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2braincellslz · 1 year
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Rest Your Eyes
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Ship: male!yn x The Corinthian
Desc: Yn has a nightmare and wakes up in a cold sweat. Cori helps him calm down and go back to sleep.
You were running. From what? You didn't know. Just kept going. Keep running and running and running. Something was chasing you. You knew that much. Something wanted you and was going to get you so you had to keep running. You didn't even think to look around the hall you were running down. All you knew was that the door to your freedom was getting further and further away with each desperate step. 
You ran as hard and fast as your legs could take you till they gave out, causing you to tumble into a bookshelf you had passed a dozen times. 
You pulled your knees up to your chest, hiding your face away into your knees. Choking out soft broken cries for your safety. 
You felt a presence, you heard the floorboards creak as something stepped closer to you. A hand rested on your back.
¨no more of this. It's over now.¨ a familiar monotone voice said but you refused to look up.
¨ Look at me. It is time to go.¨
¨No, please. No more.¨ 
You let out a blood curdling scream as pain enveloped your body.
You shot up, a cold sweat dripping down your forehead. 
That nightmare played over and over in your head. The same ordel night after night. It was hard to get to sleep in the first place. You dreaded hearing the stranger's voice. The few times you did look up you were met with a shadow of a figure with two wide eyes staring back at you and teeth turned into a twisted smile. As if Dream was punishing you for… well…
You heard something shift next to you. Looking over, you saw the blond that had been ¨hiding out¨ in your apartment. Except he really wasn't hiding out, was he?
He looked peaceful. You didn't know nightmares could sleep yet here he was. He wasn't really a nightmare to you though. A charmer and a gentleman. A sweetheart. 
He wasn't wearing his sunglasses but his eyes were closed. After about two or three months of living together, you caught him without his sunglasses on. He had to explain the whole Dream world and Nightmares and Morphus and his ordeal. You already knew about his… activities… but you didn't really care. As long as he cleaned up the carpet. This whole Nightmare thing was just frosting on the cake, per say. 
After you saw him without his glasses, he started being more genuine to you. He was more careful around you. Treating you as if you were a fine art. He would compliment you more often, pulling you closer to him while the two of you watched movies, preparing food.
From that, stemmed dates. The first time he asked you out, you nearly screamed yes. You didn't know how to tell him you wanted to go out, so thank god he made the first move.
Dates where the usual kind of boyfriend boyfriend dates. Dinners, movies, arcades, the beach, trips. 
Then you met Dream. He was a lot less scary than you had first thought and he was a lot more tired. Makes sense though. You had practically begged on your hands and knees for Dream to let The Corinthian stay around. Must have worked, because he made a deal with the two of you. As long as The Corinthian did not harm anybody innocent, Morphous wouldn't bother us. 
It was all domestic fluff from then on with the occasional scolding Cori about keeping the rug clean.
The sheets beside you shifted again and a long groan was let out. 
The Corinthian flipped over on his back, usually he would use his arm to cover the sun from his eyes or eye mouths but it was still dark out.
"Darlin?" he blinked his eyes open. "what time is it?"
"uh… 3 in the morning." you sighed, rubbing your temples.
He sat up, streshing his arms up in to the air. "why are you up?"
"nightmare." you said simply, pulling your knees up to your chest and looking away. 
"nightmare? Want to talk about it? I know a thing or two about nightmares." he chuckled.
"i was running down a long hall. The door kept getting further and further away. Then i tripped and some void thing caught up with me. Then i was in a lot of pain." you layed back down. Corinthian smiled, leaning on to one hand so he was looking over you.
"You are so pretty when you are tired."
You let out a audible groan, rolling your eyes. "Cori." You whined.
He just laughed and layed back down, pulling closer with his arm wrapped around you and his other behind his head.
You layed your head on his bare chest, tracing circles in to his skin.
"Do you want me to see if I can do anything about thoughs nightmares? Talk to Morpheus?" He asked, gently rubbing your arm with his finger tips.
"Would you? As long it's not to far out your way."
"Oh sweet boy, if you need me to do anything then it isnt too far out."
"You are too good to me, Cori" You hummed, letting your eyes flutter close.
"Whatever you say... rest your eyes, try and get some sleep."
You yawned, letting the warmth of sleep and Cori rock you to sleep.
Corinthian stayed up a little bit, making sure that you were dreaming of him.
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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year
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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS (TEMP) CLOSED !
Come check out my works bellow!
I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)
RULES:
I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.
NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!
What i will write:
male!reader
gender-neutral reader
Ftm! Reader
Smut 
Platonic or Romantic relationships
angst
fluff
comfort
headcanons
nsfw alphabets
drabbles
Series
Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)
What I Won't write:
female!reader
underage characters (anyone under 17)
necrophilia
real people
pedophilia
Omorashi
age play
rape/non-con
incest
offensive/harmful things
THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!
PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE
Ezra (prospect)
Joel Miller
Javi Gutierrez
Javier Peña
Frankie Morales
Whiskey (Kingsman)
Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)
TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK
Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin
Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw
MARVEL & XMCU
Miguel O'hara (ATSV)
Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)
Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)
Kurt Wagner (xmcu)
Loki Laufeyson
Bucky Barnes
Moon Knight System
Deadpool
Daredevil
Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)
BULLET TRAIN
Tangerine
Ladybug
Jujutsu Kaisen
Satoru Gojo
Nanami Kento
Higuruma Hiromi
Ryoumen Sukuna
Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)
Toge Inumaki (Fluff)
DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN
Connor (RK800)
Nines (RK900)
COD MODERN WARFARE II
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
John 'Soap' Mactavish
König
HONORABLE MENTIONS
Chris Knight (Real Genius)
Hannibal (NBC)
The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)
Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)
Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)
Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.
If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!
For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!
Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff
XMEN Family Pride Fic
Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1
Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2
Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession
Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut
Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff
Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy
Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature
Tangerine/Male Reader Mature
Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature
Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up
Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)
Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader
Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff
Joel Miller & Kid Reader
Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst
Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst
Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut
And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!
Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)
Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)
Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)
Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)
Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)
"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)
Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)
Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 
Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Long Country Roads | Corinthian x transmasc!reader
Anonymous asked: Corinthian x Trans Masc Reader
Since its implied that Corinthian can like teleport or whatever (at least i like to think so.)
Reader steals his car and he just appears in the front seat like
“If you wanted a ride you could of just asked”
summary: it's not exactly smart to steal your boyfriend's car for a joyride, but at least he doesn't take it the wrong way.
tws: mentions of violence/murder, swearing
You needed to get away for a little while, not for any particular reason except that you just needed to take a little bit of a trip to cure some boredom that had become deeply rooted in your bones; longing that could only be cured by the stretch of long country roads that lead out to the middle of nowhere and that could only be satisfied by singing along to the radio as the wind brushed your face and the smell of the country air infested your nose. The only company you needed was the radio, playing a selection of songs by Sabaton that you could sing along to until your lungs gave out and your voice went hoarse. It was exactly what you needed, all that you wanted; just a moment to break away from everything. Just a moment.
Sure, the Mustang car stuck out like a sore thumb and then some, sure your boyfriend would probably wonder where you had taken it, but you knew he wouldn't mind once you explained that you only needed to break away for a couple of hours; not long at all, really, when you thought about it. Besides, he was normally busy this time of day and he wouldn't be home until the next morning; the skies were getting darker, the roads less busy and the sounds of the streets and the parties that came with them dying away. Fading into the bleakness behind you. Your hands on the wheel as you watched the road, such a long stretch would almost certainly take you the time that you craved; fresh air on your face and the wind against you, it was all too good to be true, really.
So when you stopped at a stop sign and turned to see your boyfriend sat in the passenger seat, you did almost jump out of your skin; he didn't even notice, sat back and licking his lips as he tilted his head back. Blonde hair ruffled by the wind as the lapels of his off-white long coat flapped a little. He only dared to hum and tilt his head to face you when you smacked his shoulder, a grin across his face and those dark sunglasses painted with the reflections of the dying sky.
"If you wanted a ride, you could have just asked me."
You scoffed, shaking your head and turning your attention back to the road. "If you wanted to give me a heart attack, you could have waited until I was home."
Corinthian chuckled, tapping his fingers along to the beat of the song as he curiously grumbled and relaxed a little bit more; he never really understood the appeal of driving for no reason. "I'll keep that in mind for next time... how come you're not at home, anyway?"
You shrugged, clicking your tongue as you thought about how to explain it properly. "I just... you ever feel like you're a bit trapped? And you just need to, y'know, get some fresh air in your lungs and feel the wind?"
He nodded slowly, sort of understanding; he guessed it might have been similar to when he was trapped in the Dreaming, no pleasure and no fun to be had until he came into the Waking World and he discovered killing. It might have been similar. "So you stole my car?"
"I borrowed your car," you corrected. "I didn't steal shit... shut up, anyway, Winged Hussars is playing."
Corinthian wanted to laugh, but when he noticed how you seemed to perk up at the song, he thought it better not to, listening closely to the lyrics as you sang along to them; the sound of your voice lulling him into a sense of security and allowing him to properly relax this time.
A cry for help in time of need, await relief from holy league, sixty days of siege, outnumbered and weak, sent a message to the sky, wounded soldiers left to die, will they hold the wall or will the city fall? Dedication, dedication, they’re outnumbered fifteen to one and the battle´s begun, then the winged hussars arrived, coming down the mountainside, then the winged hussars arrived, coming down they turned the tide, as the days are passing by and as the dead are piling high, no escape and no salvation, trenches to explosive halls are buried deep beneath the walls, plant the charges there and watch the city fear.
Sure, long country roads were boring, and he didn't particularly like the fact that you had gone out on your own where the likes of Dream and his allies could get to you, but... you were happy; you were relaxed and content and singing along to the song as if there was no tomorrow, and Corinthian supposed that that probably outweighed everthing else. Of course, it wasn't the relief that he saw on you when you told him that you were transmasc, only to be greeted with support and dignity and respect and decency and unconditional acceptance; it wasn't that kind of situation. But you were happy. Content.
That mattered more to him. Besides, now that he was in the passenger seat, he could protect you properly; killing could wait, for now, he could find a new kill when you got back and when he was sure that you weren't in danger. For now, though, he was happy to know that you were in a good mood, singing loudly along to songs by a band you loved; maybe he ought to see if they were touring, see if he could snatch a couple of tickets. That could wait until you got back, though.
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spider-bren · 10 months
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REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN
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Pretty much ask about x reader and I will see if I will be able to do it :)
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2braincellslz · 1 year
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My Prize
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Ship: Corinthian x male!reader
Warnings: Corinthian shit, nothing really.
Desc: yn works at a Burlesque show as a bartender but he envies the girls on the stage. He really wants to be able to do what they do. While hes working, a mysterious blond man makes himself known and makes it clear that he isnt here for the girls.
Notes: I'm so deeply in love with the Corinthian. I'm begging yall, send in The Corinthian requests-
You were working your ass off, filling up order after order. Billy, your co-bartender, had left you for some girl. Probably one of the waiters that also wasnt doing her job. His ass was getting payed for flirting while you were going non-stop.
Any second you would get a brake, you would watched the dancers. Swinging their hips and jumping around like they owned the place. Technically, they did. Everyone came to see them.
You envied their style and glamour. You envied their flirtatious nature. You envied the eyes they got from all the attractive men, then men you could only glance at in passing.
On a lucky day. The owner, Chrissy, would ask you to play in the band if one of the guys was out sick, then you would get a lick of what the girls had.
It wasnt like the girls treated you bad. You were THE bartender they would go to if they had a problem and couldn't find Chrissy or Shawn. Whether it was a costume malfunction or a guy that was getting a little too close or a fight that broke out in the back. They invited you to activities too. Last week, they all took a poll dancing class and invited you. Whenever they would got out for pizza or sushi after work, they would invite you. Sometimes, they would try and hook you up with one of the big rollers that would come in. Saying "you deserve someone that will treat you like a prince." Never worked out but you appreciated their efforts.
"Excuse me." You herd a voice speak over the loud music and chatter of the people.
You turned around and there standing infront of you was another example of something you could look at but never thouch. Kinda ironic for the place you worked at.
The man was tall, blond hair, warm brown stylish clothes, a smile that could talk him in to everything, dark sunglasses. How could he see anything right now?
"What do you recommend?" The man leaned forward, forearms resting on the counter.
"Shots of patrons are always very popular. So are Martinis."
"I'll have a martini then."
You hummed in approve as you pulled out a martini glass and started making the mystery man a drink.
"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing working in the back and not up there?" He asked, pointing to the stage.
You had herd that one before.
"Listen, if you are trying to get cheap drinks, you cant talk your way in to it." You smiled, not even looking up from the drink. You couldn't say his comment didnt nothing for you though. A blush creeped up on your face along with a bit of hope that was quickly shoved down.
"Who said I was trying to get cheap drinks, darlin'"
You couldn't help but cough out a suprised laugh, chewing on your lip.
"Right, because any guy like you would be hitting on a guy that works behind a bar with more eyeliner on then most of the girls because you want something other then free drinks." You smiled to hopefully lessen the tension of your mini rant.
"I'm guessing you get a lot of guys flirting for free drinks?"
"More then you would expect." You slid him his drink.
"And how do you know they are only here for drinks and not to talk with a cute boy?" He hummed, sipping his drink.
"Because they leave after they get their drink."
You and the mystery man stared at eachother. You were waiting for his to prove you right. You were waiting for him to leave the stool chair and go back to whatever date he brought here. Yet, he didnt. Maybe he wanted to prove you wrong.
"I havent left yet."
"So you haven't. Would you like a reward?"
The man laughed and you cursed yourself for letting butterfly's fill your chest.
"Reward would be nice. What do you have to offer? A free drink?"
Now it was your turn to laugh. "Not a chance. But if you stick around long enough, I'll give you a prize. And no, it's not a free drink."
"Alright, that type of prize then?" He finished off the drink.
"Depends."
Then came the next wave of orders. As you worked, filling up the different trays, you half expected the handsome man to leave. It was boring here. More boring then watching the show. But to your suprise, when you were done, he was still there.
You shighed and went back to the man.
"You look great in that outfit. It complements your eyes."
"Oh, thank you." You chuckled, whipping down one of the glasses and placing it with the others. "Not as good as them."
The man swiveled in the chair, turning to look at the dancers. "Are you interested in one of them?"
"No, I dont exactly swing that way."
"You want to be up there, then."
You didnt say anything but you could tell he knew. It was obvious by the way you stared in awe at the girls. Someone who didnt know would probably think you wanted a piece of one of them.
"Have you ever thought of auditioning?"
"I wouldn't be able to do what they do. I would just be a backup dancer for the true stars."
He hummed, turning back to you. "Well, I think, the best view in the place is you."
You looked back at the guy, laughing off his comment. "We may not have any windows but we do have the best view in Hollywood."
"I never got your name, pretty boy."
"Y/n"
"Corinthian."
Corinthian. That sounded oddly familiar but you couldn't place your finger on it.
"Its nice to put a name to a pretty face." You smiled, leaning on the counter.
"Oh, I could say the same for you." His confidence never wavered. Its was very hot. It brought a stronger blush to your face.
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The club was emptying out. The last patrons were emptying out. And the blond man was still keeping you company.
"I stayed the whole time." He said, getting up and grabbing his jacket that he shead some time during yalls conversation. "Wheres my prize?"
"I was just joking about that." You chuckled. "But what do you want."
"Leaning over the counter and close your eyes."
You did as he said. You knew what was coming. It was kinda obvious. And you were right.
A quick kiss was pressed to your lips. It was too short. After all this time you spent with the charmer one small kiss was not enough to feed your need for him.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He hummed and he left.
You shighed and glanced over, seeing all the dancers staring in awe.
"YN! " one of the girls practically screamed, running over and hugging you over the counter.
"And I thought you were a lost cause." Another girl smiled.
"I owe Chrissy 30 bucks."
"It was a quick kiss!" You defended yourself but god, did you hope the blond man had more in store for you.
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2braincellslz · 1 year
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The Corinthian HCs
Ship: The Corinthian x GN (masc leaning) reader.
Warning: eating eyes, violence, general Corinthian behaviour.
Notes: I forgot how down bad I was for The Corinthian till after I found Hob x Morpheus fanart so here we are. This is kinda like the unofficial version on me adding the characters from The Sandman to the writing list. Also, it's been a hot minute since I've seen The Sandman so if it seems off, I'm sorry
You know the drill, all things I say are to be taken as fact at all times <3
We all know what type of man The Corinthian is.
To spell it out: possessive sweet talker with pretty eyes/j
I WHOLE HEARTEDLY believe this man has a soft side. You can not change my mind.
Once he gets to know you and you've spent some time with him, he is just as down bad as you.
We stan simp Corinthian
Though, it might not be as great as it my seem.
Like I said before, hes possessive. Take that how you will.
I saw someone else say he was possessive but not jealous. 100%. He knows how much you love him and how he could absolutely wreck someone if they were to get too close for comfort.
The only time he really gets protective (outside of daily life) is if you seem to be getting uncomfortable with someones advances.
He will not stand for that.
He probably visits your job a lot.
You work as a bartender? Hes there practically every afternoon.
You work in a library? Hes picking out a new book every day.
You work at a grocery store? Well, he just happens to need the thing for your department every week.
And hes sweet talking you the whole time.
Once, your coworker asked if you needed to go home because you were so red.
Hes not flirting. It's not flirting. Its ✨sweet talking✨
He has probably told you to call him Cori or something. Makes him feel like you are closer to him then everyone else.
He never calls you by your real name. It's always pet names or nicknames based off of your real name. His favorites are sweet heart, darlin, sugar, kitty, and love.
If he dose use your real name it's very very important and serious.
If he uses your FULL NAME? You better pray to all the gods for your life.
He has plants. Lots of them. They all have names.
Once, you two were watching Good Omens and you made a comment that he looked like Crowley. Hes been living off that high for the past month.
When Morpheus found out about you he didnt really know what to do.
On one hand, nightmares arnt really suppose to date and fall in love and such. But on the other hand, The Corinthian has calmed down A LOT.
He just kinda accepts it. Like "well, as long as he isnt killing Innocent people."
Big win in Cori's book.
On that note, yes he still kills. Yes, he still eats peoples eyes. Yes, he kills more than people that are bothering you. But it's less then what it used to be.
He has tried to get you to eat a eye.
He probably wouldn't bring you to the Cereal convention, for obvious reasons, but if he did you would have to stay locked away in the hotel room or stick right by his side the whole time.
After about five seconds of being out of the room, you came to understand why these rules were set in place.
Wether you stick with Cori or stay in the room is up to you.
If you do stay in the room though, The Corinthian would happily bring you things to do and movies to watch.
If you ever did leave the room without him, being forced out, then he would go absolutely farel on the asshole that thought they could touch you.
If you left by your own volition, he would probably be really upset and send you home in a taxi. The Corinthian might try to understand why but honestly he would just get more upset.
He is a average Twitter and Instagram user.
Probably has a steep following on both too.
He likes cat. Small animals.
He is one romantic bastard. The whole nine yards. Shitty chocolates, flowers, music, slow dancing, fancy dinners, everything.
Just like Crowley, he likes Queen.
He likes most classic rock, really.
In fact, he enjoys a wide variety of oldies music. Classical, swing, jazz, blues, blue grass. Whatever you call 1920s music.
If you play a instrument, he demands you play for him atlest once a week.
Stan a gay icon.
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Beautiful Smiles | Corinthian x transmasc!reader
Anonymous asked: Could I get a fuckin uhhhhh Corinthian x trans!masc reader who's got a soft spot for gender validation, and in turn he's super validating (albeit in a teasing/loving manner) for the Corinthian's 'eyes'? Pretty please?
There's something really sweet about giving that nightmare some humanity that he's been looking for <3
summary: a love language between a serial killer nightmare and his boyfriend can look like a lot of things - compliments, praise, validation.
tws: swearing
Corinthian of course knew that you liked it when he validated your gender, be it through praise or compliments or through other means, anything that you wanted and needed in terms of validation, he would give it to you in a heartbeat; verbally, he was more confident with offering such a thing - his words were sweet and they were kind and gentle and soft and all those things that he would never show to anyone else. Still, the words always left his mouth with a smile and a gentle trace of your jaw with his forefinger, making you groan softly and lean into his touch, his voice a low growl but always so gentle that it reminded you of a thunderstorm after a heatwave.
Of course, when the subject of him being validating first came up, you were a little nervous about it, wondering if he would accept that you were transmasculine and you had just a little bit of a soft spot for having that validated; but with a shrug and a smile, the Corinthian had pretty much agreed straight away - the only reason why it took him a couple of seconds to answer had been down to the drink that he was knocking back, but there was no hesitation, no need to question anything; if that’s what you liked, and if that’s what you wanted, then of course he was more than happy to do it, and of course he didn’t need to hesitate when the question was originally asked. Besides, the smile on your face when he did offer validation was more than worth it as it was; that fucking smile that made a nightmare weak at the knees and able to feel his hands shake a little, so fucking breathless.
Only you could have that sort of effect on him, only you could make him weak at the knees and able to feel his heart pound in his chest, especially with nothing more than a mere smile… but then, there was no one like you. You were his weakness.
In return for the validation that he gave you, you offered the same; although it was usually teasing and more than endearing, the kind that made him shake his head and scoff but he would later think so fondly of when he watched you sleep. The kind that made him smile when he ran his fingers up and down your skin as he laid on his side, daring to rest his hand on your chest every now and then just so he could feel the gentle breathing, grumbling softly when you moved close enough so that you could feel his body against yours. Mumbling his name so softly, like you were dreaming of him. He loved that, letting you snuggle up close and with your skin on his, the soft grumbles of his name mixing with your soft snores throughout the night; the thought of you dreaming of him, knowing that even when you were asleep, he was always on your mind - constantly. Forever. Well and truly his. He fucking loved that so goddamn much.
Admittedly, though, the Corinthian did love the mornings, too, when you were groggy and your voice thick with sleep and you would yawn and stretch, almost feeling like a zombie as you lazily reached up and ran a hand through his hair, your gaze on those teeth where eyes should have been. No fear, though, you could never fear him, and when you ran your hand through his hair and you kissed his cheek, he smiled and hummed softly.
“You’ve got the best three smiles I’ve ever seen in my life,” you muttered, chuckling softly. “Y’know that, right?”
You told him every morning, without fail.
Corinthian nodded, grumbling softly. “You tell me that every day.”
“Yeah, but… never stops being true,” you pointed out.
He scoffed, daring to move onto his back, not at all surprised when you straddled him, your hands on his shoulders as you looked down with such a fond fucking grin that it made him bite the inside of his bottom lip. “Are you really going to flirt with me at this time in the morning?”
“Yes,” you nodded, letting out a quiet yawn and shaking your head. “Corinthian… Zaddy… you’re constantly validating me… least I could do is return the favour a little bit, right?”
“Zaddy,” he couldn't help but to laugh. “Really?”
“C’mon,” you mused, gently pressing kisses to those each of those beautiful smiles of his. “Just admit that you know I’m right and you really do have beautiful smiles.”
“You’re so handsome when you smile like that,” Corinthian breathed out. “You really do.”
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