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𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬.

⊹ pairing: the corinthian x reader

⊹ summary: how your favourite nightmare loves. this is a slightly dark version, as the corinthian is a nightmare. you don't expect someone like him to love someone in a good, pure way, do you?

⊹ warnings: descriptions of violence (eyeball popping), borderline nsfw (in par with his character since his only scenes are either being a serial killer or serial fucker)

⊹ word count: 3193

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 with a voice that oozes charisma and is thick and sweet like honey, (makes you want to open your mouth to him), you bet words will be the love language he uses in abundance. but is he talking to you sweetly or manipulating you? does it really matter?

morpheus seems to have given the corinthian the verbal skills he himself lacks

this nightmare is a talker. as you can see by how hooked everyone is on his words, from little jed, naive rose, and by inspiring a cult of serial killers, this man knows how to use his looks and his words to get people to do what he wants: to trust him

but the first time he meets you, he is speechless

the person he's talking to and who he was going to kill later that evening, is forgotten as he's too struck to do anything else but look at you curiously. your eyes meet across the room, and the room goes in a bit of a haze as all he can see is you.

obsessed with you immediately, and he doesn't even know why (guess he takes after his creator in having intense, all-consuming relationships)

approaches you and talks to you immediately. in minutes, has your back against a wall, his body covering yours from others and has your attention the entire night. has one hand on the wall beside your head

stands close enough that you can smell his aftershave and woodsy cologne

he has never lathered on as much sweet talk to a person as he did that night to you

by the end of the night, you are as consumed by him as he is by you

he loves to talk to you. domestic bliss with him is him telling you all about his day—the weather, the news, what he had for lunch

abundance of pet names, but mostly sweetheart, baby, and a little darling—all said with that slowed, drawl of his that just hearing is enough to make you tense and your breath hitch

enter: praise talk (is this still sfw?)

he'll praise you for every single thing you do, and make it sound like you did it for him. after awhile, you get used to his praises and get hooked on it. you start doing things just to hear him praise you, and don't you worry, he will

he does this thing where he watches you from the side as you do something, then he'll praise you

"i see you for who you truly are." (did i just take out of context the quote he said to serial killers? yes)

builds up your self confidence with an onslaught of compliments and praise

"you look beautiful, darling."

"with that on, everyone in the room will be staring at you and grow envious of me for being with you."

never lets you doubt yourself and your abilities for one second

is actually quite encouraging for whatever your aspirations are. who is he to judge, after all?

the first time you try to take someone's eyeballs, he's standing off to the side, leaning cooly against the wall, his tongue running over his lips from how dry they've become at watching the person he loves doing something he loves. but taking eyeballs is careful work, and you fail. the nerve snaps in half

at the first dismayed sound you release, he's by your side immediately and cupping your face, murmuring reassurances that you did so well for the first time and he's so proud of you

he shows you how proud by taking your hand and placing it over the tent in his pants

the first time you successfully take someone's eyeballs, his praises are said with a voice low and from the back of his throat

"well done, sweetheart."

"you did so good, baby. so good."

he moves in front of you and takes the eyeballs from your hand, but you move your hand away. he's confused at first, but then you raise your other hand towards his shades and remove them—all while looking at him with innocent eyes that have become slightly hooded with lust and adrenaline

he drops to a fucking knee and tilts his head up at you. he looks at you reverently, like you are the only higher being he'd submit to. he holds onto your wrist, more to steady himself than control you, as you bring the eyeball to one of his eyes (or is it still called mouths?), never breaking eye contact all the while

and when he's done, and you kiss away the blood that escapes down his cheek, he rises and kisses you hard and leaving you with no sense of direction but him, him, him

𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 the corinthian has always been demanding with your time, but after morpheus is released, he starts bringing you everywhere you go. he doesn't know if it's to keep you safe so morpheus can't take you from him, or him just wanting to spend as much fleeting time as he can with you.

the two of you are stuck to the hip, and it's not you being clingy, but him, not that he'd ever admit it

it's him who insists that he go everywhere with you in case something bad happens?

corruption kink

you're definitely innocent the first time he meets you. but there's something in your eyes that's not quite...right. you're innocent but accepting. too accepting. meaning you'll see a person commit the most atrocious act and still somehow understand them. empathize with them

it turns him on, not gonna lie

takes you with him on his kills

the first time he does, it's a test to see if you'll scream and run away and he has to take your eyeballs

you don't and pass his test

the next few times, you don't do anything. you just stand or sit to the side while he does his usual thing at the office

but one day, he sees it. a glint of interest in your eye. the tilt of your head that tells him you're interested in whatever you're watching and trying to memorize it.

he confirms his suspicions when he beckons you to come over to him with a tilt of his head. he nearly forgets to kill his victim as he's too busy kissing you against the wall

from then on, you alternate

while killing them is more satisfying to him, it's the way you feed him afterwards that makes him willing to let you kill since that intimacy always brings him to his knees

but during off hours when you're both not being an infamous serial killer couple, you both like to sightsee

the corinthian has been to a lot of places in the past hundred years, and has grown to like travelling just so he can experience many countries'…delicacies

you accompany him as you fly business class everywhere. coliseum in rome. great wall of chine. northern lights in iceland

he's also a surprisingly good babysitter

exhibit a: that episode with jed (yes, he was lowkey kidnapping him), showed that he's good at handling them. (he teased jed if he wanted to drive and kept him safe from that one serial killer)

so when the time comes that you ask him to babysit someone with you, he's actually quite good

the kids like and trust him immediately

seeing you with them could give you baby fever, and the smirk on his face tells you he knows what he's doing

he's that cool, laidback dad who lets you do things the other parent doesn't as long as you keep your mouth shut for it

(why am i alternating between nsfw headcanons and dad headcanons?)

𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 did you see how firm yet gentle he was with the people he hooked up with? this nightmare will caress you too ruin

caress

that's the only appropriate word to describe how this man touches you. the brush of his knuckles against your cheek while you sit on the edge of the bed while he stands in between your legs

sometimes closes your eyes with the pad of his thumb and gently rubs it

some couples get kisses on the cheek or the forehead

you get them on your eyes

he'll gently close them with the paid of his thumb and rub it slightly. then he presses a soft, lingering kiss against that soft, fragile skin that protects the organ he loves the most

has a thing for pushing you against objects when kissing you (exhibit b: pushes roommate-lover against bed, pushes fake serial killer-lover against wall)

shoves you on the bed before getting on top of you

pushes you against a wall, hands cupping both sides of your face, forcing you to stay still as he kisses his way with you

grows aware that you need oxygen to breathe but he needs your kisses more than you need that

the first time you remove his glasses, he's surprised at how intimate that is, and how he falters at your touch. the first time you do it is also the first time he realizes that his emotions for you surpass lust and he might actually love you—whatever that entails

and when this does happen, he just gets so much more protective of you

and possessive

in public, hand always on your waist

kisses you (with tongue and lip biting) for the entire world and their mother to see

might even kiss you in front of morpheus to show off to his maker what he has and what morpheus doesn't

even with shades on, there's still intense eye contact

it's the way his entire body faces you

does this thing where he stands behind you, his chest warm and flush against your back. crooks a finger around your hair to brush it back, then hovers his lips right next to your ear so you can feel his whispers and it makes you shiver. he then presses a kiss to your neck, as if he's pleased with the reaction he's elicited from you

you know that couple thing where the boy will stand behind a girl and put his hands over hers as he teaches her how to play golf, or do billiards, or during pottery? that's him when teaching you the proper way to pop out an eyeball

his calloused hands wrapping over your soft hands around the hard handle of a knife

that same hand trailing up your arm, down the side of your chest, brushing your waist, then coming to a rest on your hip as he grips you slightly while bending you over

the protectiveness that grows after morpheus is freed, is also laced with a desperation to stay with you

on one hand, he holds out hope that he'll stop morpheus from taking him so he can stay with you. on the other hand, there's a feeling of inevitability and he can feel himself running out of time with you

he becomes softer but firmer with you

each kiss lasting longer than the last

starts to savour you. whispers his last prayers against your skin. draws his apologies on your arms

he stares at you more often, as if trying to commit your face to memory because if he is unmade, it could be centuries that have passed before he is made again. he doesn't know if he'll retain memories of you, but either way, you'll be long gone

and when the time comes that morpheus catches up to him and he is unmade, morpheus is able to feel the genuine love the corinthian had for you

because the corinthian didn't want you to stay with him, but him to stay with you

you become the corinthian's sole redeeming quality, and as you wail and plead against morpheus' coat to bring him back or to unmake you too, morpheus takes pity and grant your wish: which one is up to you to decide

𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 what else do you expect a serial killer nightmare to do for the person he loves? kill for them, of course. scaring others is what he was made for anyways

the first time you tell him someone's been giving you some trouble at school or at work, that someone ends up dead with their eyeballs taken out

the corinthian takes you out for dinner in a restaurant directly in front of that someone's apartment. as you eat dinner in front of a window, rather than be engrossed in the flickering candlelights, you focus on the blue and red lights of the police cars and hear the ambulance sirens as they load the dead body up to an ambulance that's heading straight to the morgue

happens every time you tell him about someone giving you trouble, even if it was just them cutting in line by accident. sometimes, he tells you what he did to them. other times, he doesn't

it's no problem to him, really. think of it as you packing him a little...snack

given that he bleeds charisma, parties are a regular occurrence for both of you

he makes you be his plus one to the parties he's invited to, and when you're invited to go to a party, he expects you to ask him to be your plus one as well

always has a hand around your waist during these events

kisses your cheek occasionally

if you're wearing lipstick and you leave a kiss mark against the bottom of his jaw, he won't wipe it away

might even intentionally move his head to the side to expose it, like it's a badge of honour

apart from killing others though, i don't think he'd go out of his way to do much else for you. at least, domestic things.

why would you need to cook if he can just hire a maid? folding laundry? maid. walking the dog? hires someone

but the one thing he always makes sure you do is eat (exhibit c: he asks jed if he wants more ice cream)

whether it's because you're so accepting of his diet or just because he puts a lot importance in eating, meals are the one thing he always looks out that you do correctly

and it's not just ensuring you eat three meals a day

but eating three healthy meals

he cooks for you—whatever you want. hell, he even learns to cook for you. it's the one thing he doesn't hire a maid for

you feed him, he feeds you mindset

always orders more of his meal because he knows you like to take some of his

unless you have a good, healthy reason for going on a diet, he won't entertain it

ice cream after dinner is a must

has your coffee order memorized, and you can trust him to order ahead at a restaurant

always drives you everywhere with a hand on your thigh that slowly creeps up

gives you his suit jacket when he's cold—and that's how you know it's true love

but the biggest act of service he does for you is not bring you to the cereal convention

it's not about not wanting to expose you to serial killers, but rather morpheus

though he hopes that he might walk out, on the event that he doesn't, he breaks his need to bring you everywhere and keep you at home

all so you don't see him be unmade, as he fears it will break you

and it would have

his last act of love to you

𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 have you seen the expensive suits he always wears? this man lavishes himself and his serial killer lifestyle, so he'll do the same for you

like his creator, this man is a giver. it might be one of the things morpheus put from himself in him

if he can dress in an expensive suit everyday all while maintaining its pristine state given his...lifestyle, then he expects the same from you too

introducing: matching outfits

you wouldn't think he's one for it, but he is. maybe not identical, but in a cool, stylish way that makes it clear the two of you are meant to be seen together and as one

suits or dresses that compliments his outfits

and it's not you matching to him, but the other way

he wants to match with you

he always waits for you to get ready and pick out an outfit first before going through his closet and finds a suit that matches

and jewellery

he strikes me as someone who wants to give his partner jewellery for them to wear—his way of marking them, so make sure to always wear one

necklace (choker), anklet, belt, hair accessory, ring

always watches you put it on. he likes its when he's the one putting it on, but falls to his knees (is his knees okay?) when you ask him to help you put it on

you need help putting your necklace on? turn around and he'll brush a finger down the nape of your neck, enjoying the way you shiver, as he clasps the necklace and places a kiss where the metal and your skin meets

might even leave a hickey

and if you wear socks or stockings, he'll drop to his knees (there he goes again) and slowly rolling the fabric up your legs, going higher and higher. kisses your inner things while he's there. his hands keeps climbing and climbing until his hand reaches your—

ahem.

black card user

"you want to go shopping? take my card, baby."

when the bill goes to his phone for what you bought, he sends you a text praising you for using it and says he can't wait to see you try it on

and if it's lingerie, he might ask for a photo and tell you to come home so he can see and take it off—

sets aside a trust for you

you get to take advantage of his lavish lifestyle. you don't really own a home, but instead live out for a few months at a time in various five star hotels before moving on

and if you do bring up settling down, he'll just smile at you and explain patiently why he can't settle down and why he wouldn't be able to bear being so far away from you for such long periods of time.

"i can't live that far from you, baby. can you live without me for that long?"

and how can you argue with that logic?

so you stay with him. and he gives you presents to praise your "choice"

yes, he loves to give you gifts. but more important, he wants you to love them

he likes seeing the special containers you put the jewellery he gifts you in and how you handle them so carefully, as if treating them as an extension of him and his love for you

and when you lose him, they are all that remains of him

and perhaps morpheus takes pity on you as he sees the genuine love you have for him

he uses his sand to recreate a better version of the corinthian using one of the objects he gave you

then maybe it's your turn to corrupt this new corinthian to change him back into the version you know and love

and that's okay

in conclusion, while i might not have been in love with mr. mouths-for-eyes, writing this headcanon and witnessing my eventual failure from keeping sfw might have changed my mind. he does, after all, have a very nice voice...

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁-𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈? 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈u𝗍𝗁𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌? 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌? 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.

𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌'? 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗌? 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌' 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗒—

𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌: 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘴' 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘴' 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

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leyladoesntknow · 2 years

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The Corinthian and his sunglasses collection appreciation post.

-The Sandman

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dyns33 · 2 years

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Nightmare

A little Corinthian x reader, because I couldn’t resist.

Asleep, snuggled up peacefully in his arms, Y/N seemed to be the most serene being in the universe, feeling perfectly safe.

The Corinthian wasn't sure what to think about it.

Remaining as still as possible so as not to wake them, he looked at them for a long time before turning his attention to the ceiling, which he stared at with the two mouths that served as his eyes, still hidden behind his eternal dark glasses.

How had it come to this ? Him, a nightmare, becoming close to a mortal, who seemed to appreciate and trust him while knowing very well who he was. What he was. What he had done, was doing, and would do.

Slowly, he put a hand on their neck, stroking it with what looked like tenderness. It would be so easy. A slight pressure and Y/N would choke. Either they would wake up, panicked, looking at him with surprise, fear, incomprehension, or they would go quietly in their sleep.

Yes, that would be very easy for him. He had done it before, although he had a preference for knives, and it was always easier to take the eyes when they were still alive.

Y/N's eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen. It was the first thing he had said to them, a compliment on those two appetizing orbits.

The Corinthian wouldn't lie, he had dreamed of eating them, at first. It was in his nature after all.

He had had many lovers. No, that was the wrong word. Many preys. Men and women of all kinds. It wasn't difficult. He wanted everyone, he had been made like that, and so logically he had wanted Y/N, like all the others before.

Then he had wanted them, but because he wanted to know everything about them. He would then have had all their history, past, memories. He would have kept a part of them, forever.

But very quickly, before he could make an irreparable mistake that he would have regretted for a very long time, he had realized that he wanted more. He wanted Y/N, whole, for himself, by his side, alive.

He wasn't sure if it was love. He wasn't sure nightmares were capable of love. The Master of Dreams made a lot of mistakes, but certainly not the one of creating monsters with that kind of feelings.

It was more of the order of desire. Of ownership. Something dark, which didn't go at all with the tender smiles and sparkling eyes that Y/N had for him. It was pretty obvious that they loved him, even if he didn't understand why.

He had asked them once.

"Why do I love you ?" they repeated, as if they didn't see why he was asking them that, as if it was obvious.

"I am a nightmare. A killer. A monster without eyes. What is there to love ?"

"But you are so much more than that."

"You see what you want to see."

"Maybe. But it was you who came to me, smiling with all your teeth, with your kind words."

"I wanted to eat you."

"But you didn't eat me, and I love you."

They loved him.

That was what they had said the day he had decided to show them his eyes for the first time and tell them what he was. Of course, they had been surprised. They stared for a long time at the two holes full of teeth that he hid under his glasses.

But there had been no screams, no tears, they hadn't left. On the contrary, they had approached, before touching his face, their hand passing close to his mouths and they had repeated that they loved him.

Maybe Y/N didn't really have a logical explanation for their love for him. Like how the Corinthian couldn't seem to say why he didn't want to eat them anymore, but to have them in his arms, to feel their gaze on him, their lips against his, to know that their little heart was beating for him, and that no one no one else would touch them.

Maybe love didn't need a logical explanation.

Like now. They were sleeping against him, and in a way they weren't wrong to think they were safe. He was the danger, and since he had no intention of hurting them, then nothing could happen to them.

They moaned softly at some point, a plaintive moan, hugging him even tighter, their face contorting into a grimace of fear.

"How dare you..." he growled as he put his mouth near Y/N's ear. "Little nightmare, little sibling, if you don't want me to come to the dream world to destroy you, leave them now. They're mine."

There was a silence, and then Y/N moved, indicating that they were waking up. They yawned, stretching like a cat.

"Bad dream ?" he asked without moving, his arms around them.

"Hmm. I don't know anymore. Something woke me up. I thought I heard your voice."

"I haven't spoken to you."

"You really never sleep ? That's sad."

"I do not see why."

"You're here, bored and waiting for the night to pass, while I sleep."

"I don't mind. And I'm not here every night."

"Which is even sadder."

The Corinthian said nothing. He didn't find it really sad, neither to have the chance to watch them sleep, the ultimate proof of the trust they had for him, nor to have to leave far from them, which meant that he was going to have fun. with a new victim, before he could find them again, feeling that weird but wonderful sensation when they opened the door and grabbed his neck, kissing him.

No, he would never be sad, near or far from them.

Or only when they weren't well, when they were crying, when they would be afraid of him one day, or when his maker's sister would come to take them away.

He was trying not to think too much about that day. Maybe he would kill them himself, quickly, as a favour, a last intimate act, and then he would finally eat them eyes as he had wanted to preserve their memory.

But he knew that wouldn't be enough, that he would want to destroy everything every time he remembered their voice, their hand on his cheek, the gentleness with which they looked at him, even when he wasn't wearing his glasses.

"I have to leave early tomorrow."

"Tomorrow ?" repeated Y/N, pouting. "I thought you were staying all week."

"I need to speak to someone. An important, complicated discussion. Urgent matter. I don't know how long this will take."

It was especially very risky and the Corinthian knew that there was a possibility for him to be defeated, whether he spoke with Death, or with Dream. But he had to try. He was just still hesitating between being menacing, or charming, calm, offering a deal.

He wasn't sure if Death would allow him to kill more people for her. He was pretty sure she didn't care about quotas at all, since everyone would come to her in the end, no matter what.

Perhaps his Lord would be more attentive, if on the contrary he promised him not to kill anymore. Or a bit less. To spend more time in the dreaming, and to go into the waking world only to see Y/N, when he wasn't visiting them in their dreams.

Would he understand, he who had had so many lovers ? He could laugh, mock, assert that the Corinthian was not capable of loving. He could unmade him in seconds. He was also going to be interested in this mortal who had corrupted one of his precious nightmares, and the Corinthian had no desire at all for the King of dreams to approach Y/N.

It was going to be really complicated. But he had to try, for them to stay forever.

There were so many beings who were untouched by time, yet they absolutely did not deserve to live. Even Dream had his little friend whom he met in a inn once every hundred years. Why wouldn't he have the right to ask for it ? He had never asked for anything.

Well, he had often taken, without worrying about the consequences, without trying to find out if he had the right, without listening to orders and ignoring prohibitions. It was in his nature.

But this time, for once, he was going to make it right, and making a promise he could keep, because he knew what would happen if he lied. If Dream wasn't touched by this, then nothing would ever touch the cold and distant Endless.

"What are you thinking about ?" Y/N whispered, laying their head against his chest, as if trying to listen to the heart he didn't have.

"The future. What about you?"

"Hmm. Same. I'm going to have a hard time sleeping without you. I sleep very badly when you're not around."

They couldn't sleep well without a nightmare. Adorable. Ironic.

"I'll call you, if I can."

"It's not the same. Why would you not be able to ?"

"It is complicated."

"If you say so. As long as you come back."

Y/N was smart, that was one of the many reasons why they were different from the others. They knew when not to ask questions, but also what to say to tease him, provoke him, push him to his limits.

His activities were always more or less dangerous, but mainly for others, not for himself. He never specified that something might be complicated. It meant different. Really dangerous. He hadn't specified when he was going to come back, because he didn't know if he was going to come back.

With their short sentence, they waited to see his reaction. They wanted to push him to promise that they would see him again.

The Corinthian sighed.

"I'll be back. At least in your nightmares."

"Oh, I would have lots of sweet dreams then."

"Hilarious."

"I wasn't kidding."

"I know, that's what's hilarious." he chuckled, kissing them on the forehead. "My adorable little fool, I don't know what I've done to deserve you."

Y/N pouted again, but didn't protest. He knew they didn't like him saying they were crazy, but who else could hug something like him ?

As he was about to get up, they held him back, hugging him tightly, their face in his neck.

"Stay with me."

"I'm not leaving right away."

"I don't care. Stay with me."

How to say no ? But if he stayed, they were going to die one day. And if he left, he was probably going to be reduced to dust.

There was also the third solution.

The choice seemed impossible. It felt like a nightmare, worse than the Corinthian himself, from which he couldn't wake up.

Sighing, he lay back, hugging Y/N who was kissing his neck, their eyes very close to his mouth, and he looked up at the ceiling again, not knowing what he was going to do.

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Imagine: being the daughter of Corinthian, having the same "eyes" as your dad and him keeping you hidden from Morpheus.

little y/n: why should i wear sunglasses at night?

Corinthian: because otherwise the evil man will find us.

helped you put on your glasses to cover your "eyes"

Corinthian: Do you want me to find us and get away from you?

little y/n: I won't use them

Corinthian: that's how you talk little one

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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Ineffable - A Masterlist

Dream of the Endless x f!Reader / Corinthian x f!Reader

Synopsis: Reader is arguably as much of a mystery as Morpheus. She can communicate through thoughts, manipulate others’ dreams, and sometimes, employ telekinesis. A chance encounter with Fiddler’s Green leads to her being a part of Morpheus’ crowd in the Dreaming, doing her part and using her abilities to help keep everything in check. She is undeniably fascinated by Morpheus, but he acts as expected. Maybe even colder and more distant towards her. Luckily, she finds comfort among the Dreams and Nightmares, unexpectedly including the dangerous yet alluring Corinthian. Ultimately, the reader is yet to discover the full extent of her powers, and where she truly stands with Morpheus and Corinthian.

A Playlist - for your reading soundtrack

answered questions

Chapter 1: Daydream

Chapter 2: Devious

Chapter 3: Disillusion

Chapter 4: Delicate

Chapter 5: Distraction

Chapter 6: Dazed

Chapter 7: Devour (18+)

Chapter 8: Domestic

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧

requested by @psychedelic-ink

A/N: you guys don’t understand how bad I just wanna kiss this man’s neck, like seriously I am enamoured, I could write a whole fic just on giving him beck kisses I swear... um anyways, thank you for the request my beloved Sil!! I really hope you like it

extra warning: as this is somnophilia it does involve slight dub-con, but trust me reader is very happy about it once she wakes up

You’d been asleep when he’d finally snuck his way into your bedroom. It was a frequent occurrence now for The Corinthian to visit you at night time. Usually the two of you would get up to all sorts of smut together when he came to see you, but tonight you had fallen asleep before he’d arrived.

That wasn’t going to stop him though.

He hums a deep groan as you shift under the covers, revealing to him that you had gone to bed wearing nothing. He kicks off his shoes, quickly and quietly ridding himself of the rest of his clothes swiftly after. He’s then silently crawling his way into the bed beside you. He shuffles close to you, but not close enough to touch you. Not just yet.

For a moment he just takes in the sight of your glorious chest, carefully pulling the sheet all the way off you to expose your entire naked body to him. He smirks to himself as he revels in the idea of just how vulnerable and exposed you were to him. The thought makes his cock twitch as it quickly starts to grow hard.

His gaze roams freely and shamelessly over you as he starts to stroke himself next to you. He squeezes and tugs at his dick hastily as he watches your breasts rise and up down with your breathing. He admires the way your plump lips are hanging open, almost inviting in their shape. A light grunt escapes him as you shift again in your sleep, your legs falling open slightly.

That was the final straw for The Corinthian. He simply couldn’t wait any longer; he needed to be inside you. He gently grabs onto your waist, turning you so you lay on your side, your ass now facing him. He almost lets out another groan as your body seems to move instinctively, your ass pushing out to meet his crotch.

At this point he’s aching for you, desperate to get inside you. He has to bite back a growl as he finally pushes inside you. A soft, sleepy sigh falls from your lips as he slowly starts to fuck himself into your sleeping body. One of his hands comes to rest on your hip, pulling you back against him to meet his hips with each thrust.

It’s not long before he’s fucking himself quite hard into you, the wet sound of slapping skin and his breath groans filling the room. It’s just moments before you’re slowly waking up with a moan. Your back arches, pushing against him, as one of your hands comes up to curl around his nape, tugging on his light blonde hair.

“You’re here,” you muse drowsily, a lazy smirk on your lips, as you twist your torso slightly to face towards him.

He brings his hand up from your hip to cup your jaw lightly.

“Having a nice dream?” He taunts darkly, placing a deep kiss to your lips.

You smile as he kisses you languidly, deeply, his hips still loving against you, his cock stroking deep inside you.

“Mmm,” you hum sleepily against his lips, “a nightmare, actually…”

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Fixing Mistakes | Sandman imagine

Summary: The Corinthian must be stopped and as you’re the only one his nightmare would listen to, you offered to help.

Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess! Reader

Request: Yes

Morpheus didn’t want you to come at first, but recognizing your bond with the Corinthian. His nightmare had a deep care and love for you, as you were always there from the moment he was created.

You were some sort of weakness for him, he wanted to live up to your expectations more than Morpheus’.

When you faced the Corinthian you could see how his face changed at the sight of you. You remained silent as Morpheus was facing The Corinthian, but you still looked at the nightmare with deep sorrow and that was the worst thing for Dream’s dark creation.

The Corinthian stabbed Morpheus right through his palm, making you gasp. You could not stay as an observer any longer.

“Cory, it’s enough!” He looked at you with resentment and sadness. “Please” he hated to cause you pain, to see you distressed, he only wanted to make you proud, it pained him to realize he failed to do that.

So he surrendered.

“I must uncreate you, now” The Corinthian exhaled deeply, he wasn’t looking at his king, he was looking at you, The Queen of the Dreaming, Goddess of the dawn.

The person he loved most.

“The only thing I’m sorry for is that I didn’t live up to your expectations, my queen” there was nothing you could say that felt right in that moment, Morpheus reduced his monstrous creation to a tiny skull.

Morpheus kept the skull in his pocket and you immediately opened your arms to him, knowing better than anyone how much The Corinthian meant to him.

You held him close, nuzzling his silky black hair, trying your best to soothe his sadness. When you both came back to the Dreaming, Morpheus was practically shutting himself in his mind, he would carry The Corinthian’s item with him at his every step.

“Morpheus?” You came to check up on him, he was caught up in his guilt.

“It was my fault. I failed him Y/N” you rested your hand on his shoulder.

“Creations are made for improvement. You can built the best version of The Corinthian, and he can be everything we hoped for”

“Together” Morpheus said, making you smile sweetly and nod.

The uncreation of The Corinthian was a heavy burden for The King of Dreams, but he at least had his Queen to light the way for him whenever his demons would get the best of him.

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Masterlist

Updated: March 1, 2023

🔥 smut, minors dni

🌻 fluff

⛈️ angst

🌹 suggestive

Note:

I do not give permission to repost or copy my writing here or other platforms in any form.

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*no longer writing for peaky blinders

Anthony Bridgerton

⋆ Viscountess' orders 🔥

Benedict Bridgerton

⋆ That's my wife! 🌻

⋆ Strawberry kisses 🌻

Bridgerton sister

⋆ Sickness and Siblings 🌻

⋆ Being the youngest Bridgerton sister would include 🌻

⋆ Our Spring flower 🌻

Moon knight

Welcome to wystie-verse! x, x

⋆ I love you florally 🌻

⋆ Our little thing 🌻

⋆ Cucumber face mask and Fist of Vengeance 🌻

⋆ Keepsake 🌻

⋆ The Hair Problem 🌻

⋆ Amarre 🔥

⋆ Calling them by their name prank 🌻

⋆ Paper butterflies 🌻

⋆ Not saying 'I love you' back prank 🌻

⋆ The Phases of the moon ⛈️🔥🌻

⋆ Moon boys' reaction to see you casually naked for the first time 🌻

⋆ You're gonna be the death of me 🌻

⋆ How do you wake up Lady Gaga? 🌻

⋆ Pinky Promise 🌻

⋆ 'Mwah' is a real word! 🌻

⋆ Moon boys dating a desi girl would include 🌻

⋆ Writing their names wrongly on purpose prank 🌻

⋆ Moon boys getting turned on when you speak angrily and swear in Tamil

⋆ To kiss or not to kiss? 🌻

⋆ Letter to the void ⛈️🌻

⋆ Safest place in the whole world 🌻

⋆ The unicorn sticker 🌻

⋆ Chapter #57 in a book called 'Things you do when you love' ⛈️

⋆ I accept in cash & kisses 🌻

⋆ Jake losing his virginity to you 🔥

⋆ That's my good girl 🔥

⋆ When they decided you are 'The one' 🌻

⋆ To build a home ⛈️🌻

⋆ The Eight legged vile beast 🌻🌹

⋆ Anodyne 🌻

⋆ You look so pretty begging for me 🔥

⋆ Wintery kisses 🌻

⋆ Hugs & other things like Love 🌻

⋆ Kissing it better 🌻

⋆ Hola bitches! 🌻

⋆ Have your boyfriend cover what ruins your face challenge

⋆ The Space between us 🌻

⋆ In Other World ⛈️

Blue Jones

⋆ The eyeliner 🌹

⋆ Dating Blue Jones headcanons 🔥

Werewolf by night

⋆ Once upon a time 🌻

⋆ Tuesdays with you 🌻

⋆ The Wolfman 🌻

The Corinthian

⋆ His heart 🌻

⋆ Imagine being the only human Corinthian tolerates 🌻

Namor

⋆ It's just a game! 🌻

⋆ You are perfect to me 🌻

Donald Pierce

⋆ 'Wiping off the kiss' prank with Donnie 🌻

Matt Murdock

⋆ I'm not pouting! 🌻

Triple Frontier boys

⋆ The Man in a Red suit 🌻

⋆ 'Call your man by his first name and see his reaction' trend 🌻

William 'Ironhead' Miller

⋆ Finding Dory 🌻

⋆ Dating Will Miller would include

⋆ Texting Will when he is away 🌻

Benny Miller

⋆ Dating Benny Miller would include

⋆ The Kiss stays on 💋🌻

Peaky Blinders

*no longer writing for peaky blinders

⋆ The Uncrowned Princess

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•Having a Baby with The Corinthian•

Call me crazy but I think The Corinthian would be an amazing father.

We all saw how he was with Jed (granted he just needed to keep Jed safe for his own personal gain but still)

Like, imagine if he has a partner (you) and he loves you and you both are like "Why don't we have a kid?" he's gonna love it.

Yes, he's a literal nightmare, a serial killer, an eye ball eating, teeth for eyes being but he also would be such a cool dad.

Honestly though, there won't be much discipline from him surprisingly. You're going to have to be the tough parent if you want your kid to be well behaved in anyway.

The Corinthian is a very intimidating nightmare to say the least with an often no nonsense, practical way of going about things but with his own kid? He will burn the whole world down if it makes his kid smile.

He will also commit any and every atrocity and crime if it means getting his kid what they want.

Say your child is having a meltdown because they want ice cream, well then they're getting ice cream even if it means he has to burn down said ice cream truck (with the ice cream vendor inside)

The Corinthian is very good with not committing said murders and eating eye balls from said murder victims in front of his child though.

His more "nightmarish" traits he keeps well away from them. Hidden.

Despite being a nightmare he would never want to scare his own kid so he would keep his glasses on religiously around them as well.

But can you imagine if one day he forgets to put them on before going to check on the baby and instead of crying his kid just starts giggling at his eye teeth instead? It would warm his heart that his baby isn't afraid of him.

Okay but he would pick the most inappropriate onesies for the baby though. They'll probably say things like "Daddy's lil nightmare" and "Child of a killer dad, no literally."

The Corinthian has no concept of what is healthy for your baby. If you're not present during feedings he will just end up giving the infant raw cookie dough and candy.

Your baby will definitely not have a normal upbringing but hey, that's to be expected.

He's just having the time of his life being a father and although his ways are unorthodox no one can deny how much he loves his baby.

The fact that he, a nightmare, could create a little person of his own with the one he loves makes him feel awestruck.

And, that said baby isn't scared of him and loves him makes him feel things he's never felt before.

It makes The Corinthian feel incredibly human to be a father and have a loving significant other. He's always wanted to know what that's like and now his dream came true.

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Mysterious - The Corinthian Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: Mysterious

Pairing: The Corinthian X Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 1,097 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: The Corinthian allowed himself to have the closest thing to a best friend that you can have. Even he doesn't know why he didn't expect them to have some questions about who he is.

Author's Note: Listen. I just thought this was kinda funny. The idea of the Corinthian having a best friend that really isn't anything like him makes me chuckle.

Also, I haven't seen anyone write for him. Which was honestly kinda shocking, but I may have just missed them.

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Being friends with the Corinthian was such a strange but amazing thing.

Even after getting past the fact that he called himself the Corinthian and refused to call himself anything else, there were just so many mysteries. The fancy suits, the attitude, the way he seemed to disappear for days (he would go on to explain them as work trips).

However, after being friends with him for so long, there was only one mystery that I wanted an answer to.

The damn glasses.

All hours of the day, no matter the weather, no matter the activity. He was always wearing glasses that perfectly covered his eyes. At first, I thought it was just a fashion choice. But as I saw how protective he got over them, I realized that it was something very different.

Now, I felt awful for doing this.

This was my best friend- or as close as I had ever gotten to a best friend- and I should've been able to just trust him. But I needed answers.

"I have a peace offering!"

I grinned as I walked down the hall to my apartment. The Corinthian was standing by my door with a bag of takeout.

"How long have you been out here," I asked.

"Not long."

"I don't believe you."

"Well, that's not my fault, now, is it?"

I chuckled and unlocked the door. He passed me and set the bag on my table as I shut the door behind me. I had to walk around him to put my stuff down.

"How's your day been?"

"Boring," I confessed.

"That's what happens when you don't see this face," he replied.

"Ah, yes, what a lesson I've learned," I rolled my eyes. "So humble, aren't you?"

"Oh, of course," he nodded.

I chuckled. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

"Don't be an ass," I scoffed. He held up his hands for a moment. "Why do you keep the glasses on?"

"Because I look damn good in them."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You don't agree?"

"You're not telling me the truth."

"Then, what's your theory?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I wanted you to tell me."

"Trust me," the Corinthian stepped closer to me. "There's nothing mysterious going on here."

I nodded before biting my lip for a second. It was time to do something very, very stupid.

“Sorry!”

I snagged the glasses off of his face and ran in the opposite direction. I was left with one option: jump onto the bed and hope he won’t follow me.

I held the glasses stretched out in one arm, holding them away from him, and the other pushed out to attempt to keep him away.

When I saw his eyes, my heart felt like it stopped for a moment. Instead of eyes, there were two small mouths. I wasn’t scared of him. I was sad. Sad for him.

He didn’t move past the edge of the bed. Something about the look on my face made him less jumpy, I guess.

“Who did that to you,” I asked.

“Not the reaction I normally get,” the Corinthian replied like he was trying to make some kind of joke. When I didn’t laugh, he sighed.

“Who did this to you,” I repeated, voice louder and firmer. “And what did they actually do?”

His jaw clenched and he tilted his head down for a moment.

"I'm a nightmare."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I mean... sometimes you seem a bit grumpy for no reason, but I don't see that being a good enough-"

"Not like that," he stopped me. He stepped forward. "I was created in the realm of dreams. I was created as a literal nightmare."

I blinked at him a few times.

"I didn't want you knowing," he continued. "You're the only person that I see any real value in. I thought this would scare you off."

I was still processing. A nightmare. I wasn't even sure that I fully understood what he was saying.

"You were made to haunt people's dreams," I asked, trying to make sure that I wasn't being stupid.

"Yeah," he replied. His shoulders dropped when I didn't say anything else. "I should go. Just hand me back my glasses and you'll never hear from me again."

My heart dropped when he said that.

"Well, as long as you keep your mouth shut about- woah."

I jumped off the bed and quickly pulled him into a hug. There was a long pause before I felt his arms wrap around me. He let out another sigh as his body relaxed, hugging me tighter.

"I don't want you to go," I muttered, almost sounding like a child begging their parent not to go to work. "Please don't go."

"I won't, I won't," he promised. "Just don't make me leave."

"I won't."

I stepped back and grinned at him, holding the glasses out to him. Even if I did mind- which I didn't- it was his choice if he wanted to waltz around without his glasses.

"Thank you," he grabbed the glasses from my hand and placed them back on his face. "See? They make me look good."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him.

"You really don't agree?"

"Didn't say that."

He pointed at me. "HA! I knew it!"

I stuck my tongue out at him before chuckling and shaking my head. I looked at him for a moment.

"What," the Corinthian asked. I raised an eyebrow at him. "I can see the little gears in your head working. Now, what is it?"

"I just... I have some really dumb questions about the mouth-for-eye thing."

He let out a laugh. "Let's get a drink and I'll answer any question you want."

I nodded and walked over to the counter, getting two drinks together. I handed him a glass and he motioned over to my table.

"Alright," he said, relaxing into the seat across from me. "What do you wanna know?"

"Do you have to eat through them," I asked.

"Have to? No."

"But you can?"

"Yup."

"What's that look like?"

"I don't think you actually wanna see that."

"Okay," I nodded. "Do you... Do you brush your... eye-teeth?"

There was a moment of silence before he spoke, "I am too sober for this conversation."

"Come on."

"No, I don't."

"What are you actually seeing with?"

"(Y/n)..."

"It's a good question!"

The night continued like that. Stupid conversations. Like nothing had happened. Nothing had changed.

And really, that's all I could've hoped for. Because I still had him.

And that's all I wanted.

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Author's Note: We. love. wholesome. besties. Even when one of them is a murderer.

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Devil In The Darkness: PART 3 (Corinthian Fanfic) 18+ SMUT WARNING

Pairing: The Corinthian x f!reader

Summary: When the mystery man who has been visiting you in your dreams returns spiciness ensues.

Warnings: Strong Language, Smut, Fingering, Dry Humping, DDlg themes MINORS DNI

PREVIOUSLY ON DEVIL IN THE DARKNESS:

You can't move frozen in place, mind gone blank not being able to process a single thought. He brings a large hand to your jaw, fingers tilting your head upright to look him in the face. You don’t know why you should be feeling scared, terrified even you heard this man in your room last night and now he is here again. But you don’t feel scared, not even one bit. You feel comfortable, butterflies are swarming your stomach.

Are you attracted to this man? Surely not. He has to be something your mind has made up; you are almost convinced you are losing your goddamn mind.

A laugh falls from his lips, thumb caressing your jaw.

“Little one that noise you made last night was just sinful, think you can make it again for me?”

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Your body seems to have shut down because no words are leaving your mouth, he has a vice like grip on your waist his other hand still under your jaw thumb caressing you. Staring at you he runs his tongue along the length of his lower lip, corners of his mouth turn upwards into a smirk. Your skin is alight with goosebumps and you breath catches, your gaze drifting to his lips. You want to kiss him, to replicate the action he just done but you are still frozen in place: brain not able to compute what it is that is happening right now.

Both hands seem to have found a home against his body: one grips his blazer and the other lays flat against his broad chest. A laugh falls from his lips, jaw flexing as he chews a piece of gum. You did not think it possible but his grip on your waist has tightened drawing you closer to his large frame, only a hairs width passing between the two of you now. All the air has left your lungs, leaving you breathless and waiting in anticipation for his next move.

“I know you want to kiss me, come on little one just give in!” His voice is a mere whisper now, his chest heaving as he waits to see if your resolve will crumble and finally give him what he has been craving every night he has visited you.

Something snaps in your mind and you close the gap between the two of you. Lips colliding with one another in a hurried moment of passion your tongue teases his lower lip begging to be let in to deepen the kiss, he gleefully accepts. It’s intense neither of you pausing for breath as you both become consumed by one another’s presence. Your bodies are pressed against one another, a growl sounds at the base of his throat sending shocks straight to the pressure that is building between your thighs.

Pulling away his lips find their way to the base of your throat nipping and kissing up the column of your neck, he reaches the spot just below your ear and a moan falls from your mouth. You hear him utter a hushed “fuck” when the moan leaves your mouth, your body feels like it's on fire pleasure invading every sense.

“Prettiest sound to ever exist” He mumbles against your skin to himself, your hand making its way to his belt. Fingers wrap around your wrist before they manage to reach their desired destination, a sigh echoing round the room from their owner.

“Not so fast little one, time you woke up for that job of yours!”

Before you have the chance to protest you are awake, frustration at an all-time high. Long hair sticks to your forehead, still breathless and the ache between your thighs is ever present. Rolling over you groan into your pillow before deciding to end your mini tantrum to silence your alarm that has just went off in time for another mundane day at the office.

Picking up your phone you phone the doctor's office making an appointment later in the day to discuss your current predicament. Once getting off the phone you send a quick text to your boss letting them know you will be leaving the office slightly earlier to attend your appointment.

Making your way to the mirror to fix your hair before leaving the apartment you grab the brush opting to throw it into a quick pony tail not having the energy to commit to anything too complicated. Tying the band round your hair you notice a mark on your neck just below your ear, it looks like a bruise but it can't be you haven't hurt yourself recently that you are aware of. On closer inspection you see that it is indeed a bruise it appears to be a hickey, your fingers graze the mark on your neck images of last night flashing through your mind. How is it possible that he has been able to bruise my neck if he was only in my dream.

The end of the day rolls round and your appointment with the doctor passes, you tell them everything that has happened minus the kiss from last night. They suggest keeping a detailed account of the ending of the dream, installing a night light and prescribe you with a course of sleeping tablets to help you stay asleep.

Bedtime rolls around and you enter the kitchen turning on the tap to fill a glass with water to wash down the tablet, placing it in the dishwasher when you are finished you head to the bedroom and climb into bed falling asleep not long after.

Time ticks on and you have only blackness in your head, no dream. It goes on like this for a couple of days until one night you close your eyes and find yourself not in the bar but instead in your own apartment. There is a knock at the door and you turn towards the noise heading towards the door to see the source of the noise, opening the door there he stands leaning against the door frame arms crossed. Raking your eyes over his frame you eye his crossed arms, biceps accentuated by the long-sleeved zip up he is wearing. Standing aside you let him into your apartment closing the door behind you, he stands waiting in the kitchen resting against the counter top.

Walking into the kitchen you approach him placing one hand on his sharp jaw and the other resting against his chest thinking about your previous encounter.

“Why did you wake me up before?” You pout your lips at him in some feeble attempt for sympathy, eager to continue what you both had started.

“Eager are we little one?” he pauses. “Baby you can have me now if you are a good girl.” he breathes biting lightly at your ear.

“You going to be a good girl?” pulling away he raises an eyebrow awaiting your response.

“Yes Daddy” nodding your head in agreement.

Before you know it you are both in your bedroom back pressed against the wall as his hand wraps around your throat, lips connecting with the same passion from before. His knee knocks your legs apart separating them, his thigh lies directly underneath your cunt. He hasn’t even touched you and has worked you into a frenzy with just his mouth on your neck. Desperate for any kind of relief you grind your cunt down onto his clothed thigh, a whimper of relief releasing.

A laugh resonates round the room as he watches the sight unfolding before him, his desperate little one grinding her throbbing cunt on his thigh such a needy girl. The sight is one of pure sin, God this is what he had wanted to happen from the very first night he invaded your dreams.

Hands trail their way up your bare thighs before reaching your underwear now soaked from your assault on his clothed thigh, his fingers tear through the flimsy material now discarded on the floor in two.

His palm cups your dripping cunt applying just the right amount of pressure for you to let out a moan, the sound going straight to his rock-hard cock. If he was being honest he was already hard when was standing at your front door, flashes of the night days before stiffening his cock before he had even seen you.

Gathering the wetness between your thighs with two fingers he lightly circles your clit before working the digits into you teasingly curling them up at that soft spot inside you. Unintelligible words rolling out your mouth as he works you into a frenzy, the string in you is about to snap your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Oh my god, oh god, oh... Fuck. Fuck. FUCK” you are seeing stars, your cunt spasming around his long fingers. His pace never faltering he keeps going, the wave not subsiding.

“Daddy fuck.” The phrase makes his cock throb, your cunt clenching around his fingers unleashes something in him.

He needs to be inside you, needs to feel your warmth wrapped around him. Needs you clenching round him, needs you moaning no screaming. This is it there’s no turning back for him now you are his, no one else can have you.

He withdraws his fingers once your orgasm subsides, lifting two fingers to his mouth he sucks them cleaning off the wetness from your cunt. God the taste of you is better than he imagined, its making him absolutely feral. A low growl erupts from the base of his throat when he licks of the rest of the wetness from his fingers.

“Baby you are mine now.”

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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You've probably already received a request like this, but would I be able to request a part 2 to the one-shot you wrote about the Corinthian having a crush on Dream's s/o.

[Original Post] | [Part 3] | [Sandman-inspired playlist] | [MASTERLIST] | 🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Corinthian didn't care much for books. Truthfully, they didn't care much for him either - whichever one you'd open, he'd be the villain. The Nightmare. Nonetheless, he had found himself inside the library but not because he was interested in reading. Instead, it was the reader that captivated him.

Like a stalking predator, he hid between bookshelves at a fairly inconspicuous distance from the daybed you were sitting on. Behind you was one of the many stained-glass windows that Morpheus seemed to be exceptionally fond of. That one, however, was very personal - it presented none other than you. Undoubtedly, it was the beloved king's whim, a monument for his undying devotion. With the colourful glass behind your back, you resembled a deity leisurely spending time in their own temple; a halo of sunlight around your frame revealed your holy nature. Considering how much Morpheus was willing to do for you, such a statement wasn't far from the truth. Perhaps that willingness was the one thing that had made all the difference: one could die for you and the other kill. Which one was the true declaration of unconditional love, I wonder?

The quiet rustle of the page you were turning did not reach Corinthian's ears - he was too far away. But such little noises didn't interest him anyway, they were nothing more but static that audaciously jarred him. Your little expressions were much more captivating, giving away what emotions the book was eliciting from you: surprise, confusion, anger, shock... Your fingers barely grazed the yellow paper as though you expected it to rip or tear with even a little bit of harshness. Would your hands feel equally gentle against his skin? Corinthian inhaled sharply in an attempt to chase away the forbidden thoughts that made his heart tremble. Occupied with his voyeurism, he didn't notice a very expected guest:

"Corinthian?" Lucienne asked confused. She looked at him from above the rim of her glasses; her eyebrows were raised about as high as they possibly could. There was a stack of books in her arms. "What are you doing here?"

As best as he could, Corinthian acted unbothered. "My job," he lied through his teeth. Yes, he was quite exceptional at that. "Lord Morpheus asked me to keep an eye on his beloved. There have been some... unfavourable whispers going around."

Lucienne watched Corinthian for a moment. Honestly, she wasn't aware of any 'whispers' of that sort but if that were true, perhaps it really was for the better to not discuss unrest in the open. "Don't be a nuisance," she warned him before leaving. She passed by you but never forced your attention on herself. Considering how much time you had spent among those bookshelves, you had become part of the library in her mind. Lucienne never said it out loud, as she didn't think it was important enough, but she truly appreciated your silent company. Strolling through her 'domain', she was putting back the books in their rightful places.

A quiet humming echoed through the library - Marv, undoubtedly. He had a curious habit of singing old songs while he was working. The pumpkin-headed scarecrow had no rush in his footsteps, humming some forgotten Frank Sinatra melody as he walked between the tall bookshelves. Ladder in one hand, a bucket of paint and a paint roller in the other, he appeared completely relaxed and carefree. He was probably done for the day and planned on enjoying his leisure to the fullest.

"Good day, your highness," Marv called out while passing by you, making Lucienne look over her shoulder. She wasn't going to quiet him just yet. "You're looking dazzling as ever!"

You looked up from your book with a wide smile on your face. Is this what rapture looked like? "Thank you, Marv," you answered with a flustered giggle in your voice. Corinthian wondered if he knew words sweet enough to drown in that melodic laughter. Was there any better way to die? "Good day to you, too."

Marv passed by Corinthian's hideout without noticing him. Soon after, Lucienne let out a tired sigh and marched out of the library for reasons only known to herself. Once again, he was unbothered in his relentless prayer to the only deity that deserved praise. There was a tea set placed on the table in front of you. Steam from brewing tea dispersed the sunlight coming through the stained-glass window. From his observation, Corinthian knew that you had a habit of getting consumed by different activities that you'd forget about the tea and drink it cold. A strange thought run through his head: he could, after all, set those bookshelves alight to make sure your tea is still hot for when you feel thirsty.

The silent calmness of his lovesick voyeurism did not last for long. Corinthian hid further among the books and wooden contraptions upon noticing a hem of a black coat. Barely peeking through the small gap between shelves and tops of books, he watched the sickening scene unfold:

Your face lit up as you looked away from your book. In a manner too excited for Corinthian's liking, you closed the volume and were about to put it on the table, next to the tea set, when your hands suddenly retracted - Morpheus probably told you he, still, had some other affairs to take care of. Then, in a quite unexpected act, Dream took off his heavy coat and placed it around your shoulders. Your expression softened as you took in a deep inhale of the fragrance lingering on the material. Pomegranate and old parchment. Corinthian didn't even notice his face contorted into a disgusted grimace as he watched Morpheus lean down and gently kiss the top of your head. A quiet giggle left your mouth but it was mostly muffled as your husband was holding you close to himself for a moment. Letting go, after what felt like hours of Corinthian clashing his teeth, Morpheus left the library the same way he had entered - never passing by the watcher's nest, thankfully.

Was that all he was going to do?! Disturb your loneliness for a mere minute, feed you crumbs of his attention, then leave again? What sacrilege was it to claim one's devotion to a god but never bleed on the altar of their mercy? Morpheus could give you anything and everything but not what you wanted. Not what you deserved. Gods craved sacrifices of all that bought pain and sorrow to give away, did they not? Of elements that kept undeserving creatures alive? Blood, tears, bile, marrow... Corinthian would give you all of that only to beg for your forgiveness for such a scarce, unimportant gift. But the one to whom you promised your forever, he gave you a coat. And perhaps that has made all the difference.

He had absolutely no clue what possessed him as he walked towards you. There were no words that he could say on that day that would change the current course of events, no spell that would make you break your sacred vows. Perhaps during Corinthian's creation, Morpheus accidentally poured into the Nightmare his own powerlessness in the face of your inexplicable majesty. If that were true, then Corinthian was simply answering a primaeval call weaved into the very calcium of his bones, iron floating in his blood; he was made to devote himself to you but lacking Morpheus's self-restraint, instead of making a sacrifice on the altar of your love, he longed to be the sacrifice. If he had no place by your side, he'd happily lay at your feet.

The tea was probably already cold when you remembered its existence. Letting out a quiet sigh at your typical forgetfulness, you reached for the kettle but did not notice one of the cups was in the way. The realization came a little too late - your forearm had already nudged the porcelain dish.

But instead of the sharp sound of chinaware breaking against the tiled floor of the library, you were made aware of someone's presence:

"Careful," Corinthian said as he placed the cup back on the silver tray.

"That was quite remarkable," you murmured more to yourself than to him. Shortly after, you looked back up at him with a grateful smile. "Thank you. Have a seat." Your hand vaguely pointed to the empty cushion beside you. "If you're not needed elsewhere, of course," you added right after.

There was, quite literally, nothing that needed his attention more than your friendly offer. You don't deny gods when they invite you to eat at their table. "I'd love to," he answered with a smile. Despite his dislike of Morpheus, Corinthian had to admit that Dream equipped him with exquisite charm, which he was going to use to the fullest.

Without useless questions, he took the porcelain kettle and began pouring tea for you and him. A bittersweet, fruit and aniseed, aroma filled his nostrils. In some poetic way, that's exactly what his daily life had smelled like for the past countless decades - cyanide and honey.

"You know, I've always thought that Morpheus gave you an excellent name," you confessed while watching Corinthian carefully pour tea. For a vicious nightmare, he really did impress with his poise like venomous snakes allure with their colourful scales arranged into fantastic patterns.

"Really? I have never given it much thought," he lied. Your hand brushed against his as you took the cup from his hand. Corinthian clenched his jaw and forced that charming, polite smile to stay on his face as he tried to chase away dreamy images of your fingers caressing his face ('How would your knuckles feel against his lips?').

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud," you quoted. "It's from Saint Paul's letter to Corinthians. Your name, I believe, is a reminder for every sentient creature of what truly matters."

This moment - that truly mattered. The minute in which you acknowledged his existence although it was hardly deserving of your attention.

"Beautifully said, your highness."

You were right next to him, your knees nearly touching, and yet it felt as though you were entire realms apart. That heavy, black coat; the aroma of exotic fruits and antique books - a wall separating you; a malicious reminder, that he meant nothing in the grandeur of your life, that there was another to whom your thoughts, hopes and dreams belonged. Corinthian was an unimportant, unnamed tourist gawking at Mona Lisa.

A shy blush crept unto your cheeks. "You're being too kind, dear Corinthian," you said with a gentle smile on your face before taking a sip of the tea.

Mona Lisa stares ahead, in the general direction of the tourist but never explicitly at him. He moves along - there are others that want to stare too - but looks over his shoulder countless times as though one day, in the endless ocean of admirers, she might return the loving look. Hope dies last but she's also the mother of fools.

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A/N: when I watched The Sandman for the first time and they said 'The Corinthian' my first thought was Bible and St. Paul's letter. The second thought was 'daughter of Corinth' (prostitute) lmao

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Collector 1: I sleep with a knife under my pillow, just in case.

Collector 2: yeah, you never know what can happen so I sleep with an axe.

Y/n: Amateurs.

Collector 1: Yeah? So what do you sleep with?

Y/n: The Corinthian.

#I swear i will write something tomorrow or on saturday #I just got prescription on my meds #I was out of them for a week and uhm it wasn't best time of my life #The Corinthian #The Corinthian x reader #The Corinthian imagine #The Corinthian x male reader #the corinthian sandman

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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Nightmare Calling

Relationship: The Corinthian x afab!reader

Warnings: sexual themes, knives and blood, eyes, Corinthinan being an impossibly lovely slut, but slightly soft

Summary: Cori wakes you up causing you to be entangled in bed for hours for some much-needed alone time. Little does he know you have a couple surprises yourself.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.5k+

A/N: Weeks ago, I had this idea around 3am and jotted it down in my notes. This is my first time writing for The Corinthian so I hope you enjoy, especially @novaracer who has been enabling me to write him. Graphic by @firefly-graphics. Comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You feel the cold press of metal along your cheek, though hazy in your sleep you can feel its familiar pressure along your jaw. You try to will your lips into a frown, wondering for a second if the wrong person is in the room. Yet your heart rate remains the same. Silence meets you when you open your eyes, and dawn barely filters into the room illuminating the man....or nightmare sitting at the edge of your bed.

"Took you long enough to wake up, darling" the southern drawl stirring something within you a touch of fear mingled with familiarity, an odd combination. Who would've thought?

You pull him back into bed and he chuckles twirling his knife and gliding his tongue along it before sheathing it. You secretly hoped he would cut his tongue on it before kissing you so you could taste the delightful metallic while being entangled.

"Careful"

"You tried to steal my eyes again didn't you?" You grump burying your face in his neck.

He nipped your neck, tangling his long legs with yours his glasses sliding down to where his eye mouths stared back at you and you find yourself raising your index finger to one of them them.

They respond in kind nipping at your index finger, causing you to groan while Corinthian’s hand rested flat on your back, tugging you closer to him as the eye mouth nipped harder, drawing blood. You sigh in borderline ecstasy. You don’t know how you could resist him.

“You have lovely eyes, such a shame I can’t put them in the jar” He playfully fake bites the air to get his point across. Somehow you found that look supremely electrifying and alluring. Of all the things the Corinthian did, that particular one made your skin crawl in anticipation and delight.

Others would’ve run in fear from him, but despite him being a literal nightmare, his eye mouth teeth clicking in a mixture of excitement or disapproval, it mattered not. You felt comfortable in his presence while running your hands along his chest, gasping when his hands gripped your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he maneuvers himself on top of you, trapping you against him.

You certainly have no complaints, not when his hand caresses your thigh before reaching down to spread your legs apart while he nips your index finger with his mouth, drawing more blood. He groans in delight, sucking on your finger more, utterly consumed by you at the moment.

"I should wake you up like this more often, darling," his accent drawls when he breaks away from his ministrations on your finger, making you shiver as you run your arms along his back.

"You liked waking up with a knife caressing your pretty face, right?"

His scoffing admonishment almost made you roll your eyes but it allowed for the distraction you needed as you responded, "well I was a good sport about it wasn't I? I can't exactly complain nor am I in a position to."

You barely gave him time to register one of his beloved blades now in your hand, tilting up his chin as you rolled on top of him, the tip pointing into his neck just barely, causing a hint of a proud smile to form along his lips.

"Well, what do we have here?" He cocks his head, his smile shifting to a smirk, nonchalant, so easygoing. He fears nothing at this moment, taking absolute delight in your confidence. He likes it more so, when your hand grips his jaw tight, forcing him to look at you intently, feeling the heat between the two of you, almost crackling and searing, begging to be put out.

You mirror his smirk in kind. “What? I thought you liked a little surprise, Cori,” you pout, daring to lick the blade of the knife, his burning gaze not leaving yours, sending your pulse thrumming.

He cocks his head slightly, as much as your grip on his jaw would allow, and chuckles. “There is somethin’ ‘bout ya when you do surprise me, makes me want to teach you a lesson is what.” He lets his accent linger and thicken and it takes all your willpower not to loosen your grip on him but he’s already devouring your lips not giving you a chance to think or calculate your next move.

You groan, consumed by him and the way his hands hold you tight, pulling you against him impossibly tighter the two of you couldn’t have been closer. Each breath you took was in sync, you could feel your erratic heartbeat when you grasped his hair tighter, trying to steady yourself before he’s reaching down to lift your leg around his waist groaning at the impact of being in such proximity to you.

No other being made him feel this manner and he was one well-traveled nightmare. But this…you were intoxicating, the first and last thing he needed a taste of morning, noon and night.

And so he took you, every bit of yourself you had to give and he responded in kind, relishing in the noises you made, his fingers coaxing the most delightful sounds from your parted lips while you clung to him, your head falling back against the pillows, seeking more support. Just like that it’s you and him…almost right on the edge placated red hot full of desire and all consuming need-

When the all too familiar sound of his phone goes off, pinging, then buzzing, you goan half in frustration, half in ecstasy. You couldn’t keep him for long, but you decide to tease him all the same. “Is that your newest eye delivery arriving?” It still doesn’t deter the makeout session, how he leans further on top of you, drowining you in the softness of the mattress.

“We have a couple more minutes to spare, darling.” He swipes his tongue along your lips and you sigh in delight stroking his back gently, rubbing soothing circles along his shoulders.

His phone on the nightstand rings once again, pulling you once more from the throes of bliss. He sighs in annoyance reaching for it as he answers it his mouth forming into an annoyed scowl. You attack his neck in kind, wrapping around behind him leaving gentle little love bites, smirking to yourself when he fights off a groan. And finally after what felt like eons, he set the phone down, leaning back into you.

“What, business already this early? What kind of call is this?” You tease lightly, hoping to lessen the darkening mood that threatened to ruin a blissful morning.

“Unfortunately, an important one,” he replies, resisting falling back into you and your embrace as he maneuvers his long legs off the bed.

You watch him saunter towards his closet, already feeling the dreadful emptiness creeping in. “Can I come with you?”

You reach out to him, willing yourself out of bed and he kissed you deeply, meeting you halfway, your hands running through his hair, tugging the strands hard and gasping when he pins you to the wall.

“That’s a mighty generous to offer to keep an eye on me, but it won't be needed. We can’t have dear old Dream coming after you now, yeah?” He traced his thumb along your lower lip and caressed your jaw in slow smooth circles. “However, I will be needin’ this.” he sheaths one of his beloved knives, the exact one he woke you up with in its holster and leaves it on the chest of drawers next to the closet. “And don’t move just yet.”

He smirked again at the reaction he garners the way you fall into him as he pulls you closer, his breath hot against your neck, whispering nothing but promises for the night if you were patient. Whoever said patience was a virtue was so wrong.

You watch him carefully before he disappears in his closet, and sit on the edge of the bed, not wanting to disobey him, but it was worth it to see what he chose to wear.

The all white ensemble fitted his form perfectly, crafted from the finest silk, draped over him like it was tailored to his very being. Every fine line was smooth, the detailing exquisite. He could be mistaken for an angel, but you knew that was not in his intended nature.

You look him up and down appraising the ensemble. You can’t say you’re not impressed, the nightmare has style and knows how to flaunt it. “You look finer than wine, Corinthian. Might need to unwrap you later.”

A sly smile darkens his features as he grins, looking at you, his eye teeth clicking in anticipation before he dons his signature sunglasses. “Well, I’ll hold you to that promise darling.”

“Also, don’t ruin it before I can get my hands on you.” You smirk, sauntering over to run your hand along the crisp lapel of his suit jacket.

The smile forms into a wolfish grin, his following words punching you right in the gut. “Don’t worry, I intend to.”

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