**I was gonna write an indulging smutty fic, but then I was like...nope, too lazy. So I wrote a drabble instead. A not-so-happy drabble.**

I tried my hardest to keep myself away.

I did everything I could to save myself.

Yet, nothing worked.

I was addicted to Waluigi, as disgusting as that sounds. I couldn't go a day without wishing he was in my house, slamming my doors open, and throwing me about the bed.

I was too ashamed to go into counseling, the thought of having to speak of my problem made me want to vomit. I also had a problem with telling him to back away, just saying the word "no" was too hard for me.

What was I becoming? A man who was too weak to help himself or a slut that enjoyed the feeling of being used over and over again?

It was a hard question to answer. Every time I tried to sit down and think it out my blood would race south—making the addiction worse and worse.

I've tried to find someone else, someone other than Waluigi. Yet, with any other being I feel… unsatisfied.

But Waluigi makes me feel like I over indulged.

Such is the life of a man who dreams of being pounded into a squirming, screaming, and sticky mess. One who drools at the sight of hotdogs in the grocery store. One who can't stand being at the beach because of all the skin.

I enjoy the thrill too much to stop.

And Waluigi doesn't make it any better.

The way his eye squints as he sends me a devious smirk makes my skin feel cold. How he manages to make his French sound husky and dark makes my spine shiver. When he lays his hands on me, I can feel the sexual desire through his gloves; it makes me tense and excited.

He can work my clothes off with words. He can heat up the room with a growl. He doesn't even have to stand on my porch for five seconds before I'm on my knees and begging he penetrate me soon.

Waluigi takes the sick pleasure in that. I know that he enjoys having a bitch like me ready to bend over at any second.

Have I tried to stop it? Yes. It has never worked.

I'm just waiting for the day when my body decides it can only become aroused and not release anymore. Such a nightmare as it is, it could possibly be the only way to get Waluigi away—physically and mentally.

Until something changes, I'll just remain a man who flushes as he begs for a fuck. I'm probably the only one who is willing to put my lips around his addicting mass, and swallow the sugar that spews from it. There will be no other who would allow him to abuse their hide as much as I let him.

My body is his play toy.

And I shouldn't be happy about that.

**PS: satyriasis- excessive or abnormal sexual craving in the male (Merriam-Webster definition)**