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angelsxwords · 2 years

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aaaa thank you so much for adding my works, i feel honoured 😭

- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒!

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠!!!

𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 • 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

- 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘗𝘏𝘌𝘜𝘚

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 ➵ @the-darklings

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ➵ @stranger-nightmare

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 ➵ @avatarbeeb

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 ➵ @fatecantstopme

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 ➵ @moonmaiden1996

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➵ @daddyjackfrost

𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 ➵ @deicidis

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 ➵ @darklinsblog

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ➵ @//darklinsblog

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ➵ @megalony

𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 ➵ @//megalony

𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ➵ @xarniae

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬’ 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 ➵ @dilemmaontwolegs

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥 ➵ @full-time-make-believer

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 ➵ @cuckoo-on-a-string

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ➵ @//avatarbeeb

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ➵ @marvelmusing

𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➵ @slothgiirl

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ➵ @sinner-as-saint

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 ➵ @dreaming-about-fanfictions

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ➵ @roguelov

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 ➵ @daddyjackfrost

𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ➵ @loveissupernatural

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 ➵ @spideybatsy

𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 ➵ @lookwhatyoumademedohaha

𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 ➵ @//fatecantstopme

- 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘈𝘕

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 ➵ @dyns33

𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ➵ @auroraborealyss

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 ➵ @clints-lucky-arrow

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ➵ @angelsxwords

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 ➵ @//angelsxwords

𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➵ @imtherain

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 ➵ @//angelsxwords

𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ➵ @bi-bard

𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 ➵ @peaxhxhair

𝐩𝐬 • 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺. 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 :)

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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your nightmare.

(1) of dreams and nightmares.

summary: while going about his duties, corinthian meets someone he cannot frighten. it annoys and intrigues him.

corinthian x f!reader. supposed to be set in 1890. warnings: maybe corinthian himself but nothing more than that. a/n: maaaaaaaybe I'll turn this into a mini-series. i got some ideas cooking in my brain. and re-upload because tumblr tags didn't work. disclaimer: i haven't read the comics so i took this post from the man himself and did a tiny thing.

He met her in a dream.

Following the purpose his creator had bestowed upon him, as one does, Corinthian entered a tiny world with a sky so bright and beautiful it could sicken him. He, a nightmare, is used to the cold claws of darkness, tearing at humanity, and revealing whatever they might wish to hide.

Whenever he steps into a dream, the darkness follows him and changes the atmosphere to something more nightmare-ish. In that case, blue hues became drenched in red and the nature beneath his feet, with its flowers, bushes, and trees, withered and died.

Corinthian strolled across the way he caved himself, hands tucked into the pockets of his sleek, creme-coloured dress pants. The eyes he doesn’t truly have wandered across the dreamer‘s world and watched it decay, watched the shadows of fears and uncertainties rise like skeletons from their graves. It wasn’t as satisfying as it used to be, really; when he was younger, this was enough. But now he seeks more of humanity. A sin, perhaps.

Whilst the thought of living a greater life plagued Corinthian‘s mind, he stumbled across a familiar face. The dreamer.

He stood still, between burning trees and crying skies, his eyebrows knitted together. With the marvellous work he was doing, he expected a terrified face and a terrified voice, yet Corinthian found her staring back at him with fascination but worry in her eyes.

Hasty steps approached him quickly, skipping through the ash and the smoke and the rain. She must have noticed he wasn’t affected – nothing touched his being, as if he were shielded by an invisible force. However, she neither cared nor wanted to discover what caused the sudden change.

"You shouldn’t be here," she called, breathless. "We need to hide somewhere. It’s not safe here, not anymore."

"I can see that much," Corinthian retorted, looking up at the sky. His hand reached up to take off his hat, holding it to his chest and bidding her farewell.

"I will be taking my leave. Good luck."

The little world of hers had been infected — the poison would spread until she found the cure or awoke. Whichever happened first, Corinthian did not know. And frankly, he hadn’t cared, either.

But rather than letting him go, the dreamer wrapped her hands around his arm and pleaded for him to accompany her, for him to stay. Ironic, really, if one considered he was the cause of that nightmare.

"I just want to make sure you’re safe. Please."

Corinthian visits her every night, afterwards.

At first, it is to see when or if he can genuinely upset her. None of his creations seem to do the trick, no matter how deeply he picks and pries at her unconscious, her fears. It annoys him, to some extent.

"You again," she greets him during the seventh dream. The darkness in Corinthian’s wake does not consume her world, this time.

"I’ve been seeing you every night. Lurking around corners, off in the distance. Seconds before a disaster occurs."

She always wears a beautiful white dress that falls naturally over her hips, with puffy leg-of-mutton sleeves. She rivals an angel‘s image; it flows and sways as calmly as the water in a river with every movement she makes.

Corinthian smirks.

"Is it your doing, then? Are you my nightmare? Or the personification of my nightmares?"

"’Suppose you could say that, yeah," he answers truthfully, staring off into the distance. He isn’t supposed to be hers and he certainly isn’t supposed to be visiting her every night, either. But Dream of the Endless, busy as he is, will hardly notice.

Behind them, there is a castle, a grand garden with a pond and one of the newer cars. In her dreams, she lives a life of royalty and adventure, whilst poverty and cruelty plague her waking hours.

"I don’t think I understand," she continues and takes a step closer to him. Corinthian silently observes the creases on her young face, the evident confusion in her eyes.

"If you are my nightmare, why do you appear to me in such beauty? And why haven’t you ruined this dream yet?"

"Not really feeling like it today."

Today, Corinthian feels like talking. Like getting under her skin, understanding what she is all about. Above all, he feels like popping her pretty eyes out of her little skull, if only to better study her.

"Beauty, you said," he repeats her words, but it feels awkward and unfamiliar on his tongue, "referring to my appearance, or…?"

"I always imagined a nightmare to resemble a monster. An abomination. Neither of which you are."

"Consider myself flattered."

Corinthian hasn’t interacted properly with a dreamer before. Until then, he always showed up for a short fraction of time to cause havoc, before moving on to the next dreamer. In the Waking World, where he had escaped to a scarce number of times thus far, he had often met men and women alike, who were all enticed by his looks and charms. Attention he certainly likes to receive.

"Would you mind going for a stroll around the castle with me?"

He offers his elbow for her to take, lips curled up in a smile that usually gets him whatever he desires. The dreamer does not seem immune to this and loops her arm around his with a shy smile. She is unsure but does seem to have developed a sense of trust in him. Which, considering he haunts her dreams and drenches them in despair, did not make the most sense. Not that Corinthian minds — with such circumstances, it will be easier to discover more about her.

And discover more he certainly does. She talks of her life, of the challenges she faces, and he listens. Most are mundane matters; the everyday family dispute, a man who threw a rude comment her way, the bills that need to be paid. She seems perfectly ordinary, really.

"What about you, my nightmare?"

At a crossroads marked by a glorious fountain, they come to a halt. She looks at him as if waiting for a great fairytale to be told, but Corinthian chuckles and shakes his head.

"Trying to get my job done, nothing more than that."

“Your job – turning dreams into nightmares?” He merely hums in affirmation; thus, she continues. “Who is your employer, then? You must have one, if this is but a job of yours.”

“Well, more than what you consider a job. My life, my purpose. What I was made to be.”

Although, there is doubt in his mind. Corinthian is unsure in his craft, sometimes. In quiet moments, he wonders if this is truly all there is, all he can grasp. He wonders why he can’t be more, when the Waking World can offer him so much more.

The dreamer’s face falters at his words. Rather than beaming with curiosity, as she has before, a frown decorates her features.

“This is all you do?”

“For all of eternity.” A hint of bitterness, perhaps even anger, drips from his lips like a venom. She seems to pick up on his change rather quickly and squeezes his arm gently to offer comfort. Corinthian tilts his head to the side to look at her, an eyebrow raised.

“We must both live awfully dull lives, then.”

He huffs in amusement. “Dull is one way to describe it.”

Their attention finally shifts to the fountain once more. There are two paths for them to choose: One, covered with cobblestone, leads further to the castle. The other path, which is created by trees, patches of grass and branches, leads into the forest.

“How much time do I have left with you? Will your … creator not question why you choose to remain in one dream for such a significantly longer time?”

She is amusing, that little human of his. A smile tugs on his lips with the concern seeping into her words. It is odd to hear, even feel someone care. Nevertheless, after knowing him for barely a week. Morpheus hasn’t managed to show even an ounce of such a feeling towards his creation in – what, three centuries?

Who knows what was before that. Before him. Corinthian refuses to believe his creator was ever different, despite not being alive for too long. Or rather not as long as other dreams and nightmares.

“Dream won’t care, I’m sure. Or notice.”

A wave of confusion gently washes over her. “Dream?”

“Morpheus. Oneiros. The Sandman, think that nickname recently became popular in literature.”

Corinthian guides her to the left path of the crossroads, slowly and gently as she connects the new pieces to her puzzle. The dreamer follows him without hesitance, leaning against his side whilst the gears in her head turn and turn.

After a long moment of silence passed them, Corinthian asks: “Haven’t heard of him? The king of dreams and nightmares?”

It does not surprise him; she lives in a rather secluded village, further away from the busy streets and bustling atmosphere of the city. Word needs longer to spread to the far corners. A couple more years, perhaps, before they too know of the stories written by silly men.

Once Corinthian received the confirmation that she has, in fact, not heard of it yet, he grasps the opportunity to tell her. He talks more than he initially intended to; talks of the things his master has created, including his very self, and all that he does day and night. Corinthian sugar-coats it all, really, rather than allowing his own humble opinions to diminish the fascination such stories cause to arise in humans.

After all, the way her eyes sparkle and shine as he talks of the great castle, the bridge, fields, and creatures, is a sight he could relish in for hours on end.

#the corinthian #the corinthian x reader #the corinthian x you #corinthian #corinthian x reader #corinthian x you #the sandman #the corinthian imagine #corinthian imagine #netflix the sandman

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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am i shadow banned or sth 😭

waitwaitwaitwait wHY WON’T MY NEW FIC SHOW UP IN THE TAGS ??? TUMBLR WHAT ARE YOU DOING

#.txt

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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waitwaitwaitwait wHY WON’T MY NEW FIC SHOW UP IN THE TAGS ??? TUMBLR WHAT ARE YOU DOING

#.txt #nah this can’t be happening

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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taking a lil longer on the new corinthian x f!reader fic than i expected, cause c0vid‘s been kicking my a$$ lately -.-

#.txt #but i assure you it’s about 75% done

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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The Corinthian smut was just so good !!! Do you have anymore in the works?

thank youuu, i’m so very glad you enjoyed it !! i‘m currently working on a part 2 of that story and some more, yes 🫣

#.answered #the corinthian x reader

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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not an ask, just a sweet hopeful suggestion u write more for corinthian, be it 18+ or a lil fluff or a little bit of both! u just capture him so well, so beautifully. it's simple, but it goes deep. absolutely adore your fictions :))

hope to see more soon<3 no pressure, just lots of adoration and love and huge thank you's for your current work<3

aaaaaa anon ,,,, thank you so much for these kind words, you really sweetened my morning. i‘m always a lil insecure about my writing and my characterisations - seeing this means A LOT to me idontevenknowwhattosayexceptthankyousomuch ;w; <3

corinthian has me in a chokehold right now so worry not, you will certainly see me writing more for him — i still have a few things in my drafts & brain huhu

have a lovely day or night and take care 🫂

#.answered #im soft 🥺#the corinthian x reader

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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yeah i‘m down bad for corinthian.

#.txt #not ashamed

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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— weak.

that’s what he is for her. corinthian x f!reader | nsft 18+ mdni warnings; brief mention of eating eyes, but nothing like that is actually happening. this is really just sweet smexy time with cori + a bit of him being a simp. somewhat. (and a meanie). a/n; no glasses during s3x. suddenly had this in my head, so just have it.

A feeling that must be akin to entering heaven above washes over Corinthian once she embraces him with all she has. Her fingers are entangled in his blonde hair, tugging on the short strands and twisting them between her thin digits — and she’s all pressed against him, her warmth fully enveloping him.

Corinthian growls; low and possessive. His hands swiftly grab her hips to keep control of the pace, her rapid movements. His breathing is heavy with need for her and that perfectly sculpted body of hers. A goddess, that is what she reminds him of. Corinthian wants to eat her — absolutely devour her, dig teeth into her delicate skin and bite and bite until it‘s all decorated with his marks and no one else’s.

He follows the siren‘s call. Hides his face in the juncture between her neck and shoulder and sinks into her flesh, eliciting a throaty moan from her. She welcomes the dull ache and shudders for him.

"Fuck," Corinthian mutters into her skin, gripping her ass as if it is his one and only lifeline. He lifts her up, and drops her down on him again. Repeating the motion over and over, until he brushes sweetly against the one spot inside her that makes her eyes roll and her back arch. She cries for Corinthian so prettily, lost in the pleasure he’s bestowing upon her. A chorus mixed with her song and skin slapping against skin echoes through the grand space of their bedroom. It is a beautiful addition to the pleasure.

"That‘s it," each word carefully punctuated with an especially deep thrust and fuck she holds onto his hair even tighter, "just how you like it, hm?"

Corinthian‘s low and breathless tone erupts a warmth within her core that spreads like a wildfire. It consumes her in seconds and she can’t stop it — reaches the high and lets herself fall, knowing there’s nothing Corinthian loves to watch more.

She sobs. He guides her through the sparks shooting through her veins and the exploding stars in her eyes, while gnashing his teeth. There it is again, that enticing itch as he sees her lose herself, watches her pupils dilate in the pool of tears. It drives him feral, much like her impossibly tightening around him until he can barely think anymore.

"There, there, darling."

Corinthian leans in closer, kisses along the streak of tears and collects the tiny droplets all the way up to her eyes. His own eyes, no more than an accurate reflection of his hungry mouth, find their desired prey and nip just at the corner of her eye socket — careful not to damage his treasure.

She boldly yanks him away by the hair, trembling all over, and forces a groan from him. She kisses Corinthian‘s neck, still rolling her hips, grinding against him, prolonging their shared pleasure. Shivers race down his back, her lips an angel's feather on his skin. Sweet and innocent. One of his hands abandons their prior position to reach between their bodies, finding her sensitive little bud. His favourite thing, really. And it’s utterly mean of Corinthian, perhaps meant to be a punishment for interrupting him, but he pinches and rubs it in slow, agonising circles, listens to her breath hitch, feels her twitch — too much, too much.

"One more, yeah? Give me one more."

He wraps his other hand around her throat, without applying any pressure. Just to better keep her there, in his lap, to prevent her escaping the touch. No safe word reaches his ears, thus he keeps bullying her clit and bites his lower lip as he watches her eyes dart up and down, left and right. Her lips fall open in a silent scream as she helplessly submits to the tidal wave of pleasure crashing down on her.

Corinthian enjoys it. Fully relishes in her falling apart on him. His head spins and his cock twitches and burns with the need to finally fill her up. He needs her as much as she needs him, but his patience rivals a saint‘s. Almost.

"Corinthian," she moans, pleads. It’s all she can do, call out for him. The name is like honey dripping from her lips and Corinthian immediately craves a taste.

He pushes her against his lips and drinks her dreamy melodies like the starved nightmare he is, tongue eagerly exploring the cavern he knows so well. It’s enough to push her over the edge again and he does not stray behind this time. Corinthians bucks up into her, eagerly decorating her insides and marking her most intimately.

He finds her behind once more, gives it a rewarding slap before he grinds her down on him again, chasing the aftershocks of their orgasm. With his lips tugged up in a pleased grin he leans back against the headboard of their bed and gazes at their connection — at the little puffs of cream that drip from her.

"Good girl, fuck," Corinthian guides her to lay on top of him, letting himself rest inside her for a little longer, "did so well."

Praise always has a wonderful effect on her. It all but causes her to melt in his arms, and clench around him too. She’s warm on top of him and tries to catch her breath. Corinthian puts an arm around her, angling his head a little awkwardly to try and see her, still.

A chuckle escapes him. Her eyes are already closed, too heavy with exhaustion, but there’s a smile on her lips that makes Corinthian stupidly proud. He can’t name a reason why, thus he doesn’t think about it.

"All tired now, hm? You go and rest for me. I‘ll keep the bad dreams away."

It’s ironic, really; She feels safe here, in the arms of the Corinthian. She believes him without a second thought when he promises to keep her safe. She’s naive and she doesn’t make any sense.

He holds onto her just a little tighter. With a kiss to her eyelid, he sends her away to the Dreaming, hiding her from everyone and everything while waiting for her return. Corinthian will wake her with a nice breakfast — and eat her pussy while he’s at it, as a treat for himself and her. She‘s so sweet to him, after all. He might get a toothache, but can’t get enough of her.

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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new masterlist coming soon…

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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— strange little mouths.

kind of a continuation of this drabble.

gn! reader. bit more than a drabble. sweet fluff. warning for a mild description of the lil mouths. nothing too crazy but still. it’s corinthian and he finally shows you his eyes.

the corinthian wears a pair of glasses at all times; they are darker than the night and shield everything and anything beneath them. initially, you mused whether or not he is particularly sensitive to light, but even that wouldn’t make the most sense.

a couple of months pass, during which you also discover his morally questionable hobby of stealing actual human eyes, before corinthian reveals his final and biggest secret.

whilst he isn’t insecure about the sets of teeth that rest in his eye sockets, he has no intention of scaring you off. that very possibility is the one and only thing that causes a light tremble in his fingers as he reaches for his glasses to place them aside.

naturally, you are shocked to suddenly witness not one, but three mouths showing you that signature toothy smile of his. with your mouth agape in shock, you stare at corinthian for seemingly an eternity.

"i told you - i’m a nightmare, darling."

perhaps, you did expect something to be unusual about his eyes — not that he’d have teeth instead, but all the same.

however, to corinthian’s own surprise, you aren’t disgusted by his unique feature. rather than telling him to fuck off back to where he came from, you ask him to approach you. he does, with no hesitation, until the tips of his pristine shoes bump against your own ones. slowly, as if to warn him, you reach up and gently cup his cheek, thumb resting against the corner of his eye.

and you smile at him.

"so, two more mouths."

corinthian merely hums in affirmation. he gives you time to digest the reveal and takes his own time to analyse your unexpected reaction.

"i’m sorry, i absolutely need to ask. do they function like actual mouths? can you eat with them?"

curiosity got the better of you, but he was quite visibly amused. that silly question caused him to relax a bit more, even. corinthian tilts his head to the side, as if to lean into your touch, until your thumb scrapes against the tiny teeth of his left eye —

— and he actually bites you. it’s more of a nibble than anything, yet it startles you. out of reflex, you swiftly pull your hand away.

"ow! asshole," you playfully hit his chest and corinthian chuckles.

"if you ever wondered where i keep the collected eyes, you’ve got your answer now."

the realisation needs a moment to settle in. you scrunch your nose up.

"i won’t ask if you got taste buds too."

corinthian is still smiling — but casts his gaze down to the tiny space between the two of you. his eyelids cover the strange little mouths momentarily. you suddenly remember his promise; a promise he seals every day, with a kiss to your eyelids. a promise supposed to assure you of the adoration he holds for you, that he won’t harm you.

it is the memory of that little, unspoken promise which urges you to stand on your tip-toes to reach up and press your lips to his eyelids. you place your hands on corinthian’s shoulders and feel him tense with the gesture, hear the way he sharply inhales in his surprise. fortunately, he relaxes just as quickly and sighs almost dreamily before closing his eyes. you take it as a sign to continue and place a second kiss on his other eyelid.

"i usually don’t say this," corinthian’s voice is barely above a whisper and you kiss the space between his eyes too, "but thank you."

when you pull away and part your lips to speak, he doesn’t give you the chance to let words spill pass them. he silences you with a kiss so sweet it invades your every sense and cell, until all is consumed by him. never before was corinthian’s kiss filled with nothing but pure, innocent affection, so deep and intimate it crushes your heart. it hurts, almost, because corinthian isn’t one to show his true feelings easily.

just then, you become aware of how much significance this moment must truly be to him. you convey your acceptance of his entire being, perfectly so. and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close, closer — and keep him there in a tight embrace, if only to ensure he wouldn’t crumble to dust in the palm of your hand, with only the bitter aftertaste of a nightmare left behind.

both of you gasp for air once you sever the heavenly connection. no more than three words escape you before corinthian kisses you again — and again, and again.

you never need him to respond. you never expect him to. all you need is for him to know. not even to understand.

but while corinthian stares up at the snow white ceiling, bathing in the golden lamplight and the warmth you gift him whilst resting in his arms, he feels like he does finally understand. thus, he gives you an answer.

"love you too, sweetheart."

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angelsxwords · 2 years

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— 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.

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angelsxwords · 3 years

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I just wanted to say thanks for my headcannons! I love them!

you are very welcome and i‘m happy to hear that :)

#☁️.answered #🥺

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Hi! Could I maybe request a headcannon for Crowley and the 10th doctor please? I was thinking the headcannon could be either them catching the reader dancing ballet or their reaction to the reader cooking for them. Thanks!

hiya, anon! i decided to split this request, so ten catches the reader dancing and crowley gets a home cooked meal. hope that’s alright :)

Crowley.:

it’s after another day of “bad deeds” that he comes home to the smell of something interesting - there are noises coming from the kitchen and your soft humming fills the space, along with the quiet tune of the radio.

the domestic-ness of the situation makes him feel all warm and fuzzy. crowley likes the rather unfamiliar feeling, even if it is accompanied by a bit of confusion. should a demon feel like this?

he saunters into the kitchen and is greeted by a welcoming smile. frankly, crowley is a bit nervous about you cooking for him. he’s quite the picky eater and prefers to drink liquor rather than consuming food - not that he needs to do either.

you know that much and assure him that he doesn’t have to eat it if he doesn’t want to. you just wanted to try and see if you could come up with something that he genuinely likes.

because it’s you and the food smells surprisingly good and intriguing, crowley decides he’ll try. trying won’t hurt, what’s the worst that could happen?

he ends up enjoying the food more than he could have thought. the texture wasn’t as strange as he imagined it to be, and the different combinations of flavours tickled his taste buds in just the right way.

crowley compliments you and your cooking skills and is a bit more open to trying more. however, only if you cook it.

10th Doctor.:

ten was hurrying to the room you owned in the tardis, a map of a planet he wanted to visit in hand. he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard music in the hallway - and quickly figured out where it must come from.

he sneakily opens the door just a little bit, just enough to poke his head in and see what you were up to. knowing you and being the clever boy he is, he already has a hunch.

a huge smile tugs on his lips when he sees you dancing so elegantly. he can’t take his eyes off of you, it was too mesmerising. the way your body moves in time with the music - the way you spin and your hair follows the motion.

of course, the doctor had seen human beings dance before. but he had never seen you dance before. seeing you dance like that was special and causes his two hearts to flutter in his chest.

ten is so caught up in the moment that you need to snap him out of whatever trance you put him in. after blinking a few times, he chuckles, a bit embarrassed, but is quick to direct the attention back to you.

the doctor throws a couple of compliments at you, over-excited because of what he just witnessed. he’s a bit pouty, too, and complains about why you would keep this a secret from him.

he asks a couple of questions (if you learned ballet by yourself or were taught, for how long you’ve been doing it etc.) and suggests you teaching him how to dance so you could do so together.

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