MalKai Xodus

Pairing: Corinthian x Male! reader

Prompt: Meeting a man you found on the internet

Warnings: porn with little plot, plot twist tho, oral,

Notes: like all my fanfictions I was going to add more but then I didn’t lol. Anyway this is made for Malachi! So hello mal!

The Love Inn Motel, a place you were convinced you would spend the rest of your life in. A horrible run-down motel that held secrets and desires no one else had to know about. That was your life, a secret. All the men you ever met were hiding you away in motels, afraid to admit they were into men. The night you spend being filled with pleasure and desire always ended with you alone. You pause a second, biting down on your bottom lip as you think this over again. Sure, meeting some sketchy man on the internet in person, with nothing to defend yourself, is not the best idea, and you may have purposely not told any of your friends about it just so they wouldn’t immediately tell you how horrible the idea was, but you couldn’t help it. This is all you had allowed yourself to be. A little motel whore that allowed men to experience with their sexuality before completely tossing you out like trash and going back to their miserable lives.

Like always, it started on some shitty hookup app. You had allowed yourself to indulge in this app before, but why not? This app was intended to help release some tension in your body; it wasn’t something serious. To actually fall in love with these men was just a death sentence waiting to happen. As much as your friends would probably laugh in your face if you confessed to going on a website to stop your horniness, it was just something you had to do, especially in the area where you lived. You couldn’t just come out and say that you were a fag and that you wanted to fuck dudes. Your friend may not have gotten it. They wouldn’t understand that when they went out with their partners, no one batted an eye, but that's not how you were allowed to live.

Your eyes scan the screen of your phone, seeing the number of rooms at the motel. It replayed over your head again and again. Room 203. Room 203. Room 203. Your heart felt like it was spilling out of your chest. God, you were nervous. What if he wasn’t even here? Or worse, it was some prank to get you here and humiliate you. You stumble up and down the hall, looking at all the numbers on the door 199. 200. 201. 202. Oh fuck you can’t do this. You truly could not do this. You paused in front of the door he texted you to meet at. Your hands shook as you held your phone, your eyes looking over the message once more before you let out a deep breath. Yeah, no, you weren’t going to do this. You turned your back ready to leave this whole sexual thought alone. It was a terrible idea to come here; it’s better to just leave.

“Are you y/n?”

A voice said, making you jump a bit. You turned to see the door of the motel room wide open and a blonde man standing in the doorway. You bit down on your bottom lip. Thank God he was real and not some creep. His platinum blonde hair, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, and his tall structure looming against the door frame. Holy fuck, this was real. He was real!

“Yeah, uh…I was just going to get something to drink first.”

You lied, trying to come up with a bullshit excuse for why you were leaving. He seemed puzzled before a smirk ran across his face.

“I have drinks inside, pretty boy.”

He said with a boast of confident tone. You gulped a bit and nodded before he moved to the side, allowing you to come inside.

The motel room was very cheap. A very dingy place with horrible color sheets, cigarette burns on everything, and a floor that looked like it survived the Great Depression. You lived in motels like this. This was just as common as ever. It didn't settle your nerves, though the fact that he was real and he seemed to hold this confidence that other men rarely have, other men who shushed you as they rushed you into the room just to hump you a bit, and then kicked you out. This seemed different. The door was quickly shut as privacy was given to both of you. Your heart felt like it was fluttering in your chest.

“So about that drink?”

He asked as he approached the nightstand by the bed that had a wine bottle on it and two glasses already ready. It was a bit refreshing and way out of your comfort level. You felt…nervous. This was out of your repetitive schedule.

“You look nervous, hm?”

He questioned but grabbed both the glasses, handing you one of them. You let out a deep breath as you felt your nerves settle. Maybe this was good. You don’t always have to be with a man who doesn’t care.

“I didn’t expect this.”

You muttered, looking up at him and taking a small sip from the glass. His dark glasses stare back at you, refusing to allow your eyes to meet his. You stood up, placing your glass back onto the nightstand. Your attitude changed to the confidence you usually had when being with men. Your hands went to his face, allowing you both to get closer.

“You going to wear these all night long?”

You laughed a bit as your hands rose against his face and went to grab his glasses. He was quick to drop his glass and grab your hands, a gasp escaping your lips as you heard the glass shattering. The wine glass smashed into many pieces and hid itself against the carpet. His whole body tensed up as his strength latched onto your wrist. You fucked up. You fucked up already. Over some damn sunglasses. Your face felt like it was turning blue as you both went silent.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t just nerves but something else. Sure, the men you got with had their own creepy, weird fetishes, but the way he acted was just a serial killer vibe.

“I like to keep them on.”

The hostility of the whole situation killed any romance that was forming between you both. This seems like predator and prey; you happen to fall right into something you weren’t sure you could get out of.

“Sit.”

He commanded, and you literally felt your eyes widen. You had just become star-struck just by him. His actions and his words weren't like any others. You plopped down onto the bed, sitting down against the stiff mattress. Your heart pounded like a drum, and you felt like you were shaking with nervousness.

“Would you like me to clean that up?”

You asked, gesturing to the glass on the floor. He didn't even turn his attention to the many glass pieces that had been smashed into the carpet; he just pushed himself against the bed, allowing himself to become closer to you.

“No, no, it's quite all right.”

He was getting closer so very close to the point you allowed yourself to lie against the bed instead of sitting on the mattress, making you immediately regret that, but even when you did that, it just caused him to crawl on top of you. Oh my God. You felt completely caught off guard. His hands trailed down, going towards the belt on your pants.

“You're shaking like a God damn virgin. Didn't you say you do this all the time?”

He teased, shit, you did say that. You messaged him that out of a spewl of boldness, and now you were lying here as stiff as the mattress, shaking like you were doing something you had never done before. This was nonsense to be so nervous like this, but you felt so bamboozled by him that you couldn't help but lie here like you had no experience under your belt. He let out a snicker as he undid your belt, allowing the leather to undo its holding. Your lips pursed up as if you were going to say something, but you knew you wasnt.

In a quick movement, he had everything off. Your pants and belt were stripped from you, leaving you in your tighty whities. Your dick, hard against the tight cloth. It seemed to satisfy him as he began to move his hand to your bulge.

“I thought you would be more talkative.”

He stated that as he massaged the area, a hiss of breath escaped your lips. Oh fuck. His movements were like butter, so smooth with how he massaged your sensitive area, it had you squirming already.

“I…uh…I just-“

Yet no words formed. You were nervous and shy, which was just so unlike you. A few days ago, you were messaging him the dirtiest, boldest things you could message, and now you were stuttering over your penis being rubbed a bit. Your skin felt like it was burning as it ached for his touch. He seemed so addictive that it had you fluttering around like a butterfly on the bed. The tight texture being rubbed against your hard on was the perfect contrast of rough and softness.

“You made it seem as if you were passed around like candy, but now you lie here like a simple touch is going to make you cum.”

His words were so seriocomic you couldn't tell if he was seriously offended you hadn't matched his level or if he took it as something hilarious that you suddenly croaked.

“Did you lie to me?”

He asked, his head turning to look up at you. You quickly shook your head no,o but he moved his hand away, leaving you to whimper at the lost contact. He leaned closer to your face as he spoke in a deep whisper.

“Did you lie?”

Your thoughts were running a marathon, not only were you stuck in a teasing position with your dick waiting to cum at any second, but he was deeply disappointed in you. His tone was much thicker and harsher than you were expecting. Your anxiety rushed to you, and the first thing you wanted to do was to run. Run with your pants down and leave as soon as possible.

“No!”

You squeal as your face flushed up. Jesus fucking Christ. His sotic expression made the whole thing feel so intense. You couldn’t tell how he felt about your response.

“Sure, pretty boy, I believe that.”

He laughed a bit as his hands moved to the waistband of your underarm, quick to yank it down past your thighs. His mood swings were all over the place; it made you constantly feel like an animal being experimented on. One moment, he seemed as if he was going to murder you, and the next, he was exposing you to himself.

Your eyes shut close as you just thought of the pleasure you were about to feel. His hand dipped down between your thighs to grab a hold of your length. The red veiny penis that sprang out for him, leaking with pre cum. It didn’t matter if he went all crazy on you; all you needed was this boner go,ne and you could block him immediately.

“Yeah, keep those eyes closed.”

Whatever, you weren’t going to say anything. If he wanted to comment on it, he could. He could document your every moment as long as you came and you were good. You heard something being placed on the nightstand, but again, it didn’t concern you. You didn’t want to think about whatever the hell he was doing unless it involved pleasuring you, pleasuring you.

Moist lips attached themself to your tip before his tongue wrapped itself around you, inhaling your precum. Your hips arching upwards and your eyes wrinkling as you had them squeezed extremely close. This was heaven. You instantly gripped your hands onto his hair fisting it with all your might as you pushed him down more.

“Careful, sweetheart.”

He said clearly and you instantly let go allowing him to have control over the situation

“Fuck…sorry~!”

You grunted out as you focused on his sucking ability. You swore that your dick was swollen right there just hard and bright as a cherry. He greedily stuffed his face with your cock making sure to take each inch.

Not even a single gag escaped him just small pops from his lips sucking too hard. It was pleasurable to have a man actually know what he is doing and able to take all of you not even taking a break just allowing your pleasure to be appreciated

He loved this, he loved watching you as you squirm and let yourself be comfortable. The sounds you made the way your eyes remained squeezed shut ignoring him as he pleased you. He knew you weren’t paying attention to him that you just wanted to get off and get out. You knew nothing of him, how horrible he truly was. He was a god damn nightmare and you were ignoring him to get off. It warmed his heart.

You thrusted upwards even though he took you all you couldn’t help but move your hips upwards. He let out a small chuckle and it caused you to shake your head. How dare he giggle? You grew a bit frustrated but it- wait…how was he laughing

You peered your eyes open as confusion settled on you. How could he laugh and give you pleasure? Your body went stoic as you leaned up a bit only to be faced with truly a sight.

His sunglasses were completely removed and two pairs of mouths were underneath instead of his eyes one of his mouth sockets sucking deeply into your dick.

The motel broke out with screaming as your terror went past the halls echoing. Your phone binged with messages from your friends asking where you were. But all that didn’t matter now, you were just a prey in his trap. No one would remember you, not a motel whore.

Pairing: Corinthian x Male! reader

Prompt: Meeting a man you found on the internet

Warnings: porn with little plot, plot twist tho, oral,

Notes: like all my fanfictions I was going to add more but then I didn’t lol. Anyway this is made for Malachi! So hello mal!

The Love Inn Motel, a place you were convinced you would spend the rest of your life in. A horrible run-down motel that held secrets and desires no one else had to know about. That was your life, a secret. All the men you ever met were hiding you away in motels, afraid to admit they were into men. The night you spend being filled with pleasure and desire always ended with you alone. You pause a second, biting down on your bottom lip as you think this over again. Sure, meeting some sketchy man on the internet in person, with nothing to defend yourself, is not the best idea, and you may have purposely not told any of your friends about it just so they wouldn’t immediately tell you how horrible the idea was, but you couldn’t help it. This is all you had allowed yourself to be. A little motel whore that allowed men to experience with their sexuality before completely tossing you out like trash and going back to their miserable lives.

Like always, it started on some shitty hookup app. You had allowed yourself to indulge in this app before, but why not? This app was intended to help release some tension in your body; it wasn’t something serious. To actually fall in love with these men was just a death sentence waiting to happen. As much as your friends would probably laugh in your face if you confessed to going on a website to stop your horniness, it was just something you had to do, especially in the area where you lived. You couldn’t just come out and say that you were a fag and that you wanted to fuck dudes. Your friend may not have gotten it. They wouldn’t understand that when they went out with their partners, no one batted an eye, but that's not how you were allowed to live.

Your eyes scan the screen of your phone, seeing the number of rooms at the motel. It replayed over your head again and again. Room 203. Room 203. Room 203. Your heart felt like it was spilling out of your chest. God, you were nervous. What if he wasn’t even here? Or worse, it was some prank to get you here and humiliate you. You stumble up and down the hall, looking at all the numbers on the door 199. 200. 201. 202. Oh fuck you can’t do this. You truly could not do this. You paused in front of the door he texted you to meet at. Your hands shook as you held your phone, your eyes looking over the message once more before you let out a deep breath. Yeah, no, you weren’t going to do this. You turned your back ready to leave this whole sexual thought alone. It was a terrible idea to come here; it’s better to just leave.

“Are you y/n?”

A voice said, making you jump a bit. You turned to see the door of the motel room wide open and a blonde man standing in the doorway. You bit down on your bottom lip. Thank God he was real and not some creep. His platinum blonde hair, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, and his tall structure looming against the door frame. Holy fuck, this was real. He was real!

“Yeah, uh…I was just going to get something to drink first.”

You lied, trying to come up with a bullshit excuse for why you were leaving. He seemed puzzled before a smirk ran across his face.

“I have drinks inside, pretty boy.”

He said with a boast of confident tone. You gulped a bit and nodded before he moved to the side, allowing you to come inside.

The motel room was very cheap. A very dingy place with horrible color sheets, cigarette burns on everything, and a floor that looked like it survived the Great Depression. You lived in motels like this. This was just as common as ever. It didn't settle your nerves, though the fact that he was real and he seemed to hold this confidence that other men rarely have, other men who shushed you as they rushed you into the room just to hump you a bit, and then kicked you out. This seemed different. The door was quickly shut as privacy was given to both of you. Your heart felt like it was fluttering in your chest.

“So about that drink?”

He asked as he approached the nightstand by the bed that had a wine bottle on it and two glasses already ready. It was a bit refreshing and way out of your comfort level. You felt…nervous. This was out of your repetitive schedule.

“You look nervous, hm?”

He questioned but grabbed both the glasses, handing you one of them. You let out a deep breath as you felt your nerves settle. Maybe this was good. You don’t always have to be with a man who doesn’t care.

“I didn’t expect this.”

You muttered, looking up at him and taking a small sip from the glass. His dark glasses stare back at you, refusing to allow your eyes to meet his. You stood up, placing your glass back onto the nightstand. Your attitude changed to the confidence you usually had when being with men. Your hands went to his face, allowing you both to get closer.

“You going to wear these all night long?”

You laughed a bit as your hands rose against his face and went to grab his glasses. He was quick to drop his glass and grab your hands, a gasp escaping your lips as you heard the glass shattering. The wine glass smashed into many pieces and hid itself against the carpet. His whole body tensed up as his strength latched onto your wrist. You fucked up. You fucked up already. Over some damn sunglasses. Your face felt like it was turning blue as you both went silent.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t just nerves but something else. Sure, the men you got with had their own creepy, weird fetishes, but the way he acted was just a serial killer vibe.

“I like to keep them on.”

The hostility of the whole situation killed any romance that was forming between you both. This seems like predator and prey; you happen to fall right into something you weren’t sure you could get out of.

“Sit.”

He commanded, and you literally felt your eyes widen. You had just become star-struck just by him. His actions and his words weren't like any others. You plopped down onto the bed, sitting down against the stiff mattress. Your heart pounded like a drum, and you felt like you were shaking with nervousness.

“Would you like me to clean that up?”

You asked, gesturing to the glass on the floor. He didn't even turn his attention to the many glass pieces that had been smashed into the carpet; he just pushed himself against the bed, allowing himself to become closer to you.

“No, no, it's quite all right.”

He was getting closer so very close to the point you allowed yourself to lie against the bed instead of sitting on the mattress, making you immediately regret that, but even when you did that, it just caused him to crawl on top of you. Oh my God. You felt completely caught off guard. His hands trailed down, going towards the belt on your pants.

“You're shaking like a God damn virgin. Didn't you say you do this all the time?”

He teased, shit, you did say that. You messaged him that out of a spewl of boldness, and now you were lying here as stiff as the mattress, shaking like you were doing something you had never done before. This was nonsense to be so nervous like this, but you felt so bamboozled by him that you couldn't help but lie here like you had no experience under your belt. He let out a snicker as he undid your belt, allowing the leather to undo its holding. Your lips pursed up as if you were going to say something, but you knew you wasnt.

In a quick movement, he had everything off. Your pants and belt were stripped from you, leaving you in your tighty whities. Your dick, hard against the tight cloth. It seemed to satisfy him as he began to move his hand to your bulge.

“I thought you would be more talkative.”

He stated that as he massaged the area, a hiss of breath escaped your lips. Oh fuck. His movements were like butter, so smooth with how he massaged your sensitive area, it had you squirming already.

“I…uh…I just-“

Yet no words formed. You were nervous and shy, which was just so unlike you. A few days ago, you were messaging him the dirtiest, boldest things you could message, and now you were stuttering over your penis being rubbed a bit. Your skin felt like it was burning as it ached for his touch. He seemed so addictive that it had you fluttering around like a butterfly on the bed. The tight texture being rubbed against your hard on was the perfect contrast of rough and softness.

“You made it seem as if you were passed around like candy, but now you lie here like a simple touch is going to make you cum.”

His words were so seriocomic you couldn't tell if he was seriously offended you hadn't matched his level or if he took it as something hilarious that you suddenly croaked.

“Did you lie to me?”

He asked, his head turning to look up at you. You quickly shook your head no,o but he moved his hand away, leaving you to whimper at the lost contact. He leaned closer to your face as he spoke in a deep whisper.

“Did you lie?”

Your thoughts were running a marathon, not only were you stuck in a teasing position with your dick waiting to cum at any second, but he was deeply disappointed in you. His tone was much thicker and harsher than you were expecting. Your anxiety rushed to you, and the first thing you wanted to do was to run. Run with your pants down and leave as soon as possible.

“No!”

You squeal as your face flushed up. Jesus fucking Christ. His sotic expression made the whole thing feel so intense. You couldn’t tell how he felt about your response.

“Sure, pretty boy, I believe that.”

He laughed a bit as his hands moved to the waistband of your underarm, quick to yank it down past your thighs. His mood swings were all over the place; it made you constantly feel like an animal being experimented on. One moment, he seemed as if he was going to murder you, and the next, he was exposing you to himself.

Your eyes shut close as you just thought of the pleasure you were about to feel. His hand dipped down between your thighs to grab a hold of your length. The red veiny penis that sprang out for him, leaking with pre cum. It didn’t matter if he went all crazy on you; all you needed was this boner go,ne and you could block him immediately.

“Yeah, keep those eyes closed.”

Whatever, you weren’t going to say anything. If he wanted to comment on it, he could. He could document your every moment as long as you came and you were good. You heard something being placed on the nightstand, but again, it didn’t concern you. You didn’t want to think about whatever the hell he was doing unless it involved pleasuring you, pleasuring you.

Moist lips attached themself to your tip before his tongue wrapped itself around you, inhaling your precum. Your hips arching upwards and your eyes wrinkling as you had them squeezed extremely close. This was heaven. You instantly gripped your hands onto his hair fisting it with all your might as you pushed him down more.

“Careful, sweetheart.”

He said clearly and you instantly let go allowing him to have control over the situation

“Fuck…sorry~!”

You grunted out as you focused on his sucking ability. You swore that your dick was swollen right there just hard and bright as a cherry. He greedily stuffed his face with your cock making sure to take each inch.

Not even a single gag escaped him just small pops from his lips sucking too hard. It was pleasurable to have a man actually know what he is doing and able to take all of you not even taking a break just allowing your pleasure to be appreciated

He loved this, he loved watching you as you squirm and let yourself be comfortable. The sounds you made the way your eyes remained squeezed shut ignoring him as he pleased you. He knew you weren’t paying attention to him that you just wanted to get off and get out. You knew nothing of him, how horrible he truly was. He was a god damn nightmare and you were ignoring him to get off. It warmed his heart.

You thrusted upwards even though he took you all you couldn’t help but move your hips upwards. He let out a small chuckle and it caused you to shake your head. How dare he giggle? You grew a bit frustrated but it- wait…how was he laughing

You peered your eyes open as confusion settled on you. How could he laugh and give you pleasure? Your body went stoic as you leaned up a bit only to be faced with truly a sight.

His sunglasses were completely removed and two pairs of mouths were underneath instead of his eyes one of his mouth sockets sucking deeply into your dick.

The motel broke out with screaming as your terror went past the halls echoing. Your phone binged with messages from your friends asking where you were. But all that didn’t matter now, you were just a prey in his trap. No one would remember you, not a motel whore.

Parings: Corinthian x Male! Reader

Prompts: Au of some sort you just gotta read to understand

Warnings: toxic masculinity, mentions of abuse if you squint, WW2, toxic society standards, a lot of context and a long ass beginning, homophobia if you squint, mentions of drinking, mentions of killing and blood, mental hospital, inter homophobia, degradation, hitting, face fucking,

Notes: This took so long and it’s not my favoriteeee but still I’m kinda proud :)

1940

You had just turned twenty-one two weeks ago. Your heart pounded with a newfound feeling you couldn’t even explain. It just seemed so strange to be twenty-one. You were becoming a proper man. It was about time to get a proper job, find a nice lady, and settle down like what was expected of you. That alone was scary to deal with. The responsibilities of manhood are rooted into your DNA. Your father looked at you expecting you to figure out your path now. His shame was obvious as he seemed to notice how much in life you lacked. You weren’t as strong as the other men, you didn’t speak as clearly as they did, and you didn’t take an interest in getting married. You wanted to write, you wanted to sing, you wanted to simply exist and live. What a queer thought, to want to enjoy life around you. When the war began you knew your father was happy. A man was what you were going to become. That drafting paper with your name on it was going to change you. You were either going to die a boy or live and become a man. Either way, your dad was happy that you were going to be forced to change.

Your eyes drifted to the glass in front of you. The condensation dripped a bit off the glass and sank into the surface of the bar. The dark liquid called out to you, her bitter sweetness begging to know your struggles. Those struggles you couldn’t tell anyone else but the sweet whisky in front of you. She was the only one not allowed to judge. Any of your friends would laugh in your face if you told them the thoughts you've been having. The fears of war, the delicate way you were trying to live. War was the pure opposite of you. It was violent, manly, hostile, cold and you were sweet, timid, sensitive. A man couldn’t be sensitive and if he was he definitely couldn’t speak of it. You had to pull yourself away from these things and become a good man fighting for his country because it was required. This country was great and you had no right not to defend it.

You couldn’t talk about your fears. What could you possibly even say? You would sound like a lunatic they would sure lock you up and forget the key. No, it was your job to be strong, to fight for your country so you had to. You grabbed a hold of the glass and aggressively placed it to your lips before allowing the whisky to be swallowed. All that fear you had was just weakness. It made you less than a man. All your buddies weren’t scared it was simply just you. You stood up from where you sat at the bar. Your eyes narrowed down at the glass that stood solemn by itself. The liquid inside you was the only thing that knew of your struggles and the small amount of liquid left at the very bottom of the glass never had the chance to know what was wrong with you. Your hand moved to your pocket fishing out some money before setting it onto the surface. It was time to be going you couldn’t stay here forever drinking away your troubles. You had to pretend to be strong so no one caught on. You couldn’t allow them to know you were frail.

—

As the world around you crumbled and the blood of horrible people laid among your hands you felt yourself become mad. The other men didn’t feel this way. No, they boasted about taking a life because it was their duty to do so but for you, it was simply something driving you mad. The blood under your hands even if it had been blood of the enemies had seeped into your skin and it drove you insane. You felt as loony as the people who had to get lobotomies; in their moments before their great change was this how they felt? A waking fear, an unfamiliar strangeness, and blood spilling among their hands? Your breath quickens as the letter from your mother was gripped in your hands. You didn’t want to read her writing not when you could see the amount of blood spilling from you. You could die tomorrow and your parents would be sent a nice letter saying how much of a hero you were and for once your father would be proud. Your breathing got rapid and louder with every waking moment. You shook in fear and twitched like you were under watch. Your eyes flickered to the other soldiers who were stronger than you. It had to be a joke. They had to know how weak you were and this was just to see you crack under pressure. You were begging for a break but there was no break in the war even as you sat in the messy sleeping quarters with other men surrounding you, it wasn’t a break. You couldn’t find peace or pleasure in sleeping like the others you were scared.

“Hey- psh! Are you alright, man?”

A voice asked and you turned your head to attention of a man lying in his small bed. His eyes soft and gentle as he seemed to be genuinely worry for you. You didn’t believe it though. Men didn’t worry for other men they just tell them to suck it up. Your hand squished the letter into a round ball as your head nodded and a smile cracked from your face. It seemed to please the man even if it was fake. Your true fears live within you and you must never ever make the mistake of allowing others to know.

—

After your departure, life seemed to finally shine upon you. A hero was what you were. Your friends listened to your struggles as they drank to their own never judgment in their gaze. You were a man speaking about his stories of depression and despair no one was allowed to judge you now because you earned the right to speak of feelings. Your father was proud, that’s how you knew life had finally turned alright for you. Drinks were cheaper sometimes even free because you were a hero. Women were driven to you because you were a hero. America was saved because you murdered in the right way. For the few months you was someone people looked up to and then they moved on. They moved on and people gaze at you with judgment once more. It feared you, because in those months you didn’t feel pain but as people around you left the loneliness and aching horrors of wars haunted you. You suddenly had horrible nightmares that left you screaming at night. Your mother first took care of you worry genuinely in her eyes but she grew tired and you were left alone to feel pure terror in your sleep. A man with teeth as eyes haunted you reminding you what you were and what you could never be. In any dream no matter what it was he was somehow there. His sharp blade in his hand ready to slash into you. You were mad, you were insane, you were driven to a path that others pitied but saw as lower than them. You began to draw the man almost like an obsession. Every waking moment was you drawing him or writing about him. Papers were filled with just him as he consumed your thoughts and left you shaking. After a long night of making love to your whiskey, you stumbled home to find your parents with the many drawings. They looked concerned but mostly they seemed to feel hate towards you. Their judgment in their eyes were sharper than any insult they could speak and eventually they threw you into the loony bin ready to just forget about you completely. The world forgotten you, a hero was forgotten, and was left with the other forgotten ones of the world.

1954

“God, it seems like every fucking year more and more crazy people are admitting here.”

One of the nurses coldly said before scoffing and going about her business. You haven’t slept in two days which was risky because if they caught you they would surely do anything to make you fall asleep. You ended up just watching everything in the hospital. It was all you could do since this place had become so strict with everything. The strictness got to a point where even your drawings kept being taken away from the staff. The nurses looked in horror at your drawings of a man with blonde hair and teeth for eyes. It wasn’t your fault that he appeared to you, mocking you. Every time you would dream he was there ruining the happy setting with his abnormal appearance, he simply ruined everything for you.

As you sat in your cot trying your hardness not to fall asleep it seemed as if the walls were caving in and you wished for a small moment that it would. That the ugly walls would fall down and squash you like a bug. You had been abandoned here by everyone and it seemed easier to just die. It seemed like a mercy to just die right here alone ending this pathetic life.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep huffed breath hoping that the wall would land on you right this moment. You smirked at the melancholy idea of dying right here in this filthy cot. You laughed at the idea of the nurses finding you like this. The happy blissful daydream was cut short when you felt a strong hand shoved against your mouth. Your eyes shot up and you saw him. The pure terror in your eyes made him proud as he only smiled up at you. Oh God, he was horrible and pure evil. His appearance was scary in the dreaming but here in real life with him so close to your face you knew this was coming to an end. Your eyes flickered over to his other hand which held a knife close to you.

“You thought you could escape me?”

His tone came off sly but the words sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to ask him why you. Why had he been haunting you, and how did he even know who you were? Your reflection haunted you in his glasses. You were weak like prey under a hunter and you could see it. The way your eyes were as wide as moons and how you shook with undeniable fright.

“I am going to uncover your mouth but if you make any noise whatsoever I will…Well, I don’t think I need to tell you what I’ll do.”

He smiled widely with his taunt. You nodded, agreeing to anything if it meant that the blade wouldn’t pierce you at all. He liked that answer you could tell that this whole situation was what he wanted. He was sick and completely murderous to the point that he got off on the pain and fear she inflicted on others. His hand took its time letting go of your face really allowing you to feel his power under you.

“Look at you. So scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you unless you want me to hurt you~”

He laughed and backed away from you for allowing you a small bit of freedom. You immediately sat up and stared at him waiting for anything. You didn’t know what he could possibly want from you and you didn’t want to. You just wanted him to leave you alone. You wanted to get better you wanted people to like you again.

“What is it with people that they never want to live life the way they are supposed to?”

You cocked your head to the side as he asked that. You never really had thoughts about that. You lived life the way society tells you to live life what other way are you supposed to live it? The man just scoffed at your reaction which made you feel weak. It made you feel as if being a hero never really fucking mattered because life still wasn’t how you were supposed to be living it.

“How are people supposed to live life?”

You cringed after you asked that. You didn’t really want to talk to him to begin with and now you were asking a deep question that could only be answered by someone who cared. You expected him to laugh in your face for asking something that pathetically but instead he just leaned closer to you. His face was almost on top of yours from how close he leaned towards you. Your face heated up as blush burned into you. No, no what was this feeling? This isn’t how you ever felt towards any woman before and now this freak of a man was close to you and you felt… You felt… You felt things for him! You couldn’t even express how you felt. Your breath thickened practically breathing all over his face but he didn’t move. He didn’t seem nervous or anything. It seemed as if he knew this was how you would react and was used to it. His lips pursed upwards towards yours before pressing them against you. The softness of the kiss catches you off guard and you melt. You never melted in a kiss. You didn’t even like it when you had to kiss your girlfriends. You would just do a light peck and regret it almost instantly but this time you felt right. The softness turned aggressive as he deepened the kiss and grabbed onto you not allowing you to go anywhere. It was like he feared you would leave at any moment. You felt him pour everything into this kiss all that fear and scariness that was wrapped around him smashed right into your lips leaving you addicted to it. You were scared but God did you like it. He pulled himself away and let out an over-the-top sigh as if he was questioning if this was what he wanted. You stayed still in his grasp allowing him to do whatever he wanted this was all so new to you and so much different but at the same time, this was the first time you felt like you were supposed to be living. All that shit from the war was lost to you and heaven knows no one else remembered it either. This wasn’t right all of this but it felt so damn good that you couldn’t resist. He flung the knife to the bed and grabbed a hold of your plain white shirt that the nurses gave you. It was better than a stray jacket that’s what you told yourself. His hands grabbed a hold onto it and was quick to pull it over your head and throw it behind you before latching his lips onto your neck. It was such a quick moment that you didn’t even have time to react. You felt so caught off guard and so intoxicated with lust that you couldn’t help but feel pleased with his actions. The pleasing kisses he left opened a whole new world to you as you felt enchanted under his charms. You didn’t even feel like yourself or anything you tried to be in your past all you felt at the moment was this connection that was deemed incorrect by society. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your hands went to his hair gripping it tightly as you pushed him more against your neck never wanting to let this feeling separate.

He pulled away once again and just stared at you through his tinted glasses. You felt exposed and left under judgment as he had no emotions whatsoever. He was playing with you like how a hunter plays with its prey before it murders it in cold blood. He was purposely messing with you letting you really soak into the reality that you a man were allowing another man to feel all this pleasure. You wanted to scream at him and show him that you were still the man you were once. You were a strong hero who fought for his country and not some prey he could latch onto and play with until his boardment took over but you were weak and not strong. You were enjoying this to a degree you didn’t even think was possible. Your beefy eyes just stared up at him waiting for him to do literally anything. His body language read as cocky and sly really letting the reality of what you both were doing and going to do sink in.

“Alright, dirty boy. On your feet.”

He commanded with a gesture for you to stand up. He had a big smirk across his face really building up the tension of the room. You were hesitated at first still so dazed from everything that happened. When you did comply to his command his face completely dropped and he spoke once again more aggressive this time.

“Stand up.”

It was simple but effective because you stood up almost immediately this time causing his face to go back to the smile he had.

“Good boy. That wasn’t hard, huh?”

He questioned before pointing to the ground

“Kneel.”

You knelt down before him allowing your body to balance itself. You felt completely helpless and embarrassment flooded your face. He grabbed hold of your face not like one would do to their lover just a possessive rough grip.

“Are you scared of me?”

He laughed while asking that mocking you as you submitted to his commands but still feared him. It was exactly what he wanted. Your eyes were filled with so much emotion in them. A hope for belonging but still a fear of the unknown and almost innocence. He wanted to taste them to really see how you viewed life. Not yet, he told himself.

His hand abruptly dropped from your face and moved so he could undo his pants

“You ever sucked a penis before, huh? Pretty boy?”

Your face flushed red and you went to protest against that. That was beyond God’s will and something that should be shamed but…the idea of…that…with…him it did make you feel…things.

“No of course not. You are a…manly man, huh? You don’t do those kinds of things.”

He mocked and pulled his pants down past his legs revealing his clothed boner.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

He played with you in this way. Making you feel degraded by just small statements because you knew this was something you tried to hide from everyone. That every woman you were ever with never satisfied you but you were to scared to admit it. You gulped with fear as your eyes flickered between his dark glasses and his boner. His fingers slipped into his boxers and he slowly pulled them down revealing himself. A fat shaft right in your face basically begging for your attention. But how we’re supposed to give it? You hadn’t done this before and oh how very embarrassed you were to be doing this.

“It’s not going to kill you.”

He was so God damn cocky with his words just finding anything to make you feel less. It worked so well too. He wasn’t even insulting you and you could still feel the degradation reeking from his tone.

“But…I- I don’t know-“

You began to ramble your fears out into the world. You simply never done this and you didn’t know exactly what to do with his exposed cock in your face.

“Hush.”

He cut you off not allowing you to speak but only to listen to him.

“Open.”

He demanded and soon you found yourself allowing your lips to part.

“There you go, just like that.”

You felt silly like this with your mouth widely open in front of him like an idiot. He let out a low laugh before moving his hand to the back of your head and grabbing a fistful of your hair. Your eyebrows crinkled with confusion before you were pushed closer right into his cock. His penis shoving itself right into your mouth without warning. You let out a muffled gasp and gagged but he continued to have a tight hold on you not allowing you to separate from him. Everything was moving so fast and he was quick to put his pleasure first basically manhandling you to feed into his desires.

Your throat tighten around his cock as he tried to shove all nine inches in there but he couldn’t even get halfway. How pathetic and virgin your throat was. It wasn’t used to this at all and it just showed how inexperienced you were in pleasure. How society had made you think you liked something but you didn’t. This was much better than any woman was.

Your gags became louder when he started to thrust into you. His cock shoving itself in and out of your warm mouth making itself home in you.

“Come on wider for me.”

He spoke wanting you to open your mouth the wide as it could. You tried to the best you could but it was difficult and something so new. Compared to his experience self it made you feel so powerless. He liked that though. It fed into his ego and made him feel so much better about himself and what he was.

You were nothing but another victim on his list another man that was going to shape the world into looking like him. You weren’t special or important to him you were just someone he grew a small liking to and would toss away like trash once he was done. He groaned and tossed his head back as he found so much pleasure in the tightness of your mouth.

He continued to thrust using you as a personal fucktoy. Your hands went to his hips trying your best to push him away as your gags continued. There was so much happening for you. You felt like you were going to vomit if you continue these actions. Your gagging was getting louder and the discomfort was getting at you. You roughly pushed him catching him off guard and making him fall a bit backwards. He didn’t fall to the ground or anything but it gave you the chance to wiggle from his grip and catch your breath. Spit dripped from your chin as you loudly collected yourself and let out a few heavy deep breaths.

“Shit…I…”

You mumbled but he was quick to slap you as hard as he could. His hand hit you in the back of the head causing ache to form immediately and a yelp to escape your lips. He grabbed you by the hair once more and lifted your head up towards him.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

His tone was quickly becoming more and more dangerous. He was this close to just killing you right now especially for that little fit you just pulled pushing him away like that. His hand gripped so hard that your scalp ached with irritation. You were in pain and aching with discomfort as your pants grew tighter. He let go of you allowing his glasses to stare you down with intimidation as if he was challenging you to disobey him again. He stepped out of his clothing that was pooling at his feet and pulled off his shirt allowing you to see all over him except his “eyes”

“This time, listen.”

Parings: Corinthian x Male! Reader

Prompts: Au of some sort you just gotta read to understand

Warnings: toxic masculinity, mentions of abuse if you squint, WW2, toxic society standards, a lot of context and a long ass beginning, homophobia if you squint, mentions of drinking, mentions of killing and blood, mental hospital, inter homophobia, degradation, hitting, face fucking,

Notes: This took so long and it’s not my favoriteeee but still I’m kinda proud :)

1940

You had just turned twenty-one two weeks ago. Your heart pounded with a newfound feeling you couldn’t even explain. It just seemed so strange to be twenty-one. You were becoming a proper man. It was about time to get a proper job, find a nice lady, and settle down like what was expected of you. That alone was scary to deal with. The responsibilities of manhood are rooted into your DNA. Your father looked at you expecting you to figure out your path now. His shame was obvious as he seemed to notice how much in life you lacked. You weren’t as strong as the other men, you didn’t speak as clearly as they did, and you didn’t take an interest in getting married. You wanted to write, you wanted to sing, you wanted to simply exist and live. What a queer thought, to want to enjoy life around you. When the war began you knew your father was happy. A man was what you were going to become. That drafting paper with your name on it was going to change you. You were either going to die a boy or live and become a man. Either way, your dad was happy that you were going to be forced to change.

Your eyes drifted to the glass in front of you. The condensation dripped a bit off the glass and sank into the surface of the bar. The dark liquid called out to you, her bitter sweetness begging to know your struggles. Those struggles you couldn’t tell anyone else but the sweet whisky in front of you. She was the only one not allowed to judge. Any of your friends would laugh in your face if you told them the thoughts you've been having. The fears of war, the delicate way you were trying to live. War was the pure opposite of you. It was violent, manly, hostile, cold and you were sweet, timid, sensitive. A man couldn’t be sensitive and if he was he definitely couldn’t speak of it. You had to pull yourself away from these things and become a good man fighting for his country because it was required. This country was great and you had no right not to defend it.

You couldn’t talk about your fears. What could you possibly even say? You would sound like a lunatic they would sure lock you up and forget the key. No, it was your job to be strong, to fight for your country so you had to. You grabbed a hold of the glass and aggressively placed it to your lips before allowing the whisky to be swallowed. All that fear you had was just weakness. It made you less than a man. All your buddies weren’t scared it was simply just you. You stood up from where you sat at the bar. Your eyes narrowed down at the glass that stood solemn by itself. The liquid inside you was the only thing that knew of your struggles and the small amount of liquid left at the very bottom of the glass never had the chance to know what was wrong with you. Your hand moved to your pocket fishing out some money before setting it onto the surface. It was time to be going you couldn’t stay here forever drinking away your troubles. You had to pretend to be strong so no one caught on. You couldn’t allow them to know you were frail.

—

As the world around you crumbled and the blood of horrible people laid among your hands you felt yourself become mad. The other men didn’t feel this way. No, they boasted about taking a life because it was their duty to do so but for you, it was simply something driving you mad. The blood under your hands even if it had been blood of the enemies had seeped into your skin and it drove you insane. You felt as loony as the people who had to get lobotomies; in their moments before their great change was this how they felt? A waking fear, an unfamiliar strangeness, and blood spilling among their hands? Your breath quickens as the letter from your mother was gripped in your hands. You didn’t want to read her writing not when you could see the amount of blood spilling from you. You could die tomorrow and your parents would be sent a nice letter saying how much of a hero you were and for once your father would be proud. Your breathing got rapid and louder with every waking moment. You shook in fear and twitched like you were under watch. Your eyes flickered to the other soldiers who were stronger than you. It had to be a joke. They had to know how weak you were and this was just to see you crack under pressure. You were begging for a break but there was no break in the war even as you sat in the messy sleeping quarters with other men surrounding you, it wasn’t a break. You couldn’t find peace or pleasure in sleeping like the others you were scared.

“Hey- psh! Are you alright, man?”

A voice asked and you turned your head to attention of a man lying in his small bed. His eyes soft and gentle as he seemed to be genuinely worry for you. You didn’t believe it though. Men didn’t worry for other men they just tell them to suck it up. Your hand squished the letter into a round ball as your head nodded and a smile cracked from your face. It seemed to please the man even if it was fake. Your true fears live within you and you must never ever make the mistake of allowing others to know.

—

After your departure, life seemed to finally shine upon you. A hero was what you were. Your friends listened to your struggles as they drank to their own never judgment in their gaze. You were a man speaking about his stories of depression and despair no one was allowed to judge you now because you earned the right to speak of feelings. Your father was proud, that’s how you knew life had finally turned alright for you. Drinks were cheaper sometimes even free because you were a hero. Women were driven to you because you were a hero. America was saved because you murdered in the right way. For the few months you was someone people looked up to and then they moved on. They moved on and people gaze at you with judgment once more. It feared you, because in those months you didn’t feel pain but as people around you left the loneliness and aching horrors of wars haunted you. You suddenly had horrible nightmares that left you screaming at night. Your mother first took care of you worry genuinely in her eyes but she grew tired and you were left alone to feel pure terror in your sleep. A man with teeth as eyes haunted you reminding you what you were and what you could never be. In any dream no matter what it was he was somehow there. His sharp blade in his hand ready to slash into you. You were mad, you were insane, you were driven to a path that others pitied but saw as lower than them. You began to draw the man almost like an obsession. Every waking moment was you drawing him or writing about him. Papers were filled with just him as he consumed your thoughts and left you shaking. After a long night of making love to your whiskey, you stumbled home to find your parents with the many drawings. They looked concerned but mostly they seemed to feel hate towards you. Their judgment in their eyes were sharper than any insult they could speak and eventually they threw you into the loony bin ready to just forget about you completely. The world forgotten you, a hero was forgotten, and was left with the other forgotten ones of the world.

1954

“God, it seems like every fucking year more and more crazy people are admitting here.”

One of the nurses coldly said before scoffing and going about her business. You haven’t slept in two days which was risky because if they caught you they would surely do anything to make you fall asleep. You ended up just watching everything in the hospital. It was all you could do since this place had become so strict with everything. The strictness got to a point where even your drawings kept being taken away from the staff. The nurses looked in horror at your drawings of a man with blonde hair and teeth for eyes. It wasn’t your fault that he appeared to you, mocking you. Every time you would dream he was there ruining the happy setting with his abnormal appearance, he simply ruined everything for you.

As you sat in your cot trying your hardness not to fall asleep it seemed as if the walls were caving in and you wished for a small moment that it would. That the ugly walls would fall down and squash you like a bug. You had been abandoned here by everyone and it seemed easier to just die. It seemed like a mercy to just die right here alone ending this pathetic life.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep huffed breath hoping that the wall would land on you right this moment. You smirked at the melancholy idea of dying right here in this filthy cot. You laughed at the idea of the nurses finding you like this. The happy blissful daydream was cut short when you felt a strong hand shoved against your mouth. Your eyes shot up and you saw him. The pure terror in your eyes made him proud as he only smiled up at you. Oh God, he was horrible and pure evil. His appearance was scary in the dreaming but here in real life with him so close to your face you knew this was coming to an end. Your eyes flickered over to his other hand which held a knife close to you.

“You thought you could escape me?”

His tone came off sly but the words sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to ask him why you. Why had he been haunting you, and how did he even know who you were? Your reflection haunted you in his glasses. You were weak like prey under a hunter and you could see it. The way your eyes were as wide as moons and how you shook with undeniable fright.

“I am going to uncover your mouth but if you make any noise whatsoever I will…Well, I don’t think I need to tell you what I’ll do.”

He smiled widely with his taunt. You nodded, agreeing to anything if it meant that the blade wouldn’t pierce you at all. He liked that answer you could tell that this whole situation was what he wanted. He was sick and completely murderous to the point that he got off on the pain and fear she inflicted on others. His hand took its time letting go of your face really allowing you to feel his power under you.

“Look at you. So scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you unless you want me to hurt you~”

He laughed and backed away from you for allowing you a small bit of freedom. You immediately sat up and stared at him waiting for anything. You didn’t know what he could possibly want from you and you didn’t want to. You just wanted him to leave you alone. You wanted to get better you wanted people to like you again.

“What is it with people that they never want to live life the way they are supposed to?”

You cocked your head to the side as he asked that. You never really had thoughts about that. You lived life the way society tells you to live life what other way are you supposed to live it? The man just scoffed at your reaction which made you feel weak. It made you feel as if being a hero never really fucking mattered because life still wasn’t how you were supposed to be living it.

“How are people supposed to live life?”

You cringed after you asked that. You didn’t really want to talk to him to begin with and now you were asking a deep question that could only be answered by someone who cared. You expected him to laugh in your face for asking something that pathetically but instead he just leaned closer to you. His face was almost on top of yours from how close he leaned towards you. Your face heated up as blush burned into you. No, no what was this feeling? This isn’t how you ever felt towards any woman before and now this freak of a man was close to you and you felt… You felt… You felt things for him! You couldn’t even express how you felt. Your breath thickened practically breathing all over his face but he didn’t move. He didn’t seem nervous or anything. It seemed as if he knew this was how you would react and was used to it. His lips pursed upwards towards yours before pressing them against you. The softness of the kiss catches you off guard and you melt. You never melted in a kiss. You didn’t even like it when you had to kiss your girlfriends. You would just do a light peck and regret it almost instantly but this time you felt right. The softness turned aggressive as he deepened the kiss and grabbed onto you not allowing you to go anywhere. It was like he feared you would leave at any moment. You felt him pour everything into this kiss all that fear and scariness that was wrapped around him smashed right into your lips leaving you addicted to it. You were scared but God did you like it. He pulled himself away and let out an over-the-top sigh as if he was questioning if this was what he wanted. You stayed still in his grasp allowing him to do whatever he wanted this was all so new to you and so much different but at the same time, this was the first time you felt like you were supposed to be living. All that shit from the war was lost to you and heaven knows no one else remembered it either. This wasn’t right all of this but it felt so damn good that you couldn’t resist. He flung the knife to the bed and grabbed a hold of your plain white shirt that the nurses gave you. It was better than a stray jacket that’s what you told yourself. His hands grabbed a hold onto it and was quick to pull it over your head and throw it behind you before latching his lips onto your neck. It was such a quick moment that you didn’t even have time to react. You felt so caught off guard and so intoxicated with lust that you couldn’t help but feel pleased with his actions. The pleasing kisses he left opened a whole new world to you as you felt enchanted under his charms. You didn’t even feel like yourself or anything you tried to be in your past all you felt at the moment was this connection that was deemed incorrect by society. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your hands went to his hair gripping it tightly as you pushed him more against your neck never wanting to let this feeling separate.

He pulled away once again and just stared at you through his tinted glasses. You felt exposed and left under judgment as he had no emotions whatsoever. He was playing with you like how a hunter plays with its prey before it murders it in cold blood. He was purposely messing with you letting you really soak into the reality that you a man were allowing another man to feel all this pleasure. You wanted to scream at him and show him that you were still the man you were once. You were a strong hero who fought for his country and not some prey he could latch onto and play with until his boardment took over but you were weak and not strong. You were enjoying this to a degree you didn’t even think was possible. Your beefy eyes just stared up at him waiting for him to do literally anything. His body language read as cocky and sly really letting the reality of what you both were doing and going to do sink in.

“Alright, dirty boy. On your feet.”

He commanded with a gesture for you to stand up. He had a big smirk across his face really building up the tension of the room. You were hesitated at first still so dazed from everything that happened. When you did comply to his command his face completely dropped and he spoke once again more aggressive this time.

“Stand up.”

It was simple but effective because you stood up almost immediately this time causing his face to go back to the smile he had.

“Good boy. That wasn’t hard, huh?”

He questioned before pointing to the ground

“Kneel.”

You knelt down before him allowing your body to balance itself. You felt completely helpless and embarrassment flooded your face. He grabbed hold of your face not like one would do to their lover just a possessive rough grip.

“Are you scared of me?”

He laughed while asking that mocking you as you submitted to his commands but still feared him. It was exactly what he wanted. Your eyes were filled with so much emotion in them. A hope for belonging but still a fear of the unknown and almost innocence. He wanted to taste them to really see how you viewed life. Not yet, he told himself.

His hand abruptly dropped from your face and moved so he could undo his pants

“You ever sucked a penis before, huh? Pretty boy?”

Your face flushed red and you went to protest against that. That was beyond God’s will and something that should be shamed but…the idea of…that…with…him it did make you feel…things.

“No of course not. You are a…manly man, huh? You don’t do those kinds of things.”

He mocked and pulled his pants down past his legs revealing his clothed boner.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

He played with you in this way. Making you feel degraded by just small statements because you knew this was something you tried to hide from everyone. That every woman you were ever with never satisfied you but you were to scared to admit it. You gulped with fear as your eyes flickered between his dark glasses and his boner. His fingers slipped into his boxers and he slowly pulled them down revealing himself. A fat shaft right in your face basically begging for your attention. But how we’re supposed to give it? You hadn’t done this before and oh how very embarrassed you were to be doing this.

“It’s not going to kill you.”

He was so God damn cocky with his words just finding anything to make you feel less. It worked so well too. He wasn’t even insulting you and you could still feel the degradation reeking from his tone.

“But…I- I don’t know-“

You began to ramble your fears out into the world. You simply never done this and you didn’t know exactly what to do with his exposed cock in your face.

“Hush.”

He cut you off not allowing you to speak but only to listen to him.

“Open.”

He demanded and soon you found yourself allowing your lips to part.

“There you go, just like that.”

You felt silly like this with your mouth widely open in front of him like an idiot. He let out a low laugh before moving his hand to the back of your head and grabbing a fistful of your hair. Your eyebrows crinkled with confusion before you were pushed closer right into his cock. His penis shoving itself right into your mouth without warning. You let out a muffled gasp and gagged but he continued to have a tight hold on you not allowing you to separate from him. Everything was moving so fast and he was quick to put his pleasure first basically manhandling you to feed into his desires.

Your throat tighten around his cock as he tried to shove all nine inches in there but he couldn’t even get halfway. How pathetic and virgin your throat was. It wasn’t used to this at all and it just showed how inexperienced you were in pleasure. How society had made you think you liked something but you didn’t. This was much better than any woman was.

Your gags became louder when he started to thrust into you. His cock shoving itself in and out of your warm mouth making itself home in you.

“Come on wider for me.”

He spoke wanting you to open your mouth the wide as it could. You tried to the best you could but it was difficult and something so new. Compared to his experience self it made you feel so powerless. He liked that though. It fed into his ego and made him feel so much better about himself and what he was.

You were nothing but another victim on his list another man that was going to shape the world into looking like him. You weren’t special or important to him you were just someone he grew a small liking to and would toss away like trash once he was done. He groaned and tossed his head back as he found so much pleasure in the tightness of your mouth.

He continued to thrust using you as a personal fucktoy. Your hands went to his hips trying your best to push him away as your gags continued. There was so much happening for you. You felt like you were going to vomit if you continue these actions. Your gagging was getting louder and the discomfort was getting at you. You roughly pushed him catching him off guard and making him fall a bit backwards. He didn’t fall to the ground or anything but it gave you the chance to wiggle from his grip and catch your breath. Spit dripped from your chin as you loudly collected yourself and let out a few heavy deep breaths.

“Shit…I…”

You mumbled but he was quick to slap you as hard as he could. His hand hit you in the back of the head causing ache to form immediately and a yelp to escape your lips. He grabbed you by the hair once more and lifted your head up towards him.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

His tone was quickly becoming more and more dangerous. He was this close to just killing you right now especially for that little fit you just pulled pushing him away like that. His hand gripped so hard that your scalp ached with irritation. You were in pain and aching with discomfort as your pants grew tighter. He let go of you allowing his glasses to stare you down with intimidation as if he was challenging you to disobey him again. He stepped out of his clothing that was pooling at his feet and pulled off his shirt allowing you to see all over him except his “eyes”

“This time, listen.”

the stories we tell each other — especially those that are popularized with general audiences — matter. that’s the entire message of the sandman in the first place.