#michael myers x you x corey cunningham

[toxicanonymity]

Michael Makes Corey Watch

900 | NSFW 18+ variety of dark depravity incl. Forced masturbation / cuckolding

Michael Myers x Fem!Reader, Corey Cunningham

Original: Michael Makes Them Watch.

AU where Michael and Corey meet in a different way like if he was a bystander in Michael's game (rules recapped under 'keep reading'). There is so much cucking going on here.

Enjoy & Happy Shaperil!

Michael's Game (Rules):

Watch or you die

Jack off or you die

Come before Michael or you die

You're running from Michael and end up on the Cunningham doorstep.  You're new to the neighborhood and don't know them well. You've seen Corey doing yardwork and couldn't help but notice him, but his mother keeps him locked up.  Their porch light is on, so you bang frantically on the door.  Joan demands to know what you're doing out so late, until she sees Michael trailing behind you.  She lets you in and locks the door, yelling in her northern accent "Corey!!!!" because Ronald isn't home.  

You're not thinking clearly, so you run upstairs to hide.  Michael kicks in the door while you're still on the stairs.  He immediately stabs Joan to death.  You end up in Corey's room and close the door behind you.  Corey is confused. He's sitting up in bed wearing only briefs and just putting his glasses on. He asks you what's going on, then Michael busts in. Michael grabs him by the throat and holds him for a good 30 seconds with Corey choking, grasping at Michael's hand, and getting hard.  Michael drags him down the stairs while you hide in another room.   There's a bunch of commotion downstairs, then Michael stomps back up and finds you.  Michael throws you over his shoulder and brings you down to the dining room where Corey is tied up, duct tape on his mouth. 

Michael slams you face down on the empty dining room table and starts ripping your clothes off.  Corey's trying desperately to get free, but his efforts only push him back from the table so you can see his whole body. He looks good. You didn't realize how bad you wanted to tie him up and ride him until this moment.  You're startled from your fantasies when Corey's eyes widen as he looks behind you, and you feel Michael's cock slap your ass. A pang of pleasure shoots through you.  It's not that you want Michael, but it's natural to get aroused when you fear for your life, and it's also natural to get aroused by the touch of a nice, hard cock.  

Corey won't make eye contact with you.  In fact, he starts averting his gaze entirely.  Michael is none too pleased.  He drags Corey's chair closer.   Then, he takes Corey's already-hard cock out of his briefs. Corey's face turns red and he tries to look away.  Michael grabs his jaw, turning his head toward you. Then he puts Corey's hand around his cock before returning to the head of the table behind you.  

Michael spreads your legs and yanks you to the edge of the table.  His large hand engulfs your dripping wet pussy and gathers your slick.  He reaches over and spreads it on Corey's cock before returning to you.   

Corey is hesitant to jerk off at first but Michael puts his knife to his throat and makes it very clear Corey must watch and must get off.  

"It's okay," you mouth to Corey.

He still hesitates.  

"Fucking do it," you say. "Please " you mouth.  

Michael's hands around your thighs send a chill down your spine, then you feel the round dagger of his cockhead nudge your warm, wet hole.    

Corey timidly strokes himself. You take a deep breath and pretend it's Corey who's about to ram  into you.  You watch Corey with his thick cock in his massive hand using your juices as lube and it turns you on. Thank God. Because you need to be as wet as humanly possible to take what's coming. 

Michael plunges his unholy length into you.  You groan as he parts your insides.  You watch Corey's mouth fall open and his strong chest fill with air as he strokes himself.  His brow furrows and his lip quivers.  

Michael pummels you unforgivingly, yanking your thighs back like a wheelbarrow as he looms over the dining room table and your body sticks to the tablecloth, sliding back toward him with each brutal thrust.   A traitorous tension coils deep inside you as you pretend you’re getting railed by Corey. 

You want to see Corey come.  You let yourself moan.  You push yourself up on your forearms so Corey can see your breasts.  Michael spanks you so hard your asscheek goes numb.

Corey watches Michael fuck you.  He strokes himself at full-strength, sweating, grunting into the duct tape, wild curls bouncing in his face, tears running down his pink cheeks.  He looks so hot like that.  

Michael’s hands engulf your torso and feel surprisingly nice on your breasts.  He grunts, then Corey groans into the duct tape and you begin to unravel as you watch his hips lift and cum spills out of his fist.  You gasp and moan as the pressure within you springs free.  It squeezes and releases your whole body in waves and you clench down on Michael’s cock, milking him of an unfathomable load. 

Michael comes inside you until you’re overflowing with his seed, then leaves you there. Ronald is pulling into the driveway and Michael kills him on his way out.   

Corey keeps crying and apologizing.   He seems more upset about what Michael did to you than what Michael did to his mother.  You take the duct tape off Corey but think about leaving him tied up. Maybe you'll come back later, maybe not. Maybe you'll have some fun while you're at it.  

@ethanhoewke @rebel-blue @wolvesandvampires

[djorgcre]

this is my meal i call this ✨girl dinner✨

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 4

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, talks of violence

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

"I'm pissed off," you shouted, finally getting out of the sad funk you had been in the night before. When you slammed a cabinet a little too hard, Jessie's eyes lifted toward you from behind her coffee cup.

"Okay," she said in a way that reminded you of a therapist. "You can be pissed off. You have every right to be but, uh, what did that cabinet do to you?" The end part wasn't an actual lecture. She chuckled as she spoke the last few words.

"I just don't get it," you went on, shoving your own coffee mug beneath the Keurig and reaching for a pod beside it. A part of you feared Joel might actually remove himself fully from your life. You didn't want that.

"I'm not excusing the way he handled things with you, because he didn't have any right to be a jerk," Jessie began. "But I can't imagine being in his shoes. He was so on guard when we were there, like he was afraid to move. And then that asshole had to come in and ruin it when he finally started to relax. I mean, Joel was not charged with murder, or even manslaughter. I don't know why this town demonizes him so much."

"That's why I want to keep this a secret from Winnie and Chrissy. I love them but they won't even think about giving him a chance."

Jess zipped her lips. "I got you covered, girl."

You smiled. "Thank you."

"I didn't really know what he looked like, but he's hot at least." Your friend said, beginning to toy with an LL Bean catalogue that sat on the kitchen table.

"He is, isn't he?" You almost sighed when you said that, but remembered you were mad and your posture changed accordingly as you continued to prepare your coffee. "Nope, I'm still pissed."

Jessie licked her fingers and flipped to the next page. "Well, you go right ahead and be pissed." She looked back at you, pretending to scold you. "Just don't go slamming things."

You giggled and went to join her at the small kitchen table.

"Did you kiss him last night?"

You half-smiled and shook your head. "No."

"Not even in the photobooth?" Jessie wondered aloud. She glanced around. "Where's the picture strip?"

You glanced around. "I.. don't even know. Probably my purse or my car." You shook your head. "Things were going so well. We were having so much fun."

You both sipped on your coffee and from somewhere outside you heard the revving of a motorcycle. The noise grew louder and louder as it approached and the two of you exchanged a glance.

"Is this your boy, now?" Jessie jumped up out of her chair and practically raced you toward the front windows that overlooked the front yard.

"Jessie!"

"It's him." She turned to you and laughed.

"Shit." You put a hand on your forehead and turned to her. "What do I do? What do I say?"

"Want me to buffer so you can get your thoughts together?"

It was the best idea you could think of, and so you nodded and tried to come up with a plan of action in your mind. When the motorcycle's engine turned off, Jessie yanked open the front door and met Joel halfway on the front porch that lead into the house.

"Hi there." Jessie looked at him with accusatory eyes and Joel immediately put his tail between his legs.

"Hey. I'm sorry to just drop by like this. But is-"

"She's here," your friend cut him off, placing her hands on her hips.

"Would, uh, would it be alright if I talked to her? I'd like to apologize for the way I acted last night."

Jessie looked over her shoulder at you through the open front door and gave a subtle wink, though when she turned back to Joel turned her face back to stone and shrugged. "I'll see if she'll come talk to you."

You allowed Jessie back inside, exchanging a little smile before you took her place outside on the porch.

Joel immediately closed the gap between the two of you and you didn't attempt to move away. Being close to him again felt good, despite still being a bit mad.

"I just want to say I'm sorry," He went on, "For the way I acted last night. I took everything out on you and you're the only person, besides Ron at the garage, who's been nice to me in a really long time."

You shifted your eyes to meet his more directly and he went on.

"I really don't want to push you away. And as hard as things have been for me this year, it's no excuse to treat you that way." He concluded with. "I'm really sorry."

It was genuine. You knew that for certain. Joel experienced a trauma that he was forced to relive and be punished for day after day after day. You were his safety net, and so you felt as though he was allowed a little slip - especially after the incident with the man the night before.

"I'm sorry too," you began but Joel shook his head.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I pushed you to go out with me," you went on. "I didn't stop to think of how hard it might've been for you."

"I enjoyed yesterday," Joel told you, "Like you said to me on the street last night, that was the best time I've had in a very long time. I fucked it up."

"You didn't."

"I did." Joel nodded. "And I was hoping maybe you'd let me take you on another ride? I kind of want you to know.. everything."

You swallowed hard and then gave a little nod. "Let me just go get a light jacket."

When you turned to head back inside, you felt Joel pull you back with a light tug of your hand. You immediately saw the heightened vulnerability in his eyes.

"Thank you," he said. "For giving me a chance. Not just now, today, but in the coffee shop. You have no idea how much that means to me."

Okay, you officially weren't mad anymore. You wanted to cry for him. Not just Joel's words but the tone of his voice made your entire chest cavity feel heavy.

You leaned toward him and wrapped your arms around him, suspecting he hadn't had a real hug in awhile. For a long moment you just stood there, holding him against you with a hand on the back of his head.

Joel sighed and he allowed you to embrace him until you finally pulled back.

"I'll be right back."

"Okay." He answered.

You hurried inside and right away Jessie mouthed the words: did you kiss him? It eased some of the tension and made you laugh quietly as you shook your head and hurried toward the coat closet.

"I'll be back later on," you told her.

"Enjoy." She wiggled her eyebrows and bid you farewell before you joined Joel outside again.

You didn't ask him where you were going because, frankly, you didn't care. When you straddled the bike behind him, you felt content; at ease.

Joel started up the bike and you wrapped your arms around him and rested the side of your face against his back as you left the driveway. This time, you didn't look around like you had the night before. You closed your eyes, embraced the cool breeze and enjoyed the comfort of being so close to Joel. His scent was intoxicating.

You were sure you should have been a little bit afraid, but there wasn't even the smallest part of you that was. You felt completely free on the back of Joel's motorcycle.

He took a turn down a road that was leading up toward the the junkyard, but it wasn't quite that far. Joel slowed the bike down across the street from the lone structure on that end of the street - an old ice cream shop. Aside from the little brown and white building, there was nothing but trees that surrounded you.

A little neon sign on the window of the shop read, OPEN. A pumpkin sign hung in the window above it and the door was covered in fake spiderwebs.

"Why didn't you pull in?" You asked, suspecting Joel was planning on getting you ice cream.

He motioned up to the right corner of the shop beneath the roof. "You see that tiny camera right there?"

You squinted and gave a nod. "Yeah."

"That's the reason I'm not serving a life sentence."

Your eyebrows pressed together. "What?"

Joel turned his head partway around and you both got off the bike. When you were face to face you were able to give him your full attention.

"This is where it happened," he went on. "The incident. I had a flat tire on my truck after I left work one night. I broke down over here and I was changing it."

You had goosebumps already. You had wanted to hear what happened right from Joel's mouth but you would never have pressed the situation. Still, being here, right where it all happened, had you a bit shook.

"A car came rushing up behind me and I kind of thought they were going to offer to help at first," Joel explained. "But Johnny Watkins and Chase Hall hopped out, both drunk as hell, and started making demands. Everything from give me your wallet to, we're going to take your car."

"Holy shit, Joel."

"When I told them to get lost and they ended up ripping my spare tire off the car and Johnny hit me in the face." He ran a hand through his hair, "They beat the hell out of me and then demanded my keys but I threw the keys into the woods so they wouldn't get the satisfaction of it."

You wanted to hug him. How had this town branded *him* the monster?

"That pissed them off even more and at some point Johnny got his hands on a chain from the back of my pickup and started to strangle me with it while Chase recorded it on his phone. He tried to delete the footage later but the police were able to recover it. Between that and," he motioned to the building's camera again, "their security footage, they ruled I wasn't guilty of anything."

Joel went on. "When he had the chain around my neck I managed to back pedal and we fell down this little embankment over here." He motioned beyond the edge of the road to where the thick of the woods began to take shape. "Johnny broke his neck. Other than being a little banged up from them jumping me, I was fine."

"Joel, that's awful. All of it. I'm so, so sorry." You didn't have the correct words to say to him. You didn't know if there was such a thing.

"Even though they did all that to me, I've still had a hard time dealing with the fact that I was a factor in his death."

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"It doesn't matter." Joel shook his head. "That night is on constant replay in my mind. And everyone in town hates me over it because he was a local celebrity around here. Everyone knew Johnny. And to them I'm just some schmuck who killed him."

Joel looked down the embankment and you carefully pulled him into a hug. When his arms wrapped around you, you held him tighter and spoke into his ear quietly.

"You're a great man, Joel," you told him. "And you deserve better than all of this."

"Yeah, well, you saw what happened at the bar last night."

"Well, the whole town could burn for all I care," you told him, glancing up at him now. "And I would light the match." You placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry the world has let you down so badly."

Joel swallowed hard. "I just wanted you to hear it directly from me."

"I never believed the bullshit stories."

His eyes danced across yours, roaming from the left to right and back again a few times. "Why did you offer me the free food that day in your shop? Why do you bother with me?"

"I just thought you looked like a man who needed a friend, or just somebody to talk to." Your eyes never left his. "There was a sadness in you that I couldn't ignore anymore - and I don't know how anyone could."

"I've had a hard time navigating life since that day." He sighed out loud again. "That's why I come in for coffee at night. I don't like to see a lot of people, and I don't think they like to see a lot of me."

"Well, sometimes all you need are a few good people," you told him. "And I don't plan on going anywhere so you better get used to me."

Joel gave half, closed-mouth grin and the mood grew just a tad lighter. "So, I didn't totally blow it last night?"

You shook your head. "You didn't blow it." You took the initiative and perched up onto your toes and kissed him on the cheek, letting your lips linger there just above his facial hair.

Joel's face often gave away the shock he was feeling. That was one thing you had begun to recognize about him. He swallowed hard again when you pulled away.

"I'm sorry," you said again.

"It's fine." He nodded toward the ice cream shop. "You want one since we're here?"

You didn't want to linger there any longer. Getting ice cream at that shop was too eerie of a thought. You were glad Joel had confided in you and told you all about what had happened, but the idea of having ice cream right there in that spot didn't feel right.

"How about if I treat you down at the Dairy Mart instead?" You offered.

Joel nodded again. "Thank you. I know this is a lot."

Staring up at him, you couldn't help it. You leaned in and felt relief when he reciprocated. Your lips met and it was like a release for both of you as your bodies relaxed against one another's.

Your stomach had that rush of excitement, the way it did you went on a rollercoaster. Joel's hand rested on your face and he kissed you a little harder before you parted, both breathing heavy.

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You let yours flicker open and closed them again when you pecked his lips once more.

Joel sighed contently and you pulled him back in for another hug. He held you tightly against him and let out a breath against your neck, sending goosebumps down your back.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"Yeah." He finally pulled back to face you and toyed with a strand of hair by your face. "You don't mind being seen in public with me? At the Dairy Mart or where ever."

"I want people to see me with you," you told him honestly. "I'm on your side."

Joel had that vulnerable look in his eyes again and he leaned back in to kiss you once more chastely on the lips.

You placed a hand on his cheek. "Come on. My treat."

"Only if you let me make you dinner."

A smile finally formed on your face again and you gave a little nod. "Deal."

CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER 5

@untamedheart81 @amyispxnk @grogusmum

[cordelium]

on inmate work detail as a janitor ✓

mullet, tattoos, and scars ✓

has your phone number written right above his dick ✓

secretly a redhead ✓

bitchy survivor!corey inspired by slutty slutty Day 4 of @toxicanonymity's and @slutforstabbings' devastatingly good fics, linked here and here respectively.

@cordelium's links

[x] art masterlist

[x] ko-fi

[x] commissions

(i like him better in glasses)

[loveandmurders]

Halloween Masterlist

Romantic relationship with Michael

Knife and fire: meeting Michael at the asylum headcanons (female reader x Myers)

Michael being your painkillers (NSFW headcanons, female reader x Myers)

Single mother (female reader x Michael Myers)

Falling for the darkness (plus size female reader x Vampire!Michael Myers)

Michael got Stockholm Syndrome imagine (GN reader x Myers)

Sibling relationship with Michael

You’re... my big brother? (rewriting of Halloween, Michael Myers x sister reader)

Romantic relationship with Corey

The beginning of a love story (Corey Cunningham x female reader) // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

[horrorslvt]

𖹭 ── Halloween.

Michael Myers.

Domestic life.

Summary: What would it be like to live with these different slashers/killers.

Corey Cunningham.

Love languages.

Summary: Some of the love languages of some of the slashers/killers.

Karma is my boyfriend.

Summary: Your ex boyfriend was always very controlling, mean, and just plain toxic towards you, thankfully you got out of that relationship and started dating Corey who was way nicer to you and was a very devoted lover. Unfortunately, ghosts from your past haunted you, but karma was always on your side.

The great war.

Summary: You and Corey have known each other for years, and you never really had a lot of fights, but there are some issues that can't be ignored for long.

Lover of mine.

Summary: You had a rough and exhausting week, but it was worth it if you got to have moments like this with your boyfriend Corey.

Begging.

Summary: It felt really good to push your boyfriends buttons and see how desperate he could get, but it felt even better to give him what he wanted.

Would've, could've, should've.

Summary: You were always nice with Corey without caring about what everyone else said about him, but you should've cared, and you should've run when you had the chance.

Wiped kisses.

Summary: After scrolling on your phone for an hour and a half, you saw a pretty funny trend on tiktok and decided to try out on your boyfriend Corey.

Glass.

Summary: Your boyfriend Corey could be a bit possessive, and he made it very clear that he loved when you had something on that showed that you were his, so you decided to tease him a bit by wearing his shirt.

Jealousy.

Summary: Corey was an amazing boyfriend, but sometimes his insecurities could make him say things he didn't really mean.

Foolish.

Summary: Corey couldn't be more proud to be your boyfriend. He loves you so much. He would do anything for you. Any obstacle that threatens your relationship deserves to be eliminated.

Family function.

Summary: You never knew how to deal with feelings in a healthy normal way, usually you never liked anyone enough to have to face that problem but Corey was different and he made you feel stronger things anyone has ever made you feel before.

Bear hugs.

Summary: You didn't really like working late, but you did like getting picked up by your boyfriend Corey when you had to work late.

Lemon, milk and chai tea.

From this prompt list.

When you walk away.

Summary: You loved your best friend Corey, maybe a bit too much, so it was completely normal for you to get hurt when he left you behind for Allyson. What maybe wasn't normal was how you reacted to this.

365.

Summary: Your friend Corey could maybe have a weird attitude, but how could you get mad at him when he was always there when you felt upset or lonely.

Dream of you.

Summary: You had a rather heated dream, and your boyfriend Corey helped you out when he noticed.

Little secret.

Summary: Your boyfriend Corey wanted you to go with him to a "family reunion," and things ended up getting a bit spicy without your parents-in-law knowledge.

Fluff a to z/abc with Corey.

Illicit affairs.

Summary: After finding out evidence of the reason why you've been colder lately, Corey decided to take matters into his own hands.

Laurie Strode.

Nothing yet.

Allyson Nelson.

Nothing yet.

[writing-good-vibes]

holy water

do i have a weird thing about baths? maybe. another instalment of the road trip, one day i'll add some plot, but for now all i have to say is: he fucked that old man.

WARNING for corey x michael relationship, smut, age difference (not really mentioned but there are details that make it clear), bath sex in a motel, smoking, implied mentions of murder and maybe some very, very light implications of dubcon(?) but it is entirely up to interpretation and i'm really only mentioning it to be extra safe. 1.3k ish words.

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (if anyone else wants to be tagged in corey related things, just let me know !!)

Corey groans as he sinks down into the hot water.

It had been a few weeks since they'd stopped at a motel, and Corey was going to make the most of it this time, he swore he'd never take the luxury of a cheap motel for granted ever, ever again. The second they'd settled in their room for the night, Corey started running a bath, stripping off his filthy clothes while he waited for it to fill. He doesn't even bother to add any of the cheap soap, the steaming water being enough on its own to soothe his exceptionally aching bones.

So there he lies, the glass ashtray from the room balanced on the edge of the bath along with his matchbook, and a cigarette smouldering between his fingers. He props one foot on the bath ledge, the other anchors him in place. The water laps up his shoulders and around his neck, and Corey's eyes close on reflex, letting himself be lulled into that empty space between awake and asleep.

The room drips with condensation, steam making the air thick without the aid of a fan to draw out the humidity.

Corey had almost forgotten about Michael, knowing he's perfectly capable of entertaining himself (as far as Michael can ever be entertained) while Corey has his little indulgences, until he soundlessly wanders in. No knocking, no tactful cough to alert him, nothing at all to suggest he's there at all. But even with his own eyes closed, Corey can feel Michael watching, can feel his dark eyes burning his skin like the water in the tub had been.

Now the water is only lukewarm. Corey looks up at Michael, stood in the door way, and his cock twitches beneath the water.

He isn't sure Michael is actually in the mood. Corey's learnt, after having Michael walk in on him more times than he can count at this point, that nakedness does very little for Michael. Years of limited privacy at the hospital have made him indifferent to boundaries like that, was Corey's best guess. And he's mostly right; Michael hadn't taken a bath or shower in 50 years without someone there keeping watch. Corey wonders if that's what Michael's doing to him, keeping watch. Watching him because Corey's emotionally unstable; Corey who can swing from quiet, repressed rage, to screaming hysteria, to childish glee, to heaving violence. Corey who, if Michael doesn't keep him in check, could end up being more trouble than he's worth.

Six months ago, in a motel just like this one, Michael had intruded on Corey while he was in the bath. Unlike so many times before, Corey wasn't pleased to see him. With his knees tucked up to his chin, Corey's face was splotchy with tears rather than the hot water he was wallowing in, and his eyes are wet and wide with some emotion Michael couldn't identify.

"Go away!" he'd wailed, pointing out of the room. Michael went. It didn't matter much to him, in fact he found it rather interesting to witness the ways in which Corey could work himself into a state before he simply snapped. Still, when Michael settled back in the bed, back straight against the headboard, he muted the TV, listening instead to Corey's sobbing pity-party through the plywood door that separated them.

Corey never shouted at Michael so directly; his love for him so strong he'd let him do almost anything to him without complaint. But for once, Corey wasn't in the mood and Michael's intrusion only made him feel vulnerable, made him feel smaller than he already did. He wanted to be alone. He wanted his momma but she was dead.

Two hours later, Corey reappeared, looking pink and tired, but somewhat pacified. There's a look in his eye, distant and pitiful. He'd felt so bad for shouting at Michael that he dropped to his knees on the gritty, once-beige carpet and crawled closer, "M'sorry I yelled, let me make it up to you?"

His fingers were wrinkly from the bath water, and rough against Michael's heavy cock. Corey drooled around him, and any animosity there might have been got drowned out by the sounds he made, lewd and dirty in the quiet sanctuary of their room for the night.

But today Corey is more than happy to shoot his shot, see if Michael is game for it. "Are you just checking on me?" he asks, watching for any of Michael's almost imperceptible tics.

Michael remains totally still. Watching him back.

Corey snubs his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, hand going beneath the water to palm himself. Corey was less subtle, he already had a chub just from the possibility. "Or do you wanna...?"

Michael, leisurely as ever, unzips the fleece he's wearing, then his trousers. As his clothes come off, they get added ontop of the pile Corey's have already made in the corner of the room.

Corey watches ravenously, enraptured by each strong line of Michael's body that gets revealed, from his sinewy biceps to his thick abdomen, down to the V of his hips, he lingers on Michael's cock, unfairly big even when he's soft. Corey's snapped from his reverie when he catches the tremor of Michael's left hand as he drops his boxers onto the clothes pile. Corey jumps up, water sloshing over the edge of the tub as he climbs out, putting a tentative hand on Michael's shoulder, "I'll run a new bath."

They wait in silence while Corey pulls the plug, draining the bleak, tepid water and refills the bath. Steam thickens the air again, ghostly tear tracks mark the mirror as new condensation gathers.

Corey wouldn't dream of helping Michael in -- it'd be too much of an insult to the older man, no matter how stupidly subservient Corey lets himself be -- but he holds his breath as Michael steps over the edge of the tub and lowers himself into the hot water.

Corey sits on the tiled floor and leans his cheek against the panelled side. His cock has slowly been hardening, red and aching against his belly, but he can wait. Let's Michael wash away the grime and sweat of the road. Let's him have this moment of true quiet. He keeps his eyes down, away from Michael's battered body.

Corey's being patient, and Michael knows it. Can see the way Corey squirms as he dutifully waits, like a dog who knows better than to beg but still needs to be close by, in case some scraps might just happen to fall from the table. Slowly, the older man reaches out, wraps a weathered hand around Corey's soft bicep.

The younger man looks up through feathery eyelashes, smiles shyly like he doesn't usually as good as throw himself at Michael every chance he gets. He sinks down between Michael's legs, curled up tight because the tub really isn't big enough for the both of them.

Again, they sit quietly, their breathing loud in the still room. Corey shifts his legs, trying to ease the pressure of his hard-on as his eyes drift lower, to where Michael's cock sits heavy beneath the water. Leaning forward, Corey wraps his hand around Michael's hot skin.

"You do wanna," Corey teases. Want is a funny way of putting it.

It's awkward and uncomfortable, but it's so good; fingers scrabbling for leverage on the wet surfaces and gripping tight onto flesh, knees digging into ribs, water spilling, soaking the tile, gasps and grunts echoing through the dampness.

Corey fumbles with his matchbook, desperately trying to keep his rhythm while he relights his cigarette. On his shuddering exhale, smoke plumes from Corey's nose, replacing the dwindling steam with a cloud of bittersweet smoke.

[mmmmbreadsoup]

Backstory

Words - 1.2k 

2nd POV

gn!reader

Warnings: Light murder, hints of abandonment, Michael Myers

It was a bleary night that you were having. Soaking sneakers and hunger settled in your stomach, as you struggled to get up. You couldn’t give up now though. Proving your worth was a crucial step to gaining his favor. If you could gain his favor, then you could stay by his side. Unfortunately, that useless Corey Cunningham betrayed him and made everything more difficult. It wasn’t that impressive; what he did. You didn’t know what Myers saw in that pathetic idiot. No use worrying over it now. You swore to him that you’d prove yourself useful. 

You woke up in some random bed. It was pretty weird, and pretty anxiety inducing. You thought that someone had kidnapped you, but Myers was the only one there. Then if Myers was there, that means he probably took you here to rest. Looking around, you saw a dusty table with what seems to be a broken alarm clock. Seems like nobody had tended to the house in a while. There was light coming from the window meaning it was daytime. No wonder Michael wasn’t here. Despite people not seeing him until Halloween, he was with you most nights. Though sadly, he doesn’t show during days, unless it’s important. You swung your feet off the bed, landing on the cold hard ground. Hearing the boards creak made you nervous. With how old the house is, it’s bound to have a few boards loose enough to fall through. After searching the house with precaution, it was pretty clear no one had lived here for a while. A few people passed by the house a few times throughout the day. Considering you didn’t want to go back to the house you used to live in, you decided to crash in this house for a bit. It wasn’t a bad place to stay all considering that apparently food had been getting replaced. There was a whole loaf of bread almost a month before the expiration date. Myers probably had come here often when he had nowhere to go. Then you realized, there was only ever one house in the town that had been abandoned like this. And also inhabited by Myers like this. The Myers residence. It filled you with joy to know that he had trusted you enough to bring you to his house. The very house he hated to have other people in. So overjoying, the whole experience. This was basically him showing how much he trusted you. The rest of the day was just a normal, boring, lounging around day. Except for that time, you saw a huge rat eating at some wood in the corner.

Snapping out of it, you found yourself at the end of the street. No time for reminiscing anymore though. It’s soon to be night, and with night comes Myers, obviously. He came from the bushes with the same mask and knife as always. Gave you a quick head pat before walking towards the first victim’s house. You wore a smile, that would be sure to stay as long as you're with him, as you skipped down the sidewalk next to him. Living as his apprentice/child would be a nice life. Well, that’s what you could say, other people, not so much.

[ultrainstinctslasher]

Send Corey asks plz. This mans got me drooling.

[screamiac]

Just so everyone knows because I haven't been clear with it lol, I take requests!! Currently not for fics but for like little drabbles and like, headcanons, so feel free to send in ur lil thoughts, they can be nsfw or sfw, it doesn't matter, and I might elaborate on them !! <3

[toxicanonymity]

Rock Bottom Ch 6: Rock Hard

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

Summary: They just can't help themselves 🥵

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

Rock Bottom Index - All Chapters

Check out the art by @cordelium from Ch 5. commissions please don't repost their work without permission.

@ethanhoewke @kuromi2005 @rebel-blue @wolvesandvampires

18+ MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I sucked his cock," Corey says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She reaches into his briefs. 

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

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

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

Corey inhales deeply. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Corey swallows. 

"He wants you alive," she adds.

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

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

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

"Are you sure?" She asks. 

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

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

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

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

"Is back-up coming?" He asks her.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A noise outside startles him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Corey starts to whisper, “should we-”

"Shhh. Don't move," she says. 

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

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

-

The footsteps resume and get closer, heavier.  

A shadow appears.

Then a shape.

It's Michael Myers.   

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

-

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

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

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

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Werewolf! Slashers X Reader Headcannons

Author's note: I had this idea since I done Werewolf Michael, Jason, Corey, and Billy. I figured I would do other slashers fucking Reader.

18+ Minors DNI Teratophilla

Characters: Michael Myers (78, 07 and 2018), Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Corey Cunningham, Thomas Hewitt, and Bubba Saywer

Michael Myers 78

Being spicy, he wants to fuck in his Werewolf forme

Better have him lick your pussy, he definitely needs it

The big Wolf like cock lines up with your hole till he pushed in

You better hold on for dear life. He's thrusting hard and fast

The feeling of his knot hitting the entrance of you pussy is mind melting

He's going to push his knot into you as he's close to cumming.

Ropes of hot seeds floods your womb as he cums

Globs of semen leaking as he slowly pulled his cock out

You want this to happen again another time cause if the pleasure

Jason Voorhees

Him being horny in his Lycan form , he doesn't want to go down on you cause he doesn't want to hurt you with his Cock

Being turned on by his monstrous Wolf dick you began to give him oral

Jason being confused by this but didn't let you stop. It was feeling good on his throbbing cock

You slide onto him with ease, filling you up

Riding on Jason's cock, you moaned as you glide up and down on him

Jason started to thrust into you as he held on to your hips.

"Good Boy Jason, who's a good boy?" You said as you moaned, he whimpered, saying me

Jason pushed you onto his Knot as you both orgasm. Hot seed shot out of his tip as your womb fills up, bloating your stomach

He slides out as you kiss his nose

Michael Myers RZ

Oh boy, he's going to make you feel real good

Big boy is eating you out to make you wet enough for his red rocket to slide in with is

Michael is going to put you on all fours as he slides in

You went to Pound Town as he held on to your hips

His cock was big and felt real good. Feeling full from his dick fucking into your cunt

The drool fell from his mouth and fell on your back, and he continuously fucks you.

As he got close to cumming, he pushed his knot into your hole as you orgasm

Once, twice, and held as he fills you up with ropes of cum

"Oh my god, Michael, you could make me pregnant from that load." You said as you felt his dick finish his release

Sliding his dick out, his seed leaked out of your enlarged Pussy

Brahms Heelshire

Him being a Wolfman than a Werewolf, he gotten a bit gurthy down there

Still he wants to give you a great time

Being careful as he can, he slides in after teasing your clit

"Oh god, Brahmsy." You said as he thrusts into you

Beauty and The Beast eat your heart out

Brahms will hold on to you as he was getting closer to cumming

He howls when he releases, filling up your womb with his Seed

"Who's my good boy." You said

Peepaw Michael Myers

Old Dog learns new Tricks

He's definitely needs a good release

Wet as you can be he will side his cock in before he starts pounding

His balls will slap against your ass while he fucks you

You'll be in so much pleasure as Michael fills your hole with his big wolf cock

His knot will get pushed in when Michael Cums filling your pussy while he Howls

His seed leaks out when he pulls out

Bo Sinclair

Oh baby, he's Big when he's a Rougarou

He'll tease you with his big cock before he'll slip in

Oh God, he's going to make you scream in pleasure as he fills you up, hitting every spot in you

He doesn't have a knot, but just have a bigger cock compared to him when he's human

When he's about to cum He'll thrust closer to you before he'll still as his semen fills your womb

"Oh Bo, Fuck, Fuck, Your filling me up"

He'll stay there till he finishes

He'll pull out when he's done

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent hates the pain of changing, but the fact you're turned on by his form was a Shock to him

You give him oral on his big penis, going for a bit deep throat

Vincent's foot taps vigorously from the pleasure of your mouth

You bounce on him as he held your hips, so don't fall off

Eyes roll in the back of your head as the pleasure of Vincent's cock in your pussy

He carefully lays you down as he begins to continue the pace

Vincent thrusts and thrusts before stopping as he shakes from the pleasure as he fills your hole with his Cum

He pulls out afterward before you kiss his nose

Thomas Hewitt

He's not furry compared to an average Werewolf cause if he would overheat from the Texas heat

But he's got a big dick with a knot like a Werewolf

My God, you're going to be wided up by Thomas

Being careful about his big dick into your small hole, he'll slowly push in before gently thrusting

Every spot in your vagina was being hit by Thomas's cock as he carefully thrusts

As he started to pick up the pace, as you became more wet

Thomas started pounds into you as you screamed in pleasure

His thrusting started to become sloppy as he put you in the Mating Press

His knot will get pushed in before he'll still letting his cum fill you up making your belly bloated

He's staying in to plug you

Corey Cunningham

The fact that you're dating him, the poor boy got bitten by Michael after he left a party you both attended

Oh boy, when you discover him in his Werewolf forme, you couldn't help but think about that side when you both sleep in your bed

He changed while you both were having sex. You felt how big he was getting while he changed

Oh baby, you became so turned on by the Werewolf part. He felt the difference when he finished charging

It's hard pounding away

He's going to fuck you real good as you squealed from pleasure

Corey will hold your hips before his thrusting becomes sloppy as he gets closer to his orgasm

You reach yours when he stilled

He pulls out before he finishes cumming leting some paint your stomach

Bubba Saywer

Much like Thomas, Bubba doesn't have much hair either. But has the same big dong

He was shocked about you wanting him to bang you (Teratophilla is straight on here)

Being careful like Thomas, Bubba will push his tip into your hole before thrusting

Bubba loved how tight you were compared when he's human

"Oh, Bubba, you feel so good."

Bubba will pick up the pace while his knot smacks against your pussy and clit making you unwhined

You locked him as he pounds away as you moaned in pleasure

He'll push his knot when he's close to cumming and still as he let ropes of cum release into your womb

He's giving you kisses afterwards

[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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Kim Seo-Yun x gn!reader | Kim Jeong-Hyun x gn!reader | drabble: ♡ "You make me feel like I am clean again"

α!Kim Jeong-Hyun x Ω!ftm!reader | ABO AU: ♡ " You’re the one who brought the dawn to my eternal nights. " [1/3] ♡ ☁ "I can make it right" [2/3] ↺ ♡ ☁ "The reason I survived in hell - was for you, it was not for me." [3/3]

Arcane (2021) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

VANDER x ftm!prostitute!reader: ♡ "You better lock your door and look at me a little more (we both know I'm worth waitin' for)" [1/3] ♡ ☁ "That heavy breathin' on the floor" [2/3] ↺ ♡ ☁ "I'm yours, I'm yours" [3/3]

JAYCE TALIS x male!reader X VIKTOR | drabble: jayvikyn drabble

Avatar (2009) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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Call of Duty (2022) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Konig x male!reader: ♡ "Oh, oh-oh"

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DCU ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

JASON TODD x male!reader: "You get me so high"

Dead by Daylight (2016) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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Jutjutsu Kaisen (2018) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

GOJO SATORU x male!husband!reader: ☁ "I WANT THE YOU WHO WANTS ME AGAIN" [1/3] ☁ "WHY AM I IN LOVE ALONE? (WHY AM I HURTING ALONE?)" [2/3] ☁♡ "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME (PLEASE DON'T FALL)" [3/3] ☁ alternate ending [AU] ☁♡ "YOU ALREADY HAVE A PIECE OF MY HEART (WHICH I HAVE NEVER GIVEN TO YOU)" | au's and what ifs drabble ↳ ❛ __ ❜ [playlist link]

poly!GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU x male!reader: ♡ "He's just like candy, he's so sweet"

poly!GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU x male!reader: ☁♡ "You know what sinners do when they love too soon (are you ready to die?)"

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COREY CUNNINGHAM x gn!reader: ♡ "Helping Hand"

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Teen Wolf (2011) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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