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2braincellslz · 2 years ago

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My Prize

Ship: Corinthian x male!reader

Warnings: Corinthian shit, nothing really.

Desc: yn works at a Burlesque show as a bartender but he envies the girls on the stage. He really wants to be able to do what they do. While hes working, a mysterious blond man makes himself known and makes it clear that he isnt here for the girls.

Notes: I'm so deeply in love with the Corinthian. I'm begging yall, send in The Corinthian requests-

You were working your ass off, filling up order after order. Billy, your co-bartender, had left you for some girl. Probably one of the waiters that also wasnt doing her job. His ass was getting payed for flirting while you were going non-stop.

Any second you would get a brake, you would watched the dancers. Swinging their hips and jumping around like they owned the place. Technically, they did. Everyone came to see them.

You envied their style and glamour. You envied their flirtatious nature. You envied the eyes they got from all the attractive men, then men you could only glance at in passing.

On a lucky day. The owner, Chrissy, would ask you to play in the band if one of the guys was out sick, then you would get a lick of what the girls had.

It wasnt like the girls treated you bad. You were THE bartender they would go to if they had a problem and couldn't find Chrissy or Shawn. Whether it was a costume malfunction or a guy that was getting a little too close or a fight that broke out in the back. They invited you to activities too. Last week, they all took a poll dancing class and invited you. Whenever they would got out for pizza or sushi after work, they would invite you. Sometimes, they would try and hook you up with one of the big rollers that would come in. Saying "you deserve someone that will treat you like a prince." Never worked out but you appreciated their efforts.

"Excuse me." You herd a voice speak over the loud music and chatter of the people.

You turned around and there standing infront of you was another example of something you could look at but never thouch. Kinda ironic for the place you worked at.

The man was tall, blond hair, warm brown stylish clothes, a smile that could talk him in to everything, dark sunglasses. How could he see anything right now?

"What do you recommend?" The man leaned forward, forearms resting on the counter.

"Shots of patrons are always very popular. So are Martinis."

"I'll have a martini then."

You hummed in approve as you pulled out a martini glass and started making the mystery man a drink.

"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing working in the back and not up there?" He asked, pointing to the stage.

You had herd that one before.

"Listen, if you are trying to get cheap drinks, you cant talk your way in to it." You smiled, not even looking up from the drink. You couldn't say his comment didnt nothing for you though. A blush creeped up on your face along with a bit of hope that was quickly shoved down.

"Who said I was trying to get cheap drinks, darlin'"

You couldn't help but cough out a suprised laugh, chewing on your lip.

"Right, because any guy like you would be hitting on a guy that works behind a bar with more eyeliner on then most of the girls because you want something other then free drinks." You smiled to hopefully lessen the tension of your mini rant.

"I'm guessing you get a lot of guys flirting for free drinks?"

"More then you would expect." You slid him his drink.

"And how do you know they are only here for drinks and not to talk with a cute boy?" He hummed, sipping his drink.

"Because they leave after they get their drink."

You and the mystery man stared at eachother. You were waiting for his to prove you right. You were waiting for him to leave the stool chair and go back to whatever date he brought here. Yet, he didnt. Maybe he wanted to prove you wrong.

"I havent left yet."

"So you haven't. Would you like a reward?"

The man laughed and you cursed yourself for letting butterfly's fill your chest.

"Reward would be nice. What do you have to offer? A free drink?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Not a chance. But if you stick around long enough, I'll give you a prize. And no, it's not a free drink."

"Alright, that type of prize then?" He finished off the drink.

"Depends."

Then came the next wave of orders. As you worked, filling up the different trays, you half expected the handsome man to leave. It was boring here. More boring then watching the show. But to your suprise, when you were done, he was still there.

You shighed and went back to the man.

"You look great in that outfit. It complements your eyes."

"Oh, thank you." You chuckled, whipping down one of the glasses and placing it with the others. "Not as good as them."

The man swiveled in the chair, turning to look at the dancers. "Are you interested in one of them?"

"No, I dont exactly swing that way."

"You want to be up there, then."

You didnt say anything but you could tell he knew. It was obvious by the way you stared in awe at the girls. Someone who didnt know would probably think you wanted a piece of one of them.

"Have you ever thought of auditioning?"

"I wouldn't be able to do what they do. I would just be a backup dancer for the true stars."

He hummed, turning back to you. "Well, I think, the best view in the place is you."

You looked back at the guy, laughing off his comment. "We may not have any windows but we do have the best view in Hollywood."

"I never got your name, pretty boy."

"Y/n"

"Corinthian."

Corinthian. That sounded oddly familiar but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"Its nice to put a name to a pretty face." You smiled, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, I could say the same for you." His confidence never wavered. Its was very hot. It brought a stronger blush to your face.

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The club was emptying out. The last patrons were emptying out. And the blond man was still keeping you company.

"I stayed the whole time." He said, getting up and grabbing his jacket that he shead some time during yalls conversation. "Wheres my prize?"

"I was just joking about that." You chuckled. "But what do you want."

"Leaning over the counter and close your eyes."

You did as he said. You knew what was coming. It was kinda obvious. And you were right.

A quick kiss was pressed to your lips. It was too short. After all this time you spent with the charmer one small kiss was not enough to feed your need for him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He hummed and he left.

You shighed and glanced over, seeing all the dancers staring in awe.

"YN! " one of the girls practically screamed, running over and hugging you over the counter.

"And I thought you were a lost cause." Another girl smiled.

"I owe Chrissy 30 bucks."

"It was a quick kiss!" You defended yourself but god, did you hope the blond man had more in store for you.

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thomotomo · 2 years ago

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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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sxr-mich-ouh · 1 year ago

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

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iznsfw · 2 years ago

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above the law, (under you)

TWICE's Chou Tzuyu x Male Reader Smut

4,629 words

Categories | lawyer!Tzuyu x criminal!you, thighjob, blowjob

Quick one for TWICE's maknae. Hope you like it.

The thing about law is that it's actually quite flexible. Forget what your law professors taught you and all those fines the government threatens. If you manage to lie with just a bit of space for truth to distort your falsehoods into, you can get out of anything easily. That's certain, actually, no matter what consequences are inscribed into whatever bible juries and judges have. Maybe you'd only have to spend a few days in jail, probably narrowly avoid a death sentence.

At least, that's how it works when you've got a good lawyer.

Oh, yeah, that's what Tzuyu is for. Lucky you.

"So you understand," she says, spreading your files on the desk like it were butter across toast (don't mind the choice of comparison; your stomach is growling), "that it gets suspicious."

Actually, you don't. "Do elaborate."

Tzuyu sighs. She drags a hand along her golden hair. Normally, colored hair in the courtroom would be looked down on, but she's reached that kind of status that it doesn't matter what she does or who she represents—whether she wins or loses the trial for you, she's Chou Tzuyu, and everyone still gives her the deserved respect.

But with you, the situation is more dangerous. It's a hit or miss with you, and now, the two of you are getting closer and closer to missing.

"You've been in and out of juvie since you were in middle school," she says, one pinky up to count the factors. Another as she goes on, "And you haven't stopped robbery and physical assault since then. You raged in the divorce court, too, so trust me: when it comes to custody of your kid, it doesn't get easier."

Three fingers. Three's the charm, right?

"Well," you curl down the sides of your mouth and raise your hands, "obviously."

Again, you're lucky to have Tzuyu. She's the only one who's paid enough to put up with your bullshit. She's the only one who can get you out of said bullshit. If you said that to anybody else, they'd kick you out, and you know enough already about being excluded and rejected.

That's not to say you feel sorry for yourself, just to be clear. You're too used to this rowdy lifestyle that your own actions don't humiliate you. Neither does the fact that you haven't matured from the age of sixteen.

In that case, you do feel sorry for Tzuyu, though. She's an intelligent and beautiful young woman. She's only going forward from here on out, but you'll always hang onto the hem of her dress pants like a tail. You're a mistake that no Mongol pencil top can erase, and that's been sealed into her mind long after she accepted to represent you.

She's the one getting paid anyway. No need to muck over it.

"Did you do it, though?" Tzuyu asks.

"Do what?"

"Did you beat up your ex-wife's husband in front of her?"

Honesty is a virtue that only your lawyer is deserving of. So, "Yeah."

Tzuyu pinches her nose. "And the drunk texts?"

"Uh huh."

"The lamb blood on the yard?"

"All me, baby," you answer.

You're a bit regretful, to be honest. Not for the fucked up shit you did to coax your ex-wife into getting back with you, but with how you failed to use your own blood to write out "YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MINE, DAHYUN!" in front of her house. But you've already crossed one too many lines.

"You sound proud," Tzuyu notes. "Don't you realize how this can influence the trial?"

Do you? Probably, but you've gone to court so many times, against so many people, that it's become like a second home. The Corinthian columns looming over you don't scare you anymore. Neither do the judge and jury.

Maybe the reason you keep fucking shit up is the need for something to feel?

You haven't felt anything in a long time besides anger. Maybe that's it. Maybe that's why you keep doing what you do despite knowing it can ruin your few good relationships with the few good people who deal with you.

"You can get me out of this alright, Tzuyu," you say. Prop your feet on the opposite plush seat that stands at the front of her desk. "Just lie—you know, it's your job."

"I'm a lawyer, not a magician," Tzuyu says, speaking through her grinding teeth. "I'm not another foolproof way to buy yourself out of consequences."

"That's nice. Got that comeback off searching 'badass lawyer quotes'?"

Tzuyu stares at you. She's really too cute to be in a courtroom, but the way her full lips are set and her eyes glare through your soul make you remember that she's up there for a reason. All these certificates and awards placed on her wall and bookshelves aren't out of nothing. She deserves respect from you because she's still your lawyer, she's still your only way out of going to prison.

"You just… don't care, huh," Tzuyu remarks. "Everything about this is just one huge joke to you."

Her tone isn't far from her usual formal one, but it's mixed with realization, too. She realizes that you'll always be like this. It's not your job or your kids or work—it's you. It's all on you.

"But really," she continues, with a small, bitter laugh, "the funny thing is I actually held out hope for you."

She did?

You've been waiting a lifetime to feel something that isn't rage. You're surprised to find out that it would happen, and the thing would be guilt.

"I—I thought that if I did everything I could for you," she says, her fists curling tighter to the beat of every syllable, "for you to get away scot-free, you'd actually put some sense in yourself." She smiles sarcastically. "But I was stupid to think that, wasn't I?"

Everyone's been disappointed in you one way or another. It's no lie that your parents are. There's also a reason why your siblings won't talk to you anymore. But the disappointment riding off Tzuyu's words hurt unexpectedly. It breaks you.

It also, somehow, angers you.

"Get out of my office." She points to the door. "I'm done with you."

"No, you're fucking not," you reply.

Tzuyu's accustomed to your banter and attitude, but that actually stops her in her tracks. She looks at you with disbelief.

Your smile quakes with anger. "We're not done until I say so, Tzuyu."

"That doesn't work on me."

"Come on, let's face it, attorney," you say, stressing the title with false respect. Set your hands on the desk scattered with files and folders. "You like me."

Tzuyu rolls her eyes. "Oh, please, spare me the—"

"No."

Your steps trace a marble path to the back of her desk, to the place that should be off-limits to you. You never raped or anything, but you remain a criminal, and she remains a lawyer who has to set boundaries.

However, all boundaries are crossed when you've got her backed up to the edge of her desk, when her pretty face is centimeters away, and your hands are itching to tear the high fashion uniform off her slender body.

It's the first time you've ever seen Chou Tzuyu scared. Her face is set to a poker expression in the courtroom and out of it, but seeing her parted lips and wide doe eyes ignite your emotions. It's new, it's different, and you love it more than you should.

"Come on, Tzuyu," you press, tilting your head to the side. "You know why you want to keep defending me after all the fuckery I did."

"And what can that be?" Tzuyu asks. Her brows are raised.

Another question, you see. This girl really should stop inquiring about things she knows well the answer to, but, graciously, you say it out loud for her. You're a good guy like that. "Didn't I say it already? You like me. Admit it: you're tired of defending guys who at best stole from Walmart. You want the real horror. You want me."

It's all delusions to grope for the upper hand, but you see Tzuyu's eyes. You can read them well from all the time you've unwillingly(?) spent together, you know that her rare expression of vulnerability means something:

You've caught her.

"Oh." Smile. Your rambling holds some truth after all. "So I'm right. Of course you like me."

"Don't flatter yourself," Tzuyu snaps. She struggles to keep eye contact with you.

"No, no." Guide her face to meet your gaze. "You want some relief. It's not easy being a lawyer, definitely not easier to fall for a psychopath client. But it just happens. You can't control it."

She swallows, looks down, and shakes her head. That's something she's humble enough to admit. "No…"

"Of course. I can give you what you want, you know."

"I don't want anything from you," says Tzuyu. Her eyes fire an unspoken word of caution to you. "You don't know what you're trying to do."

"For a lawyer," you chuckle, "you're a terrible liar. I thought that was the whole thing with you people."

"I told you to leave already."

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," you say, sliding your hands down to her tiny thing of a waist, "until you tell me what you actually feel."

You can feel Tzuyu's breaths accent the rises and rests of her tight midriff. She's contemplating this over, but she knows that she's grown fond of you. You know this, too. Like you said, there's a reason for her staying with you.

You have to admit you've grown fond of seeing her, too. Her face is more than easy on the eyes. Hearing her as well is an everyday delight; her soft voice is melodious, even when she's describing your crimes.

So, what's there to say?

"It's not right," Tzuyu says. The shakes of her head are too repetitive to be sincere. "I can't be biased towards you. I… I have to be professional."

"It's just you and me, sweet," you quip. Step closer so that her body's flush against your form and her gaze can go nowhere. "Live a little. Who cares if it's wrong?"

"My career—" she tries.

"Tzuyu. Come on. Fuck the convict you want so badly. I put you through enough already."

Understanding passes through her eyes, mingled with hesitation and a sprinkle of fear. She wonders, as she peers at your face from a taller height, how you knew about the whole crush ordeal. Was she too obvious? Flirty? Patient? It can be one or the other, and she'd still have to dial it down.

But her heart skips several beats that her words come unrehearsed. Your hands at her waist, so close yet so far to where she needs them to be, trigger her needs.

So, there it is: she needs you. She has to accept that.

"O-okay," Tzuyu finally agrees.

"There you are. You finally came around."

"Just shut up and fuck me."

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" Your shameless kisses end up on her neck and collarbone that peek through the ends of her blazer and the neckline of her innerwear. "I know you thought about it, Tzuyu. How I'd bend you over on this desk, fuck your brains out, make you cum more times than you can count."

As you pull the blazer from her body, Tzuyu hisses, "Don't get too happy, dickhead."

How unprofessional of her. But you have to admit it feels powerful to be able to extract the most unladylike of words from a woman who'd never dare utter them. And you're just getting started—she's only sitting on the edge of her desk, and not even filled with your cock yet.

Your fingers aren't idle. They appreciate her tall curves and the fullness of her thighs. They even slip under that pencil skirt to feel around for her center.

Of course, you find it. You find it under a layer of flimsy shorts and panties. Tease her clit; have her legs join in attempts to undergo the stimulation.

And then—

"Oh my god," she whines. Tzuyu purses her lips. Curls her fingers at the cliff of the desk. "Feels so good."

"I know it does," says you. "Why don't you return the favor? Jerk off my cock with those pretty hands?"

Her posture becomes too straight to be proper as you press your fingers at her sensitive pink walls. "I've done too much for you. Y-you don't deserve any more favors."

That's fair. She's still a smart girl, even when she's soaking your fingers.

Can she be a good girl? To be a good girl or not to be—that is the question.

"You're right. My cock deserves to be inside you, not just in your hand."

The faster pace has Tzuyu's legs jerking. "Fuck you."

Chuckle. "You are."

Maybe you don't need a handjob as a warm-up. Your cock already erects by itself watching Tzuyu react and moan to your digits pumping in and out of her. Her beautiful arms, free from the blazer, struggle and strain to stay upwards with how quick you're fingerfucking her. Her unkempt whines are so unlike her that there's complete pride inside of you, an arrogance, even, that's birthed from the fact that you make her like this. You're so fucked up that it turns her on when it shouldn't, and now that you're fucking her, the immorality of everything gets her wet.

"P-please," she says. Her doe eyes are watery with need.

She's never said that outside of the courtroom, where she says that only for formality's sake. But here she is, anyway, begging you for something she'll have to spell out if she doesn't want you to go crazy and fuck her in every corner of her office.

Maybe that's what you'd do anyway.

"What is it, Tzuyu?" you ask. Your fingers strain while the heel of your hand hits and rubs her clit. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

"Please," again, "faster. Oh my god, that's all I ever want, please go faster."

No more do her legs close. Rather, they part. They welcome your thrusts and rubs. She's completely allowing you to fuck her, despite how wrong it is and how it can screw up your future trials. Bias this and bias that are things she doesn't care about anymore. All she knows is that her nipples ache to be pinched, and her pussy awaits more of your thrusts because she's close. So close that she could taste euphoria already.

"Should I go rougher, hm?"

"Please, fffuck, I don't know." As you squeeze one of her handful-sized breasts, she bites her lip hard. "Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, make me c-cum—"

When Tzuyu orgasms, it's messy yet quiet. Her formality shows up even in sex. Her moans are tight and so is her pussy as it clenches down on your fulfilling digits, and you have to perk your ears up to hear her sounds of pleasure. She's still a quiet girl, barely talkative (though you've managed to pull a few pleas out of her already), and you're completely trying to change that with your pumps.

Your lips create a purple bruise on her neck. Tzuyu sighs and gasps helplessly. She's wetting your fingers like a flood, and you keep provoking the natural yet woman-made disaster; you drag your fingers at her velvety, weak spots and venture deeper.

You don't have to ask her if it was good. She's panting heavily, and sucks on the soaked fingers you've led to her face to calm herself down. Watching her pink lips work away at your hand, as if she were suckling something completely different, makes you more turned on. Her warm wet mouth deserves to be somewhere else rather than just your pointer and middle.

"Now that wasn't so bad," you say. Draw them out of her mouth. "You didn't leave any for me to taste. How selfish."

"You still could." Tzuyu points to her mouth.

It's clear that she's wanted you to kiss her forever. When your lips press against her mouth, she immediately slips her tongue inside. You return the favor, but also to have her own self-made taste of love.

As expected, she's fucking delicious.

You hold her head in place as the two of you kiss for seconds that felt like hours. After, you're breathless.

"You're a good kisser," she comments.

"You want me to tell you what else is good?"

"Oh, please. Show, not tell."

Your belt's off and soon, your trousers are as well. Tzuyu's gazing at your hard cock with admiration. It just boosts your pride and arrogance—you can never tell the difference between the two when they mix and match with each other so often.

"No one told me criminals had big dicks," says Tzuyu. She skates her hand on your cock, stroking it softly. Her eyes have left it and instead seal on your faltering gaze.

"You learn something new everyday." Try not to make your shuddering breaths obvious when she starts jerking you off. "You like?"

"I think… I think I want to suck it."

"Go ahead. No one's stopping you."

"There're a lot of people stopping me," she informs you. "If they find out I'm fucking a client, then what?"

She doesn't live up to her words of concern because she hops off the table cleanly and kneels anyway. Her small face looks even tinier next to your cock. And you realize now how her mouth is miniscule too after she wraps her lips around your cockhead.

You shiver.

Tzuyu's staring again.

This time, her large eyes are directed up at you. She doesn't have to focus on your dick when her mouth is doing it for her. With each harsh swipe of her tongue on your tip and the drawing of her mouth closer to the base, your cock grows wetter with her drool and precum.

"Your mouth is amazing, Tzuyu," you say. You're not afraid to admit that.

She responds to you not with words, but with more suckling. She closes her lips around your base then slowly brings her mouth up. She repeats this cycle of pleasure until your whole rod is coated with her. When she feels you throb in her orifice, she giggles—what's more satisfying than seeing the guy who put her through hell become weak?

You're in a daze of your own, too. As much as you like seeing Tzuyu dominate the court with her steady voice and no-nonsense look, she looks so much better when she's on her knees. When her hands wrap your hips to thrust her head forward and force your length down her tight throat. When the usually serious look in her eyes fades into obscurity and is replaced with an almost innocent look that says "come on, use me, fuck my mouth."

That's exactly what you do anyway. You don't need her prodding to fuck her pretty face.

Tzuyu's hums vibrate on your sensitive flesh. The back of your cock slides deliciously on her tongue and almost all of your rod slides down her throat. It bulges; you can tell even without looking down. She's a slim girl after all. It's easy to fuck and fold and use her. This situation isn't any different.

"Yeah, that's it," you say, grinning. "Take my cock, Tzuyu. Take it like a good girl."

Her ears burn. Her thighs squirm together, and that's how you find out that she might like being called a good girl more than you'd think. Stroking her hair that looks like it was personally woven with real gold has her whining. You can't believe the tough lawyer has a submissive side, too.

Has she done this before? She seems to be taking the thrusts to the back of her throat well. Perhaps she simply enjoys this. You'll never know.

"I'm gonna cum, Tzuyu," you announce. "You better swallow it all like the slut you are."

Her cheeks hollow as your cum fills her mouth. Her lips remain sealed on your tip so the flow of your semen ends up nowhere but inside her.

After you pull out, you realize then that you've just fucked your lawyer's face. It's like everything was a lucid dream that eventually blended into reality, because there's Tzuyu, still kneeling and gulping down your cum, and your cock out in the open between your bare legs. There are lines you've crossed before, but you never thought you'd do the same to the boundary that's been set between you and Tzuyu.

Where's the rage you felt earlier? Why does arousal take its place?

"I'm not a slut, by the way," says Tzuyu airily. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm not your good girl either."

"Oh, alright. Does that mean you won't let me fuck you?"

"Jerk," she spits. "Your cock isn't even that big."

"I guess I should leave then. You were a good fuck, Tzuyu."

Turn your heel with faux intention to exit, like she's told you to do earlier, but you're pulled towards her again. She tugs your wrist and pulls you to herself, her ass snug against the edge of the table and you pressed against her slim frame.

Okay, so—

"I fucking hate you." Tzuyu tears the buttons off your shirt with a clean rip, and kisses your chest. Your neck. Grabs your waist to ensure that you're going nowhere. " I hate that you're so fucking annoying. I hate that I can't spend all day fucking myself on your huge cock."

"Did you just say I had a huge cock?"

"Like I said," Tzuyu snarls, "shut up."

Whatever snarky response you could have come up with on the spot is lost into an embarrassingly loud moan. She's forced your still sensitive cock inside her, and now her hips are dancing forward and back. It's a dance of death with how it bears its weight on your mind and girth.

"Thought I told you to be quiet," she says smugly.

Her skirt has ridden up her waist. You take advantage of this to get a feel for her thighs. They're slim yet round at the same time, creating the perfect balance that fits your squeezing hands. Tug on them to pull her closer. Your remaining inches make it past her folds, and Tzuyu moans in delight.

"And I thought you didn't like me," you say. But it's difficult to be cocky when her tight little pussy is just that good, squeezing you as if determined to drain your might and taking you good and well.

Tzuyu scoots her wide hips side to side, arms sedentary on the sides of the table as she rests down on it, and bites her lip. Intentional or not, it's too fucking sexy. "Things change."

So, that's how it works out: your lawyer on the flat of her desk, above scattered piles of papers describing your crimes and issuing your statements, with her legs spread around your midriff and receiving your cock as a traveller in the desert would receive water. She's desperate, is what you're saying—her gasps are timed to the beat of your thrusts, and she's accompanying it with soft curses. This whole sex thing could be a song, you see. Tzuyu can play the vocals, and her cleavage that bounces behind her vest could be looped and made into a matching music video. It's just so perfect.

"So good, you're so good," she sighs, her mind addled with thoughts of you ruining her insides and, probably, fill her up with semen. "Fuck me harder. Touch me. Use me, my god, just fuck me."

You pull up her vest to devour her breasts. The brown nipples end up in your mouth, suckled on and chewed, while the softness of her small tits are relished with squeezes. Tzuyu whimpers quietly, volume hushed down as it always is with her. Although her quiet whines turn you on, it's the will inside you to have the silent lawyer screaming that propels your thrusts. Drives them with a purpose that's so specific your hips could have a mind of their own.

Dragging her vest off her torso is how you see that your cock is bulging through her tight midriff. The lines of her abs hide not your cock forcing yourself through her hole. Tzuyu notices it, too, and you feel her become wetter underneath you, because she loves it. She loves how wrong this is, how she's letting a person she shouldn't even be acquaintances with outside of her career use her like a doll.

"P-please," she says (for the millionth time, yes, but you'll never grow tired of hearing it.)

"Should I go harder?" Do exactly that, rutting her against the table, even without her answer. "Rub this little thing here?"

Tzuyu cries out. There's a completed mission—you've finally forced her to scream, and it's all thanks to your thumb toying with her clit.

"Oh my god!" she yelps. She looks at you with eyes filled with shock at how good it feels. "Oh my god, yes, keep doing that! It feels so—fuck!"

"Keep screaming like that and I'll make you cum. Do you want to cum, Tzuyu?"

She nods dumbly. "Yes, make me cum. M-make me cum around that stupid big dick, I love it so much, please!"

You're reaching places inside her that her own fingers couldn't embark to. The bulge on her stomach goes farther, and you think of how you're rearranging her guts so deliciously, how she's pounding at the table in frustration and pleasure and screaming, and how you can give her bliss with just a few more pumps.

Your thrusts hold purpose—they're driven by Tzuyu's boobs lifting with the creaks of her desk, the squeeze of her pussy as it swallows you whole, the helpless look on her face. She's so beautiful, really, and you're glad to be able to—

"Gonna make me cum!" she wails. "Gonna make me cum, gonna make me cum, don't fucking stop!"

Tzuyu's pleasure reaches an all-time high. She clenches as hard as her muscles can bear and screams. Her throat must be sore because of that, so you don't forget to kiss all over it as you extract a violent orgasm from her with rough, untimed pumps.

She's shivering, eyes unfocused. She's rambling senseless words that don't quite give clues to what they should be comprehended as.

That's exactly what you want.

You pull out. "I want to fuck your thighs." Show so after that: slip your dick in between her soft, supple skin, and add, "Gonna explode on that fucking stomach."

"W-why not inside me?" whines Tzuyu. She closes her eyes as your cock unintentionally brushes over her folds and prods at her bundle of nerves.

"You're already fighting to give me custody of my kid," you chuckle. "What makes you think I want another?"

Tzuyu manages a laugh. You're too laser-focused on fucking her thighs though to appreciate her first love beauty when she smiles, since you're as close as you can be. With the soft flesh holding your length captive as you pray for your soul not to be by the eyes of justice, you have no choice but to do what you said: cum on her tight midriff.

White above tan skin is a beautiful color on your lawyer.

"You're… you're a little evil, you know that?" Tzuyu makes out. She glances at the puddle of cum on her rising stomach with fascination.

"Oh, love." Lean down to kiss her, with your arm pillaring the space on the table not occupied with paperwork. "You're just now figuring that out?"

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Once a Dream, Twice the Nightmare

Relationship: Hobrintheus x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, praising, fingering (afab receiving), forceful OC male character who is a creep, mentions of workplace harassment, implied stalking, gentle Morpheus, loving Hob, mentions of killing, blood, knives, and dismemberment, lowkey knife play discovery kink appears, everyone is enraptured by Corinthian, makeout sessions, and consensual polyamory

Summary: Going on a date proves to be difficult, especially when it is from a guy at your office who cannot take a hint that you do not like him nor that you don't want to go out with him. Morpheus convinces you not to go and instead enjoy time with him and the two other people who care about you more than anything in the world. Needless to say, you lose yourself to them and indulge in their ministrations.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: Hello lovelies, this came about from a request by my lovely wife @roguelov for my 5-year Tumblr anniversary. My six-year anniversary has passed, but better late than never. I had a lot of fun writing this request and Hob has become one of my favorites. I cannot resist writing for Hob, Corinthian, and Morpheus with a reader. I hope you enjoy it (I am so proud of this one!!). Comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Dating was not your strong suit, so why you bothered adding mascara and eyeliner to your face for a final flare was beyond you. One last check you admired your flowy dress that sat just above your knees and was perfectly stretchy and comfortable.

You offered a half smile to the reflection in the mirror, sticking your hand in the pockets and giving a twirl. Pockets in dresses are rare, so when you first put the dress on you had doubts, not wanting to get too hopeful. They are different from your usual style, but this dress was made for you.

Carefully you smooth out the loose strands of your hair that fell from their bobby pin prison, dabbed on one more drop of lipstick on your lips, giving yourself a satisfactory nod. It wasn’t every day you put yourself together in such a manner, preferring comfortable clothes devoid of flowy dresses and skirts. There is a first time for everything, you think.

Your phone pinged, breaking you from your thoughts. You know it is likely from Jordan, your co-worker who insisted on taking you to a sushi place. You tried to drop countless hints you had no desire to go or eat sushi and every time it was brought up in conversation it was redirected. You wanted to tear out your hair in frustration, so why wouldn’t he take the hint?

“Darling, you shouldn’t go on that date. He does not respect you and is a fool. No one, no mortal deserves the likes of you,” a silky smooth voice drifts from the shadows. Goosebumps form along your arms at his appearance, as usual.

Out of the three of your roommates, Morpheus was the most elusive, dropping by at inconvenient times. Being friends with Hob, forever the immortal mortal, and Corinthian, one of Morpheus’s art projects was the least of your worries.

You definitely could not turn down the rent either, as you desperately needed a place to live while pilfering through job applications. So far, a year or two had passed and you got a steady one, where you had the misfortune to meet Jordan, the nuisance and bane of your existence.

You felt so foolish now accepting his offer, not knowing he was asking you on a date until it was too late and his texts became suggestive and eerie. Men and their twisted words. You wished you could be rid of him and that stupid sushi place.

You turn towards Morpheus, acknowledging his presence as you fiddle with the necklace you added to your ensemble. “Well, I wish I could but Jordan is a pain in the ass and he won’t relent unless I join. If I appear and go on this date, then he’ll leave me alone for good.”

“Oh, darling, that is not the case. He’s using you and harassing you both at work and during your off hours. No person acts in such a manner. Best leave us to handle it.”

“Handle what?” a warm voice you’d come to cherish many a night inquired. Hob leaned against your doorframe, a small smile gracing his features. You have lost count of the times you lost yourself in those warm brown eyes.

Turning from your thoughts you sighed as your phone pined five more times on your nightstand. “It’s nothing, an annoying co-worker who asked me on a date that I did not know was a date, and he never specified it was.

He twisted his words and I eventually caved since he was so insistent and I thought accepting it would make me get rid of him. Hell, I am such a fool and Jordan is a creep.” You take a breath, noting the concerned raised brow Hob gave to Morpheus who stood in the shadows, ever stoic. “You were right, Morpheus. I can’t go. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“You could block him,” Hob offered, coming to you to wrap you in a hug. His embrace strengthened your resolve and you looked to Morpheus.

You sighed, leaning into Hob’s warmth. “I will do that, but I work with him at least three times a week and once he drops by my cubicle he will not take the hint no matter how insistent I get.”

“We could send Corinthian after him. That is an idea.”

Morpheus came closer, standing before you at his full height, his hair a rumpled mess that you did not notice when he was cloaked in shadows. “I would call for him if you wish.” He stroked your cheek gently and you leaned into him, the coldness of his touch a wonderful contrast to Hob’s warm embrace from behind.

“I don’t want to go,” you whispered, hating how you melted, hating how much your heart raced at the thought, hating how you’d face Jordan at work in three days.

“Don’t go on the date,” Morpheus commanded.

Your phone pinged again and your heart seized, but Hob held you tighter determined to keep you steady. “Morpheus, why?” Your eyes widened at the set of his jaw, pure determination in his eyes, not willing to let you run from him.

“Say it.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” Morpheus’s voice was soft, yet dangerously low, a silken melody in the space between and you want to lose yourself to his coldness, to Hob’s warmth. How did you not realize sooner they were who you wanted all along? No one else could or would ever compare.

“Because I want you. I want Hob. I want so much more in this life than to be harassed and taken advantage of by that creep Jordan. I have never felt so safe, so cared for than with you, even Corinthian.” Your heart ached at your confession, realizing the truth in your words, the pure honesty, the desire behind it all.

Before you could utter another word, Morpheus’ lips meet yours in a soft, determined kiss and you lose yourself to the cold, the fire inside your heart burning free. Hob grunted from behind you, soft warm lips pressed upon your neck, making you melt all the more.

You wouldn’t question how you got here, but you are thankful for them both, saving you from what could have been a precarious situation. You lose yourself then, with Hob biting your neck, passion, and desire brimming between the three of you, nothing could have been more perfect in that moment.

They continue in their conquest, determined to turn your mind from the disastrous date that could have been and you’re grateful for them, the distraction, the new feelings between you all surfacing. You would not have imagined this happening to you with one, let alone two people you’ve come to admire throughout the years you spent together.

A soft moan passed from your lips as Morpheus slid his hands over your sides, a shower of goosebumps cascading down your arms in the wake of his touch. Hob groaned, pulling you tighter against him, feeling the weight of his desire along your lower back, sending heat to your core in anticipation.

Never had you expected to feel desire or passion for anyone in this lifetime or the next, and you wanted none but them.

You sighed again as Morpheus’s hands wandered to your breasts, cupping them gently through the fabric of your dress. Hob followed in kind, sweeping his hands under your dress to tease the fabric of your undergarment with his index finger and tracing the apex of your thighs, a delicious agony. To no avail you squirmed against them both, nowhere to go but remain in this moment in time with them.

The buzzing of your phone faded into the background, drowned out by your panting and moans the men coaxed from your lips. Soon enough they had you a writhing mess for them on the bed, sandwiched between them in the throes of bliss and you kissed them in turn, determined to savor every moment, not wanting to let go.

“So pretty for us to undress, yeah?” Hob cooed, working you with his fingers, coaxing your release from you as Morpheus toyed with your breasts, nipping and suckling, adding to your pleasure.

“My darling, you’re a sight to behold, so lovely for us,” Morpheus’s voice drank you in, enveloping you in your soul and mind.

You could do nothing but whimper at the feeling, everything too much yet not enough, body ignited, yet somehow wanting, no, craving more of them and their touches. “Please, Morpheus, yes. Hell, H-hob right there,” you groan, coaxing your lovers on. “I swear I’m going to fuck the next person that walks through that door.”

“You have us, my love,” Hob whispered huskily, pressing his length against you, evidence of his want and desire.

Your hand grasped onto him with ease, relishing his head tossing back in bliss, the broken moan falling from his lips. Morpheus looked up in awe, his black eyes narrowing, admiring the display before kissing you on the lips gently.

“I know, Hob but-” you shuddered, as a flash of white passed by your door.

A deep chuckle resounded in your room followed by a southern drawl. “Well well, what am I missing out on? What did I hear my dear say, Morpheus? Surely they did not mean that. You and Hob are pleasuring them into oblivion already from the looks of it.” Corinthian smirked, his pristine white suit covered in blood.

He wiped the corner of his mouth, smirking as he pushed his signature sunglasses up on his nose before stalking around the bed to get a better view. You let out a soft moan at the sight.

“Awe darlin’ look at you so pretty for them. So pretty for us.” Corinthian smirked, tilting your chin up with the tip of his knife. “Such pretty eyes. And Jordan will never look at you again or that sushi place.”

You shuddered at his words, another wave of desire coursing through you. This other being, the creation of Morpheus had killed for you, showering you with such an act of devotion you’re not sure you could ever repay.

“My sweet, you’re so wet for us,” Hob murmured, dragging a finger along your thighs up to your slit, teasing you just so.

“Looks like they have a penchant for my knives, is that it?” Corinthian’s smirk widened as he added a hint of pressure to the blade he pressed along your neck.

You choked back another groan, overstimulated by the touches of your lovers, paired with the sound of Corinthian’s seductive voice, cold metal at your throat.

The bed creaked as Hob and Morpheus shifted slightly pulling you to the middle of the bed, keeping you between them, Hob on the left, Morpheus to your right. All of your eyes were focused on the Corinthian after he gently kissed you on the neck where he teased you with his knife.

You continued to admire the new addition to your party.

The full-length mirror next adjacent to the dresser offered more of a view as Corinthian reverently took off his coat, placing it on your vanity chair, taking off his knife shoulder holsters, and setting the red stained knives on a pristine white towel. You would complain about the towel later, but you and your lovers are too enraptured by the creation of Morpheus to care.

You cannot deny Morpheus’s tastes, or Corinthian’s eye for fashion, the white button-down shirt accentuating his skin, carved of marble, honed and fashioned in the sands of the shoreline.

Carefully rolling up the sleeves up to his forearms, he took another white towel from your vanity, dipped it into the basin of water, and slowly, reverently, cleaned off his knives.

The precision and the intention are all practiced methods, a ritual, even.

A ritual that enraptured you and your lovers.

Corinthian set the clean knives on another plush white towel, placing a kiss on each of their hilts, before turning to meet your gaze through his dark signature glasses.

“Well well, you three have been patient. Is this all for me?” He drawled.

Hob smirked, kissing your neck, continuing in his prior conquest of teasing your clit to which you immediately squirmed, holding back a groan.

“Such pretty sounds, my sweet,” Morpheus murmured as Corinthian walked over to the bed, nestling into his creator’s embrace. You were grateful Morpheus had insisted on a large bed, one that he could adjust in any manner he chose.

For a moment you were sure the four of you would break the bed or struggle for room, but now that all of you are on it, it is comfortable, safe, and warm.

Warm like Hob’s insistent fingers to which you spread your legs further, welcoming him in, arching into his chest as he smiled at you, murmuring encouragement.

It did not take long for Morpheus and Corinthian to partake as well, them rotating between using their tongues and fingers upon you, driving you made and over the edge. Soon enough you pulled each of them in for a kiss, groaning your thanks to them for a wonderful evening, one you are sure not to forget.

Hob cast a gentle smile your way, kissing your hand, before dragging his tongue along it, his ministrations continuing to your fingers. You raised a questioning brow, as did you other two lovers who were quickly enraptured once more with each other and their tongues.

Hob shrugged nonchalantly as his tongue threaded nimbly between your fingers, sending surges of heat along your spine and you hope and pray that it is not obvious the vice he already had you in for the second, maybe even third, time that evening.

Taking his sweet time, he does not break contact as he takes your index finger in his mouth, tongue dancing with confidence before he adds in another finger. You are almost lost at the feeling paired with his eye contact.

The act alone was erotic, sparking your mind but watching him riled you further. You had to look away, you had to. Until Morpheus wrapped around behind you, grasping you, pressing his chest up against you.

He strokes his hands down your arms, sending goosebumps in their wake. “Let Hob work, love. You can be good for us, right?”

Corinthian grumbled as he shuffled closer, slumping behind Morpheus, ever the clinger and in want of a hug. He compromises by resting his head on Morpheus’s shoulder.

You sighed in the agony of Hob’s ministrations, ashamed that something so small could rile you up, having you in a chokehold. “I can be good sometimes. If and only if it happens only for you three.” You smirk, noting Morpheus’ excitement pressing against your lower back.

So this is riling him up, too.

“What if I said I wanted to watch you and Corinthian makeout?” You mutter in your throes of it all, your brain becoming mush, spewing your desires, the darker impulses.

Corinthian raises a brow and Morpheus bridges the gap between them lips and bodies colliding as one. You lose them in a flurry of black and white entranced by them, by Hob, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You fall into Hob, into the cacophony of affection and desire, enjoying the whispers, groans, and moans that befell the four of you.

Slowly, and oh so lovingly they tend to you and each other, your body trembling once you’re completely spent, your heart thrumming in your chest as Hob sinks into you, moaning low all while Corinthian and Morpheus watch, utterly enthralled as you come apart for Hob.

Once you’re all spent, Hob licked the remaining remnants of the combined mess of their desire on your stomach, groaning all the while.

“You’re all devastatingly pretty. How lucky am I to have you,” you whisper to the now empty room, lit by a single black candle and yellow flame.

You heard them all shuffle in the darkness, heading to clean themselves up and Morpheus nuzzled up next to you and you felt a coolness between your thighs, registering the cloth he used to gently clean you off.

You smiled in the dark at the gesture. All three of them were so good to you and completely yours. All of you they could not imagine for more and they adored you and would continue to all until the hours of the night, where dreams and nightmares collided.

They would meet you there time and time again, always there, holding you and never letting go.

******

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lazycats-stuff · 2 years ago

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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.

#the corinthian #the corinthian x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics #corinthian x y/n

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aliorsboxostuff · 2 years ago

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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands.

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

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francis-writes · 2 years ago

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Collector 1: I sleep with a knife under my pillow, just in case.

Collector 2: yeah, you never know what can happen so I sleep with an axe.

Y/n: Amateurs.

Collector 1: Yeah? So what do you sleep with?

Y/n: The Corinthian.

#I swear i will write something tomorrow or on saturday #I just got prescription on my meds #I was out of them for a week and uhm it wasn't best time of my life #The Corinthian #The Corinthian x reader #The Corinthian imagine #The Corinthian x male reader #the corinthian sandman

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2braincellslz · 2 years ago

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Rest Your Eyes

Ship: male!yn x The Corinthian

Desc: Yn has a nightmare and wakes up in a cold sweat. Cori helps him calm down and go back to sleep.

You were running. From what? You didn't know. Just kept going. Keep running and running and running. Something was chasing you. You knew that much. Something wanted you and was going to get you so you had to keep running. You didn't even think to look around the hall you were running down. All you knew was that the door to your freedom was getting further and further away with each desperate step.

You ran as hard and fast as your legs could take you till they gave out, causing you to tumble into a bookshelf you had passed a dozen times.

You pulled your knees up to your chest, hiding your face away into your knees. Choking out soft broken cries for your safety.

You felt a presence, you heard the floorboards creak as something stepped closer to you. A hand rested on your back.

¨no more of this. It's over now.¨ a familiar monotone voice said but you refused to look up.

¨ Look at me. It is time to go.¨

¨No, please. No more.¨

You let out a blood curdling scream as pain enveloped your body.

You shot up, a cold sweat dripping down your forehead.

That nightmare played over and over in your head. The same ordel night after night. It was hard to get to sleep in the first place. You dreaded hearing the stranger's voice. The few times you did look up you were met with a shadow of a figure with two wide eyes staring back at you and teeth turned into a twisted smile. As if Dream was punishing you for… well…

You heard something shift next to you. Looking over, you saw the blond that had been ¨hiding out¨ in your apartment. Except he really wasn't hiding out, was he?

He looked peaceful. You didn't know nightmares could sleep yet here he was. He wasn't really a nightmare to you though. A charmer and a gentleman. A sweetheart.

He wasn't wearing his sunglasses but his eyes were closed. After about two or three months of living together, you caught him without his sunglasses on. He had to explain the whole Dream world and Nightmares and Morphus and his ordeal. You already knew about his… activities… but you didn't really care. As long as he cleaned up the carpet. This whole Nightmare thing was just frosting on the cake, per say.

After you saw him without his glasses, he started being more genuine to you. He was more careful around you. Treating you as if you were a fine art. He would compliment you more often, pulling you closer to him while the two of you watched movies, preparing food.

From that, stemmed dates. The first time he asked you out, you nearly screamed yes. You didn't know how to tell him you wanted to go out, so thank god he made the first move.

Dates where the usual kind of boyfriend boyfriend dates. Dinners, movies, arcades, the beach, trips.

Then you met Dream. He was a lot less scary than you had first thought and he was a lot more tired. Makes sense though. You had practically begged on your hands and knees for Dream to let The Corinthian stay around. Must have worked, because he made a deal with the two of you. As long as The Corinthian did not harm anybody innocent, Morphous wouldn't bother us.

It was all domestic fluff from then on with the occasional scolding Cori about keeping the rug clean.

The sheets beside you shifted again and a long groan was let out.

The Corinthian flipped over on his back, usually he would use his arm to cover the sun from his eyes or eye mouths but it was still dark out.

"Darlin?" he blinked his eyes open. "what time is it?"

"uh… 3 in the morning." you sighed, rubbing your temples.

He sat up, streshing his arms up in to the air. "why are you up?"

"nightmare." you said simply, pulling your knees up to your chest and looking away.

"nightmare? Want to talk about it? I know a thing or two about nightmares." he chuckled.

"i was running down a long hall. The door kept getting further and further away. Then i tripped and some void thing caught up with me. Then i was in a lot of pain." you layed back down. Corinthian smiled, leaning on to one hand so he was looking over you.

"You are so pretty when you are tired."

You let out a audible groan, rolling your eyes. "Cori." You whined.

He just laughed and layed back down, pulling closer with his arm wrapped around you and his other behind his head.

You layed your head on his bare chest, tracing circles in to his skin.

"Do you want me to see if I can do anything about thoughs nightmares? Talk to Morpheus?" He asked, gently rubbing your arm with his finger tips.

"Would you? As long it's not to far out your way."

"Oh sweet boy, if you need me to do anything then it isnt too far out."

"You are too good to me, Cori" You hummed, letting your eyes flutter close.

"Whatever you say... rest your eyes, try and get some sleep."

You yawned, letting the warmth of sleep and Cori rock you to sleep.

Corinthian stayed up a little bit, making sure that you were dreaming of him.

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peaxhxhair · 2 years ago

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Comic-con || Corinthian

Pairing: Corinthian x Trans male! Reader

Requested?: YES?

Sent in by: Anonymous

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of sex (Please let me know if there are any others x )

Summary: M/n and Corinthian attend a convention.

Word Count: 795

Author's note: This is the oneshot that I wrote by accident (instead of Headcanons). Anyway, hope you enjoy x

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Consider buying me a coffee! <3

“Are you cold, love?" my boyfriend said mockingly as he watched me shiver from beside me. Standing outside in the cold was something that had to be done while waiting to be let into the convention. It was part of the experience, one of the things that made it worth it when we were finally let into the warm building. I had managed to drag Corinthian with me, since I didn't think going alone was a good idea. Luckily, he was happy to tag along… After some convincing.

“no, I'm fine" I huffed, not wanting him to comment on it for the rest of the day. Though, he didn't seem to buy it, taking his jacket off and placing it around my shoulders.

“I told you, you should have worn something warmer” he said, as I wrapped the jacket further around me. I grumbled at him, even though I knew he was right. I've been to too many conventions to not bring a jacket for the wait in line. Though, It honestly wasn't that cold when we left my apartment. Most of the time, inside the convention hall is pretty warm, but it is usually cold while waiting in line. I should have known that by now.

Before we knew it, the line began to move. I eagerly rummaged through my bag for our tickets, eventually finding the plastic-wallet that I kept them in. I handed one to Corinthian, who studied it questionably. I figured that he wasn't stupid enough to not know what it was, though I wanted to say something, just in case. "You show that to the guys inside, then they'll give you a lanyard” I explained as we got closer to the doors, and he hummed in acknowledgement.

~~~

“ooh! let's look there!" I called, even though I knew my boyfriend was behind me. I could feel his fingers were still laced with mine. At first I hadn't noticed how bored he seemed to be. Sure, he tried his best to sound interested in what I was showing him, but there was only so much he could pretend.

In some ways, I understood that if you weren't interested in this kind of stuff, then it could be boring for people, like, I wouldn't want to go to a convention about horses or something.

The blonde stood beside me as I gazed at all of the art shown on a nice looking Ladies stall, trying to seem as though he was looking, as to not offend the lady. “That guy kind of looks like me" he eventually mused, pointing to a nicely drawn picture of Nanami from Jujitsu Kaizen .

When I looked up at him, I chuckled when I realized that he was right.

“Sure does babe, though you're not really the type to wear blue” I chuckled, handing the woman behind the stall some cash, in exchange for her artwork. Quite a lot of her work actually, she was really talented.

“You think I'd look good in blue?" he asked, as I thanked the Lady as we began to walk away.

“You look good in everything, it's actually insufferable" I grumbled, and he chuckled as his fingers linked with mine again.

“you know what else I’d look good in?" he whispered, only loud enough for me to hear. My face turned red at his suggestive tone, and slapped his arm as a wall to tell him to shut up. He took the first chance he got to drag me away to the closest bathroom, and I followed behind willingly.

~~~

I almost grunted as my back was pushed against the door of the toilet stall. my hands gripped his shoulders as he held me up, his rough lips on mine making me shiver.

“Cori” I breathed, as I pulled away from the kiss, staring into his eyes or, well, his sunglasses. “I think we should slow down…” I suggested, starting to grow nervous about where this was going.

“Why, doll?" he asked, his thumbs starting to rub circles into my thighs, it was hard to put what I was feeling into words, especially since he already knew. The fact that I'm trans isn't something we really talked about often, but it always seemed to be a topic in these situations.

“Is this what I think this is about? "he asked, and I nodded. His eyebrows raised slightly when I confirmed it, and he sighed slightly "awe, sugar, you know I don't care about that stuff. You're a

man. That's all that matters to me" he said, and I nodded silently, " Plus, I have teeth for eyes, I can't really judge.” he said, and I chuckled at his words, feeling a little better after what he said.

"Right, can I go back to fucking my boyfriend now?" he asked, smirking as I nodded, and he began to attack my neck with kisses.

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thomotomo · 2 years ago

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Hey I'm testing something, can you see this post? Cause I've posted a new corinthian/male reader fic and I can't find it when looking up the hashtag lol

#the corinthian x male reader

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skinnywalker · 2 years ago

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writeshite · 2 years ago

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So I was wondering if you are up for it if you could write a agents. For morpheus x reader. Where the reader died of a sickness and morpheus is all upset. The corinthian was best freinds whith reader and when he died the corinthian blamed morpheus.

When the corinthian trys and gets rose on his side he tells her that morpheus killed his lover. And when rose confronts him in the dreaming morpheus explained what happend and he kinda just brakes down . ( you can make up the end )

Anyway if you feel uncomfortable writing this then that is ok .

Bye ! ( btw male reader pls )

Hit Close To Home

Summary:

“Are you going to tell Lord Morpheus?” The blood on his chin was dry now, his gaze downcast as you glanced between him and the corpse. You sigh, coming down to his height, and you wipe away at the blood; you say nothing, instead gathering him in your arms, and the others glare enviously at him - your favored little horror, they often called him. Lord Morpheus says nothing when you return, but Corinthian isn’t allowed to return to Earth.

Pairings:

Morpheus x Male Reader

Tags:

Forest Spirit Reader | Dead Reader | Angst | This Author regrets Nothing 🙂

Words: 1556

Author's Note:

Someone woke up and chose angst, damn, not that I'm complaining, I love putting you all through emotional torture.

“Oh, hello.”

The Dreaming was vast and monotone, with your personal terrace the only break between the sand and dreams; the Corinthian remembers stumbling across it the first time - even among his fellow nightmares, he was considered a monster. His memories of the Dreaming were less than pleasant, but you were perhaps the only shining light among them.

“You must be the new nightmare, then.”

“Go away,” he hissed; he wiped his eyes furiously, wincing as they bit at his hands. His form is tiny - unstable, at best - like that of the waking children he’s heard the other nightmares speak of. He’d run off from them, form flicking about like a shadow, and hidden in the first room he could find. Lord Morpheus would no doubt be looking for him, the dreams and nightmares of the Dreaming heeded to their master, and as the newest, he would need to catch up to his fellow manifestations.

He didn’t turn to glance at whoever had spoken to him, instead drawing himself further away, “You can’t hide in there forever, little nightmare.”

“I said go away!” he hissed again, face contorting as he turned to the other person. It always worked with everyone else; they’d run off at the sight of him, but not you. You huffed; you didn’t scream, instead shrugging and leaving him to his hidey-hole.

You’d let him stay there for hours, undisturbed as he minded his own until boredom overtook, and he peeked out to glance at you. You certainly weren’t under Morpheus’ domain - not with that smile - your clothing looked like it was crafted from the branches and leaves of the Waking.

“Who are you?” he asks.

You chuckle, “Well, that depends. Will you be joining me here, or do you plan to converse from your hideout?”

Your terrace had been a private abode, untouched by sand; it was filled to the brim with plants, paint, and various other trinkets from the Waking World. You’d been one of the few to forgo Morpheus’ orders, treating him and any manifestation like your own, and the Corinthian had spent many a day in your company. On the rare occasions, you’d allow him and a few others to tag along to Earth - the forest you inhabited required little upkeep, but you went for the humans. Strange creatures, really. He never understood why you cared for them; personally, he preferred them with a side of sauce.

“Are you going to tell Lord Morpheus?” The blood on his chin was dry now, his gaze downcast as you glanced between him and the corpse.

You sigh, coming down to his height, and you wipe away at the blood; you say nothing, instead gathering him in your arms, and the others glare enviously at him - your favored little horror, they often called him. Lord Morpheus says nothing when you return, but Corinthian isn’t allowed to return to Earth.

He doesn’t tell Rose all of this, far too personal to share; he says what he can bear, “He was my friend, and Morpheus killed him.”

Morpheus had always been weak to your requests; treating the nightmares like children hadn’t been something he’d ever done. They’d been more so his creations, his associates at best, but you’d gathered them around you, and they’d willingly flocked, nurturing them with care. The Corinthian had been perhaps the most attached to you, digging the sands of the Dreaming for any wayward thoughts that would make wonderous decors for your terrace.

“You coddle him,” Morpheus spoke lowly; he overlooks the balcony over your shoulder; the nightmares trudge along without disturbance, the little nightmare you’d befriended shifted through the sands below, having promised to find you something worthwhile.

“I coddle them all,” you remind him.

“He is a nightmare, not a child,” he reminds you.

“Yes, yes, dear,” you jest, patting his cheek fondly. The little nightmare turns up towards you, holding something up proudly, you gesture him towards you, and he runs into the castle joyfully. He goes to protest, but you silence him with a peck, “I know, I know, but it won’t do much harm.”

Now thinking of the nightmare, he barely glimpsed the wisp that clung to you so desperately. He’d hate to think of the devastation that would befall you if you saw them now, “Don’t turn him away when I’m gone,” Morpheus had withdrawn, remaining by your side far long after your passing, leaving the Corinthian to his own murderous grieving process. The nightmare had made his way through the remnants of your Earthly forest, then to Rose - Rose, who stared at him with contempt and uncertainty.

“Why?” she asks.

Morpheus almost laughs; he’s not sure what she’s asking - why did he sit by and watch you wither? Why didn’t he plunge humanity into waste to save you? Why didn’t he petition your fellow spirits for aid? - the answer was simple. He couldn’t.

“Morpheus….please, let’s not spend my last days arguing.”

Nature spirits were perhaps the least fortunate of divine beings, lives heavily intertwined with their domains; your forest had been the target of some human development - each tree torn down saw a lapse in your health. It had started small, a slight cough of petals, before escalating to weak muscles and bedridden days. Your fellow spirits had died quicker; living in the Dreaming slowed the damage, but it wasn’t enough. Your arms had grown stiff, skin twisting to resemble branches, leaves had begun to sprout from you, accompanied by flowers, and your blood had turned dark like tar. The branches had come from your back as well, and tearing into the sheets, each movement you made had been painful, staining the bed with your obsidian blood.

“Your brother’s river is dry.” Morpheus had found the man’s husk of a body by the banks, drier than a desert; it had crumbled at the touch of the wind, and the Gods had fallen into panic at the death rate, but no solution had been found. He’d grown frustrated at their excuses, ‘we’re trying’ - were they? He’s brought back to the moment by a touch to his cheek; your thumb swipes at a stray tear; your face was more bark than flesh now, a slight wince in your expression as you reach out to him.

He moved closer to you, head against yours, and the tears didn’t stop, “I’m sorry —I don’t —I,” you shushed him as he wept, fingers loosely interlaced with his.

“I didn't kill him,” Morpheus corrects, “you did. Your kind tore down the forests, polluted the air, and ran rivers dry until he and his brethren were all but gone.”

“What?” Confusion laces her voice. Morpheus turns away, the dreaming shifting with his thoughts, and the sand rises to a height, morphing to form you. Not sickly, but the way you had been before. “He’s….” Breathtaking. Handsome. No words could come close to describing how Morpheus felt about you.

“He was kind,” Morpheus begins, more sand shifts as more imitations rise, “the nightmares adored him, the Corinthian more so than the rest.” Most residents of the Dreaming wouldn’t even think to defy him, much less stick their tongue childishly, but the Corinthian had picked many of your habits. The craving for human flesh had come from neither of you - the nightmare had loved the soft taste of eyes and often asked for them, much to both your displeasures.

“They’re hurting him; why won’t you kill them?!”

No amount of words could convey the fragile peace among the endless - if one of them killed, the others would follow suit - that’s not even to say what the other celestial beings would do. But that hadn’t been enough for the Corinthian.

“What good is your power if you do nothing useful?!”

Morpheus shook his head, a watery laugh in his throat, “What would you have me do?” he asked, “put humanity down like a dog?”

“YES!” The Corinthian replied - he’d come to spend every hour by your bedside and pestering Morpheus to act.

But you’d made him promise, “You’re going to be angry, and you’re going to be sad, but please, Morpheus,” you pleaded, “don’t seek vengeance, not in my name.”

“But—”

“Please,” you’d leaned forward, snapping some of the bark along your spine. Morpheus nodded somberly, guiding you back to the pillows.

When you’d passed, your body had fully turned to flora, the bed now intertwined into the tree you’d become; he’d left the room as is, allowing the dreams and nightmares to mourn. The Corinthian had screamed, cried, and then blamed - blamed humanity, blamed the gods, the endless - he blamed everyone, but Morpheus bore the brunt of it all. The Dreaming’s collapse had turned what was left of you to dust, Lucienne’s bark snippet being the last piece of you he had. The bark sat in an inner pocket of his coat, threaded with your favorite color of thread.

“I’m sorry,” Rose spoke. Morpheus half scoffed; the sand imitation of you stood on its own, grainy hand in his; he felt close to crying again. When the sand fell again, he said nothing more; the little Corinthian stood far off, mouths frowning at him - unlike the peaceful fall of your imitation, his snapped at the heat of his emotion into glass. “Are you going to kill him?”

Morpheus doesn’t answer.

End Note:

Sorry about changing the relationship between the Corinthian and Reader; I felt like the request worked a little better if Reader treated him and the other nightmares and dreams like his kids. Stay Hydrated.

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