#top!corey cunningham

[toxicanonymity]

Objectification Headcanons

Michael Myers; Corey Cunningham

1.2k words | Gender Neutral / Varied Reader

when Michael Myers is staring out a window, he's broadcasting that he's available for your use. all you have to do is go inside and approach him if you wanna get dicked down. highly recommend.

post-Michael Corey Cunningham? he's basically always open for business. he doesn't even need to broadcast it because everyone knows, and we love him for it.

NSFW 18+ Variety of depravity within.

thx @dark-scape for helping me figure out what to call this lol. Corey tag list: @ethanhoewke

Michael Myers

When you walk in, he'll turn around like so. Guarantee he's already hard by the time you cross the room. Just seeing you turns him on.

If you want to get railed, all you have to do is run your hand over the bulge in his jumpsuit. This activates Classic Michael where he'll fuck you with no mercy.

In Classic Mode, if you want a specific position, you just need to assume that position. Want it against the wall? Stand with your back to the wall. Doggy? Get on all fours.

In Classic Mode, he is relentless. The catch is that you have to cum. If you try to leave before you cum, you might get your throat slit. I wouldn't risk it. For him to come, normally it won't take him long after you, if not instantaneously.

If you need Michael's cock down your throat, all you have to do is get on your knees and be ready for eye-watering face fucking.

To activate Feral Mode, unzip his jumpsuit and let the sleeves hang down. All bets are off now. He may pull your hair, smack your ass, pick you up and switch to different locations.

Feral mode is not for the faint of heart. Michael may get creative. You need to be okay with injuries. You will be bruised at the least.

If you prefer to ride him, grab his bulge more forcefully to activate Sub Mode. He'll walk stiffly and slowly to the nearest comfortable surface and sit or lay down. In this mode, you have to initiate everything, including unzip him. But don't be surprised if he can't help but add some thrusting power. He's human after all.

In Sub Mode, you are free to use his monster cock as a dong. You can impale yourself right away or rub that big veiny masterpiece between your legs for friction. You can do this until you come or impale yourself when you're ready. Feel free to also suck him off for extra rigidity and lube.

You may not under any circumstances remove his mask

You can put him up against the wall and fuck yourself on his rod. He's much better than a suction cup dong.

In sub mode, the catch is that HE has to come. You can't use him and leave him with blue balls.

Bottom Mode isn't guaranteed, but if you want Michael to take a dick or strap-on, strip him all the way down and finger him while you suck his dick first. If he does take it in the ass, be prepared for him to turn the tables violently at some point. There's a small chance he'll slash you, but that just adds to the excitement.

Regardless of what mode you want, you can up the intensity by bringing him someone to slash. The kill will make him rock hard.

Even when he's not staring out a window, you'll learn to recognize that far-off gaze. If you approach him in someone's yard, be ready to put on a show - there won't be time for a change of venue. Beware though, If it turns out he's in hot pursuit and you interrupt him, you might have a bad time.

Corey Cunningham (Post-Michael)

Let's be real, you don't have to catch Corey at a window or even in a trance. Unless he's occupied with a kill, another lover, or Michael, he's open for business.

That being said, poor Corey stared out the window for hours in the Halloween Ends Novelization and no takers noticed. :(

Corey's different modes can be activated verbally and with social cues in addition to touch.

He offers a little more than Michael in some ways - Corey is a kisser, gives head, is much more emotional and expressive than Michael, and is pretty open minded.

To activate Shape Mode, just check Corey out and make it obvious you like what you see. Corey will need to make you his, but he also needs to see you want it. He wants you to need him before he'll whip it out.

His eyes will darken and he'll become extremely seductive and persuasive. He'll grab your head with both hands and kiss you so fucking hard and smooth, you'll swoon. He'll back you into the wall or nearest surface.

He'll gaze into your eyes, put his fingers in your mouth, grind himself on you. His huge hands will roam all over your body until you're begging for his cock, and then he'll tease you with it, humping you, stripping you, rubbing against your dripping sex until you're dying to have him inside you.

An alternate way to activate Shape Corey is to find him at the shop and say your car has a rattle.

If you're a regular, he'll remember what you like.

In Feral Mode, Corey will choke you. He'll bend you over the furniture or take you against the wall. He'll talk dirty to you. He knows his voice drives you crazy. He'll tell you what a slut you are and how good you take his fat dick.

In Sub Mode, Corey will be a whimpering mess. His default will be to get on his knees and desperately nuzzle his head in between your legs, begging you to let him please you and you can instruct him from there.

He is more than happy to give you head. Be sure to give him lots of praise. He will eat pussy like he he's starving. He also eats ass and can slob a good knob.

If you want to suck him off, he'll whine and whimper and beg. But if you tell him to fuck your face, he'll do that too. He will probably narrate the whole time with dirty talk.

If you have Corey lie down or sit down for you to ride him, he'll be very vocal. His groans and moans might send you over the edge on their own. Those big hands will rove. He will not be still.

To activate Bottom Mode - if you want Corey to take a dick or toy - press it against his pants or jumpsuit and firmly drag it along his crack all the way to his balls and he'll eagerly cooperate.

In general, if he says Michael's name at any point, take it as a huge compliment. If you say Michael's name, you might not be able to walk the next day.

Corey Cunningham (Pre-Michael)

Post-Accident, Pre-Michael Corey would have been very hesitant and suspicious that you could even want to use him.

He would get hard, but he wouldn't have the confidence to worship you like the standard Sub Corey.

Turn him on enough and he would end up begging. An example is when he was working at the mall kiosk.

He wouldn't be expressive until he was physically inside you and even then he might be afraid that it's a trick.

I don't think pre-accident Corey would ho around or offer himself up for use, but he could be DTF in the right circumstances.

Corey & Michael

Corey and Michael do NOT have a free use arrangement with each other. Their dynamic is more complicated.

At first, Corey would have considered himself free for Michael's use at any time, but Corey doesn't take rejection well. As time goes on, he lashes out (i.e., taking the mask).

Unfortunately for Corey, Michael is never at his disposal. Corey is always going to be at Michael's mercy for whatever Michael will give him, if anything, at any given time. He may savor the occasional crumb like being permitted to grind himself against Michael's thigh with both of them fully clothed right after a kill.

Anything else is most likely to be situational, catching Michael in the heat of a kill , and may involve a third party.

[the-woman-upstairs]

Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being the town pariah for accidentally killing a kid.

[hersweetrevenge]

corey absolutely smashes it at those restaurants where they have like "finish in x minutes and get your food for free" type challenges.

[rebelliousstories]

Am I going to do Ficmas this year even though I never finished it last year?

Yes.

Am I going to release the unfulfilled Ficmas prompts leading up to Ficmas 2023 to make up for it?

Also yes.

[hersweetrevenge]

the way i was kicking my legs like a little girl when you dropped the last chapter and a bonus? oh blake, you spoil us so 💗 everyone go and read blake's work (all of it) rn -- or else !!

i love that we get an alternate version of the same set up -- "trying to socialise corey like he is a shelter dog with trust issues" lol 💗 i love the "official" version, but it's so interesting to see this too, with it's focus on corey's fascination with the reader and the way he perceives her behaviour.

Corey has learned that this means you’re about to propose an activity to him.

this phrasing is absolutely perfect !! we immediately know that this is a (somewhat) regular occurrence that corey has probably weaselled he way out of on more than one occasion lol the dynamic is immediately established in that reader clearly takes a sort of methodical approach to this or else corey will get all skittish about it. but also the way corey knows what's coming, his growing indignancy that either he can't do what you want, or that you want him to do it at all.

He misses you whenever you’re not together. Just staying in the living room while you shower and do your hair is hard for him sometimes, but he doesn’t want to hover over you too much.

that shelter dog rizz lol i'm glad this carried over to chap. 13 because i feel like it's such a crucial part of how corey experiences relationships, with anyone. he's used to having no one, he's used to losing everything, he clings desperately. he knows it's excessive but he just can't shut off that feeling of premature grief (like his "would you still love me?" moment of mourning in chap. 12)

He loves losing to you at Scrabble

domestic bliss, baby !! 💗 another super subtle character moment, the way it's something so small and so inconsequential that he loves. that he really truly does love when you're happy. but also corey's brand of "so long as what i'm doing makes you happy..." and not to read too much into it but it feels very along the lines of his habit of de-escalation via submission (not that that is at all what his and reader's relationship is like, but some things are just ingrained)

The only person going to be there besides you that he’s ever met before is Veronica, and the idea of starting the weekend trapped in such close quarters with strangers sounds horrible.

he's so real for this lol i too cannot think of anything worse than carpooling with strangers 😂 i love that even though it's not directly mentioned, it's still clear that he and veronica do not get along, or at least he doesn't consider her a person he'd feel more safe around than anyone else who will be there.

The thought of sabotaging something under the hood so the two of you can stay home has crossed his mind more than once, disconnecting a hose that could’ve feasibly come undone on its own, or replacing your battery with a dead one from the to-be-recycled pile at work. With some effort he resists the urge.

that sly dog 😏👀 i love how you balance his impulsive thoughts with his logical reasoning. he's great at thinking things through, and impulsive thoughts can turn into well-thought out plans if he gave them the time to grow, but he also knows he needs to shut those ideas down before he ruins things. but he's never going to stop thinking them, will never stop coming up with ways of manipulating and sabotaging in the most loving way possible, just so he can be with you and only you.

Corey doesn’t really remember what the drive through Georgia was like when he first hitched a ride here with that truck driver.

yes !! ahh i do wonder how much corey remembers and where he's memory blurs. i guess when he was straight out of the hospital he was dosed up with enough meds to keep him comfortable for a while, but you mentioned they were wearing off by the time he met evan. then i guess the pain coming through would be enough to keep him distracted. the difference between him then and now is so wild to think about, you've done such an amazing job of taking him on this journey where it really does feel like an age ago that he was hitching his way across the country with zero dollars in his pocket and no way to cope with everything that happened to him. i like that he gets to see that same journey (mostly) again in a different light.

bizarre billboards proclaiming Jesus to be alive “beyond a reasonable doubt” as if He’s on trial for it

yes, again !! we love some ominous signage and confusing religious slogans. i love corey's sort of self-made belief system, he picks and chooses that aspects to adopt, but doesn't really believe any of it. and the blending of religion with the justice system, something corey does know well.

People who might peer in your window and somehow recognize him through the darkness of the tint he’d so carefully applied.

this has no right to make me overthink the way it does lol 💗 is it common to have tinted windows there? is corey just that deeply paranoid that he tinted his girlfriends car windows so people are less likely to see him? did reader not think that was strange -- corey being so opposed to being out in public he'd tint her car windows? did reader want her windows tinted anyway and it's something that just happens to work in corey's favour? obsessed, truly.

But it’s your huntress thing, all  your tiny daily acts of cunning and violence.

i love that he isn't reading anything that isn't there, he just happens to be acutely aware of the violence of people. like back in chap. 10 where reader hold's the knife under his chin and he grins as he "tries to get away", but he's having fun. it's like he's been struggling with this need to quash every bad impulse he's ever had and when he sees those things in you, as small as they may be, it brings him such joy. and the cat-and-mouse, hunter vs. hunted, predator and prey, they fulfil his need to want and be wanted -- danger and violence and need. he wants someone to play with.

“Take the next exit,” he says.  “We’re pretty close now. You can’t wait?” you say. He’s not sure if you’re pretending or if you really don’t know your peacocking worked on him.  “No, I can’t wait.” His voice is low and urgent, and he digs his fingers into your thigh a little. He feels you tense up under his grip and he knows you understand him. 

this exchange !! 😈 the way his desire just constantly gets in the way, how he wants you right now and nothing else matters. nothing else will do.

He feels genuinely stung. 

*sicko voice* yes !! hahaha... yes !! i love being mean to him heehee 💗 how he wants you so, so, so bad and how doing anything other than letting him smother you with affection is you being so very, very mean.

You’ve never looked more radiant, but there’s something subtly sinister about it too.

the duality !! the things corey sees in you, the things corey brings out in you -- how your both destined to be obsessed and devoted and the only way this relationship could ever go on is by consuming you both.

reader's brand of sinister feels different to corey's, it feels like the darkness (if you could call it that) of having this power over someone who is more dangerous but also very, very vulnerable. it bleeds into the idea of corey needing you to need him (in whatever way that may be) as much as he needs you. i love this.

He's not really sure what he's asking for, he just knows he needs . "Please, please, please." 

if corey has any flaw at all it's that he always wants more. nothing is ever enough, his obsession runs so deep he just wants you, all the time, forever.

You wipe it away with your thumb, then press that thumb against his lips, smearing. He opens his mouth and tries to take you in, but you pull away... He feels a little twinge of shame for enjoying it so much, but it passes quickly.

ahhh this is so silly, stupid hot i am losing my mind !! he has the prettiest lips in the world, he'd look so beautiful like this and it's very unfair that he is not real. also, corey still learning how to manage his own desire and wants and finding him doing whatever you want because it means you want him.

he’s so helplessly yours

you know this exactly the sort of line that will ruin my life lol 💗 he's yours and only yours. he's hopelessly, helplessly, pathetically yours 💗

Clean Again

Deleted Chapter: RECKLESS read on AO3 | this weeks' real chapter | tumblr chapter index Reader's aggressive driving excites Corey more than it should. This is a chapter I wrote early on, before the plot was fully worked out. I wound up scrapping the camping trip idea which meant no driving through Atlanta, so this scene had to go, although I did carry over some elements and ideas into the chapters that replaced it. It's also one of the first sex scenes I wrote and has been minimally edited so... go easy on it. THIS CHAPTER CAN BE READ ALONE. If you're not caught up with Clean Again you can read as if it were a oneshot with no worries. 2,485 words contents/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, car sex, handjob, blow job, kinda subby Corey and dom Reader @rebel-blue @heartrot666 @cordelium @toxicanonymity @hersweetrevenge @futurewife @multifandom--mess @wolvesandvampires @ethanhoewke @yllcm

“Okay, so…” you say to Corey as you sit down at the dinner table next to him, two bottles and two forks in your hands. Corey has learned that this means you’re about to propose an activity to him. “The most exciting weekend of the year is coming up. Two weekends from now.”

He takes a fork and a bottle from you. “What happens on the most exciting  weekend?” he asks. He takes a bite of lo mein. 

“The annual Plymouth Records company camping trip. We close the store for a four day weekend and we all go to a campground in the mountains up by the Tennessee border.” You pat the table excitedly. Corey chews. He loves watching you get excited about things, but he knows you’re about to ask him to go on the trip. “I know you don’t like to go places you don’t have to, I know you don’t like big groups of people, but I just want you to know you’re welcome to come and I’ll miss you all weekend if you don’t.”

“You’ll miss me?” He asks. He tries to sound aloof, but hearing that from you means a lot to him. He misses you whenever you’re not together. Just staying in the living room while you shower and do your hair is hard for him sometimes, but he doesn’t want to hover over you too much. He thought maybe you’d miss him if he disappeared forever, but certainly not if you didn’t see him for just a couple days. Do you miss him during the week when he doesn’t stay the night?

“Yeah I’ll fucking miss you. Especially because everyone else is bringing their partners, I don’t wanna be the 15th wheel.” You laugh but your eyes beseech him.

“I’ll think about it,” he concedes. You give him The Smile. Fuck, he thinks, now I have to go.  

You keep smiling as you start eating, taking a victorious bite of an eggroll. Your gloating is insufferable and adorable. Like when you’re a sore winner at Scrabble. He loves losing to you at Scrabble, and he loves watching you right now. He just hopes against hope that none of your coworkers recognize him, that they don’t ask him too many questions and that they’re really as nice as you say they are. God help him if they’re rude to you in front of him. 

Although he agreed to go on the camping trip, he absolutely would not budge on carpooling. The only person going to be there besides you that he’s ever met before is Veronica, and the idea of starting the weekend trapped in such close quarters with strangers sounds horrible. Plus carpooling means depending on someone else when it’s time to leave. If something goes wrong he wants an exit strategy. You’d rather carpool, it’s part of the tradition. But Corey offers to pay for the gas, and him agreeing to come on the trip at all is such a big deal, you agree to drive without much convincing. 

In the gravel driveway of your apartment building, he gives your car a quick check up. Oil’s good, coolant’s good, could use a little more wiper fluid, but the wipers themselves look alright. All four tires have good air pressure. The thought of sabotaging something under the hood so the two of you can stay home has crossed his mind more than once, disconnecting a hose that could’ve feasibly come undone on its own, or replacing your battery with a dead one from the to-be-recycled pile at work. With some effort he resists the urge. This trip is important to you.

The two of you load the car up with rented camping gear and a massive cooler full of food, and leave early on Friday morning. It’s a beautiful clear day, unseasonably cool for May in the south. Corey doesn’t really remember what the drive through Georgia was like when he first hitched a ride here with that truck driver. He’s surprised how much of it is just endless expanses of nothing, communities barely big enough to be called towns, so far apart there are stretches of road with no exits for 10 miles. The highway is lined on either side with solar farms, bizarre billboards proclaiming Jesus to be alive “beyond a reasonable doubt” as if He’s on trial for it, towering trees choked with kudzu. When you make a pitstop the gas station is just two pumps that must be older than he is, and a decrepit building sporting ads for pizza and hotdogs, bleached nearly white by the sun. The graffiti in the bathroom is so many layers deep it feels like archeologists should be studying it. 

As the green mile markers tick down towards Atlanta, Corey notices something in you shift. You change the playlist coming through the new speakers he installed from quiet, bright indie music, to driving, chugging metal. You lean back in your seat and your eyes darken, your whole face taking on a more closed expression. Your already slightly leaden foot gets heavier, going from your usual 5 miles over the speed limit, to 10 over, to 15. He finds the change curious, until he realizes - you were preparing. Soon the flow of traffic around you is going just as fast. The speed limit on the signs decreases but no one on the highway around you seems to notice, all the cars collectively agreeing on 20 over as the standard speed. He watches in awe as the road rapidly widens, adding a third, a fourth, a sixth lane. 

You dart in and out of the center, never slowing much, overtaking semi trucks and cars with midwestern license plates. God, there’s a weirdly large number of Illinois plates on the road around here. Corey keeps his face turned towards you, partially because he’s captivated by watching you drive in this environment, and partially so he won’t make eye contact with any other drivers or passengers. People who might peer in your window and somehow recognize him through the darkness of the tint he’d so carefully applied.

Then suddenly, you slow almost to a stop. It’s impressive how smoothly you manage to break from 80 miles per hour all the way down to 3. The sea of cars that had been carrying you along at such a brisk pace has come to a crawl. You seek gaps in the traffic and pounce on them like a predator, aligning yourself into spaces tighter than parallel parking spots, sometimes actively forcing the cars behind to let you in. All the while keeping that same glowering expression, turning the music up everytime someone foils your plans or cuts you off, until the groove of the bass seems to replace Corey’s heart beat. 

He never imagined it could be sexy to watch someone drive in traffic. But it’s your huntress thing, all  your tiny daily acts of cunning and violence. You flick your turn signal on and off so casually, barely touching the steering wheel, laser focused but totally relaxed in this situation that would make so many other drivers nervous. He can’t help but reach across the console to put his hand on your thigh, feeling the muscles twitch as you switch rapidly between the pedals. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye and smile. Heat floods his face and he feels himself harden. 

He needs you. He’s suffering so bad, but he can’t interrupt you. It occurs to him you might be showing off. He’s definitely… impressed. Finally the city falls away, and all the extra lanes with it. You almost go back to your default safe driving, but not quite. You stay just a little more reckless than normal. 

“Take the next exit,” he says. 

“We’re pretty close now. You can’t wait?” you say. He’s not sure if you’re pretending or if you really don’t know your peacocking worked on him. 

“No, I can’t wait.” His voice is low and urgent, and he digs his fingers into your thigh a little. He feels you tense up under his grip and he knows you understand him. 

You cross into the right lane and go down a corkscrewing exit ramp. At the bottom of the hill is a barren country road, state route something or other. You stay stopped at the stop sign for 10 full seconds to assess how much traffic is coming through. No cars go by, and none come to stop behind you. You go a little ways down the road until you see a gap in the woods along the shoulder, then back your car into the hole so it’s mostly obscured by the trees. 

“Backseat,” Corey says, already unbuckling his seatbelt and opening his door as you put it in park. You leave the car on and get in the backseat with him.

As soon as your door is closed he’s on top of you. He pulls you close to him with his arms circled around your waist, rotating his hips and hooking his outside leg around both of yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You let him maul you for a second before pushing him away. He looks into your eyes, face pinched in confusion. You look back at him with an open, innocent expression. You don’t say anything, so he pulls you back in and resumes kissing you with abandon. After a beat you push him away again. He feels genuinely stung. He loosens his arms around your waist even more so he can see your whole face, searching for an answer. 

“Wha-?” He can’t even get one word of his question out before you’re straddling his lap, taking advantage of his confusion to catch him off guard. You lace your fingers with his on both hands, and pin them next to his shoulders against the upholstery. “Oh…” he breathes out. 

You give him The Smile . You’ve never looked more radiant, but there’s something subtly sinister about it too. Still smiling at him, you start to roll your hips, pressing down on his cock through his jeans. He whimpers. You press his hands into the seat harder. It hurts his bad shoulder, but he likes it. He struggles just a little against your restraint, trying to get close enough to your face to kiss you, but you lean back just enough that he can’t reach you. Corey knows he could overpower you if he tried, but he enjoys being trapped underneath you, even as he gets more and more desperate. You rock your hips against him ruthlessly. He grinds up into you involuntarily. 

After what feels like forever, you lean down to kiss him. The kiss is surprisingly chaste, closed and feather light. The contrast with the lewd way you’re rubbing on him drives him crazy.  

"Please," he says against your lips. He's not really sure what he's asking for, he just knows he needs . "Please, please, please." 

He might not know what he's asking for, but you do. You untangle your fingers from his. He keeps his hands where you'd held them while you reach down between the two of you to unbutton his pants. You stand halfway up off his lap and pull his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. You pull apart from him and look down to admire it. A big bead of precum seeps out of his slit. You wipe it away with your thumb, then press that thumb against his lips, smearing. He opens his mouth and tries to take you in, but you pull away. You lick what’s left of his wetness off of your skin, then you sweep your tongue over his plush top lip. You kiss him deeply, and he tastes the precum mixed with your saliva. He’s never sampled himself before. He feels a little twinge of shame for enjoying it so much, but it passes quickly. You wanted him to taste it, you must have wanted him to like it.

You sit back down on him and wrap your fingers around his shaft. He shudders. You stroke his cock, rotating your wrist as you move your arm up and down, tugging him in time with the music that still fills the car. He thrusts his hips up, fucking your hand like his life depends on it. You run your free hand through his hair, scratching his scalp at the crown of his head before sliding to the nape of his neck and closing a tight fist around a bundle of curls. You pull his head back so his throat is exposed. With your tongue wide and flat, you lick all the way up from his clavicle peeking out of his collar, over his chin to his bottom lip. He whines your name, over and over, like a mantra.

It doesn’t take long at all for him to get close. You sense it and put your lips right by his ear. Your breath makes him shiver, he loves when you whisper to him and it pushes him that much further along.

“If you make a mess, everyone’s gonna know what we were doing when we get to the campground.” He pictures himself getting out of the car, a big sticky stain on his shirt. Shaking hands with the owner of the record store and praying your boss doesn’t look down. He kind of loves the idea of everyone knowing you made him cum so recently, that he’s so helplessly yours. But he knows you love your job and he would never jeopardize that. 

“What should we - fuck - what should we do?” His voice cracks. 

“There’s only one way to make sure there’s absolutely no mess,” you tell him. He doesn’t bother asking what you mean. He knows you’re going to show him and he knows it’s going to destroy him. 

You slide off his lap sideways, landing on the seat next to him, and arrange yourself so you’re sitting on your knees, one hand still grasping and stroking his cock. You bend down over him and take the tip in your mouth. The soft wetness enveloping him feels incredible. He screws up his face, trying hard to last just a little longer. You slide down his length, taking him into your throat until your nose bumps against his thigh. Then, sucking hard, you slide slowly back up. That’s the last straw. With a long, high pitched moan that doesn’t even feel like his voice, he cums in your mouth. 

You swallow his load and keep sucking, overstimulating him until he paws at you, desperate for a break from the sensation. You release him with an audible pop,  licking your lips as you straighten up and make eye contact with him. 

“Oh my god,” he offers weakly. You smile and plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.  

[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.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

I want corey to treat me like a little mouse he just hunted down and devour meeeeeee like jusg pin me down on the forest floor right there and fukc me till I’ve squirted so much theres mud. I wanf it filthy.

Cat and mouse

Corey Cunningham x reader

Warnings: SMUT

You hear your name being called, your heart pounding in your chest.

You keep running as fast as you can, your feet pounding the sidewalk. You've managed to evade him so far, but you know that he's getting closer.

Suddenly, you see a tree up ahead and get an idea. You run towards it and lay against the tree trunk, panting and trying to catch your breath. You can hear Corey down below you.

"I know you're around here!"

You look around for any possible escape routes. You hear Corey's footsteps and decide to run. You sprint through the woods, your legs aching from all the running.

You keep looking over your shoulder and can tell that Corey is catching up to you. As he gains on you, you decide to stop and fight.

You stop and turn to face Corey. You try to get out of the way, but he's too fast. He grabs you and wraps his arms around your body. "You're done," he says, with a smirk on his face. "I've got you."

You struggle and try to fight him off, but his grip is too tight. He turns you and pins your arms behind your back. Your breathing quickens, and you can feel your heart pounding in your ears. He laughs as he feels your body shudder in excitement. "No more running babe." He takes you to the ground, and you both go tumbling down. He takes your wrists and pins them above your head. You try to buck him off, but it doesn't work. His body is too heavy. He uses his body weight to keep you pinned as he takes off your pants.

He gets on top of you and pulls down his jeans. You feel his hard cock rub against your soaking wet pussy. "You want me to fuck you." He teases you, rubbing his dick up and down your slit, but not going in. He takes his fingers and plays with your clit, making you even more wet.

"Fuck me, Corey." You beg him to enter you.

He smiles and then thrusts inside you, his big cock filling your pussy to the brim.

You cry out in pleasure and pain as he stretches you open. He pulls out and then slowly goes back in, making sure to fully get his cock deep inside you. He pounds into you faster and faster, making your body tremble. You can feel his abs clenching with each thrust.

He takes his hand off your wrist to pull down your shirt so he can play with your breasts. You watch him as he leans down and sucks on your nipples, sending you into overdrive.

He starts rubbing your clit with his hand as he fucks you, the dual stimulation sending you over the edge.

"I'm going to cum!" You scream out in pleasure.

You feel his body clench, and he moans in pleasure as he feels your pussy contract and spasm around him. He takes his hand and puts his fingers on your clit, rubbing you as he thrusts into you. Your body arches, and you cum all over Corey's cock. You feel the warm fluid gush out, covering his dick. He moans in pleasure at the feeling.

You feel him cum inside you as well. His hot cum fills your pussy as he pumps into you. His body relaxes as he finishes, and he pulls out of you, collapsing on top of you. You can feel the cum leaking out of your pussy, and you know you're thighs are covered in it. He kisses you passionately as you lay there on the floor of the forest. "That was amazing." He says with a grin.

"Very..."

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Fictober Seasonal Menu:

This is were you will find all the Fictober fics in one compact place. Pick what you would like to order whether it be a cold apple cider to cool down after a long day, or a pumpkin spice latte to warm yourself up on those cold fall nights. We also serve two types of season pastry to go along with your choice of drink. Each item corresponds with one of the weeks of Fictober, The key is as follows: Apple Ciders: Your general fluffy basic fics (Some do have a bit of a spicey kick to them), Days 1-7. Pumpkin Spice Lattes: Smut, smut and more smut, Days 8-14. Apple Crumbles: Nsfw Alphabets, Days 15-22

Apple Ciders: Days 1-7

Day 1: Corey Cunningham

Day 2: Thomas Hewitt

Day 3: Billy and Stu (Poly)

Day 4: Lester Sinclair

Day 5: Rusty Nail

Day 6: Nubbins Sawyer

Day 7: The Lost Boys (Poly)

Pumpkin Spice Lattes: Days 8-14

Day 8: Vincent Sinclair

Day 9: Chop-Top Sawyer

Day 10: Johnny Slaughter

Day 11: Billy and Stu (Poly) Part 2

Day 12: Otis Driftwood

Day 13: Hellboy

Day 14: Mark Hoffman

Apple Crumbles: Days 15-22

Day 15: Bo Sinclair NSFW Alphabet

Day 16: Charles Lee Ray NSFW Alphabet

Day 17: Jack Torrance NSFW Alphabet

Day 18: Harry Warden NSFW Alphabet

Day 19: Brahms Heelshire NSFW Alphabet

Day 20: Rz Michael Myers NSFW Alphabet

Day 21: Billy Lenz NSFW Alphabet

Day 22: Billy Loomis NSFW Alphabet

[kiss-theggoat]

Master-List:

Art the Clown:

Art Was Here

Art the Clown Head-Cannons

Specs

Billy Lenz:

Over the Phone

Billy Loomis:

Familiar Pt. 1

Familiar Pt. 2

Familiar Pt. 3

Familiar Pt. 4

Eyes on Me

Bo Sinclair:

Think I’ll Keep You Pt.1

Think I’ll Keep You Pt.2

Think I’ll Keep You Pt. 3

Bo Sinclair Head-Cannons

Head Over Heels

Asking About Bo’s Trauma

Zombie Apocalypse Bo

Chop-Top:

Chop-Top Head-Cannons

Corey Cunningham

The Boogeyman Pt. 1

Ghostface:

Didn’t Think I’d Leave You All Alone on the Subway, Did You? Pt. 1

Didn’t Think I’d Leave You All Alone on the Subway, Did You? Pt. 2

Combat Boots

Tired?

Combat Boots Pt. 2

Jason Voorhees:

Sweet Stranger

Mitch (Haunt 2019):

The Ghost With the Most Pt. 1

The Ghost With the Most Pt.2

Pavi Largo:

Why the Long Face?

Thomas Hewitt

Bluebonnets

Bluebonnets Pt. 2

Homesick

Surprise!

Vincent Sinclair

Teaching Vincent Makeup

Miscellaneous

Slashers with Pets

Sinclair Seamstress

Slashers with Blind Reader

Slashers with an Injured S/O

Slashers Fix You Up

Three’s a Crowd

Sleepy S/O

[bosinclairsgff]

How slashers would play Minecraft

Would start out in a survival world but as soon as they need something they don't have would turn it to creative - Bo Sinclair, The Grabber, Brahms, Baby Firefly

They would spend all their time exploring and k1lling mobs - Otis Driftwood, Chop top, Drayton Sawyer

Try to make friends with all the animals - Lester Sinclair, Nubbins Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer

Would for sure spend their time building in creative - Vincent Sinclair, Corey Cunningham, Amanda Young

[creepswrites]

❝ CREEPS ‣ 22 ‣ IT/ITS ‣ REQUESTS OPEN ❞ ‣ ALL WRITING ‣ MASTERLIST ‣ VIEW RULES AND REGULATIONS BELOW TO REQUEST!

I. ❝ RESTRICTIONS ❞

‣ The following themes are PROHIBITED: racism, homophobia, transphobia, inc*st, ped*philia, illegal age gaps, extreme/harmful fetishes and kinks, r*pe, self-h*rm, suic*de, & extremely graphic abuse/depictions of abuse.

‣ Topics such as mental illness, violent scenes, and mention/depiction of abuse may pop up on occasion and will be properly tagged. While violent scenes may occur, I try to avoid topics I know to be upsetting to read as well as topics I myself find upsetting.

‣ I will NOT write smut with underage muses of mine, even if the reader is the same age.

‣ I will write for AMAB, AFAB, TRANS, and GN READERS! If you have specific pronouns for your reader request, make sure to state those! I always default to gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified :)

‣ Please do NOT repost my writing anywhere! Ask to translate, do not unless I have given explicit permission for you to do so.

II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

III. ❝ REQUESTING ❞

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‣ Do not spam/pressure me to write! I write for what inspires me in the moment. Requests will be completed when I have the time.

‣ Requests sent when they're closed will be discarded!

HEADCANONS | 1-3K ONESHOT | 4K+ ONESHOT

‣ Headcanons : Five character max, one character min. If the headcanon prompt is specific enough, it can be combined with a small drabble! These vary in length/detail. Unless characters for headcanons are specified, I'll likely write as many/as few as I feel inspired for!

‣ 1-3k Oneshot : These vary in length & detail depending on the material provided. If requesting, please specify, otherwise I default to headcanons. These can take me longer than headcanons so I take requests for them more sparingly.

‣ 4k+ Oneshot : Meant for more specific scenarios with lots of ideas & content involved! I rarely do these unless I'm particularly inspired by the prompt given. Usually, 4k+ is reserved for long-term story chapters.

IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, DBD, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, & Nick Jonas : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017, & 2019) (sparingly)

‣ ICON + HEADER ‣ COVER IMAGE ‣ LAYOUT INSPO

[toxicanonymity]

Brothel - Lincoln watch party

brothel master list

The brothel, aka real housecreeps, is a meta reality show about the Joels and other blorbos who live on the Toxic Compound. Normally everything is smooth sailing, but we mostly air the drama.

Slumber party edit by @iamasaddie 🥹. Next 2 my primitive edits. Guest appearances from Joels by @chloeangelic (father Joel) @gracieispunk (maintenance man) and @dark-scape (gladiator)

Saturday 9/16 - Jojo doesn't even live at the brothel but he picked me up on his motorcycle and took me to Starbucks, determined to help me finish Lincoln so he can move in. He keeps making comments about Lincoln like, "he's so careful." I nod and he adds, "chicks just wanna get dicked down, man." I look at him and he whispers, "sorry." But a minute later he's back at it. "when's the last time she had a nice, hard cock?" When I say, "Never," he asks, "NEVER?"

Friday 9/22 - Stepdad and Vampire stop by the writing room, which is a wreck, to ask if Lincoln is really doing this because if so, they're going to Costco to get stuff for their watch party. Cut to the interior of an SUV, Stepdad is driving and Vampire is in the passenger seat hanging onto the ceiling handle.

Vampire says, "Peaches is on her period, ya know."

Stepdad, "No shit. Why do you know that, man?"

Vampire gets self conscious, "It was in the last fic."

"You always read his fics?"

"Well, I read the warnings, then. . . Hey, what's on our shopping list?"

Stepdad takes a sharp turn and the camera angle goes crazy as a crew member slams into the back window. Stepdad asks the crew, "what kinda hijinks y'all think are goin' down in Costco, anyway?"

Stepdad and vampire realize they don't have a shopping list, so they call the Joel mansion. Thighs puts them on speaker. Slasher wants budweiser. Night Walks yells "TAKIS" in the background. Jojo wants cherry coke. Raider wants bison burgers and Trouble volunteers to grill. Stepdad asks if the "other guys" are coming back so they know how much to get.

Flashback to Stepdad's party in August

The doorbell rings and Night Walks answers it. It's a priest. Night Walks stares at him and says, "we're good, man" and closes the door. The doorbell rings again and Trouble answers it. It's a Joel in a toolbelt, talking to the priest.

Night Walks texts me to ask who are these guys? I say this is a big thing, all the Joels on tumblr are invited, plus all the blorbos on the Toxic Compound. It's @chloeangelic's Father Joel and @gracieispunk's Maintenance Man!Joel. Night Walks asks, "he's not, like, a prude priest is he?" And I respond LOL. Lincoln does a double take when he sees who walked in, and he gives them a what's up nod. I yell from off screen, "MY OFFICE IS BROKEN." Maintenance man sighs and adjusts his toolbelt. Raider tells him I'm joking and points to a chair for Maintenance Man to sit down. Someone else is at the door. It's a practically naked but battle-ready Joel. It's @dark-scape's Gladiator Joel, and he roars at the top of his lungs, "PARTY'S HERE."

The phone rings. It's a menacing, digitized voice. "room for a few more?" The line goes dead and seconds later, the door opens. It's Ghostface and behind him, a popcorn cart is being wheeled in. Production bumbles around trying to find the right place for the cart. The door is still open. Michael Myers walks in with Corey Cunningham. Slasher pops up out of his seat and Michael turns to walk the other direction. Instead, Slasher introduces himself to Corey who also wears a mechanic suit.

Everyone has a great time and cheers when Stepdad gets it in. They all slap him on the back and carry him around the room.

Back at Costco

On the phone, Trouble says no, just brothel Joels for Lincoln's party. The fic is too long, he's too unsettling, and we don't want to scare all of Tumblr away.

Stepdad is determined to make the Costco trip as boring as possible so production doesn't send a crew with them next time. They go around the store and Stepdad has an exaggeratedly straight face. Every time vampire gets excited about something, like the $1.50 hotdogs, Stepdad nudges him to remind him it's boring. Vampire straightens his face and nods.

—--

Watch Party

Later that night, the guys are huddled around watching. Vampire is on the edge of his seat, and even gets down on the floor to be closer. Then he sits back and tries to hide how aroused he is. Some of them cheer upon penetration but not as enthusiastically as with Stepdad. At the end, most of the guys give Lincoln a high five or fist bump, but a few of them clearly don't have their heart in it. Slasher is on Lincoln's side, "Hey what's wrong with you guys? been on his case for months and he finally did it"

"Just be straight with her, man," Raider says.

"I didn't lie to her," Lincoln claims.

Raider squints at him "Whatever, man. Glad your shit's over soon."

Vampire thinks it was the best episode all season. "Link, that was amazing," he tells him in all honesty. "Did ya get to keep the dress?"

"Yeah," Lincoln nods.

"And that was only day 2 or 3, right?"

Lincoln looks at Vamp blankly and asks, "day 3?"

Stepdad tries to come to vamp's rescue by saying "Day 3 of… this party," but Vamp doesn't catch on.

"No, I mean you've prob'ly got a couple more days," he gestures around his lower abdomen. Lincoln's nostrils flare and Vampire meekly adds, "if you're into it."

Lincoln asks, "are you tracking Peaches?"

Vampire looks at Stepdad, realizing his mistake. Everyone gets quiet. Lincoln repeats, "Are you tracking her period?"

The guys look at each other and shake their heads no, like Lincoln is out of line for the accusation. "No one's tracking your reader's period, Lincoln," Trouble scoffs.

They act like Lincoln is crazy for even thinking it.

------

Thank you for reading!

[i-arch-my-backula]

Masterlist

Because I lost access to my masterlist I had to make a new one. Please be patient with me while I gather up all that was lost

Interview with the Vampire

Louis De Pointe Du Lac

Lestat De Lioncourt

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Black Christmas

Billy Lenz

Halloween

Michael Myers

Corey Cunningham

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Bubba Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Behind the mask

Leslie Vernon

House of 1000 Corpses

Otis Driftwood

Baby Firefly

The Lost boys

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Tommy Jarvis

Child's play

Tiffany Valentine

Re-Animator

Herbert West

Dan Cain

Saw

Amanda Young

Adam Faulkner Stanheight

Peter Strahm

Mark Hoffman

Jill Tuck

Candyman

Candyman/ Daniel Robitaille

31

Doomhead

Psycho

Norman Bates

My Bloody Valentine

Harry Warden

Hannibal Nbc

Will Graham

Hannibal Lecter

Near Dark

Severen

Laid to Rest

Jesse Cromeans

Martin

Martin Mathias

The Collector

Asa Emory

Thanksgiving

Sheriff Eric Newlon

Dead By Daylight

Pyramid Head

Danny Johnson

[rebelliousstories]

Yuletide

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Corey Cunningham x Reader

Fandom: Halloween Ends

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Paganism, Light Angst

Word Count: 1,445

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Christmas holds some rough memories for Corey. Luckily his lover has some ways to override Christmas memories of the past.

“Wait, so can you explain this again? I’m really trying to understand. I’m just having a hard time. I’m sorry.” Corey ducked his head as he asked for his girlfriend to repeat what she said for about the third time. He saw a hand rapidly approaching his face and flinched when he felt contact. But there was no stinging, just a gentle caress over his stubbly jaw.

“Of course. Don’t worry, I didn’t get it right away either.” She assured him, trying to reverse the years of damage any way she could. Grabbing her handwritten book, she opened up to a specific page and spoke slowly and carefully.

“So Yule is our version of Christmas. When the christians came upon the pagans living in Europe, they saw our festivals and celebrations and made their own versions to make it easier to convert the pagans. As opposed to a specific day, Yule is a time frame. It starts sundown of the winter solstice, and ends in the new year. We always have a big meal that first sundown and enjoy the festive time.” Her delicate writings and sketchy drawings that littered the pages in front of him, captivated his senses. Corey trailed his fingers over the ink that stained the pages in front of him.

“So christians took Yule, and turned it into Christmas?” He questioned,hoping to prompt more information out of his lover but he had no idea how or what to ask.

“Yeah, pretty much. Yule logs are a pretty obvious tie, but the reason there is always a big feast is because pagans would commemorate the solstice with a boar in honor of the wild hunt that takes place. Christmas trees were brought about because that’s what we use to offer thanks.” She explained further, watching as he kept his eyes on the pages before him. Corey opened and closed his mouth several times, like a fish gasping for air, but no words came from his throat.

“Do you… do you think, that-” came from the young man, but he never finished the thought. His hands messed with each other and he picked at his nails. However, his girlfriend reached her hand over and placed her own on top of his to steady them.

“Do I think what, Corey?” Her question was so soft and gentle, that he could not help but look up to see his lover gazing back at him.

“Do you think, maybe, I could. I don’t know. Maybe, I could come over and celebrate with you instead? I don’t have good memories with Christmas anyways.” Corey’s eyes dropped back to their hands that were joined together, and he fiddled with the rings that adorned his lover’s delicate fingers. It was quiet for a moment, as nothing but the sound of her breathing passing between them. Corey, on the other hand, was too afraid and anxious of her response to dare break his silence. But, he felt a kind kiss being pressed to his forehead.

“Of course you can! I would love to have some company.” He looked up at this, complete with a soft, boyish grin on his face. It grew into a smile that matched his lover’s as they sat there.

“Okay. Awesome. I’ll tell my mom, and then I’m all yours.” Corey looked so incredibly happy about coming over rather than spending the evening with his own family.

//

“No. Absolutely not. You are not leaving here Christmas Day.” And there it was, his mother’s veto that came with just about everything in life that Corey wanted. But he was an adult now, surely he could find the strength to tell his mother no. His hands shook, and he looked anywhere but here as he sought the strength he needed.

“Can’t even look me in the eyes and ask me. That just means you’re not serious, and you’re lying about having a girlfriend.” She continued to chastise and criticize her son, who still fought with his heart and his head. Yet soon, he thought about how excited his girlfriend was when he finally asked her to join her, how happy she looked to have him around.

“I am going to spend the day with her.” Corey stared his mother dead in the eyes, and fought with himself to not back down. She almost looked impressed, but she, too, did not back down.

“You really think that some girl is going to treat you the way I do? That some other girl will love you like I do? I am your mother. I am owed you being with me on the holidays.” Her tone turned deadly, and she shook her finger in his face. Corey wanted to run and apologize; his past experiences telling him that was the easiest path. But he did not want to let his lover down.

“I’m going, mom. I’m an adult and can make my own choices so I’ll be spending the day with her instead of here.” Before his mother could get another word out, Corey turned on his heels and went out the front door. There was still a couple days till Christmas, but he could not bear it in that house anymore. He got lost in his thoughts, and before he knew it, he arrived at the doorstep of his lover. Corey did not realize where he was walking and now he was here. Should he knock? Should he go? A sudden breeze blew by causing Corey to shiver and huddle closer, unknowingly kicking the door.

“Core?” A sweet and kind voice reached his ears. It was only then that he noticed that his girlfriend had opened the door to her apartment, and was reaching out to the man. He stepped inside once she touched his arm, and felt the warmth breathe into his bones.

“You alright, Core?” She questioned; her face full of concern. He smiled and shook off her worry as he placed his hands along her waist.

“Yeah. I’m alright. Just, needed out of the house. You know?” While his comment was vague, his girlfriend knew exactly what he meant.

“You had another fight with your mom?” Her question was rhetorical, but Corey nodded with a deep sigh, and pressed his head into her neck.

“Yeah.” His muffled voice tickled her lightly, causing a giggle to come out and a hand to start brushing through his curls.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here. I still have you’re drawer and closet space. Want to help me decorate for Yule?” Pressing a gentle kiss to his head, his lover’s question was out of genuine interest and it made Corey happy. He nodded up and down into her neck, causing another fit of giggles over his stubble rubbing up against her. Pulling apart, Corey was eager to follow as he was dragged by the hand over to where some decorations laid in boxes.

“Okay. Let’s decorate.” The couple found themselves falling into an easy routine. Corey enjoyed being able to put up all the pine, holly, and runes around the rooms. At some point, he found himself hanging up a wreath above the television while she made a simmer pot on the stove. It provided an incredible smell to the whole home and made Corey enjoy this even more. His girlfriend came over at some point to take him away from his decorating skills with a dark blue and gold mug in each hand.

“Wassail?” She asked, holding the mugs up higher. Corey took one with glee and followed her onto the couch.

“Mhmm. What is this? This is amazing!” He complimented, watching his lover’s cheeks became set aflame as she tried to hid it in her mug.

“It’s basically spiced apple cider, brewed with intentions. It’s a traditional Yule drink, and it’s one of my favorite things about the season.” She explained, watching him drink even more of it.

“Well, I love it.” He concluded, and that led them into a moment of silence. Their eyes scanned the room and enjoyed what they saw. The decorations were hung up faster than usual having two people instead of one but it made them all that much better. Some of them were slightly taller than usual on account of Corey’s incredible height. The burst of color filled the bland apartment, and Corey just felt home. This was his home. Neither one spoke, just sipped their wassail, and enjoyed being with each other during the holidays. It felt oddly domestic for Corey, but he certainly was not turning it down. This was going to be his favorite Christmas, by far. As well as his first, of hopefully many, Yule celebrations.

[writing-good-vibes]

For Valentine's Day, number 1 under angsty prompts. The Replacement. A little bit of jealous ex!Corey maybe...

ahh thank you for your req !!

WARNINGS for (past) corey x gn!reader, jealousy, mildly stalkerish behaviour, dark post accident!corey, mentions of joan being The Worst and mild implications of violence.

💔 very cute divider by @/firefly-graphics 💔

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

Corey didn't like being jealous. Being jealous made his stomach ache, a horrible sickly feeling deep down in his gut that wouldn't go away, made worse by his tossing and turning at night while he tried to sleep. Being jealous made his fingers hurt, and he'd clench them into fists, hard enough for his blunt nails to leave red crescents in his palms, to try and ease the pressure in his sore knuckles. Being jealous made his eyes water and his chest tight and it made him want to scream, sat in his bed alone at night, watching the radio tower blink tauntingly through his window.

But Corey couldn't help it, Corey was jealous.

Maybe it was his own fault -- it was definitely his own fault -- that you didn't want him anymore, that you got out the first chance you had, that you chose to dodge the bullet that is Corey 'Kid Killer' Cunningham.

And he can't really blame you because he knows that you were getting bored with his reluctance to go anywhere, and with all his nervous habits he still hadn't been able to shake.

He knows it's because the looks got too much for you. Because the mutterings behind your back were starting to take their tole. Because the soda thrown at him from a car window as you walked down the street was only a taste of what was to come.

He really only had himself to blame, and yet he couldn't make himself let go of you so easily. Especially not now he'd seen his replacement.

It's difficult not to compare himself. Corey's been monitoring his placement in every league possible since middle school; popularity, academics, looks. He'd skated along in the middle of the pack popularity-wise, which suited him just fine, and he was never quite top of the class but he was close enough to keep his GPA up, and well... he wasn't winning any prizes compared to some of the guys at school, but he'd lived with it.

But next to his Replacement? Oh, Corey never stood a chance.

And Corey doesn't want to do this. Of course he doesn't. He sees you from across the street, holding his hand. He sees walk you around the dollar store while he pushes the cart. He sees you take him back to your place. And he follows you back to his sometimes too.

Momma's upset with him when he's late for dinner.

It's funny how much he still misses you, even when he sees you all the time. You smile and your smile is like sunshine. You look and your eyes are sharp and clever and deep enough to drown in. Your voice, god he could listen to you forever and ever and never get bored.

He closes his eyes and thinks about it, reconfigures all these sightings onto himself. You smile at him, you look at him, you talk to him, not his replacement

He's cold, and his stomach aches, and his fingers hurt, and his chest is tight when you open your door. He doesn't remember looking through the kitchen draw, or leaving home, or when his cheeks got so wet.

"Corey? Is everything okay?"

Momma always told him no one else would ever love him, and that's Corey down to the bone: always wanting something he can't have.

on the topic of jealousy, you should also read [warnings apply]:

clean again by blake (@/slutforstabbings). after corey survives the events of ends he travels south and, against his better judgement, falls in love with the reader. corey's jealous streak is strong in this story, but it comes up most directly in chapter 7.

rock bottom by toxic (@/toxicanonymity). corey can't decide if he wants to do the reader or michael, so he does both. and even though he gets the best of both worlds, he's still somehow jealous of both of his partners.

[thegayspencerreidstan]

Hi! Could you do Sub!Corey being riden by his BF because Corey had a bad day and just wants to make him feel bette?

ABSO FUCKING LUTELY,,,,IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A COREY REQUEST AAAAAAA

Sub!Corey Cunningham X Male Reader

Warnings: slight degradation

You were sitting on your bed, watching a horror movie because, why not, but then your phone buzzed and a notification popped up, it was from your boyfriend Corey, recently hes been upset because of everything that's been going on with him after the,,,,accident.

You clicked the notification and read it, he was asking you if he could come over, his mum wasn't the biggest fan of you to be honest, so he usually went to your house, you quickly replied telling him that he can come over, about 20 minutes there was a knock at your front door, you rushed to the door, almost falling in the process, you opened the door and almost immediately Corey's arms were wrapped firmly around you, he let out a whimper and pressed his hips firmly against you, you were a bit surprised but you picked him up, he wrapped his legs around your waist and you carried him to your room and you carefully placed him on your bed.

He looked at you, his eyes practically begging you to touch him, you smiled softly and pressed your lips against his, both your hands on his waist, he moaned quietly as he rocked his hips into the air, needing some form of friction, you chuckled and slid a hand into his pants, he let out a whine when you grabbed his cock, he then grabbed your wrist and looked at you "baby....?" He asked quietly, you looked into his eyes and smiled "yeah sweetheart?" You replied, he then nervously played with his ring before stuttering out "can.... can you um..ride me?" You were surprised by his request but you nodded, slowly sliding off your pants and underwear, he stared, mouth open slightly.

You then took his dick out, he nervously placed his hands on your hips and guided you on top of him, you moved his hands off of you and pinned them onto the bed before sliding his aching cock into you, his back almost instantly arched, you moaned softly, staring down at him before bouncing up and down on his dick, moans slipping out of both of your mouths, you could feel his dick twitching like crazy inside you.

You smirked and pulled his hair slightly, forcing him to look at you, he moaned loudly when you pulled his hair, you then said "are you gonna come soon? Hm slut? You gonna fill me up?" He nodded as he thrust up into you while you were still bouncing up on him, he let out a loud moan as his hips stuttered before cumming into you, you both stopped your movements, he looked at you, confused, you then started jerking yourself off before cumming all over his stomach and chest.

He smiled and you both laid down next each other, intertwined into each others arms, he then gave you a small kiss on the forehead before falling asleep, you carefully slid out of his arms and got a wet cloth to clean both of you up, you then climbed back into bed and admired his face before falling asleep, nuzzling your face into his chest.

FINALLY,,,I DID ANOTHER REQUEST, I hope you liked it!!