#Sucks but that doesn't mean anyone should be letting the orange one win

[toaarcan]

There's a total of one challenger for Biden's chair at the moment (Marianne Williamson withdrew last week), Dean Phillips. So what's he like?

I'm just gonna let that one sit.

Phillips also has zero delegates to Biden's 91, and he's not even on the ballot in a handful of states because they can just do that (See Trump being taken off the ballot in a few states' Republican primaries). So the chances of him winning anything are pretty low. Parties just don't tend to remove incumbent presidents if they don't have to. They've got their guy in already, they're going to choose stability over anything else, especially at this stage in the game, and that's why most politicians don't try.

It's also extremely unlikely that you're going to find an American candidate with a better stance on Gaza at all. The US government is extremely pro-Israel, for a variety of reasons. Some of them make bank off of selling bombs to Netanyahu. Some of them are deathly afraid to criticise a man who screams "Antisemitism!" every time anybody wants to criticise his actions, a claim bolstered by the glut of actual antisemitism that's happening. Some of them are millennialist nutbars who want all the Jewish people back in Israel so Jesus can come back. Some of them just hate Muslims more than they hate Jews.

Phillips is actually fairly decent on this topic, for what it's worth. He believes in a two-state solution and has criticised Netanyahu publicly. He supports Israel as an entity but not the policies and genocidal intentions of its current ruling party, which is probably about as good as you're going to get.

So hey, by all means, if this guy is on your state's ballot and you like the sound of him (and please do more research than this before you make that call, my comments aren't going to give you the whole story), vote for him in the primary. Him losing (which is the most likely outcome, 91-0 and all) is not carte blanche to give up.

The most likely outcome is still Biden vs. Trump, and yeah, sorry, if/when that's what happens, it's still gonna boil down to "You have to vote for grandad to stop fascism, and do not let Gaza be a wedge issue because the open, screaming Islamophobe is going to be much fucking worse."

There are certainly other things that could happen, Phillips could pull off the upset of the century and actually secure the nomination (extremely unlikely based on how the system works, but still), one or both of the old fuckers could up and die on the spot, they're both ancient, and Trump's poor health and near-death of COVID are factors too, but America is not currently in a position where there are many options besides "Elephant party wants a nationwide abortion ban, criminalisation of all LGBT+ identities, Russia to take over Europe, apparently a military dictatorship, and more genocide, vote donkey party despite all the problems because seriously you cannot let the other guys get their way again.

It's frustrating how, regardless of where you fall, there's this assumption of a binary between Biden or Trump. Voting in November or not voting at all. Those are the only options we have guys. Biden or Trump. Vote or no vote. It's so easy to fall into binaries. If you criticize Biden or his policies, the assumption is you're obviously angling to abstain from voting and land us all back in the same mess as 2016. If you try to urge people to vote who actually ARE getting nilhistic about it, obviously you're a liberal shill who supports the same atrocities Biden does. On some level I get it, because third-party candidates simply aren't viable.

BUT LET ME TELL YOU ALL A LITTLE SECRET!

There's this little thing happening earlier in the year, before November. It's at different times in different states, and you should go look up when it's happening in yours, but it's really important to know about. It is the Democratic primaries.

Because guess what? The world is bigger than two shitty old men. Instead of going to bat for the slightly less shitty of the two, I'd rather direct everyone's attention to the possibility of other options that lie outside that binary. If you want to avoid a slide into facism, but you also don't want to just vote for the lesser evil who will keep supporting a genocide, guess what! You don't have to!

Go look up the Primaries. Find out when and where they're happening. Talk to other people you know about them too. Look up the other candidates in the running, and find someone who you can at least stand to see in the Oval Office. None of them will be perfect, but there has to be someone better than the current selection. And push for them. Push for them, get other people to consider backing that person instead of the decrepit one, and vote in the primaries. And then vote in November too.

It doesn't have to be a matter of choosing between Biden or Trump, if we make sure someone else wins the Primaries instead. Instead of a binary of voting or not voting, consider voting twice.

The systems we have in place suck and need to be heavily rebuilt. But we aren't going to do that overnight, so until then, we really should make the full use of those systems to make sure someone at least halfway decent is in charge, someone willing to help tear down and rebuild those systems instead of just shoring themselves up.

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE ONLY BIDEN OR TRUMP. THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX. VOTE IN THE PRIMARIES.

[qqueenofhades]

I just saw an article that said like half of trump supporters would vote for someone else if given a good option, and now all I want is someone else to get the nomination but have Trump refuse to drop out so he splits the vote. I would love nothing more than for the republicans to get 0 electoral votes…well that’s not quite true, what I would really love more than anything is for republicans to get 0 votes in general, but unless all of them forget when the election is and forget to vote for themselves that seems unlikely 😂

Basically, there is about 30 to 35% of America that is just outrageously cruel, racist, stupid, evil, and anti-everything (science, medicine, progress, voting, reason, education, history, civic society, gay people, women, non-white non-Christians, immigrants, anything that is not a fascist white nationalist theocracy) and they are beyond help. They will go down with Trump and his awful cronies to the bitter end, because they think that the primary function of government is to punish their enemies and nothing else. There is no public, social, or economic policy you can offer that will ever appeal to them, because they don't care. Nothing matters as much to them as Hurting The Other. In other words, they suck, and they are loud, dangerous, and militant, but they are not by any means the majority, they consistently suffer when their views are exposed to the mainstream public, and candidates backed by them have been regularly defeated in general elections, because they are just too extreme.

Then there are the rest of the Republican voters, who like low taxes, guns, and "small government" (aka that which doesn't run any risk of helping black people), but aren't quite the militant deranged TrumpCultists. They want a less openly criminal or at least slightly more palatable "moderate" old school GOP alternative, which has absolutely zero chance of getting past the primary-voting rancid shitgibbons mentioned above. We often get various thinkpieces wondering whether the indictments will strip these voters away from Trump, and yes, on the one hand, it is possible -- if, and only if, someone apart from him is the nominee, which for many reasons is deeply unlikely. If it is not, then anyone thinking that Republican voters will vote for anyone other than the Republican candidate, i.e. Trump, is kidding themselves. These people show up every election and vote for every R-name on the ballot. The fact that Democrats have to be wrangled and argued at so hard to do the same is one reason among many that we are in our present mess.

It is true that Trump is barely statistically viable as a candidate at this point, two-thirds of Americans think the charges (especially the J6 charges) against him are serious, and a plurality think he should suspend his presidential campaign (he won't, since it is his last chance to keep from going to jail for probably the rest of his life). It's also true that post-Dobbs, Democrats and Democratic-voting independents have been incredibly more motivated to turn out, and that Trump has never won the popular vote in any election (he only won in 2016, as we all painfully recall, because of the Electoral College). The Republicans have also consistently underperformed in every election since the Greasy Orange God King came along, and this trend is only accelerating.

None of that, again, means that we are safe or can relax or let our guard down about 2024, but it does mean that the only way these shitbags can win is by cheating up the wazoo, which they always try to do. There legitimately are not enough Americans who actually support their heinous crap to properly vote for them otherwise, and if nothing else, we can and should take comfort in that.

[gethooked]

Here's my thoughts from tonight's dynamite

Hook vs Samoa Joe main event, ok I'm totally not nervous at all. This video package feels like it's a ppv. Ok but Hook's voice 😍 he needs to talk more. His slow walk oml.

Christian Cage vs Dustin Rhodes where did this match come from. I hate how Christian walks and I don't know why. Nick Wayne though 😍. Dustin's theme reminds of his Goldust theme. I honestly think Christian is going to win. Christian got yeeted over those steps oml. I feel like Dustin has been wrestling for 100 years, but I might actually cry when he retires. Hopefully he has a match for his retirement match. Not Nick trying to cheat. Yes Dustin, yambag jones, yambag city like Taz said. Dustin beat Nick's ass. Yess, get Nick out of here. (I love you Nick) Christian taking Adam's move 🫨 what did I say Christian was gonna win.

Who's house? Swerve's house! The way Swerve laughs is so weird to me. Renee looks sooooo pretty tonight. Did Swerve quote Harry Styles or am I going insane. Swerve's house!

Just looking at S🤮mmy passes me off. From what I've heard about Jericho recently I don't like him. A pizza cutter? Maybe he will cut your hair. Sydallllll!!!! Sydal beat Jericho before? Never knew that. At least we get to see Sydal.

Orange Cassidy and Trent with Chuck say whatttt... since when was he back. Hopefully OC and Trent win. Oh wait Penta and Komander... this match is gonna be a banger. Trust me I know bangers. Cero Miedo! I love that Rey's back too. Classic OC. I think my dogs like wrestling because whenever wrestling is on they have to wrestle to. They even do their own promos. Ok sorry back to the actual match. I hate picture in picture I get distracted by the commercials. So far I've been right about the winnings for 2 matches. Let's see how many more I can get. Bruh the undisputed kingdom can suck a fat one. Roddy shut the fuck up. Why are YOU trying to tell him what to do. Belongs to you? Bitch what? I agree with the other fans. OC another match?

Hangman you look different, did you dye your hair? Grow a mustache? Again Renee is sooo pretty. He doesn't think about Swerve? Yeah right. Hangman never threaten HOOK like that again.

This might make me cry. Rip Jay. Rest in Heaven. Poor Mark, he already looks emotional. #DemBoys period girl!! Good for you! The love Mark has for his niece is so cute. Now I'm gonna cry for real. The fact that Jay was a family man breaks my heart.

The bucks? What the hell happened to their faces. Nicholas and Matthew is crazyyyyy. Hypothetical he's using that word to much fr. Stiiiiiiiinnnnngggggggg. #changetheworld the shade towards cm punk is my favorite thing. Sweetheart is crazy.

Bullet club gold. Honestly I only like Jay. Mogul embassy? This match is gonna go crazy. I loveee Prince Nana. I think Toa missed. BCG won, knew that was gonna happen. We love Bowens btw. Scissor me Daddy Ass.

Wardlow? Adam Cole? Get off my screen sellouts.

Toni on commentary? Oml i love her but her gimmick gets irritating after awhile in my opinion. Deonna vs Anna? Deonna has to win. If I see anyone make comments about Deonna I will personally beat you the fuck up. What does virtuosa even mean? Yes Deonna as you should. Toni's faces are sooo funny bro. Poor Luther. Right in the what? Poor Taz. They must have been watching a telenovela. (I'm mexican I can make that joke)

Top Flight vs Private Party? I want Top Flight to win, butttt I think PP is going to win since Marq Quen is back. Idk I just hope both teams have fun. I loveeee PP's theme. Aww he gave away his durag. Same thing with TF's theme. I've been loving Darius' hair braided. What did Taz call them? I love when Zay does that little scream. Wasn't Darius on the ropes? Andretti? We love him too.

Hook vs Joe? Bae's gotta win this. Come on Hook. Hook looks so majestic. I'm gonna cry my poor Hookie. Joe you didn't have to actually have to kill him.

[shig-a-shig-ah]

ASSISTANCE

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"This is a waste of my time," Shigaraki says in a bored voice. "I thought you needed me for something important."

Re-Destro's smile doesn't falter at the white-haired man's display of impertinence, but yours does. You attend all his meetings, since you are his assistant, after all - your entire job is to manage his schedule and take down meticulous notes and complete any other menial tasks needed of you. This meeting, however, is not going according to plan.

You'd carefully crafted an agenda on Re-Destro's behalf for this one-on-one with the Grand Commander of the newly-branded Paranormal Liberation Front, and now it was ending only ten minutes in with Shigaraki's abrupt dismissal. Re-Destro, of course, doesn't protest, only offers his characteristic proclamation that he and all his resources are at Shigaraki's disposal. Shigaraki rolls his eyes, clenching and releasing the fingers of his newly-healed hands, one of them bearing a gloved prosthetic to compensate for his missing fingers.

And then those red eyes settle on you.

"What about them?" he asks with a smirk, and while Re-Destro doesn't catch his meaning at first, you certainly do. You can see how his eyes skim your curves, sending a shudder down your spine at the openly lascivious look. Your boss, oblivious, only prattles on about your skills as an assistant even as Shigaraki is rising, walking over to you and raising one hand to tug at your tie, ignoring every word from the man behind the desk.

Shigaraki snorts - a sharp, dismissive sound. "I don't need some little secretary following me around." He's loosening the red silk knotted at your collar now. "Do you make them dress like this, or do they do that all on their own?"

Even that comment on your uniform, a perfectly professional grey suit and white blouse, plus the tie, doesn't give Re-Destro any pause. His sycophantic smile only finally starts to fade when Shigaraki offers an undeniably lewd reply to the orange-haired man's suggestion that your uniform could be changed, should Shigaraki desire it.

"Nah," the pale-haired man says. "I like it. They looks like the most attainable option in some office eroge. And I'm sure it's cute when you bend 'em over the desk for a little stress relief, right?" He laughs mockingly at Re-Destro's shocked expression, waving a dismissive hand. "Or do you not do that? Too busy storing up all that stress for battle? You know, for when you go picking fights you can't win?"

You try to shove Shigaraki away when deft fingers move to unbutton your suit jacket, but he only catches your wrists with a chuckle, holding you firm with one hand.

"Shigaraki," Re-Destro says - and quite lamely, you notice with bitterness, "if you are in need of...companionship, I'm sure I can arrange for-"

"Oh, I think this is just fine. So if you really want to do something for me, why don't you get the fuck out of here?" He raises a sparse brow in Re-Destro's direction. "Unless watching is your thing." A tiny squeak of fear escapes you at the implicit threat in Shigaraki's words, the promise that he has something more in store than this little game of harassment. 

And Re-Destro, the man who has employed you for years, who supposedly counts you among his most loyal and valuable associates, simply leans back to watch.

"Huh," Shigaraki muses to you as he notes Re-Destro's unmoving form. "I wouldn't have taken him for the type."

You wouldn’t have either. Your throat tightens as Shigaraki undoes the buttons on your shirt too, wrestling it off your shoulders even as you struggle feebly against him. Your eyes are fixed on Re-Destro, pleading wordlessly for him to intervene, but his lip only twitches slightly.

"Rikiya," you whine, tears pricking at your eyes, and Re-Destro drops his gaze from yours.

"If Shigaraki is in need of assistance," he says flatly, "then I think you should do your job."

You let out a choked little sob at his words, and another whimper when Shigaraki lifts his hand to grope at your breast through your bra, fingers seeking out the firm nub of your nipple and pinching it harshly. It stiffens under the attention, sending an uncomfortable, unwanted stirring between your thighs.

"Please don't." You address your pleas to Shigaraki now, the words coming out small and pathetic, but of course Shigaraki pays your suffering no mind.

"Aw, come on now," he coos, releasing your nipple so he can reach behind you to undo the clasp on your bra. "Even as tightly wound as baldie over there is, I bet this won't be the first time you've been fucked by your Grand Commander, right?"

Your cheeks burn at the comment, and the truth in it. You would swear to anyone who asked that your and Re-Destro's relationship was strictly professional, and you truly believed it. But your job was to assist him, and if that meant offering yourself up on the rare occasion he chose to release some of that stored-up stress without using his Quirk, then you were more than happy to include that among your many duties.

Or at least, you had been.

You look to your boss again, still begging with your eyes for him to intervene as Shigaraki peels off your bra, swatting away your hands when you try once more to shove him away. Re-Destro's face has gone tight with what you first think is anger or shame, at least until you notice the way he's palming himself through his trousers. Your stomach twists in disgust.

Shigaraki laughs when your gaze drops, leaning close so that he can whisper in your ear. "To think, all these years as his assistant and he's really going to let this happen, just like that."

The heat of his breath against your ear sends a shudder down your spine, the discomfort makes your squirm involuntarily. Your hands lift to shove against his shoulders, but pale fingers wrap tightly around your wrists as he ruts his hips into you, and your struggling accomplishes little except making you unintentionally grind back against him.

"Mm, do that again," he taunts breathily, his tongue running along the outer shell of your ear, and despite your revulsion you force yourself to go still, the only protest you can manage.

"Come on now, if you can be a good little slut for him" - Shigaraki tilts his head towards Re-Destro - "then you can do the same for me." There's a dangerous edge in his voice that wasn't there a moment ago, but you only shake your head. Re-Destro had always asked, never forced himself on you like Shigaraki is doing, and you at least respect him. Or, you had. It had already been lessening with each day that passed since he abdicated his position and took on the role of Shigaraki's fawning subordinate, and now this...well, you don't think you'll even be able to look your boss in the face after this, for so, so many reasons.

Shigaraki lets out a low growl at your continued obstinance and leans back to study you, his red eyes narrowed. After a moment the corner of his cracked lips curve up into a sadistic grin that sends your stomach dropping, and his hands move again to your tie, the one piece of clothing still adorning your torso. The red silk fabric hangs obscenely between your bare breasts, and Shigaraki toys with the knot for a moment before his other hand grips the dangling fabric, yanking downward.

The thin loop of fabric constricts roughly around your throat, and you begin to struggle almost immediately, gasping futilely for air while your hands claw at his own, trying desperately to free yourself. A malicious giggle escapes the man before you as you fight against his strength, and he pins you harder against the table you'd been leaning against when all this started. Somewhere beyond the dark spots starting to cloud your vision and the desperate, burning need for air, you're vaguely aware of his rutting into you, his cock twitching with every strained whine that manages to escape your strangled throat.

"It doesn't seem like you like this," Shigaraki says, eyes brightening as the tears that had been threatening to spill over finally start to stream down your face. "Maybe you'd rather choke on my cock instead?"

You don't truly register what he's saying, only know that his words hold the promise of relief if you agree, and so you nod frantically, desperate to escape the unbearable ache growing in your lungs. Even though you've sobbed your acceptance of his demands, he waits another few second before loosening the fabric and pulling back from you with a throaty growl.

He doesn't give you any time to recover. You're still gasping for air when white-hot pain flashes across your scalp, and then you're being dragged across the carpet by your hair, friction burns stinging your knees as you stumble from the unexpected assault. Shigaraki shoves you sprawling to the floor in front of Re-Destro's expansive desk, flopping himself down in one of the chairs there, nimble fingers already undoing his belt. He makes quick work of his pants, freeing his straining erection. Your vision is blurred with tears, but you still whimper at the sight of him stroking himself lazily as he stares down at you.

"Well? Get on with it," he orders.

Once again, you find yourself looking between Shigaraki and Re-Destro, as though the man who's simply sat watching this assault might suddenly be moved to intervene. Instead, he's shifting uncomfortably in his large leather chair, hand still massaging his length through his pants as he watches, while Shigaraki pays him no attention at all.

You let out a choked sob as you shuffle forward on hands and knees, one fist lifting tentatively to wrap around his length. Shigaraki draws a sharp breath, hips bucking as you stroke him lightly, and then his hand tangles in your hair again, tugging cruelly at your locks.

"I said suck it," he hisses and, sniffling, you extend your tongue to run over his cock, small-kitten licks along his tip and down his shaft. He groans when you brush against that sensitive spot on the underside of his member, and with no warning at all he impatiently forces you all the way down his length, burying himself in your throat.

The sudden intrusion makes you gag. You do your best to breath through your nose, but it's hard - you're snotty from the tears that won't stop coming, such a mess that you can't imagine what he finds appealing about the sight, but he doesn't seem to mind it if the way he's panting raggedly and grinding his hips into your face is any indication.

He holds your head firmly in place as he fucks your mouth, never pulling out more than halfway, so that you're choking and gagging the entire time, barely able to suck in enough air to stay conscious. Desperate for the torment to be over, you do the only thing you can think to do, hollowing your cheeks and sucking sloppily, circling his substantial girth with your tongue and grimacing at the slightly salty taste of his skin and precum. The sooner you make him cum though, the sooner he'll stop, right?

"Fuck, that's a good pet." He humps into your mouth with greater fervor until finally he forces his way past the tight ring of your throat one final time and holds himself there, cock twitching and you doing your best not to gag even more at the bitter taste of his cum on the back of your tongue.

The moment he releases you, you scramble away, wiping at your damp face with the back of your arm. It's ineffective - you're still blubbering, trembling slightly at the unexpected violation you're being forced to endure.

"Can I go now?" you ask meekly, whatever small amount of fight and indignation that you'd had before now entirely gone. You just want to get dressed, to rinse the acrid taste out of your mouth and go home where you can pretend this never happened. And, in a few days, you can start looking for another job. Maybe leave Deika City entirely if it will get you away from the two men in this room with you now.

"Already?" Shigaraki mock-pouts. "But we're having so much fun."

He reaches down and hauls you to your feet, bending you over Re-Destro's desk before you can so much as utter a surprised cry. Your face is shoved flat against the gleaming mahogany, and the disgusting sound of your boss's labored breathing is audible mere feet away from you. Shigaraki is still ignoring the other man completely, as though he isn't stroking himself off on the other side of the desk, and you nearly forget about Re-Destro too when Shigaraki starts shoving your skirt up over your hips.

"Is this part of the uniform too?" He hooks a finger into the lace top of your thigh-high stockings, snapping it against your skin a couple times before moving his attention upward. His palms run over your supple ass, squeezing at the curves, and you can feel his spit-slicked cock already growing firm against your backside.

Despite everything, you have to bite back a whine when his fingers dip to stroke over your clothed sex. Your hands clutch tightly at the edge of the desk, willing your hips not to buck shamefully at the sudden pressure against your clit; the same fear and shame that have left you so on edge have also made you more sensitive, every nerve in your body alight with heightened awareness.

"I'm surprised a little slut like you even bothered with these," he says as he pushes your underwear aside, running his thumb over your slit. "Fuck, and you're already nice and wet."

He pinches your clit, rolling that sensitive nub between two fingers, and you bury your teeth in your arm to muffle the sound it draws from you. It's unbearable that you can't suppress those noises, that you're responding to him so wantonly. As though you want this.

Shigaraki clicks his tongue in disapproval, and suddenly your arm is being twisted behind you, pinned uncomfortably at the small of your back. "None of that. I want to hear all those sweet little noises." He plunges two fingers into your cunt for emphasis, and you cry out at the sudden stretch. "That's better," he pants. You feel sick, your stomach knotted, but even so the feel of his fingers inside you and his thumb rubbing circles against your clit has you writhing in response, lewd squelching noises cutting through the silence every time he thrusts those two digits deeper into your tight pussy.

"Now the next question," he rasps, his fingers leaving your cunt to prod at the puckered entrance above it, "is which of these cute little holes I should fuck, hmm?"

Just the thought of his substantial girth invading your virgin ass is enough to make the blood rush from your face, your tears resuming anew at the humiliating though. "Mm-mm," you whimper, shaking your head protest as one finger slides past that tight outer ring, and Shigaraki leans over you, letting out a cold chuckle.

"If you have a preference you better speak up," he purrs in your ear. "Ask nicely enough and maybe I'll listen."

Your face is burning with embarrassment, but your fear at the thought of just how badly his girthy cock could wreck you outweighs your sense of shame. "M-my p-pussy," you mumble.

A second finger invades your rear entrance, and you whine at the burning ache that accompanies it. "What's that? I couldn't hear you."

"My pussy," you manage to choke out a little louder. "Fuck my pussy. Please." Your shame has you remembering once again that you and Shigaraki aren't alone, your eyes flicking up to Re-Destro. There's a faint sheen of sweat along his brow and he sits hunched in his chair, pants unbuttoned and one hand tucked into his underwear, jerking himself off with quick strokes. The sight makes your stomach clench.

"Ohhhh," Shigaraki hums. His fingers withdraw, but apparently you haven't been humiliated enough, because the flat of his palm cracks down against your asscheek once, then twice, making you writhe as you try to escape the sting. "I think you can do better than that though," he says. "Why don't you beg for my cock like the good little whore that you are? Tell me how badly you want me to fill you up."

He shoves his fingers roughly back into you, uncomfortably deep and nowhere near slick enough, and you let out a sob. "Please, Shigaraki, fuck my pussy," you cry out, loudly enough that anyone waiting outside the office could certainly hear you. You hope there's no one there, but you can't be sure as you continue to beg for him like he wants. "Stretch out my cunt, fill it up with your cock, please. I need it."

The words are hollow, but they seem to appease him. You can feel his length running along your folds, coating itself with your slick, and then he's aligning himself with your entrance. "Well," he says, still panting in your ear, the flat of one hand stroking along the outside of your thigh, "since you asked so nicely."

He buries himself to the hilt in one single thrust, stretching your cunt painfully wide and bottoming out against your cervix with bruising force. You gasp in pain, gripping more tightly to the edge of the desk as Shigaraki sets a punishing pace, working himself feverishly in and out of your heated core. When he reaches to roll your clit between two fingers again you keen, a strangled moan that's half agony, half pleasure, your cunt fluttering shamefully around his length.

"This is what you wanted, right?" he taunts. "For me to pound your tight little cunt? Fill you up with my cum like the worthless fucktoy you are?"

You can only nod, too overwhelmed to think or speak. The only thing you're aware of is sensation: his cock inside you, the way it brushes against that tender, spongy spot deep inside with each thrust, and the sharp ache of his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you. There are still tears streaming down your face, but even as you cry your traitorous cunt is tightening, a tension building in your abdomen that's threatening to snap as he continues to play with your puffy clit. You're still trying to suppress your moans, your teeth sinking in to your lower lip, but it does little to mute the sounds each thrust brings forth from deep in your throat.

"Is the whore going to cum for me?" he growls, nipping at the back of your neck. "It's okay, I knew you would. Knew you wouldn't be able to resist squirting all over like a needy little slut. Go on then," he says, "cum on my cock."

You're still whimpering, shaking your head no no no because you want desperately to deny the effect his ministrations are having, but when he presses more tightly against your clit, rubbing in frenzied circles, the coil that's been tightening finally snaps. You can feel your inner walls clamping down around him as you keen loudly, your toes curling and back arching, helpless against the involuntary pulses of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," Shigaraki groans, his pace increasing until he's railing you with rhythmless fervor. With one final, rough thrust he slams himself as deep as possible, his cock twitching as he cums nestled against your cervix, staying buried deep inside you until you can feel him starting to soften.

You don't move when he finally withdraws, keeping your head bowed against the desk and sniffling pathetically to yourself. His cum and your juices dribble uncomfortably down your thighs, and you feel Shigaraki dip his fingers into the mess he's made, letting out a single satisfied laugh before moving away from you. There's a faint rustling as he tucks himself back into his pants, and you wait with bated breath until you hear the sound of the office door opening and closing before starting to push yourself up off the desk.

Something stops you from moving, a large hand on the back of your neck preventing your escape and forcing you back down. You whimper, your eyes darting around frantically as as a surge of panic rises in your chest. He was supposed to be gone, you'd thought it was over, you...

Your eyes land on Re-Destro. In the humiliating wake of cumming from Shigaraki's vicious assault, you'd almost forgotten that the two of you weren't alone. But your dark-eyed boss is staring down at you from across the desk, his chest heaving and the sizeable bulge still visible in his pants as he keeps you pinned down against his desk.

You feel a jolt of confusion when his hand continues to press firmly into your neck as he rises, walking around the desk to stand behind you in the spot Shigaraki has only recently abandoned. Horrible understanding dawns, and you start to whimper and trash against him, but strong hands continue to hold you in place.

"I think," Re-Destro says, "I have one more job for you to do before you go."