarrassment on his face

You had to calm him down before explaining what you have and explain that people are getting to spice up. Corey was sheltered by his mother about the subject of Sex and toys

Corey would need a confidence boost before he decides to do the hanky panky with you

After becoming comfortable about having sex with you and about the "you know what" that's in your closet atm

Corey strapped up with the 9 inch Gradient Dragon Dick with the tube leading to a syringe full halfway of the "cum"

Start out slow, not putting it in fully being careful with you

Getting more into it and started to pick up the pace. Corey started to pound into you harder, having the bulge poking up from the dildo

Telling Corey to cum into you which he muched obligated, pushing all of the "cum" from the syringe into you

Would definitely want to it again another day

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That's all

Again I'm Not Sponsored by Bad Dragon

[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.

*

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.

*

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! 

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[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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[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Helping hand ❞

Corey Cunningham x gn!reader | drabble | nsfw, smut |

warnings: masturbation, handjobs

req: could you please do Person A (gn reader) accidentally walking on Person B (Corey) masturbating and Person A and B’s first time together🥰

Accidentally walking in on him and jerking one out was a shock to both of you.

To Corey more than you — he had an overbearing mother who insisted on him not locking his doors throughout his childhood and then his awkward teenage years.

He was used to straining his ears to listen to every creak of the floorboards despite wearing headphones over his ears. The door being ajar did little to stop his hormonal self, so he is pretty confident in his ability to jerk off without anyone catching him.

That and the fact that he terrorizes Haddonfield like a bloodthirsty shadow. Most, if not all, of his victims, don't know he's there until it's too late. Even you don't stir from sleep when he sneaks into your home to gaze at you while you sleep.

You'd think with his impressive resume he would be the last person to be caught with his cock in his hands and a picture of his lover in the other.

There'd be this atmosphere of surprise blanketing the both of you. Corey's eyes are so wide you swear you see the mortification in them. His fingers twitch and pull away from his dick, mouth shaping to form words but none are uttered.

Your eyes dart to the Polaroid he has in his hand. It's a cute photograph of you in the kitchen in nothing but a pair of boxers and nursing a mug of your favourite morning drink.

Corey would tell you it's the way your eyes are still hazy — barely edged off sleep clearly written all over your face.

He'd say that your loose grip on the mug made his perverted head think of your fingers wrapped around the base of his penis.

If he was feeling brave he might even mention the way your lips look as soft as clouds and the pose you're in have them pushed against the porcelain rim of the mug — just about to take a sip. It makes him wish you had your mouth on the tip of his dick instead, he wanted to wet it with pre-cum and watch as they part around him.

But Corey says nothing. His brain clicks as you drop your hand from the door handle.

"Fuck! Fuck! I - I can explain!" he's raising from the chair, hastily throwing your picture to the side while he grabs at his sweatpants that were bunched around his knees.

"Oh god — I'm sorry!" you spur to life at his embarrassed display, not missing the sight of your picture that flutters towards your direction thanks to Corey's panic to cover up.

"I'll be in the kitchen!" "Wuh - Wait!"

The door slams close. Corey curses as he places a palm on the wood, cheeks as red as Sebastian's shell. On the other side of the door, your back is flushed on the wood, a hand covering your mouth as your heart beats out of your chest.

When both of you recover, he makes his way to the kitchen.

Fuck, why are you holding the same mug?

"Corey," your voice has his skin reddening all over again. He reaches for you and he's relieved you don't pull away.

"You washed your hand, right?"

With a groan, he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he nods.

"You're not mad...right?" Now it is your turn to blush. You shake your head, comfortingly squeezing his shoulders.

The night ended well, the takeout you'd brought over to eat with Corey was a little lukewarm but still edible, and you laugh about it before you drifted off to sleep.

But what makes Corey go wide-eyed was when you sleepily mumble to him;

"We should do it. I wanna do it, with you".

"Do, what?"

The smile you attempt to hide as you nuzzle your face into his chest makes his heart double in speed.

"Goodnight, Corey," was the last thing you said before you were off to dreamland.

Your first time together was something Corey could never forget.

He thinks your sleepy mumbles were just that — sleepy mumbles. You never bring it up again and he is far too embarrassed to even open his mouth relating to such a topic when it goes hand-in-hand with the fact he got caught with his pants down.

Besides, your routine didn't deviate at all and it was nice. The domesticity of the suburbs really has that effect on people, huh?

All this to say, when your first time with Corey happens, it surprises him.

"Hey" you plant a kiss on his cheek, the grin you wear infectious. "Ready to go?" he hands you a helmet and you nod as he places your things in the storage compartment and then saddles his bike.

He brings you to your favourite dating spot. It was a bummer that after murdering the radio host show, dates on the roof had to be postponed for a couple of weeks but now the yellow tape was gone.

The climb is filled with giggles. Setting down the picnic blanket, pillows and duvet — the weather is chilly but nothing a few leftover candles couldn't help along with a Bluetooth speaker.

After downing a few fries and beers, you're seated on his lap lip-syncing the song playing when you're suddenly kissing him. He's reciprocating, of course, but you're slowing down. Then, your tongues are tangling together and why are your hips moving like that?

Corey's not new to the sex scene. He knows what sex is and how to do it but everything that involves you has his very existence melt in awe. He was religious in his worship of you; to see you this way? With the night sky behind you and the moon just over your shoulder?

His hands slide up your shirt. Effectively leaving goose flesh in his trail as his mouth works on mottling your neck with his teeth and tongue.

He's whispering praises. You're shuddering as he works you open with his fingers and he doesn't even notice the tent in his pants as he feels your velvety walls clench around him.

"Come on, baby"

"Corey — Oh fuck, Corey, oh fuck oh fuck —"

"Thaaat's it, just like that. Oh, you feel so good, baby"

He has you on your back after licking his fingers clean. The blanket protects you from the flooring and Corey hides you from the heavens.

He's careful as he makes you his.

The building is remote from the rest of the population of Haddonfield — but you're trying to be polite.

That won't do.

Corey groans out your name as he breaches into you. He's braced on his elbows, the tip of his nose against yours and his bruised lips is connected to yours with a string of saliva.

He's gentle as he rocks his hips. Never looking away from your face. At one point, the very air you're breathing in is just Corey's and he relishes in every second of having you like this.

Corey didn't stop once the both of you had orgasmed. He wants to taste you on his tongue and despite what weak protests you make he chides you and makes you throw your head back as his tongue makes your thighs shudder.

By the time he's had his fill and you've come so many times you're sure even the stars are applauding you.

He gathers you into his arms. You hear his heartbeat and feel somewhat comforted that it's just as fast as yours.

"...Was that better?" You purr while Corey peeks at you, still attempting to catch his breath as he tilts his head.

"Was that better?" Your chin is on your arm, chewing on your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing. Corey strokes your arm patiently.

"Better than...?"

"Your hand —"

"Fuck off," Corey rolls his eyes and playfully ruffles your hair. Your giggles sound just as beautiful as your moans, he shuts you up by pecking your lips until you roll onto your back instead.

"It was better," you say in a sing-song tune that makes Corey groan as he covers his eyes with his arm.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 12 : (Peach Cobbler) Trick or Treaters

Day 12 is here! I hope you all keep enjoying this year's menu! I'm currently starting to cook up fics for next week so stay tuned!

Notes: Minors DNI, Canon typical anything to do with the character, movie or game.

Support Me: KO-FI

Slashers when Trick or Treaters come knocking...

Corey Cunningham:

~Ever since the incident Corey would rather you open the door, that is if you get any trick or treaters at all.

~When you shacked up with Corey the neighborhood when Halloween would roll around parents would warn their kids to skip your house.

~Which to be honest doesn't really bother him, Corey has had enough of dealing with kids to last a lifetime.

~Every so often toward the end of the night you'll get a few brave souls disregarding their parents rules.

~"More candy for us" Corey would say halfway through the night when no trick or treaters have shown up.

~If you're a person who loves Halloween it might bother you but you also love Corey way too much to let it get in the way.

Billy Lenz:

~When you open the door, step outside and give the candy out.

~Seriously, or Billy will start yelling phallic things down the stairs toward the open door.

~Stuck in his attic he doesn't really pay attention to what day it is. He just knows that one day a year, kids just don't leave you alone.

~He'll take whatever candy is leftover at the end of the night and no, he's not bringing the bowl back downstairs either.

~He'll start introducing himself in his calls with "Trick or Treat", He'll also knock on the floor and say it through the house to the point of it getting on your nerves...which adds fuel to his fire.

~He'll be more relieved when the night is over and he gets you all to himself again.

Mark Hoffman:

~A leave the candy bowl outside with a "Please take one" sign person.

~If you're not like that then get used to being like that, and he's not taking no for an answer.

~However if you two still live in his apartment you won't have to worry about trick or treaters too much, which is just how Hoffman likes it.

~The fun police if you will. Doesn't like Halloween, doesn't like trick or treaters, it's just not for him.

~I can't see him really being one for the leftover candy either. He's a very no nonsense person which can mean no fun either especially when he starts getting wrapped up with Jigsaw.

~To be fair though how he acts on Halloween is basically how he acts every other day of the year.

[cybercore-creations]

Corey Cunningham Relationship HCs

• I'm gonna start with pre-micheal, post-accident, that's my favorite Corey

• You're going to have to protect him from bullying because if you don't someone is gonna get hurt (Just watch the movie)

• Pet names!!!!! He loves them. Will literally melt

• Most dates are inside or on top of the radio tower

• He's really sensitive so physical affection is a must

• He doesn't actually have a license. He rides the motorcycle and prays he doesn't get stopped

• REALLY bad nightmares. The accident with Jeremy constantly haunts him

• He teaches you how to fix your car on your own

• The perfect gentleman honestly

• Okay Post-Micheal Corey

• Still doesn't have a license,,,,

• But takes you on his motorcycle all the time!

• Constantly paranoid, so you're going to have to go through grounding techniques

• A lot more willing to go on dates in public places

• Low key his anger issues are so much worse

• Horney level sky rockets

• If you thought he was clingy before, oh bud you're in for a whole different level

• Very protective. Like fight people in the streets protective (Pls stop him before he gets arrested)

• Now Both

• Have fun dealing with an insane mother-in-law, she's got an iron grip on him /neg

• Brings you into work with him

• Loves getting out of town to watch the stars

• 100% plays guitar for you

• 10/10 boyfriend honestly.

[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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[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Corey Cunningham Headcanons:

❝ If I can’t have her… No one will. ❝

[SFW Headcanons + No Gendered Terms]

Content Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Mentions of Murder/Violence, Possessive and Obsessive Behavior, Manipulation/Gaslighting, Mention of Previous Abuse.

A/N: Call me Saul Goodman the way I’ll defend this man. He did nothing wrong. He was simply being silly!!!!

Post-Michael Era:

> Corey knows how to disguise himself to look harmless which is how he wants you to view him. No one else’s opinion matters on him besides yours.

> He doesn’t know what it is but you somehow made him feel normal and yet so… alive. That’s what made his life turn to you completely.

> Corey appears like a regular dorky, shy, boy next door type. That’s what made him so charming. He wouldn’t want you to know how dangerous he really was.

> After a shitty day, he just wants to sit down and talk with you. Over the phone or in-person, he finds your voice to be comforting.

> He sometimes secretly records your voice to replay it over and over again to soothe him if he can’t get to you.

> Corey somehow can always bump into you. It’s funny. It’s almost like he’s stalking you or something. And of course, it’s because he is and memorized your schedule the moment he saw you.

> Corey can’t help but claim you as his even before you two began dating because in his mind, no one could save you like he could. He was your hero. He’d make you see that soon.

> He’s always sweet to you. Showering you in affection and slowly manipulating you to believe only he can help you. You don’t need friends. You need him.

> Corey needs to feel needed by you. When he starts seeing you rely on him more and more, he knows he’s won. He has you just as he liked.

> Friends aren’t spending as much time with you recently? He’s right there to vent to. Parents getting on your ass about something? Hey, he knows what that’s like. Partner making you feel insecure? Corey will have you feeling like a precious diamond.

> And once you’ve realized Corey is the one, he’s more than overjoyed but he just gives a small smirk and wraps his arms around you.

> He’s the definition of “hates everyone but you” type. Everyone else is insufferable to him but nothing you do can bother him.

> Now that he has his love, finding targets becomes so much easier. Anyone who bothers you simply becomes a missing person who Corey led to Michael.

> Corey wouldn’t tell you about it until it became a true achievement in his mind. Say you had an abusive ex or a cheating ex, something along those lines. Corey would lead you to his “surprise” of that ex’s corpse and proclaiming his absolute love for you.

> Because to him, being willing to kill and going through with it is the ultimate form of devotion.

> Corey’s main Love Languages to give are: Acts of Service and Quality Time.

> Corey wants you to feel like you need him and can’t live without him. So he makes you dependent on him.

> He’ll go out of his way to make inconveniences for you so he could fix them.

> Your car somehow broke down and you have no idea how? Corey’s there to save the day. You swear you had your alarms set that morning but they didn’t go off? Corey can pick you up and drop you off. “Accidentally” got food poisoning so now you’re sick for a few days? Corey is there to take care of you.

> He’s always just conveniently there and so helpful! It’s all because he knows you so well.

> Also any time of the day is time to spend with him. He’s incredibly clingy and feels just off if you aren’t beside him.

> Like everything is dimmer when you aren’t around so he has a tendency to sneak off during his lunch breaks to stop by to see you.

> Late at night, he’ll text to look out your window and there he is: flower in hand and a sweet smile as he invites you on a night out.

> His favorite is anywhere with a nice overhead view of the lit-up city. Maybe a rooftop or something and he just has you in his arms, right where you belong.

> Corey’s favorite Love Languages to receive are: Physical Touch and Quality Time.

> Before you actually got into a relationship, Corey CRAVED your touch. He’d go out of his way to get it. Having his hand linger on yours if he gives you something, insisting for a hug when you vent, etc.

> Now that he has you, there is nothing better than feeling you.

> When you grab his hand if you feel nervous or scared, he’s over the moon. He wants to be your protector and the fact that you know that is perfect to him.

> He likes to be littered in kisses in reward for him doing well. Corey becomes more like Pre-Michael era when it comes to affection. Just an absolute puppydog looking for attention.

> Corey doesn’t like being away from you. It’s kind of like a separation anxiety where he’s worried being away from you means you’re in danger.

> So the best way to make him happy is to surprise him with your presence!

> Casually stopping by his work, claiming your car needs to be fixed when everything is fine just so you can see him.

> Asking for him to hang out randomly for no reason at all other than to be beside him. He’ll immediately swing by and pick you up the moment he opens the door to cuddle with you.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[bosinclairsgff]

How slashers would react to a s/o with separation anxiety.

Hey guys! So sorry I haven't posted sooner. I was visiting family. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Includes: Bo Sinclair, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham and Otis Driftwood.

Warnings: Mention of kidnap and separation anxiety (duh)

Bo Sinclair

He normally doesn't mind you staying pretty close to him at all times but when he gets annoyed/mad during the day he takes it out on you.

Would make jokes about how you follow him around like a lost puppy.

If he left without telling you then came back later only to find you having an anxiety attack, he would try his best to help calm you down.

RZ Micharl Myers

He is always close by no matter what. Even if you can't see him you know he's around somewhere watching you.

He likes that you want to be so close with him all the time.

Tbh he has separation anxiety too just a little though and he would never tell you.

He wouldn't know how to help you if you had an anxiety attack. He would just sit next to you and watch you cry.

The Grabber

He loves that you have separation anxiety. It would make him feel so good knowing he made you feel like way about him.

If you ever made him upset, he just wouldn't visit you for a few days. It would give you so much anxiety and you would long to see him.

He likes that you need to be close to him or that you need him to comfort you.

If you ever had an anxiety attack in front of him, he would hold you and play with your hair, UNLESS you made him mad then he would laugh and leave the room.

Corey Cunningham

Would be literally so sweet about it.

He would spend all his spare time with you and when he's not with you he will keep updates with texts or calls frequntly

I could see him trying to leave early in the morning to go get you a nice breakfast so he could surprise you. But you wake up and he's not there, so you start to have an anxiety attack until he shows up with food and he comforts you. He would feel so bad, but he was just trying to surprise you...

Otis Driftwood

Would make fun of you.

Doesn't understand what's wrong with you and thinks you're being too clingy.

He would get annoyed if you followed him around or didn't give him enough space.

If you ever caught you having an anxiety attack over the fact you couldn't find him or something he would roll his eyes and walk away.

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 3

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Angst, mild language

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

"He's coming?" Your friend Jessie asked, practically letting her jaw drop to the floor as she adjusted her cowboy hat in the mirror.

"Shh." You put a finger to your lips and pulled on a pair of black spandex for your cat costume. "I don't want to tell Winnie or Chris." You knew they would give you a hard time, but Jessie was a little more open minded.

"Okay, okay." She pretended to zip her lip. "I won't say anything."

"Thank you." You tossed on a black shirt with lacy sleeves before grabbing the cat mask. After Jessie checked herself out once more in the bathroom mirror, you reached for your keys. "Let's boogie," you whispered.

The ride over was focused on Joel talk, and you didn't particularly mind. You were kind of itching to talk about him.

"Are you into him?" Jessie asked.

You weren't a good liar so you were honest, despite the potential backlash. After that motorcycle ride it was like a switch had been flipped inside of you.

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Wow." She giggled, "It's so.. random. Not judging. I just.. wow. Why?"

"Why?" You shrugged as you drove. "He gave me a ride on his motorcycle earlier and-"

"Wait, what?" She grabbed your forearm without even realizing it.

You laughed. "We rode around town and then he drove me back to pick up my car at the junkyard. That's why I was so late getting home."

"How old is he?"

"I'm not sure."

"He's a least ten years older than us. Probably more."

You shrugged again. "I'm just feeling things out. I really just want him to have a friend." You turned to look at Jessie for a quick second. "Ya know?"

"Oh, I know." She chuckled. "A friend with benefits."

You laughed and swatted at her. "Cut it out."

"Just let me know what color bridesmaid dress I should wear."

You rolled your eyes with a grin and the two of you had another laugh.

The sign for the tavern came into view by the road side and you pulled into the parking lot, allowing your car to merge in with all the others. You both reached for your purses in the back seat and then headed toward the door that led inside.

On your walk up you heard someone call out your name and turned to see the man in the plastic scarecrow mask. Joel. Seeing him there alleviated any anxiety that lingered on the chance of him not showing up. He *had* showed up, and you knew how big of a step that was for him.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a hug and he partially lifted the mask as your roommate began to introduce herself. A moment later, the three of you were walking inside, welcomed by the beat of the old time seasonal song, Midnight Monsters Hop.

"I'm gunna go get a drink," Chrissy shouted, using her thumb to motion toward the bar that was overflowing with ghouls, ghosts and everything in between.

"Okay." You gave a thumbs up and looked to Joel. "Want a drink?"

He nodded, "Yeah, sure."

You reached back behind you for his hand and felt that similar electricity from before when he took it.

Up at the bar you flagged down the bartender.

"I'll do a vodka soda and.."

"A Bud Lite," Joel added, reaching into his wallet. Like his habit at the coffee shop, he paid with cash despite your attempts to try to pay for the round.

You looked at one another and without saying a word, you tapped your glasses together and then took a sip from your drinks. Joel hesitantly lifted his mask partway. You felt so bad for his inability to be free.

When another old Halloween song came on by The Dead Kennedys, you pulled Joel with you into a crowd of people who had begun to dance along to the rock music.

The beat was fast and upbeat. Without thinking you shoved Joel playfully with a grin with one hand to his chest and then closed the gap again and began to dance right next to him.

A moment later he was following your lead. He was having fun. You were having fun. The dim lighting in the bar was intersected by strobes of oranges, greens and purples, highlighting your every move.

When Joel really began to relax you could see it in his body language. He was dancing around, grabbing your hand to twirl you and being less cautious about lifting his mask to take a sip from his beer.

The rock music never seemed to let up. You needed a break from dancing as sweat began to make your face glisten. You eyed an old photobooth in the back corner of the bar and reached for Joel's free hand again, towing him with you.

When you pushed your way through a pale, white curtain you pulled him down into a seated position beside you and inserted a five dollar bill into the money slot beneath the camera screen.

With the first 3-2-1 countdown on the screen, you both kept your masks on and you stuck out your tongue. For the second photo, Joel lifted his mask so it sat on the top of his head and he managed a half smile. For picture number three, Jessie came out of nowhere, leaping into the booth for a photobomb and then exiting just as quickly.

You were laughing. Joel was laughing. You were both genuinely enjoying the night. Seconds later, the pictures developed and you took a copy while handing one over to Joel.

He kept his mask up as you pulled him back out into the bar where you resumed dancing. The energy was fiery. You loved every minute of it. More so, you loved seeing Joel at ease and having fun. Prior to recently you had never even seen him smile.

That night, in the freaky, flashing strobe lights, things felt perfect - as perfect as they had felt on the back of Joel's bike a few hours earlier. You knew this was manifesting into one of those nights - the type of night you looked back on that was on the border of magical, at least the type of magical that existed in real life.

It was everything. The music, the lighting, the look on Joel's face as his eyes found yours and never left. You were two giddy children that night and it felt so damn good. Never in a million years did you think you'd be able to get him out of his shell.

A break in the song left the two of you breathing heavy with smiles.

"Want another drink?" He shouted.

"Sure." You smiled, and a ringing stuck in your ears with the brief absence of loud music. The next song quickly picked up and Joel smiled, squeezed your hand and then made his way through the crowd.

"Another round, please," you heard him order.

Your eyes were on him as he stood there by the bar. You still smiled. He was contagious; perhaps the definition of a diamond in the rough. Joel Miller was.. dreamy.

"Hey killer." A voice interrupted your temporary euphoria. It wasn't directed at you. It was directed at Joel. Your daydream was suddenly interrupted when you saw a man approach him as he waited for your drinks. "You're in here dancing and having a good time. Where's Johnny? Hmm?" The guy shoved him now and you ran to Joel's defense.

"Enough!" The bartender scolded but the guy went on.

"You kill a local legend and you think you can just move on?" The guy shouted.

"Stop!" You intervened, standing with Joel as others began to turn in your direction.

"Oh, you even got a girl, that's great," mocked the stranger. "You know what Johnny's girl does on and off every week? She cries. Because you killed him!"

Joel tossed a twenty on the bar, left the drinks and stormed out of the establishment. You chased after him, bursting outside and shouted his name when a car whizzed by and almost hit him on the Main Street road.

"Joel!" You shouted and hurried the rest of the way to him. "Joel, stop!"

"I can't do this!" He shouted, "You just don't get it!"

"I know." You shook your head. "Joel, I'm sorry."

"I'm not your little fucking project," Joel went on.

"I know that, Joel." You shook your head, feeling the first sting of tears in your eyes. "I just.. I like you. I was having fun with you."

"I don't belong here. Not in this town. Not anymore! Nothing is going to change that."

"It's not fair," you went on, "I know-"

"You don't know anything!" He waved his hands wildly to the sides. "You don't know how I feel every single day."

"I know I don't," you agreed, "But I want to be here for you. I want to help you. Be your friend."

"What and relive this shit show of a night almost daily with me?" He made a face and shook his head.

"This night hasn't been a shit show," you argued. "Up until two seconds ago this was one of the enjoyable nights I can remember. It started back at the junk yard and on the bike-"

"Well, I'm glad I could give you a thrill ride," Joel said in a snarky fashion that cut you a little deep.

"Joel.." you shook your head. "I enjoy your company." You extended both of your arms in his direction with your palms up.

He looked at them but distanced himself further back a few steps. "Just.. go back to your normal life and stay away from me."

He scoffed turned away from you, storming off into the darkness as you still held your arms out in front of you. Despite having just formally met him, a single tear left each of your eyes.

"Joel!" You called. "Joel, please.."

He didn't turn back around. It broke off a piece of your heart when he disappeared around the corner of the building without so much as looking back.

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[causeimhappinesss]

His baby mama, part 2 (Corey Cunningham x reader)

PART 1

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x reader Warning: kidnapping 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

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When you open your eyes, a thick veil of unconsciousness dissipates, revealing a dark room. Your head spins and your limbs feel numb with a strange sensation that sends shivers through your whole body, amplified by the coolness of the surroundings. Suddenly, you realize you’re in your basement. You try to move, but your movements are hindered by tight restraints that hold you to a dusty old mattress in a sea of forgotten boxes. Your hands are tied with a thick rope. Actually, it’s not tight enough, you can move a little, but it’s still reassuring.

What happened...?

Memories of yesterday come flooding back. Terror wells up inside you, a venomous snake wrapping itself around your heart and choking you. Why are you here? Where’s your baby? Panic overtakes you as you frantically search for answers, your eyes feverishly searching the dark corners of the cellar for a clue, a way out.

And then, like lightning in a storm, you see it. Your daughter, your precious treasure, sleeping peacefully in her crib beside you, oblivious to the threat in the air. A sigh of relief escapes your lips, though your anguish continues to clench your throat and twist your stomach. You lean over her and slide a hand over her soft tummy. She seems to be doing just fine. He hasn’t hurt her. More surprisingly, he didn’t kill you... That’s not Michael Myers modus operandi. So… why are you here? What does he want with you? The questions swirl around in your head and gnaw at your insides, without you understanding what’s going on.

Your trembling fingers slowly move up to touch the soft skin of her little hand. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize how vulnerable she is, how you’re both at the mercy of the surrounding darkness... At the mercy of a madman. You’re not stupid enough to believe that if you open the basement door, it will open and you’ll get on with your life as before. As if reading your mind, the creak of the sinister door pierces the silence. Your hair stands on end. Your heart misses a beat. The door opens slowly, revealing a menacing shadow. Your breath freezes in your throat and acid reflux surges up your throat, burning your windpipe.

And there, in the doorway, you see him. Michael Myers. His empty, dark gaze pierces you. He represents a silent threat that chills you to the bone. Fear paralyzes you and your limbs are refusing to answer to your desperate orders to flee.

You’re a prisoner in your own home, at the mercy of a faceless monster bent on your destruction. You feel your strength ebbing away, hope flickering in the darkness as you realize that you’re alone, powerless against the unspeakable horror befalling you.

The flickering light from the basement illuminates a strange figure, a man in a boogeyman mask standing there motionless, like a specter straight out of your darkest nightmares. You don’t understand, none of this makes sense. Your heart pounds in your chest as you instinctively step back, your baby in the crib next to you, a fragile barrier between you and this terrifying intruder.

"What do you want?" Your voice slightly shakes and you’re certain he can sense your fear... Like the wild animal he is.

The man doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze hidden behind the inexpressive mask of a boogeyman. He slowly moves in your direction, as his footsteps sinisterly echo in the room. You stand over the cradle, protective, ready to do anything to defend your child from this unspeakable threat... If you have to be stabbed 15 or 16 times like he did Judith to save her, you’ll do it. She’s the most precious thing in the world to you.

"What do you want?" you asked again, in a sharper tone.

Silence.

Annoyed, you grab the first thing that comes to hand – a box of condoms forgotten on a dusty shelf – and throw it at the masked man. He barely catches it before it hits his latex mask. He drops the condoms to the floor and slowly removes the serial killer’s mask. Your eyes widen. You think you’re dreaming. It’s impossible, isn’t it? You almost choke on your saliva. You’ve never been so disturbed in your life, so much so that your whole being is shaking like a leaf.

Corey.

Your ex, the father of your daughter.

The man you loved and still love.

"Corey?" you whisper, stunned, as if you were in a bad dream.

He looks at you with his dark eyes, reflecting a pain you can’t understand, beyond anything you could imagine. For the first time, you perceive something different… As if he’s not quite the nice guy you used to date.

"I’m sorry," he murmurs at last, his voice little more than a whisper.

You stand there, petrified, unable to move as the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place in your jumbled mind. Why is he there? Why is he covered in blood? Could it be that he’s usurped the notorious serial killer’s name for revenge…? Revenge on whom? So many questions loop in your mind.

"Corey, what happened?"

Your words are barely audible, a desperate plea in the oppressive darkness. He looks away, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his invisible burden.

"I need to talk to you…"

In the suffocating atmosphere, the echo of your breaths intermingles, in a song of fear and confusion. Corey stands before you, still in a menacingly silhouette, his piercing gaze on you… the gaze of a killer.

"We’re together now and no one can separate us," he declares in a deep voice, each syllable falling like a stab into your already wounded heart.

You stare at him, incredulous, unable to understand how events could have taken such a turn. Allyson, his girlfriend, a mere puppet in a game with rules you didn’t catch. Confusion fills you, mixed with a hint of dread, as you desperately try to make sense of it all.

“Corey, what are you talking about?" you gasp, your voice trembling.

He sneers, a cold sound devoid of any humanity.

"Allyson has been nothing but a pawn," he repeats, a touch of disdain tinting his words.

Your eyebrows furrow, your thoughts intertwining in a swirl of confusion and distrust.

"What do you mean?" you ask, anxiety tightening your throat like a vise.

Suddenly, Corey comes closer, his gaze anchored in yours. His hand firmly grasps your chin, forcing you to keep your gaze in his. A flush of panic rises in you, aware that a completely different man is standing in front of you right now… If only you could bring back the old Corey. Now he’s looking at you, as if he’s trying to read your soul, as if he likes to see the fear on your face.

"I hated the idea of you separating me from our daughter," he whispers. "You never gave me a chance."

You hold your breath, your thoughts swirling in a chaotic tumult as his words echo in your mind.

"You didn’t want to assume your paternity and you told me to get an abortion…" you retort, in a tone full of bitterness.

He glances down at the cradle where your daughter rests peacefully, her little arms waving in the air as she chirps, a sign that she’s just woken up to the sounds of your discussion. With a surprising delicacy, Corey takes her in his arms, and presses her against his chest, without hurting her, all of this with a gleam of tenderness in his eyes. One of his hands strokes your daughter’s curls, so similar to his own, then he presses a kiss to her forehead.

Something tells you that a new chapter is opening, charged with mystery and danger, but also with a glimmer of hope... Not forgetting the element of uncertainty.

However, the basement seems to shrink around you, its walls becoming oppressive, threatening to crush you. Corey is still standing in front of you, but he’s putting the baby back in the cradle. On the other hand, your struggle against the bonds holding you captive, icy anguish gripping your heart with its claws.

"Untie me, please," you beg in a trembling voice.

Corey shakes his head, a shadow of distrust hovering in his dark eyes.

"You’ll run," he declares in a calm but resolute voice, each word weighing like a silent condemnation.

You frown, your frustration mixed with a hint of anger.

"Why would I run away? I don’t understand you," you protest, a note of incredulity piercing your fragile voice. A beautiful lie you hope to serve him on a gold platter, but you both know very well why. You suspect he killed people that Halloween night. Something dangerous has awakened in him.

He scrutinizes you with his inscrutable gaze. Then, in a voice devoid of any empathy, he lets slip the brutal truth behind his mask of apparent calm.

"I killed my mother", he reveals coldly, his words reverberating in the heavy cellar air like echoes of doom. "She got what she deserved. And Ronald… Ronald was killed by some kids I wanted to eliminate. They threw me off a bridge a few days ago. Fortunately, I got them all, one by one… Their deaths were equivalent to their degree of involvement in my torment."

He smirks, then snicker. A shiver of fear rips through your spine and you wince as best you can. How can he announce such a thing so lightly? A wave of horror washes over you, a deadly embrace that compresses your chest and suffocates every part of your being. Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes mist with tears. This isn’t your Corey, this isn’t the man you loved. It’s a monster, a predator lurking in the shadows, ready to strike without mercy.

You feel trapped, imprisoned in a hell you can barely understand. Fear seeps into every fiber of your being, a throbbing pain that twists your insides. What are you going to do now that you know the truth? How can you escape this unspeakable horror that threatens you from all sides?

He slowly comes nearer, his face so close to yours so you can feel his warm breath skimming your skin. Your heart pounds in your chest. A wave of panic rises inside you and that same suffocating sensation threatens to engulf you.

"You’re gonna love me again like you used to," he whispers, in a voice as soft as it is tinged with madness.

Terrorized, you nod weakly, your eyes fixed on his, a flicker of despair in your gaze. He smiles, a smile devoid of warmth, a smile that chills you to the bone.

Then, in a dark, sinister voice, he breathes the words that echo like a warning in the tension-filled air: "You belong to me".

A shiver of horror runs down your spine as you realize the magnitude of the threat b You’re a prisoner in your own basement, at the mercy of a man you no longer recognize, a man who seems to have lost most of his humanity… He’s the darkness.

You’re trapped.

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[Author’s notes] Should I write another part? Do you have ideas for another part? Again, sorry if it’s not developed enough. I would totally do it if I was writing one of my novels.

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