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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael x Reader [together please] but separate is fine also . 🎀

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

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Major Halloween ends spoilers, don’t read if you don’t want spoilers!

These two are my current obsession, and I love yandere stuff, but I just haven’t gotten to write it much, so thank you for requesting it.

If you guys want more yandere stuff just let me know 😘

- In the beginning you are only Coreys obsession. You had stood by his side after the accident and as his mental state suffered, he became obsessed with you.

- Corey at this point isn’t the type of yandere to do much, he is all obsessive and loving thoughts but is so insecure and self-hating to act on his desires. He sees himself as trash and unworthy of you in every way.

- This doesn’t stop him from stealing some of your things though, but its things you wont miss like a shirt you haven’t worn in years or an old notebook, or a chapstick from the bottom of your backpack.

- When you have sleepovers at each other’s places, Corey lays awake to watch you sleep. When he’s feeling extra bold, he might even touch you. But its small like holding your hand or brushing your hair out of your face.

- After you leave the sleepovers at his place, he always crawls into bed in as little clothes as possible and smells the pillow you used and gets off to it. He always feels ashamed and disgusted with himself afterwards.

- After meeting Michael Corey becomes more bold and less ashamed of his thoughts, hell start stalking you in a very Michael like fashion. Like standing just out of view or lurking in the shadows.

- Starts stealing more important things, like your favorite shirt or your toothbrush. He has a shrine built for you down in the sewers where he keeps his most priced items.

- One of the first people Corey kills is someone who has been flirting with you for a long time and not leaving you alone, Michael can only watch his interest as Corey rips the person to shreds.

- After looking into Coreys memories Michael starts to be drawn to you as well, seeing you as someone who might have loved him too when he was younger. You had stood by Coreys side even during everything, so why not Michael.

- Where Corey still feels ashamed or shy at times and stays cautious, Michael does not. He will stand above you whilst you sleep or sneak into the bathroom to watch you shower without you noticing.

- Michael is the one who will target your family if they pose a threat. If you a close to your family Corey will try and leave them alone, but if you aren’t they will both kill them.

- During Halloween night they still go on a rampage, but instead of Michael killing Corey they work together like a well-oiled machine and end up kidnapping you and bringing you to the sewers with them.

- They break into your house or work or wherever you are. If you are at home they’ll just sneak in and knock you out, but if you are in areas with other people they will rampage and kill everyone there and then knock you out and take you.

- When you wake up you are confused at your surroundings, and you scream at the two towering figures above you, both wearing the same thing. You try to run, and that’s when you realize you aren’t tied up. As you try to flee one of them catch you and bring you back.

- When you break down crying after multiple attempts to run away, thinking you are here to be killed and they’re just toying with you, Michael actually hugs you to his chest with an almost too tight grip.

- Corey comes up behind you and pulls his mask up and tells you that its okay and they aren’t gonna hurt you. You try to demand answers from Corey, but he just kisses your neck and wraps his arms around you too.

- You can’t do anything but shiver as they hold you, the metallic smell of blood filling your senses as Corey keeps kissing your neck and muttering all kinds of things about fate and love and losing you, Michael’s grip steel tight and his eyes unblinking as he stares down at you, almost daring you to run away.

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bjtch-craft · 10 months

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About Me!!

Hi, my name is Wyatt and I'm "new" to writing. I put new in heavy-ass questions because I've been writing stories since elementary school but I've been told I'm pretty good at it so do with that what you will! But I am new to writing fanfiction. I've been reading it for years and decided to dip my toes into this genre! This is also a MLM blog so if you are a woman or fem aligned please don't interact with this page thank you! I'm also a POC so some of my stories might have a slight nod to textured hair and brown skin but I'll almost always try to shy away from doing this! But you can always request a certain race. Anyways happy reading!!!

Fandoms I'll write for

Fear Street

Scream 1996-Present

The Quarry

Slasher Characters such as Brahms, Michael, Jason, Etc

Spider-Man (Any universe)

The White Lotus

Halloween 1978-2022

Stranger Things

American Psycho

What I'll Probably Write About

Fluff (Please request this y'all!!)

Smut (Maybe)

Angst (Definitely)

Characters I'll write for

Chad Meeks-Martin

Danny Bracket

Simon Kalivoda

Nick Goode

Quinn Mossbacher

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Brahms Heelshire

Jacob Custos

Dylan Levinny

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, and Tobey)

Prince Eric (Live action because he to mf fine)

Corey Cunningham

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Jason Carver

Lucas Sinclair

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Patrick Bateman

Miguel O'Hara

This blog is for a male-targeted audience so if you are fem aligned in any way please stay off this page. Thank you!

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thegayspencerreidstan · 1 year

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

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

Sub!Corey Cunningham X Male Reader

Warnings: slight degradation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#male reader #slasher fandom #slasher fucker #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x male reader

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sluttyhusband · 1 year

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Wait! What about Corey during into a dom after his encounter with Michael but he pampers the hell out of you after sex 😌

MHMM

He’s slamming into you, roughly leaving marks in your body. But you don’t mind AT ALL, in fact, you’ve kinda been wanting to see what it would be like if Corey was was more dom and rough so it was absolutely amazing

He’s ramming his cock into you, you’re moaning very loudly for him, and when you cum, you’re cumming so hard and so much. And when he cums it’s like a guttural moan, so loud and rough sounding

And then after, he has you in his arms being like, “was any of that ok? I really hope I didn’t hurt you, you know it’s the last thing I want”

#Corey Cunningham x male reader #Corey Cunningham x chubby male reader #Corey Cunningham x mexican male reader #Corey Cunningham x chubby mexican male reader #male reader #x male reader #chubby male reader #x chubby male reader #mexican male reader #x mexican male reader #chubby mexican male reader #x chubby mexican male reader

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Y/N: “Please, Corey, I can help you stop.

Corey: *Smirks* Oh, Y/N, you really need to have every square inch of your body stabbed with bloody holes don’t you?”

Y/N: *Frowns* “Then show me what you got. And I'll show you why a Strode always survives the boogeyman.”

Corey: *Pulls out a kitchen knife from his belt* “Come to papa, baby.”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #corey cunningham #halloween ends #Y/N Strode #laurie strode #michael myers #halloween franchise #halloween #Corey Cunningham x male reader #rohan campbell #Rohan Campbell x male reader

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corey-wh0re · 1 year

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You've got a sad look in your eyes | Corey Cunningham x Male Reader

A/N – I wanted to meet my own Halloween deadline, but this is my first fic ever, so everybody bear with me. I’ve had such debilitating brain rot for this man ever since I saw the movie that I knew I had to make the leap & try my hand for my fellow mlms out there who feel the same way about Corey. This is for y’all!

Summary – Returning to your hometown for the first time since you went off to college, you pay a visit to your former best friend, who you haven’t seen or spoken to since you left, and try to reconnect with him one chilly October night.

Warnings – 18+, angst, fluff, smut, Dom!Bottom!Reader, Sub!Top!Corey, oral, anal, praise kink? (I just picture Corey as being so emotionally starved, especially after ~the incident~ that he gets turned on by most displays of affection)

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The rumbling of the engine filled the silence as your car sliced down empty Haddonfield streets, past abandoned houses and foreclosed businesses–a constant reminder of that night, the night HE came back. You weren’t there to witness the destruction firsthand. Lucky, everyone said. A gift to be untouched by tragedy. But you still felt it–the loss. It festered like an infected wound, branching out and rotting everything around it.

You didn’t like to think about it too much. Your thoughts were already clouded with the same face haunting you for years. Nearing your destination, your breath caught in your throat even daring to think of him. The unwieldy chestnut curls. The kind caramel eyes. The toothy grin. The psych–you snapped yourself out of it with the shake of your head. You knew you’d lose your nerve and drive past the gate up ahead if you indulged in those thoughts.

Lifting your foot off the gas just so, you let your car cross the well-worn threshold into the Prevo Auto grounds. You weren’t surprised by the easy access. You already knew who preferred to work under the cover of darkness…

–––––––––––––––––––– Exiting your car with cautious movements, you already spotted him at the edge of the garage. He was bent over, tinkering under the hood of a car. Even without seeing his face, you could already tell it was Corey from the set of his shoulders. His fixation on the task was so complete that he hadn’t even noticed your intrusion into his world of metal–just like when you were close. Body thrumming with anticipation the more you closed the distance, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Corey?”

Corey jolted up and around in your direction, narrowly avoiding clipping his head on the hood propped up above him. The surprise only lingered on his features long enough for realization to settle in, tightening his muscles like a vice and dimming the light in his eyes. You saw it immediately–this was no longer the same Corey you used to know.

He looked like he’d been rode hard and left out wet in his filthy denim coveralls and clunky work boots that left him shifting uncomfortably in. Even his ruffled mop of hair and stubbled face indicated somebody who’d given up on their appearance sometime ago.

“What do you want?” Corey asked, looking past you into the carpark beyond as his dirty hands fidgeted at his sides.

You took a step forward; he took a step back. You nodded your head in his direction instead, “I heard you were working here now.”

He nodded back, curtly. “I am.”

Sighing, your breath billowed out in the cold of the night. You pressed on, “Well, I just got home a few days ago and thought I’d stop by–“

“At midnight?” he cut you off, briefly meeting your eyes before making a show of adjusting his glasses.

“I also heard this was the best time to catch you,” you explained, shoving your hands into your pockets. Chancing another step further, you continued, “That you were more comfortable in the dark…alone.”

“It’s easier for work…” he trailed off, pivoting back to the car.

“Easier for you…or for everybody else?”

He stopped midturn, his back tensing at the question. Time ticked sedately along while the silence stretched on between you agonizingly.

You moved within reaching distance so he wouldn’t be able to look away from you again. “Corey, come on. Won’t you just talk to me?”

Corey slammed the hood down on the car and spun on his heels just as you got close enough to see the hurt in his eyes. “Why should I? Where’ve you been?”

Before you could interject, he hurtled over the rest of his words as if they had been lying in wait to explode from his mouth with as much venom as he could muster. ”I haven’t seen or heard from you in years and all of a sudden you just show up wanting everything to be like it used to be, right? Or are you just here to watch the freakshow? Show up and see if what everybody has been saying is true? How am I supposed to just talk to you when you weren’t even here? You’ve been gone all this time. You didn’t even call when I kill–“

With a flurry of blinks, Corey caught himself just short of finishing his sentence. The anger dissipated almost instantaneously from his face.

You stood your ground, stunned, but resolute. You had never seen Corey snap on anybody like that–even during heated arguments in your youth. Deep down, you knew if anybody deserved his fury, it was you.

Corey turned his head away, shrinking from your gaze as if you’d scolded him. Barely discernible over a sharp swell of wind, he muttered, “Just, please…leave.”

For the first time since returning to Haddonfield, you saw Corey–not the old Corey, not the Corey you had fallen in love with, not even the Corey you had heard ugly rumors about around town. You saw the Corey who was flayed alive by unspeakable devastation and didn’t have a hand to help sew him back together. You saw it in his baggy clothes; in the way his lip twitched in despair; the way his shoulders sagged with fatigue. In the still of the October night, he looked like a wounded animal…and it only drew you closer to him.

Extending a hand out to him, you pressed on, “What if I don’t want to leave?”

“Don’t!” Corey jerked away from your touch. He tried pressing himself against the car beside him, but it did little to hide the storm on his face.

You lowered your hands to deescalate his aggravation, sticking as close by his side as he’d allow.

“Don’t what?”

“You know what,” Corey spat, cutting his eyes your way. “I can deal with this shit from everybody else. I’m used to it. But you…”

Corey quickly averted his eyes again, looking anywhere but at your face. At first, you thought he had completely shutdown–then the moonlight reflected the sheen in his eyes.

Your left pinkie crept forward, encircling his right–alongside the silver ring he wore–as a sign of affection. He stiffened at your touch, but didn’t pull away.

“What about me? Tell me what you want to say, Corey.”

He mirrored your question, “What if I don’t want to?”

You offered him a weak smile, still trying your best to comfort him. “Then you’ll never get me to leave.”

His expression shifted, taking on a softer edge without entirely letting his guard down. Nevertheless, he gave you something to ponder, “It’s because you’re you.”

The conversation stilled again, your mind drawing a blank as if those words were meant to explain everything. You squeezed his pinkie for reassurance, “I’m me…I’m still me, and you’re still you, and that hasn’t changed.”

Corey choked back a sob, “But it has.” He paused to steady his voice, and dared to look you directly in the face, “Every night when it got bad…when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore…when I went back to that place…when I went there to…”

He shook his head, letting the implication die on his lips before redirecting, “I thought of you. I always hoped you’d be here, that somehow you’d know, because you were you and we were us. But you never were.”

The tears he’d held at bay fell freely then, unable to be suppressed any longer, “And as much as wanted to…as I’ve tried to hate you, I…can’t–because you’re you. You’re everything to me. You always showed me that I could be something more when nobody else would. So, please–“

You interjected this time, “No.”

“No?” he implored, incredulous.

Fortified by his confession, you let your nerves take over. It was now or never. “No. I know you want me to leave because you think it’d be easier, but it won’t be. You’d feel like shit. I’d feel like shit. We’d both be leaving this place emptier than we came here tonight and I’m not doing that again.”

You closed the remaining gap between you–a hair from your clothes meeting in the middle–till you could smell the oil on his coveralls. “I left you behind and I’ll never not regret it. It was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. I thought you’d be fine without me. I thought I’d be fine without you…I was a dumbass. But, I’m not gonna be the dumbass who makes the same mistake twice.”

You stared intently into Corey’s eyes, pleading to be seen the same way you could see him. You needed him to see.

“You can’t fix me,” was all he could respond with, his expression unreadable.

Without breaking eye contact, you edged your face forward. You caught the flicker of want in Corey’s eyes when you whispered to him, “I don’t want to fix you. I want to be here for you.”

While your pinkie was still entangled with his, you reached your free hand up to caress his cheek.

“Let me be here for you, Corey.”

This time, Corey didn’t resist. He closed his eyes with a labored exhalation, relinquishing the tension in his body and melting into your comforting touch without reservation.

In the peace of the moment, you noticed a halo of moonlight cascading down on Corey from above. It caught the coppery flecks in his messy brown curls and glittered off of his tear-stained cheeks like sun through stained glass. It made him look like an angel.

“After everything, you’re still my beautiful boy.”

From your close proximity to Corey, you felt something suddenly pressing into your body. A wrench crossed your mind briefly before you looked down and saw a tent in the midsection of his coveralls, pronounced even through the layers you could tell he had heaped on to quell the October chill.

Curiosity piqued, you couldn’t help but find yourself aroused at the sight. With the raise of your brow, you leaned into him, teasing, “Beautiful and excited.”

Corey’s eyes snapped open, wildly meeting your eyes before following your line of sight down to his own bulge. You felt his body go rigid as crimson crept up his neck, blossoming all the way to his cheeks.

You brought your hand up to run your fingers through his curls. He shuddered on impact, still frozen in place and unable to utter a sound.

You had no such trouble. Tantalizingly close to Corey’s lips, you purred words of encouragement with a devilish smirk, “If I knew calling you beautiful made you react this way, I would’ve whispered all kinds of things to you to see that sweet look on your face.”

“Bu–wha–I–?” Corey sputtered, managing to get control of his limbs again. He tried to wrestle his hands in between the thin space between your bodies to cover himself. You denied him access, pressing yourself firmly into him until you knew he felt your own hardening length by the involuntary moan he let out.

“Do you always make sounds as pretty as that or am I the first to hear them?”

You could feel him twitch in his pants in response. His eyes widened even larger as a series of indecipherable mumbles escaped his lips. The mounting heat between you left his glasses fogged while he searched for anything that would resemble a word to respond.

Your other hand fingered the zipper on his coveralls, the henley underneath peaking through. You took your precious time pulling it down further, “Do you want me to stop?”

Through parted lips, his breath hit your face in steamy waves of desire. Corey could only manage the shake of his head in his current state.

Your smirk stretched wider, savoring every second that prolonged the night’s inevitable events. He already looked ruined before you’d even properly touched him.

“Use your words, Corey. Tell me what you want.”

Eyes flashing impatiently and desperate for friction, Corey tried to rut into you. You pulled yourself away just enough to deny him that pleasure, leaving him to release a pathetic whine that went straight to your dick.

A few inches shy of fully unzipping him, you nudged him along, “Show me how much you want it, Corey. Show me what I do to you.”

Corey didn’t have to be told again. He threw his arms around you, yanking your body into his with an insatiable crash of his lips. You followed his lead eagerly, reciprocating his sloppy kisses and letting him pull you down with him onto the hood of the car.

Straddling him, you felt him moan into your mouth and his clumsy fingers reach under your shirt, exploring you. He gripped onto your skin like a life preserver, touching anything he could find. Your waist. Your back. Your chest. It didn’t matter as long as you were the one he was touching.

You pulled your mouth away, coming up for air. Corey hugged you tighter to himself as if you were going to leave him.

“Don’t,” Corey managed to croak out. “Please don’t stop.”

“I don’t intend to.”

You reached down between your bodies, tugging his zipper the rest of the way. He shivered beneath you as you slipped your hand past the band of his oversized jeans and into the straining fabric of his briefs, taking hold of his thick member. He became pliant in your hand, his arms falling beside him as he gave into your massaging touch.

You climbed down his body back off of the hood. Never halting your movements, you pulled his jeans and underwear down with your free hand, leaving his dick–and your hand–sticking out through the opening in his coveralls.

“Look at you. So fucked out. So pretty for me.”

Corey gasped as his cock hit the night air, twitching in your hand at the praise. It was even larger than it felt, already gorged and leaking with an angry, swollen tip tilting upward and a mass of unkempt fur surrounding his shaft. Bruised lips panting and glasses precariously askew on his nose, he watched you through heavy-lidded eyes as you dipped down.

You inhaled his cock into your mouth, burying your face to the hilt in his bush and letting his natural aroma overtake your senses. Straining in your pants while you hungrily swallowed him, you hurriedly tugged your own jeans and boxers down to free your length from its confines. You fisted your own manhood with fervor, chasing relief as Corey’s moans grew pornographically loud and he covered his hot face with his hands.

With a pop, you pulled off of his member. Corey whimpered in frustration at the loss of your wetness, running shaky hands through his curls and unsuccessfully trying to push them out of his scarlet face.

“Keep making those sounds for me, baby. We’re not done yet.”

Toeing out of your shoes, you shoved your jeans and boxers down to your ankles, leaving them behind on the cement floor. Dumbstruck, Corey could only stare as you remounted him, bottom half bare and dick swinging as you moved. Steadily squatting down, you positioned your hole above his slick cock.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” You punctuated your question with a stroke, emphasizing your experience to him.

Corey nodded passionately, breathing heavily in preparation. Sinking down, you moaned in tandem with him as his tip slipped beyond your threshold. You felt your walls stretch the deeper you descended, bending your legs at his sides and feeling every inch of him fill you up.

He tried covering his face again, but you took his hands in yours. “Don’t. I wanna see you.” Even with your walls swallowing his dick, you could still feel him twitch in you.

That’s when you started to move, bringing your hips up and down and keeping yourself steady with Corey’s hands. Skin slapping and grunts pouring from your open mouths, you rode him like your life depended on it. You watched each other in your movements, losing each other completely to the feeling and sharing hurried kisses without missing a beat.

Blissed out, “Fuck, Corey,” involuntarily slipped past your lips. As soon as it did, you noticed his eyes darken and knew you’d unlocked that final door in Corey’s repressed subconscious.

Corey sat up suddenly to meet your chest. He held you in place with one arm and lifted your shirt up over your head with the other before thrusting in time with your pumps. The change in pace caught you off guard, leaving you huffing while Corey furiously abused your hole with harsh smacks. He had given himself completely to pleasure and the fire burning between you was going to take you over the edge.

Corey animalistically buried his face into your body, breathing in your scent and peppering your chest with greedy kisses. You could feel his grip tightening on your back as he pressed harder into your body, trapping your cock in a flesh prison you pistoned up with while he pummeled you walls.

Sensing you were both on the precipice, you blurted out as much praise that would come to you in your state, “Come on. That’s right. You’re so good. Such a good boy for me, Corey.”

A flash of the old Corey came over him, nodding obediently with a frenzied moan louder than any sound he had made all night. It sent you tumbling over the edge, your climax bringing stars to your eyes as your cock painted his shirt in white with load after load spurting out. Just then, you felt Corey’s own release shoot deep into you. His pretty mouth hung ajar, tremors racking his body while his thrusts slowed.

You wrapped your arms carefully around him and rested your sweaty forehead against his, slowing your breathing. Corey stayed inside you, but you felt him pulling away, as if he were conflicted on the sex you just had.

You gave him a quick peck to bring him back to you, “Hey don’t retreat in there. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere…literally. You’re still inside me.”

That managed to draw a smile from him. His first smile of the night. You brushed his hair out of his face, reciprocating it.

Bringing himself to not turn away for once, he confessed, “You were my first.”

You brought your lips together, ignoring the mess, the state of undress, and the tumultuous feelings between you. You were here for him and that was never gonna change again.

“I can be your always.”

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x male reader #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #x male reader #angst #fluff #smut #male reader #halloween ends #rohan campbell #rohan campbell x male reader #rohan campbell x reader #in case anyone is curious #yes the gif is mine

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xyilous · 1 year

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very not good mentally so self medicating with the comfort character of the month

didn’t really know how to start this so apologizes if the beginning is weird 💀💀

gn reader, can be platonic or romantic

cw for depression, poor mental health, intrusive thoughts (one mention of eating/food), suicide mention, depression room based off personal experience

if anyone tries to insult people with mental health or say it shouldn’t get that bad, you will be blocked

shit took me like 3 days

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Ding dong!

A loud chime rippled through the house, letting you know someone was at your door. Everything already feels so heavy, there’s no energy left to converse with another being. It took so much will power to pry your exhausted body out of bed, the surround mess and clutter feeling like a mockery of your poor mental state. The steps felt so cold on the way to the front door but weren’t enough to clear the fog, there was a haze throughout the world that made it so hard to think, everything just moved in a blur. Once the doorknob met your palm, you paused for a moment in hopes of somehow willing away whoever chose to ring the doorbell. With a twist the door creeped its way open with a low groan, revealing an old friend, Corey.

There was a mutual bond between the two of you, back when you guys where younger he’d come to your house during the later hours of the night to vent about how his mom is relentless about controlling him. Recollections of the things she’d say were shared early in the morning, up until he had to run back home before she woke up. Some nights you’d share as well, talking about how your brain chose to torture you for the week or how you’ve noticed it’s getting harder to find joy in your favorite hobbies. After the accident, he learned just how debilitating depression can be and tried to be even more gentle with you when he picks up on you getting worse.

It took him a moment to look up from his phone, when he did he jumped a little bit, not expecting to see you since he didn’t hear the door open. He started with a big grin but once he took in your disheveled appearance his face softened, still smiling but with a sorrowful look to his eyes.

“Hey! You’ve not been as cheery lately, I came to check on you.” As he spoke, he turned the screen on his handheld device towards you, showing how your side would be short and flat, a strong contrast compared to your usual tone. Words didn’t come to you as fast as you’d hoped, the only thing you go out was a muttered apology before you drew back a little bit, trying to hide in your doorway.

“No no don’t be!! I was just worried about you, I know you can have your bad moments and I didn’t want you to feel stranded. Can i come in?”

The question made your stomach drop, quickly remembering all the mess that was strewn around your house’s floor and shelves. You felt embarrassed over it, hyper aware of the rotten bowls and plates of food that sat too long, the pile of dirty laundry sitting in the bathroom that was a bit bigger than you’d expect, especially considering showering has been too energy consuming.

“I don’t think you want to, it’s a disaster. Haven’t really been able to pick up and it,, it’s not great.” Corey’s face dropped a little more, slowly processing that you’ve been a bit worse than he thought. Your eyes were avoiding him like the plague, terrified of seeing him draw his face up and scowl at you for being unhygienic, but that was the last thing on his mind. A silence hung in the air, before his voice edged its way through.

“That’s ok, I’ll clean up for you, if it’d make you feel better. Might help to freshen up the place some.” He was calm, caring even. Finally being able to look his way, a welcoming smile taking place on his cheeks. It was nerve wracking, the help was practically needed but you should be able to clean your own house shouldn’t you? At the same time it felt so hard, simply taking a plate to the kitchen took so much effort, even if it was such a small task.

“I don’t know, you shouldn’t have to take care of a grown adult.”

“I don’t have to. I want to. I wouldn’t have offered if it was something I didn’t want to do.” Corey set his hand down on your shoulder, not paying any mind to your filthy shirt. His thumb rubbed on your shoulder, trying to reassure you that he doesn’t mind while not wanting to talk too much and overwhelm you. Once he got you to reluctantly agree, he gently ran his hand down your arm until it met your own and led you inside.

It took him a moment to figure out where he wanted to start, eventually choosing your main bedroom to get the worst of it over and done with. Grabbing a couple garbage bags and a bottle of water for each of you, the two of you made your way back up the flight of stairs.

It felt like ages, you had to fight the urge to turn him around and send him back home multiple times, scared that he’s eventually going to find you as disgusting as a rat in new york. It was scary, in movies or online it’s always the mild symptoms, you never see how bad it gets. And if you dare to show the severity of it? You’ll be shamed off the internet.

Having someone from outside see the chaos festering inside of your living area made you somehow feel even smaller, you practically folded in on yourself to try and hide in your own arms. It was humiliating, even if you knew Corey understood you could feel him get grossed out the more and more you stood there.

“Would you mind sitting in the chair for a bit? I’m gonna switch out your sheets and pop your blankets and pillowcases in the washer. I’ll take these dishes down there while I’m at it.” If he was grossed out he did his best to make it obvious. Some of those said dishes had unfinished food fusing to them, they weren’t meant to sit for so long but every time you told yourself you were gonna take them down there they’d sit for another day. Corey walked over to your dresser and pulled out a solid colored fitted sheet from the bottom drawer before turning back to your crumb coated bed. The old sheet came off with ease, the second one effortlessly replacing it.

“I’m sorry there’s so much, you really don’t have to do all this-“ He stood up from adjusting the final corner, ditching the grimey sheet into a slightly over flowing laundry basket in the room. The rest of the bedding was already in there, as well as whatever clothes sat in the floor.

“I insisted. I’m not gonna tell you I’ll clean just to make you do it.” Sympathetic eyes met your face, really taking in just how tired you look. Darkened eyes with matching bags underneath, knotted hair lazily splayed across your face, you look absolutely exhausted, and felt twice as bad. You shouldn’t be so drained, you’ve done nothing worth being drained, but you can’t help it no matter how hard you try. It’s always a battle in your head, but there’s times like these where all you can do is let the enemy attack because you’ve gotten so tired of fending it off. A barely noticeable frown was on his face as Corey took your appearance in, he felt bad that it got so bad and he didn’t step in sooner. In all honesty he wanted to, but he also wanted to give you any needed space. Growing up he never got the love he needed, after the accident with Jeremy he needed even more but never got it, in turn all he wants is to comfort and help other people so they maybe don’t feel as helpless as he did. He wants people to get the care the need, whether it’s a clean house or someone to simply be there. Another silence settled between the two of you, just a small moment to take what’s happening in. A growl coming from your stomach broke both of you out of your own heads, prompting Corey to open his mouth again.

“Have you eaten today?” You haven’t, it’s nearly 3 and you haven’t had a single thing to eat, not much to drink either (apart from a couple sips from the water Corey grabbed).

“I don’t think I have actually.” Although your stomach practically roared, no appetite was there. Sure you could eat, but you didn’t bother feeding yourself since you just didn’t feel hungry.

“Is there anything you want in particular? I can make anything that you ask for!! Can even order from a restaurant, I’ll pay.” Patient as ever, he stood there and listened intently to what you felt like you could stomach, making a mental note to get a little extra since you probably haven’t eaten much proper food lately. To kill some time, Corey disposed of bits of garbage in one of the bags he brought up and took the laundry and old dishes downstairs and to their respective areas. The crusty blankets were tossed into the washer so they’d be done as fast as possible and you could get to a clean bed. It didn’t take long for lunch to arrive, before making his way back up the steps he quickly thanked the delivery man and snagged the fast food. Probably not the most ideal meal, but it’s better than a single package of crackers.

Eating went by a lot easier with him, he acted a little goofier than usual and talked your head off, anything to keep your attention away from the misery that danced around in your head. Even going as far as acting out stories to make you laugh, he’d throw his arms out wide and puff his chest out to make him appear like some brave hero, he wanted you to feel better and was willing to be a complete fool to accomplish it. It was endearing to know someone cared that much for you. By the time his story was over, your food was gone apart from a couple fries. To an outsider that wouldn’t be abnormal, but as of late eating has been so taxing, it felt like 100 pound weights were strapped to your wrists and prevented you from taking more than a couple bites. Corey noticed as well, a proud look on his face as you ditched your wrappers into the garbage bag. He started picking up again as he finished off the last bites of his burger, since most of the bigger pieces of trash were disposed of he made his way into the hallway to fetch the vacuum from the storage closet.

“You wanna step out before I start this? I know that the sound can be a bit much.” The question wasn’t expected, it’s such a mundane task that people usually get upset if you show any discomfort for it, but he was concerned about something as simple as a loud noise making you uncomfortable.

“I think I’ll be ok, but thanks for asking.” Your words came out softer than you expected, almost airy. Receiving help feels so foreign, you tried to avoid accepting offers due to it feeling like a chore or burden to them, there’s been times where they would pity or even shame you for letting it get so bad. You didn’t mean to, you did your best but so often your best simply wasn’t enough.

Stepping on the pedal, the vacuum roared to life and Corey immediately got to getting little bits and pieces out of the floor. Slightly rushed, but still thorough to be sure all the crumbs are gone. Your hands covered your ears as your legs got pulled to your chest and out of the floor to allow him access under the chair. When the main floor was cleared, he adjusted the settings until the smaller tube on the side started started sucking as he kneeled to get along the edge of your bed frame. By the time everything was said and done, the washer dinged downstairs, signaling your bedding is now clean. The chime made you jump a little, both of you nearly forgetting Corey even started it. Grabbing the handle of the vacuum, he let you know he was going to switch your blankets to the dryer before he trekked down to the laundry room. In the short time he was gone, your thoughts turned sour. He said he wanted to help and he looked like he meant it, but what if it’s because he pitied you? What if he didn’t want to be around someone who would make his reputation even worse?? You wasted his money on food too, you didn’t need that. He was here because he knew you couldn’t even take care of your self. Yeah, that’s it. He didn’t want to be around a slob so he wanted to fix it-

“Are you alright??” You got so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice that he returned. All you could muster up was a half assed hum, hardly acknowledging that Corey anything. His worry was incredibly evident on his face, his eyebrows were twisted upwards with his lips ever so slightly agape. Not even 5 minutes passed while he was gone, but you looked so lifeless by the time he walked back through the doorway. Even after the initial shock wore off, concern was still etched into his features, it was the first time he’s seen you in weeks and now you look like an empty husk of your happy self.

Corey strode over to you carefully, as if you were a scared animal about to bolt, just to scoop you into his arms. It was tighter than either of you expected, one arm was wrapped around your back while the other’s hand held your head close to his warm chest. All of him enveloped you and held on as if you were going to fade away at any moment, even his head was pressed against your own, anything to keep you grounded.

It was startling, every part of you froze in place. Part of your mind screamed at you to pry your way out of his grip while the other side begged you to take as much as you could, to accept the comfort you so desperately sought after. Your arms moved slowly at first, so slow you weren’t sure you were even moving, creeping their way up his well worn sweater. When your body fully caught up to what was happening, you couldn’t stop your fingers from clawing at the the knot fabric and holding on for dear life. Everything was so much, your face starting to burn as your eyes began to water. This isn’t real, it can’t be, it’s not right. You’ve done nothing to deserve this but you want it so badly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His words were hushed, barely audible, if he wasn’t so close you wouldn’t have heard them. Mixed emotions laced his voice, sorrow and sympathy with a bit of fear laced in, he was overwhelmed with anxiety over your well-being and seeing you somehow drop even more made him get panic. Depression can be devastating, it’s claimed countless lives of people who just couldn’t fight it anymore, he didn’t want to hear about your untimely death in the news.

Your entire body tensed at the question, your brain froze up and refused to conjure up any form of a reply, not even a small noise to let him know you heard him. Fat tears stung your eyes, it was all so intense and so sudden that all you could do was stand there as they slipped down your cheeks. Both of you had a small shake to each of your hands, yours only getting worse as you clung to his shirt tighter and tighter. It hurt, beyond the lump in your throat and the growing headache you couldn’t fathom someone genuinely caring so much to ignore your unclean state and just hold you. No comments about your greasy skin or your week old sweatpants, no insults about how you can’t take care of yourself or let it get so bad. Corey was simply there for you, no strings attached.

Minutes passed, neither of you made an effort to move away until your shaking subdued and you stopped sniffling. He was the one to move back, just enough to have room to properly look at your flushed face, to ask about doing something to make you feel better.

“How about a movie? Since your stuff is still in the dryer we can crash downstairs. Your pick, it can even be horror if that’s what you want.” You’ve seen plenty of shows and series since you started losing interest in anything else, but it would be nice to watch something with someone.

“I’m so gross right now though. I’ve not showered in like a week, wouldn’t you want to wait a bit?” Avoiding eye contact for yet another time today, you admitted that you’ve not been keeping up with hygiene. You felt disgusting over it, it’s not like you meant to let it go but it was just so hard to find the energy to take the time to clean yourself.

“It doesn’t bother me, I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I’m willing to wait a little bit if you want to shower though.” You almost immediately decided to shower, wanting to get clean as soon as possible, especially after hugging him. Somehow you didn’t leave a grease stain on his sweater, as thankful as you are.

It took a little longer for you to shower, wanting to take a little extra time to ensure you cleaned the old grime off of your skin, by the time you finished it was nearing sunset, curse the fall for looking so beautiful yet cutting your days so short.

Corey was waiting downstairs with the throw blanket tugged from the back of the couch, a big bowl of fresh buttery popcorn sitting in his lap. The whole scene felt so inviting, the controller for the gaming console was resting in his hands, a glance to the tv screen showing that he’s already started exploring some streaming app. When he took notice of your presence, he held up one end of the blanket to welcome you next to him, making sure you both had ample cover. Somehow he broke through his awkwardness to go above and beyond to make you feel better, even just for a few hours. As clingy as mental illness could be, he managed to chip as much as he could from you with a limited skill set. It was agony watching someone he’s so close to struggle to keep themselves alive, as long as he could ease that burden he was going to try. In a sense he admired your ability to keep going, especially considering that your brain is trying with all it’s might to get you to cave in, he looked up to your strength for carrying on even with people looking down their noses at you.

After shuffling through through more categories and apps than you wanted to, you ended up settling on a somewhat outdated slasher film, it was an early 2000s remake that was trying so hard to be edgy that it ended up being a bit goofy, wasn’t the best but it was something to laugh at. As it passed you relaxed a bit, eventually readjusting to where you were wore or less splayed across Corey’s legs, he didn’t seem to mind, even holding up the blanket to keep you from getting yourself too tangled. Though slightly uncomfortable considering bones, it was nice to be able to just relax. Even if most of your time was spent wallowing around in your own dead skin cells, there was always that guilt following you around over not doing anything. This was different, that said guilt wasn’t screaming in your ears and telling you the worst things. It was quiet, you could listen to the movie and Corey’s quirky little rambles, there wasn’t near as much fog clouding all of your thoughts and it just felt so peaceful.

Eventually the film ended, another quickly coming on right after, but it wasn’t as easy to pay attention. Questions danced around in your head, it felt awkward to ask but you needed to know.

“Why did you help me? Wouldn’t have been better if you just,, did something else? Like go to a park or to some restaurant.” When there wasn’t an immediate response you tensed, immediately thinking you made a mistake and should’ve already been fine with what happened, but before you could tell him to ignore it he gave you what you wanted.

“Well, I was worried about you. And when I saw that you weren’t doing too hot I decided to help. I’ve known you for ages, if you broke your arm I wouldn’t just abandon you with it.”

“But I didn’t break my arm, a broken arm feels serious and is something that very obviously needs help.” By now you’ve turned to where you’re facing him halfway, the movie completely forgotten. Corey looked a bit confused, taking another moment to think out his words carefully before just spewing out something that you’ve already heard.

“Think about it this way, if you had a cold, runny nose and all, I still wouldn’t leave you to deal with it by yourself. Sure, you’re fully capable of recovering by yourself, but I’m not just gonna take your word for it and let you handle it the hard way. I can get your medicine for you and make you food that’ll help you recover.” As he spoke he rubbed your back reassuringly, trying to get you to understand.

“You’re sick, regardless of if you have or don’t have symptoms like a cough or upset stomach. You deserve help, even if it’s in your head.”

That’s new. Usually people bombard you with remarks about how it’s all in your head and that you’re making it up, either that or they’ll make it a huge over exaggerated sob story about how it’s so horrible. Yes, without a doubt it’s awful but the dramatization of it makes it feel like you’re feeding into it too much. You never hear it just be accepted like any other issue, especially if it’s treated like a genuine illness, even if it’s in the name. Growing up your mental illnesses were constantly dismissed, you were always written off as attention seeking or lazy, now that someone took it seriously you’re rendered speechless. You probably look like an ass, you’ve yet to respond, instead delving into your head to try and process what you’ve heard.

“Are you alright?” Those are the same words he asked you hours ago, this time lacking their frantic tone. You didn’t feel as frozen, just nodding as you continue to replay the words in your head, making sure that’s what he said.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t much, but it was all you could mutter out. Corey was appreciated, of course he was, but you didn’t know how to articulate what you were thinking. A sliver of you doubted him, fearing that he heard it in some video and he’s just repeating it, but you know him, you know how he is and you know that moments like these are genuine, even if his words were up-cycled movie quotes.

“Of course, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Okay mind reader.

“I care about you, I really do. Please, if it ever gets that bad again, call me, yeah? You don’t even have to, just get ahold of me somehow. I’m not going to let you just wither away on me.” Pulling you back down to him, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug yet again, using the grip to punctuate his words.

“I’ll try to, no promises though.” That was all he needed, anything close to a yes would work for him. Even if the way you spoke showed your tiredness, you still had a resemblance of a grin on your cheeks to show your sincerity.

“When this wraps up I’ll make your bed and spend the night, how’s that sound?”

“If you insist, I won’t complain.”

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spicyspiders · 1 year

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how to patch a tire 101

I haven’t even seen any of the latest Halloween movies, but Corey Cunningham just does something to me.

Warning for smut and role play between reader and Corey. Corey works at a junkyard with his stepdad which kinda means he’s a mechanic right??

“Sir?” The man asked from the counter. It made you jump, you hadn’t even heard him come back in from outside. When you looked up from your phone, he continued, “your car is done.”

“How much?” You asked when you stepped up to the counter.

He glanced down at the sheet he was holding, “one hundred,” he said after looking up.

“I thought it was just a tire patch?” You asked, hoping your voice didn’t display your shock.

“I had to just replace it. That on top of the rotation that I had to do, it’s one hundred dollars.”

“I don’t have one hundred dollars,” you told the man quietly.

The man looked at you, an unimpressed look on his face. His fingers closed in on the paper he was holding, and the crinkle of it rang in your ears.

“Please,” you whispered, “I need my car back.”

The man looked at you for another moment. His cold brown eyes stared into yours until they glanced down to your mouth and then back up to your eyes. The right side of his mouth curled into a smirk before quickly dropping, “come with me,” the man said. Before turning, he grabbed your key from the desk in front of him and stuck it in his pocket.

You followed him through the back of the shop, into what you guessed was the break room. You could feel your hands shaking as you stepped into the room and watched as the man grabbed a chair and placed it close in front of you.

“Get on your knees,” he said. Your eyes widened, guessing what the man wanted when he sat down and spread his legs, “you want your car back don’t you?” He asked.

Even when you clenched your hands tightly, that did little to quell the shaking. This up close, between his legs, you could smell the man in front of you. It wasn’t unpleasant, hints of cologne and body wash were what you could mainly smell. You were kind of surprised you couldn’t smell a new car smell, given the place where he worked at.

You could see a slight bulge in his dark pants, and when the man reached one of his hands down to rub at it, it only grew larger. “You’ve got thirty minutes until my boss gets back. If you make me come, I’ll give you your keys back, no charge.” He pulled his hand away when he was done talking to look down at you.

With shaky hands, you unclasped his belt and pants, the zipper, like the crinkle of the paper at the desk, rang loud in your ears. Still no new car smell, but the scent of musk had a familiarity to it that almost felt comforting in the nerve-racking situation.

The man’s cock felt hot and heavy in your hand when you wrapped your fingers around it. You could feel it pulse as you gave it a few quick pumps until it reached full hardness. When you pulled your hand off and glanced up at the man, you found that he was already watching you will half-lidded eyes.

The look made something warm stir in your gut.

You could only hope to ignore it and occupy yourself with what was in front of you. It turned out though, the feeling would only grow warmed when you could hear the man’s gasp when you leaned down to lick at the head of his cock. You could hear the sound of the man’s fingers digging into the sides of the chair as you fully took the head in your mouth.

It started off easy. It only took a few drags down for the man’s cock to get coated in your spit, making the slide down all the easier. Your hand wrapped around what you couldn’t take, only going low enough to where your lips would come in contact with your stretched lips.

It was too easy though. Easy enough for you to get lost in the rhythm until the stirring in your gut had turned into a full-blown warmth that had spread through your body and made your cock harden in your own pants. The noises the man above you made didn’t help, little groans and low moans. Even tiny little whimpers.

The man took advantage of it when you had reached your limit and just had to take your hand on his cock away to place it on your own. Though you were touching yourself through the layers of your pants and underwear, it was just enough to satisfy for a quick moment. One of the man’s hands left from where it was tightly clinched in the arm of the chair to the top of your head to press you down.

He kept pressing you down, down further from where your hand was previously letting you go. You gagged around his cock, but that didn’t stop the man, only egged him on. “Fuck, that’s it,” the man moaned as your throat convulsed around his cock. He held you there until tears leaked from your closed eyes and your other hand had wrapped itself tightly around his ankle.

When he let you up, you immediately pulled off and gasped for air. You looked up at the man through your wet lashes. You wanted to feel angry, but all of it melted into arousal when you saw the blissed out smile on his face.

“Keep that mouth open,” he commanded. The man wrapped a hand around himself and in a few short strokes was finishing all over your face in messy spurts. “Good boy,” he said as you kept your mouth open and let a few of the strands of his spend land on your tongue. “C’mere,” he pulled you up into his lap.

Corey pulled you into a deep kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth to taste himself on your tongue. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered when he pulled back from the kiss.

“I did good?” You asked.

You never thought a cheesy porn scenario that Corey sent to you one day and told you that he wanted to try and role play would get you so hot and bothered, but here you were.

“So fucking good,” Corey said. He smiled at you, full of teeth and edge before he pulled you back into another kiss. He swallowed your moan with his tongue as he cupped you through your pants, and pressed the meat of his palm into just right to make you cant your hips forward over and over.

“What about your dad?” You asked when you pulled away from the kiss.

“He won’t be back for another hour,” Corey said, “I’ve got plenty of time to take care of you,” and he kissed you again. It was full of promise, a promise of what was to come in the next hour. By now you knew how serious Corey always was when it meant to you being fucked out and satisfied.

#x male reader #x male reader smut #corey cunningham x male reader #corey cunningham x male reader smut

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luna-charlie · 1 year

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Slashers : *literally a blood thirst killer

Us: I think you need a hug + kisses

Slashers:*confused slasher noise*

#slasher community #slashers #slasher fandom #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax #brahms the boy #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bubba saywer x reader #michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x male reader #corey cunningham x reader #slashers x y/n

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monsterinmyboxers · 2 years

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author’s note. phone glitched out n deleted the ask, but as always, your wish is my command. :)

warnings. fingering, praise, popping corey's cherry.

corey cunningham is quiet.

always has been, even before the accident when he earned himself a shitty reputation.

but, you knew how loud he could get.

hell, everyone would know if you weren't smart enough to muffle him.

which you were doing now, covering his mouth as he sobbed. you had three fingers inside him, stretching and spreading his hole open. you've fingered him plenty of times, but never has it led to anything more.

and you thought this time would be the same as the others; once corey had come at least two times, you'd pull your fingers away.

“you were so good, so good f' me.” you were about to fall into your usual routine, until corey whimpered your name.

“hm? what is it, baby?” he would let out a shaky breath, looking at anything but you. “i'm, ready. i want you. all, of you..” your eyes would widen, quickly asking if he was sure, which he responded just as fast. “please.”

with your lower lip caught between your teeth, you'd undress yourself. corey clung to you the entire time, so it was difficult, yet didn't take too much time.

he was excited, frantic little mumbles coming from him as his nails dug into your back.

with some struggle, you bottomed out inside him, while his legs shook. he was crying, as your lips kissed his tears away. “mm, move..”

your pace was quick, but considerate, knowing this was his first time taking something your size inside him. he would whine, moan, whimper and wail. yet, you would soon muffle him, having him gargle around your thick fingers.

the session wasn't long, corey coming all over his stomach the second your cockhead found his prostate.

once again, you thought you were done, until he whispered hoarsely. “..again?”

#drabbles by jj #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x male reader #halloween ends #top male reader #dom male reader

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Kinktober day 14

Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers + Masks

Ayo Halloween ends spoilers galore, don’t read if you don’t want it spoiled.

After watching the movie, I wanted to be destroyed by these two, so enjoy. This is mainly Corey, but Michaels there too.

Kinktober list

Tw for blood and other slasher stuff.

Corey Cunningham had always been a very softspoken and shy person, someone people at school always referred to as a nerd or outcast, but that had never mattered much to Corey growing up, since he had his best friend (Y/N). Even after the accident that made Corey an outcast for real, (Y/N) was the only one who stuck with Corey and supported him, ignoring how the town turned not just on Corey but (Y/N) for being his friend.

Years passed and Corey and (Y/N) were still treated as outcasts, the second male not as much as Corey though. (Y/N) had many times been told to stay away from “that psycho freak”, which always made the man angry and had even caused a couple of fights. There had even been people who tried to target Corey and hurt him, but his friend would regularly step in and do the fighting for him. This would result in Corey having to sneak (Y/N) past his mom and up into his room where he would clean the other man up and wrap his bruises and cuts.

It was during these years that Corey fell in love with (Y/N), but he never acted on it. It stemmed not only from his shame of being in love with his best friend, but also the desperate fear or losing him if he ever did tell him, so Corey accepted he would just have to settle with one sided love to keep his friend in his life.

Corey knew there was a dark part of himself that had grown possessive of (Y/N), dark thoughts hissing and spitting about murder and death when anyone dared get too close to the man he loved. The isolation from the town only made these thoughts worse for Corey, making him tense and awkward most of the time which caused (Y/N) to worry. (Y/N) thought his friend may be pulling away because of shame and guilt, so (Y/N) resorted to hugging Corey and staying as close to him as possible, which by extension only made Coreys crush worse.

As time passes Corey doesn’t fall in love with Allyson, but still stumbles across Michael and they set up somewhat of a partnership. As murders start happening all over town like it does every Halloween, you don’t worry much, just settling down in your living room with some snacks and watching your favorite scary movies. Little did you know but Corey and Michael had been running around town, the younger man specifically targeting the people who had tried to get between the two of you or drive you away from him. Michael was a little interested in why Corey was going after these people specifically, but the older killer didn’t care much, as long as he got to kill.

As panic spread across town as murders more violent than any since Michael’s “death” cropped up, people found mauled and gutted and unrecognizable. You didn’t know any of this was happening though, lazing around in a tank top and your boxers on the foldout sofa you had in your Livingroom, half asleep and munching away at a handful of popcorn. You phone buzzed every now and then, but you couldn’t be bothered to check, knowing that if it was Corey, since you had a special ringtone set up for him.

At some point you fell asleep, your bowl of popcorn almost spilling all over the folded-out couch and blankets you had set up, one arm around the bowl and one up your tank top, drawing it up far enough to show your stomach and the underside of your pecks, one of your nipples flashed to the world. The screen in front of you had booted up the next horror movie on your cue list, fake screams playing at a low volume as whatever slasher killed whatever victim.

Corey adjusted the mask he was wearing, the mask being an almost copy of Michaels except it wasn’t as old or broken. He was giddy as he panted, stalking through your backyard, Michael not far behind him. Corey could feel something other than excitement though, he was incredibly aroused after all the murder, the blood splattered all over his front from his hands to his arms, down his torso and the front of his pants. As they got to your backdoor he turned to Michael and told him they couldn’t kill or hurt you, as you meant too much to Corey.

Michael huffed softly at the order, but decided to go along with it for now, he could just kill you later if it got annoying. They didn’t even have to break in through windows or break locks, as Corey had his own key to your place that you had given him after you had gotten your own house, letting him know he was always welcome. It was dark as they stepped inside, and Corey was audible panting behind his mask, the rubber growing somewhat uncomfortable as his breath made the inside moist and warm.

The only light source seemed to be from the Livingroom, and as the two killers stepped inside, they heard the fake screams and saw the movie playing on the screen. Moving around the couch they stood on either side of the pullout, each staring down on your sleeping form as you drooled onto your own chest where your chin was rested. Michael tilted his head in interest at your almost revealing sleeping form, as Coreys panting grew louder and he reached down to adjust his length, clutching his knife tightly in his other hand.

You kept on sleeping oblivious to the two masked men staring down at you, both with different kinds of wants in their eyes, but both wanting to devour you in some way. You first woke up when you felt something heavy settle down on top of your abdomen, the breath being pressed out of your chest as you groggily opened your eyes, blinking them a few times to focus and take in the form above you.

Before climbing on top of you, Corey had pulled off the blue overalls he had been wearing and thrown the knife off to the side. His hands were still covered in dry blood and the white mask had multiple splatters, the sight not really hitting you as you laid there staring in sleepy confusion at the man above you. Coreys chest was rising and lowering at a quick pace as he reached down, cupping your pecks and fondling them, drawing a sleep moan from your lips.

When it clicked for you that this wasn’t a dream you tried to sit up or move, but you were pushed back down, the man above you telling you to take it easy. That’s when it clicked, you knew that voice. “Corey?” you asked, voice still thick from sleep as the man, who you now knew was your friend, rolled his hips against your lower stomach. “What are you doing?” you groggily ask, reaching down to grab at his hips as he dragged his erection across your stomach.

In the darkness you didn’t notice Michael standing off to the side, or the blood staining Coreys being. “What’s with the mask?” you chuckle, reaching up to pull it off him as you wanted to see his face, your own length twitching with interest and slowly hardening. When you reached for the mask a second pair of hands shot forward and ripped your hands above your head and pinning them there, the action drawing a shocked cry from your lips as you were ripped fully awake. Turning your head, you stared up at Michael who had moved to stand behind the couch, holding your arms down as the dark eyes of his mask seemed to bore right into your soul.

You tried to find words, to question Corey on what the hell was going on, but that was all for nothing as he reached behind him and ripped your boxers down your thighs with surprising strength and desperation. You still weren’t really sure who Coreys tall friend was, but at the moment you didn’t really care as you felt your hard length hit the cold air, the change of temperature drawing a small hiss from your lips.

You could only watch with confused interest as Corey pushed to his knees, making quick work of getting his pants and boxers down, shoving some fingers up under his mask and apparently sucking on them, at least that’s what you thought he was doing by the wet noises you could hear. A small groan left you as you watched him remove the fingers, the spit glistening in the light from the tv screen as he moved the hand behind himself and pressing two fingers in at once.

Michael tilted his head in the other direction as he watched Corey suck on his fingers, and being slightly curious he moved your wrists into one hand and pressed his own rough fingers against your lips. Looked up at the older man you raised a brow, but parted your lips and let him press them inside and down against your tongue, scrunching your nose at the metallic taste that met your tastebuds, maybe this guy was one of Coreys coworkers at the scrapyard.

When Corey couldn’t wait any more, he rubbed that little spit was left on your cock and quickly sank down on it, giving himself little to no time to adjust before he started moving, drawing a moan out of the both of you. As you moaned Michael pressed his fingers deeper into your mouth, amused when you gagged as he jabbed the back of your throat. As Corey rode you, he could feel his mask grow more and more uncomfortable, so at some point he reached up and ripped it off and throwing it to the floor near where he had dumped his clothes earlier.

Corey couldn’t suppress the loud moans that bubbled inside him, the knowledge that he finally had you after all this time, that you were inside him and from your noises you were enjoying it. You kept sucking on Michaels fingers, trying your best not to gag on them as he seemed to take delight in wriggling them around in different ways and seeing your reactions. At the same time, you tried to thrust your hips up into Corey, who moaned in delight and met your movements with his own.

As you grew closer you tried to mumble it around Michaels fingers, but he just pressed another finger into your mouth and rubbed them across the roof of your mouth before roughly jabbing them further inside, causing you to gag once again. Your moans grew more desperate the closer you got, and Corey seemed to pick up on what it meant as he reached between his legs and started jerking himself off, wanting to finish with you when the time was right.

When you finally came your entire body tightened, your hips giving a hard thrust upwards as you moaned around Michaels fingers, white spilling inside Corey who dreamily sighed at the feeling, moving his own hand quicker until he too came. His cum shot across your abdomen and stomach where your shirt was still rucked up, painting splatters of white across your skin.

You laid there, panting and still slightly confused as Michael withdrew his fingers and Corey slowly pulled off of you. He leant in and kissed you, telling you he loved you and to wait for him, as he would be back later. You didn’t even have time to ask about his friend with the attractive hands before they were gone again, leaving you there on your couch with the movie still playing, popcorn all about and your flaccid cock resting against your abdomen. Outside Corey pulled back on his mask as he looked at Michael before stating “Fun, right?” to which he surprisingly got no response, Corey leaving in the direction his next target. Behind him Michael rubbed together the fingers you had been sucking on, the thought of your lips somewhere else passing through his mind.

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