#corpse x reader

[x-reader-theater]

Secret Messages from a Lover

summary: While you're streaming, your boyfriend sends you a message.

pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns are used.)

word count: 670

warnings: none.

a/n: i really just needed to write something so self-indulgent because god i want this so bad. i figured others want it too. i've been so depressed lately that I just need a little fantasy, you know? my requests are open, and you can find my request rules here.

“God, that video is so fucking funny,” you say, pulling your blanket around your shoulders tighter with one hand while the other brings your patterned tumbler with the sparkly straw up to your mouth, so you can drink your water. Your knees pull further up to your chest, which is easily done in your very spacious gaming chair. “OTV never fucking misses.”

You press a button on your stream deck, switching from the video you were just watching to your face, with chat scrolling in the top left-hand corner. You take another sip from your tumbler and pick out one of the comments passing by, scrolling to stop it from moving as you read it aloud.

“Were you on the newest Fear& episode? I was. QT, Hasan, Will, and I just kinda chatted for a bit. That was a good fucking episode, though,” you say with a grin. “Love those guys. QT especially, she’s fucking hilarious. She makes me laugh so fucking hard whenever I talk to her, even if we disagree on Taylor Swift.”

You keep scrolling back down, so you can keep seeing the comments when another one jumps out at you. “Are you gonna keep streaming? Yeah, chatter, I actually just started before that OTV video. I think Toast is gonna invite me to some Pico Park today? If not, I’ll just play some Valorant or something to pass the time. I gotta git good if I wanna beat, well, anyone,” you admit with a laugh, hiding your shame by taking another drink of water.

You see your phone light up in front of you. It’s a Discord notification, which you quickly check on your second monitor, assuming it’s Toast inviting you to the Discord call.

It’s not. It’s your boyfriend, Corpse.

“You look so cute today babe. You look so cosy wrapped up in your blanket and your smile is so bright. I'll never get tired of seeing it. I love you and have a good stream 🖤”

You feel your cheeks heat up at that, and you take a sip of your water to try and hide your reaction. You haven’t told anyone you're dating Corpse yet, and you have no plans on it any time soon, but he makes you so happy you find it hard not to blurt it out whenever you can.

You send back a bunch of yellow hearts and an “I love you too!!!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛”, biting your lip as you type on your very satisfying, clack-y keyboard.

That’s when you get the notification from Toast to join the shared call.

“Ah! Toast’s calling!” you exclaim for the benefit of your audience.

You quickly join the call, the connection sound filling you comfortable, over the ear headphones.

“Hey! What’s up!” you say into the call, getting a couple of “Hey!”’s and “Hello!”’s back.

Then you hear a familiar voice say, “What’s up.”

“Corpse!” You’re grinning at this point as you continue, “I didn't know you were gonna be playing!”

“Uh, yeah. Toast invited me last minute. Surprise?” he says like it’s a bad thing.

“We haven’t played anything together in a while and I saw him online and thought, ‘Fuck it,’ yaknow?” Toast asks and you chuckle.

“Well, it’s good to talk to you again, Corpse,” you say, setting your tumbler down on your desk. He got you that tumbler for your birthday not long ago, and it’s your favourite thing you own. He also got you the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders for your six-month anniversary, and it’s the warmest blanket in your house. You always wear it when you stream because the A/C is always blasting.

“It’s good to talk to you too,” you say, shivering as your heart hammers at his words.

You begin loading up Pico Park, just listening to everyone talk to each other, when you get another notification on Discord.

“I love you 🖤” it says.

“I love you too 💛” you reply, smiling into the camera for just a moment, just for him.

[thefanficmonster]

Vy, do you still write for Corpse Husband?? If so could you write about an neighbours to lovers?

Hi dear!

Thank you so much for the request! You know I love a good neighbors to lovers story 😉

Hope you enjoy ❤

Greetings From Next-Door

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing?

Genre: Neighbors to Lovers, FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse is probably the first and only person to receive a reverse noise complaint

It hasn't been a good morning for Corpse. It's barely been a morning, if we're being honest.

He woke up after three hours of restless sleep feeling more tired than he had felt before painstakingly drifting off at the crack of dawn. He had fifteen minutes of 'morning' to spare before noon rolled around and he dragged himself to the kitchen, swinging the fridge door open to a massive disappointment. Had the scene been a cartoon, a fly would've strayed its way out of the vacant fridge. Then again, using cartoon logic, Corpse could easily draw food to fill the fridge with.

But this is real life. And in real life food costs money that Corpse is strapped for. Grocery delivery is not a privilege he can rely on any longer, hasn't been for a few months even. So every couple weeks, like clockwork, comes the dreaded day calling for a grocery run. And it always starts the same: a vacant kitchen; an attempt to convince himself he doesn't need food to survive; a grumble from his empty stomach disagreeing with him; and finally - surrender.

That's how Corpse just barely managed to usher himself out the door. His all-black attire - accessorized with a black facemask and beanie over which he's also thrown the hood of his hoodie - makes him unassuming, mysterious and unapproachable all in tandem which is precisely the 'aesthetic' he goes for every time he steps foot outside the comfort and safety of his shoebox apartment.

Good thing his kitchen decided to be barren on such a shitty day - rain is pouring down in sheets, the dark clouds are so thick that time cannot be discerned by simply looking up at the sky - it's been the same shade of dark and depressing grey since 6 AM. And Corpse loves it. He just wishes he could have appreciated it from the warmth of his dry and quiet home instead of experiencing it head-on. Not to mention that he's soaked for the most part due to his aversion to umbrellas.

By the time he makes it home with two bags of groceries hooked in each of his hands he feels like he should be wringed out like a towel. The dark curls that are sticking out from beneath his beanie are damp and stuck to his forehead, the mask on his face is soaked and almost impossible to breathe through to the point where he finally bites the bullet and drags it down to beneath his chin. His shoes have a colony of fish living in each one and his groceries are swimming in their bags. But despite the massive inconvenience, his relief to finally be done with the task isn't dampened (pun semi-intended).

However, he's in for a mild infuriation when he approaches his apartment door, keys in hand, and sees a note stuck to the dark wood, the paper ominously contrasting against it.

For a moment, he believes the worst of it - an eviction notice. Is there a valid reason for him to be getting evicted? Absolutely not. Is the landlord and ass though? Absolutely, and Corpse knows the dude is no stranger to the distaste he harbors for him.

He's just about to completely ignore the note for the time being and push into the apartment in favor of drying off and organizing his groceries but an interesting detail jumps out at him from the white page as he goes to unlock the door.

The note is written in cursive in a glittery purple gel pen. Not really the font or format of an eviction notice or complaint, is it?

Corpse pushes the door open, setting the bags down in the foyer before stepping back out to retrieve the piece of paper and read it with far more curiosity than dread this time.

To his surprise and amusement, the note reads:

~ Dear neighbor, You don't know me and I don't know you. But that's irrelevant. I just know you have an amazing taste in music and whatever it is you're blaring in the middle of the night, I'd like you to play it louder so I can at least Shazam it because holy shit do I love it! Keep up the great DJing, neighbor!

PS: Sorry if the letter caused mild discomfort upon first sight. No complaints here! :) I hope the purple ink translated that ~

The relief that washes over him after the third time re-reading the note feels almost like a physical weight being removed from atop his chest and he can finally get his breathing in order. Which then turns into laughter, wholehearted cackling that has him leaning against the hallway wall, groceries all but momentarily forgotten by his feet.

Later that day, in the evening, he does indeed blast the music he typically listens to as motivation and inspiration for his own discography. Despite the blaring speakers, he still manages to hear the three distinct knocks on the wall connecting him to the next unit over. It brings a genuine smile to his face, knowing exactly what it means.

The roundabout way of their communication brings him great comfort. It makes him feel far less alone, the loneliness punctured by the knowledge that there is someone right next door who he managed to make smile if only even briefly.

Thing is, Corpse doesn't want it to end. He realizes that when he finds himself peeking out into the hallway of his building so he can check the other side of his front door for the potential new letter from his neighbor. The realization only sinks in further when he feels the flood of disappointment engulf him upon the sight of the letter-less door.

So, that seals the deal for him. He decides to take it upon himself to not let it end.

It takes him a long time to locate something to write on that isn't a napkin or a paper towel. Even longer to find a working pen. But once he does, he sits down at his computer desk to write a note of his own.

~ Dear Neighbor, Hope you enjoyed the concert last night. Not my typical style to blast music but how can I say no to the Neighborhood Watch. But hey, I don't mind whatsoever - it's the closest thing to a party I've had in years. Seeing as how we seem to share the same preference for music, here's a link to a curated playlist I've been adding to for almost a decade now. There's plenty of hidden gems in there I'm sure you'll enjoy. Feel free to be the one to blast the tunes this time

Greetings from next-door ~

He can't help but laugh to himself as he writes down the whole URL to his Spotify playlist, but even the ridiculousness of that doesn't seem to deter him from his mission.

The next morning, during a teetering predicament of standing on a stool trying to change the lightbulb in the hallway, Corpse hears a laugh echo out in the hallway right beside the door to his unit.

He hops down and takes a look outside the peephole to see what's going on and sure enough, it's his neighbor, having found the note he'd left taped to their door the night before.

He feels a genuine smile spread across his face, a certain warmth flooding his chest. He can still hardly believe he went out of his way to establish communication with a total stranger - something so out of his comfort zone it might as well be in the stratosphere - but that laugh makes it all so worth it.

And there indeed is a party that night as well, with songs he knows all too well blaring from the other side of the wall, loud enough to shake the building. And man, does he love it.

He'd never thought he'd come to think this one day, but he never wants to not have a party (like this one anyway) again.

[kumezyzo]

corpse x faceless streamer cause it has more plot...

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

as cliche and over-used as it is, you met bf!corpse in an among us lobby. but you two had heard of eachother before, seeing as youre in the same faceless community.

your followings seemed to have a lot of crossover, so when you met, it was a dream come true for your communites. and for you two, it was nice having someone understand what it was like to be faceless.

overtime, you two grew closer, hanging out outside of streams. and at some point, you got comfortable enough eachothers faces.

when your chat found out, it became the only thing they could talk about for a good two days on twitter.

"guys, corpse looks really cool," you said to your chat. you and corpse were streaming on your channel, just talking and catching up. his scoff made you giggle quietly. "im not joking, he's kinda... attractive."

"and yn looks nothing like how she described herself," he said, laughing at how much prettier he thought you were.

"and his hair is actually curly," you say.

then, you both went on anthony padilla's channel as a part of his 'I spent a day with...' series. and you revealed that you were doing the interview on the same day.

"i mean, corpse is the only other youtuber that knows what i look like," you state simply. "if im honest, the main reason im here is because this is the first time im meeting up with him in person."

thankfully, no one was suprised when they heard that in the video. but thats just because corpse posted a video of you two playing rock-paper-scissors.

it started off silent, you two doing the motions silently. corpse played scissors, you played rock. he sighed. another up and down motion. he played scissors, you played paper. you took a deep breath. another up and down. he played rock, you played rock. you scoffed and cracked your knuckles. one more time. he played paper, you played scissors.

"fuck!" he yelled loudly as you laughed manaically in the background.

during this meet up, you stayed at his apartment. and it just so happened you got to spend more time with him. slowly, you both started developing further feelings for eachother.

it showed itself in you two being cuddly, touchy with eachother. both of you tiptoeing round the topic of the weird dynamic. neither of you actually choosing to say anything or admit your feelings.

it really set in when he started unironically calling you "baby". it gave you butterflies and he felt his face heat up as the words left his mouth.

and when you had to leave, it was far more intense than you had expected.

"thank you for letting me stay here," you told him greatfully. he smiled softly at you, going in for a hug. you smiled and felt yourself melt into his arms.

you two pulled away briefly, looking into eachothers eyes. you dont know when it really happened, but the next moment, youre lips are on eachothers.

when you went back home, it was like you two know you were dating. but you never actually said it. it just felt right.

this is kinda like a prequel to this beautiful shit. i also know no one requested this (or at least i could find one when i went to check cause this was in my notes for way too long) -Nony

[yourlocaldummyishere]

20 Corpse husband ideas

-corpse has a secret wife that even his friends don't know about, what they also don't know is that he has a kid (3 or 4) one day he introduces them to his and fans 

-Corpse had a best friend when he was younger, but she moved away, years later they meet again while playing among us and they eventually fall in love (fluff)

-Corpse meets a YouTube streamer who has just as bad of anxiety and agoraphobia as him, they because best friends and later more

-Corpse meeting his online girlfriend for the first time 

-Corpse and his girlfriend announcing they are having a baby

-Y/n is a big fan or corpse so her brother (you can't decide who) decides to make her dreams come true and let her meet corpse during a game of among us

-Y/n and corpse flirting hardcore. During streams, twitter, Instagram, discord everywhere and eventually irl when they meet up, they kiss and whatever else you wanna do (happy ending please) 

-Corpse meeting his number neighbor and falls in love with them 

-Y/n is a single mother and streamer, what if she introduced her child to her friends and they kid basically claims corpse as there best friend and later y/n falls in love with him and they become a happy family

+Y/n is a famous musician and so happens to listen to corpse husband and watches his streams(he has a big crush on her, like tells his fans and rants about stuff she does) and she does an interview and she ends up talking about corpse during the interview, after Corpse finds out he invites her to play among with his friends and later they colab on music and fall in love 

-Corpse’s girlfriend is the female version of him, and his friends find out the hard way…. When she kills them all in among us and gets away with it just like him

-What if the person who owned the car bingus was a different person a female who streams and eventually finds out about corpse loving her cat and they become friends eventually start dating and nobody knows until one day corpse just post a picture of bingus saying something like ‘now I get to see bingus everyday of my life’ of something like that 

-Corpse has a girlfriend who's clothing style is very different from his (very pink and softcore) who he treats like a princess, like she isn't allowed to spend her own money what so ever

-corpse will kill anyone who looks at his girlfriend wrong 

-Y/n hearing corpses voice for the first time and falls in love and vice versa she has a very soft spoken voice, they flirt for moneys with each other on and off stream and eventually meet up irl and start dating 

-Corpse and y/n(who is also a streamer) announce they are dating to there fans 

-Jack invites a new person to play among us with them..she also has gerd like corpse and has a raspy voice, everyone is freaking out cause ‘now there is a second corpse’ except corpse cause he knows what it feels like, corpse and her flirt the whole time they are playing, they keep in touch after the stream months later they make a love song together about their love 

-Corpse has a very famous girlfriend who is an actress and she comes home early during his stream (they haven't seen each other IRL in months) to surprise him and he cries and is so happy to see her and also forgets he is streaming, he talks to chat for a little bit then ends stream, him and his girlfriend go and cuddle for a lot time 

-Corpse and y/n (faceless YouTuber) decide they really wanna see what the other looks like so they FaceTime each other, are they both are in awe of how good looking the other is..ect(somehow end up dating, just wasn't sure how to continue with that) 

-What if corpse falls in love with a fan who has been there since the beginning of his channel, always comments, talks in live chat, sends money to him, is always worried about him, eventually they exchange discord or phone numbers and she always makes sure to check in him and eventually he falls in love with her and she falls for him 

after I’m done with the series I’m currently doing right now which one should I do first?

[enderfenderdragon]

what do you think?

i've been thinking and watching corpse husband, sam and colby and just paranormal investigating.

what do you guys think about sam and colby having corpse husband do a video or episode with them?

just a thought

and i am aware that corpse husband has stepped away from content creation.

im not saying that i want this to happen.

im not saying im gonna do anything bad if this doesn't happen.

im just puting out my thoughts for you guys who watch corpse husband and/or sam and colby content.

[hearts4cuts]

Wondering abt like teen! Corpse husband that is your best friend, but you're only able to meet him in like abandoned places when u sneek out at night and you dont know his face but his your bestie and you talk but its always too dark to see him!!!!

(Is it based off my random dream that was like not anyways connected to any streamer or influencer? Yes. Do i remember the dream? Nope haha)

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Corpse Husband

How to Navigate:

❤ Heart = Fluff  ★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic  ⬥ Diamond = My Favorite

Worried 

Wedding ❤ ⬥

Glasses ❤ ⬥

Accident ❤

Finally 

Angel ❤ ⬥

First Christmas ❤

Twin Flame ❤

[saturnmoon25]

Did some light drawing prt 3…

[beansnsoup]

Corpse is so 😻

(Fuk u lol is so amazing omgomgomg)

[taeaura]

[sketchquill]

Pspspsps here’s some more art of Corpse Puppet Wally 👀

Also lets just say that when Wally died he had... trouble keeping himself together 🪓

[thefanficmonster]

Masterlist <3

Content Creators:

Corpse Husband

Sykkuno

Valkyrae

Moist Critikal

Sam and Colby gang (including Nate Hardy and Seth Borden)

Sturniolo Triplets

Haunted Nights duo - Steve and Dylan

Media-based Fandoms:

Supermassive Video Games (Until Dawn, Hidden Agenda, The Dark Pictures Anthology)

Resident Evil

The Bear

Community

Scream

[kumezyzo]

thinking about how lowkey toxic a relationship with corpse would be....

warning, this is very angsty. to the point where i lowkey shed a tear writing this. and that doesnt usually happen lol.

gn!reader (as far as im aware) and sorry for the typos if there are any... 😁

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

it would prolly just start with you two hanging out. going over to his apartment, maybe hooking up once in a blue moon. but you two mainly cuddling and spending the days together in the dark rooms of his apartment.

he would try to hide from you how much pain he was in when you were around. but it wasnt hard to miss how he would wince at tiny movements and never be able to rest with you in his arms.

and when it got really bad, he hated how you helped him get around with no questions. how you so simply wanted to help him out because you cared. how you would even help him shower, bring in his groceries, cook for him, feed him if you had to.

he hated it because you cared more than anyone had before and you werent even dating. he wished you would just give up on him because it was too much. he wished you would just finally tell him 'hey... we need to talk' because maybe then it would be easier to hate you. but the truth is, he could never hate you. not anymore.

"so... you dont want to be in a relationship?" you asked quietly, confused more than anything. you look at his scarred face and messy head of dark curls. "...why?"

he sighed, "because this is too much," you scoffed, only more confused than before.

"what is?" you looked at him like he was crazy.

"...you," he said lowly, his voice resonating deep in his chest as he ran a hand over his face. you felt your heart pang as you diverted your eyes from him. you pursed your lips and your breathing got heavier. "well- not you- just-... this isnt worth the trouble im putting you through. that i will put you through."

"thats not for you to decide," you tell him, shaking your head at him. "I can choose when to call it quits and so far, im still fucking here."

you couldnt help but be offended. who wouldnt be after the person you care about is pushing you away. as far as you know, its unfair and incredibly ignorant.

"yea but how long until youre not?" he asked back angrily. "how long until you realize you can be doing so much more than taking care of me?"

"i dont want to be doing more! i want to be with you!" you tell him incredulously. he sighs and wets his lips, shaking his head at you. "do you just not want to be with me?"

he looks at you as if you had just said the earth was flat, "of course i do."

"so then why cant we?" you ask in complete exasperation. "what the fuck is the problem?"

"youre too fucking good for me!" he yelled back stepping closer to you. he threw his arms up in defeat, "is that what you want me to tell you? cause its fucking true. and i love you too much to let you rot away beside me."

your expression softens as your eyes dart back and forth between his eyes. in that moment you were speechless. and not because he had told you that he loved you, no you already knew that from his actions. it was the way he had said it. with more emotion than you could have expected from him.

"what if i wanted to 'rot away beside you'?" you asked him quietly.

"then you'd be an idiot," he says simply. "because we both know you have better shit to do. and better people to do that for."

you inhale deeply and release it as another exasperated sigh, "i love you," you say, emphasizing every word. "and its up to me whether or not i stay with you."

"and its up to me whether or not i want you here," he says crossing his arms. you feel you heart pang again, causing painful tingles to run down your arms and settle deep in your palms. "you need to run while you can. fucking get out of here before this gets more fucked up and shitty." you watched as he pointed between you two.

you step closer to him, "what are you so afraid of?" you plead to him with your eyes. just for this moment, for him to open up to you like how he had done hundreds of times before. "are you that scared I'll leave you cause you're what? 'too much'?"

he looked you in the eye, hesitating to speak for a moment. "i-..." he takes a deep breath. "yeah..."

you step closer, "youre not. not now. and it will only get easier." he starts shaking his head, backing away from you. "yes, it will! and if it ever gets to that point-"

"when it gets to that point," he tried correcting.

"no, if. because everything is an if," you say angrily. "you have no clue what its gonna be like. no fucking clue! so let us have this. while it lasts."

he sighs for what seems like the hundredth time that night, "i cant risk that."

"risk what? heartbreak? as if neither of us have gone through that before hundreds of times," you scoff.

"yeah, but ive never been heartbroken over someone like you."

"so then we hope that doesnt happen," you're trying. you're trying so hard to hold onto him. but your grasp is slipping. and he's trying to shake you loose.

"i cant take my chances," he shakes his head. "not this time."

"jesus fucking chirst!" you yell, tears welling up in your eyes. "let me love you! let me be with you! let me take care of you!"

"i cant let you do that! dont you fucking get it?!" he asks stepping closer to you until hes not even a foot away. "i dont want to see you leave! i cant have you around, cause when you do leave, i dont know what I'll do to myself!"

you stare into his eyes as your own vision starts to get blurry from unshed tears. you sniffle, keeping you gaze strongly on him. and you try one final time.

"so dont let me leave now, please," your voice comes out like a whisper. he swallows harshly and closes his eyes to stop his own tears from forming. "i dont want to move on from you when we havent even given it a chance."

"you'll have to," his voice matches yours. he opens his eyes and a tear falls as he looks at you. "fucking find someone who can actually hold you at night. who can make you dinner, who can give you a shower when you cant, who can actually fuck you when you want."

you tried to scoff, but it came out more like a sob, "i dont need that. i need you," your voice weak from the burn in the back of your throat. unshed tears welling up more.

"no you dont," he says, stepping closer. then leaning his forehead on yours. he closes his eyes, "please, go. for me."

your body racks out a sob, gasping for air to get out your next sentence. "if i leave, im just gonna wait for you."

he shakes his head against you, "no. no you wont."

"I'll wait until you realize you do deserve proper love." he continues to shake his head, pretending as if your words arent punching him right in the heart. "ill wait even if it takes you twenty fucking years."

"do you really think I'll survive twenty more years?" he asks with a laugh. you giggle back sadly, pursing your lips at the posibility of him dying. "do you really think I'll find my self-worth that soon?"

"I'll wait as long as i need to."

and you leave. with such a heavy heart but not without more tears than you could have imagined. and you try to move on. not easily but you put in an effort.

he writes songs with lyrics dedicated to you. written for you. whether its in a song about how he only want you at his side or how he has one person he will always be loyal to or about how his exes tried to chance him but one was different. you listen to it and somehow know its you.

you try to find a new partner to fill that void. but he will always be in your mind. as the right person but at the wrong time. the one that got away, if you will.

i like how angsty this was. anywayy, hope you enjoyed 😁😁 -nony

[yourlocaldummyishere]

A dream come true

Warnings: 

-forced p⭐️rn ⭐️

- shy corpse

-a few arguments

-dom corpse

-neck kissing

-sex

-dirty talk

-fingering

-name calling 

-blow job

-swearing

-✨drama✨

+ more

Me and corpse have been friends since we were kids when I had just turned 17 my parents had forced me to join a porn company so they could pay off their debts it was hard, every day after my so called “job” had ended instead of going home I ran straight to Corpse’s house and whenever he opened the door I would run straight into his arms and would hug him tightly crying into his chest because of the pain I was in. My legs were always sore and I could never catch a break, I could see it in his eyes, it hurt him to see me like this, I know he felt bad for me, he would always carry me to his bed and would cuddle me to calm me down, I felt bad for him too because of his condition, he wouldn’t be able to move his arms, his arms would lock in place even when he would just be trying to eat some breakfast, whenever I see it happen I would grab his spoon and I would just feed him his food, it’s the least I could do for him always helping me.

“Shit, hey Siri call y/n!”

Siri: calling y/n

“Hey Siri put y/n on speaker”

Siri: okay

“Hmm? Oh corpse is calling” she’d pick up her phone and would answer it “hey corpse what’s up?”

“I can’t move my arms can you come over?” I would say in a panicked voice

“Shit, yeah I’ll tell my boss it’s an emergency” she’d say panicked as well “just hang on I’ll be there as soon as I can okay?” She’d say in a concerned voice 

“O-okay” I would say my voice filled with fear

“Sir I have to go, it’s an emergency, I’ll work four times as much tomorrow, I promise”

“Y/n no need to overwork your body if it’s an emergency”

“Thank you sir”

“No problem my sexy money machine”

I would ignore my bosses comment and I quickly got outside of the building rushing over to my car and driving to his house I had a spare key so I let myself inside and I yelled out “CORPSE WHERE ARE YOU!?” I had said in a panicked voice concerned

“I’m in the kitchen”

I ran into the kitchen and I would hug him, he was trying to do the dishes “My poor bestie, I’ll do it, here, let me help you sit down” I said as I gently moved his arm on my shoulder and I put my arm on his back holding him and I would wrap my other arm around his stomach holding him close to keep him balanced and I would help him walk to his living room gently helping him sit down walking back to the kitchen and I would start to do the dishes for him 

“Thank you” he said as he closed his eyes and sighed

“No problem bae” I said as I started to dry off his dishes and putting them away

“Are you okay? On a scale of 0-1,000,000,000 how sore are your legs”

“It’s not as bad as yesterday but probably at least a million”

He would sigh “you have to quit that so called “job” of yours”

“You know I can’t corpse, my dear, you know my parents will kick me out, then what would I do? I would have nowhere to go, and I wouldn’t want to bother you when you stream”

“Fuck my streams, you’re more important out of all my friends, you know that you can sleep with me in my bed, for all I care, I’ll sleep on my floor if I have to”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, corpse you don’t have to do that you already do enough for me, you literally spoil the shit out of me, hell no, what makes you think I’ll let you sleep on your hard ass floor? I bet that floor is harder then a fucking dick could ever be”

Corpse’s eyes would go wide as he gets caught off guard but then he remembers that y/n is a lateral porn star so of course she would know that. His eyes would relax and he would chuckle “I keep on forgetting how bold you get, but at the same time I shouldn’t be surprised your are a literal porn star, so of course it’s not weird for you to be so bold like that”

“How the hell- meh I guess it doesn’t matter” I would say walking over to him and sitting next to him grabbing his left arm and massaging it until he could move it again and then I would get up sitting next to his right side grabbing his right arm and I would do the same thing I did to the left one and then I would get an idea and would smirk but then I would shake my head getting the idea out of my head

“What was the smirk for eh? Just do it I’m curious” he would say looking at her

I would smirk again and then I would sit on his lap and I would wrap my arms around him putting my head on his shoulder closing my eyes

He would wrap his arms around her and would lean his head up against the back of his couch

I would blush as I felt something hard against me, of course, I knew what it was but it was surprising because he said it was hard for him to get turned on, he had even mentioned one time that no matter how hard he try’s to he never could get himself to cum, no matter what he tried. He was comfortable talking about that kind of stuff with me because I knew a lot about sex more then him and the male body more then him so whenever he experiences something knew about his body he would call me usually in a panic because he’s scared something is wrong but usually nothing is wrong “hey umm so what did I do to make you hard Corpse?”

“Wait what?- oh shit sorry I didn’t realize, wait why the hell am I hard? that’s a good question, I have no idea how or why, this is weird, am I gonna die!?-“ 

I would cut him off by kissing him on the lips putting him in shock

“W-what was that for?-“

“I knew covering your mouth wouldn’t work so I had to do something to make you shut up you’re not going to die it’s just something that your body likes and it got you hard that’s all”

Corpse would relax his body and would lean up against me, burying his face into my neck

“Umm corpse?”

He would hum “Hm? Yeah what is it?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine just tired”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“None”

“Go to sleep!”

“Fine” he’d huff closing his eyes

“In your own bed not your fucking couch dumbass”

“Ouch”

“Go. To. Your. Own. Bed. NOW!”

“Okay, okay, geez!”

I would get off him and I would grab his arm pulling him to his feet and dragging him to his bedroom pushing him onto his bed and grabbing his phone from his side table walking out of his bedroom

“HEY WHAT THE HELL! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE MY PHONE WITH YOU!”

“It’s so you actually go to sleep now shut up and go to bed dumbass”

Corpse’s POV:

“Ugh rude” I’d whisper ‘but at the same time I’m glad she cares about me like this I don’t know what I would do without her’ I’d think to myself as I slowly started to drift off to sleep

A few hours later

“Mmh” ‘what’s that smell it’s so sweet’ I’d think to myself as my eyes flutter open slowly 

Y/n’s POV:

Sighs ‘My poor baby, I feel so bad for him’ I think to myself and then I would get an idea ‘I should make him a cake! Oh god I forgot his favorite cake flavor ugh what is it brain!? Think, think, umm I think it was- ugh I can’t think of it god damnit I’ll just make some homemade cinnamon raisin buns I think he mentioned something about loving them in one of his streams’ I said to myself walking into the kitchen putting his phone on the kitchen table walking over to his pantry grabbing the ingredients for some cinnamon raisin buns walking over to his cabinets grabbing a pan putting it on the kitchen table and starting to work on making the dough making sure to put some raisins in the dough putting small dashes of cinnamon in the dough and I would need the dough into small balls putting it in the oven baking it, after it was done I would pull it out putting a tiny dash of cinnamon over the top of it picking one up to do a taste test as Corpse walks into the kitchen walking over to me hugging me from behind grabbing the bun out of my hands taking a bite of it and giving it back to me

“It needs more cinnamon” he’d say grabbing the bun again eating the rest of it burying his face into my neck

I would jump at the sudden deep tired voice and the sudden touch from him

“Fucking hell Corpse you scared the shit out of me! And you shouldn’t be having sugar when you just woke up!”

he would groan “whyyyyyyyyy”

“Because you need fucking sleep” 

“And you need to rest your fucking legs and quit that fucking job”

“Corpse I can’t, I’ll have nowhere to go”

“I told you, you can stay with me”

“Corpse go back to sleep”

“Can I do a stream-”

“Do I have to force you to go to bed corpse” I say my left eye twitching annoyed “Stream later Corpse”

“Can I have another cinnamon-

“Absolutely not”

“Fine” he’d say walking away reaching for his phone but I would grab it before he could “dude what the fuck? Can I just have my fucking phone?”

“No go to sleep”

Corpse would huff walking back into his bedroom and flop down on his bed as I would grab one of the buns taking a bite of it ‘he’s right it dose need more cinnamon’ I would add some more taking a bite ‘okay that’s good, that’s enough’ I think to myself a few minutes later I would walk into his room with the pan of buns and his phone putting his phone on his desk and sitting next to him on his bed and putting the pan on his side table and I would pull my phone out and I would start to watch some TikToks and some of his past streams after and hour our two his eyes would flutter open looking at his side table grabbing one of the buns and eating it and he would groan at how good it tastes “it’s way better”

“I know,” I say proudly “you can go stream if you want your phone is on your desk”

“Thanks”

“Mm hm”

He would sit up sitting on the edge of his bed grabbing another bun

“Save some for me geez”

“No” he would say obviously joking as he hands me one getting up from his bed waking over to his desk turning on his stuff getting everything set up and would start streaming talking to his viewers for a bit before Rae Would say something that makes me look up 

“Hey corpse?”

“Yeah?”

“How’s y/n doing? Is she okay? I mean like I kinda wouldn’t be surprised if she was permanently in a wheelchair because of her so called job”

“Actually-“ he’d turn to look at me on his bed as he reaches out his hand signaling me to walk over to him so I do and he give me his headphones 

“Corpse? Are you okay? Why aren’t you talking?” 

“Umm…. Hiiiiiiii Rae”

“Oh my god y/n!? What are you doing at corpses house!? What the hell?”

“Has corpse no- ah corpse what are you doing!? Nah~”

“Y/n are you okay!? What is corpse doing!?”

“N-nothing he just caught me off guard”

“What did he do?”

“He pulled me into his lap”

“Oh my god really!?”

“Yeah, but I’m used to it, he does it all the time it just- it just catches me off guard sometimes”

“Wait sometimes?”

“Yeah….”

“Have you even seen his face before?”

“Yeah I see it all the time why?”

“All the time? All the time! What do you mean ‘all the time’!?”

“Rae, we’ve been best friends since we were kids”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah”

“Oh that reminds me are you in a wheelchair?”

I would start laughing “Rae it’s not that bad”

“Yeah sure that’s why corpse told me it was a million this time and five million last time”

“Uhhhh-“

“Don’t argue with me y/n we both know it’s true”

“Corpse stop it don’t you dare”

“Stop what?”

“Ugh curse you and your good looks”

“Alright bet I’m a handsome motherfucker according to my best friend”

“Not what I meant jackass”

“And I’m a jackass apparently”

“Oh my god corpse stop!”

“Stop what?~” he’d say in a flirty tone

“Why are you being so sexual today- Nah~”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, corpse what the hell are you doing to y/n!?”

“R-Rae it’s fine he’s just doing some things that are a little I guess you could say flirting- corpse can you stop and get your face out of my neck dumbass”

“And I’m a dumbass? Wow”

“Whoa, he’s doing what!?”

“It’s fine, he’ll be fine, as long as I don’t move I’ll be okay”

“Whoa wait what!?” Toast would as he had just joined the game

“Rae fill him in please”

“Ummm Alright” 

After a few minutes

“Wow, really, Copse, acting like that?”

“Yeah, surprise! he’s a clingy bitch”

“So I’m a bitch too?”

“Shut up corpse and just start playing with your friends”

“You’re my friend so can I play wit-“

“Absolutely not”

After a few rounds

“I’m tired guys can I just log off and spend time alone with my best friend?”

“Don’t go fucking her corpse” Rae would say jokingly

“Which way?”

“The way to get her pregnant dumbass” she’d say thinking Corpse what joking

“Eh I’m more into face fucking anyways bye”

“Wait wha-!” 

Before Toast and Rae could finish their sentences corpse had ended stream and shut down his pc and other stuff and would start to kiss y/n’s neck

“Nah~ C-Corpse what are you doing~”

“Shhh~ my love, I love you, so, so much, I thought I made it obvious, no? Last week when we were at the bar and when that one guy grabbed you by the waist and I came up to you and pulled you to me and I said ‘back off she’s mind bitch’ do you remember that?” He’d say and then kissing my neck again wrapping his arms around me

“Y-yeah”

Corpse would turn me around so I can look at his face

“You know you’re quite cute when you get all flustered~”

“Shut up”

“Make me~”

“You wanna be like this? Fine we can be like this” I’d say as I leaned in kissing him sliding my hands under his shirt as he moans into the kiss

“God I keep forgetting you’re a pro at this shit”

“Well~ sense you got me all worked up what do you want me to do first eh?~”

“Like I said I’m into face fucking”

“Hehe how cute, you think I would just drop to my knees and start sucking?~”

“Hehe what do I gotta do to make you suck me off?~”

“You gotta find out yourself pretty boy~”

“Haha well damn how about I tell you all the places I want to fucking you in?~”

“Hehe where handsome?~”

“Everywhere”

“Where first?~”

“How about the classic, the bedroom”

“Alright if you want my dear~”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?~”

“I’ll try~”

“Get on the bed”

“Mmh…… no”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Make me baby~”

He would chuckle and would gently wrap his hand around my neck “do I have to be demanding or do I have to carry you and tie you down and make you suck me off?”

“Be demanding, if that’s what you want~”

“Well then~” he’d smirk “get on the fucking bed or I’ll fuck you until you pass out and even after your out I’ll continue” 

“Fine, but, can you carry me? Please?”

“Fine”

He would pick me up and would carry me to his bed I thought he would throw me onto his bed but surprisingly he put me down gently and he crawled on top of me and kissed my neck his hand moving down to the rim of my shirt as he slowly slipped his hand under my shirt moving his kisses to my lips and I would slide both of my hands under his shirt my hands running up and down his muscles slowly as he started to lift my shirt over my body gently I thought he would be more rough and straight forward getting to the point quickly but yet he was being very gentle so I would pull away from the kiss and he looked down at me confused 

“Why did you pull away?” He’d ask confused and worried if he did something wrong

How sweet of him he’s too pure and cute “bae you are too cute and too pure”

“Sorry I’m new to this”

“It’s okay love I can do it for you if you want, I was new to it once in my life too.”

although my virginity had been forced to be taken away and I was used to this kind of stuff, it felt like I was brand new to it, as if it was my first time again.

“Relax, your body is too tense love”

“I don’t want to hurt you”

“How could you hurt me?”

“My umm- I-“

“You can just spill it out remember I’m a porn star so-“

He would cut me off mid-sentence “My dick is an unusual size”

I’d look up him slightly surprised at his boldness but then I would chuckle at his shyness when he had looked away blushing like crazy he looked as red as a tomato “That’s okay love”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course”

“Can you- can you do it? I mean like, can you show me how to do it? God that feels so wrong to say”

“Hey it’s okay if your not ready- mmh!?”

He would press his lips against mine as he was getting a little impatient

“Okay Mr ima be impatient”

“Please”

“Are you sure you’re ready-“

“Just do it……… please”

“Okay if you’re sure”

“Is there anything you want me to do first-“

“A bow job”

“Alright, sit on the edge of the bed”

“Okay” he moved to the edge of the bed looking down at the floor as I sat next to him and gave him a hug

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point just tell me and I’ll stop okay?”

“O-okay” 

I would move to the floor getting in between his legs and I looked up at him as he looked away blushing I look back down at the zipper of his jeans and I would unzip his jeans and he would looks down at me pulling his jeans down now he’s only left in his boxers and shirt

“Are you sure your okay-“

“Shut up and just do it”

“……. Make me” I’d smirk

He would pull me into his lap and would grab the bottom of my pants pulling them off and I grab his shirt pulling it off now I’m only in my underwear and bra he would then grab my waist and would pull me onto the bed crawling on top of me again kissing me as he moves his hands to the clip of my bra unhooking my bra taking it off moving his hands down pulling my underwear down moving his hand down my stomach his hand moving in between my thighs spreading my legs looking down at me

“Y/n”

“C-corpse I-“ he would cut me off kissing me on the lips as he would start to tease my clit and I would run my hands down his chest slowly pulling his boxers down as he deepens the kiss our tongues dancing with each others as his other hand would find it’s way to my boobs grabbing one of them teasing my nipple and massaging my boob as I moaned into the kissed his hand slowly moving down

“C-corpse please stop teasing me and just do it”

“Now who’s the impatient one~”

I would grab his hand and I would move it down making him touch my entrance as he looks down at me with lust and I would look up at him he would lean down and kiss me as he would slowly start to put a finger in my entrance and I would moan my moan being muffled by the kiss and he would slowly start to move it in and out and he pulled away from the kiss looking down watching as he finger fucks me as I continue to moan after a few seconds he would start to move his finger faster adding another finger making my moans louder moving his fingers faster and faster after a few minutes he would them pull out bringing his fingers to his mouth licking them “you taste good, you should have a taste” he said putting his fingers to my mouth as I would open my mouth and he would put his fingers in my mouth I would close my mouth swirling my tongue around his fingers and then taking his fingers out “get on your knees” he’d say “yes sir” I’d say as he got off me

I would suddenly sit up as ice cold water had been thrown on me

“Finally you’re awake! Now, BACK FROM THE TOP EVERYONE!”

It was just a dream that didn’t happen? But it seemed so real, and felt real too, oh wait- maybe because when I passed out I still felt him doing all of that to me

“Nah!~ f-fuck Axel! Ah!~”

‘shit he’s going too deep’

“You like that you little whore!? What a good slut you are for me!”

After a few hours

“Ah my fucking head, fucking hell Axel you couldn’t go gentle!? Your character is supposed to be gentle, shy, and new at it not fucking a pro did you not read the script correctly!?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever that still doesn’t change that fact that you’re a fucking slut and a whore” Axel would say blowing the smoke of his cigarette in my face smirking

“Fucking idiot”

“You wanna go again you fucking whor-“

“Y/n your shift is over you can go home now. Axel we have to discuss your character, again”

I would get up and put my clothes back on running out of the building, running over to corpse’s house knocking on the door trying to hold my tears back

“C-corpse o-open the door p-please!”

“Holy shit what happed this time”

I would run into his arms crying and he would wrap his arms around me “shhh~ it’s okay y/n come on let’s get you inside”

“T-thank you”

“Do you want anything at all?”

“C-can we just cuddle?”

“Yeah of course”

Corpse would lead y/n inside his house closing the door behind her walking into his room with her in his arms laying her gently in his bed laying down next to her after a few minutes he would speak up

“How much longer y/n?”

“Huh?”

“How much longer until you can quit that job?”

“What do you mean?”

“How much more money do your parents need to pay of their debts?”

“I only need four more months of work and then I can quit it”

It’s like seven minutes in hell but for four months 

“I passed out at ‘work’ today, I don’t want to go back, but, I have to”

“It’s okay you know I’m always here for you”

“Thank you Corpse”

“No problem”

I don’t know how long we were talking for after that but probably after a few minutes maybe five I had passed out and fell asleep when I woke up it was morning so I had to barrow some of Corpse’s clothes he didn’t mind though he never does if I ask he tells me I can keep his clothes I barrow if I want but I always say no because I don’t want to just steal his clothes he already gets me everything I want kinda like a sugar daddy but we’re only 2 years apart and he doesn’t do anything sexual to me like never so I don’t know how I didn’t realize that was just a dream because Corpse isn’t that kind of guy to just do creepy shit like that so what kind of dumb ass fucking fantasy was that shit!?

“Hey are you okay?”

I would jump a little started by a man’s voice

“Huh- oh hey Enzo, yeah I’m fine I just zoned out for a bit”

Enzo is my other best friend he’s the one who’s usually pared up with me for the porn videos the company makes me do he’s a great guy to be honest every time we’re pared up together I usually end up making 500-$1,000 he makes sure I at least get $1,000 because of the situation I’m in, he understands the pain and struggle I’m in so he helps out too but he doesn’t know about Corpse being my best friend I keep it a secret because he told me he’s a big fan and if he ever meets him he’ll tell everyone about it and ask him millions of questions and I can’t do that to Corpse because he can get stressed really easily and a lot of people think he doesn’t so I have to protect him from Enzo like he does for me

“Oh alright well, boss told me to tell you, you have five minutes until you have to go on set Axel’s personality had gotten changed and the script too so read up”

Only five minutes to get ready!? Holy hell I gotta read faster then I have ever in my life

“God what kind of sick script Is this shit!?”

‘What the hell!? A rape script!? So I’m supposed to act like a 16 year old and Axel plays as 50 year old man!? WHAT THE FUCK!?’ I’d think to myself my face full of disgust ‘who the hell would get turned on by this shit!?’ I’d mumble under my breath

After a long five hours I would grab my clothes and put them back on stumbling off set as Enzo rushed over to me as I feel down to my knees holding my stomach and Enzo would start yelling angrily at our boss I couldn’t hear what he said all I was forced on is how the hell I was going to get out of the shit hold of a building and back to corpse

“Enzo go get me my phone”

“Uh alright”

He would let go of me and a minute later he would come back with my

“Here”

He said giving me my phone

“Thanks”

I said as I unlocked my phone and when to my contacts dialing Corpse’s number

Corpse’s POV

“Rae shut the fuck up y/n is calling me”

“Rude”

“Hey what’s up?” 

“Come pick me up”

“Where are you”

“Work, I can’t drive or walk”

“Shit, yeah send me the address”

Few minutes later

“NOW! WHERE THE FUCK IS Y/N!”

“Sir you can’t go in there!-“

“WELL THATS TO DAMN BAD!”

“Corpse!” She said as she had tried to run up to me and hug me but I would run to her instead

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay”

The people had started to mumble as Enzo had walked over to her

“Your friends with corpse!?”

“Yeah she is so what?”

“So what? She promised me, she said ‘if I even get to meet him I’ll ask if you can meet him too!’ that’s what!”

“You’re forgetting a detail, you’re also an obsessed fan, she told me all about you”

“Really y/n!?”

“Sorry…..”

“Unbelievable”

“Y/n don’t be a people pleaser right now please”

“Sorry”

Few hours later

“Hey Y/n look at the picture I took!”

“So hot”

“Huh?”

“I-I mean you look great!”

{part two soon my lovely’s! Btw sorry for my bad grammar and bad punctuation😞}

[suiana]

(yandere! corpse husband x gn! reader) (slight yan! male best friend too)

"and today, we are gathered to send off the late mr-"

you stand by his coffin, sobbing pathetically as your male best friend pats your back reassuringly. just a few days ago, your husband unfortunately died after you sat on his face. you hadn't wanted to! but how could you say no to him after he begged so cutely?

doctors said he died a pleasurable death, i mean, you could see it from his face when he died. and the fact that he exploded everywhere and it was all over his pants.

but you wish he hadn't died. you really loved him. you did. even if he was... slightly weird.

"he was my everything! now i don't even have his dick anymore! what am i supposed to do?!"

"hey hey... it's alright. let it all out..."

your best friend mutters, rubbing your shoulder as you sob into his chest. his hands run across the fabric of your shirt, tenderly reassuring you. if you pulled away a bit, you'd probably be able to see the way he had a smirk on his face.

"he'd probably want you to move on anyway... be happy with someone else."

"um, excuse me bro? what are you doing telling my spouse to move on?"

all goes quiet as your supposedly dead husband sits up, eyebrows furrowed as he glares directly at your best friend.

"like actually, I'd want them to be stuck on me until the day their physical flesh body dies so we can be together for eternity. we'd intertwine our star dust and merge our ascended souls into one so we'd never be apart again and-"

he rambles slightly, gritting his teeth as he continues to glare at your male best friend. you pull away from him immediately, standing still as you face your now... reanimated husband?

"honey? you're alive?"

your husband turns his gaze to you, soulless eyes now full of life as he tries clambering out of his casket. the funeral attendees all scream in horror at the sight, a fiasco taking place as your corpse husband approaches you with slowed movements.

"babe..? oh my love! come here! ah... you should sit on my face again- I don't think i can die again anyway..."

he coos at you, hands trying to grab at you as you make calculated movements to approach him. damn the embalmer did a good job... you're sure you'd be screaming too if there wasn't an embalmer.

"ah... i love you so much... i love you, really. you'd never move on from me right? you love me and only me. don't listen to that asshole over there. I'll fucking haunt your soul if you tried leaving me."

your dead(?) husband mutters, hugging you tightly against his chest. you feel his fingers dig into your skin, gripping you so tightly as though he were trying to tear into your skin.

"o-oi you're holding me too hard-"

"ah, apologies my dear."

he mutters, reluctantly releasing his grip before his hands trail over your frame before landing on your cheeks. you shiver slightly, the cold hands cupping your face before you grimace as he opens his mouth right in your face again.

"i love you so much, let's kiss-"

"ugh, your breath stinks."

"oh... sorry..."

he shoves a mint in his mouth, slowly chewing before choking and collapsing on the ground, unmoving.

...

did you just witness your husband die again?

[imauthicktic]

Slashers incorrect quotes

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Y/N: *hands Ghostface a heart shaped box* will you be mine?

Ghostface, takes box and opens it to find a knife inside: I aint complainin', sweet cheeks, but I thought this was a proposal

Y/N: actually, this is a blood oath

Ghostface: understood, go ahead

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Baby Firefly: *crying while Y/N comforts them*

Baby Firefly: *back to normal* sorry I was vulnerable with you. Do you still think I'm hot?

Y/N:

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Y/N, Chucky, and Tiffany Valentine playing two truths and one lie

Tiffany: *talking to Chucky* You're tackey and cheap. Plus, I hate you.

Chucky: Ha! nice try! all of those are a lie!

Chucky whispering to Y/N: she was lying, right?

Y/N:

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Y/N: why are you following me?

Billy: because we're dating now

Y/N: okay... what about Stu?

Billy: we're a package deal

Stu: buy one idiot, get one free

Y/N: *gasps* I love BOGOS!!!