#corinthian x y/n

[angelsxwords]

— 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.

#the corinthian #the corinthian x reader #corinthian #corinthian x you #corinthian x reader #the corinthian x you #corinthian x y/n #the corinthian x y/n #the sandman x reader #the sandman

[endless-ineffabilities]

Ineffable (Dream of the Endless x f!Reader) - Chapter 2: Devious

Also with Corinthian x f!Reader

Masterlist - Playlist

Everyone, please welcome your favourite charismatic miscreant, The Corinthian. Wonder what's in store for him and the Reader? Read on, fellow dreamers.

I wake up well rested. After the conversation with Dream in the library, I just wandered off into Fiddler's Green and lay down on the grass. There wasn't much work to be done in that moment, so I just thought it would be nice to reconnect with an old friend.

For reasons which are probably all too clear, Gilbert may be one of my favourite places to roam in the Dreaming. And I vaguely remember already unwittingly wandering there, years before I even met Gilbert. He once said that I look quite familiar, and this was in our second meeting, so I just jokingly breathed out, "Well, I'm glad I have a face you wouldn't see fit to forget."

Of course, once I moved back to London from living with Gilbert and Rose, I admit I had to find my footing once more. I had to re-enroll at UCL and come across some familiar faces I'd rather would not have encountered again. Uni was both a refuge and a bother, in my experience. But of to course, getting accepted into my BA in Classics was almost a miracle, considering my high school record back in America. This opportunity seemed the only avenue for which I would be able to develop my passion in the Latin language and its texts, but the people were.... meh, to say the least.

Now back in London, living in a humble little studio in Walthamstow, and struggling to piece through my thesis, I have to admit I miss waking up in the morning to Hal practicing their dramatic numbers in the living room, Barbie and Ken having a constant lovers' spat in the room next to me, and so on..

I plant my feet on the floor, and stretch. I stand, and it takes me about 10 steps to reach the modest, little coffee machine in my kitchen. I get it started, and wait.

My mind drifts to what Morpheus said the night before... "You are important to me."

Hmmm... something tingles up my spine - a feeling of warmth, excitement. At the very least, now I know that the attraction may not be one-sided after all.

Silly girl, my thoughts barge in, you mistake interest for genuine connection.

I am pushed out of my thoughts by the ring from the intercom. Who could it possibly be at this Godforsaken hour?

"Yes?" I press the button.

"Why, hello, darling..." a familiar voice drawls.

"Cor?!" I hear myself squeak. Damn, I really do need that coffee.

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?" I ask, but I have a feeling I am eager to see him, no matter the reason. Well. Shows you how messed up I am.

The Corinthian and I first crossed paths nearly 2 years ago, before I was even fully accepted into the fold in the Dreaming. Gil, Rose and I had driven to some hotel after receiving an anonymous call about her brother Jed. Looking back, it's understandable why I sensed something was wrong when we arrived.

They were having some sort of 'Cereal Convention', regardless of the fact that there was nothing even remotely related to cereal in sight. I had a hard time describing it at the time but the people made me feel queasy, especially the guy in the check-in booth with the name tag, Fun Land. Even Gil looked shaken after walking off for a few minutes, and he had managed to catch me in the lobby before leaving and stammered, "Be very careful, and look out for Jed and Rose!"

Minutes later, I bumped into a tall man with dirty-golden hair, and I was so amped up with adrenaline that I cried out, "Fuck!".

"Well, excuse me." he laughed, "That was my bad, I guess."

"Sorry," I felt embarrassed, straightened up and got a good look at him, "Nice glasses." I remarked.

"Ah, well that's nice of you to say." He leaned back, as if assessing me, "You're... different."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's a beautiful girl like you doing... here, of all places?" He spoke as if he had never lacked confidence a day in his life.

"It's a Cereal Convention, isn't it? Maybe I like cereal." I nervously said and thought, What a flirt.

He looked down at the name tag I was wearing, which Rose had managed to nab from the Welcome desk.

"The Siren, huh? As fitting as that sounds, I have a feeling you don't belong here. So maybe you should leave before it gets..."

"There you are!" He was interrupted by a wiry woman in a tailored suit, with a shorter, tense-looking man, "We have to introduce you to some people."

"Be right there." He politely said.

He glanced back at me once more, and it seemed as if he had more to say, but held it in.

"Good day, ma'am," He tilted his head, "Take care of yourself."

Weird...and strangely well-spoken, I had thought. The tone of his voice was almost akin to being melodic, reeling you in.

I would come to understand much later why he had warned me to leave. Jed, Rose and I found ourselves chased by Fun Land down a hallway. He had us trapped in a corner, but I had become so livid, thinking of what he could have done to Jed, what he had done to so many other kids...

I let out an agitated scream, and felt a rush of energy emanate from me. The lights flickered wildly, and he was flung a few feet backwards, hitting a wall with a crack.

Shit, I thought, I had done it again.

The Corinthian strode in from the end of the hallway, as if he had been there all this time.

"I thought I told you to leave." He said to me, as if almost annoyed.

"Oh well," He shrugged, and grinned maniacally, "The more, the merrier."

Of course, this was all before he had to be eliminated by Morpheus, and later reincarnated to be more loyal and subdued, and less... well... homicidal.

He returned to doing his duties in the Dreaming, where we crossed paths once more.

"It's you." He said, as if he wasn't surprised at all of my presence. Or of how I was able to move and do as I please in Morpheus' kingdom.

I had walked in the central hall, ready to report on the affairs of several dreamers that I was tasked to handle for that time.

"I knew she was special," he directed to Morpheus and Lucienne, "and now here she is."

He had looked highly amused. Morpheus looked back and forth between myself and The Corinthian, and it's safe to say he did not share his amusement.

We managed to see each other time and again in the Dreaming, and we've become quite familiar that I now see him as a... friend, of sorts. I was initially cautious around him, reckoning with all the things that he'd done, but I've come to know of who he is, made anew. In some ways, perhaps this was how The Corinthian was meant to be all along. He retained his calculated brand of deviousness, which seeped in ways such as in the musings that he would share with me. But I can see where he's coming from. I understand him, I think. Besides, I can't claim to being a complete saint myself.

I've also grown to calling him Cor instead of his official-sounding moniker.

"I just feel like I'm addressing a Bible verse sometimes." I grumbled once, to which he let out a guffaw. Don't get me wrong, I do like his name just as it is, but I liked the fact that only I called him by something else. It feels more...intimate.

Strangely, I barely saw him in the past few months, both in the Dreaming and the Waking World. I tried searching for him, when I was sifting through the Dreaming, but I couldn't.

I once came back to the library to find His Great Lordship sat there in all his solemn glory. He really looks like he needs Aspirin and some sunlight sometimes, that anthropomorphic personification. And perhaps a hug. Or two.

"You should stop trying to find him," he said, "He's occupied. And besides, considering his track record, he may not be the best companion for you."

"You made him," I pointed out, "and he's better now. You made him better."

He stared at me long and hard. "Nevertheless..."

He went back to what he was reading, and I walked off to find a volume that I needed. Why was he being so dismissive?

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"Are you going to let me in, or should I just manifest myself in your room?" Cor's voice echoes through the intercom. I manage to collect my thoughts, and press the opening buzzer.

Half a minute later, I open the door.

"Hey there, trouble." He leans on the doorframe.

"Trouble yourself." I go in for a hug. It's been a while.

He laughs warmly. "I can see that trouble missed her favourite Nightmare."

He walks into my flat, and takes everything in.

"Cozy." He comments.

"Don't say a word," I point at him, "It's... nice."

"Hey, I never said it wasn't." He puts his hands up, and sits down on my bed.

"What are you doing in the Waking World anyway? Morpheus know you're here?" I walk to the kitchen and finally fix myself a cup coffee.

"Well, I was looking for you, actually." he responds, "And no, I think Lord Morpheus may be dealing with something else at the moment."

"Oh?" I sit next to him.

"What do you say we go on a trip?" he proposes, nudging me with an elbow, "I actually have something I have to do in the Waking World. Loose ends to tie up and all that."

"I'm listening..." I mumble, taking a sip of coffee.

"It'll be fun." He declares excitedly.

"You know that really doesn't tell me anything, Cor," I complain, "I haven't seen you for months and now you want to go on some roadtrip?"

"Precisely." He says, not missing a beat. As if his plan was completely ordinary.

I think to my work, my unfinished thesis. I glance around at the state of disarray of my tiny home, which bothers me. And what about the mission I have to undertake with Morpheus?

Well, I suppose my thesis can wait. Who knows? Maybe getting some fresh air may be just what I need to find the right words to put to the page.

As for Morpheus... I'll see him in my dreams.

"Fine." I give in.

"Perfect." Cor smiles widely, and I found myself having missed this sight.

"But first...." I demand, "You help me clean up." I gesture around with one hand.

He breathes out, and after a pause, strides to the closet where I keep the cleaning supplies. He pulls out the vacuum, and I giggle at the whole picture.

"Stop it." He says firmly, feigning annoyance.

"You're actually doing this?" I ask, incredulous.

"Well, this might ruin my fuckin' suit. But... anything for you, trouble."

End of Chapter 2.

All right, that was quite heavy on the Corinthian x reader side but his character is just sooo. . delicious.

The dynamic of Dream x reader x Corinthian will be shown in the next one!

Also, this was barely proofread so I may make some tweaks later if needed.

How do you guys like The Corinthian? Would you like more of him? Or shall the focus be on Dream?

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[writefightandflightclub]

Very silly chats you’d have if you were dating Corinthian, which absolutely no-one asked for

(imagine y/n being a teasing lil shit -and very pleased with them self for it- and you’ll get the tone 😆):

Gif by @abnerkrill

C: *does something mildly annoying*

Y/n: You’re such a nightmare.

C: You don’t say.

***

Y/n: Cor?

C: Yes, my silly little human?

Y/n: I gotta know. *chewing on a question*

C: *nods encouragingly*

Y/n: *desperately stifling a laugh* How does it go when you visit the dentist?

C: …

Y/n: …

Y/n: *guffawing behind hand* D- do you have to book a triple appointment?

Y/n: *Reads Corinthian’s non-plussed expression and straight mouth* What? You don’t think I’m hilarious?

C: *deadpan* Sure I do. I’m smiling with my eyes.

Y/n: *cackles*

***

C: *lying in bed with y/n, gently stroking his thumb over their cheek-* You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, baby.

Y/n: *looks horrified* Uh oh!

C: *backtracking in panic* TOO PRETTY TO EAT! *soothing thumb some more* Too pretty to eat.

Y/n: *melting* Aww!

***

Y/n: You have such a beautiful smile… *quickly adds the plural* …sssssss *shoulders start to shake with a gentle laugh*

C: Are you making fun of me?

Y/n: *sarcastically, hand on chest in mock offence* Would I ever-?

***

Y/n: Cor? *

C: Yes, my cute little mortal?

Y/n: If I was, um, to, um, feed-you-grapes-lovingly… would I… *fumbles for words*

C: *encouraging* Would you what?

Y/n: You know. Would I… *sucks air through teeth* Would I have to bung them in your eye holes too?

C: …

Y/n: …

Y/n: *rushing to explain* ‘Cause I mean I’ll do it. I just didn’t want to make a hideous faux pas, honestly.

C: …

Y/n: …

C: Are you aware you’re very unusual, or…?

Y/n: *gasps indignantly* Says Mr Teeth for Eyes!

***

Y/n: *sounding his name out in various ways* Corinthian. Corinthiannnnnn. *turns to him with a sudden question* Were your parents religious or something?

C: …

Y/n: ….

C: …

Y/n: Oh yeah! Duh. *face palms* Sorry, I forgot. You hail from the land of dreams etc. etc.

C: …

C: Do you listen to anything I tell you?

Y/n: Suuuuuure, baby. *pats his chest* The important stuff.

C: *eyebrows jumping up above sunglasses* And that’s not a key detail for you?!

***

Y/n: *approaching with a nervous energy* Now that we’re living together, can we please set some ground rules?

C: Sure.

Y/n: *a tension-relieving sigh* Great! Number one - don’t eat my eyeballs. Agreed?

C: Agreed

Y/n: Amazing. *walks off, starts pottering*

C: Er, baby? Was there a second, or…?

Y/n: Nope, you’re good.

***

Y/n: *sweetly, fluttering eyelashes* I had a dream about you last night.

C: Fuck, I’m so sorry.

***

C: You did know that my last name isn’t actually Teeth for Eyes. Didn’t you?

Y/n: *nervous laugh, unconvincing* Sure I did.

C: …

Y/n: …

C: What do you think it is?

Y/n: *after a good minute of bungled consonant sounds, clicks fingers* Smith?????

***

Y/n: *getting ready for date night* Babe, can you pass me my tube of eye garnish?

C: Your tube of what?!

Y/n: The mascara, Cor. Pass me my mascara.

C: …

C: *obliges*

Y/n: Wanna look tasty for you tonight, baby.

C: Well. You do look delicious.

Y/n: *looks horrified* Uh oh!

C: *backtracking in panic* SEXUALLY DELICIOUS! I mean sexually delicious.

Y/n: *melting* Aww!

***

#I know he’s murdery but here we are #corinthian x reader #corinthian x y/n #the sandman incorrect quotes #the corinthian #the sandman #these are silly but they exist now so you may as well have them 😅

[witchybitchycrybaby]

You're kinda cute

Pairing: The Corinthian x reader

Summary: your nightmare becomes the one who adores you

Genre: maybe fluff

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You were furious.

And Corinthian loved it. He adored this raw emotion, how the mimic of your face changed with every second and how your cheeks flushed with scarlet. But there was one particular thing that never failed to catch him off guard and sent shivers down his spine: your eyes. He was always captivated by them, ever since he first looked at you all this time ago. They were bright, oh so innocent, sometimes mischievous but above all, your eyes held so much love for him, that he thought it was going to break him.

This time, however, your eyes were dark and the storm that rolled behind them sent flashes of lightning everywhere you laid your gaze.

Corinthian loved it because every time it reminded him of the night you met.

You were dreaming, of course, and in this dream you were standing in the field; there also was a city far away, barely visible on the horizon. Wildflowers grew everywhere; delicate violets and yellows danced in the wind in a jungle of green. It was a good peaceful dream, and Corinthian was just about to turn it into ruins.

As the dark clouds flooded the sky and the wind grew stronger destroying everything around you, you strangely stood still. The Nightmare thought you were going to start screaming and running away terrified, but you remained calm. When you took in the horror he made with a small smile on your lips, he decided to finally show himself to you.

He stood right before you in the eye of a hurricane. You looked him up and down and noticed the dark glasses covering his eyes, a white buttoned-up shirt, and an equally light suit. The man was taller than you and was so close you could feel delicate puffs of air when he breathed. His lips were adorned by a smug smile. There was something about him though, that made you feel safe, protected somehow.

"Shouldn't you be afraid now, little human?"

His voice was soothing, not exactly calming but you caught yourself relaxing a bit. And it fit him.

"You don't look very scary."

"Is that so?" Corinthian leaned over so that his mouth was right next to your ear. When he spoke his warm breath tickled your sensitive skin. "Then why is your heart beating so fast?"

You shivered involuntarily. God, he even smelled amazing. You knew he wasn't good and everything about him screamed that he would gladly harm you, but you just couldn't stop yourself from saying your next words.

"Because you're kinda cute."

It caught him off guard of course, but also led you both to where you were now: Corinthian sitting comfortably on the couch and you standing in his kitchen wearing one of his buttoned-up shirts. Nothing but the shirt, to be exact.

The sight of your body in his clothes always woke this primal beast inside of him that wanted you near at all times, and yelled "mine!" every time someone else approached you.

"Y/n, darling, you know it's not the end of the world and you can always make another one?" He asked amused. He tried to hide the smile that crept onto his lips but failed miserably.

"Well, here's the problem, darling, I only had this many ingredients. And patience. I've had one shot at this red velvet cake and I fucked it."

You were furious. You knew the recipe by heart and still managed to mess it up. You hated when something was not going your way. Especially when this something was meant to be a gift for a person you loved the most. And this person was sitting right next to you watching you fail.

"Come to me."

You looked up at the Corinthian, your eyes still shrouded in darkness, and saw him tapping his thighs encouragingly.

You sighted and, not even glancing at the mess of a cake, came closer to your lover. When your knees touched his, he took you gently in his arms. You sat on his lap straddling him, your arms wrapped around his neck. One of his hands was pressed against the small of your back, the second was drawing small circles on your thigh.

"I hate it," you said quietly, resting your forehead against his.

"I know" he murmured, giving you a minute to calm down. "We can remake it though, sugar."

You raised your eyebrow suspiciously. "We? You don't even know how to cook or bake in the first place."

"Then show me." He kissed the tip of your nose and you giggled. You weren't mad anymore. "And then..."

"And then what, my dear nightmare?"

"And then we'll go to our bedroom and I'll show you some different things."

"That's disgusting." Another giggle escaped your mouth, but deep down you liked this idea of his.

"Well, in that case, we will do nothing if you don't want to..."

"I never said such a thing," you said indignantly and got up from his lap. A mischievous smile bloomed on your lips as you reached for his hand. "Come now, darling, if we're going shopping, I need to change my clothes. Wanna help?"

Blood boiled in his veins; you knew the answer, why even bother asking? Corinthian without a word took your hand in his and led you to your bedroom.

The fact that you didn't do much baking that day goes without any word of comment.

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[lazycats-stuff]

Male!(maybe trans) reader x the Corinthian where Morpheus found out about YN and is just like "how did... you get him to fall for you? How are you alive?" And the readers just like "I'm built different, punk."

So, I never thought about request, but I guess I could accept them, but I have to warn everyone in advance that it could take a while because I am in school and well, it takes up a lot of my time and I don't have a set schedule because of that. But fear not, it will get written.

And thank you to Anon for this great idea! I will do my best to write it well.

Summary: (Y/N) and the Corinthian are in love and happy. Morpheus simply can't wrap his head around it. The reader won't be trans, because I don't know enough about them and I don't want to risk offending anyone.

Warnings: Morpheus kidnaps the reader, fluff between the reader and the Corinthian, reader truly baffles Morpheus.

Corinthian checked his phone once more. (Y/N) should have been out of the building by now. Corinthian wanted to surprise him because it's Friday and he didn't see his boyfriend in a while. He was busy with the travelling, as his boyfriend would call it.

He put his phone away into his pocket and leaned back onto his car. He crossed his arms, drumming his fingers against his bicep. He smiled once he saw his boyfriend, but it dropped once he saw him talking to another man. It seems that he has found a new victim.

But his smiled once more when (Y/N) saw him. (Y/N)'s eyes lit up at the sight of his lover. He said goodbye to the coworker and ran towards his boyfriend, running into his arms. Corinthian chuckled at his boyfriend and hugged him tightly.

" Did you miss me honey? " Corinthian asked his boyfriend in his southern accent, knowing what is does to (Y/N).

" Of course I did, why do you even have to ask? " (Y/N) asked his love, leaning up to give him a kiss. He had to step on the tip of his toes just to reach his boyfriend's lips. Corinthian leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He knew that if he didn't stop he would devour (Y/N) on the spot, in front of everyone.

He doesn't want anyone else to see (Y/N) in that state. That is for his eyes only. Or lack thereof, as (Y/N) would say.

" So, what did you plan for us? " (Y/N) asked, letting Corinthian to open the door and then put his bag away.

" I planned a relaxing afternoon, well evening. A warm bath first, then some food and then cuddles. Either in bed or on the couch, your choice. "

" What did you do? " (Y/N) asked, crossing his arms.

Corinthian started the car, simply shaking his head.

" I have done nothing. I behaved and planned this, just for you. I did miss you a lot. " Corinthian said, placing his hand on (Y/N)'s thigh. (Y/N) blushed, cursing his sensitive thighs for this.

" I truly can't believe you can be this romantic. "

" Well, just you wait when we get home. " Corinthian teased his (Y/N).

And (Y/N)?

He was going to love every second of it.

And boy, he did. The first thing that the Corinthian did was lead him towards the bathroom, leaving him to strip and get into the tub filled with warm water. After soaking in the warm water for a while, Corinthian dried him off and gave him some of his clothes, which was bigger on (Y/N).

" Okay, now lets get some food into you. " Corinthian said, putting a plate of warm food.

" I am serious right now Corinthian, what did you do? " (Y/N) laughed, taking the fork.

" I have done nothing. I am innocent. " He responded, giving (Y/N) a quick kiss to the side of his head.

" I have yet to see. " (Y/N) said, tasting the pasta. " This is really good hun. "

" I know, I cooked it myself. "

(Y/N) snorted.

" What? "

" Nothing hun, nothing. "

After food, they were laying in bed, watching tv, simply holding each other.

" You know, I still think that you did something. "

Corinthian sighed, knowing there is no way to persuade his lover.

" I am right you know. " (Y/N) said, nudging his chin up to appear smug.

Corinthian smirked and squeezed (Y/N).

" Okay, okay, you didn't do anything! "

Corinthian relaxed his hold and gave (Y/N) a slow kiss, making sure to put all of his love for (Y/N).

" I love you (Y/N). I love you so much darling. " Corinthian whispered into (Y/N)'s neck, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

" I love you too. " (Y/N) whispered back, leaning back onto the Corinthian's front.

(Y/N) closed his eyes, allowing himself to be put to sleep. He truly loves his nightmare.

(Y/N) gasped as he opened his eyes. He looked around. He wasn't in his bed. Where is the Corinthian?

" What the hell? " (Y/N) whispered. He stood up and looked around.

He was outside, in the grass, in the beautiful meadow. But the thing that made him questioning everything is a big beautiful castle. His mouth dropped a little. Well, not a little, a whole lot. But... It looked familiar... Could this be the Dreaming that Corinthian was talking about?

" Hello (Y/N). "

(Y/N) turned his head around to look at the tall man, dressed all in black. His hair looked like he just got out of bed. This must be Morpheus.

" Hello to you too. What am I doing here? "

" I simply wanted to talk. I want to know how you are still alive. "

" I am simply different. "

" Different how? " Morpheus asked, straightening his back.

" I don't know, just am. Don't you have a library with a book that has my story in it? " (Y/N) snapped back at the Endless. " If that's all, I would like to get back to my world, preferably back in my bed. "

" I will once you tell me. How are you alive? Why did he spare you? He never spares anyone. He takes advantage of people and then he kills them when they are no longer of use to him. "

(Y/N) didn't realize how much closer Morpheus got. But he held his ground.

" I don't know what to tell you. You would have to ask Corinthian. "

" Maybe I will. Now that I know where to find him, I most definitely will. "

(Y/N) gasped as he woke up in his bed. His boyfriend was nowhere to be found, so he must be out doing his thing... He took a deep breath. He needs to tell The Corinthian what has happened.

He knew that it wasn't over, not by a long shot. But he knew that for as long they are together, they are going to be okay.

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[thomotomo]

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

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

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

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

Thank you

Seduction

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

Warning: MALE READER, NSFW, Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I offer you a drink?”

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

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

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

“A sex on the beach please.”

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

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

“Only the cutest ones.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh I see you’re impatient boy…”

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

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

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

“Ah!”

“Mmh… You like that boy?”

“Yessir!”

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

“P-please sir! Let me ngh… come…”

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

“Fffuck no…”

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

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

“Yes sir~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuckkk… Corinthian ke… kep doing that!”

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

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

“Come now boy.”

“Ah!”

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

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

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

“Shut up Cor.”

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

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[mlmxreader]

Handsome Protector | Corinthian x nb!reader

Anonymous asked: Corinthian x Non-binary reader

“Im not going to catch you if you fall”

*proceeds to catch him anyways*

summary: Corinthiam is always going to protect you, he'll always be protective of you and he'll always make sure that you're safe.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence/murder

Corinthian had always been protective of you, no matter what situation you were in and whether or not something bad happening was your fault, he was always in your corner and he was always protecting you; when you came out to him as nonbinary, though, nothing actually changed between you. He was just as protective, he was just as supportive as he had always been. Still, that protective streak could be both a blessing and a curse if you were really honest about it.

On the one hand, his protection had meant that you didn't need to worry about a single thing when you went out with him; he would kill anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way, and he wouldn't need to think twice about it. Their eyes were his. He didn't give a shit if they were a Tory politician or just an average cunt, he would kill them if they even breathed in your direction in a way he didn't like.

But on the other hand, it also meant that you were almost constantly worrying about him getting caught when he was killing; but he would offer words of reassurance and you would stop worrying temporarily. It never lasted long, though.

Still, Corinthian was protective in almost every situation and in any setting; he had every right to be, though. He was a nightmare, which meant that Dream and his allies could come for you at any moment in order to use you as bait in order to get to the Corinthian. He was a serial killer, which meant that others could come for you at any moment in order to try and get to him and to prove that they were better. He had every right to be protective. Even at night, if he was at home, he would lie next to you, letting you cuddle into him so that he could protect you from the cold, and he would longer in the back of your dreams to chase off any other nightmares. He protected you, even when you didn't know it.

As he watched you climb up onto the counter in order to reach something at the very back of the top of the cupboard, Corinthian sighed; you were always doing things like this, things that could border on stupid and dangerous, and as he watched with his hands in his pockets, he shook his head.

"I'm not going to catch you if you fall."

"I'm not gonna fall," you told him, although when your foot slipped on the edge, you swallowed thickly, your eyes wide as you tried to find your footing, but your other foot slipped, and you felt yourself go backwards.

Before you could hit the floor, though, you felt two arms holding you; one across the back of your shoulders, the other on your lower back. A soft chuckle sounded through the kitchen as Corinthian held you for a moment.

"You were saying?"

"I thought you said you wouldn't catch me," you grinned up at him, able to see your reflection in those dark sunglasses. "You lied."

Corinthian shook his head, helping you up and getting you to sit up on the counter; he ran his hands over your body, checking for injuries as he frowned. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"No," you shook your head. "I had you to make sure of that."

He hummed, daring to kiss your forehead so sweetly as he laid his hand at the back of your neck and drummed his fingers on the soft flesh. "You'll always have me to make sure of that, puppy, don't worry."

You couldn't help but to smile again, moving a little closer so that your legs were either side of his waist; you had to admit, he looked good when he was dressed down. Medium grey t-shirt that showed off his arms, grey jogging bottoms that hung loosely around his waist and left little to the imagination yet somehow it was just enough, the silver chain around his neck. He was always handsome, though. Your handsome protector.

"Always?"

"Always," he nodded, knowing that it was as true as it could be. Sure, he wasn't always around, but Corinthian always made sure that, at the very least, you were safe from those who would have wanted to take you away from him. "I'll always make sure you're safe."

"I love you," you whispered, not expecting him to say it back. You weren't sure if you wanted him to, but when he pressed his lips to your throat and sucked and bit at the soft skin, you knew that he felt the same, and you groaned softly as you laced a hand in his hair. "Corinthian? I love you."

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[bunnys-kisses]

Hungry Eyes (A Corinthian x Trans Male Reader Fic)

Pairing: The Corinthian x Trans Male Reader Summary:   “Scared angel?” He purred as he laid back on the bed, stark naked except for his glasses. You huffed as you adjusted the straps of the harness you wore, “I don’t know, are you scared?” You puffed out your chest. He laughed and took off his glasses, showing what he had instead of eyes Tags/Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex, Pegging, Riding, Top!Reader, Bottom!Corinthian, Mentions of AFAB anatomy, Trans Reader, Good ol’ sloppy fun Author’s Note: I made this for the he’s, the they’s and the he/they’s. 

  “Scared angel?” He purred as he laid back on the bed, stark naked except for his glasses. 

You huffed as you adjusted the straps of the harness you wore, “I don’t know, are you scared?” You puffed out your chest. He laughed and took off his glasses, showing what he had instead of eyes. 

  “I know this i your first time doing this, but don’t worry about hurting me. I’ve had my fair share of rough housin’.” He grinned as he sat up and pulled you towards him. The strap on rubbed up against his thigh, “I’ve had bigger and smaller, just remember the lube and we’ll be golden.”

You had been seeing the embodiment of nightmares for about six months now. He had never been with a trans man before, so the experience was a little new. From seeing you take your hormone shots, the scars on your chest to the lack of plumbing down there. But in all honesty he didn’t care. It was nothing 100$ in discreet packaging couldn’t fix. 

Now here you were with a strap on harness on your hips, and attached to it was a seven inch fake cock, bright pink too. He grabbed it and squeezed it, “Don’t worry, angel. Now why don’t you lie back and I’ll be your good boy.” His words left like a whisper which made you wet. 

He had pounded you in the past, he liked to play rough. But tonight he wanted to reverse the roles. He pulled away from you and watched you lie on your back. He licked his lips as he grabbed the bottle of lube he left on the bottom corner of the bed.

He applied some on his fingers and reached behind him to rub across his hole. His jaw tensed as he slipped two fingers in. He hovered above you, his strong thighs on either side of your hips. 

  “Look at me pretty boy. Look at me while I’m fingerin’ my ass for you.” His voice was a low growl, “My pretty boy, all flustered and we haven’t even started. I could eat you alive right now.” 

  “Like you would.” You sighed, “Who else would fuck a nightmare.” You reached out grabbed him by the hips, “Done yet?”

Corinthian pulled his fingers out slowly and got himself in position on the dildo. He wiped the leftover lube on his thigh then pressed his one hand on the bed and the other on the dildo so he could slip himself onto it.

His jaw tensed more as he seated himself on you. He placed both hands on your stomach as he started to move his hips against you. He rolled his head back for a moment, a blush formed down his neck. 

  “Yeah, yeah.” He purred, “This is it. How does it feel fuckin’ me, angel?” He looked back at you and grinned, “Pretty boy with the big cock. Fucking a literal nightmare.” 

You were blushing as you felt the front o the strap rubbed against your pussy, the way he rode himself on your, rubbed it just right up against your clit, making the faux leather soaked with your wetness. You groaned at the idea of cleaning it up, you should’ve worn your boxers. 

All teeth were bared as he gazed down at you, this monster of a nightmare was riding you like his life depended on it. There were so many instances where he could’ve killed you. Ripped out your eyes and gorged himself on them. But instead he wanted every inch of you, he wanted to feel your heartbeat. He wanted you alive under him as he moved his hips back and forth on your fake cock. 

You hated to admit it, but this was the most affirming/sexual thing you had ever done. Watching his face shift as the dildo hit him in the right spots. You were fucking a man, you were doing this to him even though he was the one rocking back and forth on it. 

You felt warm all over, sweat gathered at your temples, your hands dug into the blue comforter. You swallowed back a moan as he dug his hands into the covers under your hand. He was red and panting, his thighs kept moving. 

  “Like that, angel?” He purred, “You like that? You like the feeling of me fucking you.” He grinned at you before he pulled you in for a rough kiss. His hands found your middle as he continued to ride you. 

He nipped your bottom lip, leaving it slightly bruised. He straightened himself back up, bouncing on the dildo. His breathing became heavier as his face twisted up in anticipation for orgasm. “Fuck.” He groaned as he came all over himself, spurts of cum painted his stomach as he slowed down. 

He visibly relaxed as he gripped onto himself, fists on your stomach as he slowed down his movements. He groaned loudly as his breathing continued to come out ragged. 

He pulled himself off the strap and pulled it off your body. Dropping it on the ground to be cleaned later. He found himself between your thighs, pulling them apart to get a good lick at your clit. 

He groaned through clenched teeth as your wetness soaked up to his nose and down his chin. He ate you out like the finest fruit. He was a starved man. He rubbed his softening cock against the sheets, everything would go int he wash later. 

His nails picked at your hairy thighs as he continued to eat you out. He gave broad licks to your clit, feeling your tense around him. You thighs squished his head but he fought back by prying them open. You weren’t escaping him. 

  “Cor...” You trailed off as your mind started to go blank. Your fingers found purchase in his blonde hair as he continued to eat you out. You rubbed your clit against his mouth as he continued to lick at your sweet spot. 

  “Yeah. Yeah.” His words were muffled, “You were such a good boy, fucking your boyfriend like this. Lettin’ me ride you.” His words were almost like a growl, he wanted to make you cum the way you made him.

He dragged blunt nails down your thighs as he continued to lap at your pussy. Your eyes rolled back a little when he inserted two fingers into your wet heat. Your toes curled as your breathing started to go ragged.

You didn’t want to scream for fear of waking the neighbours. How would you explain being eaten out by the embodiment of nightmares. For Christ sake he had teeth for eyes. 

He continued his movements as he felt you tense around him. Right on the tip of climax, like you were balanced on the tip of his knife. He added a third finger as he felt you grow tighter around hid digits. He groaned against your slick pussy.

  “Angel.”He drew out as he fingered your faster. His movements became sloppier. 

It wasn’t long before you covered your mouth with one hand and smashed your pussy against his face with the other. You came on his mouth and fingers, your eyes rolled back as you tensed up then sagged against the bed. Your wetness clung to your thighs and his face.

Your thighs relaxed around his head and he pulled his face up. He wiped down the lower half of his face with his wrist and arm. He exhaled deeply and grinned at you with all mouths.

  “Wow, wow, angel.” He purred, he climbed up to you and pulled you into his arms. His lips found your neck and then found your ear where he nibbled on the lobe, “Now that wasn’t so bad.” His legs tangled up with yours. 

You were still trying to catch your breath. You held onto his arms that kept you caged against him. You nodded and felt the shivered of post orgasmic bliss as you calmed down. 

  “Next time.” He purred as he kissed your skin more, with all mouths, “Let’s go bigger. We’ll share next time, I want to see you ride something bigger at the same time. I wanna see how much I can put inside of you.” 

You moaned a little, you couldn’t wait.

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[silversweetpea]

Making a Decision

Word Count: 852

Pairing: The Corinthian x Reader

Summary: A quiet conversation, a silent decision, and love. Always love.

Warnings: A super brief mention of blood (literally just the word and knowledge that it is on the Corinthian), a comment that could be taken in a sexual manner but is meant more in the sense of cuddling and/or kiss. other than that it’s fluff folks (no one’s surprised lmao)

Author’s note: Do I know that he’s a literal serial killer? Yes. That being said there’s something extremely interesting about the Corinthian’s character to me and after so much time analyzing him I’ve gotten a bit obsessed and am looking for any excuse to show him kindness. 

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“So, what now Rin?” The sunset is beautiful, shades of purple and pink that reminded you of the cotton candy still dissolving on your tongue. The day had been just as beautiful, your hand in the Corinthian’s as the two of you took turns dragging each other to different carnival rides or games. Only now that it was ending did you let yourself think of how much the way he was looking at you felt like a goodbye.

You wanted to take the glasses off his face, to rest them on the top of his head and see him in his entirety. The rest of the world may not care for it but you stopped caring about their opinion when you first slipped your hand into his and asked to run away with him. You didn’t, but you did allow your hand to come up and trace the sides of is face. 

“We could open a bakery.” His lips curl into that snide smile you love, the one that lets you know he’s only mostly joking. Today though, knowing that your time is running out, it feels sad. It’s hard to tell if your partner is showing his hand that much or if you’re projecting your own emotions onto him. Either way the drawl brings a quiet laugh from you.

“I’m sorry what?”

“A bakery. You know. Breads. Doughnuts. Cakes with those little roses made of icing on them.” You entertain it for a minute. Let yourself really imagine the Corinthian in the kitchen, tan suit switched out for a much simplier shirt and pant pairing, flour across his apron and over his hands. You could run the cash register and he could create to his heart’s content. 

He sounds so sure of himself when he suggested it, and when he brings his hands to rest on your hips, you close your eyes. You can pretend the wind that blows past you two smells like dough and that the two of you are swaying alone in your kitchen instead of in a small clearing next to a closed down carnival. 

You want to say yes again. To siege that impulsiveness that came over you when you first saw him splattered with blood and asking your opinion on dreams. It wouldn’t be hard. in all the time the two of you shared together he had denied you very little, you could play into this fantasy for a minute couldn’t you? The two of you could be domestic, could be happy for longer than it took to scope out the next adrenaline rush. 

“You are so not a bakery person.” You murmur, eyes open again just in time to catch the faux pout that he puts on. It takes everything in you not to close the distance and kiss him.

“Why not sweetheart? I know how to cook.”

“Oh I know you do.” He had insisted on taking over making breakfast quickly after realizing that you could barely cook toast without threatening to burn down whatever hotel or apartment you were based in. Sure, his service came at a price but it was never one you minded paying. “But you wouldn’t last a day in customer service before we’d be on the run again because you ate someone’s eyes.”

“Well if they don’t know how to say thank you to their cashier the world was better off without them.” The Corinthian smiles again and its like the sun shining down on you even as it sets just beyond the horizon. The shadows of night that are cast upon his face should make him scarier, should raise the hair on the back of your neck. Instead it reminds you that you love him and that even in the dark of night you know he would never hurt you. He may be the world’s nightmare but he was your dream. 

“Rin,” The smile drops slowly, the slightly chiding tone making his grip on your hips ever so slightly tighter. “Seriously, what do we do now?”

There’s silence for a moment. When he pulls you into his chest, you let him. It’s obvious that he doesn’t want you to see his façade crack, to see the fear that’s been lingering in his smile since he told you his creator was looking for him, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I don’t know.” He sounds so small in that sentence and your own grip around him tightens. 

“Okay.” He doesn’t respond. The Corinthian doesn’t need to. To his ears it sounds like an acceptance of the unknown. The truth of the matter, the more important decision that you make in that moment, is that you will do anything it takes to keep him from sounding so small ever again.

A king is meant to answer to his people and the king of dreams is no different. You are human, you sleep, you dream. The man in your arms is his creation, born from his hands and his thoughts and acting on the mission given to him. There are no two people he should fear answering to more.

#Corinthian x reader #Corinthian x you #corinthian x y/n #Corinthian x gender neutral reader #Corinthian fluff #Corinthian imagines #Corinthian headcanons

[starlightsoulwriting]

I am apparently incapable of writing a Corinthian-centric fic that doesn’t end with me killing him in the most dramatic, heart wrenching way possible.

So that’s two for two for tragic romance. For Cori. Poor Y/n.

#I'm mean but I'm not sorry #corinthian x you #corinthian x reader #corinthian x y/n

[uri59]

I feel so proud y'all!

Finally my goth son is getting laid 😸

#I feel like a proud mama who just released her goth son to the Beatles-fangirls-type #he doesn't have the best history with mortals you know? 😅 #the sandman #Sandman #dream of the endless #Morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #also I knew the Corinthian was going to be sexymanified too #morpheus x y/n #dream x y/n

[leyladoesntknow]

The Corinthian and his sunglasses collection appreciation post.

-The Sandman

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[endless-ineffabilities]

easy on the eyes (Corinthian x f!Reader) - ch. 1

+ OC × f!Reader

Story Masterlist Summary: The Corinthian and the Reader have been together for quite a while, and her friendship with Adonis, one of the dreams, puts a strain on their relationship

Warnings: angst, jealous!Corinthian (well, if this needs a warning on its own), some smut / nsfw!

Word count: 1.1k

.... and yes, I did envision Hayden Christensen as Adonis. But feel free to see him as whoever you wish 🔥

"I'm glad he allows me to be here with you," he says, face nuzzled against my neck. I know he's pertaining to Morpheus, his apparent creator and Master, though he isn't particularly fond of that term.

"If anyone should be my Master, doll, then it's you. You can do absolutely anything to me." he whispered low and deep, one night. I suppose it's not hard to figure out what happened after.

"So am I. And even if he wouldn't have, he'll have to deal with me." I say proudly. I know I'm just a human, but if something came in the way of being with my Corinthian, then I can be formidable, too.

"And that's why I love you," he shuffles on top of me, knees on either side of my thighs, and he lowers himself so we lie chest to chest.

He kisses me passionately, and I get high on his scent. That scent. So distinct it can only be him.

He takes my shirt off slowly, savouring the moment, then promptly throws it on the floor. I reach up and take off his glasses, admiring his raw beauty.

He smirks, then ever so torturously, licks a line from my hips up to my chest. He then grabs a breast in each hand, and grinds his pelvis down on mine.

I moan loudly.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby."

"Hurry up already," I hear myself blurt out suddenly, and I grind against him even more.

"Easy there, honey. Great things take time."

And so we take our sweet time, and he's right - it's all worth it.

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In the Dreaming, he finds me. He finds me every time.

Now, I dream that I am in a little cabin, nestled in the woods, and everything seems so perfect. We sit in front of a burning fireplace, on the coziest couch, a navy blanket shared between us.

Then we hear a knock on the door.

I shuffle out of the blanket to open it, not knowing who it could be. Anything can happen in the Dreaming.

He reaches up to me in protest, "Nooo, don't leave me."

I smile fondly at him, "You little baby. Just a second."

Two figures greet me at the door. Merv, a caretaker of Morpheus' castle, and Adonis, one of the Dreams, who is tasked with creating and fulfilling romantic scenarios in people's dreams. Understandable, considering that he looks every bit an Adonis as his name implies.

He's also grown to become my friend, in my exploits in the Dreaming.

"Merv! Donnie! Hello, boys," I say warmly, genuinely pleased to see both of them, "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

I shuffle out of the way, so Corinthian is also in view.

"Hello, beautiful," Adonis says, always the flirt, and he enters the cabin and pulls me into a hug, "I've missed you."

I hear Corinthian cough loudly behind us, having gotten up from his spot on the couch.

"Hello, Corinthian." Adonis greets him.

"Adonis." Corinthian replies curtly, "Getting too close to my girl there, pretty boy." He spits out the last words, definitely not meant to be a compliment.

"I'm always happy to see my friend. Especially one as beautiful as her." Adonis responds, not missing a beat.

I wrap an arm around Corinthian's waist, feeling his temper rise, and try to calm him down.

"Down, Donnie." I tell him, although I am amused by his directness. He was made to be full of charisma and adept in coquetry, so I know this is just how he naturally is.

"Yeah. Down, Donnie." Corinthian mumbles low in chest, and turns to look at me. I just know he doesn't like that I've made a nickname for Adonis.

"I sense some hostility," Adonis quips smoothly, "Don't worry, Corinthian. I wouldn't do anything to y/n." He pauses, but he's yet to deliver the blow, "Nothing she wouldn't want me to do, of course."

Corinthian surges forward in a swift motion, stopping just a few inches away from Adonis. "You better watch yourself. You're just some dream. Whereas I... am the worst of all nightmares."

"Well, I have something to say," Merv interrupts, "if the both of you are done with your little pissing contest."

"Thanks, Merv." I say, grateful for him stepping in.

"Dream Lord wants to see you, Corinthian. He says it's something urgent. You may have to leave your sweetheart here for a while."

"Urgent?" Corinthian echoes, "Can't I bring y/n with me?"

"Nope," Merv places his hand on his hips, and adds to me, "Nothing personal, of course. It's just a matter of confidentiality."

"I understand." I reply, raising both hands for a second, and turn to Corinthian, "You've got some work to do, honey."

He moves close to me, and plants a kiss on my lips, one that lingers long, as if to show off to Adonis.

"I won't be long," he whispers, forehead against mine.

"Lucky for her, I'll be here to keep her company." Adonis says, almost gleefully.

"What?!'" Corinthian's head whips up, "No you fucking won't."

"I'm afraid he has to, Corinthian." Merv says, "Here's the thing, and this is also why Lord Morpheus needs to see you. There's been a little uprising with some nightmares out here, and it'll only be safer if she has someone with her."

"Even if it's this peacock Adonis," Merv then claps a hand on Adonis' shoulder, "Besides, she's familiar with him already."

"Fuck," Corinthian curses, clearly frustrated with the whole thing.

Adonis smirks in satisfaction, but says nothing, like he's already achieved what he wanted. He winks at me, and I raise an eyebrow as if to say, Don't.

"We're operating on a strict timeframe here, Corinthian." Merv says, impatiently.

"Can't you stay with her?" Corinthian asks him, in a last attempt not to leave me with Adonis.

"I've got duties myself, boy. I can't play babysitter."

"It's okay," I gently place my hands on Corinthian's face, "Trust me. You won't take long, and I'll be just fine."

"I do trust you," he says, pressing a kiss to my palm, then glances at Adonis, "Him? Not so much."

"I'll play nice." Adonis raises his hands as if to appease him.

Corinthian takes a deep breath, then walks to the door, "Let's fucking get this over with."

They leave, and I am left in this cabin with Adonis.

He smiles at me, and I already know he's got something up his sleeve.

Oh, boy.

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I was Corinthian-inspired today, so here you all go! :)

And this can have a part two, if enough people ask for it, so let me know in the comments!

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[daddyjackfrost]

Chapter 2: Hello, Again

╰┈➤ ❝ [stay with me ; morpheus ] ❞

morpheus x fem!reader

warnings: third person pov, 7k+ words (wtf), not a lot of morpheus in it (sorry), each break is a time jump, if u don’t like it don’t tell me i’ll cry. i obviously haven’t read the travels of marco polo… so

read chapter 3 here

stay with me ; masterlist

A light, summer breeze brushed against Y/n’s cheek, like a parent greeting a child for the first time. 

Fluttering her eyes open, Y/n stared up at the bright blue sky. The grass beneath her was soft, a pillow of green scattered with bright flowers. 

Pushing herself to sit up, Y/n took in the scenery before her. She laid in a beautiful clearing, one filled with flowers and tall grass. There was nothing beyond the field, not a tree or person in sight.

She was completely alone. 

Breathing in the crisp air, Y/n stood. She smoothed her dress, a colour she did not recognize, but instantly fell in love with. Spreading her arms, she twirled. The grass tickled her feet but her laughter came from within. 

Y/n began to walk. She had no destination, but her curiosity would not leave her still. The clearing, one she was sure she had seen before, had to have an end. 

“Am I… dreaming?” Y/n asked herself, softly. She was afraid she might have disturbed the peace if she spoke normally. Bringing her fingers to her face, she began to lightly trace the structure of her face. Although she felt like herself, she could not be too sure. 

A sudden thunder-like noise erupted around her, causing the land beneath her feet to shake. The once blue sky cracked, revealing darkness before it stitched itself back together. 

Blinking, Y/n found herself standing in a forest. The empty field had been replaced with tall trees. The peaceful hum of wind was now accompanied by the sounds of birds. The forest felt different, dangerous, luring. 

Y/n heard hurried, rustling footsteps approach her. Hiding herself behind a tree, Y/n’s eyes fell on a man dressed as a merchant. His hair had become unruly and his eyes were crazed, like an animal locked in its cage for too long. 

“I am Marco Polo, and I am lost.” His words were slurred, hurried. Y/n watched him as he stood in between two trees, head darting to the left, and then the right in a loop. “I am Marco Polo, and I am lost.” 

Stepping out of the tree’s safety, Y/n stood in the open. If this is a dream, surely I cannot be harmed, she reasoned. Taking a step towards the man, Y/n put her hand up in greeting. “Hello, there.”

The man, Marco Polo, jumped, letting out a quiet yelp. Snapping his head to Y/n, his eyes grew in size at the sight of her. Minutes later, he raised his hand. His lips parted but he shut them quickly, looking disheartened. 

“My name is Y/n.” She smiled at the man, eyes trailing his dirty, worn out clothes. “Are you truly lost?” 

The man nodded, solemnly. Licking his cracked lips, he spoke. “I am Marco Polo.” 

“Greetings to you, Marco Polo. How long have you been lost?” 

Digesting her words, Marco Polo held up both hands, spreading his fingers. He pressed his lips together, stopping himself from speaking. 

Raising both her eyebrows, Y/n’s mouth fell open. “Ten years?” Her heart broke at the sight of his insanity. Staring at the man, she tilted her head. “Am I not dreaming? Have you been lost within a dream?”

Marco Polo nodded, his lips turned downwards. He wanted to tell Y/n his story, but he had lost the ability to speak normally long ago. His language consisted of eight words, and they had been his companions for a long time.

Y/n pursed her lips, in thought. She was sure this was a dream, but the man before her felt real. His anguish felt real. With a softer voice, she asked him, “have you forgotten how to speak?” 

Nodding once again, Y/n sighed. “I wish you could speak more than eight words, Marco Polo. I would love to hear your thoughts. Your story.” 

As water flowed through the Nile, words flowed down Marco’s throat, rushing to his head. His eyes widened as he tasted his thoughts on his tongue for the first time in a long time. 

Y/n watched as Marco Polo’s eyes brightened, she took the slightest step back as he jumped, clapping his hands. 

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” 

Y/n let out a disbelieving laugh, her eyebrows furrowed as she clapped along Marco Polo. “You can speak!” 

Marco Polo danced around Y/n, singing a merry song. She relished in his joy, deciding to put aside her curiosity. This is a dream, she thought. Anything can be possible. 

Smiling brightly, Marco Polo grabbed Y/n’s hand, kissing it. “May you reign The Dreaming forever, Y/n. I will remember your kindness and worship you. You shall become my home’s patron.” 

A confused smile rested on Y/n’s lips. “Pardon me, sir? I am afraid I do not understand.” 

“You are a Goddess, yes? A ruler of The Dreaming?” 

Y/n’s eyes widened and she brought her hands up in protest. “I fear you have mistaken me, Marco. I am not a Goddess. I am human. I do not know what I have done.” 

Marco Polo’s eyes narrowed, raising an eyebrow.

“You wished me to speak.” 

Y/n’s eyes widened, understanding him. “I wished you could speak, Marco. I could not have wished you to speak.” 

Marco Polo did not understand. He smiled easily, waving his hand in dismissal. “Politics do not worry me. I have been separated from my father and uncle for far too long. No one here has yet to aid me.”

Looking desperate, he grabbed both of Y/n’s hands gently, capturing her full attention. “Help me, Goddess. Wish me home.” 

Feeling helpless, Y/n played into the man’s fantasy. She could not wish him home. She was only human. She had no power, and he was just a dream. 

“What is home?” 

Marco Polo sighed in delight. “A caravan. It is old, but beautiful. Filled with candles and honey.” 

Squeezing Marco Polo’s hands at his yearning, she whispered. “I wish you could go home, Marco Polo. Back to your beautiful, honey filled caravan.” 

Y/n and Marco Polo stared at each other, one with hope, the other with sadness. 

The sound of crushed grass and bricks travelled to their ears and they turned towards the sound. Trees to their right disappeared and in their absence, a path of brick lay. The brick path was long, fading into the distance. 

“You have done it!”

“How?” 

Marco Polo and Y/n shared a look before he dropped her hands, running to the path. Y/n watched with confused amazement as Marco Polo ran down the path, waving to her. She raised her hand, waving limply. 

“Goodbye, Y/n! Bless you!” 

Y/n watched Marco Polo disappear. Curious, she yelled, “Marco?” After a beat, from a distance, she heard a response. “Polo!” 

Walking to the path, she crouched down and brushed the red bricks with her fingers. Solid under her fingers, she stood and stepped upon the path. Walking slowly, she thought of the strange man’s words. 

The Dreaming. 

Goddess. 

She was not a Goddess, she knew that much. She was human. A human who had dreamed for the first time in over two hundred years.  “I wonder why that is,” Y/n questioned herself. 

Looking ahead, Y/n found her path coming to an end. The bricks ended and a new path, one made of stone that crossed a moat greeted her. Past the vines and stone, Y/n saw two beautiful homes. 

Stepping off the brick path, Y/n’s feet swayed beneath her. Noises invaded her ears and she began blinking harshly. The stone path before her began to flicker, and Y/n let out a small sigh. 

She was waking up. 

“Next time,” she whispered. Y/n fell to her knees and shut her eyes. When she opened them again, she was looking up at her ceiling. 

A secret smile on her face. 

Finding herself at the entrance to two houses, surrounded by forest and green, Y/n was back in The Dreaming for the first time in ten years. 

Every night for the last ten years, Y/n had tried to dream. She had tried every tea, herb, and scent, and yet she slept dreamless. 

It was an odd feeling, to be back. And to have been gone. 

This night had been the one night in ten years where Y/n felt truly alone. She had laid in her bed content, filled to the brim with love, but had wished to share it with someone. Immortality was a blessing hidden in a curse. And yet, she wished to live. 

Being alone was a privilege Y/n had great acquaintance with, but she loved it. She had trouble identifying the difference between freedom and loneliness. 

Lifting her maroon dress, Y/n walked towards the stone path she had seen ten years ago. She could hear faint voices from the houses.

Stepping on the stone path, Y/n felt a chill press into her skin. With each step, the chill pressed harder and harder until Y/n was gasping, in pain. Pushing herself, Y/n reached the end of the path, and laid her eyes on two houses. Before her eyes fell on two men.

“For heaven’s sake, Abel, if you cannot keep your gargoyle’s waste off my property, I will kill you.” 

“Sorry, Cain. I promise Goldie’s trying.” 

“Do not blame the gargoyle, Abel. They are intelligent creatures. You on the other hand…”

Y/n slowed at the sight of the two men. They were both short, with similar dark hair, beards, and brown skin. The one slightly taller had a sharpness to him. He was dressed slightly less proper than the other, shorter one. His ears were also pointy. The shorter one, Y/n noticed, had a softer look.

Staying on the edge of the stone path, Y/n raised her hand. “Hello, gentleman!” She called out. 

Both of the men whipped their heads to her, mouths falling agape. The taller one tightened his grip on his yardstick. The shorter one smiled, raising his hand. 

Y/n slowly walked towards them, taking in the beautiful scenery. She noticed how both houses complemented each man. They resembled countryside cottages. 

Stopping before them, she smiled. Before she could offer her name or another greeting, the one with pointy ears spoke first. 

“Who are you?” His eyes narrowed. “What are you? How did you get here?”

Before she could answer his questions, the shorter one cut her off. “Be nice, Cain. She’s a visitor!”

Cain turned to his brother, ready to wage a war. Y/n, having been quiet long enough, spoke. 

“My name is Y/n. I am human. And I woke up here.” 

“What do you mean you woke up here?” Cain’s words were accusatory, loud. 

“Last time I fell asleep, I walked along a path that brought me here. Then I woke up. When I fell asleep today, I dreamt of being here.” 

Cain and the other man she assumed to be her brother, stared at her. The other one’s eyes widened.

“You are a human?”

Y/n nodded. “Yes. Mind I ask what your name is?” 

“Abel. I am Abel and this is my brother,” he pointed at the man next to him, “Cain.” 

Y/n blinked. Once. Twice. “Cain and Abel? As in the sons of Adam and Eve?”

Cain and Abel looked at each other and then at Y/n. They both nodded. “Yes and no,” Cain said. “We are dreams that embody who we once were on Earth.” 

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. “Dreams that embody…” She glanced at her hands, making sure she had ten fingers. “This is my dream. Have I dreamt you?” 

Y/n felt confused. First, it was Marco Polo. A man she had never met, nor heard of. Now, it was Cain and Abel, men who had died a long, long time. 

Cain scoffed. “We are not your dreams, we are part of The Dreaming. And you should not be here. You do not belong.” 

“Cain,” Abel said. “She’s the first visitor we have had in a long time. I want her to meet Gregory! Oh, and Goldie.” 

Cain’s eyes burned with rage, but he swallowed it. Y/n tried to remember their story, but all she could recall was murder. Unconsciously, she shifted closer to Abel. 

Abel and Y/n looked at Cain, expectedly. With a resigned sigh that promised a war, Cain nodded. 

“I suppose since you are already here, we can entertain you.” 

Abel smiled at Y/n and waved her closer. As soon as Y/n stepped onto the grass, the land beneath her rumbled and her knees buckled. Cain and Abel held each other. 

Once the land stopped shaking, Cain and Abel looked at Y/n. “Are you sure you are human?” Abel asked her. Y/n nodded, hoping to convince them and herself. “Promise.” 

Abel, satisfied, smiled at her. “Well, come on then. Let me show you my home first.” 

Y/n walked towards Abel. He motioned towards his home. “This is The House of Secrets. It is a focal location here, in The Dreaming.” 

Y/n took in the cottage. It looked welcoming. “It is very beautiful, Abel.” Abel smiled, pleased. “It changes periodically,” he explained. “Secrets change, develop, as does the House.” He stopped just outside the door, frowning. “This is as far as I can take you.” 

Y/n smiled, content. She had already seen so much.

“Thank you, Abel. Can I ask you a question?” 

Abel nodded, giving Y/n his full attention. “What is The Dreaming? How can I dream…this?” 

Abel scratched his beard. “Well, this is The Dreaming. When humans sleep, they come here. As for your second question, you should ask Lucienne.” 

“Who is Lucienne?”

“The chief librarian. She has almost all the answers. However…you could ask Lord Morpheus. If you ever meet him.” 

A wave of warmth washed over Y/n at the name. The pit of her stomach fluttered and her heart skipped a beat. “Lord Morpheus?” 

“Yes,” Abel said. “He is the Ruler of The Dreaming.” 

“Of course,” Y/n said. “How can I meet Lucienne?” 

Abel raised an eyebrow, bringing his finger to his chin. “Not sure. Human’s can not enter the Heart of The Dreaming.” 

Before Y/n could ask anymore, a small, golden, winged animal flew by her, landing on Abel’s shoulder. Y/n watched with utmost curiosity and amazement at the animal. Its large eyes looked at her, and she could have sworn it smiled. 

“Y/n,” Abel smiled at her. “Meet Goldie.” 

Y/n’s eyes softened at the animal. She gently reached out, hovering her hand over its head. Goldie tilted his chin up, her fingers brushing against his head.

“Beautiful,” she whispered. Looking at Abel, she asked him: “What is it?” 

Abel blinked, he had never met anyone who did not know what a gargoyle was. With a jolly laugh, he patted Goldie’s head. “Goldie’s a gargoyle. Just a baby, though.” 

“A gargoyle?” Y/n thought back to palace statues and old paintings. They did not look like this. They had been used as symbols of fear, but Goldie looked anything but. 

“Have you yet to meet a gargoyle?” 

Y/n nodded, suddenly shy. “The animals where I come from are not so… magical.”

“Would you like to hold him?”

Y/n’s eyes shifted from Goldie to Abel’s smiling face. He scooped the gargoyle in his hands and held him out. “Goldie is very friendly. His baby teeth have yet to come in.” 

Y/n put her hands out. They trembled softly. She had been fine with mysterious lost men and biblical brothers, but a gargoyle felt different. Real. A proper dream. 

Placing Goldie in her hands, Abel stepped back. Y/n laughed when Goldie rubbed his head against her thumb. His skin felt similar to the scales of a snake, yet softer. She brought Goldie closer to her face, smiling at him. 

“You are exquisite,” she told him. 

“Abel!” 

At the sound of Cain’s loud, thundering voice, Abel and Y/n jumped. Frightened, Goldie flew out of Y/n’s hands and back to the roof of the House of Secrets. 

Y/n and Abel turned to find Cain standing with his arms crossed, an impatient look on his face. 

“That is enough,” Cain said. “Send her to my side so she can leave.” 

Abel nodded, frowning. “Thank you for visiting, Y/n. I hope to see you soon.” 

Y/n smiled, patting Abel’s hand. “Thank you, Abel. I shall never forget this.” Before Y/n walked to Cain’s side, she leaned towards Abel. “Cain is harmless, correct?” 

Abel laughed but his eyes felt strained. “Do not worry, Y/n. The only person Cain will ever harm or kill is me. You will be fine.” 

Mortified by his confession, Y/n wanted to ask questions, but Cain’s expectant voice interrupted her. 

“Any day now!” 

Smiling at Abel, she walked to Cain’s side. She noticed how his cottage was taller and darker looking. It looked imbalanced, like a story with one truth told many times. 

Cain waited for Y/n with his arms crossed, his foot tapping the ground beneath him in a rapid, steady pattern. 

Once she reached him, Y/n smiled. “Your house is very beautiful, Cain.” 

Ice melted from Cain’s eyes and he dropped his arms. “Thank you.” He began walking and Y/n followed him. “This is the House of Mystery. My home.” 

Y/n’s eyes followed the intricate patterns of the vines, each leading to its own mystery. The cottage had its own tower at the very top, with a dark window. 

“Does your home change as Abel’s does?” 

“No,” Cain answered, shortly. After a moment, he sighed. “Come. I will let you meet Gregory.” 

Cain began walking towards the side of his home, and Y/n quickly followed behind him. Her eyes wandered, taking in the scenery. There was a shed and piles of flowers, scattered along the property. 

Cain stepped aside and Y/n’s eyes fell on a large, sleeping gargoyle. Letting out a surprised laugh, she looked at Cain, amazed. 

“This is Gregory.” 

“He is… green.” 

Cain blinked, surprised at her conclusion. “Yes. Gregory is green.” He raised a bushy brown eyebrow at her. “Not very bright, are you?” 

Y/n stared at Cain before breaking out in a wide smile. Her smile blinded Cain, and he looked away. 

“I have been told worse.” 

Ignoring her, Cain tapped Gregory’s nose. Gregory released a long breath through his nose, fluttering his eyes open. Waking his body, the large gargoyle pushed himself up, shaking away slumber. 

For the first time in her presence, Cain smiled when Gregory brushed his nose against his hand. Watching him, Y/n realized how much love Cain truly carried within him.

It was not his fault, Y/n thought, that his story had been written this way. 

“What a good boy you are,” Cain whispered. 

Gregory, with his large eyes, shifted his gaze to Y/n. Curious, he tilted his head. Grunting. 

“Yes,” Cain answered. “She is human.” 

“You can understand him?” 

Cain nodded, stepping aside. “All residents within The Dreaming can understand Gregory.”

Gregory stared at Y/n and she smiled, unsure of what to say. “Hello, Gregory.” She raised her hand in a limp wave. “You are magnificent.” 

Gregory grunted, and Cain looked bewildered. His eyes darted to Y/n before settling on her. 

“Are you sure, Gregory?” Cain asked, hesitantly. Gregory grunted, to which Cain stepped back. Looking at her, Cain spoke his words slowly. “Gregory would like to speak to you. Alone.” 

Y/n eyes widened and she looked from Cain to Gregory. “I cannot understand him.” 

Cain’s lips lifted into a lopsided smile. “Yet, human. Yet.” 

Cain turned and walked away, leaving Y/n alone with a large gargoyle. She threaded her fingers together, trying to keep her excitement and fear at bay. 

Stepping towards Y/n,  Gregory lifted his head. Striking eyes stared at her, swirling with wisdom she had yet to earn. Gregory parted his mouth and licked Y/n’s cheek. Y/n stared at Gregory, her mouth agape in surprise. 

Y/n felt Gregory’s drool seep into her skin, she reached to her once wet cheek with awe. She looked at Gregory with questions that rested on the tip of her tongue. “What have you…?” 

Y/n felt a soft prodding within her mind. A push at her conscience. With little hesitance, she opened her mind, welcoming a rush of warmth. 

A low, slow voice whispered in her mind. It felt ancient, all-knowing. “You are not human.” 

Staring into Gregory’s eyes, Y/n knew the gargoyle was speaking to her. “I am,” she responded. “I am human. I have always been human.” 

“May you always be connected to your humanity, Y/n. Immortality is water, and you are but a stone. Slowly, with time, you will erode. Fragments will wash away and your humanity will dissolve.” 

Y/n stepped back. Gregory’s words felt remorseful, promising. The concept of immortality had been left untouched by Y/n for years. She simply wished to live a mundane life for as long as she loved. 

“Thank you, Gregory.” Hesitantly, Y/n lifted her hand and rested it upon Gregory’s snout. “You said I am not human. Why?” 

Gregory’s head shook slightly. “Not all curiosity is welcomed, Y/n.” 

Receiving the message, Y/n nodded. She rubbed Gregory’s snout, enjoying the feeling of his skin under hers. She breathed in the fresh air, feeling content. 

Y/n heard footsteps approach her and she turned her head, smiling at Abel and Cain. The brothers watched her with a newfound appreciation, once she could not place. 

In the distance, a loud caw echoed. Y/n lifted her head to the sky. She had heard that sound before. Y/n, Cain and Abel, and Gregory watched as a black and white raven landed on a nearby tree. 

Narrowing her eyes, Y/n smiled. She lifted her hand off Gregory and waved at the raven. 

“Jessamy!” 

Jessamy croaked in response, watching Y/n with the same precision she used in the Waking World. 

“You know Jessamy?” Abel asked Y/n. 

Y/n nodded. “Oh, yes. I must have dreamt her here. She is a friend from…”

“The Waking World?” Abel finished. 

Y/n smiled at him. “Yes. I wonder why I dreamed of her here.” 

Abel opened his mouth, but Cain dug his elbow into Abel’s stomach, quieting him. 

At her stare, Cain lifted his shoulders. “I think you should leave, human. Follow the raven back to your own dream.” 

Y/n sighed, feeling dreadful. She did not want to wake up. She loved it here. It fulfilled her heart and yearning for company. 

“I see,” she said. “Thank you for having me, Cain and Abel. I shall remember you both forever.”

Y/n turned, walking towards the stone path. Abel waved and Cain stood still, his arms beside him. Stepping onto the stone, Y/n turned back and smiled at the brothers. With each step further away, Y/n felt the thread of loneliness tighten around her heart. 

Walking towards Jessamy, Y/n noticed how she looked bigger, more regal than she did in the Waking World. Nearing the raven, Y/n smiled. “Now, why would I dream you?” 

Jesammy’s head tilted. She had been a raven for Morpheus and The Dreaming for a long time. And yet, she had never met a woman like Y/n. The raven, Morpheus’s most trusted, quite liked watching over the human.

Jessamy perched on the branch before she flew off towards the edge of The Dreaming, guiding Y/n to the place meant for her. The part of The Dreaming Morpheus instructed Jessamy to bring Y/n. Making sure the human followed, Jessamy flew low to the ground. 

Y/n ran behind Jesssamy, wind brushing her hair and tussling her dress. The trees pulled towards her, grass parted as she stepped, and the air hugged her. She felt young, free, and so infinitely loved. 

Jessamy stopped on a low hanging branch. She had reached the edge of The Dreaming. Looking down, her black orbs stared at Y/n’s huffing figure. Letting out a final caw, she flew off towards the heart of The Dreaming. Returning to Morpheus. 

Y/n watched Jessamy fly away. She tasted a tinge of a bittersweet goodbye. Although it was a dream, Y/n could not help but feel that when she woke, she would never see Jessamy again. 

“Goodbye, friend.” 

The smell of cigars wafted through the air, mixing with the sweet smell of flowers and freshly cut grass. 

Y/n’s eyes opened to the sound of haughty laughter. Brushing her hair away from her eyes, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, her gaze settling on a black raven and a man with a pumpkin head. 

Shifting her eyes from the odd pair, Y/n breathed in the fresh air of The Dreaming, glad to be back after thirty years. She stood, patting down her soft pink dress. At the sound, the raven and pumpkinhead turned to face her. 

“Merv, she’s awake!” 

“I see that, bird. Great observation.” 

Anxious as to what her time in The Dreaming would show her, Y/n waved at the pair before she walked towards them. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the man with the pumpkin head had a body made out of wood, and he was smoking. 

“Hello, there.” Y/n smiled. “My name’s Y/n.” 

“You shook The Dreaming when you appeared, Y/n.” 

Y/n blinked. Thirty years was enough to forget about the magic The Dreaming held. And a speaking pumpkin was beyond her imagination. 

“Merv,” the black raven sighed. “Just introduce yourself.” 

Blowing out cigar smoke, Merv extended his gloved hand towards Y/n. “Mervyn Pumpkinhead, at your service.” 

Y/n carefully grasped his hand before gently shaking it. She could feel the hardness of wood beneath his gloves. 

The raven cleared his throat. “And I am Matthew, Lord Morpheus’s most trusted emissary.” 

That name, Y/n remembered. I have heard it before. 

Staring at the raven, Y/n smiled, remembering her old friend. “I did not know ravens spoke. The only raven I knew, Jessamy, never spoke.” 

Merv and Matthew stared at Y/n before Merv narrowed his hollow eyes. “You know Jessamy?” 

Y/n nodded. “I do. I have not seen her in years, but she was a friend.” 

“Interesting,” Merv said, curiously. He glanced behind Y/n before looking at her. “Any reason as to why the ground shook when you appeared here?” 

Y/n pursed her lips. She did not know why The Dreaming always had a moment of imbalancement when she made an appearance. Instead of answering the man that resembled bogeyman that farmers used to scare away birds, she clapped her hands. 

“I have not visited The Dreaming in quite some time. Would you care to show me around?” 

Matthew nodded, cawing. He spread his wings and lifted off the ground, setting himself on Merv’s shoulder. “Merv was just doing rounds. You should join us!” 

Before Merv could disagree, Y/n smiled and began walking. Merv looked at Matthew with exasperation before following her. His legs were long and caught up with her quickly, until they walked side-by-side.

“Are you a dream, Mervyn?” 

The pumpkinhead sighed, seemingly annoyed with the conversation that had yet to begin. “Just Merv, please. And yes. I take charge of the construction, maintenance, and demolition work in The Dreaming.” 

Y/n hummed, listening. “I see. I did not realize that The Dreaming did not repair itself.”

Merv scoffed. “Oh, kid, trust me. It can. Dream can will The Dreaming to change. I exist because of free labor.” 

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. “Funnily enough, I know someone named Dream as well.” 

Y/n looked at Matthew. “You called yourself an emissary?” 

Matthew nodded. “That’s right. Ever since Jessamy chose jobs in the Waking World, I have replaced her as Morpheus’s raven.” 

“Can I meet Morpheus?” 

Merv halted midstep, turning his head to stare at Y/n with his mouth agape. “Humans do not meet the Ruler of The Dreaming. He’s dramatic that way.” 

Disappointed, Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “Oh. Very well, then.” 

“Say,” Matthew began. “What were you doing just laying there?” 

“I always lay on the grass before I open my eyes.” 

Matthew and Merv shared a look Y/n was desperate to translate. Before she could ask, Merv pointed to their left. “I have a house to repair there. Let’s go.” 

Turning, they walked towards the house. Y/n’s eyes deceived her as the scenery changed from a forest to rocky mountains.

As if stepping into a new world, her eyes soaked in all it had to offer. A small cottage sat in between two mountains, a river intricately placed, protecting it. 

“How is this possible?” 

Merv glanced at Y/n before knocking on the door. “The shorter answer is magic. The longer answer is too long.” 

A winged woman with pointed ears and light hair answered the door, her dress shimmered in the sun. Y/n’s mouth parted in awe, having never seen a fairy. 

Merv tilted his head upwards in greeting. “What is it this time, Fae?” 

“Back door, Merv. I keep hitting it.” Her voice was soft, child-like. Bright, golden eyes met hers and Y/n grinned. The fairy smiled, waving shyly at her. “You brought a guest, Merv.” 

“I came too!” Y/n was unsure whether ravens could frown, but she assumed Matthew was doing so. 

Fae giggled, motioning them inside. “Matthew! How lovely to see you.” 

The inside of Fae’s home was magical. It was beyond anything Y/n had ever seen, and she had seen many homes. Merv walked through the cottage as if he owned it and pulled a singular tool from his belt. 

Y/n watched Merv work from afar as Matthew and Fae spoke to each other, quietly. She basked in the normalcy she felt being here, in The Dreaming. It was unlike anything she felt when awake. 

“Can I offer you anything?” 

Y/n turned to find Fae looking at her with shy eyes and a small smile. Shaking her head, she introduced herself. “My name is Y/n.”

“Fae,” the fairy responded. “Are you a new dream?” 

Y/n’s eyebrows lifted. “A new dream? I do not think so. I am human.” 

Fae’s nose scrunched and she looked at Matthew before looking back at her. “Human? But you are here.” 

“Yes,” Y/n said. “Merv and Matthew brought me along.” 

Fae was beyond comprehension. She chose not to speak further and simply smiled at Y/n. 

“Done,” Merv said. He turned to look at Fae with a frown. “Try not to break anything for some time.” 

Fae smiled a secretive smile. “I shall try.” 

Merv and Matthew walked out the open door, and Y/n followed. She turned to look back at the fairy and waved. “Goodbye, Fae!” 

Fae raised her hand, smiling. “Farewell, Y/n.” 

Turning, Y/n found herself back in her treasured, familiar forest. Mervyn leaned against a large tree, smoking. Matthew flew in circles, stretching his wings. 

The sight felt comforting to Y/n. A small part of her wondered if this is what she missed in her waking life. The magical nonsense an immortal being should be surrounded with.

“Well, kid,” Merv smiled. “Duty calls elsewhere.” 

Matthew landed on her shoulder and Y/n pet his head. “Can I ask you a question before you leave, Merv?” 

Merv nodded. “What is it?” 

“Can a human… stay in The Dreaming?” 

Laughing jadedly, Merv shook his head. “Funny, kid.” At her wide eyes and downturned lips, he sighed. “The Dreaming is a realm for humans to visit.” 

“Unfortunate,” Y/n tried to smile. “I suppose I will have to visit often, then.” 

Mathew chirped beside her. “When you visit next, come find me! I’ll give you a tour.” 

Y/n grinned. “Thank you, Matthew.” 

Mercy pushed himself off the tree, beckoning Matthew to follow. “See you later, kid.” 

Y/n watched the pumpkinhead and raven walk away until they disappeared within the trees. Releasing a long breath, she decided to wander until she woke up. 

Walking in the opposite direction, Y/n mulled over all she had learned about The Dreaming. She had yet to meet other humans, and she wondered about the Ruler of The Dreaming. 

Lord Morpheus.

A warm pull tugged at her, making her stumble. 

“Careful, there.” 

Y/n’s eyes snapped to a man with golden hair and white clothing. He leaned against a tree, his eyes covered with round, black lenses. His smile was menacing, and everything about him, despite his light look, felt dark. Dangerous. 

Y/n smiled at him, pushing away ill feelings. She had yet to meet an unpleasant creature in The Dreaming. 

“You alright?” 

Y/n nodded, smoothing out her dress. “Yes, thank you. I’m Y/n.” 

The well-dressed man pushed himself off the tree and walked towards Y/n, the way predators stalk their prey. Y/n tried her best not to cower. 

Extending his hand, the man bowed lightly.

“Corinthian.” He kissed Y/n’s hand. “A pleasure.” 

Y/n smiled. “I was just walking aimlessly. Would you like to join me?” 

The Corinthian’s smile was unlike anything Y/n had ever seen. It repelled the forest, pushing the trees away. “It would be an honor.” 

Linking arms at the elbows, Y/n and the Corinthian began walking. Their skin did not touch, but Y/n could feel chills run through her. 

“Are you a dream, Corinthian?”

Corinthian let himself dwell on the notion of being a dream for a moment before he answered. 

“Unfortunately, I am not.” He watched Y/n’s reaction. “I’m a nightmare.” 

“A… nightmare?”

The Corinthian nodded, feeding off her slight fear. She hid it well, Corinthian mused. Very well. 

“Does that frighten you?”

Y/n considered her answer. It did not frighten her as much as it surprised her. In her mind, nightmares were dark and terrifying creatures. Words she would not use to describe the man beside her. 

“No,” she decided. “A human must dream and have nightmares for a balanced life. I suppose I did not expect a nightmare to be so… charming.” 

The Corinthhian smiled, pleased. “Is that right?” He swiftly turned them towards the direction of the Gatekeepers. “Can I ask you something, Y/n?”

Y/n nodded. “Anything.” 

“What is it like to be human? Free?”

Y/n tilted her head in thought. She had not been expecting a question about freedom. After a few quiet moments, she answered. 

“To be human is to be alone. Wrong. Free, yet not completely. I am fortunate enough to be able to do what I please, but many others cannot. Freedom is not definite, and means something different for each person.” 

The Corinthian said nothing as he digested her words. Her words were human enough, and they quietened the hum in his heart. 

Y/n’s eyes grew heavy and she slowed. She recognized the feeling. Her body was waking, and she silently cursed it. 

The Corinthian unlinked their arms, tipping his head. “A pleasure, Y/n. We will have to do this again.” 

Before she woke, Y/n watched him walk away until the world around her grew hazy and she shut her eyes. 

The smell of oak and ink invaded Y/n’s nose as she opened her eyes, finding herself at the entrance to a vast and never-ending library. 

Aisles and aisles of books surrounded her. Some with names and others with titles she had never read. Low, yellow lights illuminated the library, reminding her of her own library. She swallowed her disappointment, replacing it with awe. 

With a gentleness only a scholar could afford, she traced the spines of the books as she walked down an aisle, whispering the titles under her breath. It had been seventy years since Y/n had visited The Dreaming for the first time, and she was glad she had dreamed of a library instead of a forest. 

Reaching the end of the aisle, Y/n found a staircase leading to a higher level. Curious, she climbed the stairs quietly. Walking down the corridor, she found herself mesmerized by the architecture of the library. Much like her own, this library was made completely of wood and metal. 

Reaching large wooden doors with intricate designs made by vines, she pushed them open. The walls of the room held an uncountable amount of books, and in the middle, a large pedagogical desk rested. Walking into the room, Y/n’s eyes drank in the room. 

The organized chaos was pleasing to her. It resembled her own library, her life. She silently praised the occupant of the room, hoping to meet them. An inkling told her she would be good friends with them. 

Brushing the spines, she breathed in the familiar smell of ink and wood. 

“Can I help you?” 

Startled, Y/n spun to face the office doors. Her eyes landed on a black woman wearing a brown suit. Her hands were locked, resting on her stomach. Her shaved head displayed her pointed ears, which resembled Cain and Abel’s. Circular, vintage eyeglasses rested on her nose. 

“Oh my, you surprised me.” Y/n placed a hand on her resting heart, willing it to slow. At the woman’s expectant eyebrow, she explained herself. “I apologize,” she said. “I woke here and began to wander. This room looked very tempting. All these stories…” There was awe in Y/n’s voice. 

The woman’s eyebrow lowered until they furrowed.

“Woke here? In the library?” 

Y/n nodded, giving the woman her full attention.

“Yes.” 

The woman pushed her eyeglasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “That is not…” She paused before smiling. “I am Lucienne. The chief librarian. This is my library.” 

A relieved laugh escaped Y/n before she grinned. “Lucienne? Oh, how I have wanted to meet you. I am Y/n.” 

At her name, Lucienne’s smile dropped and her eyes widened. Y/n watched an infinite amount of emotions dance across Lucienne’s face before she settled on nonchalance. 

“A pleasure to meet you, Y/n.” Lucienne’s words seemed earnest, but Y/n was no fool to faux pleasantry. She had, after all, spent centuries with all kinds of men and women. 

Lucienne walked into the room and sat at her desk. She motioned for Y/n to take the opposite chair.

“Please,” she said. “Join me.” 

Y/n joined Lucienne, sitting on the opposing chair. Both women looked at each other before smiling. Y/n’s eyes travelled along the book titles. “The books,” she began. “I have never seen nor heard of many of them.”

Lucienne laid her hands flat on the desk. “My library consists of the books and stories that have ever been dreamed, volumes that do not exist in the waking world.”

“That is magnificent,” Y/n whispered. Lucienne could not help but smile at her awe, knowing Y/n loved books as much as she did. 

“The names…”

“The library consists of records of every human’s life in the Waking World as well as The Dreaming.” 

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Does that mean I have a book?” 

Lucienne pursed her lips, contemplating. She was unsure of how much to share with Y/n.

“Not entirely,” Lucienne finally answered. “You are a special case, Y/n.” Before Y/n could ask questions, Lucienne spoke again. “I am afraid I cannot share anymore.” 

Deflating, Y/n sat back in her seat. She decided she would add Lucienne’s words to the never-ending list of questions and the unexplained. Changing course, she asked Lucienne a question that had been on the tip of her tongue. 

“Abel said you had all the answers. Do you, Lucienne?” 

Threading her fingers together, Lucienne tilted her head, curious. “That would depend on the question, Y/n.” 

Hesitancy dancing on her tongue, Y/n pursed her lips. Sighing, she met Lucienne’s penetrating gaze. “Is it possible to meet someone here, in The Dreaming?” 

A list of potential names appeared in Lucienne’s mind. “It is.” After a moment, she asked, “who are you looking for, Y/n?” 

For the first time in a long time, Y/n felt nervous. After many years, she finally understood why she had begun to dream. 

“Immortality is a blessing,” she said. “I am thankful for it everyday. I have loved and lived. However… I never realized how lonely it would get.” 

Lucienne drank in her words. Her interactions with humans were limited, and hearing Y/n speak opened Lucienne’s mind to human wants and needs. Books could only teach so much.  

“There is a man, well, not a man, but a being who visits me every century on the same day. He is not a conversationalist, nor has he many manners, but his company washes away the loneliness. Perhaps it is because he too is immortal, and understands.” 

Lucienne’s breathing stopped, and her heart sped up. From context, she knew it was Morpheus that Y/n spoke of. Lucienne assumed it had been a loved one, perhaps a husband or friend that Y/n yearned to meet. 

Lord Morpheus had never been an option. 

“This… being,” Lucienne kept her voice light, “what is his name?” 

Y/n smiled. “Oneiros.” 

Against her better judgement, Y/n missed the strange man’s company. It was comforting to know she would see a familiar face when those around her passed, and that he would find her anywhere. 

A hundred years was too many years. Even for an immortal. 

Lucienne released a long breath. She could not tell Y/n that the being she wished to see was the King of Dreams, the Ruler of Nightmares. 

 “I have never heard of him.” Lucienne’s voice wavered.

The lie burned Lucienne’s tongue, a dark mark on her once clean record. Lucienne was not a liar, but she had become one now. For The Dreaming, she reasoned. That is all. 

Y/n’s shoulders sagged and she frowned. Years of interactions had her fluent in human behaviour. She knew Lucienne was lying, but Y/n was in no position to call on a dream.

Compared to Lucienne, Y/n was a singular file, one in millions. 

“I see,” Y/n hummed. “Perhaps that is for the best. I will see him in thirty years.”

Lucienne smiled. Her eyes drifted behind Y/n for a moment before settling back on her. “I apologize, Y/n, but I have business to attend to. You are free to explore my library as you wish.”

Y/n smiled at Lucienne. “It was very nice to meet you, Lucienne. I hope we meet again.” 

Lucienne walked out of the room and turned down the hall, disappearing. Y/n sat in the chair for a minute before standing and making her way back to the main floor. The closed walls and infinite books soothed her spinning mind. 

Strolling down a random aisle, Y/n said every name she read outloud. These were stories of actual people that lived, had lived, or would live. Y/n’s eyes landed on a name she had not thought about in years. 

Pulling out the maroon book, she read the title softly, a laugh bubbling in her throat. 

“The Travels of Marco Polo.” 

Flipping through the book, her eyes widened as she saw her name. Sitting down, she read the passage written about her out loud:

“‘A dream holds enough treasure to please an ordinary man, but an ordinary man cannot be lost in a dream in search of treasure. He [Marco Polo] had been trapped in a dream for ten years before he met a Goddess. Her name was Y/n and for the first time, his wish was not for treasure or for travels, but home. His dream had changed, and it had come true. With the kindness of a Goddess, Marco was sent home.’”

“Well ain’t that just sweet?”

Y/n lifted her eyes from the page to the familiar face of Mervyn Pumpkinhead. She smiled at him, shutting the book. “Hello, again.” 

Merv raised his hand in greeting. “Should have known it was you.” 

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Sorry?”

“The shaking? It broke a shelf and Lucienne asked me to fix it.” 

Y/n stared at Merv before glancing at the books around her. “I did not feel any shaking.”

“Huh…” Merv shrugged his woody shoulders before looking above her. “You’re an interesting thing, kid. See you around.” 

Merv walked away and as Y/n called out to him, small soft grains of sand hit her face and she grew immensely tired. The book slipped from her hands and her eyes drooped.

Slumping, Y/n’s head rested against a shelf. Before she shut her eyes for good, a blurred familiar face whispered in her ears. 

“Sleep.”

Lucien was a proper and sophisticated dream. She was the chief librarian of The Dreaming. She had innate responsibilities and yet, she could not find it in herself to walk to Morpheus’s throne room.

She ran. 

Pushing open the doors, Lucienne bowed hurriedly before threading her fingers together. 

“Not even a knock, Lucienne?”

Tilting her head to the ground, Lucienne winced. “I’m sorry, my Lord, but there has been a significant development.” A pause, and then, “about Y/n.” 

Morpheus stood on the tenth step, facing his throne. His back was to Lucienne but he could sense her worrisome mood and distress. 

“What is it?”

Lucienne stepped forward, her throat dry. “She appeared in the library, sir. She woke up there and walked around it. It is very rare for a human to make it close enough to the gates, and yet she reached my library?” Lucienne rubbed her hands together. “What is she, my Lord?” 

Morpheus listened to Lucienne with his utmost attention. He could not tell Lucienne that he knew she had woken in the library. Morpheus did not know how to explain to his librarian that he knew when she was here because he felt a pull in him and it did not let go until she was gone. 

Morpheus could not declare to Lucienne that everytime Y/n came closer to him, he allowed it. There was no explanation for his behaviour, for his unconscious need to quiet the hum she rose in him. 

Morpheus would not tell Lucienne that Y/n washed away his loneliness, and that his curiosity about her overpowered his need to implement his rules. 

And so, the Ruler of The Dreaming said nothing of importance. 

“If she brings no harm to The Dreaming, Lucienne, then she is welcome. Just as all humans are.” 

“Do you believe she is human, sir?” Lucienne could not believe that her Lord would dismiss her concerns as so. “She sent Marco Polo home. She appeared before Cain and Abel. She visited another dream. Humans cannot do that.”

Morpheus turned, facing Lucienne. His librarian was distressed, and to ease her mind, Morpheus spoke again. “There are some humans that are stronger dreamers than others. I will look into her, Lucienne. You shall not worry.” 

Lucienne pursed her lips before nodding. After all, it was his realm. 

“Understood, sir.” 

Lucienne hurried out of the throne room and Morpheus sighed. In thirty years, he would see her again and ask his questions.

Morpheus would know the woman haunting his dreams. 

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Don't have the emoji for smut but I had a request that involves it: Reader isn't as experienced with sex as Morpheus is and is nervous about taking their relationship to that level; he assures them that they will get better at sexual things as they gain more experience and that he doesn't mind teaching them.

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the kingdom of dreams | warnings : insecurity, talk of sex, mention of past bad experiences, mention of past partners | a/n : hopefully you enjoy reading this, tysm for requesting☺️💗 | tags : @knight-of-flowerss , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom | dream of the endless playlist

You and Morpheus had been seeing each other for a couple of months now. Your relationship was quite strange.

Usually people this far into a relationship would have done something even a little sexual by now, but Morpheus hadn't even seen you naked.

The only thing he had seen remotely revealing was your ankle (he won't admit it gave him a bit of a rush you know where).

Morpheus had begun to notice that every time he brought up the idea of sex you would completely ignore it and change the subject. Or when he would try and seduce you, you would always shy away from his touch.

Quite frankly, it hurt his pride.

Did you find him revolting?

Currently, you and Morpheus lay on his bed cuddling. None of you were saying anything, just basking in each other's presence.

His brain had been gathering thoughts and inventing new insecurities all day, it was making his head hurt.

"My love."

Morpheus' voice was quiet and soft.

"Hmm?" You replied, your eyes still shut, taking in his scent.

"Do you-" Morpheus hesitated before carrying on. "Do you not want me?"

Your body shot up and you looked down at him in shock. "What on earth makes you say that?"

"You never want me to touch you, or even look at your bare body."

The sadness in his eyes caused a terrible ache in your heart.

"Do you not love me?"

Taking his face gently in your hands, you pressed a subtle kiss on his velvety lips. "Dream, I love you more than words could ever describe. I guess my bad experiences in the past have caused me to shy away from doing anything sexual."

"Bad experiences?" Had someone hurt you?

"No one has ever really satisfied me before, everyone I've been with was only ever concerned about getting a good fuck, so I don't really know much about sex besides the basics." You shifted your gaze from him, embarrassed.

"Darling," Morpheus rose himself gracefully. "I have had many partners in the past, I do know a thing or two." A smirk painted his face before it turned into a soft smile. "I know that I'm not great at communication, but know all you have to do is ask."

Dream leaned in and pressed a fleeting kiss to your neck.

"Thank you, my dream."

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

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

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