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If I had a quid for every time I hyperfixated on an old ish movie, and started following the instagram of the actor who plays the unhinged strange guy... only to fall down a rabbit hole that involves a complicated history with a prosthetic ear, wifebeating allegations, lots of weed, actually doing some really nice and wholesome charity work, releasing lots of art about his traumatic childhood, and very weird instagram captions...
which ends in me being torn whether or not I should buy his book because I have a love-hate relationship with the guy in general...
I'd have.. £2
Which isn't a lot, but how the fuck did this happen again???
#one day i'll release the collected history of corey feldman. but it just keeps getting worse#i don't know if Angelic 2 The Core: The Album is weirder than American Badass Hot Sauce?? but i'd say they're on the same level#i think corey's weirder than madsen because there was a time in the 90s where madsen was just kinda chilling#whereas with COREY#let me know who's the stranger guy: corey feldman or michael madsen#i think they're both up there for sure#the movies that triggered this were#stand by me#stand by me (1986)#reservoir dogs#reservoir dogs (1992)#and i know too much about#corey feldman#michael madsen#the question now is do i buy#coreyography#burning in paradise#or maybe just some#american badass hot sauce#american badass#why is it an ACTIVE TAG#american badass as in... michaelmadsenhotsauce dot com#i think michael should sell a replica of marvin's ear like corey did#oh the characters to cause this were#teddy duchamp#mr blonde#vic vega#blame them
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yeah yeah alright but do you think mason ever subconsiously compared brett to theo-both very very wildly differing yet similar relationships which definately played roles in mason’s mind, even if subconsiously? where brett, liam’s antagoniser, was his crush, ‘this just keeps getting better and better’ another fantastic thing about the supernatural world, something which mason idealised into golden: because he truly didn’t know brett? where again theo, liam and corey’s antagoniser, he hated and never forgave, the darker underbelly of the supernatural world and the prelude to his own mass-murdering spree, is someone mason knows and can even connect to as dread doctor experiments and therefore mason cannot idealise him because of how horrific their connection is? Brett symbolises Mason’s innocence while Theo symbolises his maturity, better or worse.
#the relationships in the puppy pack are just like. circles. squiggle lines#oh and also brett is dead#mason hewitt#mason hewitt appreciation#corey bryant#brett talbot#theo raeken#teen wolf#puppy pack#the puppy pack#brett and mason’s positivly charged scene/that truly good-perfect evil moment he shared with theo#true good x perfect evil#meo#thason#brett x mason#brason#mason x theo#i could go on here#the way most of mason’s scenes with brett were typical teenage shit: blushing at him flirting in simena asking werewolf lore (//basic lore)#whereas aside from that hug scene with theo (where theo was manipulating them)#mason’s moments with theo are all negative and even violent but they’re moments that i can say teaches mason about the darkness#in the world he was so eager to learn#they’re parallels! to me and to nobody else#his moments with brett are so innocent mason doesnt even go into the tunnels when he dies#when he goes in there he goes with theo-he’s matured. their convo is about mason’s new distrust for him-and potentially mason’s inauguration#into the darker supernatural world-ie the Beast (and future emissionary shit)#anyways
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thinking about this stuff just made me feel so damn old (and I'm only 32). like, when I was a teenager I couldn't just look at high quality pictures and especially not videos of any celebrity I liked. if it was music related and I was lucky (whoever it was happened to be popular enough in Germany), I might have seen a music video (and recorded it on VHS so I could watch it again). if it was an actor I could buy DVDs, at least (but that's not that easy if you're poor, and you also had to get somewhere where you could buy them in the first place).
the internet still kinda feels magical when I compare it to that.
#... whereas now I can just look at a music video in which Corey Taylor is pole dancing. any time I want!!! 15 year old me would not have#believed it#(and: I was definitely a good few years behind on what was the standard for that bc we had incredibly slow internet access until I moved#when I was 19. so yeah I literally didn't have access to any of that until I was basically 20. it's so weird to think about.)#like. I lost my fucking mind when I was able to buy a DVD with all HIM music videos on it. that was so cool to me. I watched that thing so#much. lol#also! the quality of everything was so bad compared to now. like. my TV was tiny and also shit. dvd quality is shit. you could barely see#anything! whereas now... (yes I'm thinking about Corey Taylor pole dancing again)#(and I've got an absurdly huge amount of pictures of [that stupid man that I like] just. saved on my phone. i can look at him anytime I#want. that's so fucking crazy. man I really am old.)
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...hi phighting au community.. me and my friends have a new contribution (time to get bullied)
PHIGHTING! ACTOR AU
basically if phighting was just a tv series and the phighters are all actors playing the characters
by the way, the gear = name mechanism is part of the tv script. the demons in this au are gearless and have human names
cast + extra info under the cut
CAST:
LOST TEMPLE: sword/joseph, medkit/david, scythe/sue ellen, broker/rodney
PLAYGROUND: skateboard/kai, boombox/josh, coil/jayden
THIEVES' DEN: vinestaff/julia, shuriken/corey, slingshot/aiden, katana/kenneth
BLACKROCK: subspace/alex, hyperlaser/allen
(note: biografts are played by multiple actors)
MISC: zuka/neil, rocket/asher, banhammer/dante
SFOTH: firebrand/jean paul, darkheart/steve, windforce/edith, ghostwalker/lucian,venomshank/luther, icedagger/timothy, illumina/charles
CHARACTER INFO:
alex and david are best friends off set. in a blooper take, alex accidentally poked david's actual eye when filming the subspace and medkit eye scene. he repeatedly apologised to david and gave him an ice pack
joseph is an introvert that happened to get the role of an extroverted protagonist. he is sometimes overwhelmed by the amount of attention he recieves and finds it slightly pressuring to do his role
kenneth and neil are actual fathers with children back home. due to this, they tend to look after the younger actors in the studio and watch over them
they picked an actual hornless person to play hyperlaser. allen had his horns removed when he was a teen for medical reasons
they also picked an armless person to play zuka. however, rocket and scythe's prosthetics are just props attached to their actual arm
alex is one of the sweetest people ever even with his role as a self centered mad scientist
kenneth is a metalhead and a fan of hard rock, whereas allen likes 50s-60s hits and soft rock
kenneth uses a lot of modern slang, and people are surprised at how different he is from his role as katana. he was mainly picked for his physique
dante and sue ellen act a lot like their respective characters. they are very happy with their roles
julia, aiden and corey joke about kenneth being their other dad
unlike rocket and sword's friendship, joseph and asher have slight beef with each other off set due to joe having to take multiple takes of the same clip because of his struggle to play an extrovert. he was mainly picked for his identical appearance to sword
allen lets the others try out his helmet. it's really stuffy with it on, they often have to retake a longer clip multiple times since he starts fanning himself within barely five minutes. he also struggles a lot to keep a straight face, you can hear stifled laughter in his lines, especially when he has to say something comedic as hyperlaser
ppleas dont bulli.....
#phighting!#roblox phighting#phighting subspace#sword phighting#rocket phighting#zuka phighting#ban hammer phighting#phighting medkit#scythe phighting#hyperlaser phighting#katana phighting#shuriken phighting#vine staff phighting#biograft phighting#phighting sfoth#genshin impact#broker phighting#coil phighting#slingshot phighting#boombox phighting#skateboard phighting#phighting au#phighting actor au
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we talk a lot about desert duo character development, but I wanna talk about shiny duo for a second because I think it’s fucking INCREDIBLE
(disclaimer, a lot of this is made up lore and headcanons lol)
Pearl and Gem were always pretty close, even though I think? they met in season 8? They’ve always been a duo but Gem was generally the more energetic, smily and over excited one. I think Pearl’s been more reserved even in her ridiculous moments, whereas Gem tended to wear her heart on her sleeve and have a very straightforward, “lets fix it” approach to things. I do think Pearl was the one that fell in love with Gem first, but sort of pushed it away, while Gem was very forward with her attention and did love and cling to Pearl a lot. The life games, especially Double Life, affected Pearl a lot and I think she sort of pulled away from Gem for a bit. Pearl was the killer at this point and Gem was sort of still playing the character of wanting to make everything better, being nice and bubbly and not understanding what Pearl was feeling.
But Gem being in Secret Life really took them to the next level in my opinion. They were close all throughout season 9 obviously, but I see Gem being in the life series as her own choice - she loved Pearl and so desperately wanted to help her and the others and to understand them. Gem at this point is a lot more of a fighter and a little crazier than she used to be, and Secret Life just feeds that and preys on it. At the same time, she trusts Pearl. She wants to be her friend. Pearl knows how the games end, and that there’s no avoiding the ending and no avoiding death. They leave Secret Life with Pearl feeling relieved that she didn’t at least have to kill Gem herself, and Gem feeling bitter and angry that Pearl betrayed her.
And their relationship after Secret Life really gets me tbh. Gem has visibly gone for a darker, more serious vibe to her base and clothing, leaving behind the usual, sunny cottage-corey theme. Pearl is finally trying to heal herself, but has based a little ways away from Impulse and Gem and her older friends. Gem trains for the next life series, she’s determined and she’s angry and Pearl is rejecting it. In a way their characters kind of flipped, from Pearl being the furious killer one to Gem being it. They fight like crazy and they still love each other. They are absolutely my favourite duo at the moment and I cannot wait to see what happens further with them and how their story turns out. Again I’ve made most of this up but it’s based off of canon events so I don’t really care. Goodnight
#this is straight up late night yappi g dont know what to tell you all#shinyduo#gempearl#hermitcraft#geminitay#pearlescentmoon#hermitshipping#trafficblr#secret life#double life
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I like to think that the lords in black we see in nightmare time sort of have their ‘true’ voices of sorts. When they’re being more malicious. Technically holloween could somewhat disprove this. But the way I imagine it is their nightmare time voices are how they sound when they’re their real forms, whereas the NPMD voices are only their human ones.
So James blinky, Jeff Tinky, Nick nibbly and pokey and Black Friday wiggly are their real voices when not using another forms.
Though honestly with how corey voiced pokey in the holloween script preview.. I began to also think that is pokey’s true voice.
#starkid#starkid productions#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#lords in black#npmd#nerdy prudes must die#Tinky#wiggly#blinky#nibbly#pokey
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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [36]
chapter thirty-six, act five: the ballad of me and my brain
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little Author's note /TW before this act begins. There's going to be alot of talk of drug use and addiction within the chapters coming, if you're not comfortable with these kinds of things please don't read.
January 14th 2017
Tommie yawns, one big loud yawn as she shuffles through her house to the front door.
Gabby grins when it’s opened and tugs her little suitcase in behind her. “Hey, babes.”
“Gabs? What are you doing here?”
Gabby sighs, “I miss my best mate, is that a crime?” She asks kicking her shoes off and lining them up neatly besides Tommie who quickly shakes her head and opens her arms for a hug, “Haven’t seen you since Christmas, I missed you.”
Tommie smiles, breathing in slowly as she accepts the hug from her friend. “Okay, I have so much planned for us, tonight is movie night, tomorrow I’m driving us to Cardiff and we’re having a shopping day, monday we’re going to go to the cinema, I haven’t decided on tuesday yet, struggling between a pamper day and a trip to a beach, but that might be too cold now I’m thinking about it.”
“Okay, let’s start with movie day-”
“Okay, but I’m picking. I cannot watch Fantastic Mr Fox again.”
“But it’s my favourite.”
“It’s the only film you watch besides Revenge of the Sith.”
“They’re good films.”
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾
The flashes are bright, too bright and she’d forgotten her sunglasses to protect herself from them.
The bag on her shoulder weighs her down more than everyone else, her laptop, books, writing books, hoodie and a pair of shoes she couldn’t fit into her suitcase make their weight known against her muscles.
Ross’ body blocks some of the light, but when he’s moved over by Jamie and towards the side her shield is gone.
The screams of teenage girls are too loud as they push against the old creaking barrier to try and get closer to Matty, he’s upfront, sunglasses and leather jacket on looking like a guy out of a Corey Hart song.
He revels in the attention whereas Tommie hates it, shying away as much as she can, hiding into the darkness of her hoodie as her hands fumble with the strap of her bag.
Then someone is breaking over the barrier, she can’t tell who gets over first, the fan or the rogue photographer.
They both shove each other, the poor teenage girl is on the floor, Tommie’s standing there above her, photographer’s camera in her face.
Without thinking she’s shoving the camera away, it clatters and smashes on the floor, hitting the girl who’s being helped up by other fans.
“Tommie! Tommie!”
Hands are gripping her from both sides of the barriers, the walkway hasn't been made big enough. Strangers are touching her and she holds her breath not to be sick right there.
“Tommie! Matty!”
Someone gripped her and pulled her into them, arms wrapped around and guiding her into the van, straight into the back.
George sits beside her, holding her hand in his lap as the rest pile in, Matty coming in last after signing a few screaming fans shirts.
Matty raises his brows as he peers over the drummer, but George shakes his head, wraps one arm around her, tugs her into his side and blocks her from the singer’s view.
“Tom.”
“Leave her be, Matty.”
“You alright?”
He ignores George and moves his arm to brush his knuckles across the top of her head, reaching around the back of George awkwardly to do it.
“Matty-”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
George elbows him, giving him a look that he once again ignores.
“I’m fine, Matt.”
Her tone is sharp, and he leans back, taking his arm away and resting his hands in his lap. “Okay, I was just asking.”
“You’re always just asking.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Ross looks between them slowly, the tension has been building between them for weeks and no one knows why.
Adam gives one harsh look to Matty and he’s pausing, shrinking back in his seat and mumbles an apology. “I jus-” He cuts himself off before he can finish the word, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾
February 21st 2017
“Just be honest with me, Jamie. Be brutal. It’s bad.”
Jamie sighs, “It can easily be fixed.” He assures, “I’m sure Matty will do something bad next week.”
She sighs and leans forward, head in her hands, Adam moving to rub up and down her back, “God, this is bad.”
“It’s fine, it’ll blow over.”
“Yeah, but I-”
“So what? Have you seen the way the Gallaghers act? Or any other mildly popular artists? People have done worse.”
She looks at the newspaper on the table. An article about her blowing off the fans at the airport, talks of assault as she’d accidentally shoved someone in a hurry to the awaiting car.
The truth was the flight had been bad, she’d been seated beside Matty, the pair still haven’t talked since he showed up at her house, and with the show after show after show routine she’d already been on edge.
It’s all falling apart. Something she used to be so good at, touring endlessly with no rest, is no longer her strong suit.
And to top it off, she hasn’t seen Button in two months, the dog has been staying with her grandparents back in South Wales to give her a break from moving around.
Usually articles like these would mean nothing to Tommie, she’d brush it aside with a half-arsed shrug.
But it's the fact they’re dragging Caleb and his band down with her, knowing the 1975 are far too popular around the world to be touched by a little article they’ve targeted Dirty Delights.
She knows they probably won’t see this. It’s a European news outlet, there’s no chance, right?
Nope.
Caleb had called her the moment it came out.
That’s why she’s panicking.
She doesn’t want to ruin Caleb’s career before it’s even begun.
George sighs, finally sitting down, “It’ll be forgotten next week. They’ll start talking about Taylor Swift again or a shitty Kardashian boob job or something, don’t worry.”
She sighs, “What if this ruins Caleb’s career?”
“What career?” Comes a snort from across the room.
Ross smiles, but it's quickly dropped when he sees the glare that Tommie is sending to Matty across the room.
“I can’t be the reason his band fails before they’ve even had the chance to start.”
“They’ve had plenty of chances, they’re the ones who's fucking up. I wouldn’t lose sleep over it.”
“Matty-” Adam tries but Tommie’s standing now.
“You’re forgetting you guys were in a band for ten years before you got the chance.”
“Yeah, but we had fans. People who’d turn up to our gigs-”
“Oh, you mean your groupies who’d give you money to suck you di-”
“Alright.” It’s Gabby who’s breaking them up, brows raised as she looks between them weirdly, she sighs as she moves to Matty pushing him back down, “Shut up.” She tells him as she moves to sit on the other side of Tommie, bringing her back down to rub her arms.
“Give it a few days, ignore it, don’t comment on it. You get things like this all the time.”
She shrugs, picking at her jeans as she nods, “I know.”
“Never usually bothers you like this.”
“I know.”
Matty’s jaw wiggles as he watches his girlfriend comfort Tommie quietly, arms around her with Tommie resting her head on her shoulder.
The door opens then, Caleb steps in, eyes falling to his girlfriend who sits up quickly. He smiles walking over to greet her and she stands as he hugs her.
He mutters a ‘don't worry about it all, we’ll talk later’ and she nods quickly.
Then Jamie's standing too, “Come on, five minutes and you’re all on.”
On her way out he grabs her hand, “I’ll sort it.”
“Thank you.”
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚
“I’m sorry.”
Caleb shrugs as they enter their hotel room in London, he sheds his jacket hanging it on the chair and starts unlacing his shoes.
“It was all too much, everything, I-”
“Babe.”
He turns, holding his hands out for her and she slowly accepts it, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault, I know how you get.”
“How I get?”
He nods, wincing at his words of choice, “You know what I mean.”
“No, no, I don’t.”
“Well, you’re… different, Tommie.”
“Different?”
He sighs, bowing his head, “I’m not winning this no matter what I say so whatever it is you’re building up to just get it out with.”
“I just want to know what you mean.” She says, knowing full well she does in fact know what he means, and she also is in fact building up to say something.
She sighs looking down, “I’ve always been called different, Caleb, but what does that mean?”
He sighs slowly, “You’re just… not like everyone else.” She raises a brow and he sighs, “It’s not a bad thing.”
She nods, then steps back shedding her blouse and jeans to put on her pyjamas.
“Tommie.” He says, watching her carefully, “You’re just a little more… I don’t know, sensitive I guess.”
“Sensitive?”
“Yeah. But also weirdly emotionless at the same time.” He says looking up at thought.
“I’m not different.” She says, as she glances up over his head at the mirror hanging on the wall to stare at herself. Picking apart everything, her straightened hair, the makeup still on her face, the gold necklace he got her for her birthday, the bags under her eyes, the little scar on her eyebrow from when she hit her head as a kid. It’s not her. It’s Caleb.
Straightened hair because he likes it like that, makeup left over despite how hard she’s scrubbed her face because she put so much on to hide the bags given to her by sleepless nights made no better by his comforting hands, a golden necklace replacing her favourite silver one because he caused an argument when she didn't wear it. The scar on her eyebrow he points out way too much, that he avoids touching when his fingers trace her features.
“I’m just me.”
Caleb watches her as she climbs into bed and hangs his head, “Tommie…”
“Goodnight, Caleb. Big day tomorrow.”
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Good behavior (one shot)
7.5k Words | inmate!Corey x f!Reader | NSFW
This is @cordelium's amazing art.
When he reached for your trash, you swiveled your chair so your pants brushed his strong forearm. He looked up at you from under his curls and you were biting your lip. You flashed your eyebrows, and he read you like a book. A devious smile spread across his face, then faded. His eyes were dark and sexy. As he stood back up, he ran his masculine, veiny hand up your leg, tracing a line halfway up your thigh. Your heart raced and your stomach fluttered.
SUMMARY: Inmate Corey is assigned work detail at your office and you're horny for him. You manage to get some privacy and hook up multiple times.
WARNINGS: Crazy sexual tension & horniness, bribery, inappropriate touching, mild dubcon since he has no rights (but he's so down), hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock), unsafe P in V, sometimes rough, various sex acts?
A/N: Inspiration/history | Check out the full-length illustration of Day 4. Also, check out @slutforstabbings hot new story.
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Day 1 - Monday
You saw him from behind when he bent over to pick up the trash bin in your office. The first thing you noticed was his shapely ass, followed by the rolled-up sleeves of his orange top. You were grateful to whoever issued his too-small prison garb. Judging by the curve of his biceps, he probably had to cuff the sleeves or else cut off his circulation.
"Thanks," you said.
"No problem," he responded in a deep voice with a northern accent. As he turned his head toward you, you saw the scar on his neck. His curly hair. His perfect nose. There was no doubt who it was. He did a double take and caught you checking him out with your mouth agape. He gave you a little smirk and raised his eyebrows as he left with his Corrections Officer.
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You couldn't help it. Not only did he have a stunning body, but you were also stunned to see "psycho killer" Corey Cunningham on inmate work detail at all, let alone there of all places: The judicial complex where he was convicted. The thing was, he was only convicted of arson and destruction of property, so he wasn’t treated as a violent offender.
Corey was never even charged with a violent crime after the 2022 killing spree. All the murders were pinned on Michael Myers – Law Enforcement was in a tight spot after allowing a town mob to literally shred him to a pulp. It would be a terrible look if they turned around and said, “by the way, someone else actually committed most of the Halloween murders this year.” They wanted to avoid anything that could raise even a shred of doubt that Michael deserved it.
Plenty of people in Haddonfield still connected the deaths to Corey, though. The motives pointed to him, whereas motives were never a factor for Michael Myers. There were two major competing theories about the 2022 victims: either Corey killed them with Michael, or Michael killed them for Corey, his rumored lover. If the latter was true, frankly, you thought that was hot as fuck. But all you knew for sure was that Corey Cunningham was fine as hell and suddenly in your office.
Obviously, Corey’s work detail assignment was all the talk around the water cooler that day. You downplayed it and suggested everyone just keep to themselves whenever he came in. If it was any other notorious criminal, you would have been on the phone with the Warden’s Office within minutes asking how the hell this happened. It was an open mockery of the system. But the last thing you wanted them to do was take him away. You secretly lusted after him during the whole joke of an investigation into “Michael’s” latest killing spree, and then throughout his arson trial. It wasn’t unethical - Your agency didn’t handle felonies, thankfully. But all the agencies talk, and you hung on any crumb you heard about him.
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You thought about Corey all day. You thought about how your office was back in the corner, and the windows had blinds. You thought about the way he looked at you. Your wheels started turning. As a starting point, you moved your trash can under your desk and twisted the blinds shut on your window to the main office hall.
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Day 2 - Tuesday
The next day, when Corey came in, he greeted you with your name, which was printed on your office door. Something about that scar was so hot. You loved his tattoos, too. You stayed in your chair, right next to the waste basket. He stopped for a moment to look around your office for the trash. "Good morning," you said quietly. You nodded under your desk. It was a bold move. You didn't want to be demeaning, but you knew he would like where you were headed with this. He smirked subtly and approached your desk.
When he reached for your trash, you swiveled your chair so your pants brushed his strong forearm. He looked up at you from under his curls and you were biting your lip. You flashed your eyebrows, and he read you like a book. A devious smile spread across his face, then faded. His eyes were dark and sexy. As he stood back up, he ran his masculine, veiny hand up your leg, tracing a line halfway up your thigh. Your heart raced and your stomach fluttered. He went and emptied your trash before coming back.
After returning the basket under your desk, his chin hovered over your shoulder. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck, and you were tingling everywhere. He put his mouth to your ear and whispered, "you smell amazing." Your ears burned and your nipples were rock hard. You could hardly stand the tension. You inhaled deeply and smiled. He smelled amazing, too. Like wood, musk, and fresh cotton.
After Corey left your office, you made a trip to the restroom just so you could politely greet his Corrections Officer and take note of the name on his tag.
That day, you also volunteered to stay back from a conference everyone else in your office would attend the following week. You pointed out the critical need for someone to be on call in the actual office. Records were close to full virtualization, but there were still some physical files. When they said yes, you had to contain your excitement. The Solicitor General personally thanked you for looking out.
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Day 3 - Wednesday
Colleagues seemed to notice that you wore a skirt, but you didn't care. You almost always wore pants, but at this point, every choice you made needed to bring you closer to having Corey Cunningham inside you.
That morning, you closed your door more than half-way and stood at your desk. You wheeled your chair slightly out of the way. Corey slipped into your office without opening the door wider, and stopped in his tracks when he saw you in that skirt. You shamelessly checked each other out like two animals in a mating ritual. Your eyes fell on the bulge in his orange pants. Both your faces flushed. You each knew exactly what you wanted.
You turned to face your computer without sitting down. You wrote on a post-it note "everyone will be gone Mon-Weds" and put it on the top of your trash, which he still had to crouch down to pick up. He read the note and looked up at you with his pupils wide, then scanned your body as he stood up, his hand trailing up the inside of your bare leg. "Good," he said to your chest, then crumpled up the note. He was breathing heavily. His muscular thigh grazed yours as he went to empty the trash.
He came back with the empty basket, and for a moment, he stood directly behind you with his free hand on your hip. He gently pressed his hard-on against your skirt and dragged it about an inch upward. You silently gasped at the pang of pleasure. You both heard the CO's keys jingling increasingly louder in the hall. Before leaving, Corey adjusted himself, which made your toes curl. He gave you the most lustful gaze on his way out. You were determined for this man to fuck you.
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You thought about Corey that night and barely even touched yourself but came so hard. You needed to figure out how the two of you would get some privacy from the CO. You did some research. The CO escorting him normally worked at the prison and was only on a temporary assignment at the judicial complex to fill in for someone on parental leave. The judicial complex was by far the preferred place to work, and it paid more, too. It probably wouldn’t take more than a phone call to get him permanently transferred, which would benefit both you and the CO. Hopefully this might incentivize the CO’s cooperation the following week.
Before you proposed this, you would have to make sure the CO was essentially bribable – the pay was absurdly low, so many of them were – and that he wouldn't turn around and try to get you fired. On your way home, you bought a burner phone.
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Day 4 - Thursday
You emptied your own trash before Corey got there, buying you a couple of minutes. He came in with a broom and dust pan, but there was nothing to sweep. You sat in your chair and he stood in front of you. You looked at each other with electricity between you, wondering what would happen next – or rather, how you would make it happen. You grabbed a fine point sharpie and pulled down his waistband, sending a rush through your body and his. His breath was so heavy. You watched his bulge swell, then rested the heel of your palm against it as you held his waistband. He held his shirt up for you, and you wrote your burner number just above his pubic hair. It was wildly intimate.
When you finished writing, you didn’t scoot back, and Corey didn't bother turning away when he adjusted himself before leaving. You caught a glimpse of his fat, pink cock-head and felt weak in the knees. You were so wet that when he left, you had to turn your skirt around to make sure your arousal wasn't visible. You went home during lunch and changed underwear. On your way back to work, you stopped at the bank to withdraw some cash, just to get the conversation started with the CO. You kept your door half-closed for the rest of the day so it wouldn't be conspicuous when you kept it half-closed with Corey there in the morning.
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Later that night, you were eating dinner alone at home when you got the call.
"You have received a collect call from an inmate at the Illinois Department of Corrections. Would you like to accept the charges?" Your heart raced.
You pressed #1 and said "Hey,” as casually as you could. “It’s good to hear from you.”
Neither of you were stupid, you knew the line was monitored and recorded. .
"Uh, hey," he said, his low voice sending a hot chill down your spine.
"How are you doing?" you asked.
He groaned softly, which sent you throbbing. "It's been a hard week," he said.
Your chest swarmed with butterflies. "Yeah? How hard?"
"Very, very hard." God, he was so fucking hot.
You sighed. "I really wish there was something I could do about that."
"God, me too. Trust me."
"Um. Is your CO nice at least?"
"Oh yeah," Corey said. "He's one of the best. He's really nice, as long as we are, too." Jackpot.
You exhaled in relief. "Well, good." You started walking to your bedroom, dying for relief.
"Yeah," Corey said. "How's your work? Are you ready for your thing?"
"Ugh, I couldn't be more ready." It was true. You were aching for him. You opened your nightstand.
You heard someone tell him his time was up in the background. You laid down and put your vibrator up your skirt.
"I've gotta run," he told you.
"It was nice hearing your voice," you said.
"Yeah, you too, babe." . . .Babe. Your heart fluttered, and that's not all.
You were about to overheat by the time he hung up and you turned on the toy. You made yourself come in less than a minute, and you couldn't help but say his name.
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Day 5 - Friday
Now that your plans were in motion, you were even more excited than usual to see Corey. You tied up your trash in a grocery bag to save him some time, but left it in your bin so he wouldn’t leave empty handed. You were purring between the legs by the time he entered your office and gave you that hungry look. You could already see the beginning of his arousal. His broad chest heaved under his prison garb and the veins on his hands bulged.
You sat toward the edge of your chair. He crouched next to you to get the trash, inhaling you on his way down. He turned to face you, and you swiveled your chair toward him. You subtly opened your legs at the risk of a tidal wave whooshing onto your chair. He wasted no time sliding his hand up your inner thigh all the way to your soaked underwear. You watched his prison tattoos flex as he gently rubbed his thick digits along your panties. Your clit throbbed so hard, he must have felt it. He inhaled deeply, then surprised you by lingering there and nudging the wet, silky fabric aside. Living dangerously.
He bit his gorgeous lip as he slid two fingers into you with a silent shudder. You gasped softly, then quickly covered your mouth. He breathed heavily as he gently fingered you, his thumb on your clit. His lips parted and his head tilted back. His Adam's apple was absurdly sexy, and the scar on his neck mesmerized you.
Corey obviously had trouble peeling himself away, as did you. You were so fucking hot for him, you would've risked almost anything for just a few more seconds - anything but the chance to have him inside you. You didn't want to ruin what you were so close to achieving.
"Here," you whispered with a folded $100 bill held between two fingers like a cigarette in your lap as you began to close your legs. You dared to finger the back of his curly mullet before he stood up. The seediness of giving him money turned you on even more. He withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth as he stood up. His bulge had grown and was once again right in front of you. You slipped the bill into his waistband and took the opportunity to graze his raging hard-on. "Tell him we wanna talk," you said.
He nodded. The keys of the CO jingled closer, and Corey quickly composed himself.
"See you then," he whispered as he secured the cash. He adjusted himself and you felt the sharpest pang of desire. You watched his ass as he left. It looked so ripe, you wanted to pluck him right off the vine.
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THE WEEKEND
Sunday, you got another call from prison.
"I miss you," he said.
"I miss you too," you told him.
"How's the weather?" he asked.
"Wet. Very wet."
"It's gonna be hotter Monday," he said, then shifted gears. "Hey, uh, the friend we talked about wants to meet you. He's cool."
This was very good news.
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Day 6 - Monday
Monday, you were alone in your office, just as you planned, and you could not have been more ready for Corey. You wore very accessible underwear and a skirt that was long enough to be decent but flowy enough to easily lift. Your shirt wrapped around with a tie closure. You didn't know how much time you would have.
It was radio silent in the office with everyone else gone to the retreat. You gathered up everyone's trash yourself and put it in one bag so it would be ready for Corey and the CO. Right on schedule, you heard the door to the office open, then the CO's keys jingle louder and louder down the hall until your door pushed open.
You were leaning back against the front of your desk but stood up straight when they came in. You started to introduce yourself.
"I know who you are," the CO said gently. "I know you're as human as me. I've just gotta know I'm talking to the person, not the job."
“Of course,” you said, then cleared your throat. “You normally work at the prison, right? The gig here is until, what, next month?”
He nodded, intrigued. “That’s right.”
“Do you like it enough to stay?”
“Sure,” he said, skeptically. “How do we make it happen?”
“Well, Corey and I would appreciate a little privacy this week. I know you have a tight schedule, and this won’t even disrupt it. I’ll handle the cleaning for our office, and we’d like to spend that time alone instead. If we can do that, I’ll make a call next week.”
He slowly nodded, either wondering how he could trust you to make the call, or marveling that you could truly be that horny.
“I think we both want the same thing,” you reassured him. “For you to be here. It would obviously benefit me, too, in case of any future, uh, opportunity.”
You glanced toward Corey, who was chewing his thumbnail excitedly. Every little thing he did was so fucking sexy.
“Sound good? Here,“ you slipped him several folded bills. “For your discretion meanwhile.”
The CO looked you in the eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. He extended his hand to shake yours, then pocketed the cash. “Alright,” he said.
Before the CO even left, Corey was all the way up against you, backing you into the edge of your desk, hands engulfing your head, his lips grazing yours, breathing hotly into your mouth as your hands drifted toward his ass.
“Ten minutes," the CO said and you heard him jingle away. You pried your head from Corey’s for a moment to look at the clock on your wall.
9:40
“That was hot as fuck,” Corey growled in your ear.
Then, he kissed you like it was his first time tasting water. Your chest swelled full of life as your mouth greedily accepted his, and you untied your blouse. He grinded his arousal into you and grabbed your ass. You slid your hand into his waistband. Hot, rock-hard, and thick.
He wedged himself between your knees and nudged you into sitting on the edge of your desk. He bowed his head to continue kissing you thirstily. He threw your blouse open as your palm moved the smooth, warm skin of his girthy shaft. You were throbbing impatiently beneath your skirt and the feeling radiated through your ass and thighs. He palmed your breast aggressively, nudging your bra down, then took your nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite while his other hand slid between your legs. His cock head weeped into your palm. You almost choked on your gasp. You were desperate for him.
9:42
When his thick fingers reached the narrow, wet lace of your thong, he whispered "fuck, yeah" as he pushed it aside. His voice got hotter and hotter. He gathered your skirt out of the way, and his head dove between your legs. His beautiful nose rubbed your clit in a way you never knew you needed as he lapped at your dripping seam and softly moaned into your cunt. He devoured you like he was starving - eyes closed, brow furrowed.
But every inch of your body wanted every inch of his. “I need you inside me,” you said.
He stood up and fumbled with his waistband, his lips returning to yours, imparting the light tinge of yourself. You helped him free his cock and tilted your hips invitingly. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you against him. His warm, naked shaft dragged up and down your slippery seam. The warm tension in your core coiled tighter and you whimpered.
The swollen head of his cock prodded at your entrance. You never needed anything as bad as you needed him inside you at that moment. He held you tight and plunged his cock inside you. You moaned in unison. You were so absurdly wet and ready that his imposing girth felt nothing but amazing. He pulled back just a little, then plunged even further, bottoming out with the sexiest grunt.
9:45
It was the perfect stretch and each thrust felt better than the last. Your hips moved in the same rhythm. He was meant to be inside you. You were already close. You wrapped your legs around him. He lifted one of your thighs, and you sank further onto him than you knew was possible, your clit smashing and grinding into his pubic bone with each beat. Oh God, the friction was perfect.
9:48
You came harder than you knew was possible, your whole body contracting, releasing. Corey erupted with a groan, holding you down on his cock, and pulsed enormously inside you. His hips rolled into yours much slower as he came, and when his balls had given you everything, he sat you down on your desk. You both were breathing heavily, his forehead against yours, when you heard the front office door open.
9:51
"Fuck," Corey exhaled. "I'm sorry." You both scrambled to compose yourselves. You tied your blouse again as the keys jingled down the hall and the CO’s shadow passed your closed blinds.
"Damn," the CO said when he saw you all hot and disheveled. "You're the real deal. I'll give you a minute," he said, and stepped outside your office.
"God, you're so fucking hot," Corey gushed in a whisper, and kissed you forcefully before he left.
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Tuesday - Day 7
The next morning, you got an actual work call you had to deal with. It was an Assistant District Attorney. You hoped Corey didn't hear his voice. The door to the front office opened just as you were finishing up. You got off the call and scrambled to clear your desk and calm your nerves.
There were no jingling keys, just one set of heavy footsteps. You paused your clean-up to take off your blazer, leaving a black, stretchy tube dress with a built-in shelf bra. You planned to take off your underwear before he arrived but didn't have time. You would've gone commando to begin with, but thoughts of Corey would have been a hazard to your chair.
Your heart pounded and your core tightened the closer he got. Through the blinds of your interior window, you saw his silhouette approach. It was an attractive shape. You tingled all over.
"Sorry," you said as you picked up a stack of files to move to your credenza.
Corey didn't say a word, not "it's okay," not even "hey." He came in and closed the door behind him. You looked up at him and did a double take. There was a different energy about him. More intense. He had a dark, wild look in his eyes, but otherwise, no expression.
His pants stretched tight over his arousal as he lumbered toward you. So fucking hot. He engulfed you dominantly from behind. His hard chest pressed against your back, his hardness into your ass, and you dropped the stack of files. His mouth latched onto your neck as his hands roved hungrily, groping your breasts, hiking up your dress, sliding his hand down your panties and flattening his fingers against your dripping cunt with rolling pressure. He was rougher, more controlling. He breathed heavily into your ear, but said nothing.
You were already throbbing so hard. He pushed the top of your dress down out of the way as he aggressively palmed your breasts, sucked your neck, and rutted into you. He manhandled you over the end of your credenza and yanked your dress all the way up over your ass, turning it into a pathetic tube top that sat beneath your breasts.
His thighs pinned you to the credenza, his massive hand slid between your legs again, and the throbbing hardness in his pants pressed into you forcefully. He shuddered and your nipples hardened, making him grope both breasts, even harder. You felt his bulge swell against you as it rolled into your ass. You ached for him so badly. You pulled down your panties with both hands and he pulled down his pants. He must have looked so hot. You turned to look at him, but his large hand on your back forced you down onto the polished wood surface. You couldn't see the clock.
Corey inhaled deeply and you felt his swollen cock-head slide against your dripping seam, then he shoved himself into you with a primal grunt. Holy fuck, he felt so good. He thrust into you harder, stretching your insides so he could bottom out. And again, filling you to the brim with his meat. The tension inside you was coiled so tight you could have come at any moment. He was impossibly hard and thick. He lowered his chest over your back as he fucked you. He let you rise up just enough for his arms to wrap around you, his large, rough hands feeling you up as he rammed into you. He fucked you like an animal until the tight coil in your core sprang open all at once, sending an intoxicating rush through your whole body each time you pulsed in release.
You came hard. His large, veiny hand clamped over your mouth and muffled your moan. His strong arms kept you almost still as your muscles jolted and jerked. As you pulsed and quaked and whimpered into his hand, he didn’t let up at all until suddenly he was coming, too. He growled almost imperceptibly, milking his cock with your contractions. You were moving as one body, one beautiful machine, jolting together in silent bliss. As you both finished coming, he finally relaxed his grip around you.
His arms lifted your chest up and squeezed you from behind, his cock still inside you. You were both panting. He kissed the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply through his nose, then gently pulled your dress up over your breasts, caressing them through the smooth fabric. His cock didn’t seem to shrink at all. You didn't want him to pull out. Not now, not ever.
But you heard the front office door open. He inhaled your hair deeply and slid his dick out of you. He tugged your dress down and allowed you to face him as he pulled up his pants. You gawked at his thighs. When your eyes met, his were black. He ran his hands down your sides, then over your ass, pulling your pelvis gently into his.
The CO knocked on your office door, "We gotta move."
Corey read your face and vacantly kissed you on the forehead as his cum trickled down your inner thigh. Your fingers itched to caress the scar on his neck, but you didn't dare, especially not this time. His dark eyes looked you up and down, and he left without a single word. The CO's keys echoed more loudly than ever as they walked away.
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Dark, masculine energy hung in the air even after he left.
What the hell just happened? Not a single word. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it was like he was someone else.
A chill ran down your spine when you realized who.
It was hot as fuck.
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You received a collect call that night on your burner. Was he going to say something or just breathe into the phone?
"Hey beautiful." It was like nothing happened. When you heard his voice, you wanted to jump through the phone and onto his dick.
"God, it's good to hear your voice," you said.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Ah, maybe it was the fact that you weren’t ready for him.
"Yeah," you said, then something came over you. Hearing his voice made you so fucking hot for him, like you needed to chain him to your desk and just ride him all day. "I'm actually going to be leading it."
"Oh," he said. He inhaled and exhaled loudly "hmm." His voice was a low hum.
"Yeah, I hope they're ready."
He let out an aching sigh. "I'm sure they will be. . .hey, what if it's longer than the other sessions?"
Your heart swelled. "I would love that," you said. "there's always more to pack in."
"Ugh," he groaned softly and your nipples puckered. His voice was low and gruff as he said, "Yeah, there is."
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Wednesday - Day 8
You chose a leather chair with no arms that would allow you to be face to face. You took off your underwear, button-up shirt, and bra, leaving only a skirt and thin spaghetti-strap tank. God forbid anyone else walk in.
Corey arrived about ten minutes earlier than usual and looked at you like he was starving. You nodded to the chair. "Alright," he said your name as he took his seat, manspreading. Your name sounded so hot in his mouth. "Your move." God, the sound of his voice. The look in his eyes. He glanced at the clock. "We've probably got like 15-20."
9:30
"Thank God," you said. It was still virtually no time at all, but every minute with him felt like a gift. You took a moment to appreciate his entire form, from his dark, curly locks down to his huge boots. His muscles. His pre-faded prison tattoos. His almost-snarl. He was so imposing and delicious. You wanted, needed to see more of him. He looked physically pained not to be touching you. He opened his arms and his biceps flexed under his rolled-up sleeves.
You swung your leg over him and straddled him, your throbbing warmth meeting the hardness of his pants right away. He bit his lip as his pelvis rose to greet you and his massive hands ran up and down your sides. His lips hungrily claimed yours, his tongue forcing your mouth open. You rolled your hips into him and his cock swelled harder against you. You physically flinched in pleasure, breaking the kiss. It was almost too much too soon. Corey breathed loudly, and he searched your eyes as you grinded into him, admiring his face. His hands ran from your thighs up to your ass, taking your skirt all the way up.
You curled your fingers under his shirt and he took it off in a flash. Oh my. He held your balance as you leaned back and ran your hands all over his firm, broad chest and he watched your eyes roam his body. You scooted your ass back toward his knees, painfully prying your pelvis away from his for just a minute to take it all in.
9:32
Your thumbs traced between his pecs, down his abs, around his belly button, his happy trail, where you shoved your hand into his pants. You massaged his warm, engorged member and he thrust it into your hand. If this was the last chance you had, you needed to taste him. You pulled his waistband down and got on your knees.
It was your first time seeing his cock head-on, and you tried not to dwell on its beauty while the clock was ticking. You were mesmerized by his fine, red hair. You wrapped your lips around the swollen tip and when you sucked it into your mouth, he sucked air in through his teeth and his chest puffed out. He stroked your cheek with a large knuckle and the vein on his hand looked so hot.
He was delicious. Salty and musky. You inhaled as deep as you could through your nose. Your fingers gently felt the fine red hair above his cock as you opened wide and took as much of him as your mouth could hold. His chest heaved and he moaned. You looked up at him with his cock in your mouth and he was so fucking hot from that angle. His muscles. His Adam's apple. The scar on his neck. His shitty, seedy tattoos. A symbol or vertical zig-zag on his hip bone. You were throbbing so hard you almost straddled his filthy boot seeking friction and you knew it was time to move on.
But first, you slurped his cock further into your mouth. "Fuck," he said in the voice that drove you wild. "Okay," he panted, "get back up here, assuming you wanna fuck before I come."
You looked at him, and he looked at the ceiling. Ugh, that throat.
9:37
You held his hard cock in your hand and tried to memorize his whole groin as quickly as you could. You checked out the tat on his hip bone. Holy shit. It wasn’t a zig-zag, it was initials: "M.M." You were floored and extremely turned on. You ran your thumb over it lightly, and his cock swelled in your hand. His eyes widened then darkened as he looked down at your thumb on the initials, and he got even harder. His cock was weeping in your hand.
As you urgently climbed back onto him, you had to ask. "Is it true?"
He raised his eyebrows, and in the sexiest, hushed voice, he asked, "Do you want it to be?"
You nodded almost imperceptibly and dragged your wet heat against his smooth, naked shaft. His hardness took your breath away.
“Yeah? Does it turn you on?" He asked as he grabbed your ass and moved you harder into him. You slid firmly up and down his stiff member, and each time his tip met your clit, it was a burst of pleasure everywhere.
"Yeah," you whispered lowly, searching his face for an answer. His eyebrows jumped and he smirked ever so slightly as he swelled against you even harder. God, your whole body ached for him.
You aligned your entrance, and his cock nudged it needily. You began to sink onto him, and he gasped. His smirk disappeared and his lips parted. His massive hands on your hips brought you down on him hard.
"Fuck, yeah," he groaned as the enhanced girth of his swollen cock parted your insides.
You had never been so full, and it felt amazing. Your nipples puckered, goosebumps prickled across your breasts, and your arm hair stood on end. His breath was ragged. He withdrew just a tad, then thrust up into you as you sank down even harder. You felt so alive.
As you rolled your hips into his, he moaned and his mouth hung open. His pelvis rose, rocking you into the air. Your lips drew his mouth into yours, swallowing his breathy moans, and he kissed you more ferally than you'd ever been kissed. He held you down on his cock and your aching clit found friction where your bodies met. The motion of your hips together moved his girth inside you in just the right way. His cock would retreat just an inch, then, your body would swiftly reclaim it.
You draped your wrists on the back of the chair and fingered his curls as you rode him, marveling at his beautiful face. He thrust in perfect rhythm with your needy hips. You tore off your shirt and he softly moaned into your neck.
His hot breath on your skin sent you over the edge. Your whole body shook, and as his mouth went to your tit, you buried your lips in the hair behind his ear to stop from crying out. He smelled so masculine. He slowed his pace and shuddered as you clenched around his cock. You finished coming, and relief flooded your body.
9:45
When you looked him in the eyes again, it was like you both had the sudden realization that this was it. He kissed you more desperately than ever, like he needed you to live, and began thrusting into you harder. He sucked your neck painfully hard and held you tight against him. Your bare skin together felt like you should never be torn apart.
God, this man did something to you. Your chest swelled and tension consumed your core again. He slid his arms under your knees, letting them hang over his elbows, gently tilting your hips. Your spine arched and he sloppily kissed his way from your sternum to your neck. He wrapped his arms around your back, pushing your hamstrings up and spreading your legs wide.
In one smooth movement, he stood up from the chair, his cock twitching deep inside you, and laid you down on your desk. He hovered over you, as if his dark eyes were studying, absorbing the pleasure on your face. You wrapped your legs around him and he fucked you so hard and deep. Filling you to the brim each time, his balls slamming into you.
He groaned as he began to pulse inside you. You whimpered, and pleasure burst from your solar plexus, almost blinding you as you came – you saw his face contort in broken flashes. His cock pulsed violently inside you, with a huge swell of warmth in your core every time your walls clenched around him. His body folded into yours heavily as you both finished coming and your legs relaxed around him. He grunted softly in protest when your aftershocks overstimulated him.
He nuzzled his hair into your chest and neck, kissing you sloppily, desperate for more time with you, knowing it was over any second. He hugged you as he straightened his back, bringing you upright with him. You sat on your desk, your ankles hooked around his legs, kissing his pecs, his sternum, his tattoos, his scar, with your hands memorizing each other's bodies. The front office door opened and he hugged you tightly into him, so tight you could hardly breathe but didn't want him to ever let go.
As the keys jingled closer, you both dressed hastily. Your thumb brushed his tattoo as he pulled up his pants.
Corey kissed you one more time, deeper than ever, like he was taking something he knew you’d need back.
9:52
You knew this goodbye wouldn’t be forever. That simply couldn't be the last time. You didn't care what it took - you had a primal need for this man.
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You felt despondent for a few hours. There were so many things you hadn't done. You indulged yourself in a montage. You wanted to swallow his cum and hear him groan at full volume. You wanted his magnificent nose to linger between your legs and penetrate you, but you hadn't been able to pry yourself away from his cock for long enough. Your eyes welled up with the horniest tears. You scolded yourself for this emotional state, but it's a terrible feeling, the pain of something you can't have, even if it's right in front of you.
Finally, you composed yourself and made the call. You asked about Corey's CO. Your friend in the Warden’s Office said, “I don’t see why not." He even said he'd get the paperwork started. Your tears threatened to return as ones of hope. You went to the bathroom and splashed your face and did a double take in the mirror. Your hand shot to your neck and your face got hot, but then, your heart swelled. You still had him with you. You would savor his marks until you could figure everything out.
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Day 9 (The Day After) - Thursday
About half the office came back from the conference Thursday. You wore a dress with a silk scarf and blazer. Two of the cooler investigators, Oscar and Kate, who worked in a different wing, stopped by to catch you up. You suspected they had something going on between them, you just weren’t sure what. Neither of them were single. Investigators were pretty good about covering their own tracks and picking up the scents of others. It was a hazard of working with them. You made sure to clean your office thoroughly for that reason.
Oscar sat in the black leather chair where Corey and you fucked 25 hours prior, and Kate sat in the one next to it. You sat behind your desk, the one Corey fucked you on twice. Kate gave you a book, which you put behind you on the credenza where you also fucked.
The first thing they told you about was a guy from the conference. Oscar thought you’d like him a lot. Kate disagreed. You had no interest at all, but you let them tell you anyway. You enjoyed listening to them bicker. It made their sexual tension so obvious. Their banter was one thing you missed after being moved over to this wing. When Kate started telling you about the actual conference, you sat back lazily in your chair and nodded vacantly. Your hand drifted to your neck, grazing the bruises under your scarf. The sexual montage in your head was so distracting that you didn’t notice what time it was.
As Kate yammered on about cyber risk in criminal justice, Corey came into your office and you startled upright, causing Oscar to look behind him at the door and do a double take.
Oscar said, “Mind knocking? We’re kinda busy, man.”
“No, it’s fine,” you said. “Thank you,” you smiled at Corey. “I don’t have any trash, though.” You didn’t.
Corey just kind of looked at you. But what were you going to do, kick your colleagues out of your office so your secret psycho killer boyfriend could feel you up? You looked at him somewhat apologetically.
Kate looked back and forth between you and Corey. Then, so did Oscar.
“You heard her,” Oscar told him. Corey didn’t even look at Oscar. He smiled at you and left quietly.
Oscar turned back around and looked at you, then shook his head in disbelief. “Fucking Corey Cunningham,” he said. “Really??”
You tried to stop your face from going white.
“I had to see it to believe it,” he said.
Oscar looked back at the doorway, then at Kate, then at you again. You didn’t react. He needed to show more of his hand.
“How does Corey Cunningham get work detail?” he finally said. You internally breathed a sigh of relief but also wondered if Corey could hear him.
“Good behavior?” you said with air quotes. Air quotes could imply anything from politics to extortion.
“Oscar, don’t you have that meeting with Frank?” Kate said abruptly.
“Shit.” Oscar left.
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Kate leaned into your desk and asked, “So?”
“What?” you asked.
“Fucking Cunningham. Details?”
She was studying your face so intently. You were normally as cool as a cucumber and very hard to read, but you wouldn’t be surprised if that had gone out the window along with the rest of your self-restraint.
You shrugged. “He started last week, I think.”
“Have you talked to him?”
“Small talk. Perfect gentleman so far.”
“Hmm,” Kate said, still studying your face. Her eyes drifted to the chair Oscar sat in. Surely you didn’t miss a cum stain. You wondered what Kate would do if she knew. Your heart started beating faster. She looked at your jugular vein. Shit.
Her face broke into a smile. “You think he’s hot, don’t you?”
Now, this you could deal with. You answered carefully, “Like. . . objectively?” your face breaking into a smile.
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “He’s hot,” she said, laughing and nodding, covering her mouth like she was such a bad girl.
“Right??” You mirrored her demeanor. It was objectively true, so you had that going for you.
“Yeah, I hope they keep him around,” she said in a whisper. “I just wouldn’t want to be alone with the guy,” she added.
“I mean. . .” you raised your eyebrows. Joking about it would mean you had nothing to hide.
She playfully slapped your wrist and doubled over laughing. “I miss you. I wish I worked in this wing.” You were glad she didn’t, even though you missed her, too.
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You worried about Corey all day and were relieved to get a collect call almost as soon as you got home.
“Hey baby,” you said gently, worried he’d be mad. “How are you?”
“Oh so now you care,” he replied.
“Of course I care,” you pleaded. “Come on, you know I can’t – I had kind of a shitty morning.”
“No, I know, babe. I was just thinking about you,” he said softly.
“I was thinking about you, too. Like all day.”
“Really? What were you wearing?” he asked. His voice was really working its magic between your legs.
“Well, right now, I'm not wearing much-”
“No scarf?” he cut you off.
“Um-”
“You should never wear a scarf. You should be proud of your beautiful neck. Don't you like it?”
“I really do,” you sighed and stroked your painful bruises.
“Oh! I think everything’s going to work out with our friend,” you told him.
His voice brightened. “Good,” he said. “I hope you have a better morning tomorrow.”
“Me too. I’ll do what I can.”
You set a reminder to take off your scarf while he was there, unsure what else you could do about that without attracting attention that would jeopardize the whole situation.
Something else was bugging you, though. Was Corey really not the least bit upset at being shooed away from your office? You wondered if you should be worried about Oscar.
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Afterword: Luckily, i've taken an oath not to let morality interfere with my writing, but prison labor reform is worth a google if you're interested in social issues.
#corey cunningham smut#corey cunningham#sluttified!corey cunningham#beefcake!corey cunningham#hot!corey cunningham#survivor!corey cunningham#sleazy and depraved (both of them)#corey cunningham x you#corey cunningham x reader#cordeliart#toxicanonymity ☠️
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I mean the only song that Steve listens to in canon is ”Hammer to fall” which is a very political song by Queen who were very queer. Like I mean I bet that it means nothing to Duffers but if you interpret this song choice to benefit and enrich Steve’s characterization as much as some people interpret Eddie’s taste in music, you can get something very interesting. It’s very much against certain parts of Western society that Steve CANT not recognize. But no. It’s Tears for Fears and Abba.
I don’t get it at all! I think Robin and Steve would love to sing together to something like the Smiths “Heaven knows I’m miserable know”, it’s basically THEIR song. Like why. Like Depeche Mode was gaining popularity at the time, I bet Robin would be very into that. And by the way Eddie would hate DM, so you don’t even have to change much.
It’s this notion that Steve is not inherently weird and rebellious by himself when his whole character existence is him fighting toxic masculinity allegations and wearing little sailor suits that surprises me. Come on, Steve is best friends with a lesbian he is at least aware of contre-culture but probably just consumes it together with Robin regularly. There are several in-canon hints to his bisexuality even, however subtle and meaningless. And Steve’s inability to perform masculinity correctly is constantly made fun of by the show (he can’t win a fight).
At this point some authors just write not about Steve, but some ideal romantic interest that is very fuckable but also like elevates Eddie and makes him more cool and smart. Which by the way something that canon Eddie would likely not want in a relationship and definitely doesn’t think about Steve like that.
well, in canon, steve plays ���sunglasses at night’ by corey heart, ‘hammer to fall’ by queen, ‘object of my desire’ by starpoint, and ‘hard feelings’ by kerby (which according to google is a song from 2015?). these songs are all diegetic, which means that as we listen to them, the characters can hear them too. steve also sings, and knows the words to ‘old time rock & roll’ by bob seger.
i do think that robin would introduce him to more music, maybe more alternative music than steve generally listens to. robin’s kinda hard because she doesn’t really listen to anything, although she is in the car when ‘object of my desire’ is playing, so you could argue that’s her taste too.
i don’t have an issue with hcs of steve liking tears for fears, it’s popular! (though i think steve’s mum probably listened to abba more than steve did.) but it’s just this really weird trend that people invent or completely change aspects of steve’s personality, purely so that eddie and the others can make fun of him, and change him.
i honestly think it happens because the people writing these fics either don’t listen to much 80s music, or they know nothing about it. so they write eddie listening to depeche mode, and other punk music that eddie would probably actually hate.
yeah, i hate that people strip steve of his characteristics so they can pretend he’s this, ‘normie jock’ when steve is often seen rebelling against what society expects of him.
i think eddie and steve are actually really interesting in that way, because eddie kind of performs the way people expect him to. he plays the freak, whereas steve turned against what people wanted him to do, he decided to forge his own path. but, like you said, all of that is tossed away to make eddie seem cooler.
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hey, i’m the Anon with the “if he wanted to, he would”/sophie precedent theory! thanks for reading it :)
just wanted to totally agree that it was def immediately noticeable to me as well that it was always N taking over the shipping questions and it seemed intentional and strategic. That’s an interesting theory, about him not answering to leave that door open. I think it could be part of the reasoning.
i think PR was involved and I think it was intentional for a few reasons:
by not saying anything, it gave L plausible deniability with his relationship status during the press tour (at a starting point where 95% of bridgerton fans had no idea about A) bc maybe their PR teams anticipated that fans could be like “why didn’t he ever mention having a gf, like corey did?” bc let’s be real, it totally benefits netflix/shonda/luke’s PR to leave his new relationship status as ambiguous as possible to fans leading up to the premiere. part of the entire purpose of the 6 month long press tour was to emphasize L and N’s chemistry in interviews and fuel the shipping rumors to get potential viewers hyped for the show and ultimately benefit everyone’s bottom line ($$$).
By the time the press tour had started, L and A had likely only been dating for like 2-3 months (the earliest evidence I’ve personally seen is from November from their Soho trip with R/S, not sure if they dated before then tho…) so the relationship was still very fresh, probably too fresh for L to want to bring up having a partner, as he had done in interviews before with J (they even walked the BS2 carpet together), but if he didn’t ever bring up A he prob knew that would be salt on the wound for her during this whole press tour emphasizing L and N’s chemistry bc she obv doesn’t want their relationship to be secret. So I can totally understand L wanting to take the easy way out from having to bring his relationship status into question at all and just letting N answer every time so that he didn’t even have to touch that particular topic with 10 foot pole lol.
If I was L I would also want N to answer those questions for me bc she’s a quick thinker and she’s incredibly good at reliably giving consistent answers that also don’t reveal TOO much, but worded in ways that still come off totally sincere and leave fans happy. She’s super PR-savvy and a total pro fielding tough questions (see: her iconic response about the perfect breast community!). Whereas I feel like L (although he also has his moments where he shines!) has a bit of a harder time getting there and gets more nervous, so he slips up sometimes and blurts stuff out that he perhaps didn’t mean to lol (Barbie comment, the ride innuendos, “the fans are gonna love this” when wiping N’s mouth that shot their PR in the foot a little lol, acknowledging live that he revealed too much about part 2 filming after he saw the look N gave him, totally misunderstanding the question about the carriage scene filming ‘taking too long’, etc) but tbf it’s hard not to with SO many interviews. I think L has a tougher time when he’s put on the spot. And it does make me feel like perhaps his feelings towards N and their relationship are more complicated than they let on if this is a question that flusters him enough to want to completely avoid it straight up.
I think to me it was also a way for them to emphasize their “unique connection” and “love for one another” that, besides prob being true IRL, is also an important point to make to fans to sort of “let them down easy” bc Luke is in a relationship. It’s a win-win to have N be the one to say these things, bc A doesn’t have to be uncomfy hearing her bf gush about his relationship with his co-star to the world in any capacity at all, while N has more of a pass to hype up their “unique love” without her words being microanalyzed or put out of context bc she’s not the one in the relationship. L faces a higher burden of proof in that sense to say things that don’t blur the lines or put his relationship status or his loyalty to his gf in question, but that goal is contradicted by the PR strategy of hyping up L and N’s chemistry in the extreme way that they did lol so it’s just easier for everyone for L to say nothing at all.
sorry, u can tell i have way too many thoughts about this and too much free time at the moment lol. but thanks for reading! it’s honestly fascinating to see this play out (i think bc of how insane their chemistry is so we all get way too invested) and i love having a place to have a lil gossip about it lol even if in the end they do or don’t ever get together (but i’ll always hope they pull a bob/eliza!).
First off just want to say I love that you have taken the time to respond with a thesis.
I fucking love it!!!
So many great points to consider here!
I definitely fall on the side that certain topics he just found easier for N to handle and this was one of them. But you gave a lot of nuance to factor into that decision. So thank you!
Glad you are here in our little corner of the internet to gossip with!
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Whereas most re-reposts were only the first two photos, but there is a third photo of this story. Corey is imitating yuzu's cute gesture from years ago.
10 years ago you were this height.
Tap to flash forward to years.
Javier was still there at that time...
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corey cunningham headcanons [volume two 🌈]
i want to say that i am totally normal about this man, but who would i be kidding at this point? today i bring you even more thoughts about my favourite babygirl. based partly on these two lists, here and here. more hcs can be found over in volume one, which is equally as nonsensical.
topics include: his name and how he feels about it, his gender identity and sexuality.
WARNING for mentions of child abuse, passing mentions of homophobia and transphobia. no direct mentions of smut but implications of sexual relationships are there.
[images via @/slashericons and @/shitedits]
his name, how it got picked and his thoughts
corey wallace cunningham. joan picked corey's first name from a book of baby names. no real reason other than she liked it. she'd suggested a few other to wally that he had turned down, but he doesn't have a problem with 'corey' so that's what they go with. his middle name is after his dad, and it was joan's way of trying to sweeten wally up to having a baby at all (isn't he happy he's going to have a son to carry on the family name?).
his full name was decided before he was born. joan and wally were pretty sure they were having a boy (as sure as they could have been in the mid-late 90s, when ultrasound quality wasn't as good as it is today), so they had a name ready. they did have a girl's name picked as well, just in case.
corey likes his first name well enough, there's nothing wrong with it. joan pronounces it with a pretty strong accent, which rubbed off a little on corey himself and he's never been able to shake it. he prefers the way he's heard other people say it.
he's never had a nickname. 'corey' is kind of short already. sometimes his friends say core, which he's fine with but he's not particularly attached to that. joan (perhaps surprisingly) was never big into pet names, she'll call him 'baby' or 'honey' sometimes, or 'buster' if she's scolding him (that's novel canon, don't shoot the messenger, folks).
in the run up to joan and ronald getting married, corey did wonder if they'd change their name to prevo, but it never actually gets mentioned. joan doesn't even change her surname, let alone corey's (can't have ronald thinking he's any more involved than necessary).
if corey ever got married, i think he'd be more open to changing he surname to his partners. he wants to disconnect from joan as much as possible. and even if his name is technically his dad's, he has his middle name to still keep that torch burning, so he'll happily become mr. corey [insert name here].
gender identity
corey is a man. he could never be anything else, just look at him. he has a pretty unstable sense of self though, and idolises classic american masculinity. he's vintage masc, like if james dean was built like a collegiate wrestler. he's someone who revels in gender affirming presentation and behaviour, while he's constantly emasculated at home. it's part of why he becomes so obsessed with michael - who is the pinnacle of his masculine idealisations; power, strength, control, even violence.
@slutforstabbings made this excellent post about corey's relationship to gender and his own sense of masculinity and how michael plays into that. "is it a sex thing, or a gender thing?"
i won't go too much into this next point because it just isn't within my experience or frame of reference, but i love reading about people's interpretations of corey as a transman or in some way transmasculine. in-universe, i'm not sure what the ramifications would be for that being his identity, i'm not sure if joan would be supportive or if corey would even have the means to transition in the way he wants to. but, from a literary perspective, i can absolutely see joan being pleased to have a son rather than a daughter. "difficult daughters of difficult mothers" are often portrayed as two (indignantly) similar people who resent each other, whereas "passive sons of overbearing mothers" is in a whole other ballpark; joan would be delighted to have a son she can manipulate and emasculate into being a good momma's boy.
sexuality and labels
corey is bisexual, but to be honest he doesn't really label himself at all. the need to think of a label has never really come up so he never bothered with one, he just deals (or doesn't deal) with his attraction as and when it happens.
he knows the "main", broad labels people use, it just somehow bypasses him that one might apply to him, even when he reaches the point where he fully acknowledges that he's attracted to a lot of different people, for a lot of different reasons.
he experiences attraction to different genders very differently. because he hasn't put a name to what he feels yet (or ever), a lot of his early crushes (or squishes) never really registered to him. he's had crushes on men and women since he was a teenager, but it's not until he actually gets a chance to act on any of those feelings that it even occurs to him that he swings both ways.
he's a daddy issues cliché, but he does have a thing for older men. seeking all the validation and approval and attention that he never got while growing up. he feels like there's something safe about older men, even if that security is misplaced. but fear not !! he's a mommy issues cliché too !! the only way he's ever learned to love someone is obsessively. he has a tendency to put a lot of his emotional needs onto his s/o. he won't mean to, and he certainly doesn't want his girlfriend to be his mom, but joan would frequently cross emotional boundaries so he's not totally clear on which lines are for which relations.
(if roger and theresa asked him to, he'd absolutely be their third, no questions asked)
is he open about his orientation?
not really, but it's not strictly speaking a "secret" either. he hasn't told anyone, but it's also just never come up before. i don't know if he'd ever feel the need to come out.
haddonfield itself is not exactly a liberal metropolis, but it's also not a right-wing nightmare town either; most LGBT+ residents just go about their lives without much trouble, but the chances of someone on the street being homophobic/transphobic are never zero.
he does have a bit of a crisis about it at around his junior year, which is the first time he realises what he feels for his physics teacher might not be just wholesome, academic admiration. but it also makes something click in his brain and he's pretty quick to come to terms with it. also, he realises he won't actually have to deal with any of the possible implications of what he thinks is going on for one reason and one reason alone: joan.
joan pitches a fit at even the smallest inkling of a crush, even just with girls, so it's safe to say his feelings for boys is something he'll likely never bring up to her (unless the day comes where he can be out of that house and living his own life). although he knows ronald's a good guy, he'd never think to come out to him, they just aren't close enough.
corey actually never admits to any crushes, regardless of gender, not even to his friends. he's a bit "girl crazy", always has a crush but never acts on it, and you'd seriously have to waterboard that info out of him. he also falls victim to crushing on one of the only out guys in school, imagining what would happen if he ever got the guts to speak to him at one of the parties he sneaks out to. but that crush passes quickly when corey's attention drifts to a girl in his homeroom, and then to the football team's quarterback, and then to his lab partner. he has a bit more of a chance at community college, and he don't think he'd deny it, but he's so hesitant to embark on any sort of relationship that he's honestly just taking what he can get anyway.
#corey cunningham#halloween ends#everyone clap and cheer for blake right now (or else) because they have to listen to me before any of you lot have to heehee#attempting to beat the allegations by putting it out on record that corey is *bisexual*
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Chapter 32- Part 16
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…Y'know, I'm gonna be honest about something- despite my panic in the moment as I realized Shade's vision was about to come true and my ever-burning hatred of Cal (a hatred that I'm sure Xera now shares in-universe)...honestly? I'm…not actually feeling much for Kiki's death here, at least not nearly in the same way I did when Corey died. Back then, I really felt something, that death hit me right where it hurt, whereas here…I'm more sad about the Medicham, if anything? No, scratch that- I'm more sad about what this is doing to Victoria than Kiki herself.
I'm not sure why this is? Maybe it's because there was less time spent with Kiki than Corey, and so less time to see what she's fully like and get more attached? Like, the NPCs talked about how great she was, but actually seeing that character in action…there wasn't much. We saw her do one (1) lecture, she did an admittedly reasonable compromise to give Xera the TMX, we battled her, we found out she sent Xera on a wild goose chase because the TMX was stolen the whole time, she tried to stop the PULSE, and then she died. I liked Kiki at the end of the day, don't get me wrong, but liking a character isn't enough for me to get attached to them, to the point where I'd feel legit heartbroken if they died- at least, that's how it is for me personally. That's probably why I feel more for Victoria's feelings here- I'm more attached to her than I was to Kiki herself.
Alternatively, it could be because the game more or less spoiled this moment back in Chapter 25 with the screens in the Abandoned Power Plant. It showed Kiki getting killed by a Garchomp, and…that's exactly what happened, no subversions or any way to change it. So every time I saw Kiki, in the back of my mind it was always “okay how do I make sure she doesn't get Dragon Clawed, is there a way to prevent, what can be done about this”, naive as I was. But the point is, that screen vision and that moment’s been on my mind ever since, so I already saw it once before, thus it kinda…undercuts the impact of the moment, at least for me. Sure, maybe it's a way for the story to be like “you can't change the future, you have no power, life is cruel like that”- but at what cost, though?
Maybe this is a hot take, I don't know, I haven't engaged in the fandom long enough to know what the consensus is on Kiki and her death, if there even is one. I'm just saying, Corey's death did it better.
Empty? I don't think any evacuation procedures were done…unless people just left because the sensei died.
I feel you, girl, I felt so proud of that Counter strategy only for it to end up not mattering in the slightest…
Okay, “incompetence” is laying it on a bit thick, don't you think? Xera defeated an entire high-level Garchomp- even if it couldn't prevent Kiki's actual death, is there gonna be any type of acknowledgement of that?? Anything at all?? Maybe that boss really wasn't intended to be beaten after all…
I dunno, “violent anger issues” don't generally correlate to “secret agent for a domestic terrorist group”- if that's the case, then I've been making some of my OCs wrong all this time.
There ya go! Xera's revenge arc is steadily (partially) passing onto Victoria, I'm so proud!
So Cain does live there- again, doesn't sound like the best place to live, but who am I to judge a place I haven't seen yet?
Oooh, what's this now? More drama?~ Care to explain to take my mind off my disappointment about the Garchomp thing?
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Happy Whumpmas (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*🎅⛄❄️!!! You have just been snowballed by a secret whumper. Help to keep the snowball fight going by anonymously sending this to five other whumpers with a whump-related question of your choice.
What’s your process for creating Whumper-type characters, or inspirations for creating Whumper-type characters?
You're going to regret asking me this, but thank you and Happy Whumpmas!
Below the cut for mild spoilers for the later chapters of GSNBTR.
My Whumpers almost always have personal connections with their whumpees. I tend not to use the totally impersonal whumper, and if I ever were to do that, they'd most likely form some kind of personal connection with their whumpee eventually. That said, there are a lot of different types of personal connections whumpers can have.
Taking GSNBTR as an example, it has three characters that do most of the whumping. They all have personal connections to the whumpee MCs and reasons for doing what they do, but they're also all different.
I could characterize all three of them according to how they rank in three categories on a scale of 1 to 10: how creepy they are with the MCs, how intimate with them they are, and how complex their backstories are.
Resi is an intimate whumper, quite creepy at times, AND has a complex backstory that explains why she's personally out to get the MCs. So she'd be near the top in all categories.
Corey, meanwhile, is more mean-spirited than creepy, and he's not complex. He's just a spoiled, arrogant, selfish jerk who hates anyone who dares to defy their place in the pecking order. Even when he goes out of his way to learn personal information about the MCs to torment them with, and resorts to attempted noncon, it's just another tactic to goad them, not because he personally desires or cares about it all that much.
And lastly, the groundskeeper aka Obadiah is thoroughly creepy and does desire it🤮, but he has no backstory to speak of, and no backstory anyone WANTS to speak of, nor is he capable of being particularly intimate for those reasons. So he'd fall somewhere in the middle.
Just to clarify, no I do not regularly make bar graphs as my "process" for creating whumpers, lol. I just thought it would be helpful for this particular post. 😂
As for my inspirations, it's usually the backstories that determine how the whumpers behave. They also serve different roles in the story all embody different tropes. (You knew this would come down to tropes, right?)
Corey, for example, is very much the Romantic False Lead/Jerkass type that pops up in a lot of young adult romances, but he's too young, dumb, and incompetent to really be the main villain. Whereas Resi is more complex and so serves as the Big Bad and embodies the Freudian Excuse. And then both she and the groundskeeper represent I Have You Now, My Pretty with Louisa and [Redacted], respectively.
Corey was most useful at the beginning of the story when the MCs are first getting together, whereas Resi emerges later in the story when they're fighting to stay together, as well as more closely fighting to protect and save their loved ones. The groundskeeper is just convenient to have around to make them miserable in any way I need him to at the time. 😂
I suspect no one's reading this anymore, but if you are, thanks and have a cookie! 😂
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Welcome to:
Corey's Handy Trans Spoonie Shower Tips!
(Disclaimer: these are things that help me. They may not work for you. Many of them can likely be adapted for transfem use but I'm transmasc so I don't know how well.
Additional disclaimer: this was originally written by one of my alters on Twitter. I am posting it here with some revisions and additions)
Tips are under the cut because it's a Long Post
1.) Select your clothes BEFORE you get in the shower.
They don't necessarily have to be new (read: not recently worn clean) clothes. If taking off your pajamas and planning to put them back on when you're done is what gets you to take a shower, then do that.
The goal isn't perfection, the goal is getting showered
2.) Get yourself a shower chair.
Ideally you should be using a shower chair. They range in price and size depending on your needs.
I find the less time I spend standing in the shower, the more actual showering I get done.
Personally I use this guy because I don't need much back support in the shower but I do need to be able to rotate. It also fits nicely in my tub, whereas a proper chair chair might not.
Measure the inside of your shower before you buy and make sure to check the weight capacity. Never buy a chair with a weight capacity below your weight. Also note that even with a higher weight capacity a chair with aluminium legs may only last a year or two depending on your size and your usage frequency.
I've used this one too. I don't recommend it personally. It was a bit wobbly and I didn't care for how I had to make sure it was where I wanted before every shower.
Also does not play nice with curtains (read: you're going to get water everywhere)
3. Shower when you can.
Don't stress yourself out worrying about whether or not you're showering enough.
If you can only shower once a week, that's better than not at all.
If you can only shower once a month, that's better than not at all.
4. Use what makes it easier
If you struggle with the number of steps involved in a shower, try using a combined product.
Using a 2 in 1 shampoo is better than not using shampoo.
Using an All in 1 body wash is better than not using soap.
It's not ideal, but if it'll get you washed, then it's good.
Prioritise actually managing to take a shower over whether or not you took the shower "right".
5. Sometimes you need a tool
I bought one of these at a pride event and it is genuinely a life saver: https://dirtyunicorn.fun/products/soapy-scrubbie
https://dirtyunicorn.fun/products/soapy-scrubbie
Pre-soaped loofas/sponges/etc exist and if they make it easier to wash, then you should use them.
Soap on a rope is good if you difficulty holding onto bar soap.
Similarly, bath sticks work great, especially if you have reduced shoulder mobility or pain when bending.
They're usually pretty cheap: https://t.co/7cS10RJ8f5
6. Fun Soap
Showering is easier when the items involved aren't tedious. Try fun colored soap or soap in fun shapes.
7. Shower clothes
If you're struggling with dysphoria, it's better to wear a pair of swim trunks into the shower and shower in your swim trunks than it is to just put off showering forever.
Whether this is a pair of swim trunks exclusively used when you shower, or a rash guard to cover your chest, it's better to shower wearing something than to not shower at all.
Similarly, if you have the money to invest in a silicone packer, or some other form of waterproof packer, showering with it can be a great way to reduce bottom dysphoria in the shower, whether you wear a swim packing harness or just sit on the shower chair with it on your lap.
These are the things that help me take a shower. Feel free to add your own tips and tricks.
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hiya !💜 this is an excuse for you to give us a few facts about your f/o , s/i, oc, whatever you like ! please have a wonderful day, and take care of yourself ! (⌒▽⌒)♡
Thank you ^^ I'll talk about Shockwave since he's been on my mind lately.
So Shockwave in The Transformers was voiced by Corey Burton. Corey Burton also voiced Shockwave in Transformers: Animated. Something else I learned recently was that Shockwave's voice actor for Transformers: Prime also voiced Rhinox in Rise of the Beasts which I thought was neat.
uhhh what else... less of a fact and more just an observation, but his body language is quite exaggerated during certain scenes in Transformers: Prime. I believe this is to make up for his lack of facial expressions - the characters will often show emotion via their facial expressions and body language whereas Shockwave has no proper face, so all of his emotional language comes from his body language.
My favorite Shockwave variations overall are Prime and Animated. I love his character + design a lot for both of those shows. Design wise exclusively, I really like his The Transformers and Earthspark appearances.
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