#corinthian x oc

[can-of-pringles]

So um I had sudden inspiration to draw ship fanart of @practically-an-x-man 's Sandman fic series. Corinthian and Prometheus sketches 🤭

[multifandombullshitbabes]

yall remember that post that was abt a vampire trying to seduce an ace person n it didnt rly work cuz they dont feel sexual attraction?

well. it got me thinking. yknow how corinthian is always shown (at least with men) to sleep with them n then maybe take out their eyes? sometimes he just sleeps with them n thats it but they can become his victims.

idk if theres a reason for the ppl he chooses to kill (except for those killed out of convenience n shit like that, the ones we dont see much of in the series) but i'd like to think is because he finds their eyes particularly beautiful, in anyways possible.

so i have this OC, he's ace, and he has the most gorgeous brown eyes ever. like baby cow type of deal. its devastating right? and corinthian thinks so to. so he targets him, tries to seduce him to bed. n then my oc just goes "oh no thank you! i'm ace :) have a nice day, tho, love ur glasses!" and then he goes abt his life thinking nothings wrong ever.

except cori (thats my nickname for corinthian, if it wasnt clear) cant let it go. he loves those eyes, he wants to eat them. he wants to know that man's soul through his eyes n talking to him didnt help at all cuz he sounded so sweet, and its even better when they sound sweet.

so. cori has a stalker phase with this oc of mine (im sorry, i do not have a name. i might have a faceclaim and if yall want yall can choose a name for me but no promises) and while cori just thinks "this is just my next victim its fine", my oc's like "this handsome man is so weird, hes charming tho :)" n then invites cori to a date.

and cori's thinking his won his game of cat n mouse but then the date it at my oc's place, and its nice and warm, and he has the fluffiest brown cat, and theyre making cookies and watching scary movies together. and "suddenly" (we all know whats gonna happen) cori just... wants to postpone. he doesnt feel ready to kill him just yet yknow?.

n then months pass, they are basically dating, and then cori's gone. and my oc doesnt get it n is heartbroken. but um well. papa dream got mad at his son and had to unmake him or whatever so yknow.

to be continued >:)))

(face claim below!!!!!!!)

this is his body type if any of yall r wondering. hes at least a head shorter than cori, cuz im weak for height differences

[mrsdesade]

They were a defiance of the cosmic order.

They met in a dream, a sprawling city of neon lights and endless possibilities. Lara was a dreamer herself, a soul lost in the labyrinth of her own imagination. The Corinthian, was a enigma. They were drawn to each other, a moth to a flame.

Their bond was a secret, whispered in the dead of night. They walk in forgotten corners of the Dreaming, beneath the watchful gaze of the stars. A human and a nightmare, pure rebellion against the universe.

It was a curse. It was a poison, a blight upon the Dreaming. The angels wept, their tears falling like stardust upon the world. The universe trembled in fear.

And so, the end came. By Morpheus order.

They were dragged into the heart of the Dreaming, a place of darkness and eternal silence. Trapped. As everything collapsed around them, they held each other.

The sand enveloped them, pulling them into its swirling vortex. And as the last star winked out, they were gone, dissolved into sand, into nothingness. They vanished into the void, their story, now a timeless tale whispered in the wind.

But as they were consumed by the light, they knew that their journey was far from over. Because in the Realm of Dreams, nothing is ever truly lost.

Can we please admire for a moment the Sandman themed comms I got from the talented @hikaruchen ??? I'm speechless, thanks again for working with me!✨

[thethreeeyed-raven]

first meeting

make me feel masterlist

navigation | warnings : none? | dream of the endless playlist | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss , @fangsp1der-2099

“Miss Y/n!”

One of your maids entered your bedroom and had drawn the curtains. You sat up tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and shielding them from the bright sun when you opened them to look at the woman.

“Yes, Prudence?” You asked her groggily.

She gave you a small smile, placing the fresh clean clothes she had folded in her arm on the chair in front of your dresser. “Your mother wants you downstairs as soon as you're ready. Your sister, the Duchess, is here for a visit.”

You sighed, already knowing what the visit was for.

“Finally! The diamond is awake!” Violet beamed with glee, taking your hands in hers and leading you to sit next to Daphne.

“Mama, I’ve just opened my eyes.”

Violet shook her head. “No my dear, you should be excited. You're the diamond of the season!”

“Unfortunately.” You whispered under your breath, causing you to receive a whack on the arm from Daphne.

“You know, I actually quite enjoyed my time as the season’s diamond, it was wonderful!” She exclaimed cheerfully.

You rolled your eyes with exasperation. “Yes, only because you got a loving husband out of it.”

“And so will you,” Daphne took your hands in hers, squeezing them with reassurance. “You just have to try.”

But I don’t want to get married…

Morpheus awoke with a light knock on the door.

If it was any other time, he wouldn’t have heard it. But he had been awake for hours. He hadn’t slept properly in a few days, only getting a couple of hours in.

“My lord?” He heard one of his most trusted maids say through the door.

“Yes, Lucienne?” He said exhaustedly.

“Your sister, Death, is here. Would you like me to tell her-”

Morpheus cut her off, suddenly wide awake now. “No. Tell her I shall be only a few moments.”

He rose from the bed, changing into a white dress shirt, and a pair of black trousers. The shirt was half buttoned because he couldn’t be bothered.

“Death.”

Death rose from her seat on the plush black couch, giving her dear brother a smile. “Dream, I have been waiting for you.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” Morpheus suddenly felt guilty.

She embraced him in a tight hug before sitting back down, patting the space next to her.

“It’s been too long my dear brother, how have you been?”

Morpheus sighed, he hated having to tell people things about him. “Okay, I suppose.”

Death frowned, but shrugged it off. “So, I saw you the other night at the announcement ball. You were talking with the Viscount Bridgerton.”

“Indeed I was, though I did not notice you there. Were you lurking in the shadows?”

He smirked and Death chuckled. “Like you wish you were doing?”

They both shook their heads and the laughter ceased.

“Talking of the Bridgertons, one of their ladies has yet again been named the Diamond of the Season.” Death tilted her head. “Have you spoken to her yet? You are good friends with her brother.”

“Anthony and I are simply good acquaintances, I don’t-”

“Do friends.” Death shook her head and rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. “But perhaps you should put yourself out there, maybe try and catch Miss Bridgerton’s attention.”

“I don’t want to catch anyone's attention. I’m fine as I am, alone.”

You had decided that balls and galas were now the bane of your existence.

Anthony stood off to the side with Kate, Daphne and Simon. All of them watching as you would be bombarded with men asking for a dance, or asking if you wanted a drink.

“No thank you.” You rejected once again.

You walked up the the four with an angry look. “Could you please do something about these animals? They won’t leave me alone!”

“Well you are the seasons diamond, men are going to be throwing themselves at your feet.” Kate responded sympathetically.

“Well can they throw themselves out of the window instead?!” You whisper-shouted.

Anthony have you a pointed look, getting ready to scold you until Simon interrupted him.

“Ah look who it is! Lord Morpheus.” Simon reached in for a handshake.

Morpheus reciprocated. “Good evening gentlemen, Duchess, Viscountess, and the splendid Diamond. You haven’t happened to have seen my sister have you?”

Anthony shook his head. “We haven’t, why do you ask?”

Morpheus sighed and leaned in a bit so no one else but your little group could hear. “She’s saying I need to get myself on the market, she’s been watching me all night.”

The whole time he spoke you couldn’t stop looking at him. You watched the way his jawline move as he uttered secret words and the way his eyes shone slightly in amusement.

You swallowed nervously, hoping no one else noticed your ogling, but of course, Kate and Daphne notice everything.

“Well Miss Diamond of the Season here was just saying how she would like all of the men to throw themselves out of the window instead of at her feet.” Kate chuckled slightly.

Your cheeks reddened when Morpheus turned to look at you. And then you gave him a sheepish smile.

He huffed in amusement at the remark, flashing you a smirk. “I can’t say you’re wrong.”

Why did you like the way his voice sounded? Why was he holding eye contact so intensely with you? 

“My dear guests.”

Once again, the interaction was cut short by another one of the Queen’s speeches.

“As you know, this is a ball to celebrate the Diamond of the Season.”

All eyes diverted to you for a few seconds before their attention went back to the Queen.

“So today, I have decided that the Diamond shall have a dance.”

Your eyes widened and Anthony laughed under his breath.

“I’m glad you find my suffering funny brother.” You glared at him from the corner of your eye.

“Come to the centre please, Miss Bridgerton.” The Queen beckoned you with her order and her hand.

You slowly made your way to the centre of the ballroom.

“The Diamond shall have a dance to celebrate their achievement, and they shall have their own choice of man to share this dance with.”

The Queen stood confidently with a smile, waiting impatiently for you to choose.

You looked desperately towards Anthony and your eyes frantically looked around the room.

You didn’t want to dance with any of these men, in fact you didn’t want to dance at all!

Morpheus’ eyes danced around the room, finding his sister.

Death looked at him and then nodded in your direction, clearly telling him that he should make himself known.

He simply looked away trying to ignore her, when his eyes locked with yours.

You raised your brows, silently asking him if you could dance with him.

He nodded once, letting you know that it was okay.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and stalked towards Morpheus apprehensively.

“Might I share a dance with you my lord?”

[i-like-the-eyes]

"Before you didn't kill me"

Another artwork for my Corinthian fan fic Lowered Shades.

This is from chapter 1 where these two meet.

[ibrithir-was-here]

Been a stressful sort of last two weeks and not over yet, but did some self indulgent rough Sandman doodles to chill out before bed. Danny boy and Cori 2 gettin all the cuddles x)

[just-french-me-up]

Hi, if possible and you are still taking prompts request, could you do number 12 pls? Thanks!

Fandom : The Sandman | 1.5k Pairing : Dream of the Endless x Fem!Nameless!Reader (3rd person, no (Y/N)) Prompt : "The things I want to do to you..." Rating : M/E (Suggestive talk and a heavy dose of seduction more than outright smut) Tags : Established relationship | PWP with feelings | Nada rules : Endless beings and humans cannot have sex in the Waking World, or the Universe shall unleash hell and ruin on said human

Dream of the Endless was no stranger to duty. His own existence was ruled by obligations, endless tasks he had to see through only for them to be completed again, as Sisyphus rolls his boulder up the hill. He had spent countless hours, days, months, years, eras on his own, in the name of duty.

Yet, when it came to his lover's obligations in the Waking World, his regard for duty often weakened. It was selfish of him, he knew it. A little dismissive too, or so she had told him on a few occasions. How could he be blamed, though, when valuable time meant time spent with her? He could not be expected to be pleased to have it shortened.

"When should I expect you back home?" Dream asked, as conversationally as he could.

Home. They had taken to referring to the Dreaming as such, recently. Or rather she had, which pleased him to no end. He never failed to use the word, now. That was the beauty of it. It was a word meant to be shared.

The room he was standing in was in a different home, however. Hers. It was not a place Dream would call his own, but he'd grown familiar with it, attached, almost. He knew where she liked every little trinket, where she sat to bask in the warm afternoon sun, where she preferred to read the morning papers. Every room carried her perfume, as though her presence never truly left these walls.

"I don't know," his lover's voice rose from the bathroom. "Two, three in the morning, perhaps?"

Dream frowned.

"That is quite insufficient for your mind to rest."

"I could squeeze in a nap tomorrow, then," she negotiated. He could hear a smile in her voice. "It will be something of a surprise visit." Sounds continued to emerge from behind the door, drawers being opened and closed, zips being opened. "It's a wedding reception. It's considered rude to leave before the newlyweds."

Humans had such strange traditions. If they could even be called that. Most of them had emerged during his imprisonment, making them traditions in name only, hardly a century old. More of a passing fad than anything else.

The door of the bathroom creaked open. Sometimes, Morpheus wished he needed a beating heart, only to have it stop on such occasions.

Undergarments had come a long way since the beginning of the twentieth century. Gone were chemises and drawers. These days humans favoured tighter fits, less fabric. They were less about warmth and support than aesthetics. For once, Morpheus understood the appeal.

His eyes followed her as she walked past him to reach a full-length mirror. There was something artful about it, in the way her bustier followed the slope of her waist to perfection, drew the curves of her breasts as though it had been tailored to her, and her only. He could feel the invitation of it, the growing desire to feel the fabric under his hands, to have his fingers trace these lines, too.

"Are these not mostly worn for viewing pleasure?" he asked, taking in every inch of fabric, committing them to memory.

She gave him an impish smile through the reflection as she put on her earrings. Dream resisted the urge to brush away her hair to fill her empty neck with his mouth. Oh, she was making this very difficult.

"Mostly, yes."

"Why wear it, then, if it is destined to remain hidden all night?"

She looked over her shoulder, her smile utterly disarming.

"What about my viewing pleasure?"

She turned back to the mirror, her eyes gazing at her own reflection.

"I like wearing it. It makes me feel... I don't know. Strong, I suppose. Confident. Almost like an armour. You have one in the Dreaming, don't you?"

Dream let out an amused huff, his lips drawn into a small smile as he stepped closer to her.

"Nothing quite like this."

His hand caressed her waist, indulging in the naked skin between the fabric of the bustier and the lace of her underwear, his fingertips gently playing with the hem. Never further, they both knew. Not here.

"An armour is meant to intimidate your enemies, not draw them to you."

"Good thing you're not my enemy, then."

He smiled against her shoulder, leaving a kiss on her skin. Her breathing was faster now, her pulse as well, he could feel it. She might not be aware herself, but he knew. Her skin was warmer under his lips than it was a second ago.

"The armour isn't complete yet," she told him, looking at him through the reflection of the mirror.

"Oh?"

She smoothly escaped his touch, his fingertips sliding across her lower back as she moved away. She picked up two delicate things from the chest of drawers left open and prompted one of her legs on the bed, under Dream's watchful eye.

"I see," he chuckled lightly. "Greaves."

He drank in the sight of her unrolling the fabric along her leg up to her upper thigh once, then twice, her fingers careful not to scratch the material. They were fragile things, or so he had learnt recently, after accidentally ruining a handful of those, some instances less accidental than others.

Connecting the bustier with the stockings came with somewhat of a struggle. He watched her as she tried and failed to attach the suspenders, her nails sliding against the end.

"Allow me."

Morpheus sat on the bed next to her. Slowly, his hands travelled along her leg, memorising the fabric, the way it felt, the way it glided under his fingertips. He wanted to remember it all, down to the last detail, so he could make a perfect copy of it, back home. One of his hands stopped at the lace at the top of the stocking, while the other reached further, purposefully caressing the skin of her upper thigh to catch the stray suspender. She shivered under his touch, and the temptation to keep going almost overtook him.

His movements were meticulous, precise. Once the suspender attached, Morpheus leant back, giving her space to settle her other leg next to him. All the while, he could feel her eyes upon him, though he only met them once the task was done. She didn't need an armour, nor any weapon for that matter. She could undo him with a single glance.

His lips brushed the skin of her inner thigh, right above the hem of the stocking. Her warmth was inviting, beckoning him to come closer. His mouth opened into a languid kiss, the taste of her skin on his tongue. Her pulse was there, under him, throbbing against his lips. The sigh he heard overhead only encouraged him, but ultimately, reason won.

"You are impossible," she whispered as he looked up. There was a slight mark on her skin where his lips had been. It seemed lonely there. It took all of Dream's resolve not to make another.

"Impossible enough for you to change your evening plans?"

She chuckled, shaking her head gently. At least he had tried. She ran a hand through his hair, her touch as revering as his had been. His own hands had a will of their own, drawing the shape of her hips, stroking her thighs. It became harder, then, to keep his desire at bay, to respect the clear boundaries the Universe had set for them.

"The things I want to do to you," he sighed, his fingertips digging into her flesh.

"Morpheus," she warned softly.

"I want you like this," he continued, his eyes looking into hers, unbothered by the lust she could see in them. "I want to have you like this. I want you above me so I can watch you unravel in this, all of you."

He could feel her body respond to him, leaning closer. Her hand cupped his jaw, her thumb following the line of his lips. He ran his tongue over it, for good measure.

"I want you to come on my tongue, again and again, until your thighs can't hold you up anymore."

Heat radiated from her skin, warming his own. His finger ran the length of one of the suspenders, as though testing its elasticity.

"I want to rip this to shreds and build it up again. For you."

"Later," she whispered, her cheeks flushed, a playful spark burning in her eyes.

A promise. She was ever so good at keeping them. She pulled away, depriving him of her warmth, to go slip on a dress of her choosing.

"Will you be waiting for me tonight, at home?"

"Avidly," he promised, his gaze detailing her thoroughly.

"Should I expect to be wearing any proper clothes at all?"

"Not if I have a say in the matter. Which I do."

"Sounds fair enough."

Morpheus stood up and took her hand, pressing a kiss against it.

"Do enjoy your evening, love of mine."

"My evening? Not my night?" she teased.

"Nights are my domain. Trust me, I will make it nothing but pleasant. You have provided quite the inspiration."

"My pleasure."

"Oh, it shall be."

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[imjustmessy]

ALRIGHT FIRST POST EVER

I can’t believe I’m doing this, I’m not a writer, but I was hearing Billie eilish’s chihiro snippet and of course my brainrot for the Corinthian has to show up and made me write this, again, IM NOT A WRITER, so this is probably garbage-ish but it was pretty fun to write, I added my sandman oc but it can be read as a Cori x reader too!

Warnings: angst pretty much without plot

The sound of Waves.

Waves crashing, humid air and the rough sand against Fya’s bare feet…and tears pouring down her cheeks.

it was weird having this much awareness of one’s surroundings and senses in a dream

Maybe it had to do with the arch Nightmare standing in front of her.

“I trusted you”

She said softly to the blonde man, who was about 10 feet away from her, In the waking he couldn’t have heard her, but reality bends in a dream, or is it a nightmare?

He was just standing still, his face didn’t show any strong emotion at all, just…a slight sadness

“You knew who I was, what I was from the beginning.” He stated, looking directly at her, even with his dark glasses on she could tell where his gaze was, she clenched her jaw, her fist balled to the sides of her torso, more, hot, salty tears ran down her face

“No…I don’t know you, I don’t know you at all, Corinthian.”

The blonde’s face changes, from lightly frowned to completely blank, and his chin tilts upwards like he was talking to a lesser being, like he hadn’t shared so, so many things together, walking along a sunset, dancing drunkenly on a random street after partying all night, sharing laughs, kisses, and so much more, suddenly it all seemed like it was just a dream, dissolving as if it never happened.

“Of course you don’t.”

[ilovewhiteroses]

Do You Want What I Want?

Pairing: The Corinthian x Ryan (OC) Genre: Fluff, smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+ Note: My dear friend, Catchy @i-like-the-eyes gave me idea for this fic, plus they inspired and named Ryan🥰

Ryan, a young musician went out with his friends, but ended up spending the rest of the night with a handsome, interesting man…  

It was a pleasant evening and the annual summer carnival was taking place in the small town. Lots of people went there, no wonder, because one could spend their time well. Ryan, a young lutenist, went with his friends who were artists themselves. Among them were painters, singers, photographers and illustrators.

As soon as they entered the event, they immediately noticed the stalls with handmade works and homemade delicacies. They went over there and some admired the wonderful wood carvings and decorative objects, while others tasted the drinks and cheeses made by the locals. They began to think about what their next stop should be.

"I know! Let's go drive bumper cars and then eat cotton candy!" exclaimed Leni, the painter, enthusiastically. Ryan and the others agreed and after spending their time there, they went for a carousel ride. The young man enjoyed the evening, he felt as if he had flown back to his childhood.

"So guys, what should we do now?" he asked his friends a bit later. There were so many other things they wanted to try that they decided to split up and everyone would go where they want to and then meet at the entrance when they are done. Ryan quickly found the restroom, which was surprisingly quite cultured, then went back to explore the carnival. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, checked it and saw a new email. The surprised lutenist sat down on an empty bench to read it.

We'd be honored to have you as our musical guest at the annual Music For The Youth event, where we present kids the beauty of music.

He smiled to himself, since lately he has been getting more and more requests and he was very happy about it. While he was on his phone, he heard a man's voice.

"Hello! Can I sit here?" he asked politely and Ryan looked up. Standing in front of him was a tall blond man wearing slacks and a suit jacket, a stylish contrast to his black t-shirt and jeans combination.

"Um, sure, you can sit down." he answered him. As the man sat down, Ryan quickly put the phone back in his pocket. The man crossed his legs, settled himself, then offered his hand to Ryan.

"My name is Cori." he said as Ryan shook his hand and introduced himself. "Your name is beautiful. I'm glad to meet you. Did you come to the carnival alone?” Cori asked.

"No, I came with my friends, we just split up for a while because everyone wanted to see things and try them." Ryan replied, rubbing the back of his head embarrassedly. He never really liked to communicate with strangers, but at the same time, he didn't want to be a jerk by turning the guy down with some silly nonsense.

"Oh I see." Cori said with a big smile and pushed the sunglasses up his nose with his index finger. "Is there a part you haven't been to yet?"

Ryan found the man's directness strange, he didn't understand why he was so nice to him. What’s the worst that could happen? He had previously taken a few Krav Maga classes, at most if he thinks the situation is suspicious, he uses what he has learned.

"Well, uh, I haven't been to the shooting gallery yet." he replied, then looked at the man's sunglasses, which made him want to slap himself on the forehead. Before Ryan could say something else, Cori jumped up from the bench enthusiastically.

"Then come, let's not waste time!" Ryan also got up from the bench and was thinking that there must be a good reason why Cori is wearing sunglasses even at night.

They arrived at the agreed location and the target shooter told them the rules.

"Okay, gentlemen. You have to shoot with this toy gun, which has sponge bullets. You have to hit these fast-moving wood ducks, but you have to be clever, because only the ones with the number wins. Well, which one of you wants to try his luck?” he asked, rubbing his palms. Cori raised his hand.

"Excuse me for asking, but are you sure about this?" Ryan asked in shock. "Aren't those sunglasses too dark?"

"Don't worry, I can see perfectly, and my other senses are also extremely sophisticated." Cori replied with a laugh.

Okay then, Ryan thought to himself and put his hands in his pockets. Target shooting guy handed Cori the toy gun, then stood aside. Cori stretched out his arm and waited for the numbered winged animals to come, then shot. After a while, he got so into the game that he even stuck out his tongue a little and fired all the bullets. Ryan was very amused by this sight, he thought it was pretty cute. The shooting gallery man showed him and Cori what prizes there were to choose from.

”Is there anything you would like, Ryan?” Cori asked kindly.

The musician started thinking. The selection was not too exciting, especially for an adult, as most of them were designed for children. In the end, Ryan decided on a red toy guitar, because it somewhat reminded him of a lute.

He started to feel more comfortable with Cori, he even went to have hamburgers with him, and found himself forgetting about his friends and what they agreed on. He quickly wrote in the group chat that he was tired and took a taxi home.

"I hope this is not a problem for you." Cori said a little worried.

"Oh, don't worry, it's happened before, they'll understand." Ryan told him, and with that, he silenced his phone. Now he just wanted to focus on Cori.

He found him very fascinating.

"Speaking of going home, would you like to walk home with me? If you’d like, we could have a few drinks, then we will see." he said with a suggestive smile. Seeing this, Ryan gulped, but was excited at the same time.

It was clear what Cori wanted.

"Okay, let's go. How about I leave this guitar here? I don't need it anyway." he told Cori, who shrugged, thinking Ryan does what he wants. As they made their way out, Ryan set the small instrument down by the entrance so a child would take it.

The streets were already dark and only the street lamps were on. Ryan wished he could see more of Cori's face because he liked what he had seen of him so far. As they got closer and closer to his apartment, Ryan's heart began to beat faster. They talked on the way. He found out that Cori is a businessman whose goal is to visit as many places and gain as many experiences as possible. There was also talk of instruments and music and, for some reason, dreams and nightmares, which Ryan didn't know what to think of, but he didn't care. He enjoyed listening to Cori, while thinking how hot his speaking voice was, how beautifully his lips moved when he spoke, when Ryan managed to catch him in the lamplight, how graceful his hand movements were while he was explaining... Ryan suddenly felt so hot as the sexual tension was getting more intense between them. He also started to feel his pants getting tighter...

They got to Cori's apartment and went inside, but he didn't turn on the light, the only source of light was the moon shining through the window. Ryan was looking for the switch when Cori pulled him close in the dark and slowly leaned him against the wall.

"Do you want what I want?" he whispered sultryly in his ear, then kissed his neck, which made Ryan’s knees almost giving out.

Of course he wanted it! Ryan had one-night stands before, but felt that this time would be different...

They began to kiss passionately, then Cori reached down to Ryan's erection and began to gently massage it. Ryan did the same to him while kissing his neck. He wanted the blond man so much that he could barely contain himself. He pulled his top off, Cori did the same, then knelt down in front of Ryan. He unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled them down to his ankles together with his underpants. The musician's dick popped out.

"Fuck, you have a nice cock!" Cori said panting as he began to jerk off Ryan, then took his cock into his mouth. Other times he did it much more sensually and slowly, but this time he was too overcome with desire. He took hold of Ryan's cock at the base with his index finger and thumb, then began to suck it, sometimes licking his balls as well. Ryan enjoyed this all with his eyes closed and ran his hands through Cori's hair. He felt close to explosion, and even though he didn't want to cum yet, he couldn't take it anymore and came, Cori could barely swallow the hot result. He took the spectacular penis out of his mouth and looked up at Ryan.

"Damn, baby, that was a lot!" he said appreciatively.

"Fuck, that was hot!" Ryan said panting, gasping for air. If the blow job was this good, how fucking amazing could sex itself be, he thought to himself. Cori stood up and pulled off his pants. Since Ryan was a bit shorter than him, he had to figure something out.

"Get on all fours!" he instructed the young man, who did so. Cori pulled his ass towards him, then grabbed his cock and slapped it against Ryan’s entrance. Before inserting it, he spit into his palm and smeared it over his cock, then slowly inserted himself into his partner. Cori let Ryan adjust to his size. Just like with the blowjob, he fucked fast, he didn't want to be gentle and slow. He wanted wild and crazy sex and he got it. Ryan's knees were pressing against the hard floor, but he didn't care. His ass slammed against Cori's thighs as he reached down to his own cock and began to masturbate. He felt that he was close again, but this time he didn't want to orgasm as quickly as before.

"Wait!" he said to Cori, who paused for a moment. "I want to ride you." Without further ado, Cori pulled out of him and laid on his back, Ryan got up from his position and placed himself on top, letting Cori’s cock back into himself. He raised his knees, put his arms behind him and continued to fuck himself on Cori's cock, who grabbed Ryan's cock and started jerking it. The apartment was loud with their lustful moans, both of them were sweating as if they had run a marathon. Minutes later Ryan was cumming on Cori's belly, and Cori was cumming into Ryan….

Ryan woke up in his yesterday night partner's bed. Cori wasn't there, so he went to look for him in the kitchen and the living room, but he was nowhere to be found. Ryan quickly got dressed and left the apartment. Although he regrets not being able to say goodbye to the handsome, blond man, he was glad that they had a crazy, sexy and fun night together.

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[thoughtsfromlayla]

Hangover.

“This… tastes like hate,” Layla grumbles as some of the brown concoction dribbles out of her mouth and back into the glass cup she drank it from. 

“I can’t believe I agreed to hang out with you last night,” Matthew caws, dunking his beak into his own brown concoction. The liquid was so close to his nose, it only made him want to throw up more than was necessary.

“Matthew, stop talking so loud,” the blue mermaid groans, her webbed fingers going to grab at her pounding head. She knew, damnit, not to steal that fairy wine from the castle cellars and yet here she was, witnessing the consequences of her own actions. 

“Perhaps you have learned your lesson now, Layla,” Lucienne almost scolds her like a mother would a child. The librarian pours another glass of brown liquid as Corinthian and Mervyn both come into the library, their faces taut with pain as well. “You got Merv to drink as well? Bad mermaid.”

“It was more like… FOMO or whatever the young kids in the Waking World say now,” Layla murmurs, gesturing generally as she drowns the last of Lucienne’s hangover potion.

She hates to admit that the concoction was actually helping with her headache. It was still there, a general subtle pain, but at least she can’t fill her heartbeat in her head and it doesn’t hurt to breathe through her gills anymore. Layla smacks her lips, tasting what she thought were beetle exoskeletons within the drink. 

“Life of the party, Lady Layla of the Lagoon,” Corinthian says smugly as he takes Lucienne’s hangover cure more like a shot of vodka instead of careful sips. As if it didn’t taste like wood varnish and went down your throat like velvet sofa linings. 

Layla groans, not bothering with a response and flopping down on the table she perched on. She still felt like a week old Sunday catch. How the hell is he unaffected by the fairy wine? Layla’s gaze turns to Mervyn as well, and while he looked worse than Cori, the pumpkin head was still better off than both her and Matthew combined. 

“Oh, you still have vomit on your tail,” Corinthian comments, picking at the flaking and dry vomit that was stuck to one of Layla’s scales. 

“Hands off,” Layla scowls, her scales her pride and joy. The tails comes up quickly before slapping down on the back of the nightmare’s hand, the sound of wet scales on skin echoing in the library of hangover victims (plus Lucienne). 

“Yeowch,” Corinthian says sarcastically and Layla watches with her own smug smile as his skin starts to welt from the force of her fin slap. “Same time next weekend?”

“Next weekend? I’ll vomit on your suit next time.” 

[can-of-pringles]

Comic sketch commission for @practically-an-x-man of a scene from their Corinthian x OC fanfic

[overly-dramatic-artist]

If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

[mrsdesade]

yeah I made em' smooch ❣️

[thethreeeyed-raven]

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

experience

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

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

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

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

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

Quite frankly, it hurt his pride.

Did you find him revolting?

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

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

"My love."

Morpheus' voice was quiet and soft.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you not love me?"

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

"Bad experiences?" Had someone hurt you?

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

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

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

"Thank you, my dream."

[i-like-the-eyes]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Corinthian/Original Male Character Characters: The Corinthian (Sandman), Vitus (OC), Dream of the Endless Additional Tags: Hero!Dream, Sidekick!Corinthian, Villain!Vitus, Smut, sidekick x villain, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Enemies to Lovers, Superhero!AU, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers Summary:

"The Nightmare" - sidekick of the local super hero - get's kidnapped by one of their enemies - "The Demon" The two had fought and flirted in the past whenever they had met. Now being at the mercy of the pretty villain the Nightmare is torn between his attraction towards his enemy and the loyalty towards his boss...

[caydearsonist]

first time posting cori and the oc art be nice s’il vous plait