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looooooooomis · 2 years

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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

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“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.”

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Corey’s hands curling up into your hair as his cock coats your lips in his slick. Corey’s eyes looking down at you, empty and not so much like Corey anymore. Corey’s abdomen clenching in tight pleasure as you swallow him down whole, a groan escaping his plump lips and his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans. Minutes may have passed since he dragged you down into these sewers…maybe even hours. Seeing you whining like a desperate cock sleeve and with ropes wrapped around your frail wrists makes it hard to keep track of time, really, and— fuck, were you crying?

You were— sweet salty tears dripping down that soft little face, doe eyes looking up at him with so much longing that it made something twinge in Corey’s chest. Maybe he was really losing it this time.

“Ohhh, honey. Don’t cry…” his thumb wipes at a stray tear, brings itself up to his mouth so he can suck it off his finger and drink every ounce of your essence. “Corey’s got you, pretty baby. I’m right here. Cmon now, suck that cock s’more, I know you can…”

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Keep Your Eyes On The Screen

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, fingering, threatening, cursing, etc

Halloween night was pretty much the same every year. You invited your friend now boyfriend Corey over to watch some scary movies and eat far too much candy. You were throwing various mini chocolate bars into a bowl as well as lollipops and Smarties when you heard your doorbell ring. You set the bowl onto the table and went across the house to open the door. You were shocked to see that there was no one there. Feeling a bit creeped out you called, “hello? Anyone there?”

“Boo!” Corey yelled as he jumped from the bushes onto your doorstep. You couldn’t help but jump a bit, “dammit Corey!” He grinned, “sorry baby, I had to.” He was wearing a casual outfit that looked really nice on him, his glasses notably missing. You rolled your eyes playfully, “in this town? Thank god it was you and not Michael Myers or something.”

Something flashed in his eyes as you said that, but you didn’t notice. Instead you moved aside and let him in, locking the door behind you two. Corey went over to the tv stand that had a pile of movies on it, looking through it before picking up the original Scream, holding it up to you with an eyebrow raised. You nodded, “yeah that’s a good pick.” You walked back into the kitchen and brought out the giant candy bowl. Corey laughed, “holy crap, that’s even more than last year.” “Yeah and last year we ate the whole bowl, thought I’d stock up in case.” Corey grinned at that as he unwrapped a Hershey bar, “it’s gonna be gone, I can promise you that.” You slapped his arm playfully as you took his coat to hang up, “Corey Cunningham you better not eat it all!” You heard him laugh again as you hung his coat on the rack behind you, as well as the distinct sound of another candy wrapper being opened.

You two were settled on the couch not long after, you pressed up against his chest as you watched the horror film you both had seen multiple times. You had gotten to the bathroom scene in the film when you felt Corey’s hand move slightly. You thought nothing of it until you felt your waistband get pulled. You turned to look at Corey, who had a dark look as he continued watching the film, acting as if he wasn’t about to put a hand into your pants. “What are you…” you started. “Shhh, just watch the movie,” he whispered, his fingers now teasing the front of your underwear. You shivered, “Corey how am I supposed to do that?” He turned to you, looking at you seriously, “keep your eyes on the screen, baby.” Already feeling yourself get excited, you listened to him. You went back to watching the movie as his fingers pushed past your underwear, slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a small whimper, making Corey grin again. “Poor thing, all needy for me,” he whispered, “already so wet, too.” Not a moment later, the first finger slipped into you. You let out a shaky moan as he began to slowly pump it into you. “So tight….” he whispered, “you’re so tight.” Your attempt to focus on the movie was already getting so hard, but you wanted to do it for him. That would get harder when you felt a second finger slip in beside the first. You moaned out his name as he chuckled, “good girl. Being so good for me…”

Corey’s fingers began to speed up a bit, and you bucked up against them. You were now at the part of the movie where Ghostface attacks Sidney at her house, and that gave Corey an idea. “I wonder what would happen if I had a knife to your throat. Would you squirm for me? Beg for mercy?” “Oh fuck…Corey,” you whimpered as you turned to face him. His free hand shot up and grabbed your jaw, “did I say you could look away baby? I don’t wanna have to punish you.” His fingers stopped moving inside you, causing you to look back at the screen with a whimper. “Good girl, keep watching the movie while I take care of you,” Corey whispered.

He kept fingering you while the movie played, voicing all of his fantasies to you for the first time. “Maybe I should wait until you’re asleep, break through your window, and hold a knife to that pretty little throat. I can just imagine how confused and scared you’d be, at my complete mercy. You’d like that baby? For me to take what I wanted?” His fingers sped up, causing you to moan even louder. “Maybe I should tie your hands together,” he continued, “and just use you over and over again. That knife still against your throat, and my cock deep inside you. Or maybe I’d stalk you around town, following you home. Sneaking inside and waiting for my chance to pound you into your mattress.” You whined his name as his fingers sped up again, “fuck…Corey…” He grinned, his eyes darkening as he felt you get wetter as he described these scenarios. “Sounds like my baby wants that, huh? Sounds like she wants to be afraid as I fuck her. Maybe I’ll wear a mask, and you won’t be able to see my face. You can pretend it’s a real intruder taking what he wants. What he needs,” Corey said as he finally added a third finger, growling as he felt you tighten up around them.

“Corey…” you whined, “I’m gonna cum.” “Yeah? Is my baby gonna cum for me? Cum on my fingers thinking about how I can take advantage of her? And use her over and over again?” he leaned in closer to your ear, “then do it. Cum all over my fingers like the little slut you are.” Not a second later and you came around his fingers with a sob, bucking wildly on them as he continued to push them into you. Even after you came, Corey kept pushing them in and out of you, overstimulating you with a grin. Finally, he stopped. You laid back against the couch trying to catch your breath when you felt the couch move beside you. Corey moved to the floor and took your pants and underwear all the way off, spreading your shaky legs apart. He looked up at you with another grin, “keep your eyes on the movie, darling.” You went back to watching Scream as you felt his mouth on you, starting again.

You were gonna be there for a while.

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You Should Give In

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“You’re sorry you didn’t recognize me?” He smiles disturbingly. His voice gives you butterflies between your legs and takes you right back to that motel room two years ago. His throat bobs as he takes another sip from the tiny-looking bottle. “And I’m sorry I didn’t text you back," you add.

You accidentally break Corey's heart pre-Michael. After his killing spree, he comes back. Smut with both Coreys.

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December 2020

After his manslaughter trial, Corey took a bus out of Haddonfield one weekend to get away from it all, and he ended up where you live. It's barely a scattering of a town, but it has a truck stop and a bus stop, so it gets enough traffic to have a motel and bar, which are in the same parking lot. You work at the bar.

The night you met, he was already at the bar when you clocked in. The first thing you noticed was his enormous hand dwarfing his drink, making it look like an airplane bottle. There was something so hot about his knuckles and the way he held the bottle. He caught you looking and smiled shyly. That's when you started noticing his beautiful face. His strong nose. The pain behind his glasses. There was an intensity about him, too. All his gloom and cowering.

Corey didn't really drink much of his beer. He mostly played with the label. You offered to get him something else, and he asked for chocolate milk. You thought he was joking, but when you giggled, he looked at you earnestly with big dairy cow eyes magnified by his glasses. Your heart melted. When you said you didn't have any chocolate milk, he was dejected. "Yeah, I figured."

When you saw that sad look in his eyes, you suddenly recognized him. He was much hotter and bigger in person than he was on the news. Face to face with him, there was no doubt in your mind that Jeremy's death was an accident. You felt awful for Corey. You just wanted to give him a hug. You took him under your wing.

You offered to make him a mudslide on the house instead of chocolate milk. You promised he'd like it. You made it with extra chocolate syrup, and he loved it. He perked up. It was a slow night, so you chatted with him. Got to know him a little bit. You egged him on to take an oatmeal cookie shot with you, not realizing he was a total lightweight. It really didn't take more than that before he was giggling and slurring, flirting with you one minute, then getting emotional the next. He never talked about the accident, but he talked about his home life and it didn't sound good. He played early Modest Mouse on the jukebox. You didn't let him leave your sight. His drunkenness was your doing, after all.

He had a room at the motel. When you got off work, you walked him back there to make sure he was safe. He invited you in, and you thought you'd stay just long enough to let him get settled. He didn't ask in a seductive way. It was somewhere between lonely and friendly. You were enjoying his company, anyway. But when he started removing his multiple layers of clothing and you saw what was underneath, there was no going back for you. Holy shit, he was solid. He took off his henley, revealing thick arms and strong pecs. And he kept stripping, too. No inhibitions.

While you were quietly distracted by his body, his mood darkened a little. He laid down on the bed and said he never wanted to go back home. His lip was quivering. By that point, he was in just his briefs and glasses, with a plaid blanket he brought from home draped haphazardly across half his body. You told him you understood and offered to make him lunch at the bar the next day if he wanted to talk more about it. He asked you not to leave.

You put Ghost Adventurers quietly on the TV and laid on the bed with him. There was something pathetic about him being in underwear and glasses and you being fully dressed. So when spread out his blanket and invited you under it, you took off your pants first. Then, you cozied up to him and stroked his hair comfortingly as he nuzzled into the hollow of your neck.

He looked at you affectionately and you kissed him on the head. Then, he lifted his head and looked at you longingly, and you kissed him on the mouth. You held him and kissed him, and he kissed you, as you half-watched the show. Soon enough, you were kissing more than watching. You abandoned the show completely as you made out and things heated up. He kissed you like you were an oasis in the desert. You probably were.

You nestled a leg between his meaty thighs and palmed his chest. His body took your breath away. A hardness in his briefs started poking your thigh. By the time you grabbed his cock, he was rock hard and whimpering for you. The moment you held his naked girth in your hand, you gasped softly as butterflies swarmed in your chest and core. You badly, badly needed him.

“I want to be with you,” he whispered. “I want you so bad.” He moaned and whimpered as you moved the skin on his thick shaft.

You couldn't think it through. You couldn't think at all. All your blood had rushed somewhere else.

Corey fumbled at your bra. There was something on his face, like he could hardly believe it was happening. He struck you as almost virginal. You took the lead and put a condom on him, then mounted him. He let out a low, breathy groan as you sank onto his impressive cock with a moan of your own. It felt so right, filling yourself with his cock. It was the perfect stretch. You rode him and his hips lifted into you desperately. You leaned into him for friction as you rolled into him. His massive hands held your thighs and he'd say things in his low, sexy voice like "You feel so good" and "God, you're beautiful."

He came pretty fast, but you were close. You finished yourself off and he was eager to help and learn. You fell asleep in bed with him.

You woke up before dawn with Corey spooning you, his arms holding you tight, both of you nude. His morning wood was upright and dug into your lower back and crack until you gently shifted it between your thighs. He rutted against your slick seam in his sleep. Before long, you were desperate for a second round. You put his huge hand on your hard nipple and traced the veins from his wrist to his fingers.

You were too desperate to be smart, but at least you were on the pill. As soon as he stirred awake and kissed your neck, you reached down between your legs and guided his cock just inside you. The moan that erupted from his mouth set you on fire. Your whole body felt like it could burst at any moment. He buried himself inside you, holding your breast, breathing heavily in your ear. He kissed your neck, moaning, sighing, rolling his hips, filling you with his thick, hard cock, lasting longer this time. As soon as you came, he pulled out, then you felt his hot cum on the small of your back.

You cuddled for a while after that and fell back asleep. When you next woke up, sticky with his cum between you, you rolled over and faced Corey. He was affectionate, looking deep into your eyes, stroking your hair, telling you how much he liked you. You kept thinking, he hardly knew you. You didn't know if he would like you as much if he did. Those days, you didn't want to let anyone get close enough to find out. You had gone through a rough patch of your own and your self worth hadn't yet recovered.

You went home to shower before work and you brought a bottle of chocolate milk back to the bar with you. You knew Corey would come for lunch and hoped it would cheer him up if he was feeling blue again. When you gave him the chocolate milk that you brought just for him. . . he looked at you like he was in love with you. That moment gave you more than an inkling you were leading him on. You didn't mean to – you really liked him – you were just afraid and dealing with your own issues at the time.

Your affection for him began to get drowned out by discomfort. Your kindness alone might not have been construed as anything more than that. But you fucked him twice . . . And you wondered if you were his first. Every nice gesture after that would only bond him to you more.

Corey stayed at the bar all day, not really drinking much. While you were busy, he poorly played pool and darts. When it was slow, he talked to you, but it wasn't the same fun, casual banter you enjoyed the night before. There was a puppy dog vibe, like you owned him and he was lost without you. That scared you because you didn't want to hurt him more than he'd already been hurt in the past year. You didn't want to get his hopes up for something more and have the whole thing become another disappointment.

You shut down and told him you had to go somewhere after work. As much as your body wanted to go back to his motel room, your gut was telling you that you didn't have the capacity to nurture him the way he needed. He was clearly upset when he left but tried not to show it. He said he was going back to Haddonfield but hoped to see you again. There must have been hell to pay when he got back, from what he shared with you about his mother.

After he went back to Haddonfield, he texted you piningly as if you were dating. He was trying to make plans for when to see each other again. He even mused about getting a job in your town. You told him you weren't ready for a relationship and needed to spend some time alone.

He tried to convince you. Eventually, he left you alone, but you always wondered if he'd be back one day. You actually missed him. You thought about him over the next year or two as you got yourself together. He was a good guy. You started to realize maybe you shouldn't have sabotaged yourself. You were as worthy and deserving of love as anyone else. But it was too late, you thought.

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Present Day : November 2022

You’re closing the bar tonight. It’s slow, with just a couple of regulars slumped over the bar exchanging occasional words. Given the recent carnage in nearby Haddonfield, people haven't been going out as much. There might as well be a curfew. Some people still don't believe Michael is dead. Others speculate about him having a partner still at large. The regulars have been walking you to your car every night just in case.

You’re restocking the liquor and eavesdropping on the latest gossip between the regulars when a burly, dark shape walks in alone. He sits down at the bar and orders a beer. You give it to him without fully meeting his eyes and don’t recognize him until you see those hands dwarfing the bottle and do a double take. Sure enough, he has the same pinky ring. No glasses or jacket. Blue button-up shirt with the collar popped. Blue khakis. His hair is dark, and his curls are wild. His face is banged up. A fresh cut bridges his nose. He’s muscular, imposing. His presence is intimidating. He's like a different man.

You realize you’re staring. “Corey,” you say. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

There’s a long moment of silence, like he’s waiting for you to say something more. He looks at the bottle in his hand and takes a sip.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t text you back," you add.

“Yeah,” he says, raising a brow. He holds eye contact and his jaw clenches. "You know, you also took something from me." Your heart sinks. His virginity? You always suspected it.

“I shouldn't have," you say.

"Oh, you regret it?" He challenges you. You're squirming, and he seems to be enjoying it.

"Of course not. Just, I wasn’t in a place where I could handle–"

"-me," he sighs.

"I'm sorry.”

He shrugs. "Apology accepted,” he says unconvincingly. “What place are you in now?”

"Um, good question." You look around and decide not to answer. His erect collar catches your eye again, drawing attention to his facial injuries. God, he looks hot.

He smirks as he notices you checking him out.

“You look good,” you say, wiping the bar with a rag. “I’ll be back.” You pour the regulars a round. Corey keeps his eyes on you like a hawk. You’re wearing a skirt and fishnet stockings – better tips that way.

When you come back, you ask Corey what brings him into town. He tells you he’s on his way out of the area for good.�� "And I'm taking you with me," he adds matter-of-factly.

You're stunned. Your lips part but you don't know how to react.

He rolls his eyes and adds, "If you want, of course."

You ask him what he’s going to do. He looks around and answers obtusely, “Maybe I’ll practice my pool game.” His gravelly voice really does something to you. Your butterflies aren't fading, they're multiplying.

You get the triangle of pool balls from under the bar and hand it to him, forcing a smile. His large hand wraps around yours as he takes it and there’s a spark between you. He holds your gaze then walks back to the billiards. He racks the balls and rolls up his sleeves. You forget to blink. He must have put on at least 15 kg of muscle, and he was already built before. He grabs a cue stick off the wall and comes around the table so his ass is facing you. He bends over and looks back at you before he takes the break shot. You look away and start cleaning the counter again, but your eyes keep returning to him.

You bring him his drink and he thanks you.

You linger and ask,“How'd you get so good?"

He looks you up and down and shrugs. “Grab a cue. I’ll show you.”

You look at the bar and it’s still those regulars. You know they’ll be there until closing. You grab a stick off the wall.

Corey crosses his toned arms and says, “Show me what you’ve got.” His eyes are dark. Part of you finds his presence unnerving, but the warm, wet part of you is grateful for the excuse to bend over in front of him.

You lean over the pool table and Corey crowds you. You don't mind the cliche when he gets all the way up against you to show you how it’s done. He puts both his huge hands over yours. His hands are as scratched up as his face. His chin rests on your shoulder, and his body leans into yours.

He says, "First lesson." A hardness swells against your skirt, then his lips brush your ear. “Don’t start something you can't finish,” he whispers. You swallow. His hand on yours takes the shot, and a ball rolls into a pocket.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as you begin to stand upright. You turn your head and try to turn your body, but he has you pinned to the table.

“Or someone will have to finish it for you,” he adds, then his lips barely brush the skin below your ear. Your ass subtly pushes back into him before you can stop it. He takes the cue and places the stick on the table. His massive hands feel up the sides of your thighs, sliding up under your skirt. His breath is hot on your cheek as he grinds his arousal into you. Your breath hitches and all your blood rushes to your loins. He gives you space to turn around.

“Closing time, right?,” Corey says, looking at the clock behind you. He reaches around you and picks up the bottle to take a sip of his beer.

Your heart flutters.“Yeah, it’s just a few minutes-”

He slams his empty bottle down and walks over to the jukebox and puts on Nine Inch Nails.

You straighten your skirt and compose yourself to go close out the regulars.

One of them asks if you’re good and you say yes. He yells over to Corey telling him to walk you to your car.

Corey gives him a thumbs up and a smile that sends a chill down your spine. The regulars leave.

Your face is warm as you look at Corey and come back out from behind the bar.

“Should I go?” He booms from the billiards table over the music. The last thing you want is for him to leave. You know you shouldn’t let him stick his crazy in you, but you’re thinking with the wrong head.

“It's okay. I still have some clean-up,” you say. You wipe down the other end of the bar as he plays pool. You start stacking chairs on top of tables, and you get to the one that’s closest to him. You watch him with your heart racing. You're getting wetter and wetter as he clears all the balls and puts the cue sticks back on the wall.

He leans his ass and both hands against the pool table and crosses his ankles. His jaw clenches.

"Here's the deal. I'll leave if you want. But if I stay. . . you're really mine this time." He looks you dead in the eye.

You don't say anything. You step closer and start to grab the empty bottle beside him, but before you touch it, he intercepts you with a large, veiny hand on your wrist. He brings your hand to the bulge in his pants and his lips part as he stares at you darkly. Your palm meets the hardness in his pants, and it sends a tingling rush through your body. The cut on the bridge of his nose intensifies the darkness of his gaze.

“So, what's it going to be?” Corey asks. The vein on his neck bulges.

You swallow. You can’t form words. You remember to blink, and your eyelashes flutter.

He lets go of your hand, but you leave it on his pants. He subtly thrusts into your palm and your fingers involuntarily cradle his girth. You find your body gravitating closer. His eyes look back and forth between yours. Your eyelids are getting heavy as you look back at him.

He presses you for an answer. "Should I leave?"

Your eyes close and you take a deep breath. “No,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” He lightly strokes your temple with his thumb as he searches your eyes. “Because once you're mine, I’m not letting go.” His dark eyes smile.

This is bad. You know better. You know *so much* better. Tell him to leave. Tell him to never come back. You beg your legs to walk away, but they don’t.

His face gets closer, and his hands come to your hips. His nose brushes yours and your mouth hungrily accepts his perfect lips. He swells harder into your hand. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, and he kisses, then licks, then marks you as though to illustrate his point.

He steps out from between you and the pool table and your hand falls empty as he gets behind you again like he was earlier with the cue stick. He grinds his thick arousal into you and his hands rove your thighs. He lifts up your skirt so the bulge of his pants is against your stockings and he sighs. His khakis are smooth and soft and his bulge is hard and warm. You're absolutely aching for him.

It doesn't help that the song “Closer" is starting to play. Your primitive self is taking over.

"You should give in," he says in a low voice. "But I'm not going to make you. Say the word and I'm gone"

For a moment, he allows a couple of inches of space between your ass and his pants, and you ache for him closer again.

"Don't go," your cock-blind mouth whispers.

He closes the gap and chews on the nape of your neck as he grinds into you. One of his hands comes between the two of you. His large knuckles graze your ass. You hear his zipper, and a wave of arousal floods your body.

"Really? Think you can handle it?" He asks.

He's not talking about his cock, but it's the only thing on your mind. You barely nod.

After a few seconds of rustling, his warm, stiff arousal smashes into the nook at the bottom of your ass, his skin on your skin through the soft diamonds of your stockings. Corey's arm hooks around you and nestles between your breasts as his large hand wraps around your neck as he inhales the crown of your head. His huge fingers apply light pressure to your neck and his forearm flexes, making your knees weak with desire. He could probably strangle you with that one big hand. You don't flinch. The pressure intensifies briefly before abruptly turning into a caress. Then, he sucks the hell out of your neck. The pain puckers your nipples, and goosebumps prickle across your body.

His other hand slides around your waist, under your shirt, under your bra, and cups your breast, palming your hard nipple while he grinds his hardness into your ass and kisses the nape of your neck. He crosses both hands in front of you and you let him take off your shirt. Then, he expertly removes your bra. He gropes your breasts and stomach and breathes heavily into your ear, his hardness thickening against you.

He turns you around to face him. His chest rises and falls as he looks at you. His hard girth presses into your front. He hikes your skirt up all the way over your ass, wraps his arms around you, and grabs your ass with both of his hands. One hand slides down your crack, the heel of his palm pressing down on your stockings between your cheeks, then creeps between your legs. Two of his thick digits run lightly - unbearably lightly - over your clit, then he slips them inside the soaked crotch of your stockings and your ample wetness meets his meaty fingers.

"Fuck," he says. Your hips roll into him and tension coils tightly in your core. His other hand massages you from the front. You're engulfed by both his large hands, one from the back and one from the front. Meanwhile, his nose drags across your neck and shoulder inhaling your scent.

The thick fingers from each hand meet at a single diamond hole in the stockings, and he rips them wide open. Your thighs tremble. You want him so bad, he can take you anywhere he wants.

You practically jump up onto the pool table and lift your knees as he spreads them. One huge hand on the small of your back steadies you there while his other hand holds his hard cock. He looks down at himself then up at you as he thumbs the tip where precum is beading.

"Last chance to back out," he whispers gruffly with a snarl. Your legs wrap around him before you can think. You can't speak. You just barely shake your head no.

He drags his swollen tip along your dripping cunt and leaves it nestled at your entrance. Both his hands come behind you and he teases your warm, wet hole with short thrusts. Not even the head is fully penetrating you. The tension deep inside you coils tighter and warmer. Your whole body is dizzy with need for him.

"You really want it that bad," he breathes, looking at you with black eyes. "Bad enough to give up everything."

Warmth rushes your face. You nod and your eyes water at your lack of restraint. The swollen head of his cock begins to breach your entrance. The stretch makes you gasp. You don’t remember it being like this. He plunges into you, parting your insides, filling you to the brim. His hips rock into you, fucking you slowly and smoothly at first, but soon he begins to bury himself inside you more forcefully. The coil in your core pulses and threatens to spring you open.

Each thrust fills you with something you can't even describe. You've never felt anything like this, not even when you fucked him before. Your whole body feels electrified. An energy you don't understand is pouring out of him and into you as your bodies become one. His cock makes you physically complete. You start to miss it even while it's still inside you. The thought of even an inch of air between you stings your eyes. You never want to be apart.

He feels so fucking good, and the way he glides so firm and full inside you, the way he holds you, it's all so perfect. You think, why not? Why not go with him? His pace quickens with his arms tight around you, using the edge of the pool table for balance as he thrusts into you.

He grunts softly into your ear, and you know you can’t hold off much longer. "Fuck, you feel good," he growls. "You were made for me." The sound of his voice sends you. You moan as the rush floods your body in waves. You flutter around his cock and his big hands grip your ass. He pulls you even tighter into him and grunts with each of your contractions. He erupts inside you in enormous pulses, filling you up with his hot seed.

As he catches his breath, he takes your hands in his and closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes, they're watery. "I've wanted this for so long," he says. "I thought about you so much." His arms engulf you as you sit on the table.

“Meet Your Master” starts playing.

"I thought about you, too," you say into his chest.

"No," he says confidently. He slowly adds, "You have no idea how much I've thought about you. How many times and ways." He kisses your head then your lips, and the kiss becomes passionate. He pulls back and looks at you, reading your face like a book. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "You've been mine all along." He strokes your hair. "And I won't ever let you go again."

Your stomach turns a little, but he kisses you hard, and it drowns out the doubt for now.

His eyes darken to black, and his voice deepens. "Because if I can't have you, no one will."

BONUS: Alternate/deleted sexual position (lol)

#toxicanonymity ☠️#corey cunningham x reader #dark!corey cunningham #shape!corey cunningham #corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #meowmeow!corey cunningham #cordeliart

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sochawrites · 2 years

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Can you making a Corey Cunningham fic fem reader omg please I love him

Hi there Anon!

I don't write for Corey for a) I don't vibe with him and b) becouse of my personal opinion, but I'd like to keep that off of this side blog (although he is kinda cute in a way).

!BUT!, since you're the first person to request anything, and I still haven't posted rules for sending requests in, I will try and make something up for you :)

And if you're looking for someone who will write for Corey in general, I'd suggest @trashyslashers, @slash-me-please and @murdrdocs

(sorry for tagging)

Fight for me

Corey Cunningham x reader

You were still relatively new in Haddonfield, moving in long after the Halloween night massacre and the tragic babysitting that took place the year after, but you never bothered to look into what happened. Which resulted in weird side looks from other citizens whenever you expressed unfamiliarity with these topics. But you got used to them after a while.

That might have been the main reason you never bat an eye towards the judgmental faces people threw at you whenever you were seen with the young Cunningham boy.

"Yeah, yeah, Corey over there is free right now, he will have a look at it. Corey! Come here kid!", that was the first time you ever heard his name, the first time you saw his face. You couldn't help but fall hard for his dorky smile and puppy eyes, only magnified by his round glasses. Corey, himself was taken aback by how polite and sweet you were towards him, as most of the city outright hated him. You decided to push your luck and ask him on a date, to which he happily agreed. Who knew a broken car could take you to such treasure?

You made your relationship official a few weeks later. His mother obviously disapproved, believing you weren't good enough for her boy, but she decided to protest silently since you were probably the only woman in town who wanted to talk to and spent time with Corey.

"You seriously don't know anything about the incident?" he asked you once after you encountered a rather rude waitress on one of your dates. "I don't. By any means, if you want to tell me, go ahead, but I don't think it's so bad that the whole town has to treat you like that." "Aaa… It's a long story… and I think you're better off not knowing."

It was very early in the morning, you stayed up all night preparing for the upcoming Halloween and were ready to go to sleep when frantic knocking at the front door stopped you on your way upstairs. Now, Haddonfield might have not been known for being the safest city, but its only serial killer certainly didn't knock, so you weren't worried about opening the door.

But you did become quite worried when you opened the door.

"Holy shit! Corey! You look awful, what happened?" Your boyfriend was slumping against the doorframe, looking all beat up, jaw tightened in pain. "It was those kids again, they cornered me up…" say less, you were already dragging him inside your home. "Did they corner you up in the sewers? You smell like shit… Go sit in the kitchen, I'll bring you something to change into and-" you were already running off to fetch a few things when Corey caught your wrist "Y/N, I have to tell you something."

You smiled and reached your free hand to his face, caressing lightly over the bruised skin "You'll tell me once I patch you up, ok?". And with that, you were off upstairs, rummaging through your partially shared wardrobe for clothes you then quickly brought to him, before going to look for a first-aid kit.

Once you got back, Corey, who has already changed, was sitting at the table. You walked up to him and pushed aside his soft curly locks to better assess the damage done. His dark eyes were looking into your soul, you could tell there was something heavy on his mind. You noticed some bruises forming on his neck. "Did the kids have tried to choke you?" you asked while you soaked some cotton pads in disinfection, "No, that was an unrelated incident, but, listen…". Corey flinched a bit when the pad brushed against his scratched cheek, "I'm listening…", you threw him a soft smile.

"I killed someone."

He told you about the kid he was looking after three years ago, the accident that completely changed his life. Corey looked so broken, definitely fighting with himself about whether or not he should've told you. It was safe to say it knocked the wind out of your sails. "Now that you know, can you face the crowd? Can you be seen with me and still be proud?"

You let out a heavy sigh and put aside the cotton pad "Corey… God, I'm going to sound soo cheesy, but… let me quote something… I will fight for you if you will fight for me.". He smiled at that. "I love you Corey, and if people are picking fights with you, they're picking fights with me."

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Corey looked up at you, "Can you hold my hand?". You did so without any delay. He squeezed your hand in his own hold, lowering his gaze and concentrating on your intertwined fingers.

"…Sometimes I want this city to burn…" Corey murmured, mostly to himself, but you heard him. "We can always move away, leave the city behind if that's what you want" you went on caressing his cheek with your free hand, careful to avoid touching the scratches. He laughed a bit and shook his head "It's too late for that, I feel like the fire has already started…"

You tilted your head to make him explain what he meant, but he didn't elaborate. It didn't matter, you were going to find out soon enough.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #reader insert #request #anon ask #inspired by Fight for me from Heathers #if you can't tell

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horrorslu7 · 1 year

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hi! “use your words, baby” with corey cunningham from the smut prompts?

Hii, hope you liked it, I would love to have feedback on my smuts.

Dream of you.

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

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: Slight somnophilia.

It wasn't rare for you to have more heated dreams. Usually Corey wouldn't notice or know at all because of how asleep he was.

You both worked a lot but he tended to have a deep sleep. He was out like a light as soon as his head touched the pillow and he felt your warm skin against his own.

This night was different though, usually after dinner you both would maybe watch a movie or an episode of a series and then go to sleep due to both of you being tired. But Corey didn't have to go to work today and while you went to work he took the opportunity to take a nap and then cook your favorite dinner for you.

It was really sweet but now it was 1 am and you were dead asleep beside him while he stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open like an owl.

Your head was on his chest and his hand was slowly caressing your hair, he started doing that before you fell asleep which just made it easier for you to do so but he kept on caressing it very softly in order not to wake you up.

Eventually he started to stare at your face watching you sleep, you looked very peaceful even though your eyebrows started to furrow slightly. Corey couldn't help but wonder what were you dreaming of, though he didn't wonder for long before soft and small moans started to escape your lips.

Corey blushed slightly, could you be having a wet dream?

If the moans and whimpers weren't enough, your legs pressing together definitely were a big confirmation. Corey's eyes dilated while looking at your sleepy and messy figure.

You moved slightly, now having your head on your pillow looking away from Corey, your neck completely exposed to him.

He took the opportunity to get closer to you and leave a few kisses on your neck making you shiver.

His hands traveled to your lower abdomen caressing it softly and then playing with the waistband of your panties. His soft kisses on your neck starting to wake you up.

Your eyes fluttered open and with lustful eyes you looked at him, your mind and eyesight seemed to be blurred by your sleepiness as well as your lust. You slurred out Corey's name trying to beg for him to touch you.

"Use your words, baby." Corey said just above a whisper leaving kisses on your neck below your ear.

"Please Corey, I need you." His hands moved inside your underwear, his fingers moving on top of your clit before he entered one finger inside of you.

His kisses started to move from your neck to your chest and then abdomen. Your hands moved to his head while the other rested next to you, you couldn't help but close your eyes thanks to how tired you felt.

Corey moved and placed his head in between your legs after taking off your underwear. He looked at you before his tongue moved to your clit, you looked back at him with a shy smile spreading across your face.

Your hand went to his hair and you slightly pulled it using what seemed to be the only strength you had. He inserted another finger inside you and curled them slowly reaching your g spot.

Moans and whimpers scaped your lips as you called out for Corey telling him that you were close, the stimulation he was giving you making you wake up almost fully.

The knot that started to form on your lower abdomen finally leaving as a wave of relaxation and euphoria hit you.

Corey kept on moving his tongue and fingers riding out your orgasm before looking up at you with dark eyes and glossy lips thanks to you. That sight alone was enough to wake you and turn you on enough to go for a second round.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #halloween ends #you would be flabbergasted if you knew what I listen to when I write #I hope someone reads my tags cause they're my favorite part about writing #do you guys like my smuts? be honest #I love somnopholia I'm sorry #Corey malewife #why do I feel like I suck at smut

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slutforstabbings-archive · 1 year

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May I request a scenario of a fem reader liking Corey, but she doesn't let herself be loved (even though deep down she wants to be) and instead hooks Corey up with Allyson instead? Perhaps the fem reader prefers others to have a happy ending over herself, and imagine if Corey came back to the reader like, "But I love you..Why won't you let me love you?". Eventually the fem reader breaks down and lets him, like a heartwarming ending? (Angst, fluff)

sorry for the long wait, but here it is! it's lengthy because I was in the mood for worldbuilding i guess lol.

Corey Cunningham x fem!Reader

5,954 words!

angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, miscommunications, all that stuff. canon divergent, takes place during the first part of the film

beloved taglist: @rebel-blue @nachtmahr666 @vanellygal @cordelium @multifandom--mess @wolvesandvampires

The First of Many

You tap a stack of invoices on your desk, aligning their edges before filing them away. Then you make sure all the customer keys are labeled and hung appropriately. You know they are but you’re trying to kill the last few minutes of your shift at Prevo Auto. You refresh the shop email and no new messages come through. 4:57. Come on 5pm! You look through the window in the front office into the garage to try to see Corey, but you only see your father. You empty the small trash can under your desk.

Dad is how you got the job working Prevo’s front desk, and how you first came to know Corey. Dad was one of Ron’s first hires when Prevo opened up on the outskirts of Haddonfield. You went to the same school as Corey, the only high school in Haddonfield, but you never crossed paths with your fellow Husker. No, you’d see him when work brought your families together, the Prevo Christmas party, you and Dad visiting their house for dinner once or twice (and then never again to avoid spending any more time in the vicinity of Ron’s horrible wife, Joan). A few times in the spring Corey turned 21, when Dad hired him to help out with yard work.

The first time you ever got to really speak to him, you’d been sitting cross legged on the back porch squeezing petunias out of little plastic cups from the nursery and massaging their roots so he and Dad could plant them. He sat down next to you, soil and grass clippings sticking to his sweaty legs, taking a break from the sun. You’d talked a while, the longest and most private conversation you’d ever had with him, and found him extremely likable. He was smart and ambitious and he made you laugh. He was looking really good too, his short time doing landscaping for people in town already adding bulk to his limbs and bleaching little copper streaks into his brown hair, the sun encouraging his freckles.

You found out he’d just turned 21 and didn’t do anything for his birthday, so when all the work was done, you’d brought him a beer and a Hostess cupcake.

“This is your birthday party now,” you told him. One corner of his mouth lifted into a smile before bringing the other side up with it. You ended the day with a little crush on him.

You started your job at Prevo not long after that, hoping it meant you would see Corey more often. Then the accident happened. It fell to you and Dad to keep the ship afloat while the captain was away, running the auto shop the best you could to help take pressure off Ron, who was gone every day for weeks, driving two hours one way with Joan and Corey to Springfield for the trial. You wanted desperately to sit in the courtroom gallery and support him. To be a kind face is the sea of snarls he had to look out into every day. But you knew you were needed at work, that you were supporting him from behind your desk. A couple times in the evenings you delivered a casserole to the Cunningham-Prevo house, wanting to make sure they were eating well despite all the stress and time spent out of town.

Since Corey came to work for his step-father, you’ve become good friends. Joan serves dinner at 6:30 like clockwork and makes Corey’s night hell if he’s late, but Ron cuts him loose at 5, even tho Prevo is open til 6, to give him 90 glorious minutes of free time before Joan can get him back under her thumb for the evening. The flow of customers has usually all but dried up by then, so the ends of your shifts align.

You stand in front of the ancient time clock in the back, hand hovering, prepared to insert your time card as soon as it rolls over to 5:00. A massive pair of hands comes from nowhere to cover your eyes.

“Guess who?” Says a raspy voice in a Northeastern accent. As if it could be anybody else.

“The Easter bunny?” You ask.

Corey chuckles. “Not quite.”

“Okay, then it’s probably… James Dean.”

He scoffs. “No.”

“Shit, okay,” you say, pretending to be disappointed. “Final guess… Corey Cunningham?”

He lifts his hands from over your eyes and steps to stand next to you.

“Third time’s the charm,” he says.

“You’re such a dork,” you tell him playfully as you clock out, at 5:01, thanks to him.

“I learned from the best,” he says, taking your place in front of the time clock.

Corey changes out of his coveralls and washes all the grease off his hands in the bathroom. You check your phone, thinking of texting your friend Allyson. You haven’t heard from her in weeks, maybe months, which isn’t uncommon. But last you heard she was still trying to untangle herself from that scummy cop she’d been with since 2018. You feel like you should check on her. But before you can finish composing your message, Corey comes out of the bathroom. You never look at your phone when you’re with him. You get to spend too little time together to squander it.

The two of you enact your routine for afternoons you spend together. You ride on his bike pegs first to the gas station, then to the part of town where the old Myers house used to sit, a desolate and decaying neighborhood with a park you can’t believe the city still bothers to mow. You sit on the cracked swings creaking from rusty chains and dig your toes down into the ancient mulch, all the way to the rotten tarp underneath. How much Corey wants to talk varies a lot, so you let him set the tone. Although he was playful at work, he seems to have fallen deep into thought on the bike ride, so neither of you says much.

Suddenly you remember something you used to do as a kid. You use your feet to rotate the swing 90 degrees, then 90 more, so you’re facing the opposite direction and the rusted chain is crossed above you. You complete another half turn and the chain braids around itself. You dig your feet into the mulch and slowly turn yourself around, again, and again, getting more and more difficult as the chain kinks, gaining resistance and raising you further from the ground. It makes a scraping sound as the rust grinds together, and a concerning groaning from the stress on the bolts holding the chains to the support structure. Corey watches you skeptically. When you can’t twist the chains anymore you rest for a second before lifting both feet off the ground.

The chains unravel and you spin back the other direction, even faster than you expected, the chain coiling back around itself. You laugh heartily, shocked that it’s still so fun. Corey’s skeptical look changes to delight and he laughs as he twists his own swing’s chains. You both spin over and over, cackling, until you get so dizzy you slip backwards out of the swing and land on your ass.

“Be careful!” Corey says, jumping off his swing to help you.

You’re still laughing. You take his outstretched hand and he pulls you up. You stand there, your hand lingering in his for a moment. Then his alarm goes off. 6:15. Playtime’s over. You dust yourself off before once again you mount his bike pegs. He drops you off at your place before biking the rest of the way home.

“How was your date?” Dad asks from the living room as you come inside.

“It wasn’t a date,” you say, kicking off your shoes.

“Whatever you say, Pumpkin,” Dad replies.

You wish it was a date. The little crush you formed that day on the back porch has only grown in the intervening years. Deepening and strengthening, fueled by your respect for how he handled himself in such a horrible situation, your awe at his inner strength, and your delight to find his sense of humor lingering after everything he’s been through. In the moments at work when you hand him the keys to a car or end up in the break room at the same time, and those short hours when Joan thinks he’s still at work, you’ve fallen in love with him.

You’ve fallen in love with him and it is totally fucking unrequited. Corey loves you, you don’t doubt that at all, but it’s excruciatingly platonic. When you first realized how you felt, you’d tried to pay attention, look for signs that he felt the same way. Sometimes you thought you saw something, in the way he looked at you, or how his hand always seemed to brush yours when he handed you a set of keys. It wasn’t exactly the most compelling evidence. You couldn’t trust that you weren’t just reading too much into things. Corey is shy, awkward, inexperienced. But surely he would do something more obvious if he felt the same as you do.

So it’s not reciprocal. You’ve done your best to accept it. You weren’t meant to be anything more than friends with him, so you just enjoy his friendship. You work hard to be the best friend you can be. Somebody has to look out for him in this town, this world, that seems set on destroying him.

You eat dinner in front of the TV with Dad, then you spend the rest of the night in your room. Listening to music and pacing in the lamp light. Trying not to think about Corey, refusing to indulge the temptation to imagine what a future with him would be like. Instead, you fold your laundry. You rearrange your bookshelf. You remember your half-written text to Allyson and finish it, hitting send but not expecting much. Eventually it gets late enough for you to climb into bed.

In the morning you’re brushing your teeth when you get a pleasant surprise. Allyson texts back. You suggest the two of you grab lunch to catch up and she agrees. She comes to Prevo to pick you up. Her car rattles so loudly it’s hard to hear her music.

“When you take me back, I’ll have one of the guys look at that rattle!” You say, raising your voice a little over the racket.

“It’s not a big deal!” She says. You raise your eyebrows at her and she laughs. “Okay, it’s a big deal!”

“Don’t worry! Family discount!”

You get to the restaurant and are shown to your table. Allyson tells you that her grandma bought a house and they live together now, that she’s expecting a promotion soon at the Mathis Clinic, that her annoying ex has pretty much faded into the background. You’re so happy she’s doing well. After everything she’s been through she could easily be forgiven for giving up, but she hasn’t. You’re proud of your friend.

“Anyway there’s this Halloween party at Velkovsky’s tomorrow. I wanna go because Lindsey works there and arranged the whole thing, but I don’t wanna go alone,” she says.

You’d offer to go with her but you already have plans with Dad tomorrow night to drive across the border into Iowa to visit a giant pumpkin patch he’d seen online. It’s unclear whether the patch or the pumpkins are giant, but he read that it’s popular with influencers so you agreed to leave the night before your visit. The plan is to stay in a motel so you can be there as soon as the gates open. God forbid all the midwestern Instagram girlies buy all the pumpkins before your father can get one.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea strikes you. “I could set you up with someone, if you want,” you tell her.

“Oh jeez, I don’t know about that,” she protests.

“No, no, he’s an amazing guy. He’s really cute and I think you’ll find you have a lot in common,” you tell her.

She thinks, anxiously tapping a chip against the bowl of salsa on the table. “Okay,” she says. “I’m trusting you… if you think he’s a great guy then I’ll give him a shot.”

Instead of dropping you at the gates to Prevo Auto, Allyson pulls into the scrapyard and you show her where to park. You run inside and look for Corey. You find him in the break room, drinking from a glass bottle of chocolate milk.

“Are you busy?” You ask.

“Not really,” he says, smiling.

“Awesome. Come out front with me, a friend of mine needs something quick and I want you to meet her.”

Corey furrows his brows. He hates meeting people. But you do so much for him, he trusts that you wouldn’t bring him to someone who’ll treat him like most of Haddonfield does. He puts the cap back on his milk and sets it back in the fridge. You lead him out into the yard. Allyson is leaning against her car. She’s so pretty and kind, there’s no way Corey won’t be into her, you think to yourself. You never imagined yourself as the friend who plays matchmaker. You feel the tiniest lump form in your throat. You want Corey to be with you. If you can’t have him tho, you know Allyson will treat him right, that she can understand the trauma and tragedy of his life in a way you probably never could. You’ll be the best (wo)man at their wedding, and a devoted godmother for their children if it comes to that.

“Allyson Nelson, meet Corey Cunningham. Corey, Allyson.”

“Hi,” Corey says sheepishly, wiping a broad hand on his coveralls before holding it out for her to shake.

“Nice to meet you,” she says, accepting it.

“Her car’s been rattling super loud,” you explain. “I thought you could take a look at it.”

“Sure. Probably the exhaust system clamp coming loose. It’ll take like, five minutes. Super cinchy,” Corey says.

Allyson looks at you, then looks at him. “Cinchy?” she says. Corey laughs.

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then,” you say. You hold your arms out for a hug and Allyson leans in. “Always great to catch up with you. Let’s not wait so long next time.”

“For sure,” Allyson says.

Then you drop your voice to a whisper. “Invite him to Velkovsky’s!” you say into her ear. Then you let go. You clap Corey on the back reassuringly as you walk back into the office.

The phone has a blinking red light. You listen to the voicemails left while you were at lunch and take notes, but your attention is split. You keep looking through the office windows to watch Corey and Allyson. You wish you could hear them because they keep making each other laugh. He puts her car on the lift and rolls under it on a creeper. She keeps talking to him while he works. He rolls back out from under the car and lets it down from the lift. Attila, one of the other mechanics, comes to return a customer’s keys and update the log of what’s been done to their car. When he walks away you can’t see Corey anymore and Allyson’s car is gone.

At 4:55 Corey is already at the desk, waiting for you to do your last minute organizing and email checking.

“Allyson’s really nice,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling. You hope it’s convincing. “She is.”

He gives you a strange look, like he’s studying you, but he doesn’t say anything else. The two of you don’t talk at all, all the way to the gas station, through buying snacks, and to the park. While he locks his bike against a tree, you cross to the old merry go round. It’s covered in dry orange leaves and you dust a spot clean. You lay on your back with your legs hanging off the edge, looking up into the gray autumn sky. Corey comes and cleans a spot across from you so that when he lays down your heads are next to each other.

“Do you ever think it’s weird that we didn’t know each other in high school? Well, nobody knew me. But do you think it’s weird that I didn’t know you?” Corey asks.

“Nobody knew me either,” you say. “But I wanted to know you, from seeing you at work stuff. I just never saw you in the hallway or anything.”

“You wanted to know me?”

“Well, yeah. Dad told me stuff about you that Ronald told him. And it would’ve been nice to have someone closer to my age to talk to at the Christmas party and shit. I was always too shy to say anything when we were actually at the Christmas party tho. I wanted to have a class with you or something so we could talk that way.”

“I didn’t know that,” Corey says. A few times it seems like he’s going to say something else, but he stays quiet the rest of your time together until he says goodbye when he drops you off at home.

Later that evening you get a text from Allyson, letting you know she took your advice and asked Corey to the party. Then you get a text from Corey, a rarity since his mom still looks through his phone, confused and surprised that Allyson asked him. You encourage him to go. You feel bad about it, but you craft your replies to make it seem like you’re going too. You hate to even be kinda semi-dishonest with him, but you know he’ll say no if he knows you can’t make it. You hope Allyson won’t mention it. If he just shows up, you know he could have a good time. It’ll be a costume party, no one even has to know it’s him. They’ll have a blast and before the night is even over, they’ll agree to a second date.

A smile comes to your face, but your eyes fill with tears. Nothing could make you happier than imagining Corey happy. Your deepest wish is that you could be the one to make him happy, but you have to let go of that eventually. Grow up, move on. They’ve both suffered so much more than you have and they both deserve the best. You’re lucky just to be on the periphery, and you should feel honored to be the one who introduced them. You feel sick to your stomach instead.

The next day at Prevo is super busy, and you’re thankful for it. You don’t want Corey to ask you about the party in person. You haven’t actually lied to him, and you won’t do it if he asks you directly, so it’s easiest if you just don’t talk to him all day. He does wander into the front office a few times, but you’re on the phone or ringing a customer up every time and he doesn’t interfere. When 5 rolls around you can’t avoid him anymore, but luckily all he says is that he has to go straight home to get ready. You tell him you do too, and that technically isn’t a lie either. You still have to pack your overnight bag for the pumpkin patch.

“What’s the matter, Kiddo?” Dad asks as you approach the state line. As far as you can see in either direction, the road is flanked by the dry remnants of this past summer’s crops.

“Corey’s on a date with Allyson Nelson right now,” you say.

“Allyson Nelson? How did that happen?” he asks.

“I set them up.”

“Well, why’d you do that? I know I tease you about it a lot, but I was really tickled that you two have gotten so close.” Dad’s always been fond of Corey too, it’s not news to you that he’s a fan of your friendship.

“Yeah well, I’m tickled too, but he’s not.”

“Why would you think a thing like that?”

You shrug and slouch in your seat. “He hasn’t said anything or done anything to make me think he’s interested in me like that.”

Dad laughs and sighs your name. “I think you’ve been a little blind. Corey adores you.”

“Platonically,” you amend.

“Have you asked him?”

“No,” you say quietly.

“Well Pumpkin, I think you found the problem,” Dad says.

“I just… What if that fucks our friendship up? He doesn’t have anybody else.”

“I know Corey’s important to you, but that doesn’t make him your responsibility. He’s an adult. And I hope your friendship is strong enough to handle a little status update conversation.”

“I think it is but I’m just not 100% sure. I really don’t want to lose him.” Your voice cracks.

“So you set him up with Allyson to keep him?” Dad asks gently.

“My brilliant plan doesn’t sound so brilliant when you say it,” you tell him, and laugh a little. “But it’s too late now.”

“Well why don’t you just wait until we get home and tell him how you feel before you decide that.”

Because he’ll already be falling for Allyson by then, you think but don’t say out loud.

Your phone hasn’t had service for basically the whole drive, and you still can’t get anything to load or go through when you get to the motel. They have wifi, but they charge extra for it. In a way you’re relieved. You don’t want to know how it went yet. You just turn your phone completely off and lay in the stiff motel bed, listening to Dad snoring and the endless episodes of Ancient Aliens on the vintage motel TV.

Allyson picks Corey up on the corner, down the block from his house. He doesn’t want Momma to see him getting in a car with a girl. He didn’t have a costume so she brought him a mask. He expected you to be in the car with Allyson, all three of you carpooling, but he’s disappointed to be her only passenger.

At Velkovsky’s Allyson orders them drinks and Corey sips his apprehensively. She tries to get him to dance and the alcohol has lowered his inhibitions just enough for him to reluctantly agree. Surely you’re on your way and he just has to have a good time with a new friend until you get there. Inside his mask he’s overheating, and the alcohol whispers for him to take it off even though he knows it’s a bad idea. But he’s having fun and you’ll be here soon, so he slips it up over his head and drops it on the pool table.

Allyson is pleasantly surprised to see Corey’s face. You were right, he is really cute. He’s sweet too, and of course she knows what he’s been through. It touches her that his ordeal doesn’t seem to have made him hard the way it sometimes feels like her trauma did to her. She can’t help but wonder why you’re not his girlfriend. She’s heard the admiration in your voice when you’ve mentioned him over the years. Maybe she had just been mistaken about the kind of affection you have for him.

Corey approaches the bar to order another drink, leaving Allyson on the dance floor. He doesn’t notice Theresa Allen slumped on a bar stool nearby. Unfortunately, she notices him.

“You!” she says, sitting up. “You just here dancing, having a good time with your friends?”

Corey flinches. “I’m sorry,” he mutters.

“Oh, sorry? You’re sorry!? For killing my son?” She slides off her bar stool to get in Corey’s face. He backs away, trying to find the exit behind him. “I wake up every day and I can’t get past the pain. It kills me, do you understand?” Corey’s back finds the wall and he’s trapped. “No, you don’t understand if you think you can come in here and take off your little mask and have a good time with your friends.”

Lindsey appears from behind the bar and grabs Mrs. Allen, pulling her away from Corey. But that doesn’t stop her from screaming. “The judge might’ve said you were innocent, but I know you! You pushed my little boy because you got mad and lost your fucking mind! Innocent people don’t do that!” Corey finally finds an exit behind him and makes a break for it. Allyson hears all the commotion and turns in the direction of the chaos just in time to see Corey slipping out the door. She rushes after him. “Evil people do!” screams Mrs. Allen. “Evil!”

Corey runs blindly across the yard outside the bar. Allyson follows him, screaming his name. He gets to the street and a car flies past, nearly hitting him.

“Corey, look out!” Allyson shouts, voice breaking.

He stops and she catches up to him.

“Where is she?” he wails.

“Mrs. Allen?” Allyson asks, confused.

“No!”

Then Allyson realizes. He means you.

“She went to Iowa with her dad for that pumpkin patch,” she says. “Didn’t she tell you?”

“No! I thought they were going tomorrow. I’ve been waiting for her to show up. I don’t…. I don’t do things without her.” Corey sobs and balls his fists.

“You didn’t think this was a date?” Allyson asks. She feels a little stung but she’s trying to understand.

“A date!?” Why would he think it was a date? His mind swirls. Traffic rushes by. Suddenly the October air on his sweaty skin makes him cold.

“She told me she was setting us up…” Allyson says.

Then it dawns on him. “Oh,” he says, in a much quieter voice. He takes Allyson’s hand. “I’m so sorry. You seem really cool, I’d like to get to know you better. But I… I’m…”

“You’re in love with her?” Allyson finishes for him.

Corey nods. “I’ve been trying to build up the courage to tell her. I guess I waited too long and she gave up on me.” He collapses in on himself, his already usually stooped posture worsening, broad shoulders almost parallel to the ground. He puts his head in his hands and sobs.

“Corey,” Allyson says soothingly. “Hey.” He looks up at her. “I was surprised too. She’s always seemed to really care about you when she’s talked about you. For like, years. I think you should just talk to her.”

Allyson leads Corey back to her car and drives him almost home, dropping him off on the same corner that she picked him up on. He opens his door, then closes it.

“Hey Allyson? Could you not talk to her until I get a chance to?” He asks.

“Sure thing,” she says.

“Thanks for being understanding. Maybe the three of us can hang out sometime.”

“I’d like that,” she says.

When Corey comes inside Momma is waiting for him. She demands to know the details of his night, but he does something he almost never does. He ignores her. He walks straight up the stairs and into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Momma follows him up the stairs, pounding on his door and yanking on the knob, cursing and complaining. Eventually getting no reaction wears her out, and she goes into her room and closes the door.

Corey lays on his back in bed, bathed intermittently by the red light from the radio tower coming in through the window. He thinks of trying to text or call you but he doesn’t know what he’d say. He kicks himself for not being more proactive. Is it too late now? If you’re setting him up on dates with other people does that mean you’re not interested in him the way he is in you? The way he has been since the spring he turned 21?

He remembers so clearly how scandalized you’d looked when he told you he didn’t do anything for his birthday. How you insisted it was a milestone worth celebrating, even tho Corey had never done much of anything for his birthday except to spend the day even more smothered by Momma than usual. How you’d thrown him a “birthday party” on your back porch with a beer and a snack cake. It didn’t take a lot of effort on your part, it didn’t cost you much of anything. But the fact that you’d cared enough to do anything, to make any kind of deal about it, really mattered to him.

He couldn’t believe the effort you and your dad put into helping his family during the trial either. During the darkest part of his life, the worst thing that ever happened to him, you’d been there. He hadn’t spoken a word to you for months, but he’d felt the same care eating the casseroles you’d prepared that he had felt when you brought him that beer. He mattered to someone other than Momma and Ron. He’d never felt that before. And he’d never properly thanked you.

Now it’s his turn to show you how much you matter to him. He just has to figure out how.

You wake up to the screaming of the old analog alarm clock on the table between the beds in the motel room. Dad reaches over to it and slaps it blindly a few times before turning it off. It’s still dark outside. The TV, never turned off last night, plays an infomercial for some kitchen gadget or other. You reach over to look at your phone before remembering that you turned it off last night. Oh. Right.

You and Dad get breakfast at a Denny’s inside a truck stop across from the motel before heading to the pumpkin patch. When you get there, there’s already a line, but it’s not too bad. The sun starts to creep over the horizon as you wait, and by the time you get in it’s fully light. It’s a gorgeous day. You keep your phone off, trying to just enjoy marveling at how truly giant the pumpkins are, to drink coffee and eat a pumpkin donut without thinking about Corey and Allyson.

At the far end of the field there’s a little platform with several hay bales sitting in front of it. You spin Dad to look in that direction, where some people dressed very conspicuously like cowboys are setting up amps and a drum kit. You pick your way through the mud and the pumpkin vines and sit on a hay bale right up front. You overhear that it’s a country cover band and get excited. This will either be a group of people so genuinely talented you can’t believe they’re playing a show at 8:30 am on a Saturday for a fucking pumpkin patch, or so genuinely terrible you can’t believe they’re playing a show at all. Delightfully, it’s the former, and you manage a whole hour without feeling like you’re on the verge of tears.

When the band’s done, two employees load the pumpkins you and Dad picked onto a big wooden cart and push them to the car. They’re so heavy they make the backseat think someone’s sitting there and you have to buckle them in to make it stop beeping. With the children secured you head home.

Corey dresses in the gray light from the window, picking an outfit that he hopes looks nice. He slips down the stairs, wanting to be gone before Momma wakes up. Ron’s asleep on the couch so Corey goes out the back door instead of the front. He rides his bike to your house. He has no idea what time you’ll be home, but he’s prepared to sit in the rocking chair on your front porch until he has to leave for dinner. The sun rises. He starts getting hot in his jacket, so he takes it off and drapes it on the back of the chair. He’s hungry, but he doesn’t think about it. He has to sit here until you get home.

When you get close to Haddonfield, you finally turn your phone back on, knowing you’ll have a signal and fearing the messages that you assume have been waiting for you all last night and all this morning. Gradually all your notifications load, and there are a lot of them. You hold your breath as you watch for something from Corey or Allyson to appear, but there’s nothing. Somehow that feels like the worst option. You don’t want to cry, so you just close your eyes.

“Hey Kiddo,” Dad says as he turns onto your street. “Looks like you’ve got a guest.”

You open your eyes. At the end of the street you can see someone sitting in the rocking chair on your front porch. Someone in a flannel with the sleeves rolled up, someone with a familiar mop of curly brown hair. Why is Corey here?

“I’ll just go inside and leave you to it,” Dad says as he pulls into the driveway. He parks the car and climbs the stairs. “Afternoon, Corey,” you hear him say as he unlocks the door.

“Sir,” Corey replies, inclining his head in Dad’s direction.

You sit in the car. When the front door closes Corey stands from the rocking chair and walks to the edge of the porch. His jacket falls off the back of the chair, but he doesn’t react. You make eye contact with him from the passenger seat. You can’t read his face. Why did he come here instead of trying to call or text you? How long has he been waiting? You open your car door, and he comes down one step. Your heart pounds in your ears. You get out of the car and close the door.

Corey comes down the rest of the stairs and crosses the driveway in three huge strides to pull you into his arms. He gets to you so fast his momentum almost knocks you over, but his arms keep you upright. You hold your arms out awkwardly, startled and confused, before relaxing into his embrace. He nuzzles his face into your neck, holding you like he can’t believe you’re real, like if he lets go, you’ll disappear. Your knees go weak at the amount of affection, getting from him what you’d always wanted but barely dared to imagine.

The hug goes on forever, but when he pulls back, it feels painfully short. He takes a single step away from you.

“Why did you do that?” He asks, and his voice sounds wounded. That wasn’t the emotion you were expecting at all, and suddenly you feel extremely guilty. You can’t look at him. “Why would you think I wanted that?”

“Because I… I just thought…” You begin to sob.

Corey takes your face in his hands, gently making you look at him. He uses his thumbs to wipe the tears off your cheeks, despite those that fall from his own eyes. “I’ve wanted to tell you, but I thought you already knew.”

“Knew what?” You say, voice creaking.

“That I love you,” he says. “I’ve been in love with you the whole time.”

You half sob half laugh. “I love you!” You say. “But I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Corey pulls you back into his arms.

“Is Allyson mad?” You ask.

“No. She understands.”

You reach up to Corey’s face and wipe his tears from under his glasses. “Wanna come inside?”

“Please,” he says.

You hold hands as you ascend the stairs to the porch. Next time you hang out after work it will be a date. Before you open the door, Corey leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips. The first of many to come.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends #corey cunningham fluff #mine #ask

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sandy-the-glader · 2 years

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can we have number 5. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.” w/ corey cunnigham? it gives me hide and seek vibes 😉

I just love this idea so much

Be quiet!

Pre-Accident Corey Cunningham x Fem Reader

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Summary: You and Corey get heated during a game of hide in seek..

Warnings/contains: Smut, semi-public? (Chance of getting caught), (Sub) Corey, (Soft dom) reader, just really fluffy smut, friends to lovers stuff, hair pulling

Word count :1.4k

A/n: Sorry if the format is weird I’m writing part of this on my phone and part on my computer. I took too much time to write this. Also i apologize if this isn’t the best i don’t have a lot of experience with writing smut I'm more of a reader.

“So your telling me….” Corey was crouched down looking at the 10 year old, he was obviously tired. “You don’t want to watch tv, read, play board games, or make snacks. So what do you want to do?” He was slowly losing patience with the child.

You wanted to clean up the house. You guys already had made such a mess around doing all these things. Pillows were flung from off the couch, Shoes were tossed and thrown by the door and even the kitchen. The girls mom ordered pizza before hand for her daughter of course but was also nice enough to get a box for us. So there were cups and plates all over the table. Some still had drinks/Food in them.

It almost looked like someone threw a frat party rather than a couple of babysitters and a 10 year old.

You and Corey have been babysitting together since you both were teens around 16 or so. And you’ve been friends for a even longer time. This was something you’d always do together more than separate and alone. Handling certain kids alone is a complete nightmare. I mean for you at least Corey is fantastic with kids it’s insane how he talk’s to them so well.

It’s just a little temporary job to make money till we find something more permanent. I mean we still ride our bikes to each person’s house we babysit. And besides a more permanent job we still wanna go to collage too. Feels like so much work in so little time. Corey want’s to do some nerdy engineering stuff but, I still really don’t know what I want to do.

“Hide and seek.” The little girl smiled. You were sat on the floor next to Corey, you smiled at her wholesome face. Corey finally cracked somewhat of a smile considering his small success with making the kid finally make up her mind. Corey could never turn down a game of hide and seek. He’s just too good.

“Come on Corey hide and seek.” You chuckled, both standing up. “What if you count to 30 or so and we go hide?” That would provide a tad bit of time for us to be alone. Babysitting is tiring as hell.

“Okay.” She agreed. She turned around facing a wall and placed her hands over her eyes. She began counting which made you and Corey quickly look for a place to hide. You turned in circles looking all over before you came to a stop when seeing the stairs. You pointed your thumb to the staircase and he nodded of approval before he followed after. You guys take games of hide and seek very seriously.

You both carefully made it upstairs without too loud of a noise. It was easier when you had only socks on to cushion any creak or thump we could have made. You decided the guest room would be a great spot since it was farther away from the stair case and also farther from all the other rooms. You hurried in there and made it to closet. You slide the door to the right and made it in. Corey slipped in right you and smiled with a thumbs up as he closed the door. It was bare. Nothing but extra hangers but at least you and Corey had space. And by space you guys barley had a inch between each other when shoulder to shoulder.

“How long do you think it will take for her to find us? I mean her house is sorta big.” You whispered. That was a pro to some kids you guy’s baby sat. Some family's were rich which meant a better pay and sometimes food like what we got today. We always had kids to baby sit which i was surprised since it’s Haddonfeild.

Corey paused for a second to think about the question. You guys were facing each other so you both had more space to even breathe.

“Maybe 10 minutes depending on how long it takes her to get through the downstairs and then you know all the other rooms up here.” His mind thought out everything even though it may be unnecessary. Corey looked over to you his brown eyes were soft and caring. Easy and gentle. You guys were so close. So close.. Your faces inched closer, and closer. His eyes were now closed and so were yours.

You don’t know who kissed who first but it didn’t matter. Not baby sitting, Not breathing, all of it didn’t matter. Not right now anyway. All you could do was concentrate on was Corey’s soft pink lips pressed against yours. Like they were meant to be together.

His kisses were messy and rushed. We didn’t have much time anyways. His glasses became fogged and the closet quickly became hot. Your hand quickly reached to tangle with his curls. His hands snaked around to your hips.

Thought’s swarmed your head. Would this ruin our friendship? Would it be awkward? Or would everything work out?

Corey tried to thrust his hips upward to connect with you but you kept them down which made him let out a whimper against your lips. A feeling went through your body at that moment. You needed to hear those noises again. Your both broke apart breathless.

Pants were quickly discarded along with your sweater you’d worn because of the colder weather approaching. The only thing guarding you from one another was your underwear.

Never in your mind you thought you’d be in a closet fucking your best friend. Considering we didn’t have much time either. You moved his glasses to the top of his head. Him without his glasses was a sight that never failed to be beautiful.

Corey was melting under your gaze. He looked disheveled and messed up already and you’ve barley started.

“Is this okay?” You whispered into his ear. He let out a sound of agreement. You both traveled to the floor, Corey was on his back looking up at you. You felt like a angel just hovering up over his crotch. You slipped his white boxers off and you moved your underwear to the side. Your hands were pressed against his chest.

Corey wasn’t ready for the amount of pleasure you were about to give him. You slammed down on his cock and he let out a loud choked moan out.

“Shh.. You’re gonna have to be quiet.” You placed a hand over his mouth. “Wouldn’t want her to hear us now would we?” You teased. “Try telling that to her mom.” You laughed before letting out a hissed moan as he hit so deep inside you. You felt him throb inside you.

Your hands traveled back to his hair giving it a firm tug. You kept bouncing up and down on him making him even more needy than ever.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moaned quietly this time, from under you as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet you. His moans and whimpers had you wetter than before. He gripped your hips so hard as if you’d leave him. If it was a dream.

He was so unbelievably needy his hips felt like they were moving in their own. Like he has no control. You just felt too damn good.

It didn’t take him long before he felt his orgasm approaching. Corey let out another little array of moans as he started to get closer and closer to the edge.

“You gonna cum for me Corey?” You leaned over to whisper in his ear. Each bounce and each thrust got more and more powerful. You weren’t too far behind. Chasing after your own as well.

“Yes- oh! Yes.” He moaned. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna..” He panted. you bounced until your finally reached your high letting out a small “Fuck…” You removed yourself from his cock and stroked him until he released on his stomach.

You both took heavy breaths in and out. You pressed your forehead to his and gave him a kiss. You felt his lips quirk upwards as he smiled into it.

“Thank you.” He spoke shyly.

“Anytime Corey.” You kissed his cheek.

“Hey core?” you sighed.

“yeah?”

“I love you.” You brushed his hair from out of his face before you grabbed your sweater from the small pile of clothes that has been discarded earlier. He smiled softly at you.

“I love you too.” he kissed your forehead. You both quickly got dressed before she could find you.

After you both got your pants on you heard the girls foot steps rush into the room as if on time. You heard her shuffle through things before she pulled open the closet.

“I found you guys!” She giggled.

“You sure did!” I smiled at her.

“You guys look really red!”

Tags: @wolvesandvampires

#corey cunningham #rohan campbell #Halloween ends #Corey Cunningham smut #he’s just a baby girl #mwah #smut

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wtchystuff · 2 years

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Dating Corey Cunningham would include… :

I saw Halloween ends and I instantly became attached to Corey. So I wanted to post this for everyone who fell in love with him. And I also want to put it in the record that I’m obsessed with him before everyone becomes obsessed with him

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

- Him always saying you’re too good for him

- Bandaging his wounds up after he gets jumped

- Playing with his curls

- He always looses his glasses and you always find them for him

- Wearing his clothes. From his leather jacket to his sweaters and flannels

- He always gives you his clothes so you don’t get cold in the changing seasons of Illinois

- Curling up and watching movies together

- Telling off his mom as she gets too controlling over him

- His dad really liking you though

- Motorcycle rides, obviously

- Holding hands wherever you too walk together, mainly so he can keep you close

- You carry a blade on you in case anyone jumps him

- Sitting in the lot while Corey works on cars to keep him company

- He always gets you small gifts whenever he sees something that makes him think of you

- Whenever he has a bad day, you get him chocolate milk and his favorite snacks to make him feel better

- Lots of making out

- He calls you: Angel, baby, babygirl, sweetheart, honey, my love

- His love language is physical touch. He loves cuddling, hugs, small kisses, playing with your fingers, putting an arm around you, everything

- He would much rather spend time with you privately than go out on dates.

- He prefers quieter dates to louder and more public ones. Like going out to dinner or a movie rather than going to a bar together

- You get so protective of him. If anyone looks at him wrong, they get death glares from you

- Whenever he gets jumped, you wish you could kill the person who did it.

- He’s definitely a hufflepuff

- Cute couple Halloween costumes but not generic

- He keeps a picture of you in his pocket and somewhere on his motorcycle. You keep a picture of him in your phone case or your wallet

- Sweet texts to remind you he loves you

- You text him to get home safe and that you need him there with you to encourage him to be careful

- Dancing to the radio like dorks in the kitchen

- In the bedroom he is so sweet and loving

- Worshiping you every chance he gets

- He loves you being on top

- Definitely marks you with love bites or with hickeys

- Cuddling is always a must after and lots of pillow talk

- He always asks “What do you like?” Or “how do you like it?”

- Giving him a bracelet to remind him of you

- Wearing his rings

- He always will fix your car. Making house calls

- But he does expect “payment”

- Which you happily give him

- Going on long drives then making out in your car

- Him: “If Micheal comes back, I promise I will protect you from him.”

Maybe I’ll post some imagines if you guys want me to as well

#corey cunningham #halloween ends #rohan campbell #I love another psycho #I don’t want to fix him

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websterss · 2 years

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𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝟐/𝟐 — 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: After that Halloween night, you have to wait a whole year to touch and hold Corey again.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, fluff, mentions of death.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,142

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Corey Cunningham x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

You had imagined how your Halloween night could have gone, but you never would have guessed receiving a call from Corey’s mother crying how he had been arrested for manslaughter. You could have laughed right then and there when you heard her speak into the phone, but after further explaining that Mrs. Allen’s son Jeremy was dead. The brat you had mocked and gotten angry with for taking Corey away from your traditional night of horror films. Well, it felt like a massive slap across the face, and now the repercussions were being faced by Corey.

You weren’t prepared for the aftermath that struck. After Michael Myers disappeared, everyone shifted their fear and hatred towards your best friend. Someone who you knew to be good and pure hearted. Your Corey. Your introverted and socially awkward best friend was now labeled and considered Haddonfield’s new boogeyman, their new freak. It wasn’t fair.

You had reached for the telephone on the hook the same time as he did. You offered a smile as you greeted the dork you loved so much.

“Hey, bitch.” Your tone was soft and not at all harsh. He didn’t need you teasing him while doing a year. He needed you, needed a familiar face, and you were just that.

“H-Hey, stupid.” He teared up. A hearty laugh falling past his lips. You pressed the phone closer to your ear wanting to hear more of his voice. You let your eyes roam, taking in the new bruise painting the left side of his cheek and a cut on his chapped lips. He looked worse than when he did during your last visit. You didn’t want to bring attention to it, no matter how much it pained you. So you averted your gaze north. His hair was an unruly mess of curls. You hadn’t seen his natural hair ever since he discovered hair gel. Yet you knew inmates weren’t exactly living or being treated luxuriously.

“I see you let off on the hair gel.” You teased him. Your free hand played with the cord of the phone. “I like the curls. You should let your hair naturally be.”

“Yeah?” He perked up, subconsciously running a hand through his hair. “I-I was going for something different.”

“Oh yeah?” You played along. “Well, at least you didn’t shave it all off. I don’t think I could handle you without your hair.”

“I don’t think I could either…” He trailed off looking down.

Another thing you had noticed. “Hey, what happened to your glasses?” You slowly scooted your hand against the glass dividing you two.

Corey couldn’t meet your eyes.

“Corey?” You grew worried.

“They broke them…” He finally said.

“They? As in the ones who did that to you?” You couldn’t let it go. Not when he was suffering. You raised your arm higher tapping the spot where your finger aligned with his cheek.

“It doesn’t even hurt-“ Corey began to deny. Shaking his head for your sake.

“Cut the bullshit, Corey. Your pain is valid. If you’re hurting, then tell me.”

Corey slowly raised his head. He bit his lip. Then slowly gave in. His small nod in confirmation was all you needed. You closed your eyes.

“I hate this! I hate seeing you in pain. It’s not fair!” You exclaimed.

“It’s just two more months.” He reminded you.

“Yeah…”

“How are you?”

You looked up and narrowed your eyes. “I’m not the one behind bars Corey. I’m okay, really. How are you?” Here you were doing your avoidance thing. You weren’t here to talk about you.

“No seriously, tell me anything. It’ll make my day. What did you eat for breakfast?” He leaned foward pressing his head on the glass.

You sighed. “Breakfast?”

“Mmhm.” Corey nodded, urging you to go on.

“You know those chocolate chip pancakes with the-“

“Whip cream and syrup. God, that sounds so good!” He beamed. “You’ll have to make me some when I get out.”

You nodded furiously. Tearing up as you placed your hand flat against the glass. Corey leaned back and placed his hand flat over yours. “I’ll make you all the pancakes in the world…and so much more.” You gave a small smile. “God, I miss your touch. I just want to hug you so bad.”

“Two more months, peaches. Think you can wait till then?”

“We’ve made it this far right?” You beamed. “I’ll pick you up. I may or may not have gotten the car I’ve been wanting.”

“No way!” Corey’s mouth was agape.

“Yeah!” You spent the rest of your visiting hours talking about everything and anything, not wanting to let the conversation die down. You cherished every second with Corey.

Before you knew it those two remaining months had passed and Corey was let out. His heart skipped when the gate slid open and there you were perched up against your car. Your smile reached your eyes as he ran up to you. Enveloping you in a massive hug. His face falling into the crook of your neck. Inhaling your signature scent, and finally letting himself relax. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders pushing him against you closer. Your hands gripped and held onto his locks. You melted into his arms as he placed several pecks on your neck, then a few against your temple.

“Let’s get you home yeah, you stink?”

“Do I?” He smirked. Smelling into his elbow of his blue jacket. Then opening the flap and pulling you into it. You shoved him playfully trying to get away, but you wanted nothing more than to hold him longer. You were at arms length but something in you told you to finally take the first initiative. The first step into what you were holding back on. After a year of not being able to touch and hold Corey. You knew then and there you didn’t want to befriend that feeling ever again. It sucked ass, and now you were given a second chance to start something with him. You reached up and gripped the lapels of his jacket. Tugging them down. Corey followed and sighed as your lips molded together. Corey reached and let his hands roam your body, as you tugged and pulled on him and his locks.

“I meant what I said that night…” You pressed a hand on Corey’s chest to stop him in the midst of chasing your lips. “You’re mine.”

“Yours?” He hummed in amusement.

“I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t. I promise you.” Satisfied with his response. You smirked, leaning forward to tug on his bottom lip. Corey tried to take a nip of yours, but you only teased and made him chase you some more.

“No more brats, okay.”

“No more brats.” He agreed, melting in your arms as he pressed your waist against your car’s hood.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x fem!reader #corey cunningham imagines #corey cunningham imagine #corey cunningham oneshot #corey cunningham x reader #hallowen ends #halloween ends imagines #my gif #writings by juls

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vikkirosko · 9 months

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Masterlist Single character

📞 Billy Lenz ☎️

Billy Lenz x fem!Reader headcanons Poor eyesight

🔥Brahms Heelshire 📋

Night visit

Brahms Heelshire x male!Reader headcanons

Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons Childhood friend

🧢 Bo Sinclair 🧰

Tattoo

Beauregard

Bo Sinclair x Reader headcanons A ray of sunshine

🕯Vincent Sinclair 🎨

Wax sculpture

Vincent Sinclair x Reader headcanons A ray of sunshine

🐕 Lester Sinclair 🛻

Lester Sinclair x fem!Reader headcanons Lonely traveler

Lester Sinclair x Reader headcanons A ray of sunshine

🔪 Michael Myers 🎃

Unsanitary conditions

Michael Myers x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

🔪 Corey Cunningham 🤡

👻 Billy Loomis 📞

Secret call

Billy Loomis x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

👻 Stu Macher 🔫

Stu Macher x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

Fight with parents

🪓 Jason Voorhees 🏕

Jason Voorhees x Reader headcanons Childhood friend

Jason Voorhees x Reader headcanons Height difference

Jason Voorhees x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

🥩 Bubba Sawyer 👔

Bubba Sawyer x fem!Reader headcanons Love at first sight

🥩 Thomas Hewitt 🔨

Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader headcanons Pregnant wife

🔑 Norman Bates 🔪

Norman Bates x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

🕯Charles Lee Ray | Chucky 🔪

Chucky x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

🚬 Tiffany Valentine 💘

#masterlist #Slashers #Slashers x Reader #Slashers headcanons #Slashers Oneshots #Black Christmas #Halloween #Scream #House of Wax #The Boy #Friday the 13th #Psycho

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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will you make a masterlist for all of your fics?

ITS FINALLY HERE !! Get ur vibrator & a bucket of popcorn for this wild ride 😁 It’s probably not everything but it’s most, srry :( some r drabbles, some r not

There will be more to come!

Bunny’s Masterlist ♡

Warning: contains 18+ themes

(read content warnings pls!!)

Scream (Ethan Landry, Chad Meeks Martin, Amber Freeman):

Perv! Sub! Neighbor Ethan with bimbo! Reader (smut)

Camp Counselor! Ethan Landry bending you over a picnic table and fucking you raw (smut)

Sub! Ethan and bimbo! Reader going down on each other <3 (smut)

Fucking stepbrother! Ethan Landry on a camping trip (smut)

Subby himbo Ethan (smut)

Ultraviolence- Stepbrother! Ethan Landry feat. Chad Meeks Martin (not completed yet) (mostly smut w/plot)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sub! Chad meeks Martin only wanting to please you (smut)

Mutual masturbation with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)

Somnophilia with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)

Getting caught being with Stepbrother! Ethan Landry (angst)

Lactation kink with Ethan (smut)

Ethan marking you with his cum (smut)

Getting punished by Ethan and Chad (smut)

Service top Chad with sub! Ethan and reader (smut)

Ethan tied up and overstimulated (smut)

Knifeplay with sub! Ethan (smut)

Pegging Ethan (smut)

Chad and bimbo! Reader teaching sub! Ethan how to give head (smut)

Bimbo! Reader using a fleshlight on sub! Ethan (smut)

Sub! Ethan Headcannons (smut)

Dom! Reader with sub! Ethan and brat! Chad (smut)

Helping sub! Ethan relieve stress (smut)

Overstimulating sub! Ethan while riding him (smut)

Blowing Ethan in his knight costume (smut)

Perv! Ethan x bimbo! Reader (smut)

Somnophilia with Stalker! Ethan (smut)

Soft dom! Ethan and soft sex (smut)

Ethan with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut)

Chad and Ethan taking turns with sub! Reader (smut)

Sub! Ethan getting rimmed & pegged (smut)

Knifeplay with Amber Freeman (smut)

“stepbrother I’m stuck” trope with Ethan (smut)

Ethan wearing your underwear <3 (smut)

Dark! Ethan Landry Headcannons (smut)

Vampire! Ethan Landry x Werewolf! Chad Meeks Martin x reader (smut)

Outer Banks (Rafe Cameron, Pope Heyward, Barry)

Obx Porn Links

Dark! Rafe Cameron Headcannons (sfw & nsfw)

Best friend! Rafe taking your virginity (smut)

Sub! Rafe (smut)

Rafe with a crazy reader (mentions of sex)

Rafe brainrot (smut)

Stepbrother! Rafe comforting reader (hinted smut, fluff)

Barry with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut involved)

Gunplay with dom! Barry (smut)

Spiderman! Pope hcs (sfw & nsfw)

Barry kidnapping cameron! Reader (smut)

Dark! Rafe Headcanons (smut + sfw)

Florida Kilos— Rafe Cameron x fem! Best friend! Reader (smut w/ plot)

Part 1

Predator/pray kink with rafe (smut)

stepbro! Rafe fluff :)

Fear Street (Tommy Slater and Nick Goode)

older! Nick Goode + fucking you in his office (smut)

Kissing Tommy for the first time (no smut)

Sweet Serial Killer - Younger! Gf! Nick Goode x reader

Part 1

The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair, Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Reaper Ash)

fucking switch! Finnick in the arena while everyone watches (smut)

Coriolanus with a breeding kink and an escort! reader (smut)

Virgin! Coryo fucking Sejanus’ girl (smut) pt 2.

angsty reaper ash blurb (smut)

Sejanus + size kink blurb (smut)

coryo + jealous reader blurb (smut)

Cowboy! Coriolanus au (smut)

Angst + dark coryo & plinth! Reader (smut)

munch coryo x maid! Reader (smut)

virgin! Coryo blurb (smut)

Sub! Coryo fucking his way up to the top (literally) (smut) pt 2

The Last of Us (Joel Miller)

Somnophilia with dark! dbf! Joel + grinding (smut)

Avatar (Jake Sully)

size kink with Jake (smut)

House of the Dragon (Aegon Targaryen)

sub! Aegon with Aemond’s wife (smut)

Halloween Series (Corey Cunningham)

blurb of giving Corey head <3 (smut)

The Lost Boys (Star)

a cozy night with star <3 (smut)

Spider-Man (Miguel O’Hara)

Miguel taming you (smut)

American Psycho (Patrick Bateman)

Patrick x trad goth! Bimbo! Reader (smut with some complicated feelings)

Saw (Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young)

night terrors and handjobs (smut with angst)

mark coming home to his lover (smut)

Cockwarming with Mark + a threeway with Strahm (smut)

a little psycho! Fem! Reader x Adam blurb (smut)

dom! Adam (smut)

yandere! Mark blurb (smut)

eating out dom! Amanda (smut)

Hayden Christensen (Anakin Skywalker)

spanking with modern! Punk! Anakin (smut)

Insatiable (aka, dbf! Neighbor! Anakin and his many affairs with you) — masterlist (smut with plot)

Dbf Anakin! + flashing + milkshakes = fucking (smut)

Anakin x overwhelmed reader blurb (smut)

Anakin + reader with bad memory (fluff)

Dbf! Anakin + religious reader (smut)

Queen of the Damned (Lestat De Lioncourt)

bath scene with sub! Lestat & reader (smut)

Fnaf (Mike Schmidt)

Mike nsfw headcanons (smut)

small lil Mike x succubus blurb (smut)

#bunny’s masterlist ੈ✩‧₊˚#masterlist #outer banks #obx #scream #scream 6 #scream iv #ethan landry #Chad meeks Martin #rafe Cameron #barry (outer banks)#p. links

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alittlebitofeverythingtbh · 2 years

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Through the Window

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, consensual non-con elements, knife play, breaking and entering, Corey being a sap but also evil, etc

Authors Note: I use canon elements but also throw them out at will. Don’t ask my timeline for these fics LMFAO but this is part two to my previous Corey smut fic :) Happy Halloween!

Your mind often went back to what Corey said just the other night while you were watching horror movies with him. The way you remembered his hand and mouth on you sent chills down your spine. It hadn’t gone any further than that, as Corey went back to the film after he was done. Leaving you wanting more.

And he knew it, too. Saw you were worked up from what he had done to you. That dark look he had that night didn’t disappear, but sometimes wasn’t very noticeable. Something had changed in your loving boyfriend, you could see it. It scared you at times. At others, it left you craving him.

You found yourself yet again side by side with him on the couch, half expecting him to touch you again. But he didn’t, his eyes never leaving the screen. Maybe he didn’t want to finger you to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? You couldn’t help but press your thighs together at times, trying not to think of how good his lips felt against you.

Corey noticed this, noticed how squirmy you were. And he hadn’t even done anything to you. If that wasn’t a massive ego boost, he didn’t know what was. While it appeared he was watching the movie, he was instead plotting a way to get you underneath him. To get you to scream and beg for him, finally giving you all that he promised you.

Eventually the movie ended, and the popcorn you had warmed up was pretty much gone. You watched as Corey went to get up, “I’ll be right back. Bathroom.” You nodded as you got up to put the movie back in its plastic holder. You began to clean up the popcorn bowl and the separate bowls you had both eaten from. Usually Corey helped, but you didn’t mind. Were you really gonna blame him for having to go to the bathroom after such a long movie?

A few minutes later and he came downstairs, a mischievous look in his eyes that you noticed immediately. “Alright Corey, what did you break?” you joked. He laughed, “nah, I didn’t break anything. I swear.” You shrugged as you went back to cleaning up, him joining to help you. You wanted to know why he had such a look on his face, but didn’t question it. Knowing him, he probably dropped something and you would find it broken later that night.

Corey was already grabbing his coat off the rack and moving towards the door, “I had a lot of fun tonight. I really am glad someone appreciates horror movies as much as me.” You grinned as you joined him at the door, “me too.” He pushed away some hair that had fallen into your eyes as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. Corey’s kisses were always so sweet and gentle. A voice in the back of your mind wondered what a rough kiss from him would feel like. Would he bite down on your lip? Moan into your mouth?

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he asked, pulling away a bit. You nodded, “more movie time?” He chuckled, “yeah maybe. I’ll start bringing mine over and we can combine the piles. More options.” “I like that idea,” you said. He kissed you again gently before giving your nose a kiss as well, earning a giggle from you. Corey grinned as he left your house.

You watched him go before shutting the door. Looking at your phone you realized just how late it was, letting out a groan. “Jesus, it’s almost one?” You locked the door and went to your room for clothes before making your way to the bathroom. A shower sounded so nice right now.

In your desperation to get some good sleep, you failed to see that your bedroom window was slightly opened.

Now wearing some comfy pajama shorts and one of the shirts you stole from Corey last month, you were ready for bed. You set a glass of water on your bedside table and plugged your phone in. You soon settled into bed, pulling your top blanket against your chin. Exhausted from how late it was, you drifted off a lot faster than you expected.

You awoke, however, soon after to the sound of something in your room moving. Cursing yourself for being a light sleeper, you blinked away sleep as much as you could, looking for the cause of the noise. Your eyes soon locked onto the now open window, a chill going down your spin. You don’t remember ever opening it as you found it quite stubborn to mess with. You shakily got out of bed, searching in the dark for a weapon. You felt someone move behind you, a hand grabbing your arm. You let out a scream as the hand darted to your mouth, stifling the sound. You felt the cold metal of a knife against your throat as you whimpered in fear against the hand. “Shhhhh,” the man whispered, “keep still.” Due to your fear, you failed to realize who it was.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he continued, “so don’t scream, even if you sound so cute doing so.” You felt tears prick your eyes as you slowly nodded, wondering what the fuck was happening. The man let go of you before moving in front of you, pinning you to the bed. You looked up your intruder, only to see a scarecrow Halloween mask peer down at you. You let out a sob in fear, turning away. The man quickly realized you weren’t playing along with the scene, and were actually scared. The mask came up briefly as he moved it, and in the dark you could see a familiar pair of brown eyes staring down at you. “Corey?” you whimpered out, everything dawning on you in a matter of seconds. His hand came to your cheek gently, “sorry baby. I didn’t think it would scare you that bad. I’m so sorry,” and he genuinely did sound sorry. “Next time, Core, maybe tell me before you break into my house?” you suggested with a small laugh. Now knowing who was behind it all, that desire you had pushed down was starting to come back.

Corey nodded, “yeah that’s fair. I’m sorry…” “Corey, it’s fine. Are you gonna finish what you started?” you asked with a small smile. His eyes darkened again, pulling the mask back down his face. He grabbed the knife where he had set it down on your bedside table, bringing it back up against your throat. “You really shouldn’t be keeping your window open,” he growled, “someone could just come in and use a pretty little thing like you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” His fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, the one you had stolen from him during one of your various visits to his house. He practically tore it open, a hand immediately going to one of your breasts and squeezing it. You let out a light moan as he did, causing him to chuckle.

“Look at you, already moaning and I’ve barely touched you. Pathetic,” he growled. His hand reached for your shorts, pulling them down. He noticed the little wet spot on your underwear, chuckling. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re wet? Wonder what your boyfriend would think, knowing his pretty little girl is getting turned on by an intruder,” he said mockingly. You squirmed, starting to put up a small fight, “please no. Please don’t.” “You gonna fight back, baby? Try to push me off? Do it,” he said into your ear. You went to shove him off of you, and you actually succeeded in pushing him to the other side of the bed and onto the floor. You heard the knife clatter to the hardwood floor in your room, and the man cursed. “Oh you little bitch,” he growled. You missed his lunge as you tumbled to the floor, crawling to your feet and running out of the room.

Of course, you didn’t want to actually run away. But you bet that if you did, he’d fuck you the way he promised he would. So you ran across the house, hearing him finally get off of the floor behind you. You could barely see in the dark, and you took advantage of it. You hid underneath the coffee table in your living room, hearing his boots nearing you.

“Hiding are we?” his voice rang out, “poor little thing. Nowhere to go. Don’t worry.” You could hear him walk around the room, searching for you. “When I find you,” he taunted, “I’m gonna break you. Gonna fuck you and claim you.” You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat. Your hand darted your to your mouth but it was already too late. He was grabbing your keg and dragging you out from the table with insane strength. You kicked your leg, trying to fight back, but his grip was far too strong now. You realized he was going easy on you earlier.

“Poor little slut just couldn’t keep her mouth shut,” he growled as he climbed on top of you, pinning both of your wrists to the living room carpet. You squirmed under his touch before stilling as you felt the knife back against your throat. “Good pet,” he chuckled darkly, “so obedient for me.” You whimpered out, feeling both the adrenaline of fear and arousal. “Don’t worry,” he grinned under the mask, “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You felt the knife leave you as he lowered it towards your hips, cutting your underwear apart and moving it away. He could see your slick glisten against you in the moonlight, making him harden even more.

“Look at you,” he said, “all ready for me.” He set down the knife and began to rub circles around your wet clit, growling as you moaned. “God, look at you. You’re lucky I’m being gentle,” he groaned, “otherwise you’d be split open on my cock right now.” He thrust a finger in, smirking as you clenched around it with a cry. He slowly thrusted it in and out of you, working you up a bit before he pushed in another one. Your head pressed into the carpet as you bucked your hips against his hand, urging him to go faster.

He obliged, “been waiting all night for this. Waiting for that boyfriend of yours to leave so I could finally have you all to myself. Does he get you this worked up? I bet he doesn’t.” You didn’t know where the hell he learned to dirty talk like this, but it got you soaked around his fingers as you felt yourself get closer and closer. He knew it, too. “I knew it. Poor little thing needed this so bad huh?” he taunted. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you whined out. “Yeah? You gonna cum for an intruder?” he hissed, “fucking do it. Cum on them like the little slut you are.” His fingers sped up even faster, his thumb circling the top of your clit harshly. It wasn’t long after that you came with a cry of his name.

He slowly overstimulated you as you came down from your high before lifting his fingers up to his mask, moving it aside to have a taste of you. He let out a light moan as he sucked his own fingers before tearing the mask off. Even in the dark, you could see his dark brown eyes staring down at you as if you were prey and he was the hunter. You finally got a good look at his outfit, which was his mechanic suit he wore to work. Why he changed his outfit, you had no idea. He began to zip them down with one hand while the other grasped at his knife again, holding it back up to your throat.

“Such a naughty little thing. You do this for every guy that breaks in?” he asked with a wild grin, “are you that desperate to be fucked?” You couldn’t form any words, so you instead whimpered. That just drove him crazy as he slowly moved back over you, his cock hard against your thighs. “I’m gonna ruin you, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear, “gonna split you open on my cock. You deserve it for being so good.” And with that, he pushed into you. You moaned loudly, squirming underneath him. You had thought about what he would feel like so many times throughout your relationship, often ending up fucking your own hand and stifling your cries with your other. But nothing compared to how he felt right now.

Corey, on the other hand, was trying so hard to not just pound you into the floor. Or cum immediately. He wanted to take his time with you. He slowly pulled out before sliding back in, relishing at your tightness and slick. “Fuck baby, fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so tight for me. Such a tight, pretty little thing.” The knife was once again forgotten as he decided to instead wrap his hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip tight enough to leave a bruise. He set a moderate pace, taking his time with you. He didn’t want to break you….yet.

You let out high pitched whimpers and whines while he groaned into your neck. Both of you were going crazy at how the other felt. He began to bite into your neck, leaving his mark on you as he fucked into you. “Harder,” you whined. The hand went back around your throat, his mouth leaving you. “You-you want me to fuck you harder, baby?” he asked, “want me to break you, huh? Fucking slut…so needy.” He began to pound into you, relishing the cries you let out. “That’s it,” he said, “that’s it, cry out for me. Scream for me. Let the whole neighborhood hear what a slut you are. Letting a man break into your- fuck- your home, and using you.” His hand moved from your hip and went back to circling the top of your clit, desperate to get you to cum soon.

It was working, as you could already feel your climax coming. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” you whimpered. “Yeah?” he asked,” you gonna cum for me? Fuck baby…that’s it. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock. Be a good girl.” With him whispering into your ear, and his cock hitting that perfect spot in you, you came hard. Your hips bucked against his wildly, pushing him as deep as he could go. The tightening around him made him growl, once again latching onto your throat and leaving more marks against it. He moved up and panted into your ear as he chased his own orgasm, “gonna cum inside you. Make you all mine. Claim you. You’re mine, you hear? No one else’s. I don’t want any guys to even look at you. If they do…I’ll fucking kill them.” And with that, he let out a whimper as he came inside you. You moaned a bit at the feeling, pushing your hips up to meet his again. He whimpered again, hips stilling. He panted against you, absolutely worn out. He slowly slid out of you as he looked at your red face, grinning a bit.

“You did so good for me,” he praised, “so fucking good for me.” You smiled, “thank you Corey. Next time though…” “Heads up about the window. I’m so sorry-“ You silenced him with a gentle kiss, “it’s okay Core. You made up for it, that’s for sure.” He blushed and chuckled, “I tried my best.” The two of you slumped to the floor together as you cuddled, with you falling asleep pretty quickly. Corey, however, was planning already.

But this time, he’d give you a heads up.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends

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