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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Laid back 2: V-Day vibes

3.2k | Corey Cunningham x Reader | NSFW

You can read this as a one-shot, but it's the reader from Laid back. Some time has passed since then. Gender neutral.

Corey is so desperate for you that he doesn’t even notice the vibrator sitting on your nightstand in plain view. It's bright pink and about the size of his gorgeous nose. You wish it was the same shape, too. When the doorbell rang earlier than usual, you were, um, really not expecting it.

If you want to make him whimper and beg 👀. . . It also gets fluffy AF later. 💘 Happy Valentine's Day, Corey fans! I 💗 y'all.

@ethanhoewke (💯concept) @wolvesandvampires

Beefcake Corey art by @cordelium 💞

NSFW - Sexual content

Half-assed self-beta, sorry

It's your first Valentine's Day together. Even though you know he's not that comfortable in public – for good reason – Corey would have been willing to take you anywhere you wanted. He really loves you, even if he hasn't said it. You told him you'd prefer to just do something laid back and the two of you agreed not to get each other gifts. He's coming over to your house and you'll make dinner together.

Corey is so, so sweet. You just want to squeeze him sometimes. He's so HOT though, too. Under that shy fluffy exterior, his body is unreal. He seems to only get stronger. It remains a turn-on that he's unassuming from the outside, and meanwhile you know he's a total stud. He's solid as hell - in all the right places, too.

You're lying on your bed thinking about everything you want to do to Corey when your doorbell rings earlier than you expect. You pull on your pants and button them as you jog downstairs excitedly. But it’s not Corey. It’s a stranger. There’s a van from Ben’s Hardware parked outside. You answer the door and the man asks where you’d like the delivery. You tell him he might have the wrong house because you didn’t order anything. He looks at his clipboard.

Before you get it sorted out, you hear the whir of Corey's bicycle coming to a halt. The truck was blocking your view. Corey is huffing and puffing like he was in a real hurry.

He gets off his bike and adjusts his glasses as he addresses the delivery man. “Um, on the porch, probaby, would be great,” he says and points around the side of your wraparound porch. “Just give us one sec first,” he tells the guy. Corey looks down and smiles broadly. He's obviously responsible for this delivery. You can't imagine what it is though - it's from a hardware store?

“We said we weren’t getting each other anything,” you smile and put your hands on your hips in fists. He shrugs. He seems really excited about whatever it is.

Corey parks his bike. He’s in a hurry to get inside but still stops to give you a big bear hug first. His chest heaves against you and you inhale his scent - musk, motor oil, and a hint of aftershave. Maybe a little more aftershave than usual today. Ugh, he's so cute. He pulls you inside, still catching his breath, while the delivery man goes back to the truck.

Inside, Corey puts down his backpack and kisses you hello. He tastes minty. It doesn't matter how many times you've kissed - His lips against yours give you a full-body rush. He smiles into your mouth as he kisses you again. He's even giddier than usual to see you.

You ask him how he is and he says, “uh, actually pretty thirsty, it was quite a ride.” He keeps looking toward the window. Is he trying to distract you? God, he’s adorable. It occurs to you this might be the first time he's had a real Valentine.

You go to the kitchen to grab him a chocolate milk and come back and sit on the couch with him. He thanks you. He opens the milk and chugs some. You hear the delivery man’s footsteps and Corey abruptly takes off his jacket. He knows how much you love to see his husky, muscular body emerge from a jacket. He takes off his sweater, too, leaving just a Henley. You run your hand over the bulge of his bicep and nuzzle your head into his neck then give him a peck just below his ear. He holds your hand.

You meant it when you said all you wanted was to spend time with him. You're relieved he didn't show up with a bouquet of flowers or a teddy bear, but what could he have possibly ordered from the hardware store? What's even stranger is that you got him something from the same exact store and that's not exactly a normal place to buy a Valentine. But there's no way you got each other the same thing - It wouldn't be possible.

The footsteps get louder outside and Corey tenses a little. You pull back and look toward the window innocently, curious what he might do to distract you. He takes your head in both hands, looks back and forth between your eyes, and his lips smash into yours uncharacteristically aggressively. His tongue breaches your mouth almost right away and his body pushes you down on the couch. Instant butterflies between your legs.

He tastes and feels amazing. You almost forget anyone is outside. When he finally breaks for air, you say "Corey?" and look at him in astonishment. He says "I'm just happy to see you," and a twitch against your thigh tells you it's true.

"I'm happy to see you too," you say and kiss him deeply again.

You hear more footsteps and the heavy slap of something hitting the ground. In a low, sexy voice, Corey suggests “wanna go upstairs?” You don’t hesitate at all.

You ascend the stairs in front of him and he follows close behind you. He slides his hand in between your thighs lightly, then at the top of the stairs, he slides his hand further and massages you between your legs from behind. When you turn around to face him, there’s something different in his eyes. This may have started as a diversion but he's definitely wanting you bad now. He kisses you again in the hall, while slowly walking you toward your room. The truck loudly starts and drives away, but he doesn't stop kissing you, feeling you.

Corey is so desperate for you that he doesn’t even notice the vibrator sitting on your nightstand in plain view. It's bright pink and probably about the size of his gorgeous nose, not that you've thought about that. You wish it was the same shape, too. When the doorbell rang early, you were, um, really not expecting it. The driver probably wondered why you were blushing.

On your bed, Corey latches onto your neck and lays his pelvis into yours. Oh, he's very happy to see you. You continue like this for a few minutes, and you're both just throbbing.

He isn't wearing a belt. You reach into his jeans and massage him through his briefs. He moans softly and there’s a rush of blood to your core. His massive hand comes between your legs and makes your zipper look small. He unbuttons and unzips you. You both take off your pants in a frenzy then he lays back into you again and you roll your hips against each other in rhythm. You take off his henley and he strips you down.

Oh, wow. He is SO fine. His pecs are pumped up, his arms are thick and veiny, his neck is so muscular. Your hands are all over him as you kiss and suck each other's face and neck.

After a few more minutes, it’s unbearably hot and heavy. You slip your hand inside his briefs and he moans again. God, when he moans, it just does something to you. Goosebumps prickle across your whole body and you’re dripping. You could probably come just from hearing him alone - his heavy breathing, his sighs, an occasional whimper, the way he says "fuck" when he'd about to come because he never wants it to end.

Corey reaches to your nightstand and opens the drawer. Before he reaches for a condom, he asks you if you want to do it. He does a double take at the vibrator and you see a small smirk creep onto his mouth, but he forces it away. You hesitate and for a moment because you have an idea. He looks confused and concerned. He comes back fully on the bed and cups your face with his hand.

"Sorry," he laughs. "I don't know what's gotten into me." Your hips rise to meet his and you wrap your legs around his ass, bringing your throbbing groins together again.

"I love it," you say and fluff his curls with your hand.

"Yeah?" He asks and smiles down at you as his head sways into your hand.

“Up for something new?” you ask.

“I’d do anything to make you feel good,” he breathes as his hard girth swells against you. You're aching to hear him feel good.

You take the vibrator from your nightstand. It's one of the small ones that can go in your underwear and it has a remote control but you don't have to use it.

"I was thinking about you earlier," you say saucily.

He smiles shyly and puts his glasses on the nightstand. "You don't have to say that," he says.

"Oh but I was," you say, running your free hand over his pecs. "Um, have you seen yourself? I mean surely you've felt yourself," you say as your hand trails down to his thigh then hooks around and cups an ass cheek on the way up his back.

"Do you trust me?" you ask.

"You know I do," he says. You reach down, place the vibrator in your underwear, and pick up the little remote control. You pull him back in against you, your legs wrapping around him needily. The vibrator is between you and his lower shaft. As you kiss, you turn it on the lowest setting. He jolts and gasps. He freezes for a moment, then kisses you again and his hips rock into you. He sighs and the vibration is pressed harder into you. Fuck. You want him inside you bad, but you want to see this through.

You wrap your arms around his hulking back and pull him in so his broad chest closer. His hands are all over you - slowly but firmly. He breathes so heavily. You roll your hips into him and he moans. This happens every time your bodies press into each other and it becomes rhythmic but no moan is exactly the same. Sometimes he winces with an "ahh," or mumbles "yeah" into your cheek.

He nibbles your neck, and as he switches to the other side of your neck, you lift your hips into him and his face looks almost in pain. You imagine you probably look the same - the tension in your core is unbearable. But you really want to come with him, not before him.

You reach between you and take the toy out of your underwear. You put down the remote and turn it off while you pull down his briefs and you both kick off your undies. Your bare, intimate skin meets, and even without the vibration, you both moan. You're both wet. You're both throbbing. He kisses your chest then takes a nipple in his mouth.

His chest meets yours. You hold the toy at the base of his balls and ask, "is this okay?"

He nods and you wait a second and he starts to say "yes," but he cuts himself off with a deep moan when you turn it back on. His nipples harden against you and you feel his whole body shiver. He grinds his rock-hard erection into you and you're starting to twitch. You know you won't be able to hold off much longer.

He's kissing you again when you increase the intensity and he shudders. You take it away, edging you both. He looks at you like no one has ever looked at you before. His pupils have overtaken his irises and his voice cracks as he says "God, you're hot" and you can't help but smile. He kisses you like he's hanging onto you for dear life.

You reach farther and press the vibrator harder against him, and he whimpers "oh god," panting, "don't you wanna, do you want-"

"No, we can fuck later-"

"-God, I want to fuck you so bad," he whimpers. You've never heard him say anything like wanting to "fuck you." It slipped out like he couldn't help it. It's so hot coming from him. Your core flutters with a desperate need for release. He whines your name. "I want you so bad." He's practically begging, but even his whining is low and gruff. "Please." He is begging. It hardens your nipples and your core is pinched so tight with tension.

"I want you too, baby" you say, grinding into him.

He drags his engorged member against you in just the right place and you roll your hips up into him.

You turn up the intensity and his face contorts more. He whimpers your name and nudges you, pleadingly, right at the entrance of where he wants to be. God, he feels so good.

His Hail Mary almost works, but you grab his shaft and bring it back against you where it was, massaging it with the vibrator. "Uuggh," he whines and puts his face in the crook of your neck. He sucks your neck so hard, then comes up and faces you.

As he pulls his head back to kiss you, a tear falls on your shoulder. His eyes are watery, his cheeks are hot and wet. It's so hot. You run your fingers through his curls. They're a little damp with sweat. You marvel at him as your bodies move in rhythm and vibrate together. He kisses your lips, his tongue desperately seeking yours.

"Fuck," he exhales gruffly, pinching his wet eyelashes together so tight, and that sends you.

You grab his hand tight in yours and dig your head into the pillow as you unravel. Your back arches and your stomach and hips jolt up into his. You feel him pulse against you. He groans and cries in sync with your climax, and you come even harder. His hot cum glazes your lower abdomen, and he stills himself against you. You continue to pulse against his cock as his balls empty onto you. You both come for what feels like at least a full minute before you turn it off.

He takes a few seconds to stop whimpering, while you enjoy aftershocks. You hold his head to your chest and stroke his hair. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it.

"That was amazing," he says, still panting. He reaches over you to grab a tissue and clean you up.

"You were so hot," you gush. "You want to fuck me that bad, huh?" You tease him. He blushes.

"Yeah, sorry," he laughs shyly, even though you're always trying to bait him into talking dirty.

"No. That was really hot," you say as he nuzzles his curly head into the hollow of your neck. Honestly, it's even hotter than it slipped out in the heat of the moment rather than you prying it out of him.

Eventually, you get hungry. You both freshen up and go downstairs to make pizza - a very laid back date, indeed. The afterglow doesn't leave either of you as you knead the homemade dough. You both get covered in flour and take a polaroid to mark the occasion. You stick it to the fridge with a magnet.

Corey presses the pizza dough out into a heart. You look at it, then look at him. He's smiling shyly, concentrating on the dough. Your fingers under his chin turn his face toward you.

"I love you," you tell him for the first time. He does a double take. His face gets serious and he swallows.

"I love you too," he says. "So much." He smiles again and you laugh not to cry.

He gives you the lushest, longest closed mouth kiss and you embrace.

He says, "Like. Sometimes, I don't know how my heart can even hold this much love. I love you so much, it's like." He sniffles. "When you say you love me too, it's like." His eyes are teary. "I don't know, like my heart is overflowing my body. It's more than I knew I could feel." You wipe tears off his cheeks and kiss him again.

He's not going to ruin the moment, but you know from prior talks that part of him still feels unworthy. You just stroke his hair.

"I feel the same," you say.

He nuzzles his head into your neck and you stroke his hair. You're facing the fridge and see the polaroid has developed. In the photo, you both have a rosy glow. There's flour in his hair and on your face. You're looking at the camera, kind of. Poorly. You're smiling wide. His eyes are on you. The way he's looking at you in that photo is. . .God, it makes you even more sure of what you're giving him for Valentine's day.

He composes himself and kisses you again.

"Ok," you say. "I have something for you."

He jokingly scoffs since you already gave him a hard time about getting something for you.

"It was only a few dollars," you smile. "And I stole the dollars, so I technically didn't cheat," you joke.

You open a drawer and hand him a small brown box.

Corey lightly shakes the box from side to side, then hesitantly opens it. Before he looks, he touches it. As soon as his fingers hit it, his eyes tell you he's shocked and overwhelmed. He tries to swallow down the emotion but it's all over his face.

He says your name and you nod. His throat bobs as he swallows again. "Are you sure?" He asks.

"100%" you say. "I really, really want you here."

When he finally looks down at the box, he laughs. The house key is a rainbow unicorn print. You were hoping it would take the edge off. He's speechless and you don't make hi. Say anything. You just kiss and hug.

"Ok," he says. "My turn." He leads you by the hand toward the foyer and picks up his backpack. He takes out a simple paper sack and opens the door. It's gotten a little chillier as the sun has begun to set. Neither of you are wearing jackets,but you're okay.

You walk around the wraparound porch together. There are several bags of soil on the porch and some biodegradable planters. He hands you the paper bag. It has seed packets of your favorite flowers. You're speechless.

"Um, we'll have to start them inside," he says.

Now you're the one welling up with tears.

"It's too cold now, but when it's time, it comes with free installation," he grins.

Your brow furrows. There's a lump in your throat. You know he hates to see you cry. You try not to. You still haven't said anything.

"Like, I'll plant them in the ground when they're ready," he explains. You understand, you're just overwhelmed.

You blink and tears fall off your eyelashes. "You gave me a garden?"

He nods excitedly, then proudly adds, "Oh, and I didn't cheat. Since I've been doing the landscaping on the weekends, I earned a bunch of points, and . . . " He trails off as you cup his face.

He looks back and forth between your eyes. "It's just a garden," he says. He kisses you on the forehead. "You gave me a home." He wraps his big arms around you and rubs your arms.

You really love this man so much. "No, you gave me one," you say. "Right here in your arms."

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Happy Valentine's Day, reader! Corey loves you! 💘

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punkstatikparanoia · 7 months

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Halloween Ends tonight. 🎃

#my sweet boy ......#rohan campbell #corey cunningham #halloween ends #jamie lee curtis #mine

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hersweetrevenge · 10 months

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“I’d love you no matter what.” “No, you wouldn’t,” he insisted with tears in his eyes.

CLEAN AGAIN (2023) by @slutforstabbings

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#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends #corey: clean again #everyone go read clean again rn !! it is *the* epic corey x reader of all time !! but prepare to have your mind blown #i can't compliment this literal *novel* enough !! 💗#corey is sweet and unstable and dangerous and tired of being at rock bottom all the time #this isn't even half of all the details i love in this story #the details. the arcs. the characterisation. *chefs kiss*

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dark-but-just-a-game · 1 year

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Rohan Campbell as Corey Cunningham in Halloween Ends (2022)

#rohan campbell #corey cunningham #halloween ends #behind the scenes #2020s horror #my sweet evil babyboy

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writing-good-vibes · 3 months

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another lonely valentine's day

💗 happy valentine's day !! 💗 what better way to celebrate than to make our favourite babygirl suffer? this takes place in an au where the accident never happened, and corey is still working towards his college dreams by mowing lawns, having affairs and babysitting.

WARNING for corey cunningham x roger allen relationship, age difference, infidelity, unhealthy relationship dynamics, smut (non-penetrative and oral sex), angst from a guy who is upset that his married boyfriend doesn't love him, some mildly stalkerish behaviour, and some arguable hurt/comfort. 4.5K word count.

🎀 very cute dividers by @/gigittamic 🎀

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

"Corey?"

Corey sighs and checks the time. It had only been ten minutes since he put Jeremy to bed.

"Corey?!" Jeremy calls again, louder this time, his voice high and lifting at the end of his name. It grates on Corey's nerves.

"What is it now, Jeremy?"

"I'm thirsty!"

"You've just had a glass of milk."

"I want another one!"

They had a deal -- since Jeremy had gotten in so much trouble for his silly prank last Halloween and Corey had very generously done some self-serving damage control -- that Corey would let Jeremy do whatever he wanted (within some reason, as negotiable on the night, but usually involving too much energy for Corey's liking), and stay up as late as he wanted after he went to bed, in exchange for leaving Corey alone for the rest of the night. And if he didn't, Corey would tell Mr Allen just how much of a little shit Jeremy had been for him. It was a system that worked, even if it meant telling a couple of white lies about the evening's activities.

Jeremy was always a brat, it must have been coded directly into his DNA, but he'd been extra irritating before going to bed tonight. He tended to talk Corey's ear off anyway, asking personal questions that Corey would always lie in response to whether he strictly speaking needed to or not, and tonight he had extra ammunition.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Why not? It's because you're so ugly, isn't it."

"No, I just don't have one. I could if I wanted to."

"No you couldn't. Girls don't like boys who are ugly and poor. That's why you're bossing me around on Valentine's Day."

The back of Corey's neck itched. Sure, that's why he was spending his Valentine's Day babysitting the brattiest kid he'd ever met. Because no one wants to go out with him. Not because Jeremy's dad says "Jump," and Corey asks "How high?"

He shuts Jeremy up by letting him watch a playthrough on youtube of some horror videogame that one of Corey's friends back in high school would talk about nonstop. Turns out the game is way less scary when some hunk just talks over it, and although some of the music starts to freak him out a little, Corey surprises himself when he laughs along with Jeremy at most of the scares, even at the rabbit.

After traipsing back upstairs with another glass of milk, warm this time, Corey leaves Jeremy with a warning not to bother him again. Our deal, remember?

"What are you doing on Valentine's day?"

"Nothing," Corey replies, much too quickly. He can hear Mr Allen stifle a chuckle on the other end of the phone. Corey's cheeks burn, "Um, I mean, I don't have any plans, yet." Yet. As if they're lining up round the block to take Corey out and he just hasn't decided who's worth his time. "Why?"

"Well, Theresa and I were wondering if you'd be able to babysit Jeremy for a few hours?"

Corey bites his lips so hard he can taste blood. He soothes it with his tongue, "Sure, no problem." He kicks himself later for being such a sucker.

Mrs Allen is flustered when he arrives, putting the final touches of lipstick and perfume on while she explains the usual ground rules. Corey knows the drill. She looks beautiful, with her hair loose and curly around her shoulders and red flowers on her dress. He tries to imagine his own momma getting dressed up for a date, but he struggles to remember Momma and Ronald ever going anywhere without him. They hadn't even had a honeymoon.

Corey hovers awkwardly, trying to keep out of the way as Mrs Allen buzzes around, from the mirror to the coat stand by the door. While she puts her coat on, Corey's eyes wander as Mr Allen comes downstairs in a pressed suit. He waves at the older man, who gives him a wink that dangerously toes the line of 'friendly', before he disappears towards the kitchen.

"Oh!" Mrs Allen starts, before lowering her voice. "There's a box of chocolates in the kitchen for you, Corey. Roger put them on top of the fridge so Jeremy wouldn't see them; a little treat for you after he goes to bed."

Corey checks the time again. He hasn't heard a peep from Jeremy for a while, which is a good sign.

But the TV isn't holding his attention tonight like it normally does, and even though the Allens always tell him he can use their Netflix, he just can't settle on a movie.

Instead he scrolls through Roger's profile for a while, looking at his watch list and what he's been currently watching, what's been recommended to him and his most popular categories. Corey makes mental notes of where their tastes are similar and where they differ, thinks of how he can subtly integrate all of this into a conversation, to show just how interesting he is, how compatible they are.

His rumbling stomach puts an end to his media-stalking for now. Momma had made meatloaf for dinner, as grainy and bland as always, and Corey hadn't been able to stomach much of it. Not with the butterflies fluttering in his gut as he watched the clock, desperate to get out of the house a soon as possible tonight.

He lets a movie start playing, some 90's thriller than everyone in his American Lit. class used to rave about, before pulling himself off the couch and wandering into the kitchen.

The Allens' fridge is always fully stocked. Fruit and vegetables in the crisper, health foods that Corey's never even heard of before, branded candy and juice and condiments fill the door, cuts of meat that they probably actually knew how to cook instead of turning them to rubber or relying on boxes of lean cuisine. They even have an ice maker. There's a couple of bottles of Heineken -- because Roger only drinks Heineken in the house -- at the very front. It feels like a trick, Corey takes one anyway.

On top of the fridge, amongst juice boxes and tin that could be cookies but Corey guesses might be their sewing kit, is a red, heart-shaped box of chocolates. Just like Mrs Allen promised. Corey holds it in his hands, rubs his thumb against the satiny pink ribbon that wraps around it.

In middle school, Corey had gotten a Valentine's candygram one year. He walked into homeroom and found the pink paper heart and a cherry flavoured dumdum sat conspicuously on his desk.

There was a chorus of hushed giggles from behind him. Over his shoulder he sees Kelly and her friends, whispering. Whispering made Corey nervous. Then, Kelly waves at him shyly, a knowing smile on her face. He waved back, face burning.

He ate the lollipop over lunch, and folded the pink paper heart and put it in his pocket, carried it around with him all week. Sometimes he'd take it out to look at it, reading the message over and over and over again -- Be my Valentine?

Momma found the heart when she collected his laundry at the end of the week, emptying out his pockets onto the kitchen table, picking up the pink paper heart with her probing fingers.

Corey didn't hear the end of it for weeks.

There's a gift tag pre-attached at the bow on his Valentine's chocolates and Corey flips it open, expecting a list of the candies that are inside, but that isn't it. It's a message, handwritten in black biro in neat print-capitals. The words start to swim in Corey's vision, merging into an inky pool until he pushes his glasses up to wipe at his eyes, trying to hide his tears from an invisible audience. He isn't fooling anyone, because his lip starts wobbling instead.

He brings the candy back into the living room with him, along with his beer and sits criss-crossed on the couch, then rips the ribbon off in one go.

Corey sinks half the box before he can stop himself.

The rest he tries to savour, rolling each chocolate in his mouth, letting them melt on his tongue until he can figure out the flavoured centre while he watches his movie. The truffles are his favourites, then the pralines, followed by caramels, vanilla cream and pecan clusters, then finally the strawberry ones come last.

Between eating, he drinks his beer like a palate cleanser, finishing it only to go get the other bottle from the fridge. Two beers down, Corey can feel the buzz under his skin, in his tear-pink cheeks, and the relief of tension leaving his unsettled self.

If he takes the candy box home, Momma would ask too many questions that he didn't want to answer -- that he didn't even want to think about -- so he throws the empty tray in the trash can in the Allens' kitchen and chews a stick of bubblegum to cover the alcohol on his breath. It wasn't fool proof, but it was the most he could do.

Upstairs, Corey listens for movement from Jeremy's room. The hallway is dark, lit only by the lamps downstairs glowing up through the spiral of the staircase. Corey circles the warm light, never quite letting it catch him, as he dips into Jeremey's room to turn his TV off, then continues on to the master bedroom.

It's dark in there too, as Corey stands in the doorway. The bed is made neatly, sheets tucked cleanly under the mattress but rumpled in places where someone had sat down to pull on a stocking or tie a shoelace. He looks around familiarly, at the contemporary beige art on the walls and at the framed family pictures on the dresser, goes through the jackets and dresses that line the closet, and the messy draws full of almost designer sweaters and workout clothes and underwear. Mrs Allen's expensive lotion sits on the nightstand, next to where Corey always discards his glasses.

Laying in their bed, on Mr Allen's side, Corey looks up into the darkness. His cheeks are wet and getting wetter, and he rolls onto his front, muffles his sniffling in Mr Allen's pillow and breathing deeply the faint, shouldn't-be-comforting scent of the older man's cologne. Dark and woody, but classic in a way that compliments the rich floral perfume Corey always smells on Mrs Allen's pillow.

Part of him hopes Roger will know, hopes he'll feel the dampness there on his pillow while he tries to sleep, hopes he'll catch the taste of salt, and know exactly what he'd driven Corey to.

It's long-past midnight by the time Mr and Mrs Allen get home.

Corey hovers awkwardly by the door while Mrs Allen kicks out of her heels, hangs her coat on the stand, her conversation slower now as she thanks him again for babysitting. Corey preferred her like this, when she no longer had to worry about making their 7:30 reservation, or whether Jeremy was ready for bed before they left. When she isn't so tense, it made it a lot harder for Corey to interpret her tension as something else, something worse.

She counts his money out for him, but as he zips his coat up and prepares to cycle back home in the cold, Mr Allen stops him.

"Hold on, Corey, I'll give you a ride." The first words he'd spoken directly to Corey all night.

"Oh, no," Corey insists, hesitating anyway. "It's okay, really. I don't want to --"

"It's no trouble. We wouldn't want you out alone at this time. Unless you've got a secret black belt you haven't mentioned?"

Corey laughs, his real boyish laugh that Mr Allen likes so much.

Mrs Allen leans up, whispers something in her husbands ear, a perfectly French-manicured hand patting his chest once. Corey averts his eyes.

Then, Corey and Mr Allen are stood outside in the biting February air.

"Did you enjoy your night?" Corey asks as they pull out of the driveway. He rubs his cold hands together in his lap.

Roger turns the heater on high. "We did, thanks."

"What was the restaurant like?" He doesn't normally ask questions, doesn't normally like to know the answers, but he's feeling just a little vindictive tonight. Curious, too.

Roger catches his eye through the rear-view mirror. He smirks. "It was nice. We've been wanting to try it out for a while, actually. We don't go out as much as we should anymore."

"I just watched a movie," Corey says with a shrug, like it's no big deal. Like it's how he was going to be spending his Valentine's day anyway. "One that my friends at college always recommend, but I never get time to watch movies. Momma -- my mom -- she's always so picky about movies." Corey can hear himself start to ramble, clutching at the straws of interest. "And Jeremy was okay tonight," he lies, then changes his mind. "Well, he said I don't have a girlfriend because I'm ugly. But he didn't get up after he went to bed."

Roger sighs, "Ignore him, you know what he's like. Theresa coddles him, but he's a little terror sometimes, same as any other boy. And besides, you know that's not true -- you're not ugly." His hand leaves the wheel and lands on Corey's thigh.

The younger man hums, suppresses how utterly pleased he feels at being told that. You're not ugly, and god if Corey won't be thinking about that for who-knows how long. He doesn't say anything when Roger takes a right turn, heading for the long route back to Corey's side of town.

A stupid, sappy old love song comes on the radio. Corey reaches out to change the channel, settling on WURG, where Willy the Kid is hosting the Anti-Valentines show till late. Heartbroken love songs for all those unlucky enough to be without action tonight.

"You liked the chocolates?" Roger says. It ends in a question mark, but Corey hears a period.

"Yeah, I ate the whole box." He did like them. They were perfect and thoughtful and he's so very, very grateful because he shouldn't expect anything at all.

They pull into the empty lot of the Dollar General and Roger turns the car off, letting the sudden silence -- the stillness of the night -- settle over them. A distant streetlight casts a sickly orange light into the car, the light and shadows chiselling Roger's features deeper, more stern. Corey chews his lip until he tastes blood.

Still, it's Corey's hands that wander first. Because he's been so lonely, waiting all night long for Roger's attention. Looking after Roger's son and drinking Roger's beer and eating Roger's cheap Valentine's present, while Roger was at an expensive restaurant, eating his $80 steak, with his wife who deserves so much better. Corey doesn't though.

And Roger, not for the first time, thinks What the fuck am I doing? when his lips meet Corey's through the darkness. The younger man tastes of bubblegum and beer, but beneath that he can taste those damn chocolates. The taste suits him; sweet and boyish, a little bit cheap.

Any lingering thoughts of Theresa, of how it shouldn't take more than half an hour to drive to Corey's house and back, of how she's waiting for him with a promise -- whispered in his ear as he picked his car keys up off the the table by the door -- are quickly replaced with thoughts of them getting caught, of one of Haddonfield's finest driving by and seeing them, of a sharp tap on the window that makes Corey look up, mouth open and eyes wide and looking every bit the pretty boy he is, of talking their way out of a night in the cells for public indecency because This isn't what it looks like Officer, I swear!

And then Corey's pulling away, twisting himself around in the passenger seat so he can lean down, and Roger can't really make himself think of anything else but the way Corey is so obliging. Undoing Roger's belt, his fly, Corey pulls the older man's boxers down low enough to free his cock, slapping heavy against his toned stomach; Corey presses a wet, pouty kiss to his tip. "I missed you."

"You did?"

Corey nods, wrapping his hand around Roger's length, his fingertips just about touching. "So fucking much."

Another kiss, kittenish licks, Corey's soft hand stroking him slowly, working him like Roger isn't already rock hard for him. Roger closes his eyes, lets himself enjoy Corey's ministrations, learnt precisely by what Roger -- and Roger alone -- likes. They shouldn't be taking their time, however Roger is downright incapable of stopping Corey's hand as it smears his own precum down his shaft, slicking the younger man's movements, but not enough to take away the hint of hot and heavy friction that keeps Roger on the edge.

"I'll make it up to you, hm?" Roger manages, and Corey finally goes down on him, mouth wet and warm and always welcoming, as if to say, Go ahead.

With a sharp inhale, Roger starts, "I'll take you out somewhere. Somewhere nice. I know a restaurant that you'll love, where they do the best desserts you've ever had in your life. You'd like that, right?"

Corey hums in agreement; the vibration makes Roger throb even harder, pulsing against the soft roof of his mouth.

Roger always sounds so sure of his words, so assertive in his thoughts. It makes Corey believe him all the more, makes him want to nod and agree to whatever it is Roger tells him he thinks. Like how he always says Corey was such a tease, all those weekends he'd take his shirt off to mow the lawn, skin glistening with sweat right where Roger could see him. And how Corey had known exactly what he was doing with his wide-eyed virgin routine, as though Roger could have ever said no to him. And that Corey's so easy, so eager, so desperate. That Corey will always say yes.

"Or we could go to a bar. Shoot some pool, have some beers, catch the game. We could have a boys night." He grabs Corey's hair, applying a pressure that is more a suggestion -- more, deeper, please -- than a command.

"And then back to the hotel. Somewhere we can get room service, of course, I know you love that. And I'll take such good care of you. You know that, don't you, baby?"

Roger's getting close and he knows it, especially when Corey swallows, his throat tight and hot and clenching around Roger's cock and he's almost --

He pulls Corey off him, a thin trail of saliva dripping from his plush lip to Roger's spit-shiny head, and watches as the younger man wipes the rest of the drool from his chin with the back of his hand.

"I think you feel guilty," Corey says, voice level and surprisingly measured. There's no elaboration on what Roger should be feeling guilty about, just Corey's wide eyes and swollen lips, and Roger's left to fill in the blank space that Corey leaves behind.

Guilty about making me babysit. Guilty about driving me home. Guilty about doing this with me and then going home to sleep with your wife too.

The list goes on and on and on, and Roger tightens his grip in Corey's hair while he thinks, feeling the smooth, waxy strands twisted between his fingers. Corey will fuss over it in the rear-view mirror on the way home, combing his own fingers through those locks, back into his neat side-part, and Roger will watch him for too long, wishing he could see Corey's hair in it's full glory, not just sex-mused but his natural, bouncing cherub curls, more often.

Roger's hand is still in Corey's hair but he doesn't move, just waits to be told what to do.

"Get in the back."

It's only marginally less cramped in the back seat and darker still, the warm orange glow of the streetlight even fainter as Roger pulls Corey into his lap, lets him burrow into his neck while Roger slips a hand between his legs, palms the growing bulge over rough denim. Corey keens into it eagerly, legs twitching as he tries to keep himself from clamping his thighs around Roger's hand and humping it.

When his whines get louder, a strong hand grabs the back of Corey's knee, moving him to straddle Roger's trim hips, makes sure he's settled before teasing the zipper of Corey's jeans down, once again feeling that hard swell in his underwear.

There's a growing damp patch on the white cotton, sticking it to the leaking pink head of Corey's cock. Roger thumbs the wetness, smearing it through the fabric over Corey's burning skin, and Corey doesn't want to wait. He desperately pulls at the elastic of his briefs, pulls them down and hisses with relief when his dick springs free, resting against the pudge on his lower stomach, leaving a streak of precum on his auburnish happy trail.

Roger clasps one large hand around the both of them and Corey moans like it hurts; he grips tight, squeezing just right to press at the sensitive spot beneath his tip every time Corey's length slides against his.

Corey bucks in Roger's grasp, enough that Roger doesn't even have to stroke them anymore, just holds them still and grinds up against Corey's needy frotting. The developing rhythm is less co-ordinated than Corey can usually manage when he's on top, but the newness of the sensation, the way he can never quiet repeat the same motion or hit the same spot twice is maddening.

With all their clothes still on though, it's almost like it was back then, back when the most they did was dry hump on the couch while a football game played forgotten in the background. And it's not fair, Corey thinks. This is it? This is all he gets?

Roger once told him, "More is just never enough for you, is it, baby?", and although Corey had been kind of preoccupied at the time, the thought had burrowed it's way into his mind, repeated on a loop in Roger's low voice while Corey twiddled his thumbs in class the next day. Momma always told him something similar, when she'd decide he was being ungrateful over something or nothing -- it was always nothing -- that she didn't know what more Corey could want. A roof over his head, food on the table, his mother's love, always. Did he not already have enough? What more could Corey want? Boxed chocolates, empty promises and messy back-seat fumblings.

Roger is proven right. It's Valentine's day and Corey wants more.

"That's it, good boy. Feels good doesn't it?"

As Roger's hand slips further down the back of Corey's jeans, beneath his underwear, Corey catches his wrist, slowing the movement of his hips but not pausing, and tries to direct Roger's fingers closer to where he wants them.

Roger pulls back, resumes simply palming Corey's peachy ass. "Not tonight," he says firmly, and Corey makes a dissatisfied noise against the crisp white cotton of Roger's shirt.

"Please?"

Roger chuckles, "No, Corey." Still firm, but letting Corey down gently. "I know you want to play, but we can't. Not tonight."

"But I really want to, really badly," Corey pleads, scattering kisses up Roger's neck. It's not often Corey has to do the convincing. Rutting harder to prove his point, leaning back so Roger can see that playful little smile on his lips that always get him going, "And it's Valenti --"

"Corey," and it's a warning this time, given in a tone that Corey's never heard Roger use on him before. It's a tone he'd heard him use with Jeremy, though.

Corey shuts his mouth instantly, which is what he's always done best, and tries to ignore how his cheeks burn. The way his skin itches makes him want to scream.

After being told off, he can't bring himself to look back at Roger's disappointed face, so Corey looks down at their cocks instead, both wet with spit and precum, which is somehow less awkward. The spark in his gut rekindles slightly at the sight of Roger's dick, smaller than his by less than a half inch but big enough to knock the breath out of him, rubbing against his own.

Roger's hand has resumed stroking them together -- quickly, efficiently, like he's doing them both a favour.

A loud squeak breaks through the near-silence when Corey reaches out to brace himself against the window, his hand slipping in the condensation made up mostly of his own panting breaths. Another time, perhaps, it would have made him laugh, and his breathy laugh would have made Roger laugh and then --

Roger comes hard in his hand because he really can't let his shirt get dirty, and Corey follows with a shuddering groan, a half-word that could have been anything -- Fuck, Roger, Sorry -- warbles out with it.

"It's okay," Roger answers. "You're okay."

Corey licks Roger's hand clean, sucking the mess from his fingers. Tongue working between each digit till they're soaking wet. Tentative, playful nips at fingertips, biting just barely at his knuckles, never hard enough to leave a mark. No evidence gets left behind.

Feeling each ridge of Corey's teeth, Roger remembers the look on Corey's face from earlier, how his cheeks burned and he shrunk in on himself, making himself small and docile. If Corey bit down hard right now, sinking straight to the bone, then Roger would probably deserve it.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Corey whispers, lips brushing Roger's wet fingertips. Even in the quiet of the car, Corey's voice is smaller than it deserves to be. His big, brown eyes are glazy when they meet Roger's cold blues.

Roger stays quiet, feeling the warmth of Corey's heavy breath between them. In, out, in, out. He holds Corey's flushed face in his wet hand, strokes his thumb softly against his cheek, feels the barely-there stubble under his palm, watches Corey's eyes flutter shut, his lip twitch with the hint of a smile, his brow crease, fat teardrops well under his lashes until they spill down his cheeks.

"Let's get you home, hm?"

Mr Allen drops him off right outside his house -- "You're coming to do the gardening tomorrow, right?" -- and watches as Corey climbs out of the car and up the front porch steps. Joan lurks at the window, the curtains twitching closed once Corey gets to the door.

With one hand on the door handle, Corey turns to wave. Mr Allen is mostly shadowed in the driver's seat, but Corey half-smiles at him anyway, still looking even as Momma pulls him into the house by his scruff for being home so late.

As Corey lies in his bed, he stares up at the darkness of the ceiling. Or maybe his eyes are just closed because his fingers, slippery with the lotion from his nightstand, are shoved down his underwear. The gift tag from his chocolates -- For my Good Boy, ❤ R -- burns a hole beneath his pillow.

#corey cunningham x roger allen #💗💌 corey's love letters 💌💗#corey cunningham #i am a sweet tooth corey truther #corey baby that married man doesnt love you !!!!!!!#and they're such a cliche 🙄 fooling around with the babysitter ?? derivative #but i will never give corey a break #and thats a bona fide anna promise 😎#canon divergence my beloved !! they need more time together to make each other worse and ruin their lives even harder #some bonuses for the dedicated readers who also read my tags:#the game playthrough corey and jeremy watch is for f/naf #corey defo had a f/naf stan friend at school who would explain all the lore as it happened. like early days f/naf #corey watched his friend go through the trenches of the 1 - 4 timeline #the 90s movie that corey watches is the tal/ented mr rip/ley #the chocolates are russell stover. i added the pink bow though because 🎀aesthetic🎀#you know that gif of jude law in Wilde 1997 ?? yeah that one.#cunningallen

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z0mbiehouse · 2 years

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jay, holding this knife dogtoy: :) corey, who literally kills people: NO!! THAT IS TOO DARK FOR JERRY.

#corey cunningham #jay miller #munningham LOL #corey cunninghams boyfriend #halloween ends #halloween ends oc #jerry is their dog btw #he is a fluffy ass mutt #who only ever sleeps in bed with them #corey is the strict dad and he LOVES jerry to DEATH (woops)#jay loves jerry just as much but he wants to make a morally grey dog and by god corey will not let him #jerry is a sweet baby boy and he will not tolerate such SLANDER over his son

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myobmaya · 2 years

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nah cause I saw Halloween ends and Corey Cunningham???? dear fucking god 😵‍💫

THANK YOU

#shania gets it #Corey Cunningham tho #lemme check out this Corey feller #OH #OKAY #shania my sweet petal <3 #mayas mutuals

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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will you make a masterlist for all of your fics?

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

There will be more to come!

Bunny’s Masterlist ♡

Warning: contains 18+ themes

(read content warnings pls!!)

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

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

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

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

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

Subby himbo Ethan (smut)

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

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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

Mutual masturbation with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)

Somnophilia with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)

Getting caught being with Stepbrother! Ethan Landry (angst)

Lactation kink with Ethan (smut)

Ethan marking you with his cum (smut)

Getting punished by Ethan and Chad (smut)

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

Ethan tied up and overstimulated (smut)

Knifeplay with sub! Ethan (smut)

Pegging Ethan (smut)

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

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

Sub! Ethan Headcannons (smut)

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

Helping sub! Ethan relieve stress (smut)

Overstimulating sub! Ethan while riding him (smut)

Blowing Ethan in his knight costume (smut)

Perv! Ethan x bimbo! Reader (smut)

Somnophilia with Stalker! Ethan (smut)

Soft dom! Ethan and soft sex (smut)

Ethan with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut)

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

Sub! Ethan getting rimmed & pegged (smut)

Knifeplay with Amber Freeman (smut)

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

Ethan wearing your underwear <3 (smut)

Dark! Ethan Landry Headcannons (smut)

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

Outer Banks (Rafe Cameron, Pope Heyward, Barry)

Obx Porn Links

Dark! Rafe Cameron Headcannons (sfw & nsfw)

Best friend! Rafe taking your virginity (smut)

Sub! Rafe (smut)

Rafe with a crazy reader (mentions of sex)

Rafe brainrot (smut)

Stepbrother! Rafe comforting reader (hinted smut, fluff)

Barry with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut involved)

Gunplay with dom! Barry (smut)

Spiderman! Pope hcs (sfw & nsfw)

Barry kidnapping cameron! Reader (smut)

Dark! Rafe Headcanons (smut + sfw)

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

Part 1

Predator/pray kink with rafe (smut)

stepbro! Rafe fluff :)

Fear Street (Tommy Slater and Nick Goode)

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

Kissing Tommy for the first time (no smut)

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

Part 1

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

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

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

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

angsty reaper ash blurb (smut)

Sejanus + size kink blurb (smut)

coryo + jealous reader blurb (smut)

Cowboy! Coriolanus au (smut)

Angst + dark coryo & plinth! Reader (smut)

munch coryo x maid! Reader (smut)

virgin! Coryo blurb (smut)

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

The Last of Us (Joel Miller)

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

Avatar (Jake Sully)

size kink with Jake (smut)

House of the Dragon (Aegon Targaryen)

sub! Aegon with Aemond’s wife (smut)

Halloween Series (Corey Cunningham)

blurb of giving Corey head <3 (smut)

The Lost Boys (Star)

a cozy night with star <3 (smut)

Spider-Man (Miguel O’Hara)

Miguel taming you (smut)

American Psycho (Patrick Bateman)

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

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

night terrors and handjobs (smut with angst)

mark coming home to his lover (smut)

Cockwarming with Mark + a threeway with Strahm (smut)

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

dom! Adam (smut)

yandere! Mark blurb (smut)

eating out dom! Amanda (smut)

Hayden Christensen (Anakin Skywalker)

spanking with modern! Punk! Anakin (smut)

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

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

Anakin x overwhelmed reader blurb (smut)

Anakin + reader with bad memory (fluff)

Dbf! Anakin + religious reader (smut)

Queen of the Damned (Lestat De Lioncourt)

bath scene with sub! Lestat & reader (smut)

Fnaf (Mike Schmidt)

Mike nsfw headcanons (smut)

small lil Mike x succubus blurb (smut)

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

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bosinclairsgff · 24 days

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Pet names the slashers use

Warnings: none

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Amanda Young, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham, Brahms Heelshire, Mark Hoffman, Dollface

A/n I was running out of pet names I knew at the end sorry

- Bo will call you darlin, baby, babe or pretty girl. I could also calling you his little lamb. When he’s mad though, he’ll call you bitch or whore.

- Oh my gosh, Baby will call you just about anything. She mostly, however calls you sweetheart, sugar, honey, darling, pudding, cutie or love bug.

- Otis will address you as bitch anytime of the day. Even if he’s not mad at you, he could be HAPPY with you and be like “come hear bitch” and wouldn’t think twice. He will also call you mama, babygirl, bunny and missy.

- Amanda would call you something basic like baby, babe, MAYBE baby girl I’m not sure about that one though. She’s always calling you a pretty girl. I’m sure she’d occasionally throw in sweetie or sweetheart.

- Albert would of course call you dove, my love, sweetheart, honey, doll, baby. He’d only use degrading names when he’s angry.

- This man is a SIMP. Corey would call you baby, babe, my love, darling, baby girl, pretty girl and cutie!

- Mommy. He’d call you mommy, maybe mama. He’s a lil freak I fear.

- Mark isn’t a crazy romantic, he’d call you things like darling, babe, hot stuff and some other oddly specific name he comes up with.

- Dollface would call you sweet and cute names! Such as, baby, pumpkin, darling, kitty, bunny, love, sweetie, baby cakes and pretty girl.

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sonicfanthenightfury5099 · 1 month

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Slashers reacting to Reader eating a Peanut butter and pickle sandwich

Note: I've been having these recently, and I decided to write about how Slashers of my choosing reacting to the reader eating a Pb & P sandwich

Jason Voorhees, Michael myers (Og, RZ, and Peepaw), Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, The Sinclair Twins, Lester Sinclair, and Corey Cunningham

Jason Voorhees

What are you eating?

Is that Pickles on that Sandwich with Peanut butter??

Why did you put pickles on a perfectly good pb sandwich?

You offered him if he wanted to try your sandwich, which he politely declined the offer

The week passed, and you made another pb&p sandwich. Jason came up to you and asked if he could a little of it

Lifting up his mask and bit the corner of your sandwich

Now he understands why you like it

He takes his now half to the table to eat it

Michael Myers OG

Watching you making your sandwich, he wanted to hurl from the combination of Pickles and Peanut butter

His ass ate a dog, and he is grossed out of Peanut butter and Pickle sandwich

He's not a Fan of Pickles. The flavor is too gross for him. He will avoid the Pickle jar when he's raiding you fridge and would give you his Pickles slices off his burger so he can eat it

You make him a Pb&J from hearing him gagging from the living room

Definitely appreciated it

Michael myers RZ

He's a picky eater through and through

Would gag when smelling your sandwich you made

Why did you make that??

He would rather have peanut butter and pickles separately

Hell, he would eat peanut butter out the jar

He would make it just for you

Till he had a taste and he now gets it. Sweet peanut butter lessens the pickles vinegar taste

He would be munching on one while he's working

Peepaw Michael Myers

He just grimaced at seeing the combination of the site of Pickles and Peanut butter

What a strange combination of peanut butter and pickles

What's the appeal of the combination of peanut butter and pickles?

As long as you're happy making it, he's still going to grimace

When you're somewhere else, he took some peanut butter in a spoon and grabbed a pickle out of the jar, and tasted them together

He's definitely not a fan of Pickles, but he sees why the combination

But he's not making a sandwich anytime soon

Thomas Hewitt

OK, that's strange

He's not going to judge you

The boy eats people, and he's confused about Peanut butter and pickle sandwich

Luda Mae knows the appeal of it, sweetness of the peanut butter cuts through the vinegar taste of the pickles

Still not going to judge

Brahms Heelshire

Finds it weird

The brat is picky

Won't try it

He'll stick to PBJ instead

Bo Sinclair

Oh God, did Lester get you making those?

Oh, you made those before meeting him

He has seen his little brother make those when he comes by. He said it's really good, Bo thinks it's nasty

Lester has a sandwich buddy now

Bo's still grossed out by you two

Vincent Sinclair

Unlike his brother, Vincent isn't grossed out

He likes cheese and Jam sandwiches

May have tried your sandwich by accident when he was working on his drawing or painting

But he didn't stop eating it

Gave you half of his sandwich

Lester Sinclair

Oh my lord

You like PB&P sandwiches too?

He loves Peanut butter and Pickle sandwiches

He loves you more

He's a Garlic flavor type sweetheart

Like a bit of Louisiana hot sauce on his

Bo is grossed out by both of you now, Pb&P is nasty to him, Vincent is into his Cheese and jam

Corey Cunningham

He's more of a Banana and peanut butter type guy

He's definitely confused by your sandwich

Is that pickles on it?

Are they bread and butter pickles?

He'll have a little taste of it

OK, he see why you like it

He's putting a bit of a jam when he decides to make his own

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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Idk if this is nsfw, but could you write a Corey fic where he gets possessive and jealous? Kind of like in the movie, but more extreme?

Jealous Corey Cunningham Would Be Like This:

A/N: Nope, not nsfw; I've been getting a lot of requests for jealous Corey, so here you are 🙃 I've sort of been thinking about a sfw sleeping with Corey hc too... if you're interested?

🔪• Ah, Corey Cunningham, the young man that questions himself in wonder every day about just how he managed to make you his? And, in turn, questions everyone around you just how they'll attempt to undo his hard work and break your beautiful bond together.

🔪• This boy will do whatever it takes, whatever it takes, to keep you by his side. It could go from a dark glare to the person and a tighter grip on your hand, to blood sprayed on his clothes and adrenaline rushing through his veins. It doesn't matter to Corey. Just as long as you stay his, and your loving attention stays trained on his, he's relaxed and happy.

🔪• However. This all means that Corey will end up being a ridiculously overprotective and jealous boyfriend, especially if you're innocent to murdering and you aren't so easily acceptant to it as he is. He has to protect you. Who else will? This is his job, and he'll do it right. He couldn't defend himself before, let alone a lover, but now, he knows he can prove himself to you.

🔪• Whenever he gets jealous, Corey never gets annoyed with you. It's not your fault you're so angelic. They shouldn't have been looking for so long. They can't look with no eyes though, can they?

🔪• He'll often give you his jackets or sweaters to wear in and out. It shows people that you're taken, which makes him smile to himself when people realise, as well as heightens his possessiveness.

🔪• "Y-you're mine, aren't you, beautiful?" Just say yes

🔪• Corey can't function without you. You're his reason for practically everything he does in life, and he thrives off of your comforting touches and compassionate gazes. He's not had such sweet attention for years, and getting it from you is the best feeling he's ever had. He won't let it go.

🔪• Sometimes, you can realise how jealous he's been feeling when his embrace from behind you in bed is a little too tight, a leg slung over yours and his curls tickling your cheek as he buries his face in your neck. It's almost impossible to get out of his grips when he's feeling pouty. The best way to make him ease up? Just hug him back, give him a few kisses, and tell him to calm his ass down, because you're not leaving him for anyone.

🔪• "Corey, you know I only want you, right?" "...Do you really?"

🔪• His eyes light up in hopefulness whenever you confirm with him that yes, you love him too, and what he's feeling is okay, but he shouldn't be threatened. At the end of the day, he still is apprehensive with anyone that smiles a little too widely at you, or whose eyes linger for too long, but that's just him. Occasionally, some guy who was getting on with you amazingly a day ago has gone missing, or has been found dead in horrible circumstances.

🔪• "Did you kill him, Corey? Why?" "W-well, because, I needed to make him understand. You're meant for me, not him."

🔪• He can even get a bit funny with your friends if he doesn't know them well, his arm constantly around your waist or shoulder. PDA is actually bliss for Corey, since it displays how close you two are openly, and no one can do a thing about it.

🔪• Another thing: if he's marked you up on your neck the night before, or early in the morning, purposely leaving them open to see makes Corey melt and get all excited. Because, hey, look, there are perfect red-purple marks under your chin, and the person staring didn't do that, did they?

🔪• He's only jealous because he's never felt so hopelessly in love and desperate for anyone before in his life. With the right words and gentle touches, you can dissolve a sticky situation pretty easily, but it's all only because he cares. He cares so much, he could kill somebody.

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PDA | Preference

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: This is a semi short fic for the slashers, but I wanted to start off my blog somewhere! I’ll be back as soon as I can with some more. I’m going to be doing quite a few different chapters, and I’m always open to new ideas!

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

For my growing list of preferences and scenarios, you can follow along here!

Art The Clown

The two of you aren’t out in public together very often. With you having a busy work schedule, and Art being… well…

Instead, most of your time is spent in the safety and privacy of your apartment. Windows closed, shades drawn, lamps on and a movie playing while the two of you sit on the sofa together and you end up smooshed against his side when he pulls you in for a tight hug and presses a kiss to your forehead. On Halloween, one of the very few times you’re ever out with Art, he doesn’t do much. Truthfully, he’s too busy keeping an eye out for victims— as well as police. He will hold your hand, exaggeratingly swinging it between the two of you for fun, and he may dip to press a kiss to your lips as well— but it would be fast before he’s back on the lookout.

Billy Loomis

When the man says that he doesn’t care much about displaying his affection for you publicly, he means it. There isn’t a time, it seems, that his arm isn’t snug around you. That his hand isn’t in your back pocket when you’re walking in public. When you’re not holding his hand and snuggling into his side. It doesn’t matter where you are, he’d going to hold you as he pleases. Now, he has limits when it comes to these things, especially with his kisses. Billy would only ever get too intense with you if somebody wouldn’t stop staring at you when it’s very clear you’re with him. His kisses are usually quick and soft. Only every now and then will he press a slower kiss to your lips when you’re out in public.

Stu Macher

If there’s one thing that Stu cares nothing about, it’s the concept of PDA. His arm is always around you and it’s often in your back pocket so that he can give your ass subtle (not subtle) squeezes and see if he can make you squeal. He often kisses you whenever he feels like it, whether it be a quick peck to the forehead or if it’s a smooch on the lips. As much as he loves that you and Billy are good friends, Stu has always worried that you might change your mind about him and decide that you’re into his best friend, so when the three of you are together he stays rather attached at your hip.

Brahms Heelshire

Rarely, and I mean very rarely, are you ever out in public. As far as Brahms is concerned, outside on the property with the chance of the grocery boy spotting you two together would be considered “Public.” With that being said, he doesn’t really care at all if the grocery man saw the two of you together; in fact, the more that man that likes to linger his eyes on you saw you kissing Brahms back in such a sweet way, the better. Whenever the two of you are outside of the house, his hand is locked in yours. It could be hot and you could be sweaty, but your fingers would still be laced together. And he’ll kiss you when he pleases. If that just so happens to be when the gate opens and a car comes down the driveway, so be it.

Corey Cunningham

At the beginning of your relationship, he had absolutely no clue how to insinuate PDA. He didn’t even hardly know how to insinuate things when the two of you were alone. At first, it was nearly 100% up to you. To grab his hand and lace your fingers. To press a kiss to his cheek or his lips. To sit as snug as you could against his side and rest your head on his shoulder. Nowadays, after everything that happened and everything you’ve been through, he finds it much easier to grab you by the waist, pull you close to him and kiss you when someone is staring. After all, most people do— you were stunning and he knew even after all these years that he was the luckiest he could ever be to have you with him.

Mark Hoffman

He’s a jealous man. A possessive man. A protective man. There’s not a single thing or person in this world that he’s going to allow to hurt you. At this point in his life, you’re really all that he has. Therefore, he makes it clear to everybody that you’re not up for grabs. That you spend every night with him and all of his days off. He always holds your hand when you’re out. He always has his arm around your waist in a safe, protective manner. He has a strong stare, one not many dare to go against. Anybody eyeing you up quickly turns away. This goes along with his public kisses; he isn’t afraid to claim you as his own. Kissing your forehead sometimes, pressing a quick smooch to your hand, pulling you in by the waist and kissing your lips. Whether it be in a jealous manner or simply because he wants to, Mark doesn’t care too much about people finding his kissing you to be a burden.

Michael Myers

No. The two of you do not exist in the outside world together. Simply, no.

Pinhead

You’re hardly ever out with Pinhead. And if you are, it’s when the beings are causing mass destruction and bringing Hell to earth. In that case, he keeps you by his side, not wanting you to get caught in the crosshairs of what is to continue coming for the people in the town. However, he worries about you. The Cenobites are everlasting. But you— you’re a mere mortal with little means to protect yourself. Therefor, you spend a good majority of your time with Pinhead. Kept safe from harms way by the Cenobites and close to your very own being. However, Pinhead is unused to human affection; you need to teach him what it’s like to feel a person again. Holding hands in public is something that is common. Kissing— well, it’s hard enough as it is in private…

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♡ Dating Corey Cunningham Headcanons:

❝ If I can’t have her… No one will. ❝

[SFW Headcanons + No Gendered Terms]

Content Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Mentions of Murder/Violence, Possessive and Obsessive Behavior, Manipulation/Gaslighting, Mention of Previous Abuse.

A/N: Call me Saul Goodman the way I’ll defend this man. He did nothing wrong. He was simply being silly!!!!

Post-Michael Era:

> Corey knows how to disguise himself to look harmless which is how he wants you to view him. No one else’s opinion matters on him besides yours.

> He doesn’t know what it is but you somehow made him feel normal and yet so… alive. That’s what made his life turn to you completely.

> Corey appears like a regular dorky, shy, boy next door type. That’s what made him so charming. He wouldn’t want you to know how dangerous he really was.

> After a shitty day, he just wants to sit down and talk with you. Over the phone or in-person, he finds your voice to be comforting.

> He sometimes secretly records your voice to replay it over and over again to soothe him if he can’t get to you.

> Corey somehow can always bump into you. It’s funny. It’s almost like he’s stalking you or something. And of course, it’s because he is and memorized your schedule the moment he saw you.

> Corey can’t help but claim you as his even before you two began dating because in his mind, no one could save you like he could. He was your hero. He’d make you see that soon.

> He’s always sweet to you. Showering you in affection and slowly manipulating you to believe only he can help you. You don’t need friends. You need him.

> Corey needs to feel needed by you. When he starts seeing you rely on him more and more, he knows he’s won. He has you just as he liked.

> Friends aren’t spending as much time with you recently? He’s right there to vent to. Parents getting on your ass about something? Hey, he knows what that’s like. Partner making you feel insecure? Corey will have you feeling like a precious diamond.

> And once you’ve realized Corey is the one, he’s more than overjoyed but he just gives a small smirk and wraps his arms around you.

> He’s the definition of “hates everyone but you” type. Everyone else is insufferable to him but nothing you do can bother him.

> Now that he has his love, finding targets becomes so much easier. Anyone who bothers you simply becomes a missing person who Corey led to Michael.

> Corey wouldn’t tell you about it until it became a true achievement in his mind. Say you had an abusive ex or a cheating ex, something along those lines. Corey would lead you to his “surprise” of that ex’s corpse and proclaiming his absolute love for you.

> Because to him, being willing to kill and going through with it is the ultimate form of devotion.

> Corey’s main Love Languages to give are: Acts of Service and Quality Time.

> Corey wants you to feel like you need him and can’t live without him. So he makes you dependent on him.

> He’ll go out of his way to make inconveniences for you so he could fix them.

> Your car somehow broke down and you have no idea how? Corey’s there to save the day. You swear you had your alarms set that morning but they didn’t go off? Corey can pick you up and drop you off. “Accidentally” got food poisoning so now you’re sick for a few days? Corey is there to take care of you.

> He’s always just conveniently there and so helpful! It’s all because he knows you so well.

> Also any time of the day is time to spend with him. He’s incredibly clingy and feels just off if you aren’t beside him.

> Like everything is dimmer when you aren’t around so he has a tendency to sneak off during his lunch breaks to stop by to see you.

> Late at night, he’ll text to look out your window and there he is: flower in hand and a sweet smile as he invites you on a night out.

> His favorite is anywhere with a nice overhead view of the lit-up city. Maybe a rooftop or something and he just has you in his arms, right where you belong.

> Corey’s favorite Love Languages to receive are: Physical Touch and Quality Time.

> Before you actually got into a relationship, Corey CRAVED your touch. He’d go out of his way to get it. Having his hand linger on yours if he gives you something, insisting for a hug when you vent, etc.

> Now that he has you, there is nothing better than feeling you.

> When you grab his hand if you feel nervous or scared, he’s over the moon. He wants to be your protector and the fact that you know that is perfect to him.

> He likes to be littered in kisses in reward for him doing well. Corey becomes more like Pre-Michael era when it comes to affection. Just an absolute puppydog looking for attention.

> Corey doesn’t like being away from you. It’s kind of like a separation anxiety where he’s worried being away from you means you’re in danger.

> So the best way to make him happy is to surprise him with your presence!

> Casually stopping by his work, claiming your car needs to be fixed when everything is fine just so you can see him.

> Asking for him to hang out randomly for no reason at all other than to be beside him. He’ll immediately swing by and pick you up the moment he opens the door to cuddle with you.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

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