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Laid back 2: V-Day vibes
3.2k | Corey Cunningham x Reader | NSFW
You can read this as a one-shot, but it's the reader from Laid back. Some time has passed since then. Gender neutral.
Corey is so desperate for you that he doesn’t even notice the vibrator sitting on your nightstand in plain view. It's bright pink and about the size of his gorgeous nose. You wish it was the same shape, too. When the doorbell rang earlier than usual, you were, um, really not expecting it.
If you want to make him whimper and beg 👀. . . It also gets fluffy AF later. 💘 Happy Valentine's Day, Corey fans! I 💗 y'all.
@ethanhoewke (💯concept) @wolvesandvampires
Beefcake Corey art by @cordelium 💞
NSFW - Sexual content
Half-assed self-beta, sorry
It's your first Valentine's Day together. Even though you know he's not that comfortable in public – for good reason – Corey would have been willing to take you anywhere you wanted. He really loves you, even if he hasn't said it. You told him you'd prefer to just do something laid back and the two of you agreed not to get each other gifts. He's coming over to your house and you'll make dinner together.
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Corey is so, so sweet. You just want to squeeze him sometimes. He's so HOT though, too. Under that shy fluffy exterior, his body is unreal. He seems to only get stronger. It remains a turn-on that he's unassuming from the outside, and meanwhile you know he's a total stud. He's solid as hell - in all the right places, too.
You're lying on your bed thinking about everything you want to do to Corey when your doorbell rings earlier than you expect. You pull on your pants and button them as you jog downstairs excitedly. But it’s not Corey. It’s a stranger. There’s a van from Ben’s Hardware parked outside. You answer the door and the man asks where you’d like the delivery. You tell him he might have the wrong house because you didn’t order anything. He looks at his clipboard.
Before you get it sorted out, you hear the whir of Corey's bicycle coming to a halt. The truck was blocking your view. Corey is huffing and puffing like he was in a real hurry.
He gets off his bike and adjusts his glasses as he addresses the delivery man. “Um, on the porch, probaby, would be great,” he says and points around the side of your wraparound porch. “Just give us one sec first,” he tells the guy. Corey looks down and smiles broadly. He's obviously responsible for this delivery. You can't imagine what it is though - it's from a hardware store?
“We said we weren’t getting each other anything,” you smile and put your hands on your hips in fists. He shrugs. He seems really excited about whatever it is.
Corey parks his bike. He’s in a hurry to get inside but still stops to give you a big bear hug first. His chest heaves against you and you inhale his scent - musk, motor oil, and a hint of aftershave. Maybe a little more aftershave than usual today. Ugh, he's so cute. He pulls you inside, still catching his breath, while the delivery man goes back to the truck.
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Inside, Corey puts down his backpack and kisses you hello. He tastes minty. It doesn't matter how many times you've kissed - His lips against yours give you a full-body rush. He smiles into your mouth as he kisses you again. He's even giddier than usual to see you.
You ask him how he is and he says, “uh, actually pretty thirsty, it was quite a ride.” He keeps looking toward the window. Is he trying to distract you? God, he’s adorable. It occurs to you this might be the first time he's had a real Valentine.
You go to the kitchen to grab him a chocolate milk and come back and sit on the couch with him. He thanks you. He opens the milk and chugs some. You hear the delivery man’s footsteps and Corey abruptly takes off his jacket. He knows how much you love to see his husky, muscular body emerge from a jacket. He takes off his sweater, too, leaving just a Henley. You run your hand over the bulge of his bicep and nuzzle your head into his neck then give him a peck just below his ear. He holds your hand.
You meant it when you said all you wanted was to spend time with him. You're relieved he didn't show up with a bouquet of flowers or a teddy bear, but what could he have possibly ordered from the hardware store? What's even stranger is that you got him something from the same exact store and that's not exactly a normal place to buy a Valentine. But there's no way you got each other the same thing - It wouldn't be possible.
The footsteps get louder outside and Corey tenses a little. You pull back and look toward the window innocently, curious what he might do to distract you. He takes your head in both hands, looks back and forth between your eyes, and his lips smash into yours uncharacteristically aggressively. His tongue breaches your mouth almost right away and his body pushes you down on the couch. Instant butterflies between your legs.
He tastes and feels amazing. You almost forget anyone is outside. When he finally breaks for air, you say "Corey?" and look at him in astonishment. He says "I'm just happy to see you," and a twitch against your thigh tells you it's true.
"I'm happy to see you too," you say and kiss him deeply again.
You hear more footsteps and the heavy slap of something hitting the ground. In a low, sexy voice, Corey suggests “wanna go upstairs?” You don’t hesitate at all.
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You ascend the stairs in front of him and he follows close behind you. He slides his hand in between your thighs lightly, then at the top of the stairs, he slides his hand further and massages you between your legs from behind. When you turn around to face him, there’s something different in his eyes. This may have started as a diversion but he's definitely wanting you bad now. He kisses you again in the hall, while slowly walking you toward your room. The truck loudly starts and drives away, but he doesn't stop kissing you, feeling you.
Corey is so desperate for you that he doesn’t even notice the vibrator sitting on your nightstand in plain view. It's bright pink and probably about the size of his gorgeous nose, not that you've thought about that. You wish it was the same shape, too. When the doorbell rang early, you were, um, really not expecting it. The driver probably wondered why you were blushing.
On your bed, Corey latches onto your neck and lays his pelvis into yours. Oh, he's very happy to see you. You continue like this for a few minutes, and you're both just throbbing.
He isn't wearing a belt. You reach into his jeans and massage him through his briefs. He moans softly and there’s a rush of blood to your core. His massive hand comes between your legs and makes your zipper look small. He unbuttons and unzips you. You both take off your pants in a frenzy then he lays back into you again and you roll your hips against each other in rhythm. You take off his henley and he strips you down.
Oh, wow. He is SO fine. His pecs are pumped up, his arms are thick and veiny, his neck is so muscular. Your hands are all over him as you kiss and suck each other's face and neck.
After a few more minutes, it’s unbearably hot and heavy. You slip your hand inside his briefs and he moans again. God, when he moans, it just does something to you. Goosebumps prickle across your whole body and you’re dripping. You could probably come just from hearing him alone - his heavy breathing, his sighs, an occasional whimper, the way he says "fuck" when he'd about to come because he never wants it to end.
Corey reaches to your nightstand and opens the drawer. Before he reaches for a condom, he asks you if you want to do it. He does a double take at the vibrator and you see a small smirk creep onto his mouth, but he forces it away. You hesitate and for a moment because you have an idea. He looks confused and concerned. He comes back fully on the bed and cups your face with his hand.
"Sorry," he laughs. "I don't know what's gotten into me." Your hips rise to meet his and you wrap your legs around his ass, bringing your throbbing groins together again.
"I love it," you say and fluff his curls with your hand.
"Yeah?" He asks and smiles down at you as his head sways into your hand.
“Up for something new?” you ask.
“I’d do anything to make you feel good,” he breathes as his hard girth swells against you. You're aching to hear him feel good.
You take the vibrator from your nightstand. It's one of the small ones that can go in your underwear and it has a remote control but you don't have to use it.
"I was thinking about you earlier," you say saucily.
He smiles shyly and puts his glasses on the nightstand. "You don't have to say that," he says.
"Oh but I was," you say, running your free hand over his pecs. "Um, have you seen yourself? I mean surely you've felt yourself," you say as your hand trails down to his thigh then hooks around and cups an ass cheek on the way up his back.
"Do you trust me?" you ask.
"You know I do," he says. You reach down, place the vibrator in your underwear, and pick up the little remote control. You pull him back in against you, your legs wrapping around him needily. The vibrator is between you and his lower shaft. As you kiss, you turn it on the lowest setting. He jolts and gasps. He freezes for a moment, then kisses you again and his hips rock into you. He sighs and the vibration is pressed harder into you. Fuck. You want him inside you bad, but you want to see this through.
You wrap your arms around his hulking back and pull him in so his broad chest closer. His hands are all over you - slowly but firmly. He breathes so heavily. You roll your hips into him and he moans. This happens every time your bodies press into each other and it becomes rhythmic but no moan is exactly the same. Sometimes he winces with an "ahh," or mumbles "yeah" into your cheek.
He nibbles your neck, and as he switches to the other side of your neck, you lift your hips into him and his face looks almost in pain. You imagine you probably look the same - the tension in your core is unbearable. But you really want to come with him, not before him.
You reach between you and take the toy out of your underwear. You put down the remote and turn it off while you pull down his briefs and you both kick off your undies. Your bare, intimate skin meets, and even without the vibration, you both moan. You're both wet. You're both throbbing. He kisses your chest then takes a nipple in his mouth.
His chest meets yours. You hold the toy at the base of his balls and ask, "is this okay?"
He nods and you wait a second and he starts to say "yes," but he cuts himself off with a deep moan when you turn it back on. His nipples harden against you and you feel his whole body shiver. He grinds his rock-hard erection into you and you're starting to twitch. You know you won't be able to hold off much longer.
He's kissing you again when you increase the intensity and he shudders. You take it away, edging you both. He looks at you like no one has ever looked at you before. His pupils have overtaken his irises and his voice cracks as he says "God, you're hot" and you can't help but smile. He kisses you like he's hanging onto you for dear life.
You reach farther and press the vibrator harder against him, and he whimpers "oh god," panting, "don't you wanna, do you want-"
"No, we can fuck later-"
"-God, I want to fuck you so bad," he whimpers. You've never heard him say anything like wanting to "fuck you." It slipped out like he couldn't help it. It's so hot coming from him. Your core flutters with a desperate need for release. He whines your name. "I want you so bad." He's practically begging, but even his whining is low and gruff. "Please." He is begging. It hardens your nipples and your core is pinched so tight with tension.
"I want you too, baby" you say, grinding into him.
He drags his engorged member against you in just the right place and you roll your hips up into him.
You turn up the intensity and his face contorts more. He whimpers your name and nudges you, pleadingly, right at the entrance of where he wants to be. God, he feels so good.
His Hail Mary almost works, but you grab his shaft and bring it back against you where it was, massaging it with the vibrator. "Uuggh," he whines and puts his face in the crook of your neck. He sucks your neck so hard, then comes up and faces you.
As he pulls his head back to kiss you, a tear falls on your shoulder. His eyes are watery, his cheeks are hot and wet. It's so hot. You run your fingers through his curls. They're a little damp with sweat. You marvel at him as your bodies move in rhythm and vibrate together. He kisses your lips, his tongue desperately seeking yours.
"Fuck," he exhales gruffly, pinching his wet eyelashes together so tight, and that sends you.
You grab his hand tight in yours and dig your head into the pillow as you unravel. Your back arches and your stomach and hips jolt up into his. You feel him pulse against you. He groans and cries in sync with your climax, and you come even harder. His hot cum glazes your lower abdomen, and he stills himself against you. You continue to pulse against his cock as his balls empty onto you. You both come for what feels like at least a full minute before you turn it off.
He takes a few seconds to stop whimpering, while you enjoy aftershocks. You hold his head to your chest and stroke his hair. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it.
"That was amazing," he says, still panting. He reaches over you to grab a tissue and clean you up.
"You were so hot," you gush. "You want to fuck me that bad, huh?" You tease him. He blushes.
"Yeah, sorry," he laughs shyly, even though you're always trying to bait him into talking dirty.
"No. That was really hot," you say as he nuzzles his curly head into the hollow of your neck. Honestly, it's even hotter than it slipped out in the heat of the moment rather than you prying it out of him.
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Eventually, you get hungry. You both freshen up and go downstairs to make pizza - a very laid back date, indeed. The afterglow doesn't leave either of you as you knead the homemade dough. You both get covered in flour and take a polaroid to mark the occasion. You stick it to the fridge with a magnet.
Corey presses the pizza dough out into a heart. You look at it, then look at him. He's smiling shyly, concentrating on the dough. Your fingers under his chin turn his face toward you.
"I love you," you tell him for the first time. He does a double take. His face gets serious and he swallows.
"I love you too," he says. "So much." He smiles again and you laugh not to cry.
He gives you the lushest, longest closed mouth kiss and you embrace.
He says, "Like. Sometimes, I don't know how my heart can even hold this much love. I love you so much, it's like." He sniffles. "When you say you love me too, it's like." His eyes are teary. "I don't know, like my heart is overflowing my body. It's more than I knew I could feel." You wipe tears off his cheeks and kiss him again.
He's not going to ruin the moment, but you know from prior talks that part of him still feels unworthy. You just stroke his hair.
"I feel the same," you say.
He nuzzles his head into your neck and you stroke his hair. You're facing the fridge and see the polaroid has developed. In the photo, you both have a rosy glow. There's flour in his hair and on your face. You're looking at the camera, kind of. Poorly. You're smiling wide. His eyes are on you. The way he's looking at you in that photo is. . .God, it makes you even more sure of what you're giving him for Valentine's day.
He composes himself and kisses you again.
"Ok," you say. "I have something for you."
He jokingly scoffs since you already gave him a hard time about getting something for you.
"It was only a few dollars," you smile. "And I stole the dollars, so I technically didn't cheat," you joke.
You open a drawer and hand him a small brown box.
Corey lightly shakes the box from side to side, then hesitantly opens it. Before he looks, he touches it. As soon as his fingers hit it, his eyes tell you he's shocked and overwhelmed. He tries to swallow down the emotion but it's all over his face.
He says your name and you nod. His throat bobs as he swallows again. "Are you sure?" He asks.
"100%" you say. "I really, really want you here."
When he finally looks down at the box, he laughs. The house key is a rainbow unicorn print. You were hoping it would take the edge off. He's speechless and you don't make hi. Say anything. You just kiss and hug.
"Ok," he says. "My turn." He leads you by the hand toward the foyer and picks up his backpack. He takes out a simple paper sack and opens the door. It's gotten a little chillier as the sun has begun to set. Neither of you are wearing jackets,but you're okay.
You walk around the wraparound porch together. There are several bags of soil on the porch and some biodegradable planters. He hands you the paper bag. It has seed packets of your favorite flowers. You're speechless.
"Um, we'll have to start them inside," he says.
Now you're the one welling up with tears.
"It's too cold now, but when it's time, it comes with free installation," he grins.
Your brow furrows. There's a lump in your throat. You know he hates to see you cry. You try not to. You still haven't said anything.
"Like, I'll plant them in the ground when they're ready," he explains. You understand, you're just overwhelmed.
You blink and tears fall off your eyelashes. "You gave me a garden?"
He nods excitedly, then proudly adds, "Oh, and I didn't cheat. Since I've been doing the landscaping on the weekends, I earned a bunch of points, and . . . " He trails off as you cup his face.
He looks back and forth between your eyes. "It's just a garden," he says. He kisses you on the forehead. "You gave me a home." He wraps his big arms around you and rubs your arms.
You really love this man so much. "No, you gave me one," you say. "Right here in your arms."
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Happy Valentine's Day, reader! Corey loves you! 💘
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the darkness, visible
pairing: corey cunningham x fem!reader one shot
word count: 7.3k (I am SO sorry)
warnings: s m u t (18++++++), oral, tit-play, thigh-riding, teasing, friends to lovers, halloween ends spoilers
a/n: what can i say? he charmed me
masterlist HERE
“When the chaos calls me out
And it feel it's like there is nothing I can do
I picture you.”
picture you // mumford & sons
Friends.
Just friends.
That’s all the two of you were. That’s all you ever had been and while it might have killed you half of the time – most of the time, if you were being honest – that’s all you’d ever be.
Friends.
Chums.
Pals.
But then there were nights like tonight that made all those years of burying your feelings for the man to your right all the more impossible. Nights when you could swear he was sitting closer than normal, so close that his body heat seemed to envelop you from every angle as the two of you sat in your barely lit apartment watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. You could feel the scratchiness of his wool sweater graze yours every few seconds, smell that musky aftershave wafting all around you, and you watched, in mild admiration, as those thick fingers of his tightened into two fists on his lap. The veins in his hands swelled to life with ever clench, steeling your attention instantly as you thought of how nice they might feel circling around your throat, how fucking good they’d feel carved into the flesh of your hips if he were to bend you over the arm of your couch.
If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought Corey Cunningham was in agony as he sat there, leg bouncing every couple of seconds as he flexed and unflexed his fingers into fists – but you did know Corey. Knew him better than anyone – and this wasn’t out of left field for your curly haired best friend.
Because try as you might to bury your feelings for the man, you knew he was doing the exact same thing when it came to you.
You’d both agreed a very long time ago, a fucking lifetime ago, that you were both better off as friends. It was about a year before the babysitting incident at a New Years Eve party that your friend, Jess, had thrown. You were both drunk, both a little stoned, and both way too tired to play that tired old game of who can bury their feelings down farther that it was all you could both do to kiss each other at midnight. Granted, it was awkward as all hell – there was no magic rom-com movie moment where the pair of you locked eyes and just knew you’d found your person – but instead lasted for all of five seconds before some drunken idiot slammed into you from behind, sending you forward with enough force to completely obliterate poor Corey’s nose.
It was roughly ten minutes after that incident, as you were bunching a handful of toilet paper into Corey’s face in a lame attempt to staunch the bleeding, when you both silently came to the agreement that whatever that was couldn’t happen again. You two were friends, that’s all you’d ever be, this was only the universe’s way of solidifying that sad fact.
But that didn’t mean either of you had to like it.
And night’s like tonight, where you could feel Corey’s frustration exuding off of him in waves, made that sad pill all the harder to swallow.
The tension between the two of you was thick and, some nights, nights spent holed up in your apartment, watching a movie with a bottle (or two) of wine between you, that tension was hard to ignore.
You could feel those pretty brown eyes scraping over your profile as the movie played on, feel him shift, every couple of minutes, the slightest bit closer to you, never once allowing those hands to touch you but not willing his body to do the same. He wanted you every bit as much as you wanted him and you knew that.
But that wasn’t in the cards for the two of you, especially after that night he babysat Jeremy.
You could still remember the grit of his voice when he called you from the police station. He’d only been allowed one call and, rather than call his overbearing mother or his father, he’d called you. You were at a Halloween party, one he was meant to be attending when he was finished with that Jeremy kid, but there was a shift in his voice and a certain hitch in his breathing that alerted you to something being seriously wrong.
You didn’t realize just how horrific that something was, however, until it was too late.
You were there when the town turned its back on him, you were there through the trials and through every painstaking moment that the boy you were so heartily in love with dimmed to a dull glow with every passing year. Haddonfield was killing him, it had already eaten him up and chewed him out and now all that was left was to wait for something to take him away completely because people in Haddonfield didn’t forget and they certainly couldn’t forgive the man they’d dubbed the Killer Babysitter.
Your heart had broken for the man more times than you could count at this stage in your friendship. Before that night, Corey’s life has been on the up and up. He was smart, he was almost finished with college, the two of you had talked about moving to Chicago the next year for a fresh start – but then that kid died and, with him, most of Corey did, too.
“You want to go somewhere tonight?” Corey’s quiet voice sliced into the quietude of your living room, snapping your attention away from his hands only long enough for you to peer across at those pretty brown eyes. When you didn’t answer right away, you watched Corey’s lips twitch in mild amusement. “What’s that look?”
“You want to go out?” You asked, raising your brows. Stretching across the couch, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead, ignoring his pitiful attempts to smack your hand away with a small smirk of your own. “You feeling okay?”
“Hilarious,” he mused, catching your hand with ease. You didn’t quite miss the way he seemed to hold onto your hand for a few extra seconds before letting it fall between you. “Allyson Nelson, you know her?”
Confusion pinched at your brows as you gave him a slow nod. “Laurie Strode’s granddaughter, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “She, uh,” glancing down at the bandage on his hand he seemed to chew on his words for a few seconds before his eyes found yours once more. “She fixed my hand up this afternoon and actually invited me to this Halloween pub night thing.”
Corey was testing the waters when he knew he shouldn’t have been and, as he watched your face fall for just a second, a real blink and you’ll miss it type of thing, his stomach fell out of his ass as he watched you smack on a tight, practiced smile before downing the rest of your wine.
“That’s fun,” you mused with that hollow smile. “You should go.”
Corey was quiet as he watched you pour out another glass of wine, watching your face for any indication that you were jealous because if you were jealous then he wasn’t fucking crazy for being so goddamn in love with his best friend. Because if you were jealous maybe, just maybe, all of the feelings he had for you boiling beneath the surface of his skin weren’t entirely one-sided.
“I was thinking about it,” He admitted, studying your face. “But I want you there with me.”
You gave him a quiet snort as you found his stare from above your glass of wine. “Yeah, I don’t think Allyson would love that.”
“Why not?” Corey asked, watching you relax back into the couch. “She asked, I’m sure she—”
“She asked you, Corey,” you laughed but he knew that laugh. It was a stale laugh, one you’d given many men that he’d witnessed over the years and he suddenly wished he hadn’t said a fucking word. If there was anything in this world Corey knew like the back of his fucking hand, it was you. Your expressions, your personality, your defense mechanisms – and this, this breezy nonchalance was defense mechanism number one.
“So?” He pushed out, leaning forward so that his elbows were on his knees. “It was probably just her being polite and—”
You shot him a knowing look which silenced him instantly.
“How did she ask?” You smirked, taking another sip of wine. “Because I promise you, you’re wrong.”
“Over text,” he shrugged. “She asked if I had a costume because her co-worker was throwing a party at that bar on Eagle Street.”
“Text,” you mused with a hum. “So, a girl gives you her number and asks you out and you’re going to look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t think she’d mind if you brought a female friend with you?”
Corey mulled over your words for a few seconds before giving you a mild shrug. “I don’t think she’d mind.”
“She would,” you laughed, putting your glass back on the coffee table at your knee. “I’d mind if I invited a guy out and he brought another girl.”
“It’s not like I’d be bringing you as a date. We’re friends.” He argued but as those words left his tongue and he caught a flash of hurt dance across your face, Corey wished like hell that the ground beneath him would open up and swallow him whole. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”
“I know,” you replied, way too perky. That blasé smile was back in full force as you leaned forward to down the rest of your wine. “We’re friends.” You reiterated, almost a little grumpily before focusing those pretty eyes back on his face. “So, as your friend, I demand that you leave my apartment right now and go get your girl.”
His girl, he wanted to laugh but found such a sensation almost impossible to come by when it wasn’t in reference to you.
“I’m not going to ditch you,” he said, suddenly wishing he’d never opened his mouth to begin with. Desperation began to scrape inside of his chest, as did those vexatious feelings he had for you. They were clawing at his chest, desperate to come out of his mouth so that all those buried feelings could finally, maybe, manifest into something more tangible. Something real.
“You’re not ditching,” you simply said with a hum. “I’m kicking you out of my apartment so that you can go on a date with a pretty girl who’s been through the ringer every bit as much as you have.” You told him, avoiding his stare altogether. “It’ll be good for you.”
You’re good for me, he wanted to say. Hell, he wanted to scream it for all your fucking neighbours to hear.
But he wouldn’t.
Because he couldn’t.
Because Corey Cunningham didn’t have it in him. He lacked conviction, that’s what his mother had said time and time again, and he supposed she was right. Because if Corey had even an ounce of conviction, an ounce of courage inside of his chest, he’d act on those fucking feelings rather than bury them further down with every passing day.
“What are you waiting for, lover boy?” Pushing yourself off of the couch, you grabbed his arm and yanked him up to his feet with some difficulty before grabbing for his jacket. “Go,” you told him, tossing his jacket at him. “Have fun.”
“What about you?” He asked pitifully, not moving an inch as you brought his empty wine glass to the kitchen. Corey’s eyes were on your ass as you walked away; you were in nothing more an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of short athletic shorts and no matter how often he’d seen you in an outfit similar to this, he was hooked.
He wanted nothing more than to yank those shorts down and lick his way up those thighs until finally tasting you the way he always wanted to.
But, instead, here he was. Being ushered out of your apartment to go see another girl.
“Me?” You asked over your shoulder. “I’m going to finish this movie, finish this wine, smoke a bowl, masturbate, and then go to bed.” You flashed him an amused smile as you watched his cheeks redden with the mention of masturbation before tucking your chin into your chest. It wasn’t out of the blue for you two to talk about sex and all things related to it, but it never got old watching the toll it seemed to take on your friend. “I’ll be just fine.”
The images of you splayed out on the couch or on your bed, legs wide with one of your toys between your thighs was nearly enough to kill him. If he had the balls, he’d make a quip about wanting to watch or, at the very least, wanting to offer a helping hand so that you didn’t have to do all the work. He wanted to be that guy. He wanted to be that guy more than anything when it came to you.
But he wasn’t.
“I,” he opened his mouth, tasting the words out on his tongue before uttering them out loud. I want to stay with you. I want to be the one fucking you on this couch, not your fucking dildo.
But no words surfaced.
Only thoughts.
That’s all they’d ever be.
“Hmm?” You asked, padding your way back into the living room.
“Nothing,” he shook his head and begrudgingly shrugged his jacket on. “I guess I’ll go, then.”
“Mhmm,” you nodded, avoiding his eyes one last time as you focused back on the movie. “Go and have some fun, Cunningham. You deserve it.”
In a perfect world, he’d show some conviction right now. He’d march across your tiny apartment, yank you up to your feet and kiss you with everything he had. He’d tell you everything, every little fucking thing he was feeling about you, he’d kiss you and taste you and make you scream for him.
But all he did was stand there, wishing. Waiting for something inside of him to snap to life. For that beast inside of his chest to wake up and finally make its move.
Only it never came and as he lowered his gaze to the ground and made his way towards your front door, Corey managed one pitiful glance over his shoulder towards you only to find that your eyes were on his.
Say it, he demanded. Do something you fucking idiot!
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, shoving his hands inside of his coat pockets.
That sad smile of yours was going to be etched into his memory until the end of time, he was sure of it. But, rather than say another word, you buried it just as fast and gave him a single nod. “See you tomorrow, Corey.”
God, he really was a fucking idiot.
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It was as if he was on fire from within.
Something inside of him, some cloud of chaos, of destruction, a darkness so deep and encompassing seemed to blossom in his chest that morning. At first, he’d been terrified. Horrified, even, of waking up in some sort of sewage drain and when that rude awakening turned into coming face to face with Michael fucking Myers, Corey had never felt such fear in his life.
But it was somewhere after he crawled out of that sewage drain, after barely leaving with his life, and feeling that knife slice into the homeless man who had attacked him, that fear turned into something more. Something much more carnal and familiar than he could fathom. It was as though that beast inside of his chest had been stirred awake that morning which, given that he’d been jumped the night prior, was a feat in and of itself.
But somehow, amidst the bruises and the wounds marring his hands and face. Despite his bones aching from the fall off of the bridge and the pounding in his head, Corey felt alive for the first time since the accident at Jeremy’s house.
His skin felt like it was vibrating as adrenaline rushed through his entire body, waking up the darkest parts of himself that he had buried down so deep for so many years. It was as if the sun was finally shining on Corey Cunningham after spending years and years in the shadows.
He was in the shower when he realized it. Watching the blood seep off of his body and swirl down the drain, Corey knew exactly what he needed to do with this newfound confidence – with this burst of conviction lingering on the tip of his tongue.
Reaching for his phone after he slung a towel haphazardly around his waist, Corey tapped through multiple screens before finding your conversation.
Free tonight?
He typed, hitting send before that resolve left him entirely.
Sure. Swing by around 10?
That beast inside of his chest clawed its way to the surface as he typed his response.
I’ll be there.
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There was a knock at your door a little after ten that evening.
You knew it was bound to be Corey, it was only ever Corey at this time of night, but that didn’t stop you from peering through the peephole just to be sure. You did live in Haddonfield, after all, and, while you were almost sure Michael Myers didn’t exactly knock before claiming his next victim, you weren’t risking it.
But, sure enough, there was Corey. Holding a bottle of wine in his hands along with a small bouquet of flowers that looked freshly picked from the garden your landlord kept at the front of the building.
“What the fuck?” You laughed, swinging the door open. But any and all amusement left you as you took in the battered man before you. “Oh, my god, Corey,” His clothes were clean and it was obvious he made an attempt to cover up just how fucking injured he was, but as your eyes swept over every inch of visible skin, your heart fell into your stomach. Someone had beaten the shit out of him. “What the fuck happened?” You hissed, grabbing his arm to direct him into your apartment. The flowers in his arms were all but forgotten about as you searched his eyes. “Who did this to you?”
His glasses were gone now and while the scratches and bits of dry blood along his lip and hairline should have had your full attention, it was his eyes that held you there. Those gorgeous brown eyes that you knew like the back of your hand, those kind, gentle, patient eyes were dark tonight.
Penetrative.
Sinister.
You couldn’t look away. That sheepish side of your best friend, the poised version of Corey that you’d familiarized yourself with since the incident was gone tonight and, in its place, this. Confidence exuded off of the man tonight and, as you watched him place the bottle of wine on your table, along with the flowers he’d brought with him, it was those dark eyes that held your attention.
“Nobody,” his voice was low as she shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. I’m okay.”
He sounded the same, he looked the same – but there was something different about Corey Cunningham tonight and to say you were intrigued would have been an understatement.
Your intrigue, however, was short-lived as you focused back on the wounds marring his body.
“You’re okay? Corey, have you seen yourself?” You reached forward and gently brushed his hair away from his face to get a better look at the gash that ran along his brow. You winced. “Fuck, you might need stitches.”
“I don’t need any stitches,” he said, not moving a muscle under your sudden touch. The old Corey would have blushed, hell, he would have probably fumbled over some words – but not tonight. Instead, you watched a teasing grin pull at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. “I didn’t come here for first-aid, Y/N.”
“No?” You asked distractedly, glancing around your apartment for the small first-aid box you carried in case of emergencies. When your search came up empty, you sighed and focused your attention back to Corey. Frowning, you crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head. Concern niggled in your belly as you shook your head. “Jesus, look at you. Who did it, Corey? I swear to god, if it was—”
The words died on the tip of your tongue as Corey crossed the small threshold of your apartment with ease, but before you could question him on anything, his mouth was on yours as he backed you into the side of your couch.
Every part of your brain was screaming at you to pull back, to come to your senses and think clearly for just one goddamn second – but you couldn’t.
Not now.
On instinct, your hands tangled through his hair as he pushed you against the couch with ease with his tongue sweeping along your bottom lip.
“What?” Your voice was muffled as you pulled back just far enough to peer across at him. That dark look in his eyes was enough to make you clench your thighs together as warmth pooled between your thighs. “Corey, what the fuck?”
Licking his lips, Corey’s forehead fell against your own as he swept some of your hair behind your ear. “You want me to stop?” His hands were on your face at first, cradling it gently as he ground his hips into yours, and then they were on your neck, holding you close as his tongue massaged your own.
You could feel his cock through his jeans, straining against the material painfully so as your own arousal spread like wildfire inside of you.
“I didn’t say that,” you pushed out, melting into him. “But what the fuck’s gotten into you?” Shivering beneath his touch, you instinctively leaned into his broad chest as the pair of you continue to stand there, kissing like your lives depended on it. “Are you high?”
“No,” he laughed, and kissed the corner of your mouth. “Not drunk, either, before you ask.”
“Concussion?” You mumbled against his lips, working on getting him out of his jacket
“I don’t know,” he admitted with a dark smirk. “Maybe. Does it matter?”
“Yeah, it fucking matters, asshole.” You told him breathlessly. “I don’t want you regretting anything when you wake up tomorrow morning.”
His movements stilled and you watched his brows furl as he seemed to weigh the gravity of your words. “Regret what?” He asked, cradling your face. “Kissing you? Tasting you?” He clicked his tongue and breathed out a terse, shaky sigh. “I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen, Y/N,” no trace of hilarity crossed over his face as he brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. “No chance I’d regret this. You hear me?””
“Corey,” you groused, but your body was losing its battle to remain steadfast with Corey looking at you like that. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
Amusement flashed across his face. “You don’t think I mean it?” He asked, backing you onto the couch so that your knees buckled. Leaning most of his weight on his elbow beside you, Corey hovered over you and bumped your nose with his. “You want me to show you how much I mean it?”
Your cunt throbbed at the promise of his words. Were you dreaming? How was this the same man who blushed at the mention of masturbation the night prior? “I’m serious, Corey.”
“So am I,” he mumbled into the flesh of your neck. Biting down, he could only smirk at the low moan he managed to get out of you before doing it again. His cock twitched. “You like that?”
Just last night, the two of you had been sat on this very couch. The same couch where you’d spent hours talking and watching movies. The same couch where he’d spent hours on hours thinking through this very scenario. Thinking about just how he’d go about kissing you, tasting you – how the two of you could go from friends to lovers and everything in between.
He kissed you with everything he had as he positioned the pair of you into a better angle; one where he could see you up close and personal. Sitting himself up, he yanked you on top of his thick thighs, not wasting even a second to push that silky nightgown up your waist to allow himself full access to that sweet cunt he’d thought about for years on end.
He needed to feel you as close as humanly possible tonight, hell, he was desperate for it. Desperate for you. And, judging by the greedy way you kissed him and the way your hands seemed to knot through his hair and knead into his sweater, keeping him just as close, it was all too obvious to Corey that he’d denied himself all these years for nothing.
You wanted this, wanted him, every bit as much as he wanted you.
Biting down on your lip, Corey’s fingers bled into the flesh of your hips as he slipped his hands beneath the silk of that pretty little night dress. You’d worn this dress around him only once before and he could still recall the way those perfect tits of yours looked in it. How your nipples pebbled and strained against the thin material, drawing his eyes immediately. He’d had that image of you in his head for weeks, after that. Fucked his hand more times than he was willing to admit as he thought of all the ways he could get that dress off of you.
And now, here you were. Sitting on his lap in that fucking dress he’d dreamt about for months on end. He could feel the warmth of your cunt through his jeans, see the pebbling of your nipples knowing he was only a few inches away from being able to taste them on his tongue.
You groaned into his mouth as he bit your lip, but when his tongue ran along your lip, soothing the pain almost instantly, all was forgiven. How could it not be when he felt this fucking good?
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” You breathed out raking your fingers through those unruly curls. “But I like it.”
A dark rumble of laughter crawled out from between those perfect lips of his as he swirled his tongue up the length of your throat. He could feel your pulse jump beneath his tongue, and it took everything inside of him not to come on the spot.
Your entire body felt red-hot as his thick fingers slipped beneath your dress and curled into the flesh of your hips. He was holding you there, not allowing you so much as an inch as he closed his mouth over your pulse point, relishing in how fucking good it finally felt to taste your skin, to feel your heartbeat on his tongue. Feel you writhing, burning for him, as he finally kissed you the way he’d always wanted to kiss you.
All his life, he’d denied himself when it came to you. Denied his body, his mind, his heart.
But never again.
Not with you.
“Your heart’s fucking racing,” he whispered breathlessly.
“Yeah, well,” you breathed out, and when you felt him gently bite down on your collarbone, just beneath your pulse point, you were dizzy with want. “Do you blame me?”
Corey just managed to tear himself away from you only long enough to blink up at you. “You scared of me?”
“No,” you laughed. “I’ve just thought about this for a long time. Never thought it would actually happen.”
Corey’s eyebrows pulled up. “You’ve thought about this?” Something that looked an awful lot like esteem flashed across his face, followed by sheer confusion before you felt him pull you even closer. “About us?”
You wanted to laugh because how could he be so goddamn blind – but you didn’t. Instead, all you could do was run your fingers through his hair again, pushing it back and away from his face long enough to see the damage those assholes had done the night prior. “Yeah, you dumb idiot,” you chastised quietly, placing a gentle kiss to the bruise above his lip. “I’ve thought about us.”
Your tone was enough to make Corey believe you, but it was the effervescent look of pure worship resonating from your every pore that made Corey close the gap between you. He’d been an idiot to ignore his feelings for you. How much time had he wasted running from this? Running from you?
Slowly, as though time meant nothing, his lips met yours in a kiss that sent shockwaves through your entire body. The way the two of you moved against each other, the way his lips felt against yours, the way your hands seemed to just know where to touch the man to make him feral.
There was a fluency between the two of you, an ease that went beyond sense, beyond logic.
It was natural as breathing to hold you like this, to kiss you and touch you exactly like this and Corey couldn’t get enough. Not when you sounded so fucking pretty moaning every time the seam of his jeans rubbed your cunt just right.
Yeah, he’d been a fucking idiot to wait this long to show you how he felt.
But he’d be damned if he waited another second.
Still getting used to that strange prickling beneath his skin, Corey’s fingers trembled as they pushed the hem of your dress higher up your waist, allowing himself full access to your naked ass. You were in nothing more than a thong beneath that fucking dress and seeing you, feeling how little there was between you was enough to kill him.
“I thought about you last night,” you whispered, biting down on your own lip as you felt him knead your bare ass. “Fucking me on this very couch.”
His cock twitched painfully against his jeans. “While you were touching yourself?”
“Yeah,” you moaned.
“Fuck,” he hissed, reaching around to give your ass another firm squeeze. “I should have stayed.”
You smirked and lowered yourself further down on his lap so that your clit brushed against his jean-clad thigh again. “You’re here now,” you reminded him, slowly sliding back and forth on his thigh. You bit back a moan as you continued to ride his thigh. “And, fuck, baby, you feel even better than I thought you would.”
With a menacing grin, he craned his neck up to capture your lips as you continued to rock back and forth on his thigh. Burying a moan inside of his mouth, you felt one of his hands wander from your ass and along your waist before giving your breast a firm squeeze through the fabric of your thin slip dress.
God, how many times had he dreamt of touching you? How many times had he thought about sucking the very tits he was now groping as you moaned and arched into his touch? He’d rubbed himself raw many a night dreaming about this very scenario and here you were.
Through the fabric of your dress, his thumb rolled over the hardened bud of your nipple briefly before yanking the straps down so that you were fully exposed to him. If he was worried about the fabric ripping, he sure as shit had a funny way of showing it because the second your tits were out of that dress, Corey’s hungry mouth was on your nipple.
Tasting you.
Savouring you.
Between the sensation of his tongue and the feeling of your clit scraping against his strong, muscular thigh, you were in heaven.
But fair was fair.
He was the injured party, here. He looked like he fell off of a fucking bridge, the man needed some TLC.
And you were more than happy to help.
Throwing your head back in ecstasy as he gently bit and sucked at your pert nipple, you reached your arm down between you to unbuckle his belt. Your movements were frenzied, desperate, as you worked on undoing his jeans, and when you finally managed to undo his zipper, you unlatched your tit from his mouth and began to shimmy down his legs.
Corey’s eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them as you settled between his thighs. There was a damp streak on the leg of his jeans on account of you, but you barely paid it any mind as you yanked the material further down his hips.
His cock sprang to life the second it had come loose from its constraints and, as your hungry eyes scraped over his painfully hard erection, he swore to himself that he could have come right there and then.
Your lips were puffy from all the kissing you’d done, your cheeks flushed. And as your chest heaved with each shallow breath, your already perky nipples puckered and teased him to no end. He wanted his mouth back on them, needed to feel the swollen buds on his tongue, between his teeth. He needed to hear you scream for him, beg for him.
He needed you more than air in that moment. Hell, he needed you more than water for most of his life. He knew he should have been taking his time with you tonight, he should try to be gentle – but he couldn’t.
That beast inside of him had gone without for so damn long and tonight, he would feed it.
Scraping your fingernails up his thighs, you smirked and lowered your head to the girth of his cock. You’d thought about how it might feel to pierce you, how it might taste on your tongue but even your wildest dreams paled in comparison to the real thing.
With the flat of your tongue, you licked your way up the length of his cock all the while holding that dark stare. His legs twitched beneath you and his chest, rising and falling rapidly, seemed to hitch with an unearthed breath that caught in his throat the very second you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock.
“This okay?” You purred with a knowing, teasing smile.
With hungry, half-lidded eyes, Corey watched that pretty mouth of yours take him. Slowly at first, but soon you fell into an easy rhythm as you sucked him off. “Yeah,” his voice was gruff, barely above a whisper. Curling his fingers through your hair, he squeezed his fist together, giving your hair a firm tug as he threw his head back against the couch and whispered, “Fuck, baby.”
If he wasn’t careful, he’d blow his load in your mouth before he got the chance to properly fuck you and he’d be damned if he let that happen.
Corey gave your hair a firm tug and hissed out your name. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”
Releasing his cock with a resounding pop, you raised a single eyebrow up at him and grinned. “That’s kind of the point.”
Without so much as a word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss as he pulled you back onto the couch. His movements were quick, you barely registered the fact that he managed to pin you down where he’d just been sitting, and as you watched him position himself in front of you, between your thighs, your pulse seemed to skyrocket in anticipation.
You watched, mesmerised, as he tugged your thong down your thighs. At first, he held your stare as he leaned in to place an almost gentle kiss to your sopping mound, but when his eyes, those dark, dark eyes, flittered down to your cunt, the excitement in the pit of your stomach blossomed wholly.
He was a man on fire in that moment.
“Corey,” you pleaded pathetically, running your fingers through his curls. Your hips thrusted forward out of desperation alone. You needed to feel him inside of you one way or another. “Please, baby.”
That seemed to do it. Something in your whiny tone was enough for Corey to bury his face between your thighs and, fuck, did he feel so fucking good.
A guttural moan tore out of your lips as his deft tongue found your clit and, as he inserted two thick fingers inside of you, you bucked into his mouth and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Just as you’d expected, the man was a god with his tongue.
He lapped and sucked at your clit as his free hand reached up to play with your exposed tits, taking his time with each nipple as he roughly pinched and squeezed. You’d never felt so hot in your life and your body, arching and bucking into his mouth as he senselessly tongue-fucked you, prickled with a want so intense that it was almost tangible.
It was obvious the man wanted you to come and god did he want you to come hard.
“Corey,” you rasped out, squeezing your eyes shut as that familiar heat began to encroach its way up your body. When he curled his fingers inside of your hot cunt, you nearly screamed. “Corey, fuck.”
“Come for me,” he demanded, the reverb of his voice against your already sensitive clit sent shivers up and down your spine. “God, baby, you know how good you taste?”
You were going to cum. Any second now. You felt that mind-numbing pleasure build up in your toes and up your legs and as he gave your clit another long, desperate suck, you let that fire inside of your belly overtake you.
Your entire body shook as you bucked into his mouth.
Stars danced behind your eyes as strangled moans and breathy whines tore out of your throat.
But Corey didn’t ease up.
He wouldn’t.
He simply continued to lick and suck and nip at your clit as you rode out your orgasm, ignoring the way your entire body seemed to convulse almost violently so. He wanted to hear you scream, hell, he wanted to feel you tremble and shake on account of him all fucking night long.
You deserved to know he wanted this, wanted you more than he could even fathom and he deserved to feel like some sort of fucking god as he watched you tremble on his tongue. No man would ever touch you like this again, only him.
But that timid man he’d become since that night with Jeremy was still at the root of his core and seeing you fumble over your words as you fought for control of your own body won over as he slowly released your clit and kissed his was up your pelvis and stomach before leaning up to capture your lips again.
You could taste yourself on his lips as you kissed him and as he situated himself in front of you, you instinctively opened your thighs a little wider to allow him entrance. Breathlessly, you pulled away from his lips and shot him a tiny smirk as you reached down to give his dick a firm tug. “Fuck me, Corey.”
He seemed to search your eyes for a moment before giving you a small, gentle nod. He might have been a new man tonight, like something inside of him just…woke up – but that tender look he gave you as he watched you climb on top of his lap was all you could focus on. He looked so…fucking beautiful with his unruly curls splayed every which way and that sheen of sweat coating his bruised and battered skin. You could still see your slick all over his chin and nose, but you’d never seen a more beautiful being as you did whilst looking across at the man beneath you.
“You okay?” You found yourself asking as you swept a blanket of hair back and away from his forehead. Reaching down, you guided the length of him through your wet folds and along your clit before lowering yourself down onto his length.
His words died on his tongue as he blew out a puff of air through his lips and allowed his head to fall back against the couch as he tried to regain control of his body. You just felt so fucking good, so fucking warm and tight, on his cock. He’d imagined this very scenario a thousand times over – but never in his life did he expect it to feel so damn good.
“I’m better than okay,” he chuckled, tugging your already rumpled dress over your head. He tossed it across your small apartment, watching with keen interest as your tits heaved and bounced with every fluid bound you took. “God, look at you,” he mused, full of wonder. His eyes seemed to skirt around every inch of your body, followed closely by his calloused hands, but the look he gave you as those brown eyes finally settled in on your face made you breathless. “You’re perfect.”
It came out no louder than a whisper but landed like an atom bomb in your chest as you took in the raw emotion all over his face.
Splaying his fingers across the expanse of your back, Corey pulled you closer into him and enveloped his mouth around one of your nipples, watching you through dark and hooded eyes as his tongue lapped and sucked each tit. If he’d known how hot you got from tit-play, how much your body seemed to just mould against him as those tiny, breathy moans filtered around your small apartment – he would have tested the waters years ago.
God, you were soaked and, fuck, you felt so fucking good.
He’d thought about doing this for years now – hell, he’d argue since he’d laid eyes on you – but even in his wildest, wettest dream, he never imagined that you’d feel this good. His hands held your hips as you swiveled and bounced on his cock. He was going to come soon, he knew he was, but when he watched you reach down and begin to stroke your clit as he was buried inside of you, that was it for Corey.
A breathy moan tore out of his lips as he leaned forward to capture your mouth again, coming undone inside of you, filling you up with everything he had.
Feeling his cock twitch, you rode out the last few pumps before slowly pulling back to peer down at him. “If you think this got you out of telling me who beat you up,” You nuzzled his neck and bit down. “You’re sorely mistaken.”
A slow, lazy grin tore across his lips as you slowly slid off of him, joining him on the couch with your naked chest heaving. Reaching across to cup your pussy, Corey slipped a finger through your wet folds and gave your clit a firm pinch. Your entire body trembled on account of his fingers. “Later,” he promised, leaning in to capture your lips yet again. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”
let me know what you guys think x
#halloween ends#halloween ends spoilers#corey cunningham#Corey Cunningham x reader#Corey cunningham x fem!reader#halloween#slasher boyfriends#Corey Cunningham x you#Michael myers#slashers#Corey cunningham fic#Corey cunningham halloween ends
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Corey Cunningham is the type of bf to hurt himself if you’re upset with him. Tell me otherwise.
#corey#corey cunningham#corey cunningham smut#halloween#halloween 2018#halloween kills#halloween ends#bf#boyfriend#cute murder boy
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People complaining about the age gap between Michael and Corey are missing the real theoretical consent issue they could be championing: Corey is totally talking advantage of a severely mentally ill old man lmfao /s
#corey cunningham#michael myers#Michael myers x Corey Cunningham#Michael x corey#do they have a ship name yet#can they be murder boyfriends#halloween ends
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ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴅ...
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THEY AR EIN LOVE YOUR HONOR!!! THEWY R MARRIRIEIDI
#corey cunninghams boyfriend#corey cunningham#halloween ends#halloween ends oc#michael myers#isnt there again#bc HE IS NOT A PART OF THIS#they r married#literally#jerry is their son /hj#tehe#i love them so much bro they mean so much to mmemeemememe#they mean as much to me as jerma means to me#sobs
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[rohan campbell; 2020 // 2023]
#rohan campbell#this is my favourite genre of rohan photo#sat at a table; moderately far away#there's just something about these pictures that scratch an itch in my brain#honestly its the cigarette and the branded blue ashtray for me#and the food wrappers#he's so boyfriend#sorry im a little bit silly stupid for him actually#corey cunningham
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I was rewatching Halloween Kills tonight and I have some stuff to say about Cameron;
1. He thought he could just swoop in and save the day and that really pissed me off because Laurie’s been trying (and failing) for years but he’s damn sure he can do a better job. It feels a bit sexist tbh, it’s like ‘oh I’m a man, I can definitely do it’ like fuck off you fucking child.
2. The scene in the park where they all get out of the car and split up. I know it’s not directly Cameron but that pissed me off because they knew it wasn’t safe.
3. The way he makes Allyson go into the Myer’s house first. Like RIP Cammy boi but JESUS CHRIST! Where are your manners? Are you incapable of being a gentleman? Corey would’ve never done that, especially not to Allyson.
4. The bit where he’s in the house with Allyson and he leaves her in the room with the two dead bodies ALONE. Same as the last point, I’m so fucking disgusted.
Long story short; I laughed when he died and then cried because it gave me flashbacks to when Corey died and she let out a blood-curdling scream which broke my fucking heart.
Corey was a better boyfriend and I stand by that.
#halloween ends#halloween kills#cameron elam#corey cunningham#coreys a better boyfriend and I stand by that#rip cameron but fuck off#allyson nelson#corey x allyson#cameron x allyson#michael myers#laurie strode
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Halloween (Movies - Green)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Corey Cunningham/Michael Myers
Characters: Corey Cunningham, Michael Myers, Roger Allen, Theresa Allen
Additional Tags: Murder, Blood, Older Man/Younger Man, serial killer boyfriends, Mental Breakdown, Corey has a unhealthy obsession with Michael
Series: Part 2 of The Devil and The Scarecrow
Summary:
He needed more, more of this joy, the joy of a murderer, the joy of a monster. Though as his mind caught onto that thought, one word got stuck in his head.
Monster.
#halloween#corey cunningham x michael myers#michael myers#corey cunningham#murder boyfriends#halloween movie#halloween ends
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wearing Michael's mask in bed with Corey (short one shot)
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Inspired by this post 🥵🥵🥵 @hall0ween-twn @mrkis @ethanhoewke. boyfriend!corey
As Corey approaches, his eyes sparkle and an electric heat radiates between you. He looks back and forth between the eye holes. He wets his lips, and his eyes darken even more. His large hand slowly reaches for the mask and cups the rubber jaw.
18+ Explicit
Corey leaves home in athletic shorts and a hoodie to run an errand. You were already horny, but the way he’s dressed turns you all the way on. His ass looks even finer than usual. His shorts have a little slit at the bottom of each side for ease of movement, but his bulging thighs stretch each slit into more of a wide-open mouth. He better be ready to get it on when he comes back. He has to know what it does to you when he walks around with all that ass.
You freshen up and wait for him on the bed in nothing but your panties. He's gone for what feels like forever. You think about last night when you wore his mask while you rode him. He came so hard and it was hot as hell.
When Corey gets back, he greets you with a kiss and you pull him onto you, kissing him wantingly. You feel him harden against you and it gives your whole body butterflies. You take off his hoodie and his shirt comes with it. He kisses your neck and chest and grinds his shorts into you. His expansive hands scan your body and his thick digits pull your panties down as he continues to pepper you with kisses that intensify. He kisses his way down your body and kneels between your legs.
You take Michael's mask out from under the pillow. You pull the rubber shell over your head, slowly so it doesn't catch on your hair. It smells faintly musty in a dangerous way that reminds you who actually wore it. It gives you a shiver and your nipples harden. You feel powerful in the mask, like you could do anything. Your breath and heartbeat echoe in your ears.
You watch Corey through the eye holes. The rubber frames him like a curtain and he’s center-stage on his knees, eager to please you. He hooks his arms under your thighs and digs in. His magnificent nose nudges your clit rhythmically and the warm tingle spreads to your ass and your thighs. The mask catches your moan and it sounds crisp in your ears, but based on your experience when Corey wears a mask, you know you must sound muffled to him.
Corey looks up and does a double take. As he takes in the image of you wearing the Shape's mask, his gaze grows lustier and bores through the eye holes. His face flushes. His eyes darken as they travel down your body then back up to the mask. His voice is gruff and low as he mutters, "Fuck," and begins to prowl toward you on the bed.
As Corey approaches, his eyes sparkle and an electric heat radiates between you. He looks back and forth between the eye holes. He wets his lips and his eyes darken even more. His large hand slowly reaches for the mask and cups the rubber jaw.
His eyes close as his face comes to your neck. He inhales deeply with his nose against the rubber and shudders as he exhales with a throaty sigh and palms your hard nipple. He kisses your neck at the bottom edge of the mask, slow and hard, then needily. His hardness brushes your thigh. His top teeth press down on the rubber as he licks and sucks your neck and the mask. His heavy breathing echoes in your ears as his lips creeps under the rubber edge. He moans between breaths as his large hand roves over your breasts.
He aligns his hips with yours and rolls his arousal against your warmth. Through his soft shorts, finallt you can feel his solid girth just where you want it. God, he's SO fucking hard. He grinds into you again.
"Wow," you whisper, earning a series of stronger thrusts as he kisses the other side of your neck. There’s a fluttering ache between your legs. When Corey pulls back to admire you again, you eagerly pull his shorts down and he kicks them off. His cock is truly a vision. Your hand wraps around his girth, and he's harder than ever before. He's harder than you knew was possible. He throbs into your hand.
Your knees open wide and your bare feet on his ass urge him into you. He lays his fat, hard cock against your skin, and your mouth forms an O under the mask and you let out a soft moan and Corey whimpers at the muffled sound of your pleasure. His warm, velvet shaft slides against your slickness as he looks down at the Shape.
You caress his neck with both hands and he shudders and somehow swells even harder. His cock is impossibly stiff and swollen as it glides against you, like its core is made of steel. If his face is any indication, he's painfully engorged. You’re so fucking wet, and thank god. Otherwise there would be no hope of taking that girth.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he growls as he looks at you through the eye holes. He slides his hard girth against you again, then the swollen head nudges your entrance. You can't stand to be empty for another second. You dig your heels into his ass, begging him. Your eyelids are pinching shut under the eye holes. God, how you need him.
The big, swollen tip of his cock pushes into you, and your breath hitches. He looks at you through the mask for a moment, takes a shaky breath, then impales you with his full staff in one powerful thrust, parting your insides like the red sea with a deep groan. It takes your breath away with a jolt of pain quickly overtaken by a wave of pleasure.
"Corey," you whimper into the mask.
He eases back then pushes again, slower but just as hard. Your breathing echoes loudly in your own ears as a warm knot intensifies in your abdomen. Sweat beads on your face, but you keep the mask on. He fucks you hard and slow. Every time Corey buries his length in you is better than the last.
Your muffled whimpers continue and he picks up his pace. The knot tightens in your core. His black eyes lock with yours and his whole body trembles as he pounds into youz locking eyes with the mask. Your eyes water and you gasp for air, the suction drawing the rubber to your lips for just a moment. You exhale and turn your head to breathe. The mask is loose enough that it doesn’t come with you - The Shape keeps staring back at Corey.
He twitches inside you, which sends you over the edge. You arch your back and writhe under him. You groan and your body clenches and spasms around his cock in wave after wave of pleasure.
Corey says "Fuck," and closes his eyes for just a moment. His eyes water when they open to look back at you, at the mask, and he pulsates powerfully inside you, extending your climax.
He pumps you full of the biggest load you can imagine. Every time you think he must be done, there’s another pump, and every time he pumps is another burst of pleasure for you. Corey’s head lowers to rest against the forehead of the mask and pulsates one more time inside you.
His balls are empty. Your body relaxes and relief washes over you. You stroke his hair and enjoy aftershocks with him still inside you. When Corey lifts his head, you pull the mask off your head, and the cool air hits your face. It's like your first time tasting air.
Corey kisses you deeply. Then, is fingers run over the mask in your hand as he nuzzles his curls into your neck and says, “You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
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Note: I thought about scrapping this and going with Corey POV but didn't want it to go to waste in case it's hot to anyone 😅 stay tuned to Rock Bottom, I'm sure Corey will get up to something similar in his POV w/ (Y/N). prob less domestic lol.
General note - I don't think i've tried writing slasher POV in a "slasher x You" yet, but I will try it some other time . . .
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Slashers with an S/O who has a Dragon Dido
Note: Had this idea brewing in my brain, so I decided to write about it.
Not sponsored by Bad Dragon
Synopsis: Reader asked Slashers if they wanted to experiment with their Sex toy
Minors DNI Reader is GN
Michael myers (both 78 and RZ), Jason Voorhees, The Sinclair Twins, Brahms Heelshire, Corey Cunningham
Michael Myers OG
When Michael found out you have a sex toy that's big and looks not human, he has questions about it
You explain what it is and how it works
It's a Dragon what now?
People make those and in the size you own?
When you ask if he can use it on you, he got a little offended
Why have that when you can have the real thing (even tho it's not that big like the toy)
With much convincing, he obligated to do some role play
You go down on your toy, your boyfriend has strap on to himself
He's enthusiastic about seeing how far you can deep thoat it before choking on it
He doesn't have to cum without holding, the toy can do that by his hand
Pounding into you seeing the bulge in your stomach produced by your dragon dildo is a site to behold
He's the Dragonoid, and you're his human mate of this role play
When it's decided you came enough, he makes your Toy cum. Pulling out your see his "seed" leave your engorged hole
Now he wants to do it again another day
Michael myers RZ
You sick minded person you are
How does that thing even fit??
You want me to do what?? Don't we do that normally?
Michael needs some time before he's ready to put it on for some fun
When the time comes, he's looking Ok with the strap-on.
🎶Big guy with a big Dragon Dick🎶 😂
Michael is going to be careful about this, still wondering if this whole toy is going to fit
But once it starts, it's going well. You're moaning from pleasure from the thrusting he's doing.
Once you start to asking for him to cum, he doesn't obligated cause he wants to go a bit little longer
Eventually, Michael simulates the dildo cumming pushing the syringe plunger, filling you up with the "Seed"
Pulling out afterwards, the cum lube flowed out of you, giving you a head tilted from the site. Pressing your stomach to watch more flow out
Definitely want to do it again rn
Jason Voorhees
Oh God Your Going to give Poor Boy a Heart Attack when you show him it
Jason has so many questions
How did you get it? Do people use these things? It can do what?
Jason is going to nearly a month or 2 before he puts on cockzilla
When the time comes when he's comfortable with the idea
Poor Boy is blushing from seeing the colorful dick fit on his big body
Being extremely careful with you
Putting it halfway in so he's not hurting you he starts out slow
Once the pace picks up, he pushes the whole Dildo in. Causing a bulge to form
Poor Boy came himself in his boxers from the friction
You comfort him from his accidentally mess he did. Afterwards, he went to clean up
Next time, he's going to be careful when role-playing
Bo Sinclair
What in God's green earth did he find in the bag in the shared closet?
When you came home, he had to ask about the Elephant or in case Dragon in the room
"A Dragon Cock? I didn't know you're that Twisted in the head, Darling."
This Cocky A-hole would definitely want to jump into this role play with the new toy
Trying to fully deep throat with it, nearly hurl from the gaging
Taking you behind with this bad boy
"That's right, take it, darling."
He makes you cum so much your overwhelmed
Releasing the "cum" from the syringe into you
He may want to get peg by that now to spicy up your relationship
Vincent Sinclair
Oh my God, what's in the Box??!!
Vincent is definitely a Dragon fan, and the fact you gotten a Dragon Dildo he's definitely red under his mask cause he wants to try it
Definitely work you up before pushing it in
Thursting the whole 8 inches of this Dragon Dick and going to town with you
Vincent was having fun watching you squirm around this big fake cock as he fucks you
Thinking it's enough for this, he released the "cum" into your hole before pulling out
Just watching the "seed" drip down from the expanded hole just makes him want to do it again
Could you do it to him another day?
Brahms Heelshire
What on earth are you using??
His eyes are wide behind that mask, seeing the large thing you're riding
Next time, his stinky wall ass comes out he's going to ask about what you have. First, he's going to be scolded for being a Pervert for watching you, then second, you're going to have to explain what it id
"Aren't Dragons supposed to be slayed, not something in the bedroom?"
You explain that people get these types of toys of different types for pleasure
You asked if he would like to use it on you if he's comfortable about it
The next night, he was lying on the bed strapped up, woty the big dicky pushing the plunger of the syringe some "cum" oozed out of the tip spooking him
You started out on giving some oral play on toy, giving your partner a subductive look while he just watched with red in his cheeks for the site
You started to ride on your dragon dildo while he watches you bounce on your toy.
After a while, he was pounding from behind before releasing the "cum" into you, it leaked from in between your hole and cock dripped onto the sheets
Brahms would like to do this again another time
Corey Cunningham (He's Adorable Fight Me! And this is a what if Corey became a Hero in Halloween Ends)
Oh poor baby saw the box on the counter and had a peek before turning away with an embarrassment on his face
You had to calm him down before explaining what you have and explain that people are getting to spice up. Corey was sheltered by his mother about the subject of Sex and toys
Corey would need a confidence boost before he decides to do the hanky panky with you
After becoming comfortable about having sex with you and about the "you know what" that's in your closet atm
Corey strapped up with the 9 inch Gradient Dragon Dick with the tube leading to a syringe full halfway of the "cum"
Start out slow, not putting it in fully being careful with you
Getting more into it and started to pick up the pace. Corey started to pound into you harder, having the bulge poking up from the dildo
Telling Corey to cum into you which he muched obligated, pushing all of the "cum" from the syringe into you
Would definitely want to it again another day
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That's all
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His baby mama, part 1 (Corey Cunningham x reader)
Plot: Corey Cunningham gets his girlfriend pregnant. But since he's too scared of his mom, he doesn't tell her and doesn't fully take his responsibilities. Because of this, the reader breaks up with him, but… Did he really forget about her?
Pairing: Corey Cunningham x reader
Warning: stalking bitch (Corey), pregnancy(?)
Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :) + it’s gonna be a short story, so don’t seek a full development as you would in a novel + read my author's notes at the end
PART 2
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“Are you sure? Maybe it’s a mistake, maybe the test isn’t working…”
“Corey, I took a blood test. I’m pregnant.”
Your boyfriend’s face decomposes before your eyes. Corey stands there, his shoulders hunched under the yellowish light of the bedside lamp. Fear and indecision disfigure his usually more serene face.
“It’s too soon for us to be parents,” he replies, his trembling voice betraying his dismay. “We’ve only been together a year, and my mother… If she finds out about this, she’ll kill me.”
You watch him, your throat tight and your heart beating wildly.
“I didn’t choose this, Corey. I’m under birth control, I’m taking all my pills, you know that. But now it’s done. Maybe… Maybe it was meant to be.”
Your hands instinctively rest on your belly, a natural protection against the uncertainty of the moment. You’ve just found out about your two-month pregnancy, only the day before. Why weren’t you worried before you missed your periods? For the simple reason that you’ve never had a regular cycle, due to the stress you’ve been under all your life.
He swallows loudly and drifts his eyes elsewhere to avoid your gaze. Obviously.
“What if… What if we thought about abortion? The money I earn will go to my engineering program…” he murmurs, almost ashamed. Yet you know very well I might not be accepted in any university, given his criminal record, even if it was an accident.
The room seems to shrink around you, the walls lined with old floral wallpaper absorbing every word like a secret to be buried. Actually, this conversation was draining all your energy and you felt like it was burying you alive.
“What about the accident with Jeremy? You think that’s just going to vanish from my life? This town… They hate me. And with a baby, they’ll target you when our relationship will be exposed.”
As his voice breaks, he remains unable to finish his sentence.
The air between you becomes electric, charged with unspoken words. Your fists clench to hold back the trembling of your hands, as do your jaws. Tears burn your eyes and fog your vision. Your heart beats painfully. His words feel like a stab in the chest.
“Then go away!”
The words spurt out, sharp and irrevocable. You breathe hard, your lungs struggling against the dense air of the room. He frowns, his eyes on you, in which a glimmer of distress gleams.
“If you can’t handle it, get out! Get out!” you insist in a sharp tone.
His eyes cloud over with tears and sparkle with pain, as if he’s looking for something on your face… Perhaps a retraction on your part? A final confirmation for him to leave without looking back? He seems to be looking for something in your face, a reason to stay or perhaps permission to leave. But he finds nothing, just a reflection of his own distress.
Corey takes one step, then another, moving slowly toward the door. Each movement is heavy, as if he’s carrying the full weight of his choices and fears on his shoulders. He places his hand on the handle, his white knuckles betraying the strength of his grip.
“I…” he begins, but his voice is lost in an inaudible whisper.
With one last look, a mixture of apology and regret, he opens the door. The creak of the hinges seems to underline the finality of the moment. You stand still, staring at the empty space he’s left behind. The door slams behind Corey, a dry, final sound, bringing in the smell of impending rain this October 2021.
If only he could stand up to his crazy mother Joan. If only he could gain confidence in himself! If only he could understand that he was betraying you! After all, right from the start, you’d always opened the door of your house to him so he wouldn’t have to go back to his mother and hear her screaming, belittling him, even slapping him at times. You were the only woman in all of Haddonfield who agreed to give him a chance after the accident, even though you knew about the child’s death. You never judged him. You gave him all the love he needed, building a relationship of trust and pure love. True love.
Yet he’s just proved to you that he’s not worthy. Like father, like son, after all, since his father abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with him.
And as long as he doesn’t rebel and become a real man, no longer a scared teenager, he won’t move on with his life, you were certain. You, however, couldn’t stay stuck at this dead end.
Alone in the silence that followed, you closed your eyes, finally allowing your suppressed emotions to rise to the surface. Silent tears roll down your cheeks, each a promise of struggle and resilience. You breathe deeply, smelling the familiar scent of your great aunt’s house, mingled with the fresher scent of the rain to come. Here, in this house that is now yours, you will find the strength to face what lies ahead. Alone, but free.
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In the weeks that follow, Corey tries to get back to you with numerous messages and calls, which you reject every time, but also by coming to your house. You never open the door for him. And as soon as you spot him in the town, in the stores, you make sure you avoid him. Better still, you’ve changed garage for your car repairs. In any case, none of his messages or voicemails indicate that he will assume his paternity, oh no. He wants you to understand his point of view. Like a little boy, he’s terrified. He doesn’t want you to stay mad.
As the months go by, his texts become rarer and rarer, until you don’t receive them anymore. From time to time, however, you find a wad of $100 bills in your mailbox, in an envelope signed “C.C.”.
You face your pregnancy and the birth of your child alone, without a father. Yet your few friends are there for you, and when your parents can, they visit you in Haddonfield. When the baby is born, you hesitate, but decide to leave an envelope with the baby’s photo and her name in your mailbox, knowing full well that Corey will pick it up. Did you do this to make him take responsibility? Out of simple kindness so he knows your daughter’s name and what she looks like as a newborn? Perhaps.
Again, the months go by and your daughter is only a few months old. Thanks to a friend, you learn that Corey has found love again in the arms of... Allyson, Laurie Strode’s granddaughter. The news hurts and stabs you in the heart. Deep down, maybe you were hoping he’d come back and finally become a real dad, not just a biological father. Especially since the older your daughter gets, the more she looks like him, with her natural kind of pout, her silky brown curls with golden highlights. Sometimes, she even seems to have her father’s eyes.
What you don’t know is that Corey never completely abandoned you.
He spied on you.
Over and over again.
You became his obsession, despite your many rejections during your pregnancy.
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The room is plunged into darkness, subdued by half-closed shutters. Only a trickle of light from the street sneaks in through the slits. You gently cradle your daughter, her cries gradually subsiding under the effect of your comforting caresses. Her steady, soothing breath calms you, as you lay her gently in bed. An exhausted sigh escapes your lips, then you let yourself fall onto your own bed, letting fatigue fall on you like a leaden screed. Your heavy eyelids barely lift to glance at the clock, which is blinking mercilessly: 3:30 a.m. How long has it been since you’ve had a decent night’s sleep? You don’t even remember, but the dark circles under your eyes testify to the many nights of sleep cut short and the incessant preoccupations flooding into your brain. Being a single mom was hard as hell.
As you drift off to sleep, reality suddenly catches up with you. You jerk open your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest like a panicked drum. A man stands over the cradle, frozen in the half-light like a shadow, a sleep paralysis demon. He wears blood-stained overalls, his face hidden behind a white mask devoid of human expression…
Michael Myers.
Your eyes widen. Your breath freezes in your throat. A shiver of fear runs down your spine. You panic, but you force yourself to remain calm so as not to wake your sleeping daughter a few yards away. Without taking time to think, you try to throw yourself on top of your daughter, whom you try to press to your chest. Faster than you, the man pushes you away and presses his body against yours, still on the bed. His hands slip around your neck, ready to strangle you… One of the serial killer’s habits, as everyone knows, when he’s not stabbing his victims with a kitchen knife.
You try to scream, to fight against his relentless grip. Your throat tightens, unable to produce the slightest sound. Panic takes hold of you, a burning sensation that consumes every part of your being. Gradually, your strength leaves you. Suddenly, a wave of familiarity washes over you, a fragrance that takes you back to distant memories, forgotten moments of happiness. The sweetness of this reminiscence is swept away by the implacable terror of the present situation.
You try to gather your thoughts, to find a way to free yourself from the grip of this stranger who holds you prisoner in your own bed. Before you can articulate a single word, a brutal shock hits the back of your skull, a blinding explosion of pain that overwhelms you and engulfs you in darkness. Then, it’s pitch black.
“We are finally reunited…” whispers the husky male voice.
[Author’s notes]
Should I write another part? If yes, what do you want to happen next?
Sorry if it’s not developed enough. I would totally do it if I was writing one of my novels… But this story is mainly to satisfy myself lol
My Ko-fi: betrayedwriter
My AO3: BetrayedWriter
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Want to read my novel if you know some french? Find them in my bio 😉
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Idk if this is nsfw, but could you write a Corey fic where he gets possessive and jealous? Kind of like in the movie, but more extreme?
Jealous Corey Cunningham Would Be Like This:
A/N: Nope, not nsfw; I've been getting a lot of requests for jealous Corey, so here you are 🙃 I've sort of been thinking about a sfw sleeping with Corey hc too... if you're interested?
🔪• Ah, Corey Cunningham, the young man that questions himself in wonder every day about just how he managed to make you his? And, in turn, questions everyone around you just how they'll attempt to undo his hard work and break your beautiful bond together.
🔪• This boy will do whatever it takes, whatever it takes, to keep you by his side. It could go from a dark glare to the person and a tighter grip on your hand, to blood sprayed on his clothes and adrenaline rushing through his veins. It doesn't matter to Corey. Just as long as you stay his, and your loving attention stays trained on his, he's relaxed and happy.
🔪• However. This all means that Corey will end up being a ridiculously overprotective and jealous boyfriend, especially if you're innocent to murdering and you aren't so easily acceptant to it as he is. He has to protect you. Who else will? This is his job, and he'll do it right. He couldn't defend himself before, let alone a lover, but now, he knows he can prove himself to you.
🔪• Whenever he gets jealous, Corey never gets annoyed with you. It's not your fault you're so angelic. They shouldn't have been looking for so long. They can't look with no eyes though, can they?
🔪• He'll often give you his jackets or sweaters to wear in and out. It shows people that you're taken, which makes him smile to himself when people realise, as well as heightens his possessiveness.
🔪• "Y-you're mine, aren't you, beautiful?" Just say yes
🔪• Corey can't function without you. You're his reason for practically everything he does in life, and he thrives off of your comforting touches and compassionate gazes. He's not had such sweet attention for years, and getting it from you is the best feeling he's ever had. He won't let it go.
🔪• Sometimes, you can realise how jealous he's been feeling when his embrace from behind you in bed is a little too tight, a leg slung over yours and his curls tickling your cheek as he buries his face in your neck. It's almost impossible to get out of his grips when he's feeling pouty. The best way to make him ease up? Just hug him back, give him a few kisses, and tell him to calm his ass down, because you're not leaving him for anyone.
🔪• "Corey, you know I only want you, right?" "...Do you really?"
🔪• His eyes light up in hopefulness whenever you confirm with him that yes, you love him too, and what he's feeling is okay, but he shouldn't be threatened. At the end of the day, he still is apprehensive with anyone that smiles a little too widely at you, or whose eyes linger for too long, but that's just him. Occasionally, some guy who was getting on with you amazingly a day ago has gone missing, or has been found dead in horrible circumstances.
🔪• "Did you kill him, Corey? Why?" "W-well, because, I needed to make him understand. You're meant for me, not him."
🔪• He can even get a bit funny with your friends if he doesn't know them well, his arm constantly around your waist or shoulder. PDA is actually bliss for Corey, since it displays how close you two are openly, and no one can do a thing about it.
🔪• Another thing: if he's marked you up on your neck the night before, or early in the morning, purposely leaving them open to see makes Corey melt and get all excited. Because, hey, look, there are perfect red-purple marks under your chin, and the person staring didn't do that, did they?
🔪• He's only jealous because he's never felt so hopelessly in love and desperate for anyone before in his life. With the right words and gentle touches, you can dissolve a sticky situation pretty easily, but it's all only because he cares. He cares so much, he could kill somebody.
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Horror characters with an s/o in a band head canons
Sorry for barely posting. I say this every time I post but I've been very busy lately with a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to find time to write time for y'all. So for these head canons I'm just putting a blanket statement of the reader is in a rock band. Also I'm looking into writing for fem readers as I explore my own gender identity. But reader's gender isn't specified in this.
Includes: Corey Cunningham, Tiffany Valentine, Amanda Young, Billy Loomis, and Martin Mathias
Content includes: Possessive behavior, murder mentions, implied murder, mentions of saw traps in Amanda's section, brief 'stalking' mentions, not proof read
Corey Cunningham
Pre-Michael he's going to feel a little awkward going into a show that you're playing at. If you play something like shoe gaze or some kind of softer rock music he won't feel as awkward going into to see you preform but if you play harder rock or even metal he's going to feel very out of place.
Pre-Michael Corey would also try his hardest to learn about whatever instrument you play for the band or if you sing he'll try his best to learn about singing and the best way to do it without hurting your vocal cords. He'll do his research on what you do because he wants to be the best supportive boyfriend he can be.
Pre-Michael Corey won't really get jealous of people cheering you on or being supportive of your music. He understands that they just enjoy your music and they want to show their support for you. After all, he's the one who gets to go back stage with you and to all the practices. He's really the lucky one.
Post Michael however is a different story. Now he's more open to whatever music you play. Even if it's harder music like metal or some kind of hard/alternative rock he's down for it. I wouldn't say he'd get in a mosh pit or anything like that anytime soon.
When he's post Michael he'll still keep knowledge about whatever instrument you play or how to take care of you if you sing. He'll become a little obsessive about it, going with you to every band practice or he'll watch you from somewhere else while you practice. Same goes for when you're at home. If you don't want him there you won't know that he's there.
Post Michael Corey is also a little more protective when it comes to your fans. Now he knows that you won't have that many fans that push boundaries with you, but any that try to push boundaries with you on this are going to pay the price.
Tiffany Valentine
Tiffany (in my opinion) is a gothic rock, post punk, dark wave, other goth music genres kind of girl. So if you play any of those kinds of music genres she's more than happy to go to one of your shows and support you there.
She will happily tell anyone listening that her lovely s/o is in the band playing on stage and that you're super talented, and it doesn't matter if they care about it or not, she's proud of you and she cares.
She might not know much about music but I can promise you that she's going to try her best to help you with practicing whatever instrument you play or whatever you need help with that's music related.
If you want her to go to your band practices with you she's all for that. She's happy to sit in and listen to whatever you're working on, it's not like she's going to tell anyone what you're doing, she'd never do you dirty like that.
She WILL be dressing up for all of your shows. It doesn't matter how big or small they are she needs to represent you and how well you treat her. She also just really likes getting dressed up to go out and this is an excuse to do that.
If you have band merch she will also wear it. Even if it's just some shirt with your band name or logo on it then she'll wear it while she sleeps or some other time. She prefers more feminine clothes so she might go as far as to paint on your band name and or logo onto some old dress she has just for fun.
Amanda Young
Amanda is a metalhead plain and simple. She likes harder music and if you play harder music she'll be happy to go to your show. If you play slower music, she hopes you won't take offense, but she might not go to all of your shows.
She might not go to all of your shows anyway because she's busy with her jigsaw work but she'll try to see at least a couple of your shows every time you have some.
I feel like if you're stuck on lyrics or where to go with a song she'll be there to help you with it. She might not be the most knowledgeable on music but she's going to try her best to help you get out of that rut.
If you need a song name she'll suggest something based off a trap she's made or just a trap in general. "What about 'knob twister'?" "What about Venus Fly Trap?" But she'll be more subtle with it if you're unaware of her being a jigsaw apprentice.
She won't take any of the other apprentices to your shows, she'll honestly keep you pretty separate from her 'work life' outside of telling John about you. If any of them somehow find out about you and your band she will get very defensive of you and she will swear if Hoffman ever goes to one of your shows she's going to put him in a reverse bear trap.
She won't get super jealous of fans of your music unless they start pushing boundaries. She gets people being fans of your work and wanting to meet you and stuff, but if they end up getting a little too far 'into' your music she may or may not put them in a trap.
Billy Loomis
It's the 90's and just like look at him, he's probably going to be into that slower, more shoegaze kind of stuff, he's the og male manipulator in more ways than one.
He'll try to be open to the kind of music that you play but if it doesn't interest him he probably won't be going to every single one of your shows. He'll make up excuses about having to do stuff for school and whatever.
But don't get it twisted, if anyone tries to make fun of you for the kind of music you play they're gonna meet ghostface real soon. Just because he might not be into your music it doesn't mean that other people are allowed to be mean to you about it.
This also applies to fans of your band who try and get a little too close to you for Billy's comfort. He understands that you're going to have fans of your music but that doesn't mean people are going to just get away with being obsessed with you, that's his job god damn it!
But if he's being as possessive as he usually is he'll have Stu go to one of your shows for him just to check things out and make sure nothing bad is happening there. He doesn't think you're going to cheat on him, he trusts you, he just doesn't trust other guys, unless it's Stu.
He'll play down how much he really does care about your music. He tries to keep up this kind of 'whatever' 'cool guy' persona but he really does care about your music and he might stalk you a little bit and just watch you at your band practices for fun.
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Bubz's Slasher Fictober: Day 1 Corey Cunningham (Apple Cider)
Welcome to Bubz's Slasher Fictober! I will be posting one fic a day leading up to Halloween! This is of course day one so this will go up on October 1st! I hope you all enjoy!
Notes: Minors DNI, No pronouns used, Pet names used, "You" used with Gender Neutral reader.
You couldn't believe it, Corey had killed those kids, all of them. You knew those were the kids that had been harassing him years now but you never expected him to do something like that.
Corey was so shy and quiet, It took two weeks of the two of you being in a relationship for Corey to get comfortable with the PDA and other normal relationship things that you never in a million years thought he was capable of something like this.
After Corey was late to stopping by your house on the way home from work you had decided to walk to his work and check on him, if Corey was anything he made sure to never be late, especially when it involved you. The walk was relatively short and it wasn't too cold in Haddonfield, but the scene you walked up on would chill you to your core.
You watched from the sidelines as who you thought was Michael Myers at first had picked off the kids one by one. Quickly you came to realize it wasn't Michael Myers at all but in fact Corey, Your Corey. After all the carnage was done you saw Corey stop and look over everything he had done, You went to back up slowly just wanting to go home when you stepped on a rather large branch and tripped.
The sound of you plummeting to the ground alerted Corey and you saw his head snap towards you, even through the mask his eyes met yours, You saw his hands reach up to pull the mask off his face.
"Baby" Corey nearly choked out, You shook your head feeling the tears prick at the back of your eyes had you picked yourself up.
"N-No! stay away from me!' You yelled as you propelled yourself away from Corey who was starting to walk towards you.
"Baby c'mon please, let's talk about this" Corey pleaded picking up the pace to reach you. You shook your head again starting to run this time.
You picked a direction into the woods and could hear Corey behind you as he too began to run after you, with the tears in your eyes you could barely see but kept running as fast as you could. You could hear Corey gaining on you but you didn't for a second stop until for the second time tonight, your foot hit a branch.
You tumbled to the ground, your ankle throbbing with pain as you tried to pick yourself up to lean against a tree. The heavy footfalls stopped as Corey kneeled in front of you.
"Hun please just let me explain, You know I'd never do anything to hurt you" Corey said as he put his arms around you. You tried to resist at first but were quickly enveloped by his familiar smell and feel and you found yourself melting into his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his neck and he shushed you.
"You killed those kids Corey" you felt Corey tense. Corey pulled away and held his face in his hands.
"I know I did. Those kids tried to kill me, they pushed me off the bridge, I mean I-I just couldn't take it anymore" Corey sobbed.
You paused looking over the sobbing mess that was your boyfriend in front of you, you knew those kids had been harassing Corey for ages ever since his accident, You still didn't know how exactly to feel about what you had seen but you knew you couldn't leave Corey.
You wrapped your arms back around his neck and hugged him tighter.
"It's ok Core'" you shushed him "We'll get through this together" You promised.
"You're not going to leave?" He asked nervously, You shook your heaD
"No Corey, Never"
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