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auroraborealyss ยท 2 years
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๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐š๐ง'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฌ.
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โŠน pairing: the corinthian x reader
โŠน 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?
โŠน 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)
โŠน word count: 3193
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๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป 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 dayโ€”the weather, the news, what he had for lunch
abundance of pet names, but mostly sweetheart, baby, and a little darlingโ€”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 themโ€”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
๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ 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'โ€ฆdelicacies
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?)
๐—ฝ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต 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 youโ€”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
๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ 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 youโ€”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 coldโ€”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
๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด 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 wearโ€”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 yourโ€”
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 offโ€”
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...
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๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ. ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—Ž๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡: ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—‹๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐—-๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐–ป๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ? ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆu๐—๐—๐–ป๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—Œ? ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ? ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ.
๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ, ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—๐—‚๐–บ๐—‡'๐—Œ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—Ž๐–บ๐—€๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—Ž๐—Œ'? ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’'๐—‹๐–พ ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—…๐—Œ? ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—๐—‚๐–บ๐—‡, ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—†๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ, ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—Ž๐—Œ' ๐–ฟ๐—…๐–บ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ'๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—†๐—‚๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ, ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—๐—‚๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ. ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’โ€”
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