#corey cunningham x fem!reader

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HALLOWEEN Masterlist, 18+

18+ smut, fem/afab reader. Please heed fic warnings and respect my boundaries: My blog is strictly 18+ and I do not give permission to make my work into bots, put it in AI, copy, or translate it. Ty for reading! Check out my main masterlist.

MICHAEL MYERS x YOU

⭐ Wreck (4.3k) *NEW 4/4/25*

Michael makes them watch (1.3k)

Skin Alley (1.5k)

Michael's Castle (3k)

Michael in Ambrose (2k) ft. Bo Sinclair

Obsessive Reader

Gas station (550)

MICHAEL & COREY x YOU

Rock Bottom (22k)

Michael makes Corey watch

MM dream / CNC

COREY CUNNINGHAM x YOU

A lift and two screws (4.5k words)

Corey from the yard (3.8k)

Corey from the Yard pt. 2 (5k)

It's Halloween (babysitting w/ CC) (3.5k)

Dominating Corey in a declining mall (2.5k)

Tighty-whitey workout, interrupted (2k)

You wear MM's mask in bed (1.3k)

Giving head while CC streams (900)

⭐ Good behavior (7.5k)

Birthday Wish (2k)

Give In (4.5k)

Hot Topic

Scrapyard

COREGASM

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Requests are open

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(Question/poll of the week)

About me Masterlists AO3 Wattpad Prompts

Who I write for

Horror:

• Billy Loomis (Scream)

• Stu macher (Scream)

• Ethan Landry (Scream)

• Norman Bates (Psycho)

• Tiffany Valentine (Chucky)

• Art the clown (Terrifier)

• Herbert West (Re-animator)

• Jennifer check (Jennifer's body)

• Colin Grey (Jennifer's body)

• Brahms Heelshire (The boy)

• Patrick Bateman (American psycho)

• Ash Williams (Evil dead)

• Mike Schmidt (Five nights at Freddy's movie)

• William Afton (Five nights at Freddy's movie)

• Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

• Peter Rumancek (Hemlock Grove)

• Vincent Sinclair (House of wax)

• Bo Sinclair (House of wax)

• Corey Cunningham (Halloween ends)

• Jim (28 days later)

• Erik Campbell (Final destination bloodlines)

• Ian McKinley (Final destination 3)

• Erin Ulmer (Final destination 3)

• Sam McDonald (Ginger Snaps)

DC:

• Adrian Chase (Peacemaker)

• Jerome Valeska (Gotham)

• Jeremiah Veleska (Gotham)

• Edward nygma (Gotham)

• Johnathan Crane (Batman begins)

Marvel:

• Peter Parker (The amazing Spider-Man)

• Peter Maximoff (X-Men)

Bands:

• Spencer Charnas (Ice Nine Kills)

• Andy Black (Black Veil Brides)

• Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance)

• Frank Iero (my chemical romance)

Cillian Murphy:

• Patricia "kitten" Braden (breakfast on Pluto)

• Neil Lewis (watching the detectives)

• Darren "Pig" (disco pigs)

• Thomas "Tommy" Shelby (peaky blinders)

Richard Harmon

• Tryst (Fakes)

• John Murphy (the 100)

• Alex Taylor (If I had wings)

Kris Lemche:

• Brenden/fridge (alter egos 2012)

Request rules

Do's:

• put what kinda thing you want (smut, fluff,ect.)

• type of reader (GN, ftm, fem, NB {is what I usually write for})

• and any other specific things that you want

• please be patient with me I write for fun and I will get to your requests as soon as I can

Don'ts:

• don't request anything I have said I'm not comfortable writing for (listed below)

• don't be rude to me or anyone on my blog I want to keep a positive space were everyone is welcome!

I'm not comfortable writing:

• Pedophilia

• incest (stepcest if fine tho)

• Piss, vomit or scat kink

• Any thing that puts down things such as race, sexuality, or gender identity, ect.

• (I think that's it)

Devider credit: @strangergraphics

[streets-in-paradise]

Horror Masterlist

Chucky  

Pending Requests - 1

Andy Barclay x Fem Ray!Reader where they adopt GG after they leave Tiffany the end of Season 2 

Requests for this fandom are currently open

Oneshots

Can’t Help Falling in Love with You - Andy Barclay x Reader (female)

A Personal Cheerleader - Andy Barclay x Reader (female) 

Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x Childhood Friend!Reader (female)

Part 1 - Part 2  Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Unwilling Resemblances - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Reader 

Untill Death Tear Us Apart - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Reader, Chucky x (Fem) Reader 

Part 1 - Part 2 

Relaxing Amazement - Andy Barclay x (Fem)Reader (Requested)

Birthday Wishes - Barclay Wheeler Family AU (Requested)

The Touch of an Angel - Feral!Andy Barclay x Reader (Requested)

Child Soldiers in a Secret War . Teen!Andy Barclay x (Fem) Teen!Winchester Reader 

Ready for the Good Times - (post Child’s Play 3) Andy Barclay x (gender neutral) Reader ( Requested)

Even If I Can’t See You - Andy Barclay x Nica Pierce 

Testing the Waters - Teen!Andy Barclay x (Fem) Teen Winchester!Reader 

Dulce de Leche? - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Reader 

Certified Paranoid - Barclay Wheeler Family Au ( Andy adopts the Wheelers AU) + BarclayPierce 

The Original Child - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Ray!Reader (Requested)

We´re Best Friends as Friends should be - (Cult of Chucky) Andy and Chucky centered Oneshot 

The Road so Far - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Winchester!Reader 

Waiting - Andy Barclay x Reader (Requested)

Three times they told you Andy was gone ( and the one he came back) - Andy Barclay x Reader 

Doing the Barbie - Andy Barclay x (Fem)Reader 

Their Princess - Andy Barclay x Reader (requested)

Clothing Thief - Andy Barclay x Nica Pierce 

Risking It - Andy Barclay x Nica Pierce 

Reality Check - Andy Barclay x Nica Pierce 

Drabbles 

Just the Two of Us - Andy Barclay x Nica Pierce

Headcanons 

Andy Barclay x (Fem) Friend!Reader Smut 

Andy Barclay x Witch Reader Dating Headcanons

Showing Andy that you believe him ( Gender Neutral Reader) 

Being Nica’s girlfriend and trying to help her save her family - Nica Pierce x Fem Reader 

Horror Crossovers 

Child’s Play and Stranger Things 

Unlikely Friendship

Stranger Things

Headcanons

Being Dustin’s older sister, a nerdy metalhead, and becoming closer with Eddie and Steve Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Drabbles

Like a Witch and her Familiar - Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader 

Our Shithead  - Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader 

Oneshots 

I’ll Wait - Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader. 

Ice Cream Man -  Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader / Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader. 

The Cheer Factor - Eddie Munson x (fem) Plus Size!Reader 

Friday the 13th - Eddie Munson x (Fem)Henderson!Reader 

Halloween 

Oneshots 

Mutual Promise, Cursed Prophecy - Platonical Corey Cunningham x Sister!Reader /Platonical menthor Laurie Strode x protegee Cunningham!Reader

Headcanons

Christmas Headcanons - Corey Cunningham x Sister Reader 

Friday 13th (2009) 

Hope - Clay Miller x Reader 

Horror Characters Preferences

- How they celebrate Christmas with you ( Includes: Chucky, The Walking Dead and Stranger Things) 

[vikkirosko]

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

Traps

Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons The most common job

Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons The last treasure

Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons Return

Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons Broken

🧢 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 💘

🦌 Hannibal Lecter 🥩

💤 Freddy Krueger ⏰️

[horrorslvt]

Corey cummingham x reader where him and the reader have been together for a while, but he has been suspicious of them, and he catches the reader cheating one day. He still loves the reader and decides just to get rid of anyone who comes between them.

Hellooo, thank you so much for requesting! I don't think I've ever written something like this so interesting experience tbh. Hope you like it. 🫶🏻

Illicit affairs.

Summary: After finding out evidence of the reason why you've been colder lately, Corey decided to take matters into his own hands.

Pairing: Corey Cunningham (post-Michael) x fem! reader.

Trigger warnings: Cheating (???), murder.

Corey couldn't believe his eyes as he saw it. You couldn't do this to him... right? You were his angel. You could do no wrong in his eyes.

You two had been together for two years now, and your relationship had always been perfect. Sure, you two had some ups and downs, but that was normal, right? Every relationship had them.

What was important is that you had always supported each other. You had been with him when his abusive mom put him through hell, when the whole town hated him, everything.

Of course, he noticed how you had grown distant lately, but that couldn't be because you didn't love him anymore or something like that. You were his soulmate.

Though, after around two months of you being colder towards him and your relationship becoming more distant... he decided that he had enough. He had no choice but to snoop through your things to search for what was causing this sudden coldness.

And boy, did he find the reason.

As his rough hands moved on the keyboard of your PC, he found an open tab that had your Instagram account open. How silly of you, so unaware about how inexistent your privacy was.

His brown eyes scanned everything on the screen as fast as they could. Quickly, he entered your DMs... and there it was. Another guy sending you messages.

Well, more than one, but there was one in particular that you were replying to. As Corey entered the chat and read, he noticed this had been going on for a long time. This couldn't be real.

When he felt like he read enough... which to him was the whole chat, he minimized the tabs again and leaned back on the chair.

This couldn't end like this. Corey wouldn't allow it. You weren't like this. It had to have another explanation... it had to be that the other guy manipulated you.

Corey just didn't think it made sense for you to cheat. It had to be the other guy getting in between you two. And as any other bump on the road... Corey had to get rid of it. For the better of your relationship.

As you got home, everything was quiet and still. Not the usual smell of food already done and waiting for you (since Corey got home sooner from work every day), no sound coming from the living room, nothing. It made you suspicious, but as you entered the house and you put your purse down, there was a note on the coat rack.

"Hello, angel:

I'll be out for a couple of hours, don't wait for me. There's food in the oven to warm up.

Love, Corey."

You sighed a bit and walked to the kitchen, looking into the oven and seeing a freshly made lasagna. He must've cooked it before leaving.

As much as you wanted to be appreciative... something felt weird. Something was off. Your hand went to the pocket of your jeans, taking out the phone and calling Corey, for no avail since he didn't answer.

Corey looked down at the buzzing phone in his jeans before sighing. God, you always called in the worst moments.

After dismissing the call, he made his way over to the open garden sliding door of your little fling. Corey's steps were soft and calculated, and the knife in his hand reflected the moonlight that entered through the house's windows.

The guy he was looking for had just entered the bathroom, sighing as he looked in the mirror before looking down at the sink and washing his face.

As the guy looked up again, he didn't have time to scream when he saw Corey in the mirror, Corey and the knife being quicker as he sliced the man's neck, making him bleed and fall almost instantly.

Once he was down on the bathroom floor, Corey looked down at him with a sinister smile before getting on top of him and stabbing him in the chest.

"You." Corey said while stabbing the man's chest. "Will learn." Stab. "To." Stab. "Not interfere." Stab. "In relationships." Stab.

Once he was done with the guy, Corey decided to change before coming back home to you. His angel couldn't see him all bloody. He didn't wanna scare you.

After he cleaned the knife and then threw it away, he made his way to the recently killed guy room. Corey roamed through the closet and found clothes that looked like something he would wear.

He changed and then threw his own clothes away before leaving the house and getting on his bike and driving back to you guys shared apartment.

You were sitting on the couch eating and watching TV when you heard the door open, quickly putting your plate down on the coffee table and walking to the entry.

"Oh my god, where were you? I was freaking out, and you weren't answering my calls!" You said walking over to him, your arms crossed.

"I'm sorry, angel, I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly as he gave you a bouquet of flowers. That was unexpected. Yet you took the bouquet and then sighed and hugged him.

Corey obviously hugged back. Now everything was back to normal. His arms tightened slightly around you as you two hugged.

Though as they did, you felt a familiar scent coming from his clothes...

[starryd0ll]

── ☆ 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 + 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

what i write :

Smut, fluff/comfort, angst/with or without comfort. Character x reader. fem & gender neutral reader. dark content such as stalking, perverted characters, etc. non con/dub con. dom/sub dynamics. poly relationships. all my readers are implied as chubby/chubby friendly. Any other descriptions are strictly vague and poc friendly.

what i won’t write :

incest. daddy kink. male reader. piss kink. foot fetish. anything and everything i don’t feel comfortable with.

(anything that’s not mentioned in this category, can be asked for.)

what characters? :

Horror -

| billy loomis | stu macher | ethan landry | bo sinclair | brahms heelshire | herbert west | dan caine | jason vorhees | michael myers | corey cunningham | all of the lost boys |

| amber freeman | tara carpenter | sam carpenter | carrie white | tiffany valentine | jennifer check | ginger fitzgerald | needy lesnicki | maxine minx | lorraine day | nancy downs | sarah bailey | rochelle zimmerman | bonnie harper |

Creepypasta -

| ben drowned | eyeless jack | jeff the killer | hoodie/brian | masky/tim | ticci toby | habit/evan myers |

[cybercore-creations]

🕹Glitch's Master List🕹

Halloween

Corey Cunningham Relationship Hcs

House of Wax

All good things: Bo Sinclair x Gn! Reader

Random Bo Sinclair headcanons

SAW

Fake my death: Adam Stanheight

JJBA

Guido Mista as a Yandere

Kingdom Hearts

To love without a heart: Akusai

MyMovie14

She's my muse: Miley/Cody x Mile

Survivor's guilt: Editor

DBD

"IJKME" Survivor!Danny x Fem!GF!Reader

Reactions to you giving them Affection (The Legion)

COD

Older Bf! Price nudes Hcs

[websterss]

BRATS (1) — COREY CUNNINGHAM

SUMMARY: Corey comes over to your house on Halloween with bad news.

WARNING(S): Fluff.

WORD COUNT: 807

PAIRING: Corey Cunningham x fem!Reader  

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! ♡ Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST | PART 2

You had opened the door and behind it stood Corey with that cute smile of his. “Oh god, what now?” You groaned.

“W-What? What do you mean?” Corey was flabbergasted.

“You’re doing you’re ‘I can’t hang out tonight’ smile.” You rolled your eyes as he brushed past you inside your home. “You’re gonna try and butter me up to let me down easy like always.” You closed the door by leaning back into it. You crossed your arms over your chest as he removed his backpack. He set it on top of the hallway table, unzipping it to pull something out. 

“What?” He scoffed. “I don’t butter you up!”

“Then what’s in the bag?” You smirked. Corey grimaced, looking away nervously. He could never look you in the eye. That was his tell.

He sighed and pulled out a bag of chocolates. A combination of Reese’s pieces and kit kats. To top it off, your favorite drink from the gas station. He guiltly stepped closer to you, showing you his offerings, with those stupid doe eyes of his. “So we can’t do our traditional movie night tonight...” 

“Corey!” You whined.

“Mrs. Allen called me and asked if I could babysit her son, Jeremy tonight!” He looked down at his shoes.

“And you told her no right, cause I’m your best friend, and you love me?” You flail your arms around. 

“I brought you your special snacks, what do you think?” He glanced down at your full hands. 

“You get me this stuff any other day!” You exclaimed. “Corey, no, we were supposed to get fat and eat all the candy I bought.” You looked past him to the set up in your living room. “It’s Halloween bitch!” You smacked him with the bag of chocolates.

“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He smiled at you. “It’s just that I could really use the money. You know I’m trying to save up for coll-”

“College. Yeah, yeah I know, whatever, fine.” You sighed, giving into him. “Go take care of the little brat then.” You stared off to the side. You didn’t want to give Corey the satisfaction that you were letting him off the hook. 

“Thank you...” He sang. Tilting his head to try and meet your eyes. Your stubborn exterior was hard to get past. “Thank you, Y/n.” He cooed as he pressed a sweet little peck on your cheek. Your friendship was known for its acts of physical touch. Your own way of telling each other how much you loved one another. Your hard exterior fell when Corey caught on to you trying to fight off a smile. “There’s that smile!”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.” You laughed, pushing him away. “You owe me five movies.”

“Make it six.” He went over to close his bag, getting ready to leave. You bit your lip, nodding. “I wanted to hang out too.”

“Then don’t go.” You pleaded.

He only shook his head and walked over to you in front of the door. “I already said I would, but I didn’t want to go without making sure you wouldn’t get mad at me.”

“I am mad!” You said with a smile. “One little brat can do fine on his own without Corey Cunningham, on Halloween of all days. You’re mine!” You were only joking around, but Corey couldn’t help but feel his heart skip. He wanted nothing more than to be called yours. Truly yours. 

“Yours?” He smirked.

“Your brat’s waiting!” You opened the door and gestured to him to leave. Corey only laughed at your antics. Your general nature was to be blunt to avoid having to explain what you and him really were. He saw right through you. His question got to you. “Don’t want to ruin your good boy image by being late now.”

“So tomorrow then?” He walked past the threshold onto the front porch. “Seven? Eight-thirty?” He laughed, completely disregarding your snarky comments. “Six movies, and getting fat was it?”

“I hope he’s worth the pain you’ve caused me...”

“Okay, seven movies then.” Corey emitted a laugh. 

“It’s too late...” You looked away dramatically. “The damage is done!” You slammed the door in his face. 

“Three, two...” Corey quietly counted down.

The front door creaked open slightly. Corey titled his head to catch sight of your face peeking out from behind it. He only smiled and waited for you to respond.

“Make it eight o’clock.” You pouted with a grumpy face. 

“On the dot, peaches.” He nodded.

You finally looked up at him. You offered him a smile. “Say hi to your brat for me.”

“His name’s Jeremy.” He started walking down the steps, calling out over his shoulder.

“Whatever!”

“I love you, stupid!” He began.

“I love you too, bitch!” You yelled back.

[looooooooomis]

the darkness, visible

pairing: corey cunningham x fem!reader one shot word count: 7.3k (I am SO sorry) warnings: s m u t (18++++++), oral, tit-play, thigh-riding, teasing, friends to lovers, halloween ends spoilers

a/n: what can i say? he charmed me

masterlist HERE

“When the chaos calls me out And it feel it's like there is nothing I can do I picture you.” picture you // mumford & sons

Friends.

Just friends.

That’s all the two of you were. That’s all you ever had been and while it might have killed you half of the time – most of the time, if you were being honest – that’s all you’d ever be.

Friends.

Chums.

Pals.

But then there were nights like tonight that made all those years of burying your feelings for the man to your right all the more impossible. Nights when you could swear he was sitting closer than normal, so close that his body heat seemed to envelop you from every angle as the two of you sat in your barely lit apartment watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. You could feel the scratchiness of his wool sweater graze yours every few seconds, smell that musky aftershave wafting all around you, and you watched, in mild admiration, as those thick fingers of his tightened into two fists on his lap. The veins in his hands swelled to life with ever clench, steeling your attention instantly as you thought of how nice they might feel circling around your throat, how fucking good they’d feel carved into the flesh of your hips if he were to bend you over the arm of your couch.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought Corey Cunningham was in agony as he sat there, leg bouncing every couple of seconds as he flexed and unflexed his fingers into fists – but you did know Corey. Knew him better than anyone – and this wasn’t out of left field for your curly haired best friend.

Because try as you might to bury your feelings for the man, you knew he was doing the exact same thing when it came to you.

You’d both agreed a very long time ago, a fucking lifetime ago, that you were both better off as friends. It was about a year before the babysitting incident at a New Years Eve party that your friend, Jess, had thrown. You were both drunk, both a little stoned, and both way too tired to play that tired old game of who can bury their feelings down farther that it was all you could both do to kiss each other at midnight. Granted, it was awkward as all hell – there was no magic rom-com movie moment where the pair of you locked eyes and just knew you’d found your person – but instead lasted for all of five seconds before some drunken idiot slammed into you from behind, sending you forward with enough force to completely obliterate poor Corey’s nose.  

It was roughly ten minutes after that incident, as you were bunching a handful of toilet paper into Corey’s face in a lame attempt to staunch the bleeding, when you both silently came to the agreement that whatever that was couldn’t happen again. You two were friends, that’s all you’d ever be, this was only the universe’s way of solidifying that sad fact.

But that didn’t mean either of you had to like it.

And night’s like tonight, where you could feel Corey’s frustration exuding off of him in waves, made that sad pill all the harder to swallow.

The tension between the two of you was thick and, some nights, nights spent holed up in your apartment, watching a movie with a bottle (or two) of wine between you, that tension was hard to ignore.  

You could feel those pretty brown eyes scraping over your profile as the movie played on, feel him shift, every couple of minutes, the slightest bit closer to you, never once allowing those hands to touch you but not willing his body to do the same. He wanted you every bit as much as you wanted him and you knew that.

But that wasn’t in the cards for the two of you, especially after that night he babysat Jeremy.

You could still remember the grit of his voice when he called you from the police station. He’d only been allowed one call and, rather than call his overbearing mother or his father, he’d called you. You were at a Halloween party, one he was meant to be attending when he was finished with that Jeremy kid, but there was a shift in his voice and a certain hitch in his breathing that alerted you to something being seriously wrong.

You didn’t realize just how horrific that something was, however, until it was too late.

You were there when the town turned its back on him, you were there through the trials and through every painstaking moment that the boy you were so heartily in love with dimmed to a dull glow with every passing year. Haddonfield was killing him, it had already eaten him up and chewed him out and now all that was left was to wait for something to take him away completely because people in Haddonfield didn’t forget and they certainly couldn’t forgive the man they’d dubbed the Killer Babysitter.

Your heart had broken for the man more times than you could count at this stage in your friendship. Before that night, Corey’s life has been on the up and up. He was smart, he was almost finished with college, the two of you had talked about moving to Chicago the next year for a fresh start – but then that kid died and, with him, most of Corey did, too.

“You want to go somewhere tonight?” Corey’s quiet voice sliced into the quietude of your living room, snapping your attention away from his hands only long enough for you to peer across at those pretty brown eyes. When you didn’t answer right away, you watched Corey’s lips twitch in mild amusement. “What’s that look?”

“You want to go out?” You asked, raising your brows. Stretching across the couch, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead, ignoring his pitiful attempts to smack your hand away with a small smirk of your own. “You feeling okay?”

“Hilarious,” he mused, catching your hand with ease. You didn’t quite miss the way he seemed to hold onto your hand for a few extra seconds before letting it fall between you. “Allyson Nelson, you know her?”

Confusion pinched at your brows as you gave him a slow nod. “Laurie Strode’s granddaughter, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “She, uh,” glancing down at the bandage on his hand he seemed to chew on his words for a few seconds before his eyes found yours once more. “She fixed my hand up this afternoon and actually invited me to this Halloween pub night thing.”

Corey was testing the waters when he knew he shouldn’t have been and, as he watched your face fall for just a second, a real blink and you’ll miss it type of thing, his stomach fell out of his ass as he watched you smack on a tight, practiced smile before downing the rest of your wine.

“That’s fun,” you mused with that hollow smile. “You should go.”

Corey was quiet as he watched you pour out another glass of wine, watching your face for any indication that you were jealous because if you were jealous then he wasn’t fucking crazy for being so goddamn in love with his best friend. Because if you were jealous maybe, just maybe, all of the feelings he had for you boiling beneath the surface of his skin weren’t entirely one-sided.

“I was thinking about it,” He admitted, studying your face. “But I want you there with me.”

You gave him a quiet snort as you found his stare from above your glass of wine. “Yeah, I don’t think Allyson would love that.”

“Why not?” Corey asked, watching you relax back into the couch. “She asked, I’m sure she—”

“She asked you, Corey,” you laughed but he knew that laugh. It was a stale laugh, one you’d given many men that he’d witnessed over the years and he suddenly wished he hadn’t said a fucking word. If there was anything in this world Corey knew like the back of his fucking hand, it was you. Your expressions, your personality, your defense mechanisms – and this, this breezy nonchalance was defense mechanism number one.

“So?” He pushed out, leaning forward so that his elbows were on his knees. “It was probably just her being polite and—”

You shot him a knowing look which silenced him instantly.

“How did she ask?” You smirked, taking another sip of wine. “Because I promise you, you’re wrong.”

“Over text,” he shrugged. “She asked if I had a costume because her co-worker was throwing a party at that bar on Eagle Street.”

“Text,” you mused with a hum. “So, a girl gives you her number and asks you out and you’re going to look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t think she’d mind if you brought a female friend with you?”

Corey mulled over your words for a few seconds before giving you a mild shrug. “I don’t think she’d mind.”

“She would,” you laughed, putting your glass back on the coffee table at your knee. “I’d mind if I invited a guy out and he brought another girl.”

“It’s not like I’d be bringing you as a date. We’re friends.” He argued but as those words left his tongue and he caught a flash of hurt dance across your face, Corey wished like hell that the ground beneath him would open up and swallow him whole. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”

“I know,” you replied, way too perky. That blasé smile was back in full force as you leaned forward to down the rest of your wine. “We’re friends.” You reiterated, almost a little grumpily before focusing those pretty eyes back on his face. “So, as your friend, I demand that you leave my apartment right now and go get your girl.”

His girl, he wanted to laugh but found such a sensation almost impossible to come by when it wasn’t in reference to you.

“I’m not going to ditch you,” he said, suddenly wishing he’d never opened his mouth to begin with. Desperation began to scrape inside of his chest, as did those vexatious feelings he had for you. They were clawing at his chest, desperate to come out of his mouth so that all those buried feelings could finally, maybe, manifest into something more tangible. Something real.

“You’re not ditching,” you simply said with a hum. “I’m kicking you out of my apartment so that you can go on a date with a pretty girl who’s been through the ringer every bit as much as you have.” You told him, avoiding his stare altogether. “It’ll be good for you.”

You’re good for me, he wanted to say. Hell, he wanted to scream it for all your fucking neighbours to hear.

But he wouldn’t.

Because he couldn’t.

Because Corey Cunningham didn’t have it in him. He lacked conviction, that’s what his mother had said time and time again, and he supposed she was right. Because if Corey had even an ounce of conviction, an ounce of courage inside of his chest, he’d act on those fucking feelings rather than bury them further down with every passing day.

“What are you waiting for, lover boy?” Pushing yourself off of the couch, you grabbed his arm and yanked him up to his feet with some difficulty before grabbing for his jacket. “Go,” you told him, tossing his jacket at him. “Have fun.”

“What about you?” He asked pitifully, not moving an inch as you brought his empty wine glass to the kitchen. Corey’s eyes were on your ass as you walked away; you were in nothing more an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of short athletic shorts and no matter how often he’d seen you in an outfit similar to this, he was hooked.

He wanted nothing more than to yank those shorts down and lick his way up those thighs until finally tasting you the way he always wanted to.

But, instead, here he was. Being ushered out of your apartment to go see another girl.

“Me?” You asked over your shoulder. “I’m going to finish this movie, finish this wine, smoke a bowl, masturbate, and then go to bed.” You flashed him an amused smile as you watched his cheeks redden with the mention of masturbation before tucking your chin into your chest. It wasn’t out of the blue for you two to talk about sex and all things related to it, but it never got old watching the toll it seemed to take on your friend. “I’ll be just fine.”

The images of you splayed out on the couch or on your bed, legs wide with one of your toys between your thighs was nearly enough to kill him. If he had the balls, he’d make a quip about wanting to watch or, at the very least, wanting to offer a helping hand so that you didn’t have to do all the work. He wanted to be that guy. He wanted to be that guy more than anything when it came to you.

But he wasn’t.

“I,” he opened his mouth, tasting the words out on his tongue before uttering them out loud. I want to stay with you. I want to be the one fucking you on this couch, not your fucking dildo.

But no words surfaced.

Only thoughts.

That’s all they’d ever be.

“Hmm?” You asked, padding your way back into the living room.

“Nothing,” he shook his head and begrudgingly shrugged his jacket on. “I guess I’ll go, then.”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, avoiding his eyes one last time as you focused back on the movie. “Go and have some fun, Cunningham. You deserve it.”

In a perfect world, he’d show some conviction right now. He’d march across your tiny apartment, yank you up to your feet and kiss you with everything he had. He’d tell you everything, every little fucking thing he was feeling about you, he’d kiss you and taste you and make you scream for him.

But all he did was stand there, wishing. Waiting for something inside of him to snap to life. For that beast inside of his chest to wake up and finally make its move.

Only it never came and as he lowered his gaze to the ground and made his way towards your front door, Corey managed one pitiful glance over his shoulder towards you only to find that your eyes were on his.

Say it, he demanded. Do something you fucking idiot!

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, shoving his hands inside of his coat pockets.

That sad smile of yours was going to be etched into his memory until the end of time, he was sure of it. But, rather than say another word, you buried it just as fast and gave him a single nod. “See you tomorrow, Corey.”

God, he really was a fucking idiot.

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It was as if he was on fire from within.

Something inside of him, some cloud of chaos, of destruction, a darkness so deep and encompassing seemed to blossom in his chest that morning. At first, he’d been terrified. Horrified, even, of waking up in some sort of sewage drain and when that rude awakening turned into coming face to face with Michael fucking Myers, Corey had never felt such fear in his life.

But it was somewhere after he crawled out of that sewage drain, after barely leaving with his life, and feeling that knife slice into the homeless man who had attacked him, that fear turned into something more. Something much more carnal and familiar than he could fathom. It was as though that beast inside of his chest had been stirred awake that morning which, given that he’d been jumped the night prior, was a feat in and of itself.

But somehow, amidst the bruises and the wounds marring his hands and face. Despite his bones aching from the fall off of the bridge and the pounding in his head, Corey felt alive for the first time since the accident at Jeremy’s house.

His skin felt like it was vibrating as adrenaline rushed through his entire body, waking up the darkest parts of himself that he had buried down so deep for so many years. It was as if the sun was finally shining on Corey Cunningham after spending years and years in the shadows.

He was in the shower when he realized it. Watching the blood seep off of his body and swirl down the drain, Corey knew exactly what he needed to do with this newfound confidence – with this burst of conviction lingering on the tip of his tongue.

Reaching for his phone after he slung a towel haphazardly around his waist, Corey tapped through multiple screens before finding your conversation.

Free tonight?

He typed, hitting send before that resolve left him entirely.

Sure. Swing by around 10?

That beast inside of his chest clawed its way to the surface as he typed his response.

I’ll be there.

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There was a knock at your door a little after ten that evening.

You knew it was bound to be Corey, it was only ever Corey at this time of night, but that didn’t stop you from peering through the peephole just to be sure. You did live in Haddonfield, after all, and, while you were almost sure Michael Myers didn’t exactly knock before claiming his next victim, you weren’t risking it.

But, sure enough, there was Corey. Holding a bottle of wine in his hands along with a small bouquet of flowers that looked freshly picked from the garden your landlord kept at the front of the building.

“What the fuck?” You laughed, swinging the door open. But any and all amusement left you as you took in the battered man before you. “Oh, my god, Corey,” His clothes were clean and it was obvious he made an attempt to cover up just how fucking injured he was, but as your eyes swept over every inch of visible skin, your heart fell into your stomach. Someone had beaten the shit out of him. “What the fuck happened?” You hissed, grabbing his arm to direct him into your apartment. The flowers in his arms were all but forgotten about as you searched his eyes. “Who did this to you?”

His glasses were gone now and while the scratches and bits of dry blood along his lip and hairline should have had your full attention, it was his eyes that held you there. Those gorgeous brown eyes that you knew like the back of your hand, those kind, gentle, patient eyes were dark tonight.

Penetrative.

Sinister.

You couldn’t look away. That sheepish side of your best friend, the poised version of Corey that you’d familiarized yourself with since the incident was gone tonight and, in its place, this. Confidence exuded off of the man tonight and, as you watched him place the bottle of wine on your table, along with the flowers he’d brought with him, it was those dark eyes that held your attention.

“Nobody,” his voice was low as she shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. I’m okay.”

He sounded the same, he looked the same – but there was something different about Corey Cunningham tonight and to say you were intrigued would have been an understatement.

Your intrigue, however, was short-lived as you focused back on the wounds marring his body.

“You’re okay? Corey, have you seen yourself?” You reached forward and gently brushed his hair away from his face to get a better look at the gash that ran along his brow. You winced. “Fuck, you might need stitches.”

“I don’t need any stitches,” he said, not moving a muscle under your sudden touch. The old Corey would have blushed, hell, he would have probably fumbled over some words – but not tonight. Instead, you watched a teasing grin pull at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. “I didn’t come here for first-aid, Y/N.”

“No?” You asked distractedly, glancing around your apartment for the small first-aid box you carried in case of emergencies. When your search came up empty, you sighed and focused your attention back to Corey. Frowning, you crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head. Concern niggled in your belly as you shook your head. “Jesus, look at you. Who did it, Corey? I swear to god, if it was—”

The words died on the tip of your tongue as Corey crossed the small threshold of your apartment with ease, but before you could question him on anything, his mouth was on yours as he backed you into the side of your couch.

Every part of your brain was screaming at you to pull back, to come to your senses and think clearly for just one goddamn second – but you couldn’t.

Not now.

On instinct, your hands tangled through his hair as he pushed you against the couch with ease with his tongue sweeping along your bottom lip.

“What?” Your voice was muffled as you pulled back just far enough to peer across at him. That dark look in his eyes was enough to make you clench your thighs together as warmth pooled between your thighs. “Corey, what the fuck?”

Licking his lips, Corey’s forehead fell against your own as he swept some of your hair behind your ear. “You want me to stop?” His hands were on your face at first, cradling it gently as he ground his hips into yours, and then they were on your neck, holding you close as his tongue massaged your own.

You could feel his cock through his jeans, straining against the material painfully so as your own arousal spread like wildfire inside of you.

“I didn’t say that,” you pushed out, melting into him. “But what the fuck’s gotten into you?” Shivering beneath his touch, you instinctively leaned into his broad chest as the pair of you continue to stand there, kissing like your lives depended on it. “Are you high?”

“No,” he laughed, and kissed the corner of your mouth. “Not drunk, either, before you ask.”

“Concussion?” You mumbled against his lips, working on getting him out of his jacket

“I don’t know,” he admitted with a dark smirk. “Maybe. Does it matter?”

“Yeah, it fucking matters, asshole.” You told him breathlessly. “I don’t want you regretting anything when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

His movements stilled and you watched his brows furl as he seemed to weigh the gravity of your words. “Regret what?” He asked, cradling your face. “Kissing you? Tasting you?” He clicked his tongue and breathed out a terse, shaky sigh. “I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen, Y/N,” no trace of hilarity crossed over his face as he brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. “No chance I’d regret this. You hear me?””

“Corey,” you groused, but your body was losing its battle to remain steadfast with Corey looking at you like that. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

Amusement flashed across his face. “You don’t think I mean it?” He asked, backing you onto the couch so that your knees buckled. Leaning most of his weight on his elbow beside you, Corey hovered over you and bumped your nose with his. “You want me to show you how much I mean it?”

Your cunt throbbed at the promise of his words. Were you dreaming? How was this the same man who blushed at the mention of masturbation the night prior? “I’m serious, Corey.”

“So am I,” he mumbled into the flesh of your neck. Biting down, he could only smirk at the low moan he managed to get out of you before doing it again. His cock twitched. “You like that?”

Just last night, the two of you had been sat on this very couch. The same couch where you’d spent hours talking and watching movies. The same couch where he’d spent hours on hours thinking through this very scenario. Thinking about just how he’d go about kissing you, tasting you – how the two of you could go from friends to lovers and everything in between.

He kissed you with everything he had as he positioned the pair of you into a better angle; one where he could see you up close and personal. Sitting himself up, he yanked you on top of his thick thighs, not wasting even a second to push that silky nightgown up your waist to allow himself full access to that sweet cunt he’d thought about for years on end.

He needed to feel you as close as humanly possible tonight, hell, he was desperate for it. Desperate for you. And, judging by the greedy way you kissed him and the way your hands seemed to knot through his hair and knead into his sweater, keeping him just as close, it was all too obvious to Corey that he’d denied himself all these years for nothing.

You wanted this, wanted him, every bit as much as he wanted you.

Biting down on your lip, Corey’s fingers bled into the flesh of your hips as he slipped his hands beneath the silk of that pretty little night dress. You’d worn this dress around him only once before and he could still recall the way those perfect tits of yours looked in it. How your nipples pebbled and strained against the thin material, drawing his eyes immediately. He’d had that image of you in his head for weeks, after that. Fucked his hand more times than he was willing to admit as he thought of all the ways he could get that dress off of you.

And now, here you were. Sitting on his lap in that fucking dress he’d dreamt about for months on end. He could feel the warmth of your cunt through his jeans, see the pebbling of your nipples knowing he was only a few inches away from being able to taste them on his tongue.

You groaned into his mouth as he bit your lip, but when his tongue ran along your lip, soothing the pain almost instantly, all was forgiven. How could it not be when he felt this fucking good?

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” You breathed out raking your fingers through those unruly curls. “But I like it.”

A dark rumble of laughter crawled out from between those perfect lips of his as he swirled his tongue up the length of your throat. He could feel your pulse jump beneath his tongue, and it took everything inside of him not to come on the spot.

Your entire body felt red-hot as his thick fingers slipped beneath your dress and curled into the flesh of your hips. He was holding you there, not allowing you so much as an inch as he closed his mouth over your pulse point, relishing in how fucking good it finally felt to taste your skin, to feel your heartbeat on his tongue. Feel you writhing, burning for him, as he finally kissed you the way he’d always wanted to kiss you.

All his life, he’d denied himself when it came to you. Denied his body, his mind, his heart.

But never again.

Not with you.

“Your heart’s fucking racing,” he whispered breathlessly.

“Yeah, well,” you breathed out, and when you felt him gently bite down on your collarbone, just beneath your pulse point, you were dizzy with want. “Do you blame me?”

Corey just managed to tear himself away from you only long enough to blink up at you. “You scared of me?”

“No,” you laughed. “I’ve just thought about this for a long time. Never thought it would actually happen.”

Corey’s eyebrows pulled up. “You’ve thought about this?” Something that looked an awful lot like esteem flashed across his face, followed by sheer confusion before you felt him pull you even closer. “About us?”

You wanted to laugh because how could he be so goddamn blind – but you didn’t. Instead, all you could do was run your fingers through his hair again, pushing it back and away from his face long enough to see the damage those assholes had done the night prior. “Yeah, you dumb idiot,” you chastised quietly, placing a gentle kiss to the bruise above his lip. “I’ve thought about us.”

Your tone was enough to make Corey believe you, but it was the effervescent look of pure worship resonating from your every pore that made Corey close the gap between you. He’d been an idiot to ignore his feelings for you. How much time had he wasted running from this? Running from you?

Slowly, as though time meant nothing, his lips met yours in a kiss that sent shockwaves through your entire body. The way the two of you moved against each other, the way his lips felt against yours, the way your hands seemed to just know where to touch the man to make him feral.

There was a fluency between the two of you, an ease that went beyond sense, beyond logic.

It was natural as breathing to hold you like this, to kiss you and touch you exactly like this and Corey couldn’t get enough. Not when you sounded so fucking pretty moaning every time the seam of his jeans rubbed your cunt just right.

Yeah, he’d been a fucking idiot to wait this long to show you how he felt.  

But he’d be damned if he waited another second.

Still getting used to that strange prickling beneath his skin, Corey’s fingers trembled as they pushed the hem of your dress higher up your waist, allowing himself full access to your naked ass. You were in nothing more than a thong beneath that fucking dress and seeing you, feeling how little there was between you was enough to kill him.

“I thought about you last night,” you whispered, biting down on your own lip as you felt him knead your bare ass. “Fucking me on this very couch.”

His cock twitched painfully against his jeans. “While you were touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” you moaned.

“Fuck,” he hissed, reaching around to give your ass another firm squeeze. “I should have stayed.”

You smirked and lowered yourself further down on his lap so that your clit brushed against his jean-clad thigh again. “You’re here now,” you reminded him, slowly sliding back and forth on his thigh. You bit back a moan as you continued to ride his thigh. “And, fuck, baby, you feel even better than I thought you would.”

With a menacing grin, he craned his neck up to capture your lips as you continued to rock back and forth on his thigh. Burying a moan inside of his mouth, you felt one of his hands wander from your ass and along your waist before giving your breast a firm squeeze through the fabric of your thin slip dress.

God, how many times had he dreamt of touching you? How many times had he thought about sucking the very tits he was now groping as you moaned and arched into his touch? He’d rubbed himself raw many a night dreaming about this very scenario and here you were.

Through the fabric of your dress, his thumb rolled over the hardened bud of your nipple briefly before yanking the straps down so that you were fully exposed to him. If he was worried about the fabric ripping, he sure as shit had a funny way of showing it because the second your tits were out of that dress, Corey’s hungry mouth was on your nipple.

Tasting you.

Savouring you.

Between the sensation of his tongue and the feeling of your clit scraping against his strong, muscular thigh, you were in heaven.

But fair was fair.

He was the injured party, here. He looked like he fell off of a fucking bridge, the man needed some TLC.

And you were more than happy to help.

Throwing your head back in ecstasy as he gently bit and sucked at your pert nipple, you reached your arm down between you to unbuckle his belt. Your movements were frenzied, desperate, as you worked on undoing his jeans, and when you finally managed to undo his zipper, you unlatched your tit from his mouth and began to shimmy down his legs.

Corey’s eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them as you settled between his thighs. There was a damp streak on the leg of his jeans on account of you, but you barely paid it any mind as you yanked the material further down his hips.

His cock sprang to life the second it had come loose from its constraints and, as your hungry eyes scraped over his painfully hard erection, he swore to himself that he could have come right there and then.

Your lips were puffy from all the kissing you’d done, your cheeks flushed. And as your chest heaved with each shallow breath, your already perky nipples puckered and teased him to no end. He wanted his mouth back on them, needed to feel the swollen buds on his tongue, between his teeth. He needed to hear you scream for him, beg for him.

He needed you more than air in that moment. Hell, he needed you more than water for most of his life. He knew he should have been taking his time with you tonight, he should try to be gentle – but he couldn’t.

That beast inside of him had gone without for so damn long and tonight, he would feed it.

Scraping your fingernails up his thighs, you smirked and lowered your head to the girth of his cock. You’d thought about how it might feel to pierce you, how it might taste on your tongue but even your wildest dreams paled in comparison to the real thing.

With the flat of your tongue, you licked your way up the length of his cock all the while holding that dark stare. His legs twitched beneath you and his chest, rising and falling rapidly, seemed to hitch with an unearthed breath that caught in his throat the very second you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock.  

“This okay?” You purred with a knowing, teasing smile.

With hungry, half-lidded eyes, Corey watched that pretty mouth of yours take him. Slowly at first, but soon you fell into an easy rhythm as you sucked him off. “Yeah,” his voice was gruff, barely above a whisper. Curling his fingers through your hair, he squeezed his fist together, giving your hair a firm tug as he threw his head back against the couch and whispered, “Fuck, baby.”

If he wasn’t careful, he’d blow his load in your mouth before he got the chance to properly fuck you and he’d be damned if he let that happen.

Corey gave your hair a firm tug and hissed out your name. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”

Releasing his cock with a resounding pop, you raised a single eyebrow up at him and grinned. “That’s kind of the point.”

Without so much as a word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss as he pulled you back onto the couch. His movements were quick, you barely registered the fact that he managed to pin you down where he’d just been sitting, and as you watched him position himself in front of you, between your thighs, your pulse seemed to skyrocket in anticipation.  

You watched, mesmerised, as he tugged your thong down your thighs. At first, he held your stare as he leaned in to place an almost gentle kiss to your sopping mound, but when his eyes, those dark, dark eyes, flittered down to your cunt, the excitement in the pit of your stomach blossomed wholly.

He was a man on fire in that moment.  

“Corey,” you pleaded pathetically, running your fingers through his curls. Your hips thrusted forward out of desperation alone. You needed to feel him inside of you one way or another. “Please, baby.”

That seemed to do it. Something in your whiny tone was enough for Corey to bury his face between your thighs and, fuck, did he feel so fucking good.

A guttural moan tore out of your lips as his deft tongue found your clit and, as he inserted two thick fingers inside of you, you bucked into his mouth and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

Just as you’d expected, the man was a god with his tongue.

He lapped and sucked at your clit as his free hand reached up to play with your exposed tits, taking his time with each nipple as he roughly pinched and squeezed. You’d never felt so hot in your life and your body, arching and bucking into his mouth as he senselessly tongue-fucked you, prickled with a want so intense that it was almost tangible.

It was obvious the man wanted you to come and god did he want you to come hard.

“Corey,” you rasped out, squeezing your eyes shut as that familiar heat began to encroach its way up your body. When he curled his fingers inside of your hot cunt, you nearly screamed. “Corey, fuck.”

“Come for me,” he demanded, the reverb of his voice against your already sensitive clit sent shivers up and down your spine. “God, baby, you know how good you taste?”

You were going to cum. Any second now. You felt that mind-numbing pleasure build up in your toes and up your legs and as he gave your clit another long, desperate suck, you let that fire inside of your belly overtake you.

Your entire body shook as you bucked into his mouth.

Stars danced behind your eyes as strangled moans and breathy whines tore out of your throat.

But Corey didn’t ease up.

He wouldn’t.

He simply continued to lick and suck and nip at your clit as you rode out your orgasm, ignoring the way your entire body seemed to convulse almost violently so. He wanted to hear you scream, hell, he wanted to feel you tremble and shake on account of him all fucking night long.

You deserved to know he wanted this, wanted you more than he could even fathom and he deserved to feel like some sort of fucking god as he watched you tremble on his tongue. No man would ever touch you like this again, only him.  

But that timid man he’d become since that night with Jeremy was still at the root of his core and seeing you fumble over your words as you fought for control of your own body won over as he slowly released your clit and kissed his was up your pelvis and stomach before leaning up to capture your lips again.

You could taste yourself on his lips as you kissed him and as he situated himself in front of you, you instinctively opened your thighs a little wider to allow him entrance. Breathlessly, you pulled away from his lips and shot him a tiny smirk as you reached down to give his dick a firm tug. “Fuck me, Corey.”

He seemed to search your eyes for a moment before giving you a small, gentle nod. He might have been a new man tonight, like something inside of him just…woke up – but that tender look he gave you as he watched you climb on top of his lap was all you could focus on. He looked so…fucking beautiful with his unruly curls splayed every which way and that sheen of sweat coating his bruised and battered skin. You could still see your slick all over his chin and nose, but you’d never seen a more beautiful being as you did whilst looking across at the man beneath you.

“You okay?” You found yourself asking as you swept a blanket of hair back and away from his forehead. Reaching down, you guided the length of him through your wet folds and along your clit before lowering yourself down onto his length.

His words died on his tongue as he blew out a puff of air through his lips and allowed his head to fall back against the couch as he tried to regain control of his body. You just felt so fucking good, so fucking warm and tight, on his cock. He’d imagined this very scenario a thousand times over – but never in his life did he expect it to feel so damn good.

“I’m better than okay,” he chuckled, tugging your already rumpled dress over your head. He tossed it across your small apartment, watching with keen interest as your tits heaved and bounced with every fluid bound you took. “God, look at you,” he mused, full of wonder. His eyes seemed to skirt around every inch of your body, followed closely by his calloused hands, but the look he gave you as those brown eyes finally settled in on your face made you breathless.  “You’re perfect.”

It came out no louder than a whisper but landed like an atom bomb in your chest as you took in the raw emotion all over his face.

Splaying his fingers across the expanse of your back, Corey pulled you closer into him and enveloped his mouth around one of your nipples, watching you through dark and hooded eyes as his tongue lapped and sucked each tit. If he’d known how hot you got from tit-play, how much your body seemed to just mould against him as those tiny, breathy moans filtered around your small apartment – he would have tested the waters years ago.  

God, you were soaked and, fuck, you felt so fucking good.

He’d thought about doing this for years now – hell, he’d argue since he’d laid eyes on you – but even in his wildest, wettest dream, he never imagined that you’d feel this good. His hands held your hips as you swiveled and bounced on his cock. He was going to come soon, he knew he was, but when he watched you reach down and begin to stroke your clit as he was buried inside of you, that was it for Corey.

A breathy moan tore out of his lips as he leaned forward to capture your mouth again, coming undone inside of you, filling you up with everything he had.

Feeling his cock twitch, you rode out the last few pumps before slowly pulling back to peer down at him. “If you think this got you out of telling me who beat you up,” You nuzzled his neck and bit down. “You’re sorely mistaken.”

A slow, lazy grin tore across his lips as you slowly slid off of him, joining him on the couch with your naked chest heaving. Reaching across to cup your pussy, Corey slipped a finger through your wet folds and gave your clit a firm pinch. Your entire body trembled on account of his fingers. “Later,” he promised, leaning in to capture your lips yet again. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

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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.

[toxicanonymity]

Michael Makes Corey Watch

900 | NSFW 18+ variety of dark depravity incl. Forced masturbation / cuckolding

Michael Myers x Fem!Reader, Corey Cunningham

Original: Michael Makes Them Watch.

AU where Michael and Corey meet in a different way like if he was a bystander in Michael's game (rules recapped under 'keep reading'). There is so much cucking going on here.

Enjoy & Happy Shaperil!

Michael's Game (Rules):

Watch or you die

Jack off or you die

Come before Michael or you die

You're running from Michael and end up on the Cunningham doorstep.  You're new to the neighborhood and don't know them well. You've seen Corey doing yardwork and couldn't help but notice him, but his mother keeps him locked up.  Their porch light is on, so you bang frantically on the door.  Joan demands to know what you're doing out so late, until she sees Michael trailing behind you.  She lets you in and locks the door, yelling in her northern accent "Corey!!!!" because Ronald isn't home.  

You're not thinking clearly, so you run upstairs to hide.  Michael kicks in the door while you're still on the stairs.  He immediately stabs Joan to death.  You end up in Corey's room and close the door behind you.  Corey is confused. He's sitting up in bed wearing only briefs and just putting his glasses on. He asks you what's going on, then Michael busts in. Michael grabs him by the throat and holds him for a good 30 seconds with Corey choking, grasping at Michael's hand, and getting hard.  Michael drags him down the stairs while you hide in another room.   There's a bunch of commotion downstairs, then Michael stomps back up and finds you.  Michael throws you over his shoulder and brings you down to the dining room where Corey is tied up, duct tape on his mouth. 

Michael slams you face down on the empty dining room table and starts ripping your clothes off.  Corey's trying desperately to get free, but his efforts only push him back from the table so you can see his whole body. He looks good. You didn't realize how bad you wanted to tie him up and ride him until this moment.  You're startled from your fantasies when Corey's eyes widen as he looks behind you, and you feel Michael's cock slap your ass. A pang of pleasure shoots through you.  It's not that you want Michael, but it's natural to get aroused when you fear for your life, and it's also natural to get aroused by the touch of a nice, hard cock.  

Corey won't make eye contact with you.  In fact, he starts averting his gaze entirely.  Michael is none too pleased.  He drags Corey's chair closer.   Then, he takes Corey's already-hard cock out of his briefs. Corey's face turns red and he tries to look away.  Michael grabs his jaw, turning his head toward you. Then he puts Corey's hand around his cock before returning to the head of the table behind you.  

Michael spreads your legs and yanks you to the edge of the table.  His large hand engulfs your dripping wet pussy and gathers your slick.  He reaches over and spreads it on Corey's cock before returning to you.   

Corey is hesitant to jerk off at first but Michael puts his knife to his throat and makes it very clear Corey must watch and must get off.  

"It's okay," you mouth to Corey.

He still hesitates.  

"Fucking do it," you say. "Please " you mouth.  

Michael's hands around your thighs send a chill down your spine, then you feel the round dagger of his cockhead nudge your warm, wet hole.    

Corey timidly strokes himself. You take a deep breath and pretend it's Corey who's about to ram  into you.  You watch Corey with his thick cock in his massive hand using your juices as lube and it turns you on. Thank God. Because you need to be as wet as humanly possible to take what's coming. 

Michael plunges his unholy length into you.  You groan as he parts your insides.  You watch Corey's mouth fall open and his strong chest fill with air as he strokes himself.  His brow furrows and his lip quivers.  

Michael pummels you unforgivingly, yanking your thighs back like a wheelbarrow as he looms over the dining room table and your body sticks to the tablecloth, sliding back toward him with each brutal thrust.   A traitorous tension coils deep inside you as you pretend you’re getting railed by Corey. 

You want to see Corey come.  You let yourself moan.  You push yourself up on your forearms so Corey can see your breasts.  Michael spanks you so hard your asscheek goes numb.

Corey watches Michael fuck you.  He strokes himself at full-strength, sweating, grunting into the duct tape, wild curls bouncing in his face, tears running down his pink cheeks.  He looks so hot like that.  

Michael’s hands engulf your torso and feel surprisingly nice on your breasts.  He grunts, then Corey groans into the duct tape and you begin to unravel as you watch his hips lift and cum spills out of his fist.  You gasp and moan as the pressure within you springs free.  It squeezes and releases your whole body in waves and you clench down on Michael’s cock, milking him of an unfathomable load. 

Michael comes inside you until you’re overflowing with his seed, then leaves you there. Ronald is pulling into the driveway and Michael kills him on his way out.   

Corey keeps crying and apologizing.   He seems more upset about what Michael did to you than what Michael did to his mother.  You take the duct tape off Corey but think about leaving him tied up. Maybe you'll come back later, maybe not. Maybe you'll have some fun while you're at it.  

@ethanhoewke @rebel-blue @wolvesandvampires

[sochawrites]

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.

[sandy-the-glader]

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!”

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Tags: @wolvesandvampires

[horrorslvt]

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.

[wtchystuff]

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

[ongit0]

The urge to write a fem/not-specific! reader x bottom! Corey Cunningham with a strap