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Do I really like men or do I like men written by women? Everytime I see that on tiktok I think of you ahaha

It’s fascinating to compare male sex/romantic fantasy in literature vs female. I think it was someone on twitter that said, men objectify women and women personify men and it’s so true.

Female writers are like: a man with complex feelings and a tragic past who perceived me as a person and enjoys giving oral sex because he values my pleasure as much as his own. And male writers are like: she was a bodaciously bodied woman whose breasts rose up to greet me like two cocker spaniels. Did she have thoughts? I do not imagine so, but I did not care for I was hypnotized by the lurid thickness of her eyelashes and her Amazonian thighs.

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requested by some degenerates over-yonder in that hellhole of a discord server, hcs on yandere!cloud strife from ff7 as a some kind of hybrid-monster. i don’t fucking know, i’m just a writer here. —@monstrouslyobsessed

tw: body changes/transformation, kidnapping, confinement, Stockholm syndrome, monster/inhuman p3nis

》he was one of many victims of dr. hojou’s very messed up experiments —it wasn’t obvious at first, cloud looked very human, just superpowered —hell, even he didn’t see anything out of ordinary even though he couldn’t recall what normal was supposed to feel like —changes came slowly, perhaps over the course of several years —he never told anyone though

》until you, that is —you were a sweet thing, a saint putting up with his strange moments —without too many questions, you opened up your home to him when he needed a quiet place to hide and to brood —…that, was a mistake

》when changes became very obvious…he disappeared —no one know where he went —even expert trackers hadn’t been able to find him —but oh, you knew where he went —moaning and writhing in your basement, sweating bullets and his skin whitening, all the while he was begging you for your silence —you so wanted to get him a doctor —but…could a doctor even help him with that…illness? —the illness where his skin was changing and his face…morphing? his teeth sharpening? nails curving into talons as his hands thickened alongside his entire body?

》what was wrong with him? —after several days of trying your best to help, your resolution reached to its final head —you’re going to call for help —you couldn’t help him anymore, there were nothing else you could do for him —and as if he knew what you were intending to do, to betray your promise of silence, he materialized behind you and shattered your phone into tiny pieces —cloud…no longer looked human

》you had no chance to scream when he pressed a sensitive spot in your neck and all things went black —you woke up in a very unfamiliar place —a dusty room, with obvious hurried attempts of cleaning, swipes of claws jarring scars in the walls and gorges into the floor

》“i won’t hurt you” —cloud promised, with that faraway look in his strange eyes, when you found him waiting, hunching in a darkened corner —his eyes glowed, but not from mako, but from something else entirely—from his newfound nature as a predator

》you were too scared to scream, your heart beating like an alarmed rabbit — “why?” you asked

》he shrugged and never told you an answer —he never did

》the truth is, he always felt so…wrong —but with you, he felt right and at peace with himself

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Requiem pour un Vampire (1971)

The Devil's Hour:

"Eat me, drink me"

A Halloween Special

Dark!Billy Russo x Dark!Aleksander Morozova x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Dub/non-con, threesome, double penetration, mild gore? Idk, there is blood.

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“Please”

Your plea was barely more than a croak, a weak, broken thing teared off from your raw, abused throat. Whether you were begging for them to stop or to go on, you didn't know anymore.

And truth be told, it didn't matter either way, mercy was not something the creatures holding you hostage in your pretty golden cage were capable of anymore, any trace of empathy, of humanity, purged out of them centuries ago.

They had been torturing you, edging you for hours, and then making you come until they had burned all the fight out of you. Until pain and pleasure were blurred together. Until yes and no had started to mean the same thing.

They had broken you. Just like they had promised.

"Please…" You sobbed, a pathetic, heart wrenching sound that would have moved any man.

Too bad the beings keeping you prisoner were not men.

Still, the one in front of you raised his head from your cunt, beard glistening, stained with your juices, proof that, as much as you had fought them, kicking and screaming, as much as you had cried at the beginning, a part of you had to be enjoying what they were doing to you…

Right?

Dark eyes met his twins over your shoulder,

"Maybe we should stop, Aleks" His voice sounded sincere, but you couldn't shake the feeling you were being mocked "Maybe it is too much…"

"Our girl is strong, Billy" A soft, almost loving voice reached you from behind and a pair of pale, strong arms adjusted their iron like grip around you. It was a futile gesture, you were way too weak where you laid, your back fitted between the v of his legs, head pillowed by his chest, to fight back anymore. Way too spent, way too sated, way too used, nothing but a ragdoll. "She can take it"

“No, please, I can’t take anymore…” you pleaded. Aleks smiled against your hair, breathing you in, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head,

“But I think you can, malyshka," The russian endearment fell from his lips honey sweet, "I think you still have a couple more orgasms in you. And we want every. Single. One. Of them…” He punctuated every word with tiny, deceptively innocent pecks to the top of your head, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could reach with his lips.

“Whatever you say, big brother" Billy smirked, not needing any further convincing, slotting himself between your legs, entering you in a single long, hard stroke. You turned your head to the side, unwilling to see his beautiful face scrunch with the pleasure he was getting out of it, out of your pliant body but unwilling soul.

“No, don’t close your eyes” Aleks chastised you, grabbing your face, forcing you to meet his brother's eyes. “You will watch him, all the time. You will watch us take what’s ours. Am I understood, malyshka?”

You nodded, opening your eyes, watching as Billy's mouth fell open in a silent "oh" through wet lashes. He was identical to his brother, down to the freckle under his right eye, and every inch as gorgeous: long, lithe but muscular body, pale skin, eyes dark as night, face of an angel…

You cursed their pretty faces, you wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn't for them. That was how they had lured you, how they had gotten you alone at the bar. You hadn't wanted to go with them, not really… except you did. One look into those obsidian orbs, and you had been overwhelmed but this strange desire to please them, your body doing as they said even as your mind rebelled inside.

Your friends hadn't noticed anything wrong, of course they hadn't. What woman wouldn't want to be the center of attention of two hotties like those anyway?

They had taken you right there, in the alley outside of the bar, for the first time. Billy pinning your arms behind your back as Aleksander slid his cold, cold hand into your jeans and fingered you, kissing away your tears, chanting praises at you, telling you how tight you felt, how soft and hot and wet inside, how he couldn't wait to feel you around his cock. And just when you had thought it couldn't get any worse, that your fate couldn't get any blacker, Billy's teeth had pierced your skin, right above your breast, and he had drank from you.

“How does she feel, William?” Aleksander questioned, right before twisting your head to capture your mouth in a painful kiss that made your lips bleed.

“Perfect,” Billy moaned, hips pounding into you erratically. He was close “She feels perfect, you know that, Sasha”

Aleks hummed his approval into your lips, releasing them only to lap at the blood staining them.

“Delicious too” He cooed, knuckles caressing your cheek, “So sweet, sweetest little morsel I’ve ever tasted… Is she tight, Billy?"

"Yes… So so tight…"

"Does our little doll need stretching?" He hummed, thoughtful, hand dipping lower, to where his brother was disappearing inside of you. You shook your head, the feeling of Aleksander's finger slipping in with Billy's cock enough to break their thrall.

"Nonononono please, pleasepleaseplease"

"Shhhhh" Billy soothed you, holding your chin up so he could look you in the eye, "It's ok, baby doll, you can take it, can't you?" You could feel your will vanishing, your body going slack against Aleksander's chest, "you can take the both of us like a good girl… Don't you wanna be our good girl?"

"We can help you, teach your body how to take us" said Aleks, adding another finger as his twin started moving his hips again, slowly, leisurely, making you feel every delicious, punishing inch.

"Fuck, Sasha!"

Aleksander's hand was lighting fast, striking his brother on the cheek.

"Watch your mouth in front of our little lady"

Billy simply smirked, clearly enjoying the little bit of pain with his pleasure,

"Whatever you say, boss" He snaked his arms around you, taking you from Aleks, sitting up so he could perch you on his lap. Aleksander bared his fangs at him "I think she's ready" Billy quickly declared, succeeding in deflecting his brother's wrath.

"Are you sure? I don’t want her to feel any pain as I turn her, only pleasure for our perfect girl.”

"I'm sure" Billy confirmed, your own protests going unheard as they manhandled you, trapping you between their bodies, positioning you to their liking.

And then it began.

The stretch was unlike anything you had ever felt as they lowered you, impaling you on their identical cocks little by little, taking turns moving their hips in a well practiced dance, one retreating as the other thrusted another inch in, until they were both buried to the hilt.

Aleksander's hands were everywhere, stroking your arms, your chest, your back, comforting you as Billy kissed away your tears.

"So good for us..."

"Our precious girl..."

"...Milaya devushka"

"Pretty girl, so good for us… fucking perfect…" It was Billy, the first to break, the first to start rocking, to tear a moan from your swollen lips. "Yeah, just like that, just give in… isn't it so much better when you stop fighting us?"

It was. Heavens help you, it was. Your head felt back against Aleksander's shoulder, and he wasted no time in latching onto your neck, sucking a path of purple bruises.

"Aleks" You sighed, feeling his smile against your skin. At least until his brother, ever jealous, demanded your attention by licking at your nipple "... Billy!"

"Yeah, just like that, baby doll, say my name like that again…" His hips gained speed, forcing his brother to match his pace until they were both fucking you in earnest, bouncing your body between them, their perfect little fucktoy. Your cries grew louder.

"Does it hurt, malyshka?"

You nodded your head. Billy nodded with you, mockingly.

"Where does it hurt? Where we're fucking this little cunt?" His hand cupped your core, thumb sliding on your clit, tracing little half circles that had you crying even harder, "I think you're lying… I think you like it"

You tried to shake your head, but he was having none of it.

"You say one thing… but your body says another. I can feel your pussy squeezing us, princess. This greedy little cunt… sucking us in… Sasha feels it too, don't you, brother?"

Aleksander's head had fallen against your shoulder, thrust starting to lose their rhythm.

"Yes… so tight… strangling my cock… begging for more…"

"Oh, we're gonna give it more… fill it up with our come… till it's leaking us all over the sheets… and then… we gonna fuck our come right back in…"

"It's time, little brother…" Aleks swept your hair off your shoulder, placing a long, filthy lick up the side of your neck. You obeyed his silent command, turning your head, giving him more space. That’s when you felt them, dry, hard and long, puncturing your skin, setting every nerve of your body on fire, galaxies of sparks bursting behind your eyelids. Stuffed to the brim with their cocks, it was Aleksander's fangs what made you come one final time.

You were still trembling with the aftershocks of the earthquake, the world shattering orgasm, when Billy pushed his wrist into your mouth, something warm and sweet, delectable and addictive filling your mouth, invading your senses. You hungrily sucked, making Billy hiss.

Something inside you sang at the sound, basking in the little bit of pain you caused him after all he had done to you.

But, voracious as you were, Aleksander still sucked your blood faster, making you lightheaded, your grip on Billy's wrist going slack.

As the life was drained out of you, you felt him place one last kiss on your numb lips, as he whispered,

“Welcome to the family, little sister.”

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