#dream x corinthian

[eyewhiskers]

Very tasty icecream cone 🍦

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[merculuros]

ship dynamic

[killingdoll]

A newly recreated Corinthian walks the earth (under Matthew’s supervision), curious about everything and eager to explore

Random flirty guy: Who’s your daddy?

Dream *manifesting behind the guy like a vampire and speaking in his gravest tone*: I’m his daddy

[dogrom]

I love them all and all of them deserve some cute cuddles

[seiya-starsniper]

Oh I will happily send you prompt requests! Lol.

From the smutty fic prompt list:

15. Corintheus.

Good luck getting to 200k before the end of the year!!

15. A tries to get B jealous as a part of their flirting game. B snaps way harder then A predicted.

OH I LOVE THIS VERY VERY MUCH. I have already written something like this with Dream snapping with jealous rage so I'm going to reverse it this time, as a treat to myself :3 Enjoy this little slice of birthday cake from me to you 💖🍰

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Jealousy is one of humanity’s ugliest emotions. Dream is well aware of this fact, having carried the collective jealousies of all of humanity for billions of years. It is an illogical, hungry, and all-consuming feeling, born of insecurity and envy for things one does not have. Dream has felt jealousy many times in his long-lived existence, and has crafted many a nightmare utilizing the emotion to serve as dark lessons for the collective unconsciousness.

In this exact moment, however, Dream finds himself unexpectedly endeared by the ugliness of jealousy. It is suddenly a stunning emotion, brilliant in its pettiness and sharp edges, authentic in a way most other emotions cannot hope to emulate. In this moment, it is almost beautiful in its ugliness. 

It is especially beautiful, he thinks, because the emotion is reflected so perfectly in the Corinthian’s face. 

“You are unhappy with my new nightmare then, Corinthian?” he asks, gesturing to his newest creation. The nightmare in front of them is quite similar to the Corinthian; he is tall, handsome and well dressed, but he also wrong. There are green eyes where the ocular mouths would be, dark brown hair instead of blond. They share the same mean smile though, and Dream can easily feel how much the Corinthian hates him.

The Corinthian growls in response to Dream’s inquiry, and then he lunges at the Endless with his dagger.

“Why,” the Corinthian swings just an inch short of Dream’s neck, “does he,” he swings again, and then time Dream lets him cut off just the tiniest bit of hair, “look like me!!” the Corinthian practically screams. Dream only rumbles a laugh in reply, and the nightmare roars before he tries to stab the Endless again.

Dream catches the Corinthian by the wrist and squeezes him hard, forcing the nightmare to drop the blade. 

“Why does he have eyes,” the Nightmare demands as he flails uselessly to try to get out of Dream's grip. 

“You should be the one to tell me, little nightmare,” Dream replies, his tone sharp. “This nightmare is a different type of dark mirror for humanity and if you only—”

“No!” the Corinthian yells, interrupting Dream mid-sentence and resorting now to kicks and punches. “You can’t make another Corinthian, I won’t let you!” 

Dream laughs again, which seems to only make the Corinthian angrier. He starts swinging wildly again, but this time, instead of Dream, the blond tries to kick his legs out to destroy the newly created nightmare, but he is just barely out of reach. Dream sighs, exasperated, before he tosses the Corinthian to the other side of the Shores of Creation. He hides the new nightmare before the blond can cross the sands back to where he is standing.

When the Corinthian reaches Dream, covered in sand and without his signature lenses, he is shaking with fury and indignation, his ocular mouths clenched and hissing loudly. 

“What the hell are you playing at Dream?” the Corinthian demands. Dream only shrugs and then he unveils the nightmare from its hiding place, this time revealing its true for to the Arcana. It looks nothing like it did before; instead, the creature is a writhing mess of thorny vines, seemingly all at odds with one another, as if competing to see which appendage would triumph over the others.

“His name is Zephyr,” Dream purrs, pressing his forehead to the newly created dream before he sends it off into its new function. It disappears into the Dreaming in a howl of unending hunger, desperate to devour all that it does not have. “And he is a manifestation of every insecurity, every inadequacy a creature feels in itself.”

Dream turns his gaze back to the Corinthian, who is now wearing a look of dawning horror as he realizes exactly why the nightmare had looked the way it did before.   

“Thank you for helping demonstrating just how potent he will be,” Dream continues, his smile just the slightest bit mean. It has the intended effect. The Corinthian comes at Dream with his second dagger in hand.  

“You tricked me!” he howls, this time lunging for the space where Dream’s heart would be were he human. Dream merely raises an eyebrow as he easily dodges the nightmare’s attempts. 

“Did I, Corinthian?” Dream asks, amusement clear in his tone. “You know full well that I am not to be disturbed when I am creating.”

“You!” the Corinthian exclaims, starting to lunge for Dream again, but then he stops, a new realization coming to him suddenly. “You knew I would come see you. You knew I didn’t follow that rule.”

Dream hums. “You were never good at following directions, Corinthian,” he replies, not even attempting to hide the smugness in his voice. 

The Corinthian lunges for him again, this time without the knife. Dream lets the nightmare tackle him into the sand, laughing the entire time. 

Yes, he thinks. Jealousy is a lovely look on the Corinthian, especially now that the nightmare knows that Dream had goaded him on purpose. Knows that Dream had preyed upon his insecurities with intent. And still, his singular goal remains to claim Dream as his own. Once again, the Corinthian has outperformed Dream’s expectations of him.

Dream pulls the Corinthian into a rough kiss, and even that is sweeter than normal. The Corinthian had always been a possessive creature, but his posessiveness had always come with a sense of self assurance, a certain smugness that no matter what, he was always going to be a favorite. Dream had condoned that attitude for far too long. It had been endearing early on, but it made the Corinthian arrogant, made him believe that he was above the other dreams and nightmares. Dream needed to remind him of his place.

“Mine,” the Corinthian growls, biting along the column of Dream’s throat. 

“You cannot stop me from creating other dreams and nightmares, Corinthian,” Dream moans as the blond reaches beneath his robe to grip at his cock. He squeezes him hard, then starts pumping at a brutal pace that leaves Dream panting and clawing at the Corinthian’s back. Their clothes vanish into the sands of the Shore, and as soon as the Corinthian notices this, he takes both of them in hands and grinds their hips together.

“I’ll kill all of them,” the Corinthian groans as he increases the pace of his strokes. “Starting with that new one.”

“Mmmm,” Dream murmurs, right before he bites down on the Corinthian’s shoulder. “I look forward to watching you try.”

[the-patrex]

er.... idk what to say in my defense?

[leerinthian]

Domestic.

[her-soliloquies]

Can't believe I haven't noticed that Corinthian has THREE volumes just dedicated to him!

Just how many people did you fuck kill in the waking world dude?

[notallsandmen]

I think there is an unspoken agreement in the Dreaming that every time Dream has had library sex, Lucienne gets to fuck Gault on his throne when he’s away

[fatherless-stuff]

Please be nice... it's my first try...

[eyewhiskers]

I’m in love with him.

Also, someone please direct me to all the good Dream x Corinthian shit 🙏✨

[merculuros]

Day 1 of Corintheus week

Justified - “All I did was fall in love”

@dreamlovescori

[killingdoll]

It’s Dream’s love language

Also, “You were my masterpiece.”

[valc0]

Dream x Hob is as good as Dream x Corinthian...

but Dream x Hob x Corinthian as a tri-immortal-poly-sandwich is god-tier and the litteral representation of my 3 braincells

[seiya-starsniper]

There were so many good ones to choose from! But here we go!

'A puts a blade by B's throat, be it seriously or as a joke/teasing. B's reaction is…enthusiastic.'

(Maybe Corintheus? I love how your mind works so anything you're inspired to write will be amazing!! Though as a potential premise I was struck by the idea of Dream holding a knife to the Corinthian's throat. Maybe even one of the Corinthian's own knives.)

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS IMAGE IT'S HAPPENING APSODAODKADOPAKDKOAD

I have written so much porn these last few days, what a way to celebrate my birthday, thanks so much for the prompts ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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“You,” Dream of the Endless growls as he pins the Corinthian down to the silken sheets, the nightmare’s own dagger pressed at the edge of his throat, “are not supposed to be here, little dream.” 

The Corinthian barks a laugh as thin black ropes appear from the bedposts, wrapping themselves around his wrists and tying him down.

“Then maybe you should’ve hidden this place better,” he says, darting his eyes around the room to take in his surroundings. It had taken him a long time to find Dream’s private quarters in the Dreaming, and they looked pretty much as he’d imagined them. The walls were barren of color or any sort of personal touch, and other than the bed, the only piece of furniture decorating the room was a single, black, slatback chair. There wasn’t even a rug on the floor. Even the bed, soft as it was beneath the Corinthian’s back, was plain and dull. 

“All the imagination in the world, and you dream up the world’s most boring bedroom for yourself,” the Corinthian complains, grinning when he feels the knife on his throat press closer, cutting into his skin. He doesn’t bleed, not here, not in this nothingness where Dream thinks he can escape and hide from the messiness of the universe. But the Corinthian doesn’t need to bleed in order to feel pain.

“This place,” Dream says, narrowing his eyes, “is meant to be a reprieve from my duties. It is meant to be a peaceful space, so it is sparse on purpose. You, my little nightmare, are not peaceful, nor are you a reprieve, so you must leave. Now.”

“I could be,” the Corinthian replies, prompting a noise of confusion from his creator. “A reprieve that is,” he adds, trailing his eyes along the opening in Dream’s star-lined robe. It had fallen open in their scuffle, exposing the moonlight pale expanse of Dream’s neck and chest. His skin is immaculate and unmarked, and the Corinthian wants to put his teeth all over it. 

When the Corinthian has had his fill and meets his creator’s eyes again, Dream's eyes are no longer pale and blue, but darkened to that pitch black shade the Corinthian both loves and fears. There's no pupil there in those depthless eyes, only stars that hold the weight of the entire universe within them.

The Corinthian is so hard, he’s certain he could hammer nails. He knows that Dream knows it too.

After a few moments of charged silence between them, the knife is removed from his neck in favor of cutting away at the Corinthian's clothes. They both know that Dream could wave them away in an instant, but Dream seems to find some enjoyment in destroying something of the Corinthian’s with his own tools.

“Be still,” Dream commands when the nightmare squirms, pushing against his bonds. The Corinthian cannot help it. He wants to feel more than just the light kiss of a blade, and Dream seems intent on teasing him to death. He stills his body anyways, and waits as the seconds pass agonizingly by. It feels like an eternity passes before he is entirely naked, for Dream also focused on popping off every button from each garment with the Corinthian’s dagger. The Corinthian has a mad thought during it all to switch all of his future clothing to t-shirts and sweatpants.   

The last thing to be removed are the Corinthian's glasses, and Dream places them gingerly along a newly appeared side table. It is a surprisingly soft gesture, considering everything that would soon come after. 

Dream discards his robe, and it disappears into the ether of the room, leaving the Endless completely naked. Though he is hard, Dream’s cock isn’t leaking with need like the Corinthian’s is, and it make the nightmare want to put his mouth on it, to make a mess of it, to make a mess of Dream.

Dream smirks down at the Corinthian, as if reading his mind. He probably did. 

“Show me, then, little nightmare,” Dream murmurs, as he crawls up the Corinthian’s body, placing his knees on either side of the blond’s head. He positions the tip of his cock right at the Corinthian’s lips. “Show me how much of a reprieve your mouth can be.”

The Corinthian grins, before he parts his lips to take the tip of Dream’s cock inside. He sucks lightly at first, with small kitten licks, and shallow movements, trying to see how much teasing he can get away with. Then, in one abrupt motion, Dream thrusts his cock all the way to the back of the Corinthian’s throat.

It's brutal and unyielding the way Dream uses him, uncaring of whether the Corinthian can take it or not. He can, of course. The Corinthian knows how to swallow cock without gagging but he has a feeling that Dream wants him to gag, so that's precisely what he does. He swallows just a little too tightly, letting Dream hit all of the sensitive spots he’d normally try to avoid. Soon the Corinthian’s face is a drooling, crying mess, a mix of bloodied tears and saliva and the slick from Dream’s cock. 

The Corinthian can feel his own cock bouncing uselessly against his stomach, untouched and completely ignored in favor of his lord's pleasure. The thought makes the nightmare moan around the cock in his mouth which in turn elicits a growl and an especially deep thrust from Dream. 

Then Dream braves his hands against the wall and changes the angle of his thrusts. The Corinthian is practically choking now with each thrust and he cannot do anything about it. It feels so good to be used like this, to be nothing more than an instrument for his lord's pleasure, a reprieve from his duties as Lord of the Dreaming. It is yet another thing that makes him better than the other dreams and nightmares, another thing that makes him the favorite. 

The Corinthian can tell when Dream is getting close to orgasm. His movements become less sharp and unfocused, even as the brutality of the thrusts into his throat remain. He hollows out his cheeks and swallows down Dream’s cock, expecting the Endless to come down his throat.

He doesn't.

Instead, Dream pulls his cock out just as abruptly as he'd pushed it in earlier, and then he is spilling his release in thick, warm ropes all over the Corinthian’s face. The Corinthian can taste Dream’s spend in all three of his mouths, his ocular ones seeming particularly keen at licking it up. Dream watches as the Corinthian licks up the come closest to his mouth, then drags a finger through the mess of fluids pooling at the Corinthian’s cheek.

“My precious nightmare,” Dream coos, leaning in to lick up the rest of the mess of the nightmare’s face. The Corinthian purrs underneath the attention, nuzzling unashamedly into Dream’s face. 

“Was that a sufficient reprieve for you, my lord?” the nightmare asks cheekily, chuckling when Dream rolls his eyes in response.

“For now,” Dream says, flopped down next to the nightmare. “You may stay,” he adds, as if the Corinthian can even leave. He’s still bound to the bedposts, and at some point during their activities, Dream had bound his feet as well. He still hasn’t come either. 

It’s still a win as far as the Corinthian is concerned.

[merry-andrews]

Corinthian in Dream's eyes;

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