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honeydazai · 2 years

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when you say their dick is too big

feat.: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Itto, Scaramouche, Ayato, Albedo, Xiao

warnings: nsfw content, size difference, dacryphilia, degradation, praise, breeding kink, choking, Itto has a knot and barbs on his cock, Zhongli has two dicks

DILUC stops immediately when you tell him to — hurting you is the last thing he wants —, though he can't help but chuckle when you, teary-eyed, tell him that his dick is too big and that it won't fit. He quickly shushes you with a gentle kiss, his smile warm and loving as he reassures you that it'll be fine, he'll try to be as careful as possible.

Even though he tries to go slow for your comfort, he groans in pleasure when he finally bottoms out inside of you, your hips flush together, and while he had originally planned to give you some time to adjust to his size, he can't help but pick up a fast and hard pace a few moments later, because what you don't know is that your words sent a white hot spike of pleasure up his spine. His size kink is thriving, especially when there's a slight bulge showing through your stomach as he thrusts into you.

“You're alright, dear. It'll fit, don't worry. Ah, fuck—, you feel so tight around me. Archons, you can even see my dick through your stomach — fuck.”

When you complain to KAEYA about his cock being too large to fit inside of you, he genuinely can't help but laugh. You're adorable — really, he's at a loss of words here. There's a smile on his lips as he tells you that you'll be alright, and he doesn't bother to stop pushing into you; giving you time to breathe would only result in you overthinking even more. Besides, he knows you'll be fine.

When he finally pounds into you, his hips slapping against your own with lewd squelching noises accompanying each thrust, you're moaning and keening, your back arching, and there's mocking words and teasing sentences falling from Kaeya's lips before he can stop himself, but, really, who can blame him? Just a moment ago, you were protesting and worrying, and now you're taking his dick like a champ — it's almost ironic, really.

“Ah, look at you, darling. Weren't you just whining about my dick being too big for you? Now you're practically sucking me in. That's adorable. Makes me wonder if that innocent persona of you was but an act, doll.”

CHILDE has got you bent in half in a mating press when you whine about him being too big, his dick being too deep inside of you, and he couldn't deny that your words made his cock twitch inside of you even if he tried. He scoffs, obviously amused, and it's such a huge ego boost that he thrusts into you roughly, his hips flush with yours as he bottoms out in one quick movement that has you gasping and crying out.

There's some half-assed shushing from him as he assures you that it's fine, you'll be alright, but in reality, you're barely able to understand what he's saying with the almost violent pace he has set and he knows it. You're drooling while he pounds into you, saliva dripping down your chin, and Childe isn't shy to mock you for how desperate you look. By the end of it, he makes sure you're literally dripping with his cum.

“Fuck, babe, that's so hot—, you think I'm too big for your tight little hole, hm? Don't you worry, baby, I'll fill you up so good. You'll be fine—, ah, fuck, I promise, just let me make you feel good. Just let me breed you.”

ZHONGLI raises his eyebrows when you complain about his size in a seriously worried tone, but he's quick to shush you despite not understanding why you seem to have trouble taking only one of his cocks. The other one is resting against your abdomen as he slowly but surely continues to push into you, the tip of it dripping precum onto your skin.

While he's constantly praising you for how well you're taking him, he can't help that he enjoys seeing your eyes all glassy with tears, and his thoughts immediately go to how you'd cry and whine under him if he were to fuck you with both dicks, only to fill you up and breed you.

“You're so good for me, darling. You take me so well. In fact, I'm quite certain you'd even be able to take both of my cocks if you'd like to try.”

Honestly, ITTO is used to this kind of reaction. He's a big guy all around, which is why it doesn't come as a surprise when you claw at his back and whimper about him not being able to fit inside of you. Still, while he understands your worries, he's too much into it to stop now; he can't help that he continues to push into you until you're stretched wide around his dick.

He at least has the decency to apologise while thrusting into you, his hips slapping against your ass, even though he gets a massive ego boost from the way you're crying out. His apologies don't make it better — especially because his size isn't the only thing you have to deal with. What's much more difficult to take are the barbs on his cock, as well as his knot once he fills you up, but what can he say; he's an oni through and through and his biology is intent on breeding you.

“Ah, baby, fuck, 'm sorry, I don't wanna hurt you, fuck, I promise, you just feel so good, can't stop, please, babe, I need to fill you up—”

Honestly, SCARAMOUCHE thinks of you as ridiculously naive for even hoping that he'll be merciful when you blabber something about his cock being too big. You're on all fours underneath him, cheek against the ground and ass raised, and he's not above taunting you as he repeats your whiny plea in a mocking, high-pitched voice.

As if inspired by your words, he thrusts into you at once, his pace rougher than it needs to be solely because he wants to see you cry on his cock, your cheeks flushing and your eyes crossing as you clench around him. When he feels particularly mean, he even wraps a hand around your throat, if only to hear your high-pitched keening noises as you choke and whine, your thighs trembling and tears dripping down your cheeks.

“What are you saying? It won't fit? Oh, I'll make it fit, don't you worry. Besides, you're already dripping wet. Fucking slut. This is the only thing you're good for, so shut up and take what I decide to give you.”

While AYATO is quick to coo soothing words at you, his voice a low purr and with his hands gently caressing the curve of your hip, his lips also curl into a smirk. You can't see the way his eyes sparkle with mischief and something more sinister because of your position — your cheek pressed against the pillows, your back arched and ass raised —, but that his polite words are just a facade is obvious in the way his hips snap against yours.

The urge to make you cry just because of his cock makes his movements more hurried and rough, his usual effortless grace bleeding away into impatience and brutal thrusts. His nails dig into your hips as he rocks into you until your thighs are shaking and tears drip down your flushed cheeks, needy noises falling from your lips, and Ayato can't help that he wants nothing more than to truly break you.

“Oh, am I too big for you, love? Are you saying you can't take it? That'd be a shame, I was hoping to have you come on my cock. Ah, there you go — look, it fits. You're such a slut in reality, hm, darling?”

ALBEDO pauses the second you whine about his dick being too big to fit inside of you, his head cocked to the side in a curious manner as his gaze meets your teary eyes. While he's an attentive and observant lover, he also can't deny that his cock twitches inside of you at hearing you say that.

He tells you matter-of-factly that there's no need to worry, that your body is quite literally made for this and that it's obvious in the way your cunt is basically sucking him in, before continuing to push in until he bottoms out, your hips flush together. If you haven't relaxed until then, he's honestly at a loss of what to do, though a feeling of pride spreads through his veins when you finally moan and mewl in pleasure rather than in fear. He just loves being correct.

“Oh? Look at you, dripping wet around my dick. Didn't I tell you you were going to be alright? You're literally made to take my dick, love, and it seems you're a natural at it, too.”

When you first tell him to stop, please, that his dick is never going to fit inside of you, XIAO scoffs, his eyebrows drawn together into a frown. For a moment, he genuinely thinks you're making fun of him, though he quickly stops moving when he notices that there's tears welling up in your eyes.

The last thing he wants is to hurt you, which is why he pauses immediately. It doesn't matter how aroused he is, your comfort is his top priority, which is why he'll only continue once you give him the consent to. Even when he finally bottoms out inside of you, his hips flush with yours and with you mewling underneath him, he checks in on you to make sure you're alright.

“Fuck, I—, please, love, are you alright? Tell me. How are you feeling? May I continue? Fuck, you're so damn tight around me.”

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m-ayo-o · 5 months

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hi i really love your work 🥹 if the emoji event's still open may i humbly request 🍒🐱💜......

tytyty yes... wrote this one too quick oops :s emoji event : 🍒🐱💜 18+ virgin kitty reader x 21+ megumi -toy use, squirting, breeding.. don't even.. look at me. bye hybrid fics

"For a pretty little kitty, you sure are curious, hm?"

Your owner strokes your soft ears as you gently paw at his crotch, perching between his spread legs.

"Kitty, baby, you know you can't touch me there," he chastises, making you pause momentarily, only to start up your soft massaging again when his attention returns to his book.

Then he feels something warmer.. and wetter.

He lets out a little sigh, watching you kiss and lick him through his shorts, putting down his book to give you his full attention.

"Is it really that time of the month already?"

You nod, batting your lashes, as if you could convince him to give you what you really need.

"We can get those toys you like- the ones in your dresser, ok?"

He instructs you to go and get them, to use them on yourself like usual.

"I want owner... to do it..." you plead between your kitten licks.

"Baby, I can't-" he's explained this to you before. Good owners don't do things like that with their darling kitty girls.

"But-but... I need it..."

He knows it's only natural for his feline sweetheart to want this. But giving you what you want would be crossing a certain line.

"Owner, it hurts," you look so endearing you're going to break his heart.

"Where- does it hurt, princess?"

You take one hand and stroke down between your legs.

"I-it feels so hot.. w-won't stop.."

Your voice is making him weak. You can tell by the look in his eyes.

His hand snakes into your hair and you swear he's about to pull you closer, but he only strokes behind your ear instead.

"Baby, get the toys." He says firmly.

"Will owner- at least do it with me?"

"Mm, I'll hold your hand."

"Doing so well," his voice is so soft and calm as he slots the dildo further inside you, "keep taking it, baby."

He couldn't just sit there and watch you struggle, so hand holding quickly turned into kissing- which he sometimes allows- then he finally took the toy from you and said that he could do it better.

He gets it fully inside you, starting to fuck your pretty kitty pussy with his free hand gently placed over your neck, where you're splayed out on the bed with your collar on.

"Megumi.. d-doesn't feel right-" you tell him with a sniffle, "'s- 's too cold, and.. not deep enough."

He closes his eyes now. He wishes he could block out your cute voice, too. But he can't. So he listens to you whimper and complain that the dildo isn't good enough, how you're still needy for more, and how badly you want him.

"Megumi, I, I know you're bigger.." your eyes drift to the swell his shorts are failing to conceal.

"Know you would feel better, ple-"

You're cut off by a firm hand over your mouth. His other pulls out the toy, leaving your pussy gaping and wet.

"Baby," his breathing has got all heavy. He sounds a bit scary. "Baby, you can't do this to me."

He bites his lip. He knows he shouldn't take it out on you.

"The way you're begging is making me..." he looks down at his boner that's about to slip out any second, "crazy."

"m-mmh-mm"

He knows nobody has ever touched you there before, aside from the toys you use to keep your urges at bay. But nobody has gone inside with their fingers, their tongue... or cock.

"You want it that badly?"

You nod, a little nervously.

He pulls down his shorts and your eyes go wide.

"ff-- mmh- mmm-!"

"Baby, shh, please," you watch him tug himself a few times, "it's already hard enough, don't make it any worse."

He warns you, then releases your mouth. You take in little gasps, watching him get in position, lifting your legs up by the back of your knees.

"Just be a good kitty," he places the tip of his cock on you now, for the first time, "lie still and let me... let me take care of you."

Even though you had a dildo in you moments ago, it really is no comparison to the real thing; to Megumi. He's so much thicker, he has to work you open slowly, making you let out little pained whimpers and scratch at his arms.

"It's gonna be ok, it's ok, when I get inside- ugh, it's gonna feel so good, baby, trust me."

He comforts you and slides in inch by inch, fucking you slow and steady, until his body is flush with yours.

"That's it," he looks down, stroking gently at your stomach, "do you feel full now?"

"Uh huh" you nod, looking a little pained.

He intended to stay still for longer, but he just has to move, he has to feel you work up and down his shaft until you start sobbing.

"S-sorry- baby, feels too good... I can't stop now-" his voice is deep and breathy. You watch lust take over his body and he pushes you hard into the mattress, pressing your legs back to get closer.

"A-ahh!!!"

"Said you wanted it- deeper.."

You can feel every inch of him now, stinging right at the back, then sliding in and out, slowly, nudging a sensitive spot in your core, then slipping through your entrance. He was right, you're so glad you trust your kind owner- it's starting to feel amazing.

"W-warm- soo warm, so- so-"

You can't articulate how you feel. It's hard to describe. You feel wetter than you ever have, paired with this deep, humming heat that builds with his every thrust and erotic groan. You've never heard him like this before, and it's making you fall more in love with your perfect owner by the second.

"M-Megumi feels- feels like I, I'm gonna- gonna- ah!"

He looks nearly as surprised as you, feeling your gushing, warm juices all over his lower stomach and pelvis.

"Baby, shit- you fucking squirted for me- oh, that's-" he's never seen a girl do this before, "so fucking hot"

"Megumi- owner, owner, you- you feel harder, oh, oh my god- it, it feels too big-!"

"Yeah, that's 'cause- I'm gonna cum now-"

He groans and fills you deep and hard, pressing your knees right to the mattress next to your ears, his movements getting slow and sensual till he's resting his spent body on one arm.

"Fuck-" your chests press together so close, you can feel each other's racing hearts. And he pulls out so slow, watching you drip and spill all the gooey liquid he put there.

"Princess, you need to hurry and clean up or-"

"Will I have your babies?" You voice is suddenly bright and filled with excitement as you pull him in again.

"I think your birth control works.. quite well. But- I don't know-"

"Sh-should we do it again? So I can have your babies, inside me?"

"No, no, princess, you don't want- mm!"

You pull him into a kiss, getting his tip inside you again, making his eyes roll back with another deep groan.

"Fuck- really? You want it again?"

megumi | m.list

i think this event is now closed unless anyone has any particularly amazing megumi req combos :3 tysm

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sinfulpetals · 3 months

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#it’s me #random snap video bc i thought my 🍒 looked good in this top lol #18+ only #18+ content #nsft girl #nsft pics #spicy content #spicy pics #small tiddies #natural titts #sexy titts #sexy content #sexy tease

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circyexistforcontent · 1 year

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The boys with a succubus/incubus god?

CULT AU WITH A DEMON READER

❀ synopsis: “And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” 2 CORINTHIANS 11:14

❀ warnings: slight suggestive content, biblical themes, cult themes, yandere themes, just dark content ahead. Remember you're trespassing on big boy/girl/kid territory, so just be aware of what you're reading ok?

❀ notes: This will contain a lot of dark themes since this is a cult AU and Sagau. But again, thank you all for 400 followers! I don't know how to thank you all (maybe I do, I want to start a event, but let me clear my inbox real quick). spoilers for genshin lore guys...

Being summoned to another world is...certainly interesting...

You didn't expect the moment you open your eyes to be greeted with such colorful characters, and in an RPG game no less. But you aren't complaining of course! This just makes things more entertaining for your part. And being worshipped as a god? This is an entire amusement park!

Your poor, poor acolytes...they have no idea what they have just brought upon this world. If you really were the creator of all no wonder Celestia decided to just one day order the archons to commit genocide. Your influence must have also greatly affected your creations which can explain why some of your acolytes have a questionable history.

Being in your presence just heightens their obsessive tendencies, if they weren't the type to hesitate to kill for you they sure aren't hesitating now. Some might even go as far as to kill in public in front of other devotees. It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be a joyous occasion, you were in danger (or at least they try to justify their actions..) and as your devoted acolyte, they should protect you. (Shenhe, Traveler, Heizou, and Childe)

There are already ones that kill for you, but with your dark influence, they start to get a little bolder with their feelings. It would just start with lingering thoughts of your touch before it gets more provocative and they start imagining it more often. If they were brave enough, they would think about it while you were still in the same room as them. How sinful, but you don't mind♡ (Cyno, Gorou, Ei, and Zhongli)

They are the ones who know something was wrong with the supposed "Almighty one". They can just sense that something was not right and will immediately distance themselves from you as much as it hurts them too. They would observe you from afar to confirm any of their claims, but it backfires. Your voice is one of a siren, and like a pirate, they follow your voice only to be drowned in the very ocean they loved. But they didn't know drowning in the ocean can be this...euphoric (Dainslef, Venti, Ayaka, Kazuha)

This batch has more control over their yandere tendencies, but their acts of worship intensify. Festivals/Holidays will be hosted by them, and while some of them don't have the influence and money to host an event they will be helping with the preparations for the event (Jean, Noelle, Ayato, Ningguang, Diluc)

They will worship you, but some may take a step back after seeing you out of character. You were always so considerate and kind, they didn't think you would order them to draw your symbol with the khanreian's hilichurls blood. At the end of the day, they will still do what you please in hopes you will have a reward for them.

If you have any features from your demon form (slit pupils, horns, claws, sharp teeth, wings, etc) they won't think anything ill of them. If anything some would adore them openly. Dragons exist, and hybrids aren't uncommon on Teyvat. They would assume you might be a hybrid of a greater celestial species, and it would have many legends based off of it. The acolytes that have horns or any sort of similar feature would feel connected to you in a way and are honored to even have something in common with you.

But no matter how they claim to adore you or how honored they are to worship you, they can feel themselves hurl at your mere presence. Some even feel ill when they stay beside you for too long, and they would assume they are being punished. Or you are feeling negative and one of your powers is to project your emotions onto the environment around you.

But is it really? You have the same smile on your face while they choke on their own blood. You laugh at them after they confess to you about the night terrors that they get every time they spend a day with you. You left them to die after you "trained" them to get stronger.

They are foolish to convince themselves that you care, but some like to believe that you are doing this cause you care for them, how pitiful of them. I'm going to give an example, Venti would try to argue with you if you ever try to spur trouble on Monstadt, saying how it's not right and that the people should have a say in your decision. But after hours of gaslighting convincing he would shut his mouth as you declare a new law that restricts basic human rights. His people will understand, this is normal for sure...right?

The other archons like Ei and Zhongli, mostly Ei, will not think twice about your new changes in their nation. Nahida would be the ONLY normal archon who would know that you are no god. You're just a poser, a demon, a vermin from the underworld taking advantage of your follower's obsession. She will try her best to make her nation aware of who you really are, but what's the guarantee they will listen to her?

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catcze · 7 months

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ooooh in that case, could i please be just strip poker anon? short and sweet. i've never been a regular anon before :D

now a question from me miss catte - what do you think mr wriothesley and mr neuvillette's tastes in lingerie are? 🤔

STRIP POKER ANON BABY IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT AGAIN ASDBNJHAS 💔💔💔💔 But yes !!! OMG !! I honorably give thee the title of 'strip poker anon' ♡ And tee hee ♡♡ Boy oh boy do i have thoughts for this 👀👀 Apologies in advanced if I'm nott super duper good w this one TT i have a whole vision in my head but im not the best at describing clothing HAHJSDBKAJS

16+ !! Suggestive content !!

「 CWS : 」 Did my best to not explicitly mention what kind of underwear reader uses (i.e I didn't mention if the reader uses a bra, panty, etc.) so that it's more universal and (hopefully) gender neutral !! Super suggestive content under the cut, but nothing explicit.

Okay, imo Neuvillette seems like a guy who would be into soft, lacy type of lingerie, you know? Satin, lace, sheer mesh, those types of things. Lingerie that floats around you like water when you move, just sheer enough that he gets a hint of your skin beneath the fabric, but still drapes around you like the wings of a butterfly. His taste would be less strappy and super-tight fabrics, i think, and more the kind of fabric that sits on your skin. The kind that allows him to push it off with a wave of his hand as he kisses his way down your body. The kind that pools beside your body like silk when he finally has you bare, the kind that shimmers as you glow under his gaze.

For Wriothesley, right off the bat, this guy is into that kinda shit. I talked before about how I think he's into thighs, and my goddd if this man sees you in sheer thigh highs + a garter belt and he sees the way that your thighs kinda,,, like,,, squish at the top of the thigh highs? if you know what i mean? then he is going to whole ass drool for you. The kind of lingerie he's into is the more racy kind, the ones that hug your body and make you look like a treat, all ready for him to eat up. He likes straps and garters, ones that he could pull taut and snap back against your skin, just to hear you yelp in surprise. The kind, also, that he doesn't have to necessarily remove as he's worshipping your body, if you get my drift.

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #「 🍒 」 Sweet tooth !! Strip Poker anon #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #Cw suggestive content

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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and if I said I wanted to leave—🧍🏾‍♀️

#this place is literally shifting to Twitter and WattPad 2.0 #which is like the final boss of hellsites #and I’ve been MIA on writing #for many reasons #but mainly because I’m tired of seeing a so called want for long detailed fics and fluff #and then looking at the notes on the ones I do write be ignored #and y’all trying to shame ppl for writing smut #and I really have had my fill of discourse #y’all spend more time arguing than writing and it’s so nauseating #idk man I think I’m just sad but still #cherry chats 🍒#y’all treat writers like content creators #get to unfollowing as soon as we don’t pump out 15 fics per second #it’s always a part 2 instead of meaningful commentary—#need I go on?

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hypocriticalspicewrites · 5 months

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🦇🍒

Theyre just cuddling...~🤭

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 2 months

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💧♤𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑮𝒐♤💧

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠] 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐲

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞! 🩷

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 [𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭!

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐯!

Nancy's trek home was a familiar one. She had remembered every little trail, path, she could tell you the order of each house and who lived there in her sleep. Town was far from her home, living on the outskirts in the more rural, less populated wooded side of Castle Rock. You could say it fit her family and their lifestyle.

But the silence of her walk back to the Sullivan residence was immediately disturbed by a sound that just screamed trouble, causing her to come to a halt and swiftly spin around to see the cruising car off in the distance, growing closer with its increasing speed, the haze of dust like pillars of smoke behind it while it blazed down the dirt road. It would almost be a comical sight with how many boys seems to be nearly pouring out of the top-less car, all shouting and hollering loud enough it almost tuned out the blaring music from the cars radio that grew louder as it neared.

"Oh great." She breathed out, not sure if she was more nervous or annoyed. She was feeling a little foolish that she spent so long just standing there and watching rather than swiftly turning back and all but running home, yet here she was. hoping that they wouldn't have taken notice of her yet.

"Hey, fellas, look who it is! Miss Crybaby herself!"

"Hey there, Nancy!"

"Where you off to, sweetheart?""

She already felt that dread the second she heard her name being shouted, the car screeching to a halt up close to her side as that group of Ace's known as the Cobras began calling out to her from the car, Ace himself in the driver's seat with that smirk on his face you'd wish you could just slap rather cigarette from his lips. One was even holding a baseball bat from their hunt for poor house's mailboxes, now dented in as some sort of summer day entertainment.

"You're not goin' far, I'm sure me and the boys wouldn't mind givin' you a ride." The Cobra she knew by the nickname Eyeball commented, leaning over the passenger side door so far you'd think any false move and he'd fall right out, but he had that Cheshire grin, nudging one of his pals at his side. "Ain't that right, boys?"

"Hop in Nancy, you know you want to." Billy snickered. "Me and the boys could use a little lady's company."

She continues to try and her best and ignore them, eyes trained in front of her on her path as her lips are sealed shut- forming into a tight frown, hugging her books firmly to her chest, her grip almost tightening with each catcall and holler toward her.

But it seems Ace isn't letting her get away that easy, simply hitting the gas peddle and speeding back up to her side, slowing down his speed at her side to match her steps. He leers at her, cerulean eyes looking her up and down as if he was sizing her up, befire looking back to the road ahead. "Just get in the car, Nancy." He says - no, demands, exhaling a cloud of smoke from his lips.

"I'm not in the mood for games today, Ace." She says, quiet and barely heard over the other voices from the Cobras. She stays firm on her word. Finally glancing toward them, her big brown eyes look them over for a second warily. "Or to be a source of entertainment." She adds with a small furrow in her brows.

"Hey now, trynna make me look bad in front of the boys?" He seems to tease, his smirk having a wave effect as the Cobras mimicked it with snickers. "Get in the car. We'll even take you to the soda store and get you something sweet so you ain't complainin' the whole drive to town."

"I'm not goin' anywhere with you." She immediately defends, turning to face the car full of boys, stomping her foot out of frustration. She's speaking to all of them, but it seems slightly aimed towards Ace more than anything. "I've got more important things today than for you to chase me around for some - some necking." She huffs, a pout falling on her bottom lip. "So if you'll excuse me. I'll be headed home now." She turns on her heel again, not daring to look at them anymore the longer they decide to stick around and annoy her.

The mood soured the minute she had verbally turned them down, Ace's eyes narrowed, and his smirk curled into a sneer as he immediately hit the brakes on the car. He leans over Eyeball and another Cobra slightly in the passenger seat, throwing his arm out to make them lean back enough he could see her on the other side of them, still standing outside of the car, walking.

"You're actin' like you have a say in the matter." He comments, which causes her to pause in her steps, turning back just enough to give him an almost offended expression. "Now you can either get in this car without another word out your trap, or I'll drag you in kickin' and cryin' the whole damn way." He raises a brow as if waiting for her to test him, slowly taking his cigarette from his lips and exhaling the gray haze of smoke in her direction. "Your choice."

Her pout quickly contorts into a look of disbelief and anger, that rosy shade her festering in her cheeks, unable to hide the embarrassment imminent on her pale features. She seems to hesitate for those intense few seconds, all eyes on her awaiting with bated breath. The only sound was the rustling grass in the summer breeze and the engine of Ace's car.

"Have a good day, Ace. Goodbye." She stammers out, keeping up the little confidence she had in her pocket as best she could, rearranging the books in her arms she almost forgot were slipping in her loosening hold, and continued her march home.

The Cobras took a second to look at one another with a collective thought - and Ace didn't like that. She's stubborn, and it pisses him off. The grip on his steering wheel seemed to tighten as he watched Nancy through squinted eyes. The tight frown on his lips seemed more like a snarl as he put his cigarette back into his mouth.

"Fine." He spits under his breath but speaks louder with his next statement. "Why waste all that time on a girl with her ditzy head under her old man's boot anyway, huh Nance?" His voice is laced with sarcasm as he taunts after her, only increasing his growing ego as Eyeball gives him a small encouraging nudge with a snicker.

The second her father is mentioned, Nancy immediately halts and turns around again, getting a rise from the teenage boys as that all knowing sense of trouble brewing fills the air with a tension thick enough you could cut right through it. Her brows knitted together in anger. She immediately begins to march over to the side of the car, pointing at him accusingly.

"You leave my daddy out of this Ace Merrill." She says, that stammer in her voice that was either going to end in tears or anger - perhaps both. She knew damn well her fathers dislike for Ace- the boy himself knew that just as much- so much so it seemed her very own father would rather find her dead in a ditch than spending her time with the Cobras. She didn't know if it was for the sake of his pride or her protection, but she wasn't going to have a word of insult thrown toward him in her presence.

"Come on, Nancy, you're dad's got you in a fuckin' coddle!" Ace almost looks ready to jump over Eyeball and Billy, shifting in his seat slightly and harshly ramming his car into park. "He makes you dress like a prissy toddler in Church and has you home by eight. It's pitiful to keep witnessing. What kind of father does that?"

"The kind of father who's doing his best to protect me from boys like you!" She blurts out, her voice much louder than she wanted - and much louder than something you'd ever hear from a shy girl her. She quickly shuts her mouth, almost slapping her hand directly over her lips as regret seems to wash over her.

Ace leans back into his seat, not saying a word while he cocks his head back. Now the silence was deafening, no one even made a move other than an awkward shift or cleaning of their throat. Ace felt challenged. And he hated that.

He hated it.

Nancy casts her gaze down to her shoes, almost ashamed. The words she nearly shouted still felt bitter on the tip of her tongue. The worst part was that she meant it. It was true. She plays with the little gold heart locket around her neck nervously, a habit she seemed to have picked up as a sort of comfort to combat the still festering of their argument lingering in the summer afternoon air.

She doesn't even have time to react to the sound of a car door slamming and marching footsteps before Ace grabs her harshly - ripping her hands away from the very thing he'd given her. She let's out a small gasp as he pulled her close to him, stumbling into his chest while swiftly turning her head away to try and keep herself away from the burning end of his cigarette, the smoke filling her lungs and making her eyes sting.

"Let me go, Ace." She demands, her voice trembling as she keeps her eyes trained away from him, her throat was becoming tight, and her vision went blurry, now unsure.if it was from the smoke of her overwhelming feelings beginning to bubble over.

"What's the matter, Nancy?" He remarks sarcastically, his grip on her wrist and arm firm as she continued to try and squirm her way out of his arms. "Losing your big girl voice already?"

She can almost feel him speaking with how close he was, the warmth from the end of his cigarette a little too close for comfort against her rosy cheek. "Just let me go." She says, and all that demand in her voice fails her, only ending in desperate please as her face scrunched up with a small sob.

"Oh knock it off with the croodile tears." He growls into her hair, keeping both her wrists held in one hand while he brings his other and grabs her curls, not hard enough he'd hurt her, but firm enough to turn her head so she was finally looking at him. "You like Bad Boys, don't you?" He asks her, his face a breath away from her own.

"Get off of me." She struggles against him for a second, trying to rip his hands from her, but his hold is so tight it hurts, speaking into her brown curls. She can feel tears threatening to fall as she finally looks up to him, almost pleading.

"It's why you got this pretty little thing around your neck anyway, ain't it? Got my heart with you wherever you go?" He spits like venom as he snatches the locket around her neck, tugging on it enough to make her fear it would snap with any further movement. "Want me to just take it back?"

The other Cobras have started to encourage the display, howling and whistling from the car as if it was a source of entertainment. Nancy's humilation and ever growing panic only made them cackle and leer like devils in disguise. "Careful, Ace," Eyeball calls out, leaning over the hood of the car. "I think she's about to start cryin'!"

"Ace, please, I don't want to do this right now." She argues, her lower lip quivering and breathing shakey, her lashes wet with tears as she fought so hard to keep them from falling. "I don't want to talk about it.."

Ace ignores her, brows furrowing as he lets go of her hands and grabs her face, squishing her cheeks enough her lips pursed. He hums as if examining her, pulling in close no matter her on going pushes and hits to his chest. "I think you're right, Eyeball." He says with mock concern, a fake pout forming on his lips. "Gonna cry, Nancy?" The pout quickly turns into something cruel. A grin pulling at his lips as he all but spits his cigarette out onto the dirt road, keeping her head turned right toward him as he chuckles.

"Would a kiss make it all better?"

He doesn't even wait for a reply as he starts to lean in, dipping his head to her all while she still struggles in his arms.

Just before Ace's lips could meet Nancy's- the roaring engine of a car pulls their attention- a familiar red Ford truck quickly pulling up to the opposite side of the road. One of the four bodies jumps out of the drivers, quickly marching over to where Ace and Nancy stood, standing just a bit of a distance away.

"You better get your hands off my sister before I knock your teeth in, Ace." Nancy's older brother, Bradley warned, eyes narrowed.

Ace immediately glares at Bradely, his hands dropping to Nancy's shoulders as he almost fights an eyeroll as if her brother was a nuisance in his way while the Cobras snickered. The three other Sullivan brothers had resided to sitting in the back bed of the truck, but each of them looked itching to step in whenever needed. Of looks could kill, Ace would have dropped dead four times by now.

"Come on, Bradley were just havin' a little fun, aren't we Nance?" Ace replies, his tone sickly sweet as he continues to sheild Nancy from Bradley. "She's a big girl, she can handle her own business."

The toothpick in the corner of Bradley's mouth nearly snaps as he sneers at Ace - the three other brothers sitting in the back of the truck looking on with anticipation.

"It becomes my business when I see Fuckers like you making her cry." He states, taking another step toward him, his eyes leaving Ace to Nancy, watching the way she seemed to hide herself against Ace- as if she was ashamed to be seen like that in front of her brothers, a small sob leaving her.

Ace almost laughs as he cranes his head to the side to look at Bradley, eyeing him up at down for a secondnwith a scoff. "Can't believe you got yourself a sweetheart when you don't know a girl's playin' hard to get, huh Nancy?"

She doesn't answer Ace, her eyes still casted down to the ground, tears straining her rosy cheeks. Her hands were on his chest, gripping his shirt slightly as if it was some silent plead to let her go- but something about it also felt like she was warning him not to take this too far and to start something. She didn't want either sides to get hurt or in trouble.

Pitiful. She looked pitiful. And it made something in Ace hurt, something.ache in his heart that made his hold on her shoulders falter enough it made Nancy looked back up at him rather confused, aiming those desperate glassy eyes right up at him. His jaw tenses a bit, and he visibly swallows, something in his eyes akin to sympathy, but she can't reat it for long before he rolls them as if annoyed.

"Shit." He mutters under his breath, his hands dropping to his sides as he looks to the side, turning away from her for a second.

The second Ace let's her go Nancy rushes to Bradley, running into his arms as he hugs her to his side with one arm, his face softening as she hides her face into his chest and cries. "Damn it, Nancy..." He mumbles, sounding almost disappointed as he shoves her toward their brothers, watching her stumble toward the truck. "Told you to hurry home in the first place."

He then looks back up to Ace and the Cobras, a fierce fire of nothing but pure hatred in his vibrant blue eyes, pointing at him with a glare. "This is your final warning, Merrill. The next time I see you with her, I'm leaving you on the side of the street for roadkill." He threatened.

Ace scowls, arms folded over his chest. He could have said something, he could- and probably would do everything in his power to get Bradley do mad he could commit murder right there, but he didn't. For once, Ace kept his mouth shut. He couldn't stop thinking about that look his girl gave him. Like she hated him. She was scared of him.

His lip just curls back a bit as he eyes up Bradley one final time, fists cleching and unclenching, then stalks over to his car without much of a word, not even saying a thing even as the Cobras whisper and pester him l what his deal was. He just swats them away and shoots a 'shut the fuck up' scowl and gets into his car, slamming the door hard enough it made them wince at the sound.

"You ain't little kids no more." Bradley calls out again, stopping and turning to look at Ace before he opens the door to his truck. "You can't just pull her hair, say sorry, and expect her to come running into your arms like a lovesick puppy. She isn't seven - and neither are you." And with that, he climbs in, tossing his work jacket over Nancy who sat in the passengers seat, making a move to touch her shoulder but she merely curls into herself, keeping her focus outside the truck window.

Ace watches her the whole way, he couldn't find himself unable to look away, that weird faint aching in his chest lingered as he seemed to grip and knead his fingers into his steering wheel without making any other move. The Cobras nit daring to have a say in it either as they watched the red truck slowly drive off farther and father away in the opposite direction of them, slowly disappearing into the distance and kicked up dirt.

He almost seems to be thinking, his eyes trained forward and his lips twitch and shift while he bites at the inside of his cheek, jaw so tight you could see a vein strain in his neck.

"Ay, man," Eyeball nudges Ace's shoulder with his own. "Her brothers just a buzzkill, you of all people should know that -"

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" Ace says, his voice sounding so monotone you could barely register it as a question. "She's never given me..." He stops after a second as he glances toward the guys, watching them look away in an awkward sense. He just sighs.

"Let's get out if this fucking place." He mutters under his breath before anyone could have the balls to speak up. The engine of hid car roaring to life before he starts driving down the opposite way where the red truck disappeared in the distance.

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honeydazai · 2 years

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this will stay a blog for 'x reader' content, don't worry, but maybe some of you are interested in my entry for Day 1 of Bottom Dazai Week 2022, which features Soukoku!

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cynicaltirade · 8 months

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pretty please more ted plushophilia but inside it. your writing is so good. love love love. -🍒

:33 < For you 🍒 anon, as my first anon, anything! Words can not ever express the amount of joy writing Ted brings me. Fair warning - this one is dark in tone but not in actual subject matter, but there are trigger warnings so please check those out. To skip anything included in the TW, please skip to paragraph 13!

:33 < I think it shows that I'm more use to writing SFW slow burns rather then smut lmfaooo. Anyways, I tried my best and that's all that matters!!!

How to sleep 202 (Plushophiliac Ted Nivison ep 2)

:33 < Part 1 - not a mandatory read to understand, but if you want full context, check it out!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

TW: Addiction themes, relapse themes, and a slight paranoia mention. There is no actual addiction or relapse, but it can be read that way. None are romanticized or glorified, but the author straight up just doesn't know how to write someone feeling guilty over doing something they said they wouldn't do again without it sounding like an addiction/relapse.

Contains: Plushophilia (attraction to plushies), corruption themes, the usage of "violating" but only once, shame, gooning themes, lots of shameful feelings, probably inaccurate feelings of polyester but author doesn't care

Word count: 1,450 exact!

Once again, this is the "muse" of this work!!!

It had been a couple weeks since the initial "incident". Ted wasn't exactly proud of himself for stooping so low as to fuck a stuffed animal, but the memory of how amazing it felt still haunted him. He had done some research on the topic now though, turns out it's actually a decently common paraphilia. Still, He didn't want to go down that rabbit hole. There was too much shame and, further more, what would he even do if someone somehow found out?

Maybe though, maybe it would be ok if Ted just watched plushophilia porn. It didn't feel nearly as violating to watch other people fuck stuffed animals then to do it himself. Despite living alone, he decided to lock his bedroom door and close his blinds. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but then again you could never be too safe when hiding disgraceful porn habits.

Feeling as though his privacy was secure, Ted sat down at his computer and got onto the plushophilia subreddit. It only took him a few minutes of scrolling before he was rooting around in his black pajama shorts for his dick. There were just so many utterly fascinating ways people expanded on the base desire to fuck their plushies. Some folk would cut holes in the bottoms and occasionally mouths of their plushies. Other people would even going as far as to put flesh lights in the hole, or put a strap on their plush. Both seemed so trivially easy to accomplish and like they could feel simply divine...

Still though, his ego and pride couldn't afford to fuck a plush again. No matter how nice the mental image of the plush's fur getting slicked down with precum, or how amazing it would feel to fuck into the plush like his life depended on it. No, Ted needed to just settle to porn. Although, nothing was stopping him from having "Mr Buns", as he had so affectionately named his stuffed rabbit you had given him, from watching. Just watching though. He shouldn't... no he couldn't do anything to Mr Buns, the guilt would be too immense.

Thank god the bookshelf where Ted kept Mr. Buns was just a short reach away from his computer desk, he really wasn't in the mood to get up and walk with a semihard on that he was nursing into a full erection. He went through video after video of people griding on their plushies, each one strengthening his longing to feel the soft silky fur of Mr buns again. He really shouldn't... he... hm... maybe just rutting against the plush wouldn't be too terrible, but he wouldn't make a hole.

With a deep sigh, Ted pulled the stuffed rabbit into his lap and awkwardly positioned it just over his crotch. He felt disgusted that his cock was already springing to life more so then it had when he had started. Regardless, he pushed past the feeling of shame and pulled his pants down fully. He lined his cock up with the space between the rabbit's thighs and began pushing between the once again soft fluffy fur. Thank god he had cleaned it after his last "one night stand" with it, this would feel horrible otherwise.

There it was again, that immediate jolt of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as the fur brushed along his cock and down his stomach. Yeah, this is ok. It's ok to rub you cock against a stuffed toy that a close friend gave to you. The thought made him blush, knowing you would be utterly disgusted with him if you caught him doing this. He could ignore that for now though. One last time jerking himself off with Mr Buns, that's it. That's all he'd allow himself.

Oh, but the feeling of the fur enveloping him felt oh so nice. He rutted into the plush again, continuously fucking just the head of his cock between it's thighs since that felt the most stimulating. It didn't take long before that comforting fuzzy fog he felt last time was returning to his mind. It made the shame of the whole situation so oddly hot once again, and he sure as fuck wasn't complaining. It was so easy to slide his dick between the thighs of the stuffed rabbit over and over. It was so easy to let the weirdness of his interest go and just enjoy the feelings. It was so addicting to let his dick do all the thinking while his mind floated back into that hypnotizingly pleasant pool of pleasure. He could just turn his mind off, grind into the plush, and not even worry about how embarrassing his whines of bliss were.

There was something so sweetly overwhelming about watching others fuck their plushies while he fucked his. Still though, it made him wish for more. It felt so tantalizing to reach down between the stuffed rabbit's legs and rub along the seam. Knowing there was something so soft and untouched just inside... but he really shouldn't. Ted shouldn't ruin a gift from his friend like that. Although... if he kept Mr buns under his bed, no one would see it and therefore no one could judge him!

Yeah, yeah that's right! He was just cock drunk and wanted a hole to fuck. It wasn't because it was a stuffed animal that he was fucking that he was getting off to, no it was just a sex toy hole to fuck that's it. That's it, that's all. This is ok. He reached down and opened the drawer of his desk and rooted around for his scissors. Ted hesitated for a moment though as he was about to snip a hole between the legs of the stuffed rabbit. It was too late at this point, he might as well get it over with.

Snip

Just like that, Ted was forever differentiated from the majority of humanity. He was one of the vast minority who actually modified a stuffed animal to be fucked. At this point though, with how foggy and heavy his mind was, he didn't care. Swiftly, he rooted around his desk looking for a condom to keep the stuffing from getting in his urethra. Thank god he found one.

Ted's cheeks burned a bright red as he struggled to roll the condom on from how shaky his hands were in that moment. It wasn't his fault that his nerves were getting to him even when he was cock drunk! He felt so... naughty, dirty, improper... but all in the best way possible if that makes sense? Oh the feelings were all too confusing!

To keep his thoughts from spiraling any further, Ted grabbed the stuffed rabbit like a flesh light and quickly lined his cock up with the hole he had just snipped between the stuffed rabbit's back legs right under the tail. Without giving himself the chance for a second chance, he pushed himself into the slim tight hole and it was heaven. The soft fluffy polyester filling felt so silky smooth and thick around his cock. The feeling alone was enough to tear a groan from Ted as he bottomed out in the plush. Shame burned on his cheeks as he shuddered.

It only took him a moment to recollect himself before he started thrusting into the plush. Feeling the stuffing move to make room for him, watching the bulge form in it's little stomach every time he bottomed out, the way it fit so perfectly in his grasp... the memory was already burning its self into his mind. The fact he use to think just rutting against the fur was heavenly was idiotic compared to the reality of this.

He persisted in his purrsuit for pleasure. His cock disappearing deep into the soft fluffy stuffing being a memory that would permanently seared into his memory. Little bits and pieces of stuffing came out with each withdrawl, most getting stuck in Ted's pubes or even on the stuffed animal's fur. Still, that was no reason to pause. He was right on the edge and he sure as hell wasn't going to be edging himself away from it this time. He wanted to stuff mr buns and he wanted to stuff him NOW.

With that being said, it didn't take long before Ted's cock was throbbing through each burst of cum spewing from it. His mind blanked, vision almost going white as he clung tightly to the rabbit from how hard he came. It didn't cross his mind at first that wearing a condom would make clean up much easier then last time, but as he was coming down from his high, he was quite thankful.

:33 < Ok, so this ended up being a lot more heavy then even I was expecting. This is my lesson not to write porn when listening to my everyday playlist I guess! little secret: there is a second scrapped version that had a lot more religious guilt built into it but i decided to scrap. TBH, I probably won't be writing any more plushophilia fics for a bit since I truthfully struggled a lot to write this one haha. I may, MAY, do a rewrite of this later to make it lighter in tone/sound less like a relapse story. Please let me know if you would be interested in it!

:33 < Feel free to send in more requests for fanfics, head cannons, drabbles, ext! I love writing about the chuckle sammy guys, genuinely and truly. Honestly, my goal for this tumblr blog is to provide a space to talk about LEGAL (emphasizing legal because some of y'all are creepy) weird/uncommon/obscure kinks/fetishes!!! I'm willing to at least hear about/research most anything.

:33 < Dividers Credit: @cafekitsune

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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the blackest rose always blooms • a chrollo lucifer series

part one • “..why am I here?”

synopsis: (y/n), a successful, affluent woman takes an unexpected fall from grace after the relationship with her husband of five years takes a tumultuous turn, leaving her to flee with nothing but her life. But can the man she finds solace in afterwards be trusted to protect her or will the skeletons in his closet prove too much to bear also?

content warning: dark content, *depictions* of abuse and violence (no vivid or gruesome details), yandere (if you squint), smut and sexual content, mirror sex, oral, missionary, riding, marking and biting, overstimulation

word count: 1.5K

📝: so this is going to be a little something new I’m trying. In terms of my writing style and content, just to test the waters a little and myself! This will also be a multi-part series and it’ll feature the story from (y/n)’s POV for this piece so I hope it’s not confusing. In no way am I romanticizing an abusive relationship or trying to display it but this is mainly a smut piece and I will be getting into details as the series goes on! (It’ll make sense once I start to add more!)

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

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“Why am I here?”

I asked myself that same damn question every single day. It’s the only one that crosses my mind and has been for a month now. A loaded one with a handful of different meanings to me. Why am I here?..still walking this earth, wandering aimlessly with no direction? After leading a life with such hope and promise. One filled with aspirations, goals..glamor. Living in my own little world where nothing more than my image and wealth mattered. I had it all. The career, the status, the power and the bank account to match! Four cars in my garage and more money in my pockets than I’d ever know what to do with. Not to mention, the husband. The one who spoiled me rotten..flew me halfway around the world merely because we were bored. A man as handsome as he was charming. I owned every handbag I’d ever wanted, every piece of jewelry and boy, was I in love. In love with his mind, his body (and God, did I love his body!) and soul. You could even say I was a little obsessed. The way he nurtured me; poured into my cup constantly..he made love to me in ways that my body and spirit could never forget. Reactions only he could drum from within..

so why am I here?..screaming another man’s name. Clawing my nails through the pale, ink laden skin of his back. My legs coiling his waist as I cradle him close, as if to never let him go. Our frames intertwined as one atop the California King bed, residing within the walls of his condo. A mirror dangling above our bodies to display the actions taking place. A reminder of my sinful decisions and less than wise choices. Even so, I can’t help myself. Can’t help but to scratch a little more as I beg him to go deeper..not to stop until I can no longer take it. Until my legs are of no use and he can’t coax another drop from the aching core of my stomach. Where I could feel each throbbing inch of him. Fucking me nearly senseless, as if it were for the last time…as if he loved me..I thought I was seeing the stars at one point! All of this only coming after I allowed him to flick his tongue around between my thighs for nearly an hour. Or rather I should say..he did so until he was damn well pleased. Not stopping or raising for air once. I could pull on his hair, push him away, it didn’t even matter. To drink in all of my flavors, sucking on my clit as if they were the most divine thing he had ever tasted. Feasting greedily and selflessly on my sex; unrequited in his love. Even as I pushed his head away and climaxed more times than I could count. He persisted forward and when I questioned why he enjoyed himself so much, his only response was a mere laugh and: “Because, my dear. Seeing you get off is all the pleasure I need. As long as you are satisfied, I am as well..” talk about an overachiever! And the perfect lover..telling me how my pussy had become his favorite meal. I mean, what woman in their right mind would complain about that? Hell, any guilt that I felt before was beginning to subside. I no longer felt ashamed of letting another man inside of me.

because perhaps, the most cherished gift my husband ever gave to me was not my thirty thousand dollar engagement ring or the nearly million dollar wedding ceremony to follow. The huge house we lived in. It wasn’t even the title of Mrs. Morrow..but instead, the rose colored glasses he placed on my eyes and never removed. Even when I could begin to see things for what they truly were. When the veil lifted and smoke cleared…they were still plastered to my face. Shielding me from the ugly truth that was my supposedly beautiful life. I lied to myself, lied to everyone that things were perfect. That things were nothing short of euphoric, heaven on earth in my household. When in reality, not even I knew the hell I was about to encounter. One day, I’m in Hisoka’s arms, slow dancing to music on the balcony underneath the night stars. The next? I’m running down the street; soaked in my own blood from head to toe as I screamed for help. Crying as I peeled over in pain. But alas, no one came to my rescue. Maybe that was his intention all along. To isolate me from the rest of the world by moving me to a four story mansion atop a hill in the middle of nowhere. The red flags were all there from the beginning but I paid them no attention. I was too busy riding him to kingdom come after he took me to the Maldives..how fucking stupid! But I had to learn my lesson quickly. Especially when the roles reversed quickly and I found him atop me..brandishing his hands around my throat and not in a way anyone would enjoy. Slowly draining my life away from me until I was able to get an opening with a nearby metal nail file. I dug it into his shoulder, scooted off the floor, struck out running and never looked back! Because the truth was, he never loved me at all. Much like many people in Hisoka’s life, he was using me. For my money, my status and everything I owned. And now? He wanted it all to himself without me in my picture. Not because he needed it, no. Because he was a greedy bastard! The only person that Hisoka Morrow loved was Hisoka Morrow. I was never even a factor. He lied in wait for five years to execute his plan and me in the process. So when I made my escape, leaving him and everything I knew behind, never would I have imagined that I’d find rescue in the arms of a man that I’d never expected. Somewhat of a familiar face but one I knew nothing of beyond his unique appearance and his name of course…

“Chrollo!…ahh!”’ Chrollo Lucifer. A name, face (and stroke game) like the devil but he was nothing short of an angel in my eyes. My saving grace if anything. As I ran down the winding sidewalk, to the main gate closing us off from the rest of the world..in the pouring rain nonetheless, I was greeted by a car. A black BMW and a familiar face through the sheet of droplets between us..turns out, he was coming to confront my husband about a business deal that he slighted him on (surprise, surprise) when he ran into me and his motive was no longer revenge or debating. But rather, getting me to safety and shelter. He didn’t even ask what was going on. He merely shuffled me into his passenger seat with his coat draped across my shoulders and told me to get in. The timing was almost too perfect, calculated even!..but there was no motive or malice in this for him. It was all a mere case of the right place, right time..

“(Y/N)…you feel so good, my love..” and I was glad that things panned out that way. So as I lie here entangled in these sheets, holding his hands and shoving my tongue between his lips..letting him mark up my neck and shoulder with his gentle kisses and bites. As if he were trying to put his claim on me for good… “Don’t stop, please..” I ask myself yet again: ‘why am I here?’ A question I may never truly know the answer to. But I did know one thing for certain:

I felt safe, free..happy and I never wanted to leave. This place, this bed..

I never wanted to leave him.

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