#the corinthian x reader

[corinthianism]

corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

[endless-ineffabilities]

Masterlist 📝

A regularly updated list of my works; all are x f!Reader unless otherwise stated. If you wish to be tagged for any specific story, or all future works with a certain character, please comment on the specific post!

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The Sandman

Morpheus / Corinthian

Ineffable (series) *on hiatus

Corinthian

Easy on the eyes (series) (18+) *on hiatus

Morpheus

Only you can set alight the fire in me (oneshot)

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen

Without you, I would not be (upcoming series)

This world was never meant for a fire like yours (part one - part two (18+) - unalloyed - part three.one - )

in the shadow of your heart (part one - part two)

She is my heart (oneshot)

ñuha mērī jorrāelagon (oneshot)

feast (oneshot)

rogue ink (oneshot)

turning red (oneshot)

Aemond Targaryen

prūmia va perzys (heart on fire) series

part one: don't you love me?

part two: and what of your love? (18+)

part three: the flames that divide (18+)

part four: the aftermath

part five: never tear us apart

part six:

part seven:

some jealous Aemond Targaryen scenarios

burn them all for you (oneshot)

a little game (modern au oneshot)

hmm (a christmas drabble)

sepār iā sylutegon (just a taste)

your heart's serrated edges are much like mine own (oneshot) (18+)

sapphire-hearted - part one - part two - part three -

dragonfire (oneshot)

Daemon and/or Aemond

A dance with two rogue dragons (oneshot)

If these walls could speak (18+)

midnights imagines : question...? - anti-hero - labyrinth - lavender haze - maroon (part one - part two - part three - part four)

dialogue series: King? -

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

As I believe in you (oneshot)

there's hope for us, yet - part 1 - part 2

MCU

Bucky Barnes

babydoll (oneshot)

reconnaissance - one - two - three

Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes

The Bolter - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five -

World On Fire

Tom Bennett

tongue in cheek (one - two - three - four )

John Wick 4

Marquis Vincent de Gramont

le marquis et le moineau - (ill)fated - first dance -

[auroraborealyss]

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

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @aurorarevenclaw1927, @juniebugg

[leyladoesntknow]

The Corinthian and his sunglasses collection appreciation post.

-The Sandman

[why-what-no]

Having A Shorter Partner Would Include

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader, Desire x Reader, The Corinthian x Reader, Death x Reader, Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: Here’s the short reader Headcanons because I already did the tall reader ones

Requested by: @bluegalaxyomine

Morpheus:

😴 Morpheus thinks it’s endearing, that he towers over you whenever the two of you are close

😴 When he’s doing that, he loves to lean down to press a kiss to your forehead.

😴 In your bedchambers, when you’re resting, he’ll keep his arms wrapped around you. Your body tucked against him.

😴 There’s a heightened level of protectiveness from Morpheus when you’ll smaller than him. A sense that you need him to look after you.

😴 He wouldn’t override your free will, he won’t stop you from making decisions

😴 But he will be extra defensive against anyone who he thinks might be prepared to use you against him.

Desire:

😍 Just like Morpheus, you being shorter than them would also made Desire protective of you

😍 They’ll take the role as your defender, dealing with your needs

😍 The Endless likes to lay your head it their lap, running their hands through your hair.

😍 « Little one » « little darling » would be included in the pet names they call you

😍 They might tease you a bit about your height sometimes. But if anyone else does it, they will ruin that person.

The Corinthian:

😎 He doesn’t really have a preference for a taller or shorter partner. No matter which, he’ll still be the most powerful one in the relationship.

😎 That being said, he does think it’s kinda cute when he leans over you.

😎 The Corinthian will tug you into his lap, enjoying that you’re small enough that there’s no difficulty for him to hold you like that.

😎 He enjoys keeping his arm loosely around your shoulder, holding you against his chest.

Death:

💀 Death enjoys being the taller partner, likes feeling like she can take care of you

💀 She’ll wrap her arms around him, keeping you enveloped in her arms.

💀 There won't be any comments on your height from her. But if anyone else says anything mean, she'll make sure to reassure you that she thinks you're perfect.

Lucifer:

😈 Statistically, you aren’t going to be taller than Lucifer.

😈 And thats the way that they like it. They like to towers over both their enemies and their lovers

😈 Lucifer thinks your shortness is adorable, stroking through your hair as they stand in front of you.

😈 Leaning down to kiss you, liking when you try to pull them down to your level for another kiss

😈 When not doing that, they’ll sometimes having you sitting in their lap as they work. Occasionally whispering flirtations in your ear.

Taglist: @stygianoir @keengardenprincess @minetticatinwonderland @fangirlmary @absbdbshhs @kiki13522 @bumblez-of-beez , @jar-of-moondust

[dyns33]

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.

[sxr-mich-ouh]

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

[angelsxwords]

— pretty little eyes.

corinthian likes your eyes.

a/n: corinthian brainrot so strong i revived my writing blog. warnings: mentions of eye-stealing. he doesn’t actually steal them. intended to be fluff. gn! reader. short drabble.

corinthian loves your eyes. they entice him; their shape, their colour and all the little details they reveal. he enjoys to see the way you roll your eyes when something annoys you, or the way they are blown wide and almost seem to sparkle when something fascinates you. your eyes speak to him more than your lips — and they could show him so much more, if…

he presses a kiss to the thin skin protecting them from harm, lingers there for a moment to feel them tremble beneath his lips in response to the unfamiliar pressure. corinthian smiles and kisses your eyelid again, before moving to the little space in-between your eyes.

“do you have, like, an instinctive need to take my eyes that you need to control?”

corinthian chuckles at that.

“not really. i just like them, especially yours.”

his fingers trace the bags underneath your eyes. with you trusting him as much as you do, it would be easy to take them. corinthian could do it now, whilst you two are enjoying this quiet moment in bed. yet, he doesn’t — and won’t, which is the promise he seals whenever he kisses your eyelids.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Reborn & Remade

In which Cori hands you your husband, literally, because he, well, turned into a baby.

Dream of the Endless x Reader (& The Corinthian) | 1k+ | cw: gender neutral!reader, remade!corinthian, the dad that stepped up!corinthian, babie!dream, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: ok #1 this is technically an x reader but is really not cos dream is a BABY, and #2 this is technically based off the comics... but is also not lol. dw if you didn't read them, it's fine, and if you plan to read the comics, no spoilers here (; I just love remade Corinthian a lot 😩 he is so special to me hes such a Great Pyrenees.

Tagging: @sloanexx @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @aralezinspace @shadow-pancake9

I stretch my legs straight out on the bed. I adjust my laptop on my pillow then type away as I eat a chocolate éclair. I sigh and link my fingers together, stretching my arms up overhead. I yawn and check the time.

I go through my work, scrolling down the screen that was beginning to burn my tired eyes.

You know what would be great right now? A cuddle. Beds were meant for cuddles not this. Gosh, I wish someone would hold me right now.

I sigh through my nostrils and wrap an arm around myself as I examine the paragraph I had typed out.

I wonder what Dream is doing. I don't even remember the last time he's been here.

I flinch when I see a typo. I go back a sentence and realize I've zoned out on a whole paragraph. "Fuck," I scroll up the whole page.

I grab another éclair and raise a brow at my plate when I find there were none left, "what the fuck, I already ate 3?" I push my laptop away, "ain't no way."

I grab my empty plate and leave my laptop on the sheets. I head to the kitchen, dump my plate near the sink, then inspect my fridge. I pull out the box of eclairs and spot there were only 3 left, meaning I really did eat 3, "I don't even remember eating the third one."

I whip my head to the side when I hear a knock on the door. I stuff the box back in the fridge, "who is it?!"

"It's me!"

I make a face and walk to the front door, "that didn't help at all."

My expression tightens when the knocking gets louder and the words, "it's me!" are repeated.

Once I get to the door, I ask, "do you have a name, it's me?"

"That would be Corinthian, your grace."

My eyes widen. I immediately open the door.

Corinthian, with his tousled blonde hair and ear to ear grin, stretches his arms out and curtsies, "a pleasure to meet you, my liege."

"Meet me?" I raise my brows and give a confused but bemused smile.

"I've been remade," he straightens up.

I immediately make a face of realization.

"So, I don't really remember you," he tilts his head and shrugs.

"Then why did you reply to me like you did?" I furrow my brows.

"Well, I took a chance that you would remember me," he smirks, lowering his shades, "and you did."

I chuckle and shake my head.

Corinthian grins with the teeth in his eyes and fixes his shades, "my lord has sent me to retrieve something from you as he is currently remaking himself."

I perk up, "Dream?" I step forward and look past him, "where is he?"

"Why," Corinthian bends down and picks something up, "he's right here."

I pull my head back when I am faced with a blue eyed baby, nibbling on his fingers. I immediately think of how similar the gleam of this baby's eyes were to my husband's but overlook it as I watch the poor thing hang from his armpit. I find myself instinctively reaching out for the child with messy, dark hair, and saliva coated lips.

I think to reprimand Corinthian for leaving a baby on the floor but turn to see he actually had a baby carrier by his feet.

I cradle the baby in my arms as Corinthian grabs the said baby carrier, proceeding to then walk in. He surveys the area, "my lord is incredibly soft, so no sharp edges please."

I step back, trying to make sense of what he just said, as the tall and slender nightmare continues to look around before placing the baby carrier on the coffee table. He rubs the edge of the table, "this counts as a sharo edge."

I make a face.

He turns to me, "I'm meant to take a necklace that was gifted to you by your husband. Mind telling me where that thing would be?"

I adjust my hold on the baby and look down at him. The child draws his slobber-covered hand out of his lips and reaches out to my face. I grab his wrist before he could touch me, "uh," my lips curl in disgust, "I think it's in my bedroom, on my vanity table."

Corinthian nods. He walks off.

"That's my bathroom," I tilt my head the other way, "bedroom's over there."

The Corinthian immediately pivots.

I look down at the baby and his wet hand, "did Dream say why he wanted it?"

"Not really. But you could try asking him."

"But he's not even-" I cut myself off when I realize the Corinthian is no longer in the room.

I walk to the kitchen and decide to wash the child's hand. After doing so, I am struck with the realization I was suddenly playing mother to an unknown infant. I look at the boy's face and wipe the dribble off his chin with the collar of his multi-colored jumper.

"Cori," I call out, "whose baby is this?"

The baby blinks at me.

I set him down on the counter and fix the jumper on him. The baby smiles. I find myself giggling because of how darling he looked, "you're a cute one, aren't ya?"

"Mine?" the Corinthian reluctantly replies, "I don't understand the question."

I furrow my brows and turn to where the door of my bedroom was, "what do you mean you don't understand? Does this child have parents? Is he a dream?"

"Oh, he's Dream alright."

I turn to the baby, "aww, you're a cutie little dream? That means your papa is my husband and that would make me your--."

"Why do you have so much trash in your drawers?!" Corinthian calls out.

I make a face and snort, "sorry."

I walk into my bedroom with the little dream and push the nightmare away from the mess he just made messier. I hand him the baby and he immediately takes him into his arms.

"Did you try asking him?"

I rummage through my things, "what?"

"About the necklace," Corinthian clarifies.

In truth it clarifies nothing to me, which is why I shoot him a look, "ask who?"

"Dream," he bounces the baby in his arms, "I figured because you're married, he might actually respond to you."

"What do you mean?"

"He really is just a baby right now," Cori says as the baby laughs as he is bounced. The two laugh at each other for a good moment.

My face falls by the time they stops cause I finally realize what Cori means, "are you saying that's Dream?"

Corinthian turns to me as he releases his final chuckle, "you don't recognize him?"

I stop in my search to really look at the baby. The child sighs after calming down from his giggles and tiredly leans his head on Corinthian's chest, eyelids growing heavy.

"Dream?"

The baby perks. He silently looks back at me.

Corinthian looks down at his master.

I gasp, "what happened to him?!" I walk towards them.

"He's remaking himself... I think," the nightmare raises a brow, "or I guess reborn... -ing?"

"So I'm married to a baby?!" my jaw drops. The baby tiredly looks at me as I gently rub his soft cheek. He smiles softly at this. I wipe my face in frustration.

"Oh, don't worry," Corinthian smiles and leans Dream on his hip. The baby turns to Cori and reaches out for his face.

"He just-" Cori stops himself when tiny hands grab at his shades. The nightmare looks at the Dream, whose motor skills are horrible. He hands the child his shades, "-needs to get his things-"

Cori stops again when his shades fall to the floor. We all look at it. He secures Dream against him before he picks it up, "-then he'll be back to his old self--" he raises a brow, "or I guess that means his," he puts his shades back on, "new self."

I make a worried face and walk to my vanity, rummaging through my things again.

Corinthian turns to Dream. He cradles him into his arms, allowing the baby to nuzzle into his neck. Dream immediately yawns.

He watches the rummaging before him then announces, "I think our little lord needs a nap." He looks over his shoulder, "mind if I tuck him in your bed?"

"Yeah, yeah," I respond but spare him no glance, "be careful with my laptop though, okay?"

The Corinthian nods and heads to the bed.

He grabs the laptop and puts it on the bedside table. He then sits down and sets Dream in the middle of the bed. The small thing immediately rolls on his side and closes his eyes. The Corinthian sighs, "sorry, my lord. I didn't know you were that sleepy."

He fixes the corner of a pillow underneath his master's tiny head and then puts pillows on either side of his body, as to make sure he does not roll off. He tucks him in and brushes his hair out of his face. He thinks out loud, "honestly, it's never occurred to me that Dream sleeps."

"He doesn't," I retort.

Cori's brows furrow. He adjusts his glasses as he gazes upon the baby, "must be why he's so tired."

I finally stop my rummaging and turn around. I walk over to Corinthian, catching the way his lips curled downward. I find myself frowning as well. I place a hand on his shoulder, "hey."

Cori turns to me, face glum.

I raise an arm, "maybe this will cheer you up?"

He immediately stands when he sees the necklace dangling before him. He exclaims, "you found it!"

I let out a surprised giggle when he takes me into his arms and seals me into a tight hug. He groans with excitement, "thank you!"

"You don't need to thank me, Cori," I smile, "but you're welcome."

He pulls away and tilts his head, "Cori?"

"Ah," I gather the necklace in my palms, "that's what I call you."

He smirks, "I like it. Sounds dapper," he places his hands in his pocket and poses.

Before I could even laugh and tease him for it, I let out a shocked squeal when he chucks something across the room, causing a loud thud.

I whip my head back just as the Corinthian walks off in that direction.

"YOU THREW A KNIFE?!"

"I killed a cockroach."

"YOU KILLED A COCKROACH WITH A KNIFE?!"

"I was protecting our Lord," he rips the knife out of the wall then looks down at his split victim.

Upon remembering the sleeping baby, I look back at him in panic. He wasn't awake though; he didn't even move an inch after the loud bang. Dream lets out a soft sigh of sleepy contentment.

The Corinthian sweeps the broken insect away with his shoe. He makes a face as he examines my room, "you should really clean up. This is no place for a baby."

[maj-3k]

Y.N (looking at Corinthian): I could fix him

Dream: Y.N I'm beginning you. Stop being horny for a second.

[ilovewhiteroses]

Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff, smut Warnings: Unprotected sex Rating: +18

You met a handsome stranger while shopping for clothes. You were sorry you didn’t get to spend more time wit him, until a few days later when you met him again…

"Look, here is a fortune-teller! Let's go, I want to know my future and I bet you want to know yours too!" said your colleague enthusiastically. It was Friday afternoon, you had already finished work and you went out for a drink with her, and on the way home she noticed the fortune teller. You didn't believe in such a thing, but you thought it was a good joke, so you went in.

The fortune teller lady told good things to your colleague, who was very enthusiastic about them, and then turned to you.

"Tell me dear, would you like to see your future?"

You thought of asking the lottery numbers as a joke, but if the woman was actually capable of looking into the future, she would probably spend her days in a luxury villa instead of telling people what will happen to them. You asked her a simpler question.

"Um, will any excitement get to me lately?" you asked, then got a little unsure when your colleague looked at you with a questioning look. Your life wasn't very exciting, your last exciting adventure was when you got stuck in the elevator at work for an hour.

 The lady looked into her crystal ball and said.

"I see someone…a tall, blond, stylish man."

"That sounds good!" your colleague said and squeezed your hand excitedly.

"You will meet him soon, but how things turn out is up to you." she said. You smiled in understanding and laughed to yourself. If only it was that easy!

You paid the woman, then you accompanied your colleague home and you went home too. You thought about what the lady told you while getting ready for bed. What if she was right and a hot guy really came into your life? However, anything could happen, you said to yourself.

The next day you went to the mall to look for an elegant outfit for next week's company dinner. There will be many wealthy and influential people, so you will have to look amazing. You went into one of the popular stores, where there were clothes of different patterns and sizes, so much so that one day would not have been enough to look through everything. The saleswoman approached you to see if she could help you, but you didn't need her. You found a nice black blazer, but it wasn't good enough, then you came across a dark blue sweater.

Ah, somehow that's not good either, you thought to yourself.

You didn't want to believe that you wouldn't be able to find something for yourself from such a large selection. As you were about to leave the store to go to another, you heard a man's voice.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" he asked and you turned around. "I see you are selecting and I thought I would ask if I could help." he said politely, with a pleasant southern accent. The way you looked at him, it was like you had seen him somewhere before. He was tall, blond, wore round black sunglasses and a long, dark coat.

Of course! It dawned on you what the fortune teller had predicted: that you would meet a man who looked just like that. Before you acknowledged the lady’s powers of clairvoyance, you reassured yourself that it must be a coincidence.

"Oh, thank you. You know, I'm invited to an event where there will be a lot of rich folks, so I'd like to buy something similar in style like that for myself."

"I see." the man nodded. "Well, I usually wear pastel colors or black, you can't go wrong with them."

"Okay. Hey, look!” you said walking over to the jumpsuits and taking out a black and white one. "For example, how about this?" you asked holding it up for him to see. The man's disdainful gaze almost shone through the lens of his sunglasses.

"That outfit would be great… for a Sunday brunch."

"Then it's not good." you said a little disappointed.

"I didn't say it was bad, just not for the occasion you need it for, and you wouldn't be able to use the toilet properly in it either. Oh, I have something much better, stay here, I'll be right back.” the man left you there. You couldn't imagine what he would come back with.

"Here I am!" he said showing you a pair of black suit pants and a light blue button up shirt. "I think they will be perfect together. Add an elegant pair of shoes, bracelet or a necklace, and you're good to go!"

You stared at the two pieces of clothing for a while, then took them from him and went into the fitting room. After a few minutes you came out to show yourself.

"Well, what do you think?" you asked as he whistled and clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Wow, look at that that! Amazing, you look fantastic in it!” said the man, smiling, enthusiastically. You were usually wary of strangers, but there was something about him that you find very attractive. From the set he chose for you, it seemed like he had a sophisticated style, and it really looked good on you.

You went back to the booth to change your clothes and went to the cashier to pay. The man also went with you, although in the end he didn't buy anything. You left the store and thanked him before saying goodbye.

"I am very grateful for the help, it was very kind of you!"

"Oh, it was nothing, really." he said with a nice smile and pushed the sunglasses up his nose. "I'm glad I could help. Enjoy yourself at the event!”

"Thank you, I will. Bye!" with that, you said goodbye to each other, and then both of you continued in the opposite direction.

The day of the dinner you've been waiting for has arrived. Not only because if you schmooze skillfully, even a promotion might get to you, but because you couldn't wait to wear the new outfit that the kind stranger helped you choose.

After dinner, you chatted with your coworkers and the other guests, and when you had a few free minutes, you were thinking about the handsome man from the clothing store. You remembered his sweet smile, his nice scent, and how excited he was when you liked the set he put together. He was a very handsome guy, you had to admit it and you were a little sorry that you didn't talk to him more, because maybe if you had invited him, he would have come with you to the dinner.

A few days later, you went to a bookstore because you wanted something new to read. Last time you read a crime novel, but this time you wanted something more creepy, so you headed for the horror section.

You looked at the titles and covers and spotted a book that looked interesting. You were about to reach out to take it off the shelf when your hand collided with someone’s.

It was the blond man from the clothing store...

"Ah, hello! Nice to see you again!” he said with great enthusiasm. You were surprised that he remembered you.

"I can say the same! Um, do you come here often?” in your confusion, you suddenly couldn't think of a better question.

"Not really, this is my second time here. I rarely read books, but when I do, it's something spooky. And you?”

"Me too." you replied, trying not to grin and act like an idiot around him. You were able to get a better look at him this time. He looked so good, no wonder you had trouble concentrating…

After some chatting and looking around, you decided on a recently released horror novel, he didn’t find anything interesting for himself. After paying, you left the store together. You quickly managed to catch a taxi and when you almost got in, you thought, now you won't miss the opportunity and turned to the man.

"Hey, get in, we'll take you too!"

He hesitated for a while.

"You sure? Is that okay?”

"Of course! Get in!” the blond with sunglasses sat next to you. You gave the taxi driver your address, then asked your fellow passenger if it would be good for him. He had no objections to it, he said he has business to do around there anyway.

The taxi started and you just sat next to each other, you didn't talk, you were like, there's nothing to talk about. As time passed, you had the feeling that the air between you was getting hotter, the sexual tension was growing...

Your hand rested on the seat beside you. At one point, your little fingers touched and you looked at each other. You were sorry. that you can't see his eyes. You would have liked to reach over to take off his sunglasses... You were embarrassed and excited at the same time, you even rolled down the window a little.

When the taxi dropped you off at your apartment and you saw that the blond man wasn't in a hurry yet, you asked him if he wanted to come in with you.

"Oh, well, thank you very much!" he said with a slight smile and you let yourself in. As soon as you dropped your keys in the bowl, suddenly something happened that you didn't expect at all: he pulled you close and kissed you without any warning. You were so shocked by this that you didn't know whether to slap him or continue kissing him.

"What the hell was that?" you asked, somewhat upset.

"Don’t play games with me, I know this is what you wanted! As soon as I saw you for the first time, I felt that there was something in you, something mysterious and sexy. If there weren't many people, I would have done the same thing right then, right there, in the fitting room." you were so turned on that you wanted to drag him to your bedroom. You kissed him back and you both leaned against the wall. You continued to kiss wildly, passionately, then he leaned down, kissing your neck. You gently grabbed his hair and sank into his sensual kisses. He stopped and turned you around so you were facing the wall, supporting yourself with your palms. He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off you, then pulled down his too, you felt his hard dick on your bare butt. He reached down to your intimate parts and started stroking you.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Are you enjoying it? Most definitely, because otherwise you would have stopped me.” He was right. You wanted everything but him to stop. In fact, you wanted more.

You let his hand turn you on even more than you already were. When he felt you were ready, he took his hand and spat into his palm, then smeared it on his cock so he could penetrate in to you better. He grabbed your hip with his other hand and pulled you towards him so that your butt was as close to him as possible. He whispered into your ear.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a husky voice, you nodded. He took his cock and thrust it into you, you moaned lustfully at the feeling as he filled you. He grabbed your hips with both hands and started moving slowly, then as he felt you getting used to his size, he got faster and faster, and soon you were moving at the same time. While fucking, you felt that all thoughts left your head and you only focused on the passion he gave you. When you were close to orgasm, you thought your legs going to give out. In the moment of pleasure, he buried his face in your neck, you bit your lip, and then you let the orgasm take you….

After you both calmed down, he pulled himself out of you and you went with him to your bathroom to clean yourself up. The man thanked you for the pleasant afternoon and kissed you, then said goodbye and left. You were still under the influence of the hot sex, but a few minutes later you realized something: you didn't even introduce yourself to each other, you didn't know the man's name the whole time. Although you two probably won't meet again anyway, you didn't really mind, in fact it was even more exciting and sexy that you were with a beautiful stranger.

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[betyloca]

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

[endless-ineffabilities]

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

... future chapters to be added

[stranger-nightmare]

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…”

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

[angelwritesthings]

The way the Corinthian asks Jed “Do you want another one?” Without hesitation in regards to ordering jed another ice cream after he ate the first one. That’s it. That’s the post.

[why-what-no]

Masterlist:

(Can’t believe I’ve written enough to make one of these).

Pinterest: Link Here - Wattpad: @Why-What-No - AO3: @cherry_st4rr

Request Rules: No Yandere, No Non-Con, No Character x Character, No Baby/Children Fics, No Gross Bodily Functions (vomit, excrements, urine, etc) I’ll let you know if there’s anything else. If you wanna be added to my taglist, just comment it on one of my fics, send me an ask, or dm me.

Stranger Things:

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Sandman:

Death Of The Endless

Lucifer Morningstar

The Corinthian

Desire Of The Endless

Mazikeen Of The Lilim

Hob Gadling

Johanna Constantine

Dream Of The Endless/Morpheus

Calliope

Tolkien (ROP, Hobbit, Silm, LOTR):

Elrond Peredhel

Glorfindel

Jupiter’s Legacy:

Brandon Sampson

ELVIS (2022):

Elvis Presley (Movie Version)

Euphoria:

Maddy Perez

Twilight:

Bella Swan

Succession:

Stewy Hosseini

The Maze Runner:

Teresa Agnes

Marvel:

Frank Castle

Disney (+ Peter Pan 2003)

Captain James Hook

Lockwood and Co.

Anthony Lockwood

Lucy Carlyle

George Karim

House Of The Dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Alicent Hightower