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gaypirate420 · 2 years

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Hey! Could you do The Corinthian x M!Reader, where they are basically best friends but reader don’t know the corinthian true identity? and reader has a massive crush on him. Someday reader discovers who the corinthian really is and is scared of him but the blonde explains that he would never hurt reader! sorry if this makes u uncomfortable! <3

Thank you, mate I wanted to write for The Corinthian so bad, so here it is, hope you like it.

If I killed someone for you // The Corinthian.

The Corinthian x male!reader.

"Would you love me more. If I killed someone for you. Would you hold my hand? They're the same ones I used When I killed someone for you."

Tw: blood, murder, eyeballs, idk.

Intruders on your apartment, that is prohibited.

Something could have happened to you.

Luckily you weren't home, today is grocery shopping day.

Unlucky the poor fool that dared to get into your home, whom encountered your best friend and at the moment roomie.

The blonde man cleaned his knife, his finger playing with the tip.

He sees his reflection, teeth.

Ugh he hated when they get defensive, his glasses are now destroyed.

His tongue brushed his upper lip.

He has to hurry, you could get back at any minute and you will get so mad at him for messing up your carpet.

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You climbed the stairs with the heavy bags.

Your eyes see the chocolates you bought for him, you let out a heavy sigh but smiled after all.

Daydreaming about his reaction, his smile, the compliments he'll give you, the touches.

He hears your mumbling, the keys.

His head moved to the door immediately, like a deer who hears something in the silent forest.

Cori looked down.

The intruder's body, his hand holding their eye as the other one holds the knife that cuts the veins connected to their head.

Blood on your carpet. Not the dammed carpet.

"Ugh, stupid keys, what—"

The door was unlocked, you put the bags down and opened the door.

"C—Cori?" You called, you saw his shadow.

He stood up quickly. You stepped in slowly, you heard something moving.

"Yes?" He spoke, you stepped closer.

"Is everything okay? Are you alright?" You asked softly, oh your shaky voice makes him feel a bit remorseful.

But one day it was going to happen.

"I'm fine, pretty boy." He said cheerful.

A gasp.

He sighed.

"Wh—what?" You whispered, he turned around, your precious eyes are glued to the person on the floor, you felt your hearth rasing.

You walked backwards, your eyes go up.

You jumped.

His eyes, they weren't eyes at all. His gorgeous face and blond hair were stained with blood.

"Swee—"

"P—please don't hurt me." Your plea makes him freeze.

"I won't—" He stepped closer but slowly, trying not to frighten you more.

"Please—"

"Stay away." You commanded. Your hand grabbed one of the forgotten knives on the table. Your shaky hand lifts it.

"GO AWAY!" You shouted, your back meets the wall and the tears rolled down your face.

You slowly go down until you meet the floor.

"What are you?" You asked low so low it was almost a whisper, he stopped.

"The Corinthian, that is my name, what am I is complicated." He said, his tone kind as always, he takes another step.

"Explain it to me, what are you and why did you pretend to be my— friend." You asked between breaths.

"Oh darling we are more than friends." He smirked.

"EXPLAIN!" You scream.

"A nightmare." He said as he gets closer to your trembling body.

"I got no time for metaphors." You said angry.

"No metaphor or trick here, that is what am I. A nightmare. A creation of the Lord of Dreams himself." He said getting close enough, he kneeled down.

You saw them up close, those teeth for eyes.

"Plasedonthurtme." You begged as his pale hand grabs the knife.

"I would never." He whispered, his finger cleaned the tears from your face.

Your pretty eyes are filled with tears and fear, fear of him.

"I'll protect you. I'm protecting you. All this for you, my dear." The Corinthian said softly grabbing your hand.

"I would never hurt you or let anyone do it." He vowed, you shaked your head.

"You lied to me, pretend to like me and—"

"No lies here, my dear boy. I just kept it hidden from you, to not hurt you." He said softly.

There was silence.

You know who The Corinthian is, pretty famous serial killer since decades ago.

Your hand reaches out to his face, cupping his cheek, your thumb cleaned the blood on his cheek.

"C—can you see with those?" You asked softly, he smirked.

"Yes, I have an excellent sight." He responded, you nodded slowly.

"Are you like— hundred years old?" You said.

"More than hundreds." He said with a smile. So there has been only one Corinthian, and he's your roomie.

And your crush/boyfriend?

"What are you going to do with them?" You asked looking at the body that is on your living room.

"No need to worry about that." He said with a charming smile, you sighed and stood up.

The Corinthian watched you leave the living room, confusion written all over his face.

You came back holding the groceries you leaved on the door, you tiptoed around the corpse and got into the kitchen.

"Corinthian." You called softly, he stood up and quickly joined you on the kitchen.

His names has never sound lovelier.

"Yes?" He asked getting to your side, you look at him with angry eyes.

"I want that carpet spotless for when I finish our dinner." You said serious, you were a still a little shaken but he knows you won't snitch.

"Of course, dear." He said, you smiled softly and turned to the stove.

The Corinthian smiled wildly.

He left a gentle kiss on your cheek.

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A/N: HEYYYYYYYYY, here it is y'all!!! I love Corinthian so much, send more requests for him or Morpheus pls omg.

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why-what-no · 2 years

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The Corinthian Having Feelings For A Trans Serial Killer Would Include

Pairing: The Corinthian x Trans Man!Murderer!Reader

Warnings: Murder, Transphobia

Notes: Can’t believe this is an actually title btw. (For the record, this was requested. I did not wake up this morning and decide that trans people are serial killers. That's a JKR thing). Also, I asked my friend to help me with this, because they’re trans and I’m not. If you have Wattpad, they write there as “disastrousicarus”. So go support them, they’re great.

Requested by: @logan-strong (yes my dude,requests are open and I don’t have rules about not double requesting. Its fine if people request multiple times, idc.)

The Corinthian met you at the serial killer convention, quickly intrigued.

It was a fairly exciting day for you, having been directly inspired by his criminal acts.

The two of you started talking, and the Corinthian was glad to see that you were al fairly interesting conversation partner.

Most of the other people here kinda irritated him, with their fawning and superiority complexes. But you were funny, and clever.

He would have spent more time with you if it wasn't for him spotting an intruder in his midsts.

There was almost some regret felt by him for leaving you. He didn't want to abandon your conversation, but he couldn't let this guy walk around the convention freely.

The Corinthian returned and found you right after it was dealt with. But when he saw you again, you were surrounded by a couple of other killers.

At first, he assumed they were friends of yours. But upon getting closer, he heard some less than decent things coming out of their mouths.

He personally didn’t quite understand why humans were so offended by other humans for something like gender. It seemed so useless to him.

But when they called you something that he knew was offensive, he prepared to step in.

“Hey there, my friends.” His smile was wide and ruthless, teeth bared and prepared for a fight. “You know, this guy is a friend of mine. If you’ve got a problem with him, you talk to me.”

The serial killers looked like they were about to speak back to him. But when they saw the name tag on his jacket, they paled. A mess of excuses left their mouths as they scurried off.

“Thanks.” You sighed, running a hand over your head.

He smiled, sitting down next to you and raising his hand to order a drink. “Don’t mention it. They should be glad you aren’t allowed to kill ‘em here.”

“Yeah. Got into this business to deal with people like this, but it ends up half the people I work with are like this.”

“Yeah.” He supposed that serial killers weren’t exactly the greatest people. “You know, it’s fair game after the convention. You and I should deal with them afterwards.”

You looked at him sideways, a smile beginning to appear on your face as you observed him. “Oh yeah? Then what?”

His grin was infection. The way he acted, the confidence, was awe-inspiring. “Then, then we go back to work. Together, if you want?”

You couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that the gorgeous man you looked up to wanted you by his side. “For real?”

“Completely real.” He had so many plans about what the two of you would do.

You guys would be invincible.

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2braincellslz · 1 year

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Rest Your Eyes

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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thomotomo · 1 year

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I’m hoping you’re still taking Corinthian requests… but can you please do a Corinthian X Male Reader ?

Maybe the two met at a bar and hit it off, dancing flirting and eventually leaving together? 👀

If you prefer established relationships they could also be at a bar and someone is flirting with reader and Corinthian wants to make sure the guy figures out they’re together.

It doesn’t have to be smut if you aren’t comfortable! :)

Thank you

Seduction

Heya anon! I hope you enjoy this! You inspired me so I have another one incoming that have kind of the same premise hehe. Don't hesitate to leave a Kofi or comments/reblogs if you enjoyed the fic, see y'all soon! <3

Warning: MALE READER, NSFW, Minors DNI

He didn't really remember how this obsession had started but he knew that the second he saw you he had to have you. It had scared him, he had seen you from afar and something had started bulbing up in his stomach.

He had kept his eyes fixed on you the whole night, you were enjoying yourself, dancing with your friends, laughing and drinking with them.

Corinthian had originally came to find his next meal, but your aura, your presence in this club had in some way swept him off his feet. His (non-existent) eyes were hidden behind his dark glasses as he kept his gaze trained on you.

Your eyes flickered for a second towards him and his breath had been taken away, it was the most beautiful he had ever seen.

They had a small glint of gold, whether it was due to the reflection of the lights or a natural glint, the Corinthian didn't care and it was in this small brief instant where you met each other's stare that he knew he had to have you.

Not in his usual gory fashion, but in a sweet manner that wasn't usually his style. He wanted to smother you in his arms and take care of yourself, protect you from the horrors of the world and from the other nightmares.

He kept his stare trained on you, watching like a hawk. Your friend noticed him and smirked, looking at him as he whispered something in your ear. Your eyes looked around the club until you met his black glasses. He sent you his usual flirty smile as he rose his glass in recognition. You rose yours back and turned back to your friend who was looking at you with a knowing grin.

The Corinthian was sure he had caught your interest and he was now taking wide strides towards you, the sea of people easily parting to let him make his way towards his obsession without any issues.

He licked his lips in anticipation, admiring your hand going through hair in an attempt to rearrange them. You fully turned towards him, drink in hand, as he reached you.

From up close you were even more beautiful and your eyes were truly mesmerising.

"Hey handsome." He drawled, smirking as could see your grin turning more bashful.

"Hey yourself." You not so sneakily pushed your friend away when he snickered behind you. “So… Are your glasses for style or are they needed?”

“Mhh a bit of both actually. You know nothing better than joining useful and stylish?”, he grinned and you chuckled. He downed his drink in one go, watching as you took a sip of your nearly finished one.

“Can I offer you a drink?”

You accepted and the two of you walked towards the bar, his hand hovering on your back, just above your ass and you couldn’t stop the shiver from feeling the warmth of his hand on you, even though it was through clothes.

Once at the bar, you couldn’t help but look at him, his face already beautiful in the lights of the club, but now that the lightly orange lights at the bar were highlighting his face and you could almost feel the charisma radiating out of him as he called up the bartender.

“What do you want?”, well damn if his voice didn’t shake you to your core. You wetted your lips, looking straight at his glasses.

“A sex on the beach please.”

He grinned, licking his own lips and turned to the barman, ordering both yours and his drink. Once the barman had left to prepare the drink, he trained his eyes back on you. You couldn’t see them but you could feel the trace it left on your face and you could only guess the way they were burning with desire.

“So… Do you often buy drinks to guys in nightclubs?”, you couldn’t help but ask, whether it was from unadmitted jealousy or just innocent wonder. He chuckled lowly, keeping his eyes on you.

“Only the cutest ones.”

Your quickly averted your eyes, face growing hot as the blonde man’s grin widened, it was clear he knew what effect he had on you. He stepped in your personal space, a hand finding its place on your waist.

“You have marvellous eyes, you know? I could drown in them for days…”

“Ah… I wish I could say the same but I love these glasses on you. By the way, I don’t think I’ve caught your name. I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“I’m Corinthian. But you can also call me sir.”, his voice dropped an octave as he said that, making your legs feeling like jelly and your cock twitching in interest.

You became bolder, your hand coming to play with the collar of his vest, looking up at him while gently biting your lip. Your flirting got interrupted by the bartender, putting down your drinks. You picked up the sex on the beach and him, his martini. He once again put his hand on the small of your back, bringing you on the edge of the dancefloor, chatting up directly in each other’s spaces, completely absorbed. Once the two of you had finished drinking, you dragged him on the dancefloor, the alcohol running in your veins making you bolder, so you teased him, not quite kissing him.

You could feel his grip on our waist tightening whenever you teased him too much on certain part, especially on his neck. He himself, groped you in multiple places. You could feel the arousal build up in your belly and you were about to drag his face towards yours when one of his hands left your waist and gripped your face, crashing your lips with his. Your eyes widened in surprise but you quickly accepted it, opening your mouth and engaging in a heated make out with the blonde man. After a few minutes, he broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“Let’s go to my house?”, you could only nod, looking at him dazedly as he straightened his clothes and look, looking composed as if nothing had happened. You followed him as he started to make his way outside, quickly shooting a text to your friend. The two of you walked to his car, and you were very excited about what was going to happen at his place.

The two of you jumped in his car and he quickly drove to his apartment, your leg was shaking up and down, and your dick straining in your pants. Once you reached the bottom of a building that looked very nice on the outside. Corinthian dragged you inside, and luckily for the both of you the elevator was already waiting.

As soon as he had clicked on the last button he lunged himself at you, his lips devouring yours, barely allowing you to take a breath after a few moments. His leg snaking between the two of yours, his knee pressing against your crotch, making you moan. The elevator dinged, breaking off your moment, your leg felt jelly, you weren’t sure if you could walk and it almost felt he knew it because Corinthian picked you up as if you weighted nothing.

As he took long strides towards his apartment door, you were teasing him, biting his neck and earlobes, you could almost feel his dick harden in his pants. As soon as the door opened he walked inside, closed it with his feet and quickly brought you to his bedroom, putting you down on the bed, making you laugh.

He immediately dived back on you, biting you neck, his knee grinding on your crotch, dragging moans out of your mouth. You started taking off his clothes, helping him his shirt and vest, impatient to see what was hiding underneath it.

Corinthian smirked as he saw your eyes widen slightly and your tongue poking out from your cute plush lips and he quickly helped you take off your clothes, finding yourself naked in from of him, he quickly took off his pants and parted your legs, seating between them as one of his hands snaked on your torso and one of his hands stroked your right nipple, making you gasp. He grinned, and your breath caught in your throat, he looked absolutely incredible and you couldn’t help but snake one of your legs around his waist, bringing his hips flush with your, pulling a laugh out of him.

“Ooh I see you’re impatient boy…”

You nodded as he pulled your nipple, bending down to catch the other one between his teeth, making you moan lowly and you couldn’t help but arch your back towards him.

Corinthian couldn’t help but growl a little, had he had actual eyes, he was sure his irises wouldn’t have been seen. He caught your lips once again, his free hand gripping your hips, flushing his own with yours. He could feel your erection twitching, he wanted more, he was going to take more.

He made sure to bite your neck, leaving purple marks and making his way down your body, leaving bite marks and hickeys, marking you as his. One of your hand was in his hair, gripping them as he reached your lower parts and bit the inside of you thighs, his cheek brushing against your testicles, making you sigh and before you knew it, his tongue licked a stripe on your dick.

“Ah!”

“Mmh… You like that boy?”

“Yessir!”

Corinthian grinned and wrapped his mouth around your cock, easily taking you in his mouth. His head bobbing up and down, pleasuring you and teasing you, trying to bring you near the edge without ever allowing you to come. You could only let out breathy moans as his skilled tongue swirling around the tip of your dick, one of his hands still playing with your nipples. He was driving you mad, you could only moan his name, begging for release.

“P-please sir! Let me ngh… come…”

He hummed, making you let out a cry as the vibration reverberated around your dick. He felt your dick twitching, as you were on the verge of coming.

“Fffuck no…”

“You’ll only come when I say it. Okay?”, you whined, looking at him through your eyelashes. He tutted and gripped your chin with his hand.

“Boy. I said… You’ll only come when I say it. Okay?”

“Yes sir~”

“Good boy. Now suck.” he smirked and shoved his fingers in your mouth, taking you by surprise. He used his other hand to keep teasing you, pulling at you nipples and playing with them, licking your throat, tasting the sweat and almost tasting the need exuding from you. His fingers were almost hitting the back of your throat and drool was sliding from your mouth as he kept trying to gather as much spit as possible without any care in the world. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, you could only moan and arch your back as he was relentlessly playing with you, until finally, he decided mercy and stopped any ministrations, taking his fingers off your mouth, letting you pant as he examined if it was enough spit. Then he gently slid one finger in your hole, wiggling it around to help you relax and quickly inserted a second one, intently watching your face as he did so, after all he didn’t want to hurt you in a bad way.

He worked his fingers inside your hole, trying to find you prostate and you suddenly tightened around him, letting out a breathy moan. He grinned and teased the spot a little more, holding the base of your cock to stop you from cumming.

You couldn’t help but wriggle your hips a little bit, widening you legs, begging for him to just already put his cock inside of you, after all it had been sitting here on his abs, red from excitement and clearly dying to slip inside of you. He chuckled and finally gave in, he slipped out his fingers out of you, spitting in his hand to lubricate his cock as much as he could without lube.

Finally he pushed inside of your hole, bottoming out, pushing the wind out of your lungs as he groaned in pleasure.

Corinthian looked at your flushed, blissed out face. His hands went wand gripped your waist and slowly pulled out, almost out of the way before slamming them back into you. You could only moan his name, wrapping your arms around his back, your nails raking down his back, making him hiss in pleasure. His hips moved back and forth, completely filling you up and hitting your prostate, making you see stars and cry his name out.

“That’s good Y/N, keep calling my name boy.”

“Fuckkk… Corinthian ke… kep doing that!”

Corinthian’s hands grip was obviously going to leave bruises on you tomorrow. His hips kept slamming into yours, chasing his release, bringing you near the edge to the point that it was almost painful.

“P-please sir… Let…Let me come!”, you cried out in his year and he observed your face, dried tears on the side of your face and new ones already making their way down towards the bedsheets. He smirked and kept a punishing pace, his mouth right next to your ear, panting, the heat of his breath making you shiver.

“Come now boy.”

“Ah!”

Finally you allowed yourself to release the build-up that was in your stomach. Your cum ending up mainly on your chest but also over Corinthian’s torso. The sudden tightening of you ass making his cock twitch once again. He groaned, his hips stuttering and he followed you soon, cumming inside you.

He sighed, looking at you as you were catching up your breath, flushing when you saw he was staring at you. You chuckled awkwardly and turned your head away as your face became hot.

“Oh come on, you are getting shy on me now? I still have my dick inside you love.”

“Shut up Cor.”

He nosed at your neck, gently nibbling it from time to time, before gently pulling his cock out, making you hiss. He laid beside you and you turned to look at him, yawning exhaustedly, your hand gently caressing his chest. Slowly you dozed off, cuddled toward Corinthian, after having such a mind blowing sex.

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sxr-mich-ouh · 10 months

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Evil kissable men>>>>>>>>>> every other hero character.

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marksbear · 1 year

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HELLO MALE READERS

It's a new writer in town!!!

In all seriousness hello, hope you're doing good!

I’m officially gonna start writing here! So imma just gonna make a quick run down of who am I and how this is gonna work!

My name is Mark! I’m 21 he/him and Pansexaul! Half Scottish and Brazilian 🇧🇷 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿!

My favorite animal are Bears so don’t be surprised if you see alot of Bear related things on the blog.

I'm going to write for a male/ gn/ Ftm(trans) readers ,so anyone that goes by She/her She/they can go ahead and get out of here. So it won’t have any issues in the future.

I'm in a lot of fandoms like fox 9-1-1, interview with the vampire,Hannibal, Top gun, ANY SLASHER ,The boys, Marvel, DC, Supernatural, Euphoria, What we do in the shadows and Our flag means Death. And all of those are from shows and TV.

BUT Thats not all I do write for video games like Overwatch, Tf2, Genshin impact, Call of duty, A way out and even for Brawlhalla so I can basically write for almost any fandom. DON’T BE AFRAID TO REQUEST SMUT

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lazycats-stuff · 2 years

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Corinthian x male!reader

Summary: Corinthian and (Y/N) are out. A random guy starts flirting with (Y/N) and Corinthian is not impressed.

Warnings: Corinthian being possessive, smut, a fluffy date between Corinthian and a male reader.

It was both of their idea to go out. (Y/N) wasn't in the mood for cooking and Corinthian wanted to go out to hunt. So it was a good compromise at first. But as soon as they sat down in the quiet neighborhood bar, Corinthian noticed a very specific look being thrown (Y/N)'s direction.

" Corinthian? What's wrong? "

Corinthian turned his gaze to his boyfriend. He smiled and reached for (Y/N)'s hands that were on the table. (Y/N) squeezed back with a smile.

" Nothing darling. "

" Nothing? "

" When you are with me darling, nothing is wrong. "

(Y/N) blushed and looked away. Corinthian chuckled and caressed his thumb over (Y/N)'s soft knuckles.

" It's been a while since we've been on a date. "

" You have been busy with your work trips and I have been with busy with my work at the office. And besides, you need a... new companion for your work trips. "

Corinthian chuckled and let go of (Y/N)'s hands to lean back as their food and drinks came. Some fries and hamburgers on a Friday night, with a beer.

" You know... I missed our dates. "

" I know darling. Me too... We need to make this a tradition. Every now and then we should go somewhere. Maybe next time we should go for a walk. " Corinthian suggested.

" Not a bad idea. I do love walks. "

" Good. We can go next week. "

" What about the park? I want to see the ducks. "

Corinthian chuckled and took a bite of his food.

After they ate, Corinthian had to go to the bathroom. Corinthian paid for the meal, he insisted. It was his treat tonight. But, there was a feeling he couldn't shake of. That male from the beginning of their date was still there. He had a hunch about what was going to going to happen. He needs to do his business quickly and come back to his boyfriend. It seems that he found his new victim.

Corinthian knew he was right when he saw (Y/N) trying to get away from the guy. His boyfriend is shy one and far too nice. But Corinthian was there to be that protective boyfriend. He didn't mind it, for some reason he liked it. He liked to protect his boyfriend. To wrap his arms around him...

" Are you ready to go darling? "

(Y/N) nodded and mutter a yes. Corinthian wrapped his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders and they quickly left. (Y/N)'s apartment was near and the walk was brief.

" Are you okay? " Corinthian asked his boyfriend gently.

" Yeah, just he tried to convince me to leave with him. He wouldn't budge no matter how many times I told him no. "

" Good thing I came just in time. "

(Y/N) unlocked their apartment and they took off their jackets and shoes. Corinthian looked at his boyfriend who was taking his shirt off going to their bedroom. Corinthian smirked and followed. He hugged his lover from behind and kissed his neck.

" You know, I felt a bit jealous there. I knew it wasn't your fault. " He whispered into kiss ear and gently bit it.

(Y/N) gasped and craned his neck. Corinthian knew what he wanted and he started creating marks. His hands wandered (Y/N)'s body and undid the belt. The pants fell down to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers.

" You are so gorgeous darling, you know that... "

(Y/N) moaned and reached for Corinthian's head. He wanted to kiss him and Corinthian complied. The kiss was possessive, more tongue and Corinthian gripped him tighter.

" Come on, on the bed. " Corinthian rasped and (Y/N) complied. Corinthian took all of his clothes and came on top of his boyfriend. He kissed his chest moving down to his boxers. He teased the area above with his tongue then took them off when (Y/N) moaned and begged. He really like that sound. It always made him harder.

He took the lube from the bedside table began prepping his boyfriend. According to the humans today he is considered big and he always made sure that his boyfriend was prepped. The first time they had sex, Corinthian didn't prep him well and it was painful. He didn't want that to happen again so he made sure to prep him well.

" Corinthian for the love of God, fuck me! "

Corinthian chuckled and lubed his length up and pushed in in one go. (Y/N)'s back arched and he gripped Corinthian's shoulder's to steady himself. Corinthian started a hard and a fast rhythm. It may be seen as brutal, but to them it was anything but that.

(Y/N) couldn't complain about the sex, but what he liked the most was the aftercare. A few more thrusts and the both came. (Y/N) never felt so safe with someone. Sure, he knew what Corinthian is, what he does, but to him he was gentle and soft. Two words he would never thought to associate with a nightmare.

" You okay? " Corinthian asked, pulling out.

(Y/N) nodded and closed his eyes, tired and ready to sleep. Corinthian went to the bathroom and brought a damp cloth to wash them both and then go to bed. He wiped his lover ever so gently and when he was done, he put the cloth in the laundry bin and laid next to his lover, gently kissing his shoulder.

" Good night darling. "

" Good night Corinthian, I love you. "

" Love you too. "

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pairing: corinthian x male reader

req: no | wc: 1350 | old guard x the sandman

summary: "Did you just stab me?"

warnings: stabbing, blood, knives, swearing, smoking

a/n: I only had the beginning in thought, bullshited my way through. Was it meant to be a serious fic in the first place? From the first line, definitely not. Didn't think about where this was going, so ending it somewhere pretty stable. Fun to write, anyway.

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"Did you–did you just stab me?"

Corinthian was mortified.

"Seriously—I'm just minding my own business."

To the nightmare's utter horror, you pull the knife out from your chest and bring it in his direction with much vigor.

Corinthian catches your wrist in his hold before you can stab him, but it doesn't seem like that was your intention. Instead, you press the blade flat against his chest, no doubt staining his white shirt. If not death, it's what he deserved, honestly.

"I–"

Then, his eyebrows raise impossibly higher. The wound on your chest begins to heal, going through about a month's healing within the minute. No treatment, no magical oil, and certainly no (at the very, very least) prayer to God.

You mutter something in what he can only discern to be a language derived from Latin. "You're what? Sorry?" You scoff, "Sorry's not gonna cut it. We don't even know each other."

Was he dreaming? Nightmares didn't dream, they didn't even sleep. He wasn't even in the Dreaming.

"Well–"

"What are you gonna say? "Well, it was an accident."? You're telling me you knew someone, thought they were me, and wanted to stab them?"

When Corinthian was in trouble, he resorted to killing. It was in his nature. But first, when he dealt with something, he used his charms. It had never been the other way around; then again, there was always a first time for everything. Killing always came second when it came to pleasure, anyway.

"Let me talk, darling." Your eyebrows furrow and you're speechless at his audacity. "Let me explain myself."

"You–"

He cuts you off this time. "There's an explanation. I can assure you." He was lying through his teeth. He sticks his, still bloody, knife back in its holster and only allows a mental grimace. "Really, I can."

"So far it's only been bark, no talk." You point your finger at him. He raises his hands in surrender.

He racks his brain, and yet there was no plausible bluff to answer. You were an immortal, clearly, he couldn't kill you and flee. So, he takes off his glasses. "This is a way of… courting, where I'm from."

You raise a brow and say, tentatively, "Courting…"

"Yes." He says proudly.

"You're not gonna kiss me with your… eyes, are you?"

"No, no." He laughs genuinely at the suggestion. He's never tried—he has, actually. "We need at least a year for that."

"If whatever realm you come from–after a thousand years, anything's possible–really does court by… murder, then…" You run a hand through your hair with a huff, "you have to realize you're in the human realm. They're not immortal, and certainly not keen on being stabbed."

"Well, I found you." He offers with a grin.

"I'm not keen on being stabbed." You laugh, anyway. "But you did find an immortal."

This was fucking working. Corinthian's grin spreads wider, despite the uncomfortable feeling of the blood seeping through his white shirt and the disgust of not having cleaned his knife.

And, if pleasure came in after all, he didn't quite mind.

1945

For immortals, life was fleeting.

You had lost everything only after the first half a century. Your parents, your siblings, they were all gone; your childhood home refurbished for another family. And then, when all things "homely" weren't enough, your "home" empire fell.

And mortals. You always did love them, and many times, you had forgotten they weren't like you. For as long as you've lived, your heart's been broken over and over, whether metaphorically or physically.

People died early, people aged. When they did, and you didn't, they begged for a piece of your life. The first couple of times, you wished you could. You prayed to whatever God granted you the power of immortality to give it up entirely to age with them or to even give them a piece of it. After a several centuries, you accepted that the God(s) would never reply; and as the greed of humanity grew, you resorted to leaving before death could visit.

When the big things in life didn't stick around, the smaller things were even worse.

Your favorite pub disappeared after half a century. Your favorite food stand, and Andy's favorite Baklava, tried its hardest to last for a full century. The pets never lasted long, your favorite book was banned somehow, and old things were replaced by the year.

Nothing ever really stuck around.

Then again, you never really stuck around either.

Andy, Nicky, Joe, and Booker led quite the nomadic lifestyle. The Old Guard went where they were called. The only place you could call home anymore was the Church in Goussainville.

And, well, them. They were your home.

But, sometimes, they were like siblings. Siblings often separated as they came of age, but not you guys. For almost as long as Andromache has lived, you have known her; for a thousand years, you have known Nicky and Joe; and, for the last hundred, you have known Booker. Each bleeding moment of each fighting day, you spent it with them.

You can't blame yourself when you want a break from it all; when you want a break from the gunfights and constant death and revival, or when you want a break from your immortal friends.

It was a cold fall evening. You were tired. A month prior, you had brough a war to its end. You deserved a break.

The breath from your lungs comes out white, cold and visible. That didn't matter anyway when the breath from your cigarette comes out visible too. (Being immortal had its perks, and not "dying of cigarette" was one)

"(y/n)."

You sigh and flick the ash from your cigarette. Then, you turn, leaning your back against the railing. "Do I know you?"

You just wanted a bit of peace, serenity, and solidarity.

Maybe you should've taken note of the English, or the deep voice, or the familiar glasses.

Corinthian raises his arms to each side and tilts his head forward, towards you. His blazer opens slightly as he does, revealing his knife holsters.

"Corinthian?" You grin ecstatically, flicking the last of your cigarette away without a care in the world. "You're alive!"

"Of course I am, I'm immortal."

You huff, "You didn't think it would've been nice to mention that twenty-seven years ago?"

Before you can make your way towards him, Corinthian steps forward himself. He traps you between himself and the wooden railing. "When? After you left me?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for that." You raise your hands in surrender, but Corinthian groans at that, so you place them back around him. "But, you know, lovers always beg for a piece of immortality. I can't grant them that."

I know people who can, Corinthian thinks. "We both have things to apologize for. You, your disappearance; me, my secret."

You chuckle, "Then let's leave it at that."

Corinthian brings you in for a kiss, using one of his hands to cup your cheek and bring you forward. You don't protest at the force he uses, for Corinthian was always a passionate lover.

"You know, you never really apologized for stabbing me."

"I didn't feel the need to. You know, tradition." You raise a brow at him. "Alright, yeah, I am from another realm, but murder is not a courting strategy." His eyebrows furrow as he thinks about your previous relationship. If you were questioning it now, why not then? "Did you know that back then?"

"Andy smacked the sense into me." You laugh, "If Gods can't grant me the wish of living out a life to its end after all my begging, then Gods don't exist. Similarly, other realms don't exist."

Corinthian tilts his head to the side, not a bad reason. There was still a major flaw, though. "But men with teeth for eyes do?"

"I didn't tell her that part."

After the end of the war a month ago, you thought to rest. Maybe you wouldn't be doing much of that.

"Hey, is that fire I smell?"

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francis-writes · 8 months

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Hi! Idk if you still take requests but could you maybe write a male reader x Corinthian where they are on a date and Cori is smooth-talking him and they flirt with each other. Just a wholesome (with maybe innuendos and talk about what they gonna do later) date

You were sitting in a bar, sipping a drink and enjoying nice evening. It wasn't any special occasion but the Corinthian liked to take you on dates. When he wasn't on a hunt, you often went together to the bar, cinema, disco, theater or whatever interesting you could find. Sometimes you weren't in the mood, and you just stayed home, watching netflix but you spent most of the evenings outside - the Corinthian was a very sociable person. "I must admit, even in my land I haven't seen a man as dreamy as you" You hoped you didn't blush. "You're cheesy, Corinthian" you sipped your drink and smiled "but if we try cheap pickup lines, you're a nightmare I would like to dream every night" He chuckled and put a hand on your thigh. "You won't have to dream about me this night because you will be able to feel me" His hand went a bit higher and you almost choked on your drink. Fortunately, nobody in bar paid attention. "Are you okay?" Corinthian patted your back "I was told I have a big effect on people but it's too early for you to choke" You wanted to glare at him but to be honest, your boyfriend was to charming to be irritated at him. "Cori, they will throw us out" "Why would they? As far as I am aware, consensual dirty talk isn't a crime. Especially in place like this, full of drunk, horny people" You leaned over to him. "Yes but if you keep talking like this, I will have no choice but to fuck you in the nearest toilet and I suppose that owners of the bar won't like it" "You only encourage me more" He smiled and kissed you. His hands wandered your back, one of them went a little lower and squeezed your butt. As a little revenge, you bit his lip. He leaned back and licked his lip. "You drew blood" Before you managed to say anything, he grinned and added: "I love a dangerous man" "It doesn't count if there's no bruises" "We can work on that later"

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gaypirate420 · 1 year

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The Corinthian Masterlist.

If I killed someone for you (male reader)

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Morpheus’s Son & The Corinthian Falling In Love Would Include

Pairing: The Corinthian x Morpheus’s Son!Reader

Warnings: Murder, Bad Parenting, Lies

Notes: Sorry I can’t write as much today, period cramps are literally killing me lol

Requested by: Anonymous

You didn't let anyone know who your father was. He had never been around throughout your life, so you had begun living on earth and distancing yourself from his memory

When you met the Corinthian, you knew exactly what he was. But you didn't tell him what you were

You liked the nightmare man, despite his darker aspects, and you didn't want him to avoid you because of your father.

And he liked you too. He recognized the feeling of being hated by your creator, of being alone.

The Corinthian didn't know who you were, but he did know that you weren't a human. That you were powerful.

He has as much respect as he has love for you.

When he finally found out about who your father was, he was filled from betrayal and heartbreak. Worried that you had been using him and wanted him dead

You tried to convince him to stay, pleading with him to listen to your explanation. But he quickly left.

However, he would return. Too in love with you to not learn why you had lied to him.

After you explained that you weren't associated with your father, and had kept it a secret because you loved The Corinthian, he calmed down a bit

It took him a while, but he eventually forgave you. He didn't want to lose you just because of your father.

But eventually, he did. When Morpheus ended his serial killer convention and left him as nothing but a skull

You didn’t even realize what was happening for a while, scared that The Corinthian had left you.

But when you found out, you stormed into the Dreaming. Absolutely furious.

“Where is he? I know you have him here.” You stormed into the Dreaming’s throne room, catching Morpheus off guard. Not expecting his son to return in this way. “The Corinthian. Where is he?”

Realization hit Morpheus, having known about your relationship with his escaped nightmare. “(Y/N)…”

“Don’t ‘(Y/N)’ me. You don’t get to do that. Now give my boyfriend back to me.”

Your father sighed, getting off his throne. “I don’t believe I can do that. The Corinthian is a danger if he’s allowed to go free. Unless you can give me a guarantee that you can keeping him from killing humans, I c-”

“I can.” You cut Morpheus off, feeling desperate. “I’ll make sure he keeps out of trouble.”

Morpheus took a second to consider. But after a few moments, handed you the little skull. Knowing that you could use your powers to put him back together.

“Perhaps you could return to visit.” Morpheus called after you as you began to leave. “I’ve begun to realize that I could have been a better father.”

You paused, knowing you should say no, but… “Maybe. I’ll consider it.” He did trust you with the Corinthian, after all.

When The Corinthian was brought back, you explained everything to him. Trying to make him promise to leave the killing behind

He agreed, partially out of fear that he would be destroyed again. And partially because he didn’t want to give you up

The Corinthian needed you more than his work, regardless of who your father was.

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My Prize

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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Hello! For your Corinthian x Reader, I have an idea! What about the Reader having several one-night-stands with him, until someday, deciding to take off his sunglasses. The Corinthian doesn't stop the Reader in time, and so, the eye-mouths are visible... But the Reader is more curious than shocked. :3

A/N: Hi! Thanks for requesting this! I hope you enjoy reading it hehe :) Please don't hesitate to leave me comments and reblog if you did it's what keeps me going 💕

Pairing: The Corinthian x Male reader

Warnings: Slight suggestive themes?

As far as you could recall, since you had started seeing Corinthian he never took off his glasses, even to sleep. Logically you had originally assumed that he was self conscious of his eyes for some reason but you had assumed that now, after a bit more than 3 months of fooling around (and you eventually calling him in a drunken sadness to ramble about your shitty family) he would've felt more at ease and taken them off.

Sadly for you, you hadn't been able to see behind his dark glasses and even though it was exciting to have him pin you to wherever place you were currently in with his black stare but you yearned to see what was hiding behind those,wondering what you would find.

You were currently in a heated makeout session on your couch with Corinthian, you could feel the rim of his glasses cooling a bit your face. One of your hands sneakily finding it's place on the side of his face. You felt your blonde partner's hands tighten their grips on your waist, making you groan.

In a swift movement you broke the kiss and took off his glasses and put them on your face, completely taking him off by surprise. You looked up back at him, frowning a bit as you felt him tense under you and hiss a bit. As you stared back at his eyes, or well where they should be and instead found two mouths, not exactly but he had teeth were eyes were supposed to found themselves.

You found yourself watching in fascination, one of your thumbs gently brushing under his eye.

"How... How do you see with them?" Corinthian scoffed averting your stare.

"You're supposed to run, scream whatever not... that."

"Well... I just think they make you even more interesting that you already are."

You gently kissed his closed eyelids, keeping to caress the under of his eyes.

"I like spending my time with you. You don't have to hide from me Cor..."

The Corinthian bit his lower lip. He couldn't believe what was happening. You hadn't cowered in fear, hadn't screamed, hadn't even flinched. Instead you had looked at him questioningly, had asked a stupid question he didn't knew the answer himself and you were still in his lap, holding his face, caressing him as if he was the most precious thing you were holding.

His stomach did a flip and he frowned. It definitely was a new thing. Not bad per say, the feeling was just... surprising. He was supposed to be a nightmare, to instigate fear into people, he hadn't ever shown what was hidden behind his glasses without killing them. He was used to having pretty boys in his laps but you were something else entirely, you made him feel more things than he ever felt.

And... what if all of this wasn't a twisted game of Morpheus? What if you were just a dream, an illusion sent to torture him?

Right as if you could sense his inner turmoil, the nightmare felt one of your hands gently start to caress the hairs at the top of his neck, gently coaxing him in a kiss which he gladly reciprocated.

You were fascinated by him? It was impossible for him to understand how you could find him loveable. Your relationship so far had only been a carnal one, well you were hooking up two or three times a week and chatting a little before and after and of course that one and only time where you called him while being wasted but it hadn't gone deeper than that. And yet, it had been unlikely that someone who didn't knew shit about him accepted him as what he was so easily.

Corinthian broke off the kiss smirking and licking his lips, trying to not look caught off guard.

"Not that I don't like your eagerness darling but we... need to talk about this I think."

You hummed as a hand slid under his shirt, grinning cheekily.

"Hm... I don't know... I would rather test a few ideas and have the discussion a little bit later."

You slowly kissed your way down to his neck, gently biting him once you reached the desired patch of skin, smiling as he sighed and threw back his head, letting himself go.

Yeah he could let himself get worshipped and stays for a little longer in this dreamlike situation.

A little while later, when he was regaining his breathe, he watched you as you were laying on his chest, caressing his torso. He wanted to speak about his mouths, but he couldn't bring himself to break the peaceful state you were in and in this instant he decided that he would do anything to protect you from the dangers of the world.

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