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roguelov · 1 year

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Look at You

Summary: With his back turned, you decided to try on your love’s, the Corinthian, sunglasses. But, only trying them on will come with some consequences.

Word Count: ~2.2k

Reader: Afab

Warning: Smut (fingering, dirty talk, teasing/begging, unprotected sex (doggystyle), mirror sex)

Requested by the sweet @dreamstatednightmare

MINOR DNI/ 18+ ONLY

You inhaled softly, awaking to a new day. Cracking open your eyes, the yellow hues of the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows. Dust particles - that hung loosely in the air - now twinkled like your own galaxy trapped within your four walls.

You sighed, and snuggled deeper into the warmth of bed and sheets. Your head lolled over to the side. A smile - so joyful, pure of adoration - crossed your lips.

Your miniature stars of your galaxy floated down, haloing around your love’s face. He basked in the early morning golden hue, like a god sculpted by fire and wonder. His voice was a deep vibrato, a harmonious symphony, that hummed within your bones down to your soul. It uplifted you. His touch was downright intoxicating that left you addicted and always wishing - aching - for more. His essence enveloped you, he became the sun to your barren earth.

He was perfect.

“You’re staring again, sweetheart.”

Still smiling, you snorted. “Is that a problem?”

Corinthian titled his head over to you. He opened his eyes, smiling widely.

Nightmare. A monsterous vision.

Teeth - yes, teeth - stared at you where eyes should be. Pearl white teeth that clicked together - a sickening click meant to haunt dreams. Yet, despite all of it, you continued to smile back at him.

“No, not at all.” His rich syrupy voice inflected with a southern drawl, even more pronounced with the lingering effects of sleep.

You completely rolled over, facing him. “Good.”

He laughed once. “You really are somethin’, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah, your problem.”

With quick reflexes, he threw his arm out over your waist and drew you in, pressing you firmly against his chest. Your smile only widened, despite being face to face with a literal nightmare. No fears, no worries, only love flooded over you. Such a dizzying warmth.

“You are just too sweet, I could eat you up.” He popped the ‘p’, then tossed you a wolfish grin.

“You could, but who would keep you company?” Your hands skimmed up his chest.

“You think I couldn’t find someone else?” He teased.

“No one as good as me.”

He clicked his tongue. “Now, you may be right about that.”

“I’m always right.”

“Oh, now don’t go pushin’ on it.” He leaned in and pecked your forehead. But, neither of you were satisfied with it, so he kissed your lips. So sweet, so addictingly sweet. Smirking, he whispered against your lips. “You know I was thinking about hopping into the shower, care to join me?”

You hummed in thought. “Tempting.”

“But?”

“But, I’ll sit this one out … for now.”

“Ooo, I like that promise.”

He kissed your lips once more before rolling out of bed. Your eyes trailed after him, hungrily taking him in. He strolled into the bathroom shutting the door behind him, hiding him from your view.

You flopped onto your back, sighing.

The pipes creaked as the shower turned on.

Now, you could get up to start your day as well. Maybe, you could make breakfast for the two of you … or you could stay in the comfort of your bed just a little while longer.

You peered back over to the closed bathroom door, but something was caught in your peripheral - something shone, glittered, in the sunlight. All your attention shifted.

Sunglasses.

It was frankly an ordinary pair of sunglasses neatly folded on the nightstand. However, ordinary also wasn’t the correct word. It was a unique pair because it was the Corinthian’s sunglasses which hid his true nature out in public. Sunglasses he freely tossed aside once in the confinements of your home.

He trusted you, wholeheartedly. Trusted and loved you enough to shed his mask.

Unfortunately, in this moment, you only had one thought in mind: to try them on for yourself.

You snuck a glance to the bathroom door. Still closed, and the shower still ran. If you listened closely you could hear the soft whistling from the Corinthian. Biting back a giddy smile, you scrambled across the bed and plucked up the dark circular sunglasses.

You slipped them on. You were taken back by how dark the room became, it was nearly pitch black.

How does he see in these?

You hopped out of bed and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on the closet door. You smiled at yourself. You had to admit you loved how they looked on you. Like how they framed your face, how they made you feel. Staring at yourself, you started to goofy faces then just downright admired yourself.

You laughed, having your fun and turned away.

Arms snuck around your waist.

Your breath was taken away, your heart leapt up into your throat. Turning your head back to the mirror, your eyes locked onto the Corinthian directly behind you. His pale blonde hair slicked back as water droplets occasionally dripped off the one loose strand. His body, his skin still damp and slightly red, radiated an intense heat from the shower. Your clothes soon stuck to his bare chest. And to top it off, all he had covering himself was a towel tucked around his waist.

And although he couldn’t see your wide shocked eyes, he could perfectly picture it in his mind. He chuckled, tightening his grip. “Having fun, darlin’?”

You laughed once, a little nervous. Would he be mad? Upset? “Yeah, uh, sorry.”

“Oh, now don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” He dropped his head, his lips skimmed over your neck. “I think they look good on you.”

You tucked your chin to your chest, feeling both relief and bashful by his honey sweet words.

He chuckled softly. You were certainly something, something he loved sinking his teeth into. His hands glided down and gripped your hips. He nipped at your neck. You gasped. He smirked, the same buttery smirk he always wears. He brought your hips back, making you grind on him just a bit. At the small sensation, a pleasant hum vibrated in the back of his throat.

You shivered. Your head tipped forward, craning to the side to give him better access. His glasses slid down the bridge of your nose

A hand snaked up your body - over your curves and valleys, leaving a trail of goosebumps - and wrapped gently around your throat. It tipped your head back, so you could look at yourself in the mirror head on. Corinthian smiled deviously. “Now, now, sweetheart, I think you need to see this.”

His sunglasses hung on the tip of your nose. Looking over top of them, you made eye contact with him. He only smirked, one that held a hidden agenda. His hand - wrapped around your throat - came up and pushed his glasses back properly on your face. His face nuzzled into your neck, starting to bite and bruise you.

“I want you to keep them, sweetheart.” He mumbled into your skin. “And keep your eyes on me, on what I do.”

His fingers traced down your body, loving how easily you squirmed. His fingers landed on the waistband of your sweatpants. He picked at the elastic, humming in minor disapproval.

“Step out of those pants for me, would you darlin’?” You obeyed without a second thought. You shimmed out of your sweatpants then kicked them to the side. “And these too.”

He tugged on your underwear. You pulled them off, and decidedly your shirt too, tossing them to the growing pile. Your heart hammered in your chest, absolutely thrilled by the quick turn of events.

His eyes raked over your body. He smiled, showing all his teeth like a ferocious hungry animal. “Perfect.”

His arms shot out and yanked you towards his body. He twisted you around, ensuring you faced the mirror. He peppered kisses down your jaw and neck. Each kiss, you fell - fell into depravity, fell into his waiting arms. His fingers danced over your body, tracing over your curves. Your skin screamed - ached, yearned - for more. His fingers skimmed down your thighs then towards your core. But, he only teased. With a feathery touch, he glided over your inner thigh.

Leaning into him, you let out a shaky breath.

He smirked, deviously. He kissed your neck - a mere distraction. With one finger, he dipped down, swiping along your wet folds.

Your breath hitched.

“My, my, what has you all turned on?” His finger teased your entrance again. Your heart pounded against your flushed chest and ears. All his doing. “Come on, answer me, sweetheart. Who has you all in a tizzy?”

Licking your lips, you breathed out, “You.”

“That’s right.”

He circled around your clit, playing with it - teasing you as he always did. You dropped your head back into him. Fluttering your eyes closed, a string of curses passed under your breath.

“Ah, I want you to look.” With his free hand, he grabbed your chin making you look at the mirror.

Darkness stared back.

You shivered.

Your naked body was solely supported by him, while he hid from view. All you saw his smirk and of course his fingers. How they wondered over your body, and reflected in the light with your juices. You swallowed, nervously. Your eyes locked onto his hand, onto his skillful fingers as they dipped between your folds and inside of you.

You whimpered.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, slowly working you to your high. “You’re okay, I got you.” He whispered in your ear.

Even through the dark glasses, you could easily see how his fingers disappeared inside of you. And if you couldn’t see, you could most definitely hear the sinful wet noises.

Your hands flew up, threading into his damp hair. You tugged on the golden strains, needing to cling to him, needing all the support to keep you upright. You greedily grinded down on his fingers.

He moaned, loving how you were losing yourself in such intense feelings. “Hmm, just like that sweetheart, just like that.”

The heel of his palm grinded into your clit. Moaning, you bucked your hips. More. His fingers curled. Your walls fluttered. More. He smiled to himself. He pumped faster, giddy how close you were reaching your end. You yanked on his hair, whining. You rocked your hips desperately chasing your high.

He chuckled. A deep vibration felt in your chest. Yet, despite knowing how close you were, his fingers slipped out of you.

You whined, unabashedly.

“Come here.”

He moved you around the bed, and easily bent you over the edge - all in front of the mirror, or so you could look at yourself head on. Your hands rested on the bed with your ass sticking out. Nerves and excitement fluttered through you. His towel dropped with a soft thud, and your heart rate spiked. He grabbed your hips and his cock teased your entrance.

You were needy, you were desperate. You immediately pushed back, wiggling your hips.

He purred. “Slow down, sweetheart.”

He continued to tease you, just sinking his tip between your folds. Oh how he enjoyed how you became more and more vocal. Such a devious man in such a beautiful package.

Such trickery, such irony, such poetry.

“Please,” you begged.

He hummed. “Say it nicely.”

“Please, Corinthian.”

He hissed through his teeth. “Darlin’, I don’t know.”

You whimpered. “Please, please, I want you.”

Your words hung in the air. He said nothing, as if weighing them. Then he leaned down, his lips brushed over the shell of your ear. “Now, that is begging, sweetheart.”

His cock slipped inside you, and your wall eagerly welcomed him.

“Ooo, look at you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flickered up, over the edge of glasses. Your mouth had fallen apart into a silent moan. Corinthian smirked from behind you, looming behind you. His skin glistened in sunlight like a god made of stars. He radiated warmth, but his actions always said otherwise.

His was a contradiction, but your contradiction.

He rocked his hips, sliding in and out with such ease. You dropped to your forearms. “Fuck.”

Corinthian chuckled. His fingers dug into your hips, definitely bruising them. He began to pick up his pace.

Your head tipped forward, burying into the sheets. Unbothered by how the glasses pressed into your face. Your whines and moans were muffled. You pushed back, grinding into him.

He moaned. “Ooo, just like that darlin’.”

He pounded into you, and you matched his pace. His skin smacked against you, such a resounding delicious sound. Higher and higher you both rose. Your walls fluttered around him. His cocked twitched and he moaned.

You whined. “Corinthian.”

“Come on, come for my sweetheart, I know you can do it.” He lifted your head, making you look at yourself in the mirror again. “I want you to watch yourself.”

His cock kissed deep within you, hitting such delightful spots.

You whimpered.

With each hit, you reached higher and higher and -

And you finally crashed.

You moaned, watching yourself as you came around him.

Corinthian chuckled. He grabbed your hips forcibly and continuously pounded into you making you ride out your orgasm while chasing his own. And you watched, utterly entranced by him. Your nightmare wrapped in a dream. He closed his eyes, tipping his head back to the gods. His mouth fell open and he moaned out your name.

You shivered.

He dropped his head, opening his eyes. He connected with yours in the mirror. He tossed you a tired smile, and bent over you. The same smirk, cocky and somewhat arrogant, wormed its way onto his beautiful lips. He whispered into your ear. “Care to join me in the shower now?”

You laughed, breathless. “Absolutely.”

#the sandman #the corinthian #corinthian sandman #corinthian x reader #Corinthian x afab!reader #corinthian x you #corinthian smut #the sandman smut #smut #afab!reader

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ml-nolan · 5 months

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Kick's 2023 Fic Roundup (YEEEHA!)

[Please use the Kayne Malevolent voice for that title]

SOOOOOO all domains included—fics, original fiction, nonfiction, and copywriting—I wrote over 300k words this year. Of that, fic was 132,449 words! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I'm pretty proud of it, honestly, so I thought I'd hop on the rundown bandwagon.

Thanks to everyone who read my stuff, kudos-d it, commented on it, and yelled with me about it on Tumblr and Discord (Honk-Honk to all my honkos!!! 💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤). Y'all have made my life so much more fun this year.

The Sandman - Dreamling

Music When You Speak [Rated E | 72,075 words]

When incognito rock star Dream of the Endless drifts into Hob Gadling's record store, it's instant attraction. Neither of them expected things to get this serious.

This started out as an experiment in "taking time to enjoy the scenery," so naturally I had to [SPOILER ALERT] add a kidnapping subplot that ends with Dream naked and covered in blood.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oops.

I'm so glad so many people loved it. I loved it too. Still do.

Playlist here

Aaaaand complimentary ficlet, Piece by Piece [Rated T | 610 words].

I'll Make You Sorry [Rated E | 12,035 words]

Things from Hob's past are making Hob's hookups run screaming into the night, and it's really freaking him out. Dream is very concerned (both that other people are dreaming Hob's dreams and that Hob takes so many lovers).

This is my only canon-adjacent fic (so far) that isn't ficlet or pure smut, and I enjoyed making both of them so deeply uncomfortable. Also I need to write more Corinthian because I found his voice disturbingly easy to emulate. 😂😂😂

On Sex Dreams and Anachronisms [Rated E | 1,818 words]: Two embarrassing times Dream dropped in on Hob's sexy dreams and one much nicer one. Second silliest thing I wrote this year.

(Not) Spellbound [Rated E | 1,192]: This is just bondage smut. You're welcome. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

How to Extract Your Boyfriend from Toxic Internet Culture [Rated G | 704 words]: By far the silliest thing I wrote this year. Features retired Dream's stint as a True Crime Wine Mom.

One Tall Dark Stranger [Rated G | 565 words]: From the prompt "Accidental Hand Touching."

You Will Not Be Bothered [Rated G | 420 words]: From the prompt "picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face."

I'll Be a Better Man Than My Father Ever Was - Chapter 4 by @chaosclimber | for the Dreamling for Ukraine fundraiser.

[PODFIC] Inappropriate Uses of the Dewey Decimal System and Coworkers by Hob Gadling, no PhD (Chapter 2) by @chaosheadspace | for the Dreamling for Ukraine fundraiser.

Metaphysics by @quillingwords

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The Sandman - Femslash Weekend!

This was so fun, and I have at least one more femslash idea I really hope to have the spoons to finish in January. 💜🖤💜🖤

You're Gonna Catch Hell [Johanna/Mazikeen | Rated E | 2,116 Words]

Johanna Constantine, a gun for hire, is meeting a very dangerous new client at Club Hell. A mysterious woman who spots her right when she enters the club might pose some complications.

Pure smut, although I have an enormous hc around this AU that I'm not sure will ever see the light of day.

Obliterate All Prior Things [Lucienne/Gault | Rated E | Words 3,421]

Whatever horrible thing Lucienne says is happening to The Dreaming is certainly happening. But the other part—the bit where Lucienne thinks she is the reason for it—cannot be allowed to stand. Run away with me, Gault wants to say. We'll find our own way. Be whoever we want. And you can finally rest.

I have huge feelings about Gaulcienne, which will become extremely clear if you read this.

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The Magnus Archives — Goof Troop (aka., TimGerry)

Just an Animal Looking for a Home [Rated E | 33,349 words | Love and Nonsense AU - WIP]

When Tim Stoker came to Pinhole Books, it was like someone jammed a foot on the accelerator of Gerry's life. After a health scare, a wedding to his (let's be honest) soul mate, and the exponential growth of the shop, it's showing no signs of slowing down. Now, Pinhole is opening a second location, their beloved Fiona Law is retiring, and Tim and Gerry are bringing a new canine member into their family. But even good changes can be overwhelming, and Gerry finds himself dealing with old trauma he thought he'd left far behind him. Plus, Tim is unexpectedly forced to face old conflicts, which takes him places where Gerry can't follow. With all these stressors on top of the typical growing pains that come with a still-new marriage, Tim and Gerry have to learn to work through their issues together. It's either that or fall apart.

This is the sequel to Hiding in Plain Sight, which I actually started this in 2022 and took a hiatus while I was writing Music When You Speak (so the word count includes 2022 chapters, don't @ me 😂). It's pretty heavy but I think the break will make the story that much better for it, honestly.

Playlist here.

Also in this AU, a couple ficlets set before TimGerry got together.

What's His Deal? [Rated T | 608 words]: Gerry tries to find out what Tim's deal is. Jon is completely unhelpful. From "Blossoming Romance" Tumblr prompt: "Attempting to find out if they are single/available"

Scoop [Rated E | 682 words]: Gerry has just hired a new employee at Pinhole books, and it may just cost him his sanity. Involves ice cream.

Ad Libitum [Rated E | 1,861 words - WIP]

It's Tim Stoker's first week at The Magnus Conservatory, and his piano accompanist hasn't shown up for auditions. An imposing goth swoops out of the shadows to save him, but Tim worries his instant attraction to the man may make it hard to control himself.

I just started this one! Music conservatory AU where Tim is studying voice and Gerry is a pianist. Excited to see where it goes (honestly, your guess is as good as mine at the moment).

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And of course I've got a book and a Patreon with two serials in progress if you're interested.😉😉😉 But I hope to write a LOT more fic in 2024! Love y'all. 💜🖤💜🖤💜💜🖤💜🖤💜💜🖤💜🖤💜

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glasskey · 8 months

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Nick & June's Mix tape Vol. 2

With season 2 comes volume 2 of our Nick and June mix and it’s an interesting one. Nick and June fall in love, await the arrival of their new bub, fight off numerous enemies and we learn that true love requires absolute sacrifice.

Rebel Handmaid Commander

Watching Nick and June fight at the Boston Globe is absolutely mesmerising. These two have been locked up and forced to behave for so long, now they have the freedom to actually argue (amongst other things…. cough cough) it’s like shaking the can and ripping off the lid. This scene is supercharged from the word go. The sex scene here is raw, real and by ordinary standards, it’s seriously graphic. These two are finally taking a deep breath of one another, instead of whispering sweet nothings and secreting themselves away in clandestine corners. June bites Nick, it’s antagonistic, a sign that they’re not going to be playing nice today. She’s still slightly pissed off and she wants no part of the lawn boy bit, so he’d better bring his A game. Well okay then.

There’s an incredible sense of relief at watching June being able to argue with Nick, the Handmaids hood and its accessories are ashes, and at last after years of being made to be quiet, she’s allowed to actually yell at a man for being an idiot. She’s also not this delicate precious thing in the tower anymore, and Blaine’s finally got the opportunity to have a few choice words of his own. Essentially both of them have grievances and they’re not pulling any punches. It’s clear from June’s new nickname that she’s already earning herself quite a reputation amongst The Eyes as a bit of a trouble maker. As the mother of his child, Nick’s understandably feeling a little antsy about her sticking her neck out so readily for the noose. Given Gilead’s somewhat unforgiving laws, Blaine seems to be a touch vexed that he’s spending a lot of time playing “stubborn or stupid” when it comes to June. But it’s exactly this relentless recklessness that enables her to be the kind of leader, he already sense’s she will become.

June’s rightfully annoyed that, while yes she has been extricated from the Waterford’s clutches, Nick doesn’t seem to have much of an idea as to what’s next. At this point Nicks still finding his feet with Mayday, no doubt he’s always known where to find them when he needs to, but up until now he’s never needed to. In Gilead you need to think two moves ahead and June’s allegation of Nick wanting “to play the hero” is a crack at just how unprepared he is. There’s a definite dig here at his status in the Waterford household as the resident whipping boy who’s suddenly decided that he wants to level up. As with June transitioning from “not being that kind of person” to our Rebel Handmaid Commander it all takes time. Heroes aren’t born, they’re forged through struggle and battle and Blaine’s not even close to being fully formed yet. It’s not until the end of Season 2, when he finally holds his daughter, that we see him begin this journey and it’s only the end of Season 5 that he truly earns a place by her side as a warrior.

Blaine’s definitely not thinking straight, he’s a freshly minted baby daddy who’s freaked out and gone against all of his instincts of self-preservation, to help June make a break for the border. June’s no better, she’s all heart, no head here too. Her love for Hannah completely outweighing any reasonable argument that Nick may have for the remotest chance of success. Ultimately his options are limited to letting her go with a gun or without one. Make no mistake, she was always going to get those keys.

Corinthians

In season 2 we see Blaine cite Corinthians 13:4, a psalm espousing the pure nature of love in front of Fred, Serena and his newly arranged wife, as he looks at June. “Love is patient” according to Corinthians 13:4, in Gilead it has to be, marriage is transactional and love is an inconvenient obstacle to a servant’s higher purpose.

If you were ever under any illusions that Nick was a “free” man, the whole Eden debacle should clarify things for you nicely. A free man doesn’t have to marry a child bride while the woman he loves and the mother of his child watches. That’s just not a thing. Nicks selection of this psalm is a message to June that’s designed to serve as an assurance amongst all the recent emotional rubble, but he’s also hoping to God that some of its actual meaning will penetrate Fred and Serena’s thick skulls. Unfortunately it’s to no avail, to the Waterford’s Corinthians is simply just pretty words and no message.

When Nick reads Corinthians, Serena understands exactly who it’s for and promptly sends June to her room…….like that’s actually going to make a difference. Serena’s maneuverings in this arranged marriage and Eden’s ensuing death are an eerie reflection of her forced conception of Holly and the ultimate theft of Nick and June’s dream for a family through the appropriation of their child.

Eden’s death is a metaphor for the destruction of paradise, her recitation of Corinthians 13:4 just prior to her death brings into sharp relief Gilead’s ruthless annihilation of beauty. Eden’s refusal to apologise for, lie about or relinquish Isaac, speaks loudly of the absolute unselfish sacrifice of true love. Nick may not give a fuck about himself but he loves June entirely and refuses to see her dead, however painful, he resolves to give her up.

Serena has observed the progression of Nick and June’s relationship and decided enough is enough, it’s now reached threat level 9 and needs to be stopped before it hits critical mass. Corinthians 13:4 speaks of love as something that is earned, treasured, abides through trials of great suffering, heals and humbles. If Serena had any inkling of what this meant, she’d know it was already way too late.

He's the one who got them out.

There’s selfless, and then there’s this next level shit that Nick pulled in season 2 when he smuggles out a bunch of handmaids letters and then credits Luke with getting them out. Okay so maybe not completely incorrect after all Luke and Moira did flood the internet with them. But seriously the statement “got them out” implies some type of serious effort or danger like let’s say a trip across the border with them, rather than a simple post on Insta or Twitter with a few choice hash tags.

At the very least Nick should get a bit of credit here right? RIGHT? The fact that he DOESN’T take any is absolutely intentional. Nick returned from Canada asking for nothing and giving June everything. It cost him a huge part of himself and the fact that he gave it away so readily was designed to illustrate his pure self-sacrifice for her. This is the moment, right here that’s designed to show that Blaine loves her, like LOVES her, and officially doesn’t care what it costs him.

The very act of passing these letters to Luke and then crediting Luke with them, is a veiled metaphor for the passing of messages back and forth between June and her family. While ridiculously selfless it’s necessary for Blaine to credit Luke in order to complete the actual construct of the metaphor.

Blaine is June’s conduit, her messenger, guardian, guide, lover, but with the words “I met your husband” he reminds her and acknowledges that in the ordinary world he will have to relinquish these roles. There are three words contained in this scene that perfectly capture Blaine’s sentiment and they’re heartbreaking in their simplicity: “I should go” he says and as he leaves he tells her he loves her for the last time that season.

Blaine looks crushed and limps away visibly wounded, June is so overjoyed by his news about Luke and Moira, it’s as if she is blind to his pain. For both of them there is the realisation that not only CAN she leave but she inevitably WILL. It’s not long after we see him arrange for June to leave and for the next three seasons he keeps his distance. This is a crucial moment for Blaine, the letters home and meeting Luke face to face form the basis of his attempted growing separation from her as he tries to do “the right thing”. The only problem is, the more that Blaine sacrifices for her, the more her love for him grows.

I wish I could hold her

No exaggeration, this fucking wrecked me. There are a few moments on THT that choke me up spontaneously and this is one of them. It’s absolutely gutting to see a usually stoic Blaine suddenly dissolve into a puddle of vulnerability, heartache and tenderness.

Blaine doesn’t often talk about their baby, he doesn’t dare, it’s altogether too much to hope for that they might one day be a family. Here he can’t contain himself, “Our babies so beautiful” he says, his joy over the birth of his new daughter and his love for the mother of his child, spilling out of him. “I wish I could hold her” he says with the heartbreaking revelation that Nick has been stripped of any claim to his own daughter, including the ability to hold her for the first time. Tears well in June’s eyes, her usual sassy cynicism completely melting away in a single heartbeat.

With the birth of Holly comes the first time we hear Blaine actually mention the possibility of leaving Gilead, for the first time he has something that might make him try. The two of them fantasise about an idyllic escape from the Hell of Gilead. The golden glowing leafy window makes it hard to believe they’re not already standing on a sandy beach beneath lush green trees.

The Waterford’s window contains a gingko biloba, the most ancient of all trees, a symbol of their lasting love and growing family tree. This is one of those incredible THT moments that will stay with you throughout the seasons, where two parents bond over the birth of their child and dream of a better life together…..in Hawaii. I’m not crying, you’re crying…

Before I get into our 3rd Nick and June Mix tape, I’ve got a second Lawrence and June Mix. In the future Nick and Lawrence will be getting a separate Mix tape, and Nick, June and Tuello will all be getting their own playlists. See you then.

#june osborne #max minghella #hulu streaming #june x nick #nick x june #nick blaine #the handmaids tale hulu #osblaine #elisabeth moss #bruce miller #THTplaylists&mixtapes #endgame #romantic #tv series #hulu series #s2 #the handmaid's tale #handmaid's tale #handmaid's on hulu

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nerdygaymormon · 4 months

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What are your thoughts on people who are asexual and/or aromantic and Christian? As an aroace Christian, I often feel very lonely and like I am left out of both the Christian community and the queer community.

Congratulations on figuring out you're both aro and ace. Recognizing the absence of something takes more thought and investigation than it does to recognize the existence of attractions and feelings.

Being aroace is a blessing!

In 1 Corinthians chapter 7, it’s very clear that the apostle Paul personally feels that sex and romance is more trouble than it’s worth and lowkey wishes more people felt the same. I think if he were alive today, he might choose the labels aromantic and asexual.

Paul is also pretty clear that in the eyes of God, it doesn’t matter whether we’re married or unmarried. It’s up to us to decide what works best for us. If you’re ace/aro, great! God has work for you.

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One thing about being aroace is it can be invisible. Unfortunately some queer people don't view aroace people as being part of the LGBT community because they believe that the people who are on the ace and aro spectrums don’t face the same discrimination and oppression as other queer people.

The Queer Community is all sexual and gender identities other than straight and cisgender, and that's why LGBTQIA includes the A specifically for aro and ace. We all experience marginalization. Our aroace friends definitely are part of the queer community.

In the queer communities, there's spaces for gays, lesbians, trans people, but I'm not aware of any specifically for those who are aro or ace, so I'm sure it feels lonely, as though you can come to queer spaces but your aren't seen and celebrated.

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When Christians don't know someone is ace or aro, they adore how well you seem to be at remaining chaste and pure.

But many Christians have such strong negative feelings against the queer community, that they extend those feelings to anyone that is part of this community. It's ridiculous. You are exactly the person they loved until they learned you also describe yourself as ace and aro, nothing is changed about you.

They should accept and love you for your faith and desire to be part of the worship community.

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Much love to you and I hope you find peace and a place where people accept and welcome you as your full authentic self

#asexual #aromantic

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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more trans hob period sex thoughts, this time featuring the corinthian because i think it could be very funny. so! newly remade corinthian gets his first unchaperoned trip back to the waking as a reward for good behaviour, and he decides that the best use of the opportunity is definitely to go see his immortal fuckbuddy. and hob's thrilled to see him, he was... admittedly kind of worried about how long it had been since he'd seen him? but also dream's back and coming by more often and it's got hob absolutely desperate to get his back blown out, thanks. and he's even on his period, which always makes cori go absolutely wild(er than usual).

this time's no exception, hob tries for a bit of small talk but the second cori gets a good smell of him hob's in bed on his back with cori between his legs. no complaints from hob! at least not until there's a knock on his door.

because dream's been keeping an eye on the corinthian, naturally, and he's... a little worried and a lot confused about why his nightmare would go straight to hob when as far as dream knows, they've never met. so he goes to check, the corinthian can tell it's dream at the door and he's throughly annoyed about it, hob does not know it's dream and a minute after cori storms out of the bedroom hob's brain comes back online and realizes. fuck. answering the door with a face covered in blood. not ideal.

the corinthian very nearly gets unmade again when he answered the door covered in blood. it... doesn't exactly help when hob staggers out of the bedroom, boxers hasilty pulled on and not doing much to hide the bloody fingerprints all over his thighs and belly.

hob does manage to talk dream down. eventually. and then has to explain that yes, cori was welcome here. no, it wasn't the first time. hey what do you mean he's a nightmare. ("robbie, baby, you didn't think i was human, did you?" "what the fuck, of course i didn't, i'm not an idiot. i figured you were a vampire! you show up at night and i've never seen your eyes and you're obsessed with blood i think vampire was a reasonable assumption!?")

something something the corinthian takes off his glasses, hob remembers that he's still horny and hey he's actually more horny now, dream gets invited to join in, and hob learns that at just the right angle, cori can eat hob out and get one of his eye-mouths on his clit at the same time. which should probably be very very terrifying but actually just makes hob come so hard he blacks out for a second.

-🐈‍⬛

VERY amused and horny about this. I love the Corinthian just simply not realising The Implications of answering the door with his mouth covered in blood. Like, baby boy, even if it WASN'T Dream on the other side, you're gonna arouse one or two suspicions.

Also LOVE Dream lowkey going into suspicious parent mode when he sees Cori showing up at Hob’s place. He's trying not think the worst but the Corinthian is still very much a nightmare and it's not beyond the realms of possibility to imagine him targeting Dream’s literal only friend.

Meanwhile: Hob is just very tired and horny and he was really hoping for an orgasm or two, not a supernatural slanging match on his doorstep. He tells Dream and Cori that they can both come in and make him cum, or they can bugger off somewhere else.

They're both sensible enough to do as Hob says. They can both smell the blood and Hob’s other fluids twining together to make the most delicious scent, and eating him out sounds like the best idea right now.

Hob gets Dream’s lovely, big satisfying cock in his arse while Cori absolutely devours his cunt with all three mouths. He feels so full, like the empty crampy place inside has been perfectly filled up. And he's obsessed with the new sensation of Cori's two tiny tongues licking his clit and labia. He's got his hand tangled in Cori's hair while Dream gently bounces him up and down on his cock, and none of them can stop making noises of pure delight. Cori hasnt had such a good meal since he's been on probation in the dreaming, and he cums untouched purely from the taste of Hob’s cunt.

Hob promptly falls asleep when they're finished with him, and Dream and Cori can't exactly leave (they're being forcibly cuddled by their favourite human, what are they supposed to do?!), and they don't feel like fighting anymore... seems like a good idea to collaborate and see if they can make Hob cum in his sleep, right?

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #hobrintheus #nsft #cw blood #cw somnophilia #trans hob

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acapelladitty · 2 years

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love you with my hands tied

Pairing: Corintheus (Dream/Corinthian)

Word Count: 4.3k (nsfw)

(Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, punishment, choking, whipping, mild blood, teasing, pain kink, anal sex)

Summary: Muzzled and held in place at his creators feet, continued defiance sees the Corinthian punished for his rebellious mouth and actions.

Perfectly moulded to his face, the leather muzzle presses against Corinthian's lips like the fingers of an eager lover as his pink tongue traces across the thin straps to taste and tease at the material. Earlier in their day, he had watched his master lovingly craft it from the void, knowing that it would soon be wrapped around his head, and the knowledge had created a stutter within his chest as he understood its purpose.

It was both a gift and a warning.

One which recognised his strengths as well as the dangers which his vicious mouth has wrought on those unfortunate enough to cross his path. Victims and lovers, both stood as equal casualties to the sharpness of his teeth as he indulged his unfettered desire for flesh.

His beloved teeth; all of them.

Those same teeth which now served only to protect and pleasure the one who had caged them.

To have his mouth restricted in such a way was akin to having a sense removed, the lack of freedom making his other senses heighten. He could feel the harshness of the cool marble flooring pressing smoothly against his supplicant knees as the faint turning of the paper pages from the figure behind him roars like a cacophony in his ears.

"Little dream."

Twisting his head at the familiar siren call of his creators’ voice, Corinthian turns his body fully - legs shuffling as the lack of slack in his leash ensures he remains held in his submissive position - and gazes up at the being who owns him in both body and soul in a way which no other creature could comprehend.

He had been somewhat mischievous in his last visit to the waking world and his behaviour had not gone unnoticed. Although, in the grand scheme of punishments, being held at his masters’ feet as though he were a muzzled beast was one which he could at least find some pleasure in.

The book which Dream had been reading is now discarded in his lap as his pale fist tightens around the end of the leash which connects to the thick chain around Corinthian's throat, its weight a constant, dizzying reminder against his warm skin.

As ever, the shock of inky hair seems to pull in the light from around it, swallowing it whole as Corinthian’s eyes dip from Dream’s hair to his pale face; the features there achingly familiar as is the stern but almost playful look which radiates from his stiff expression.

"You've been somewhat behaved this last hour of your punishment." Dream praises in a heavy, almost bored, tone. "So, tell me, if I take your new muzzle off, will you dare to bite me again? Worry at my hand like the feral creature you so often show yourself to be?"

Snarling below the straps of leather in pure defiance as he plays his part, Corinthian curls his lips enough to allow his sharp teeth to flash in warning. His head quickly follows as it dips into an unmistakable nod of confirmation, the movement making the chain clink quietly.

How could he not bite the hand which holds his leash?

He was birthed of a desire to reflect the true darkness of humanity and darkness would not allow for itself to be quelled as easily as his maker may like.

Then again, if the sudden heat which enters Dream’s cool features at his defiance is to be believed, then perhaps his refusal to submit is exactly what his maker expects of him.

"Disrespectful little pup," voice as chastising as it is amused, Dream's own lips quirk up in a smirk to match the open challenge of his creation, "perhaps we shall now focus on instilling some more discipline training in order to bring you properly to heel."

Snapshots of heated memories flash through Corinthian's mind in quick succession as his breath stutters and his cock swells against his thigh.

His sight blocked to enhance his reaction to every wicked touch and torment as he was held immobile by restraints which would never break until his creator were satisfied enough to release him.

The sting of the whip against his broad shoulders as Dream methodically tested out various implements to find the one which drew the most pathetic noises from his lips.

A familiar scent of copper filling the space as his own blade was pressed firmly to score through his willing flesh by a firm hand which was quick to fix the damage it has inflicted only to repeat the action once again.

Flexing the exposed muscles of his back, he can almost feel the delightful ache of his lords last attempt at instilling some discipline in his most rebellious nightmare and his ocular eyes are lidded as he answers.

"You can try."

He bites the words, muffled as they are by the custom-built muzzle, with as much honeyed venom as he can muster, even as a pit of desperate need roils within his stomach.

Fuck the consequences, he would see this game through to the end.

Pulling at the chain within his firm grasp once again, Dream's eyes narrow in obvious pleasure as the move forces Corinthian to jerk forward, ripping him free of what little pride he possesses as he stumbles messily in place.

Shuffling towards his master to prevent the new pressure of the chain on his neck, Corinthian comes to a rest between Dream's outstretched thighs as he finds himself unable to resist the arousal which the promise of the punishment which he so rightly deserves ignites within him.

He only hopes that Dream will use his hands.

"For your defiance, you will choose three additional punishments which will become your undoing."

Flashing a hyena’s smile, Corinthian’s eyes narrow as his nose presses on the highest part of the muzzle.

"Only three, my lord?"

A sharp gasp breaks free of his lips, quickly followed by a whining keen as thin fingers wind themselves in his blonde hair and tug at it harshly. Fire ignites in his scalp at the rough treatment and his neck swallows around the chain as it extends up to lessen the unexpected pressure.

"Was I unclear?" Brooking no disobedience, Dream's words boomed in his ear. "Choose your three punishments and you may also explain to me why you deserve each of them."

Arousal, hot and heavy, sits within his gut and the intensity of it makes his breath come in short, sharp bursts as his mind whirs with the possibilities. Punishment was limitless within the Dreaming, with the only barriers coming from the imagination of himself and his maker.

And neither were lacking in that sordid department.

"Choke me, my lord. As my creator, you crafted and breathed life into this form, and you have the right to give and take that privilege at a whim."

A soft groan floats from Dream as Corinthian bites out his first choice from behind his muzzle, his arousal coating his words like a poison.

"And the second?" Dream prompts.

"Flog me, my lord. My depraved use of this flesh has shown you much disrespect and I deserve to have it marked and punished as you see fit."

As Dream openly palms the clear bulge which shows at the robed section of his groin, a grunt of pleasurable shock ricochets through Corinthian as Dream's ankle shifts up to brush against his stiff cock.

"And your final punishment?"

The forced nonchalance in Dream’s tone makes Corinthian's lips twitch. He knows exactly what to say to play into his creators’ desires. Desires which are as twisted as his own despite how much Dream would deny the accusation.

After all, were he not crafted from Dream's own being?

"Fuck me, my lord. Use this body however it pleases you with no regard for my own selfish desires. Force me into my place as the perfect creation which you shaped me to be."

Dream hums in consideration but the sudden gleam which has entered his dark eyes is undeniable.

"Very well, my nightmare, you shall have your wish."

Immediately, the chain around his neck contracts and takes with it his ability to breathe freely. Panic and fear, ripe it its intensity, claws at his senses as his fingers scramble against Dream's legs. To start so quickly, and with such a relentless grip, is a cruelty which he had not expected of his creator and the surprise makes each of his mouths fall open as he gasps for air which will not come.

His cock jerks between his legs; knees rolling forward to push him up higher as his choking has the familiar, depraved side-effect of heightening the heated arousal which sits low in his gut and seems determined to consume him.

The right to give and take.

He wanted this.

Dream was only giving him what he wanted.

The thudding of his heart within his chest, his fingers clawing at his neck, is almost too much to bear and the boom of panic is clear on his expression; an expression which is being intently studied by the cool visage of his creator.

Serene as ever, the only hints towards the satisfaction which his creator is deriving from his torment is the slight flush which has crept to the highest points of his cheeks. That and the pure lust which is radiating from the void of his irises; as dark and unyielding as the ancient being himself.

The pressure within his skull throbs within his cock with just as much intensity, the sensitive head bobbing against his stomach as he writhes in place, desperate to regain his breath. One hand drops from his neck to wrap around his twitching length, providing a momentary relief against the bitter need for stimulation.

It proves to be short-lived as an iron-like grip closes around his wrist and jerks his hand away so violently that he hears the bone creak in warning. Pain radiates from the joint as the pressure around his neck lets up just enough to allow Dream's stern words to break through the sound of rushing blood in his ears.

"You get what I say, when I say you can have it. Do not disobey me now, little dream, or I will add on some creative punishments of my own."

The grip tightens even further, and the quick bloom of pain forces a keening whine from Corinthian's lips as Dream continues.

"And they will not be punishments you will find any joy within; regardless of your perversions."

Having made his point, Corinthian finds his hand quickly released along with the pressure on his throat as the chain choking him loosens fully around his straining neck.

Immediately gulping down as much oxygen as possible, the air burns his straining lungs as a suspicious trickle of bloodied tears trailed their way down his face. The pressure within his head remains at bursting point and his hands instinctively come to wrap around his temples, quelling the noise as he covers his ears and focuses on his breathing.

Blurred hands appear before his face as firm fingers loop themselves around his neck chain, loosening it further. Almost curiously, they press against the hot, almost broken skin below and the chilling sensation of Dream's fingertips on the abused flesh there draws a low mewl from Corinthian's lips.

Something desperate.

Pathetic.

"Remind me of your second chosen punishment."

A cruel request, given how raw and rough Corinthian's throat feels despite its new freedom, but it is a request he knows better than to hesitate to fulfil.

"To- to flog me, my lord."

Every word burns like an open flame and his grimace beneath the muzzle is impossible to conceal.

"Why?"

"The way I choose to use this body, the body you gave me, means I deserve to be punished."

"I wove you into being from the void," Dream agreed, his voice hard as he plays his part with ease, "toiled for months to make you perfect in every way which mattered. And you choose to use my gifts for your selfish deviances? To satiate a debauched lust on the humans you were created to serve?"

As Dream's small speech washes over him, shame stirs within his chest and the flush of it creates a shudder down his spine as a twinge of arousal spikes within his cock.

Debauched lust.

Selfish deviance.

Perfect.

"Which flogger does such perversion deserve?"

Materialising a simple riding crop into his outstretched palm, Dream weighs it for a moment before levelling his stare back at Corinthian.

"Too lenient, you enjoy this one too much."

In the blink of an eye, the crop is gone, replaced by a bullwhip; the length of it trailing across the floor like a serpent as apprehension knocks at Corinthian's heart.

Fuck.

The bullwhip was one of the few toys in their games which he genuinely feared. Its dart-like precision mixed with the inhumane strength of his maker, even when he was holding back, had proven its danger as it ripped through his skin like paper. Generally, the use of the bullwhip was limited for genuine punishment, to fix transgressions which did not quite merit an unmaking but could also not be simply ignored.

In the handful of events over their time together when such a punishment was warranted, the wounds took days to heal. He could remember the ache, the agony of his sliced skin pressing against his clothing as he were expected to continue with his duties without complaint. The vicious way in which Dream would inspect the slow healing of the marks as his cool fingers teased the raw flesh.

But such a punishment was wholly unwarranted for this game and rage, a familiar bedfellow as ever, bubbles deep within Corinthian's chest at the perceived injustice.

"What do you think?"

Mouth twisting below the muzzle at the unexpected question, Corinthian glances up from the bullwhip to meet Dream's expectant gaze.

He was being tested.

The debate between his pride and fear is brief as his eyes reflect the apprehension which makes his fingers tremble as he responds in kind.

"Whatever you think is necessary, my lord."

Smiling, Dream nods his own head to show his pleasure at the tactful words.

"Well done, my beautiful nightmare. A good answer," he pauses, "finally."

The ache which such a small yet genuine smile inspires within Corinthian's chest is almost painful in how eager it is. Relief also floods him as the bullwhip disappears and his head tilts to rest on Dream's knee, awaiting the next suggestion for his punishment.

Dream's free hand comes to rest, cool and heavy, on his scalp and Corinthian could positively purr at the affectionate gesture.

In a moment, Dream's free hand is filled once more and Corinthian blinks at the black cat o' nine tails which now lays within his palm; the scent of fresh leather washing over him and causing a faint stir in the arousal which heats the base of his spine.

"Assume the position, my nightmare. You have performed so beautifully thus far and a reward for your pains is within reach."

Perking up slightly, Corinthian ignores the slight embarrassment at how quickly he locks his hands to Dream's ankles as he drops back to his submissive position on all fours; his back arching high as his knees press into the marble flooring.

A perfect target.

Willingly offered.

A gasp breaks free of his lips as Dream gives an experimental swing; the flogger connecting with his back in one solid strike to give him a taste of what was in store. His head remains bent towards the floor, between his hold on Dream's ankles, if he glances down, he can just see the tip of his hardened cock, neglected and heavy as it hangs in the free space.

"Ask me to begin."

Anticipation making his throat dry, his response is practically choked out.

"Please, begin my punishment, my lord.

The next strike comes without hesitation, the impact rough and shocking. Exactly what he deserves.

What he needs.

Heat quickly rises in his skin, moving from a pleasant warmth to true discomfort as Dream quickly picks up his pace, drawing the flogger across his exposed back in a calculated swing to ensure as much coverage as possible.

He can feel every small leather knot at the end of the strands as they impact his flesh, digging in even more viciously to accompany the sting of the strands themselves. He grunts, he whines, he whimpers, and his pathetic noises are the only other sounds aside from the harsh snap of the leather.

The familiar sting of pain grounds him, centres him to the moment, and he relishes in it despite the way it makes his spine flinch, and his teeth worry his lips. With it comes the pleasure; the pleasure of his creators’ touch, his attention, and the undeniable way that even the slightest brush of physicality between them powers him more than any human depravity ever could.

A sudden strike catches him in a particularly brutal way, and he cannot bite back the short yelp which tears its way free of his lips as his slippery hands break free from their grip around Dream's ankles to fall flat to the floor.

Something wet trickles across his spine, slicing through the haze of sensation and his murky thoughts cannot determine if it is sweat or blood.

Panting through his raw throat, he dares to raise his head to his creator, only to find Dream staring down at him passively with one brow slightly raised. A million thoughts pass through his mind in that moment but the idea of giving in, of showing weakness, rankles his chest and he forces a smirk to his lips as he arches his back once more.

"A glutton, even for punishment." Dream offers fondly as his hand comes to rest on his chin to stroke the skin there with some affection.

"So red," Dream muses, "you cannot imagine how beautiful you look carrying my marks on such perfect and responsive skin."

But he can.

He feels a similar pride as he inspects and poses the bodies of those whose eyes he has taken and consumed.

A feeling of pure euphoria.

"Are you ready for the final part of your punishment?"

"Yes!" Corinthian almost cries out, the anticipation of finally getting to touch his maker making him feel almost lightheaded. "I am ready, my lord."

"If memory serves, I am to 'use your body however it pleases me'. Is that still your wish?"

"Y-yes."

A broken response as Corinthian raises his head once more, placing it gently on Dream's knee as his teeth gnaw as his lower lip.

Dream's hands move fluidly as they dip within the expansive robe which covers the majority of his pale skin and pull free his cock, the length looking painfully hard as a clear bead of pre-cum pearls at the very tip.

"You have thirty seconds to please me before we start," Dream instructs in a heavy voice which does not hide his arousal, "and you will receive no additional preparation. So, use your time wisely, my little dream."

Wanting nothing more in that moment, Corinthian shuffles his knees forward to allow him easier access to his prize and his tongue wraps itself around the head of his makers cock with reverence.

Sighing out his pleasure, Dream reclines slightly as he allows his creation to service him.

The taste of Dream, so recognisable that it seems almost built into his very being, draws a moan from his lips as he swallows down the tip of his cock, pushing his head forward as his tongue dances across the velvety skin.

No additional preparation.

Pulling free, he wets his mouth further and returns to his task, coating as much of Dream's length in his spit as he can. To ease what comes next. His work is diligent, ensuring that not a single inch is missed by his tongue and lips as he drinks in the pleasurable grunts which his creator gifts him with every few moments.

"Your time is up."

His voice further strained than it was a minute before, the colour in Dream's cheeks also looks more flushed.

"I feel that was longer than thirty seconds, my lord."

Allowing a tease to enter his tone, the look of exasperated amusement which enters Dream's eyes confirms his suspicions.

"Well, my nightmare? Your final punishment awaits."

Scrambling to his feet quickly, the ache in Corinthian's knees makes his legs wobble for only a moment as he climbs atop his creator.

While he may have had the advantage in terms of height and weight, the strength of Dream never failed to rip his breath from his lungs as he effortlessly pulled Corinthian into position, spreading his knees on either side of his thin frame and lining up Corinthian's ass with his cock.

Glancing down at Dream, something within Corinthian's heart constricts as he finds Dream's eyes locked on his own, absorbing his every movement and shift in emotion. Through the muzzle, he unleashed a wolfish grin and drops his body carefully.

Taking Dream's entire length in one push, he grits his teeth against the sudden pain which lances through his lower body. It steals his breath, and he involuntarily clenches around the cool length within, the move causing a low grunt to escape Dream as his eyes widen at the sudden stimulation which his creation is gifting him.

A fantastic sensation of fullness grips Corinthian as he moves his ass back up before pushing down again in a steady rhythm. The pain in still there but with it comes an overwhelming pleasure that makes his cock ache with neglect as it hangs in the free space between them. Arousal burns hot against his spine, and he moans freely, having nothing to hide in this moment.

He sets a slow yet intense pace, determined to feel every inch of the wonderful discomfort and terrible pleasure which he has earned and his cock bounces against his stomach with a maddening rhythm.

Cool lips wrap around his left nipple, teeth worrying the pebbled nub there in an agonising fashion as he throws his head back and whimpers. Clearly enjoying the reaction, thin fingers come to simultaneously pinch and pluck at his right nipple with a wicked firmness.

Tension wracks his body while lightning flashes through his veins as Dream's cock brushes that spot within him that makes him see stars and he repeats the same movements to encourage the sensation again and again and again.

He is so close that his teeth bite down on his lip in a vain effort to keep himself from coming too early. He wants to savour this. To feel everything.

He never wants it to end, as terrible as that would be.

Dream's fingers wrap around his cock and the sudden stimulation, the firm pressure mixed with the cool digits against his headed skin, is terrible in its intensity and he issues a low scream, one which refuses to stay within his chest.

"Come for me, my beautiful nightmare. My Corinthian."

It was enough.

The band of arousal which has grown unbearably tight across his lower body snaps and his vision seems to almost white-out for a moment as he comes. His release is messy against his own chest, reaching as high as his collarbone and the shame of it only serves to heighten the pleasure as his ass tightens around the length within it.

Lost in rapture, he barely feels it when Dream's thumb brushes against the mess on his chest, but he does feel it when he brings that same thumb to his lips, offering him a taste of his own release.

Parting his lips without thought, he accepts the thumb into his mouth as his tongue cleans his mess with reverence. Tasting not only the salt of his release, but also the slight hint of his creator as his tongue wraps around the offered thumb.

The thumb is removed smoothly, and Corinthian immediately misses its presence.

His creator within his mouth.

Devotion laid bare.

Dream still sheathed within him, Corinthian feels cool hands pressing atop the abused skin of his back to pull him lower down and he follows the guidance without hesitation. Overstimulated and raw, his chin trembles as he is held by his creator; an anchor which he can grip without any further apprehensions of punishment as such affection is offered freely.

Dream waves his hand lazily and the muzzle around his head disintegrates into nothing, leaving him feeling oddly exposed as he immediately uses his new freedom to plant a frantic kiss on Dream's temple.

"Your neck and back?" Dream mutters with a softness which is beautiful in its rarity.

"Manageable." Corinthian confesses with a sigh. "Although I will not reject a quick fix if one is on the table. I was expecting worse."

"The restraint it takes for me not to indulge the worst of your desires. You would allow me to flay you if you thought it may please me; your petty games of defiance aside."

Satiated and worn-out, the instinctive desire to snap back at such a fair assessment of his self is easily ignored and Corinthian instead chooses to accept the words.

"Maybe one day. It would be quite the experience," he hums, "for both of us."

Dream makes a small noise of consideration in his throat as he rolls his hips subtly; offering a stunning reminder to his nightmare of the hard length which is still sheathed within him.

"Hrmm, if you can remain here while I muse on some future construction work within the Dreaming then we shall see about offering you that 'quick fix' you desire."

Clenching his ass around Dream's cock as a physical show of agreement, Corinthian settles himself comfortably against Dream's chest as the heady scent of his maker envelopes his senses.

Nerves still quivering after the torrid mixture of pain and pleasure which assaulted them, the idea of a short break did hold some merit.

Besides, it was always interesting to watch Dream at his craft as he wove the reality around them into existence by his very whim. And here, seated upon his lord as he remained settled in his throne, there could be no greater position to watch him work than this.

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#i tried very hard with this one so please dont let me flop lmao #corintheus #corinthian #dream of the endless #dream x corinthian #corinthian x dream #the sandman #sandman netflix #sandman 2022 #sandman smut #morpheus x corinthian #corinthian x morhpheus #tom sturridge #boyd holbrook #i also made that gif and im ashamed at how long it took

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lurking--shadows · 2 years

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Possessive Corinthian has been haunting my dreams lately (ba dum tss)

But seriously, imagine being non human and having a casual fling with him.

Both aware it's purely sexual, nothing more.

Both kind of accepting and making a treaty to not kill each other but being rough and leaving marks is ok

After awhile you start developing feelings

Contemplating on telling him before doing so after it started to bother you when he would go out hunting for his victims.

Surprise surprise, he rejected you. Even mocked you reminding you that there were no feelings beyond sexual in this agreement.

So, you leave feeling hurt. Completely cut contact and try to move on.

Keyword: Try

Corinthian never felt bothered the first few months, he was enjoying what he was doing anyways, you were just extra fun.

But, he started...feeling something.

He couldn't explain it but it was definitely uncomfortable.

One night, on his usual routine of finding his next victim, freezes when he hears your laugh

He looks around only to find you outside with someone

Someone who isn't him

He isn't one to get jealous. Why would he? He can get anyone at any time.

So why was his blood boiling when seeing this filth wrap his jacket and arm around you?

His plans immediately get thrown out the window, he wouldn't be able to do his best anyways while you're on your little date anyways

So, he follows you until you're alone (all while his blood continues to boil and almost snapping when you kiss his cheek goodbye after he walked you home seriously only Corinthian can do that)

Ok I'm just writing a little drabble to finish this because it's taking a lot longer than i thought

TW: Small Angst, Semi NSFW? (lip biting)

Side Note: If you want this to be smut, I might make it at a later time.

You were still hurt. After he shrugged you off and continued doing what he does with what appeared to be no remorse, you still couldn't get over it. Even months after the rejection you still missed him and the time you both had together. You missed his cocky attitude, his southern drawl, even the sex. He truly ruined you from other date candidates. But, it didn't mean you wouldn't try the dating pool again. And you were doing good: you were having fun trying out new things, finding compatible dates and overall enjoying the single life.

But not a day went by where you didn't think about him.

At this point, you were well aware of his presence. After being around him for so long you can tell when he's around. So, you decided to make a little game out of it.

Since he was nearby, what's a little bit of fun without riling him up? A lot little bit of flirting, gentle touches, smiling, the whole nine yards.

You could only hope it pissed him off. To feel any sort of remorse for hurting you. Maybe this will hurt him the way he hurt you.

From the moment the Corinthian noticed you, and as the night progressed, you knew he was pissed. He has an aura around him, something that screams "Bow Down to Me" that many can feel. And you've noticed his reactions all too well, loving every moment.

You felt giddy with excitement, occasionally looking around for him to see a visual reaction. Anything to show that it was working. Alex, as you learned prior, was unwittingly aware of the current situation, primarily focusing on his attempt to woo you. You felt a bit of remorse, yes, but it's a date. It's nothing permanent, you shouldn't dwell on guilt for too long. Especially since you're aiming for a different outcome tonight.

You could only hope no blood will be splattered after this.

Before you knew it, you were at your doorsteps with Alex. You couldn't remember exactly what he said, your mind entirely focused on what will soon happen next. You quickly kiss him on the cheek and gave him a flirtatious wink before opening your door. "Call me soon, beloved." A nickname you gave Corinthian, just to add fuel to the fire. With a quick goodbye, you close the door, a grin forming on your face when you hear a particular growl come from behind you.

"Little one." He growled, the noise immediately shooting down to your core. God, his voice alone can do wonders to you.

But you wanted more.

Slowly turning, your grin widens. "Oh, Corinthian, glad to see your manners never improved," you leaned against the door behind you, slowly dragging your eyes down his body (why does he always look good in suits?) before glancing back up at his glasses, "May I ask why you've come by unannounced? Usually people knock on the door, by the way."

You can feel heat radiate off his body, his jaw clenched and body stiff. He's pissed. And you're loving every moment of this. You've never seen him this angry. He's always so composed, witty, and laid back. Even during sex, it was rough sure. But he still had a cocky care free attitude.

This is a new side of him that you've never seen. And it excites you.

He slowly takes a step closer to you, his jaw still clenched as anger radiates from him. "Mhh, it was never my intention to interrupt what looked like a good time, sweetheart, I came here to give you a reminder." He growled, taking another step closer until he was half a foot away from you.

Amused, you tilted your head to the side. "Oh? And what's that? That he was a bad date? Since when did you have the ability to dictate who I date? Last I recalled, we abruptly ended our fling when you rejected me." Bitterness oozed out of your voice, a forced smile now on your face.

The Corinthian froze, forcing out a laugh. "Oh, sweetheart. Nobody can compare to me. And, last I recall," he mocked you, causing anger to spike within you, "You developed feelings for little ol' me, you were the one who ended it. Not me."

"You're seriously going to blame me for this ending? Because I made the stupid mistake of having feelings for you and getting jealous that, while you're out fucking God knows who, I'm at my place waiting for you to show up like you always do? Give me a break Corinthian, it's so easy for you to not feel anything and not worry about catching feelings. But the second you see me on a date all of a sudden you come back into my life and," you pause, eyes widening, "My god, that's it isn't it? You're jealous. You, the Corinthian, is jealous!" You immediately cover your mouth with your hand, laughing at the realization.

Meanwhile, his temper has reached its limit, the urge to keep in control slowly staggering more and more as time goes on. He mutters something under his breath.

Your ears perked up, your laughter subduing. "I'm sorry, what was that? Use your words, beloved."

Your amusement soon died out the moment he closed the distance.

"I said, why can't you be obedient for once and not a brat." He snarled, his hand now wrapped around your throat.

All the color was washed off your face, your eyes widened in shock. Corinthian laughed at your reaction.

"What's wrong, sugar? Cat's got your tongue?" He teased, a grin now on his face. "Let me give you this reminder. You. Are. Mine." He seethed, his grip on your throat tightening before smashing his lips onto yours.

#corinthian #the corinthian x reader #corinthian x reader #im on a spree man

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pocket-lin · 3 months

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9 and 10 for the fandom asks!

hi!! thank you!! I apologize if the formatting is weird for this, I wrote half of it on my phone notes app the the rest on the Tumblr site and also I just generally don't know how to do things hahah

(i'm focussing on the sandman cuz I think that’s the biggest fandom we share!!)

9. a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

so dreamling is my ultimate sandman ship, BUT. two other ones I love are:

dream/hob/corinthian aka hobrintheus. everyone go read @softest-punk’s fic self-abandon, and the confounding effects thereof !! hob humanizing the corinthian (calling him cori), the corinthian being so genuinely in love with hob, dream being being so very dream about the situation… pure excellence. I have a handful of other fics I can rec for this ship, too!!

dream/hob/daniel. this is 10000000% @moorishflower’s fault because their Beautiful, Strange and New series is fucking unparalleled (tbh everything they write is like a drug to me). the main fic was so incredibly fun to read while it was a wip!!! especially when the story gets to that part (ifkyk).

10. a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

okay this question is so hard to answer because I’ve only got back into any fandom in 2022 (long and kinda sad story) and I haven’t quite gotten up the gumption to talk to many people outside of commenting on fics. so!! I’m just gonna shoutout some more fics I love from the people I talked about in the other answer!

here’s a few more @softest-punk fics that I recommend, especially if you like alternate universes, a hopelessly-in-love hob, and support the Trans Agenda:

Catching Up - human/no powers au with alternating pov. all that post-fishbowl trauma goodness with an incredibly sweet hob who just wants to take care of his dear friend (who he is also hopelessly in love with but that's nbd)

Falling - another human/no powers au! strangers to friends to lovers story with extremely hot sex. i'm remembering how much I love this one and I'm about to go reread it!!

Half sleep, half waking- this is one of their most recents fics and it's a rivers of london crossover!! 1989 fishbowl rescue au (alternating hob and nightingale pov) where hob enlists the help of his friend (and ex-lover) dci nightingale to figure out why his oldest friend (who he is hopelessly in love with) missed their centennial meeting. I love hob's whole "thing" in this one–I have a personal head canon that he would absolutely have all kinds of rizz with the potentially less than human and/or immortal components of the world.

here's some more @moorishflower fics I recommend, especially if you like alternate universes, delicious angst, and extremely well thought out world-building! I don't know the best way to word this (fiction writing isn't my strong suit), but the way that this author describes things makes me go insane. they know exactly how to describe how things taste/smell/feel and it just completely transports me into the story.

iron, glass, bones, blood - monster4monster, love but the kind of love where you want to pin them to a board like a butterfly and find out what their blood looks like under a microscope, kink as a way to reclaim trauma... I literally cannot tell you how many times I've read this fic. it feels like it was pulled from the very depths of my subconscious.

On sexual dimorphism in C. urophasianus - (if you know me irl, no you don't) very lighthearted, non-traditional a/b/o, omegas are very empowered. they've only been together one week and it's still very new between them and now dream has to "court" hob because of his instincts going all crazy. very, very sweet!!

17th Century Knife Restoration - this fic made me cryyyyyy. hob watching a restoration video on YouTube and uh oh its his knife and uh oh now he has many feelings. to be loved is to be known, and also to be changed 💜

also their Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs series' most recent fic, Basic Needs, is currently posting and is making ME have many feelings!! check this one out if you want mutual pining of the most desperate nature, down and out dream and caretaker hob (oh and hob has a gigantic dick and dream is obsessed with it)

#fandom asks #ask games #fic recs #I've never done fic recs before #do we like this?#the sandman #dreamling

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bobbole · 7 months

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Nocturna Artificialia

pairing: the second Corinthian x Daniel | Dream of the Endless

NSFW

The mechanics of bodies were familiar and generally easier than the mechanics of feelings. After all, he still retained memories of past lovers (not his own, of course, but his despite himself; there was always a terrible chaos in his head and each time he had to be careful about was and wasn't).

The Corinthian's hands ran over his bare skin. He asked him to abandon any form of reverence and his lover, reluctantly, agreed. Daniel knew how sacred his body was to the Nightmare but that night was too dark and his mind too unstable and he needed to keep past and present from colliding in the usual schizophrenic mess.

He needed to banish the memory of loves that weren't his with the love he had.

- Close your eyes -

The Corinthian turned him on his stomach with a quick, rough gesture and spread his legs without much preamble. He felt his gaze linger for a long time on his body so exposed, the two small mouths eager to lick and bite everything they could. Daniel loved those mouths, and to reward them for their gluttony, he spread his legs even wider, letting his Nightmare get a better look at that part of his flesh that was soft and pink.

Hands flowed back over him, ravenous, over his legs, over his thighs, in a series of sensual and eager caresses, until they rested on his hips. They squeezed him, tightly, and he felt himself being taken, lifted, until he was on his knees, his hands firmly planted on the mattress, his body an exhilaration mixed with awe, tense with an excited anxious anticipation. Morpheus could never have found himself like that, in his place, submissive and vulnerable as he was in that moment, as he loved to be when he was alone with the Corinthian. Morpheus would never: that thought alone was enough to make him proud of himself.

He didn't try to hold back any moans when the Corinthian spread his butt with his hands and began to prepare him with his tongue. That part was…oh, the one he loved most! a moment of pure, selfish pleasure! He already wanted to start moving, to chase that tongue, but the Nightmare's hands blocked his movement and all he could do was arch his back and clutch the white sheets of his bed tightly. Suddenly, the Corinthian bit him hard on his thigh and that pain, after all the pleasure, prepare him for what was to come.

The Nightmare's fingers were slowly forcing his skin and muscles. The pain began to rise: he imposed himself to hide it but already he could feel rage mounting against his simulacrum of a human body that only painfully succeeded in adapting to pleasure.

The Corinthian noticed this and began to slow his movements.

- I don't want to hurt you -

Daniel answered with a growl of pure anger

- If you don't hurt me I won't let you touch me anymore! -

The fingers inside him resumed moving, more hungry, in a rough and methodical way, apparently heedless of the tears that had begun to line his face; then stopped. He had always loved the difference of their bodies, and feeling those strong legs closer to his turned him on so much that he forgot the pain he had just felt. Hands went up and down again along his back and thighs, fingertips lingering gently on his vertebrae. Then the Nightmare gripped his hips and worked his way into his body through slow movements to pleasure them both. He slowly felt his flesh open, stop resisting, take the Corinthian's sex inside him as if he wanted to do nothing else.

The Nightmare bent over him so that he had easier access to what was between his legs. Woman, man, it was something indifferent to Daniel but he knew what his lover preferred and he felt a large, strong hand close on his member, begin to pump him harder and harder, trying to go in rhythm with the thrusts of their bodies toward each other. All of Daniel's strength, all of his concentration was there, in those thrusts toward his lover, and in that euphoric, mindless intoxication he thought about how good it was to be Daniel, only Daniel. Nothing else.

The orgasm came violent, cathartic, leaving him breathless from how much he had cried out. The Corinthian clutched his body in one last grip before he cum inside him, before leaving him to lie still panting on the mattress. Daniel opened his eyes and listened: the voices of the infinite memories in his head fell silent, finally quiet.

He rushed to find shelter into his Nightmare's harms, snuggling into the only safe place in the Dreaming and over.

The Corinthian began to place small kisses on his hair, on his forehead, his own way of apologizing.

- I hate hurting you - he whispered into his white locks but Daniel wanted to shout to him just use me use me, please, never stop doing it!

- It never hurts, if it's you -

He held the Corinthian tightly and began to rub his face against his chest, like a cat, lulled by the litany of kisses. That night, just like two human beings, they would sleep.

- I don't want to dream this time - the Nightmare told him as his voice was already growing feebler and feebler.

Daniel's heart tightened in a grip of tenderness.

- Don't worry my love, no dreams will trouble us tonight -

#the sandman #the corinthian #daniel hall #corinthiel #saber writing #an attempt was made to write some p00rn #title from Nocturna Artificialia by the Quay brothers

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endlessxdream · 2 years

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@korinthiakos continued from here.

He grits his teeth. Confessions weren’t his thing. Not these kinds of confessions; not the ones wrapped around love and care. “Is it so wrong to care about you? It’s not even fake at this point, Morpheus, is it? Public appearances. Secret cuddling and having sex in The Dreaming...” He murmurs, pacing around in Dream’s bedroom; pants on, shirt off, his head racing. "I was beginning to care more and more while things blossomed, and I—— I ain’t the fuckin’ type to confess like this. This was meant to be fake and you made it so real.”

A confession is the last thing Morpheus had been expecting. They had managed a bit of a pattern with each other; small outings, dates purely to satisfy the illusion that their relationship was real and everything else had just been an extension of that. The sex, the soft touches, the time they were spending together. All of it was fake.

Yet Corinthian was here, stating otherwise, bringing feelings into the matter. Feelings that surely he didn't believe. This was just another ploy at trying to break him, a sort of sick satisfaction the Nightmare got in trying to break an Endless, trying to break Dream. But if none of it was real, why was there an ache in Morpheus' chest at the idea of Corinthian using this against him?

He sits up, settled haphazardly on the edge of his bed, his expression unreadable, a barrier between them to stop the Nightmare from truly hurting him. "How have I made this real, Corinthian? I have only done what was needed to play a part, just as you have. What part of this was real, what part of this is real?" Is he secretly hoping that Corinthian means this? Of course not, but it did not stop him from questioning him anyway.

#hello yes I'm here for feelings #korinthiakos #v; a game of lies and lustful tension

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Does Freedom of Speech have Boundaries?

True freedom can never be experienced until one comes to know the Lord Jesus Christ, as only through Him can we truly be free. True freedom cannot be divorced from truth and truth can only be defined by the Bible. In the last blog, I talked about the only way we can live an overcoming life is to line up our lives with the standards and commandments of the Bible. God did not give us commandments to punish us or deny us any good thing. He gave us commandments so that by following them we could live blessed lives on this earth. Since He created man and the earth, He also established the rules for living. If we follow those rules we are blessed, but if we disobey and rebel against His rules, we will fall under a curse. God gave the man a choice. We can choose to obey Him and be blessed or disobey and be destroyed. Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life” and this means we can never know the truth unless we know Him and we can never be free unless we know Him.“I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live” (Deuteronomy 30:19). “Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me” (John 14:6).

God gives every person free will to choose to follow Him or choose to disobey and suffer the consequences in this life, and in the life to come, doing evil and rejecting Christ will cause that person to go to a permanent place known as hell. We can choose our destination – believe in Christ and follow Him to heaven or reject Him and follow the devil and go to hell.

Penalties Should Be Imposed for Criminal Acts

Do we have the freedom to commit criminal acts? Yes, but if we do, then we also should face the penalties imposed for committing those evil deeds. We are free to choose to do evil, but not free from the consequences of our choices. The Bible outlines many principles for the good of society as a whole; keeping them, brings blessing and order to society. The practice of evil brings destruction. If any man’s freedom imposes harm on another, then it is not the freedom that our founding fathers intended to extend to the people. If any man’s use of his freedom of speech perverts the minds of our children, then we have the right to rise and say that is not the kind of speech that we will tolerate.

Pornography – A Perversion of Free Speech

I just read a review of an evil book and movie entitled, Fifty Shades of Grey. No Christian should see this movie, as it demonstrates perverted sex on the screen (sadomasochistic bondage sex). This is the same as pornography. As Christians, we are called to live holy and pure lives and we should never partake in movies or depraved sexual acts. The Bible tells us to live a separate life from the evils of this world.“Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing; and I will receive you” (2 Corinthians 6:17).

Pornography should never be protected under the first amendment as freedom of speech because it is an evil that is doing great harm to our society. Among the many evil fruits of this sin are broken marriages, the spread of sexual diseases, and the extreme sexual perversions that incite sexual predators to rape and kill women and children. The devil is furnishing pornographers with an escape from their evil deeds by using the first amendment as their legal way to get by with what they are doing. This is a perversion of freedom of speech. Certain religious deeds fall under this same thing. Freedom of religion gives us the right to worship as we are led by God, but if any religious deeds harm or destroy people, they should not be protected under the Constitution. Acts of terrorism, in the name of God, fall in this same category. Biblical principles and guidelines influenced the forming of our Constitution; those same guidelines should interpret our Constitution at the judicial level. Should Christian Morals Influence Public Life?

Many Americans have believed the lie that we should not allow those who practice Christian religious morals to impose those good principles on the public. What is wrong with influencing the public with good? True Biblical standards will always create an environment for the good of all, while wicked standards will allow evil to overcome good. If Christian and Biblical moral practices are not incorporated into our national life, evil men will impose upon us their wicked interpretation of “freedom” i.e., the right to do evil in the name of freedom.

Biblical Definition of Freedom

If our definition of freedom is not based on the Biblical definition, then it is not true freedom. Jesus said that the truth would set us free. Since Jesus Himself is The Truth, His words to us will free us. Bondage is the alternative to freedom. The devil brings men into bondage by tempting them to sin, being careful not to tell them that the wages of sin are death. Bondage from sin comes in many forms–addictions, stress, fear, diseases, unforgiveness, torment, etc. The only way to escape from bondage is to come to Jesus and repent of our sins and find His love and forgiveness. He then will disciple us and teach us His Word and His ways so that we will be set free from every bondage that sin brings.“Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed in him, If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. They answered him, We are Abraham’s seed, and were never in bondage to any man: how sayest thou, Ye shall be made free? Jesus answered them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whosoever committeth sin is the servant of sin. And the servant abideth not in the house forever: but the Son abideth ever. If the Son, therefore, shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed” (John 8:31-36).

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