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Because Heâs Hot
(All characters are 18+)
Jared was never one for sports. Or people in general for that matter. He was a shy introvert among shy introverts. Being gay made things even worse in his small, tight knit community. He was expected to look and act a certain way, but couldnât bring himself to do it. He was a true outcast and wanted nothing more than to be left alone. Being in his senior year of high school, he couldnât wait to move away and never see anyone here again.
Sometimes though, life doesnât give you what you want. As Jared sat outside at the bus stop on his way home, a stranger came up and sat down next to him. Grumbling to himself, Jared turned to look at him.
âDamn,â he thought. âHeâs hot.â
The stranger was everything Jared liked in a guy: tall, athletic (if the shiny gold soccer jersey he had on meant anything), and had a great smile that could light up any room. His smile was so warm and welcoming, Jared almost forget he was going to tell the guy to leave him alone.
âHey there. Nameâs Brody. This bus heading to the soccer field?â
Jared gulped, not remembering how to form words for a second. He normally wasnât one for talking to strangers, but thought he might as well answer him. Brody was hot after all.
âOh. Um. Yeah. It does.â
âGreat. Thanks man. I was supposed to catch a ride with my teammates but had something come up. You going to the field for tryouts?â
Oh thatâs right. Jared remembered the jocks at school mentioning something about that. How some group called the Golden Army was in town holding tryouts to get people to join. There was no way heâd be caught dead around that group though. Right?
âIâm good, thanks. Itâs not really my scene.â
âThatâs alright bro. What is your scene?â
Jared paused and looked away at that. Well he tried to at least. Brodyâs perfect smile was still drawing him in. God, those lips looked so kissable.
âDonât really have oneâŠâ he eventually squeaked out.
âWell, if you want to, weâd love to have you, bro. We could be your scene. You could be a real bro.â
The idea almost made Jared laugh. Him, a bro and a jock? Who knew this handsome man was also funny? Still, a thought creeped into his mind. If he tried out, he could avoid his annoying parents and see this stud even longer.
âMight as well. What do I have to lose?â
Brody clapped Jared on the back. Jared blushed at the contact. âThatâs the spirit bro! I got the perfect thing for you actually.â He reached into his bag and pulled out a golden jersey, shimmering in the sunlight. He held it out to Jared, who took it in his hands. It was so soft, almost melting in his hands.
Was he really about to put on this jersey just because some guy told him to?
Yeah, because heâs hot, Jared thought as he put it on over his hoodie.
He felt a tingle as soon as he put it on. He didnât notice how his hoodie and ripped jeans vanished and turned into a pair of black soccer shorts, leaving him slightly chilly in the crisp fall air. Nor did he notice his skinny arms and legs becoming filled with muscle or his chest becoming two pillow pecs. His shaggy hair become a perfect sporty cut, the color turning from blonde to brown.
He was too busy staring at Brody and his smile. He certainly didnât notice Brodyâs eyes glow bright gold, drawing him in even more.
Jared memories and mannerisms disappeared the more he stared. The quiet, nerdy, outcast of a guy turned into a true social butterfly, hanging out with his bros any chance he got, on or off the field. Even the name Jared felt like a distant memory, being replaced with Jackson, a perfect name for a hot jock.
Brodyâs eyes finally stopped their golden glow, a knowing smile on his face.
âYou ready for tryouts, Jackson?â
âHell yeah, Captain bro! Letâs go!â
Jackson felt so pumped for tryouts and knew with Brody by his side, the two could accomplish anything.
Why? Because theyâre hot!
#golden army#thegoldenteam#golden team#male transformation#soccer tf#jockification#gold#male tf#jock tf#hypnotised#nerd to jock
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dancing with old friends
OKAY, third time's the charm with trying to post this! maybe tumblr's trying to tell me something-
ship: darkstache/damien x wilford (if not outright shown it's heavily implied. also obviously there's wilford x celine, but that's just canon so-)
notes: i originally wrote... a lot for this- i've now tried to post this twice before, so i'm not writing that all again. just be aware that this oneshot is a few years old and so it probably isn't good. i mean i think it's pretty alright, but maybe my taste is shit lol
don't expect me to write other oneshots after posting this, i haven't written stories since i wrote this, so they'd probably all be shit-
The Manor held several rooms that were unknown to many of the egos that lived there; each of them locked away for... reasons. They held old memories that did not want to be resurfaced. And no one questioned it. After all, the request of them never being opened came from both Wilford Warfstache & Darkiplier. Although it was more of an order than a request with Dark, who had pretty much threatened Yandere when he asked why.
There was one room in particular that was locked up. It was a gorgeous ballroom, one that looked like it had come out of a fairy tale. Many dances used to be held there back in the day with various friends. It was once filled with laughter & joy; now it only contained dust & cobwebs.
For whatever reason, Wilford had decided to open the room again. No one else was around to question why. He honestly didn't know himself. He had just been wandering around the manor when he came across the old oak doors. Both him & Dark held a skeleton key that could open any in the house, which The Host was gracious enough to make.
Wiford took his out from under his shirt; he had hung it on a piece of string so he would always have it with him. He took it off from around his neck, inserted it into the lock, & turned the key. A clicking sound echoed slightly down both ends of the hall. The interviewer glanced around to make sure no one else was around before entering the room.
It wasn't as grand as he remembered, but perhaps that was just because everything was covered in dust. There were windows across the opposite wall, which each had red silk curtains draped over them, blocking out any sunlight that could enter. Around the room were white marble columns connecting the ceiling to the floor. Off to the side was a piano, which clearly had not been used in forever.
Wilford walked across the floor, hearing his footsteps echo in the quiet room. Truly Mark, his old friend, had decided to splurge with this room, seeing as it was more castle like than the other rooms. And of course he always insisted his guests move to this room so they could dance at least once during the party.
The interviewer remembered many dances he shared with Celine. The lady could definitely dance, he knew that. Those were truly wonderful nights they shared together.
He hadn't noticed he was starting to cry until he felt a teardrop fall down his cheek. He quickly wiped the tears away & shook the memories from his head. No need for troubling himself with the past like that. Those were happy times. That's all they were. Happy times...
"So, you've finally decided to enter here." Wilford turned around to see the body behind the voice. Dark was standing a few feet away. How he got in so quietly wasn't that big of a concern; Dark always had a flair for mystery.
"Just wanted to relive some old memories, I guess." Wilford chuckled. The demon across from him hummed in response, conveying no emotion. While yes Dark had the memories of both Celine & Damien in him, he never bothered with being so sentimental about them, his focus always landing on taking control of the YouTube channel he was practically adored on.
"If I recall correctly, you & Celine shared many dances in this room." Dark walked closer to the other man.
Wilford nodded his head in response. "Yes, we did. I remember how much fun we had, being the most lively dancers in the whole room. Everyone would clear the floor just to watch us." He chuckled & gave a sad smile. These were memories he had not touched in a long time, & while it was nice to revisit them, it brought a pain in his heart to think of his lost love. And yet he knew, in some crazy & messed up way, she was right next to him, along with his best friend Damien, all wrapped together with some strange... entity in one of his old friend's body.
They were both silent for a bit, just basking in the feeling of being in a room they had both sworn they would never open. And neither man knew why they were even in there.
After some time Wilford saw Dark offer his hand from the corner of his eye. He gave the demon a confused look, questioning what he was suggesting. Dark merely scoffed but kept his hand where it was.
"Dance with me."
The interviewer was a bit taken back by what Dark had asked. He was always extremely reserved, keeping to himself with his emotions in every way possible. He never talked with anyone else, unless it was about something that person was doing. Even Wilford, whom he considered a close colleague, barely knew anything about what went on inside that mind of his. And yet here he was, asking Wilford to dance.
Of course he didn't refuse. Once he fully processed the situation, which took mere seconds to be processed, he took Dark's hand & let himself be led to the middle of the dance floor. This was going to be strange for him; he was always the one to lead the dance, but the demon automatically assumed the lead position & placed a hand on the other man's waist, Wilford placing his free hand on Dark's shoulder. A smirk flashed onto Dark's face, but the interviewer did not know why. That is, until he noticed his cheeks felt a bit hotter than usual, indicating he was blushing. He tried to push it away, but to no avail.
"I do believe that to dance you need music along with it." Wilford suggested a bit quietly. If he had to admit it he did feel a bit nervous about doing this. He didn't know if he would trip up, or if Dark would trip up, or if something happened that would cause this to become a wreck.
"Don't worry, I'll be sure to guide you completely, since it seems you can't dance without the aid of something else." Dark chuckled, causing Wilford to merely roll his eyes at the joke.
"Don't worry, I'll be sure to guide you completely, since it seems you can't dance without the aid of something else." Dark chuckled, causing Wilford to merely roll his eyes at the joke.
"Then let us dance, my friend." With that Dark started to slowly spin with Wilford, stepping in time to invisible music. It was definitely strange, being lead around the room instead of himself leading, & the demon was a bit slower than he was used to, but the interviewer eventually got the rhythm of the dance & stepped in perfect time. After a few moments Wilford started to notice the blue shadow behind Dark glow brighter, almost drowning out the red shadow. Wilford smiled at this, something Dark didn't see with his eyes closed.
'Hello, old friend.' Wilford thought to himself. Dark smiled, a genuine smile, & opened his eyes, which were now a dark brown instead of their usual black & red.
"Hello, William. It's been a while, hasn't it?" William let out a soft chuckle.
"Yes it has. Far too long in my opinion, old friend." Damien gave a small smile, one that held both joy at seeing his friend, & sadness at how they departed, & their current situation. One was trapped in an old friend's body with a demon & a vengeful spirit, the other had slowly but surely lost his mind. This was not how the two men thought they would end up.
The both of them continued to spin in a small circle, William's head resting against Damien's chest. Neither cared if this seemed strange. Or, perhaps, even scandalous. They just needed to feel the comforting warmth of a friend. And it seemed a dance had been needed as well.
#ashton is talking#oneshot#darkstache#markiplier egos#wilford warfstache#darkiplier#oh god this is actually worse than i remember#this is so fucking awful what's with the fancy writing???#wilford doesn't talk fancy when has he ever talked fancy!#at this point i'm only posting this so that the thought of posting it leaves my head#fuck this i'm never writing again#if my writing was bad back then#then after a few years of no writing it HAS to have gotten worse my god-
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Erin, to her crush: You're a dick
Mason, the crush: I won't argue! But to clarify -
#my characters#its so sad that all of erins character development and kindness is on paper and nothing digital to show her growth#she picks on mason for many reasons and she kinda narrows her eyes at him but its more to squint than to glare#because she watches him from a distance when hes off laughing with others#though they are united on peter being worse than mason at least they can agree no matter what peter is worse#but also masons right arm is metal and she thinks its fascinating bc theres so many high tech prosthetics#why is he using the equivalent of a trash can ? is it some weird flex to not needing advanced stuff?#and its just he was from a poor family and was born with one full arm and then a stump#and he lived a lot of his youth with just one arm so once he got a second arm (installed basically) he went cheap#since he only wanted the other arm to get better jobs cause not many people would hire him with one arm#and he never really cared much about her comments because her lil verbal pokes of#so rogers whod you piss off? the mafia? is actually nicer than stuff he heard as a kid without the fake arm#so he tells her the only reason he has a metal limb is because god knew hed be two strong if born with two arms#and shes like uh huh sure thing rogers#and yeeeeah eventually something happens where mason is injured and erin is panicking#and hes acting like its okay to die because hes a dick remember TRYING to make light of it and she gets so sad#and after hes recovering and better he feels guilty making her so sad and hes talking to her#and she says that she doesnt have a lot of friends and she didnt want to lose one of the few people she liked#and hes just oh.......................... ididntthinkthatwouldbeme#so he starts to be super friendly to her and enforcing the crush that she doesnt wanna own up to#and then she does eventually confess and mason is baffled as to since when and shes like day one? and he just#erin you have got to be kidding me you were glaring at me for months#and shes just i have bad eye sight and im shy what did you expect#he isnt super smart or super stupid hes just exceedingly average
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seems like my heart does nothing but break lately
#oh my god dont read the tags. it breaks for everyone :( but on a more personal level#for my gf whos sinking deeper into something n i cant even help bc im a wreck myself but i am so so scared to lose her#still havent even been able to book a psych appointment n i rlly dont know where to go with all these ..em*tions#Guys i rlly dont understand one thing. how come one random freak whos in ur life at some point can derail a whole person like eons later#jeopardise their whole future just by crossing some lines for funz i really dont understand this#not fair not fair at all this is evil#and becasue u got unlucky someone wanted to be disgusting u have to carry the consequences#i rly still cant even say it i still cant even write it#i dont even know how . irl the only perosn i told in some capacity#is dealing with her own trauma and i hate that jsut being understanding is not enoughlike#Wow Lmao Its just Funny How it Shapes You. & U Can Never bury it forever becuz it will always catch up to youđđđđđđ#AND THE PAST CAN NEVER BE ERASED đđđđđđđđ«đ«đ«đ«đ«đȘđȘ#at least my gf has been taking steps to deal with it for.3 yrs and i just never even#LOL i feel like such a coward but the sh*me and the g**lt associated with the Thing..r so overwhelming i cant even admit it#what would i even do at the psych appointment like straight up what am i gonna say Lol#hai iam here to process something i dont actually remember probably becasue i was a child but imnot sure. n id rather#kms than tell u how i know đ. So thats also why my heart breaks. for that little girl who was a ball of shame i guess and no matter#how much i cognitively.like rationally know its not my fault the ball of shame n guilt is still there#n it swallows me every time i vaguely start 2 think about acknowledging the Th*ng#or whatever. And thats just my end of the deal but my gf has it worse genuinely bc she remembers everything n still has to see the freak#n it went on for yrs n her family doesnt know n heres the worst thing hes a beloved family member a sweet boy with struggles of his own#well i hope he walks into traffic for doing what he did to her
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it is not slacking off to write or create it is not slacking off to do things that are fun i am not slacking off or procrastinating right now i'm allowed to do things i enjoy doing for fun including playing games and writing and such
#if i say it enough i will remember it's true#can you guess which aspect of capitalism i'm struggling with today?#it does not help my bones are somehow WORSE than yesterday even after all of the rest i took so that's Super Fun:tm:#so i've got that on in the back of my head#ugh#i... am putting off calling my grandma - i meant to do it last week but i got too in my head about it#and uno reversed myself into forgetting to do it at all until the Worst Times Possible#(generally around Normal Fuckin Meal Times)#i want to call to wish her a belated mother's day and check in re: grandpa but also...#also i don't want to have to do a phone call i don't want to talk to them about anything at all#they stress me out to talk to and it makes me super uncomfortable to be on the phone in general let alone with a Heavy Topic over our heads#like.... i'm comfortable with where i'm at acceptance-wise with Grandpa's whole situation#and i know i am late for a better relationship with the pair of them in general#like i'm not going to repair a relationship that wasn't built to collapse down to this point this is as far as it got built up to#i'm not building more relationship between me and someone who i know is passing soon when they didn't take the opportunity either#like they had just as much chance as me to improve our relationship after i became an adult and they chose to use my mother as#an intermediary which has stunted their connection to me and that's not my fault#i admittedly did not reach out but i was not taught i could safely do that to anyone#because my parents badmouth literally any person they know for one reason or another#i regularly fuck up in conversations with my grandparents because i'll say somethign that is a holdover from my understanding of them#through my parents and it's like. kind of really insulting! and i've been doing it my whole life and i know as soon as i get their reaction#and i can't recover because i don't actually know them at all#so i can't be like ''oh my god i know that's inaccurate i have no idea why i said that'' because i *don't* know until after i've done it#every goddamn time it happened the last time i got a call from them too#like... my bio fam/family of origin is just not good at keeping in touch and i know i'm a product of that#and i know theoretically how to adjust for it but it does require work on the other end of the line too#and unfortunately i know my bio family too well and know they won't do their part#i grew up in the group project everyone hates#and i'm on my way to deciding they can show up to the presentation day without me#i've started a new family project over here with blackjack and hookers
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Feeling like I want to give up again...
#now it's my dad who's deciding to be a jerk towards me because he's mad at my mom#okay that's cool I guess#I haven't been feeling well at all today#I can't even distract myself#my dad's being so dramatic too like it's not my fault he's on a break from work but still doing stuff he could probably get out of doing#but he wants to be away from me and my mom so. I get it#he's never at home even when he's supposedly on a break from his job lol#this is how my mom and I know he's lying about retiring#because he's always putting it off#he was supposed to retire this year but nope#if he doesn't have his job he has no excuse to get out of the house and he hates being around us#Goddddd#he is such a fucking hypocrite#getting mad at me over something he has also done before and then saying it was fine when HE did it because it was 'months ago already'#(dropping something except in his case he actually SHATTERED it lmao)#but yeah... me dropping something without breaking it is WORSE than him dropping and actually breaking it...#wow#amazing logic#then my dad keeps complaining about how we don't care. when he's the one who proves over and over again that he's the one who doesn't care#I forget what they're called but he's the parent type who doesn't get involved in anything#he's never stood up for me and he's watching me rot and hurt myself and he's just like 'oh okay as long as it doesn't involve me idc'#he's not fucking stupid like he can tell there's shit clinically wrong with me but not once has he acted like an actual parent towards me#and yeah I'm an adult now but it's still fucked me up so badly#he is such a fucking coward#and selfish#if he could drop me and my mom somehow I know he would at the drop of the hat#but remember he's a coward so. I know he fucking won't#God this is making my urges get bad again#I'm crying 'cause I'm just so fucking pathetic :')
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Strong world is the nami and luffy twins manifesto written by oda this is my one piece.
You see luffy's finishing attack with his giant hammer being fueled by lightning which is nami's main weapon with her clima tact and she even made the guy steer the islands towards the cyclone so even if the lighting isn't produced by her the lighting is provided by her either way so luffy AND her finished that guy and even luffy attacked after nami announced how he will lose which also means nami knew and trusted luffy to end him after that and of course he did and
Oh my god luffy making nami explain herself about the message he left on the tone dial and being pissed that she didn't trust him to save and protect her but he got so mad and didn't hear the whole message and she asked luffy to save her omg....... she knew after all that they will come and win..... I love this ending I am going to walk into the sea now goodbye.
Why are whitebeard and ace on the ending credits I already cried. Watching aces part again cause he looks so good. Hello alive dead wife
#the animation in this one..... hell yes.....#img little luffy i missed you!!!! robin doesnt look like herself in this one and franky doesnt have his voice đđ what a disrespect in his#first movie appearance....... franky i will avenge you. your fit is hard tho. well his voice could be his va with a cold. its weird#why is brook smoking a blunt ajdhsksj and sanji tease......#the 3d is too good here.... and someone wants nami bc of her abilities instead of like well everything else.... i might accept this#sanji going insane ajdksjsk zoro what are you wearing on your head......#love the duck following nami like well a baby duck... omg i thought if the duck electrifies the animals in the water nami is fried too#and indeed he was i didnt expect it to follow logic ajdhsj nami found luffy of course#why is nami on top of luffy ajdhsjs doesnt she trust the bird to fly or what#THE BARTENDER FROM THE PIRAGE RACE MOVIE IS HERE TOO!!!!#nami getting arlong flashbacks but now worse#kinda love the crew being protective over her and not to fall into stereotypes but it goes off every time.... they got her away form arlong#nami and usopp omg...... nami once again sacrificing herself... suffered more than jesus.... also her bracelet... i didnt know that#luffy is so mad.... he gets so mad when people leave.... (he gets sad but ofc he cant be sad so next best thing)#NAMI GOT SICK FROM THE TREES!!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!#they got changed and everything..... did robin tell them they had to follow the dress code and they all did?? qjsjaka luffys first cape also#luffy that was such a slay. why are they all carrying fire power. he called them a suicide squad... and well a lot of them actually#wasnt expecting this to turn into a mafia movie. surprised luffy knows how to shoot one of those.#nami isnt gonna sacrifice herself luffy said... while she rigs epxlosives in a place she cant move.... luffy she needs an intervention#oh my god. nojiko telling her to have fun.... every time i remember luffy promised gen san to keep her happy i die a little#luffy is gonna get a stroke he is so fucking mad 'nami ill beat this guy and well go back together' ok đ„șđ„ș#sanji understands perverted gorilla đđ#brook got robin instead of sanji.... sick ennies lobby reference bro#also how come franky didnt get his own movie.... like in this one franky AND brook join. confirming my theory that brook doesnt let franky#get confortable in the crew and be with them as the new one for a while bc brook joins immediately after and he doesnt get time to breathe#nami don't cry omg.... she was ready to never see them again omg#i thot nami was gonna electrocute him..... or make him eat the cyclone or smth.... well she said her peace at least#talking tag#watching one piece#watching one piece movies
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Started thinking about the Amanda Waller + Ben Turner relationship again.... fuck, I'm gonna need a minute
#I JUST- SHDIAUDJSHDSHEYEYRYRYRY guys. guys#i know none of you see my vision and thats okay. i will make you see my vision. i will force you to see my vision. i will-#like jesus fucking christ oh my god. its so interesting and gives me so many emotions and just!!!#i know im not making sense bc none of my moots are sui sq fans and also like half of the content fucking me up specifically here is in my#head because i cant stop thinking about my absolute power fix it au but like!!!!!!!#also the fact i have a fix it for a comic that isnt out yet is so funny to me. its literally fucking real though. god knows we need it#may my own content carry me through the dark times (extreme villain waller arc)#anyways this fucks me up so bad you dont even know. someday ill actually explain it#dc hire me to write a suicide squad ongoing PLEASE. i could do it so good it would be so fucking good dc PLEASE đđđđđđ#also like this isnt me shipping them btw. like 110% not that. just to clarify.#i wouldnt even call it a friendship bc like. theyre not friends really. he has the most equal dynamic with her i would say but it still isnt#equal. shes v much his boss even though they have an understanding and respect there#like she believes and trusts in him much more than anybody really even himself. like she sees the good man and the leader even when he#doesnt. but she isnt nice about it. and there is a lot of conflict between them when there needs to be#like as much as ben is âwallers manâ--the team leader she wanted from the beginning before rick flagg pushed his way in#ben i would say is still a very moral person even when lost and unsure of himself and his goodness (which is like one of his main things)#like i feel like while amanda can lean very into a âthe ends justify the meansâ mindset in her worse moments and do bad things to get#herself out of a corner ben has like a deep and meaningful understanding of how the choices of your methods and how you act can weigh on you#like even though he was brainwashed and whatnot (thats still the story right? i cant remember) he holds a lot of guilt and baggage over his#actions and i think is able to temper amanda's worse tendencies in terms of that by calling her out when he recognizes that behavior#idk. i just really think that amanda waller and the suicide squad as a whole has lost its way without a more moral authority presence there.#like someone who can call her out and keep them more on track. which i really thing ben is and could be#i just very much am interested in their dynamic and how that would look like as equals and how i think they could help each other.#which ofc is what my wip is about and revolves around#blah#sui sq
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⊠there are 2 testament centric chapters id love to scan even just for my own enjoyment but the thought of taking these books apart makes me sad. Maybe if i just. Squish it down hard enough itll look okay. I just want to have new testament images
#as far as i can tell theyre both really sweet ;-;#1 is genuinely just. testament epic depression. dizzy is trying to get them to take better care of themself (they arent eating?)#+ stop isolating themself but they dont think they deserve it. saying its punishment for their sins#and well eventually johnny is like actually i think making dizzy sad is a worse sin than killing people#and testament is like. oh god oh fuck. youre right.#so they say theyll come and visit more :)#the other is more lighthearted KIND OF#testament keeps popping up in weird placs on the ship to watch over dizzy#and johnny is like. hey you can leave she doesnt need you anymore its okay#and they fuck off. and johnny is like hm maybe i shouldnt have said that i feel kinda bad. i cant stop thinking about them#and then no exaggeration hes like oh jeez its been a while since testament showed up. what if they killed themself. DONT SAY THAT?#but its okay cuz then testament shows up and they have a puppy dog. theyve taken up rescuing animals (i think) . theyre happy about it#and the last panel is them surrounded by animals. i think they filled the ship with animals.#acknowledgement that they like animals⊠kliff says that about them in missing link. its not in the english version tho.#or maybe he says they like nature? i dont remember exactly. but close enough animals are in nature. its okay#I DIDNT MEAN TO TYPE THAT MUCH SORRY. to the small percentage of my followers who care about testament enough to read this. hope u enjoyed#MORE STUFF HAPPENS in these chapters im summarizing. poorly. also my understanding is based on google translate lol but i get the gist#the kat goes meow
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Bro I just saw a post talking about 2018 having incest in it and I almost freaked out until I saw they meant the concept artists.
Yeah those guys are disgusting freaks but the SHOW doesnt have that yknow?
And in that same BREATH they said that was why 2012 was better because it has no incest.
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*AHEM*
BABYGIRL. THIS YOU????
Its not even just freaky background artists. THIS IS A PLOT LINE. HOW DID YOU FORGET ABOUT THIS.
You niggas will just say anything huh.
#rise of the tmnt#tmnt 2012#teenage mutant ninja turtles#No hate to 2012 fans#Just like#I remember seeing this as a kid and being like.#.....#aint she your sister or something#and then she gets mutated and they like immediately kill her.#tmnt#crypt.txt#incest subplots#tcest dni#this is about you#derogatory#like...this is worse than 2018 apriltello cause that is just ignorance/poor media literacy and a want to ship#THAT IS THERE ACTUAL BLOOD RELATED SISTER#hop of my dick oh my god#Turtlecest dni#<<<<Freaks
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What are we going to do. Itâs so much worse than we realize. I donât think the average person, including myself, understands the extent of what weâve done to this planet and all itâs inhabitants. Iâm trying so hard not to lose hope but I just donât see a light at the end of this tunnel.
Iâm not saying that those working in conservation and sustainability, those actively working to change policies that effect the environment, those living as close to a low-waste lifestyle as they can with their position in this stupid, broken system arenât making a difference and should give up. Itâs imperative that we do not give up.
But I also fear that, this is such a widespread, deeply interconnected global crisis, that we as a species collectively will be not able to create the kind of unanimous upheaval needed to save the planet. The climate crisis is here and I donât think anyone truly recognizes the complete extent of our impact on this plant as a species.
We are all lacking in ability to see this, as we cannot access that perspective. I believe that our planet and all its beings are suffering more than we can possibly comprehend or understand. We are all animals of this earth, despite our species-wide insistence that nature is somehow separate, is the Other. I think the true and full reality of what the planet as a whole is facing is a macrocosm we do not have the ability to comprehend.
We as a species are not omnipotent despite our science and knowledge and creativity and as the weird fucking animals we are, we simply do not have the capacity to recognize our situation in its full reality. We simply cannot. I donât think our evolved brains and bodies are capable of fixing this.
And that scares me. I donât know what we are going to do. Genuinely. What the fuck are we going to do.
There are so many beings that are suffering right now, humans and animals and plant-life alike. I donât know how to hold all this grief. Where do you put it when it eclipses all you see and think and feel? We are losing so many lives every single day. We are losing precious species and ecosystems that we arenât aware of. The few precious wild spaces and habitats are being destroyed every single day. We are losing human lives in more ways than we can comprehend. There is so much suffering and loss and pain and it is absolutely immense.
What the fuck are we going to do
#climate catastrophe#sorry guys the dread is creeping in tonight#do you ever have that moment of clarity where all of this day-to-day BS melts away#and you actually remember what all of this is meant to dristeact us from?#what are we going to do?#itâs delusional to think we can completely fix this considering the way human life as a whole species is built#we are intrinsically living in harmful ways#good god I hate this#I am so angry#I am so sad#I am so full of unbridled rage and grief and helplessness#because I am one single human being#and even if I do every single thing in my power to change the course#itâs not going to be enough#itâs so much worse than anyone truly understands and it just keeps getting worse#I hate the fact that I have to wake up tomorrow and go to work and pay bills#and somehow pretend that this isnât actually happening?#oh this grief#I have no where to put it unless I bury it#how do you hold the grief for the earth? for the plants and animals and insects and birds and marine life and humans?#how do you hold the grief without completely collapsing
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The most validating thing about having a brother in law is sometimes Iâll make a comment about my parents being kinda horrible and heâll just be like "DUDE FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT IVE BEEN THINKING THIS THE WHOLE TIME BUT DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ADDRESS IT"
#the klock keeps ticking#like i remember about 2 years ago when it really clicked with me that my parents were worse than i let myself believe#i had like covid and so to be safe i completely isolated myself in my room and only came out when no one was around#or with a mask on just to get food or use the bathroom that was it#and like when i had mostly recovered i stopped isolating and i looked around and noticed huh the house is kinda a hot mess#and i realized it was because i was the one who kept up with like basic cleaning and making sure things were in order#so like a little bit later i was in the car with my sister and brother in law and i was talking about this#and i was like âi think ive realized our parents are kinda unable to take care of themselves without me doing it for themâ#and my BIL was like IM SO GLAD YOU FINALLY NOTICED THIS HAS BEEN DRIVING ME CRAZY FOR YEARS#which was just so validating i was like okay so im not just being an ass like this is an actual problem#and idk a more recent thing that maybe uh. made me a little bit emotional was we were basically at a cool place where you can climb shit#and he was just kinda there helping me when it seemed i was gonna lose balance to make sure i didnt get hurt#as well as my sister too and i was like oh god is this was like. basic affection feels like???#is this what it feels like to have someone care like actually kinda give a fuck about your safety and well being???#so yeah i maybe am still not okay with that and still dont know how to feel anymore đ#so i guess even though hes stinky and i like to bully him I GUESS hes actually a pretty cool guy and he does make my sister happy and he#treats her with respect and hes very good with their cat so yeah maybe i actually really appreciate him and care more about him#than i do my parents and most people in my family#but i cant say that cuz then itll like. go straight to his head đ„ș#and he still wont play pokepark 2 with me even though he PROMISED its been like 4 years since he said that and WE STILL HAVENT PLAYED IT đșđșđș
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i just watched panther chan's performance of sahÄ w jeremy and my god i love her vocals. like jeremy isn't a bad singer or anything and obviously it's her song so ofc she's got an amazing grasp on it but. her power. her range. the contrast in their voices. she sounds so good aughhh
#i would say she is on a totally different level than jeremy here but im not familiar enough w him to say that this is representative of him#(but im also a known m*rror hater so <3)#they speak!#music#edit: i decided to listen to some jeremy solo stuff and have decided i hate it and yes it is 100% my basis against m*rror talking#whyyy do they have a song named sheesh why is it still somehow more bearable than the mess that was warrior#oh my god i just remembered i have a m*rror guy as the cover pic on my (dead) canto media sideblog...#yaoi cocaine rlly changes u for the worse. but i'm a better person now. im going to abolish him immediately.#anyways that was a sidetrack ummm jeremy's äč is actually good. credit where it's due. and i liked 1 of the 5 live performances i watched.#he can dance i think idk shit abt dancing i just care abt singing and his singing does not do it for me.#everyone should stan panther chan instead. gonna listen the Honesty for the 600th time this month.
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Look upon this wretched thing and weep.
#one piece#this has been on my phone since 2018. to my horror#its actually worse than i remember in full oh god#what is that scar??? what#the disproportional shoulder-to-body ratio. the arms. the legs. this is horror
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You get drunk and don't remember giving them a hickey. So you get mad at them.
Oh, anon! I love love love this prompt. Even though the prompt itself is fairly straightforward, there is some wiggle room about how this could play out. I stuck to the prompt but did my best to keep them on the shorter side.
Some of these get spicy but don't fall into graphic detail.
Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, arguing, sexual tension, kissing, alcohol
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John Price
âThese reports are shit, Price. What am I supposed to do with them?â
Youâre trying your best not to sound irritated, but your head is pounding. You agreed to go out for drinks but told yourself you wouldnât have more than one or two. That went completely out the door when multiple people began paying for rounds. After the fourth, the night started to come blurry. Not all the pieces are there.
Of what you can recall from last night, you remember that you sat in a manâs lap. Wellâsat isnât the correct word. More like straddled. You remember strong arms, an accent, and an excitement in what you were doing. But the face is still foggy.
âWhat you always do,â replies Price. Thereâs a tease in his tone you donât particularly like. Itâs too friendly, and it stirs something fierce inside your belly.
Price shifts in his chair behind his desk, the collar of his jacket flops open slightly. You catch a hint of something dark on the side of Priceâs neck. You frown, your rebuttal gone.
âWhat is that?â You nod toward his throat.
Price leans back. âWhat?â he asks. âThis?â He reaches up, pulling back on the collar.
Itâs aâŠoh fuck.
âYou were happy to give it to me.â Price shrugs.
Fuck.
âOh my god,â you whisper, tossing the manila file folder on Priceâs desk.
The man you straddled last night was Price? The man who is always fucking up reports and ignoring all your suggestions for corrections? That one?
âYou looked good doing it, too,â he continues, that teasing smile falling into a comfortability of a lover.
No. No no no.
You place your hands on your hips. âAnd you let me do that?â
Price shrugs. âWeâre consenting adults.â
âI was drunk.â
Price crosses his arms over his chest. âWe were both drunk. And youâre the one who pounced on me.â
Embarrassment rises hot and wild in your cheeks. âI wouldnât do that.â
âYou did,â he confirms, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he smirks. âAmbushed me actually.â
âThen why didnât you stop me?â Your voice cracks, going a bit high.
âI tried.â
Thatâs almost worse. You jumped him and then sucked on his neck until it left a mark. What an absolute fucking mess.
You roll your eyes. âYou tried? A big strong man like you couldnât stop me?â
This time Price is the one rolling his eyes. He makes an irritated groan. Price pushes up from his chair, one hand waving out in front of him as he speaks. âYou said youâd been thinking about me.â
Itâs not entirely untrue. While you attend the clerical side of things, you do make excuses to come see Price. Heâs older. Handsome. Assertive. His reports arenât always shit but itâs the only reason you have to bother him.
âI didnât mean it,â you reply but even you donât believe it.
Price comes around the desk and steps into your space. âReally?â
You square your shoulders, staring into Priceâs face. âReally.â
He shakes his head, clearly not believing you at all. âAs I recall, you were in my lap. Practically begging.â
âAnd you allowed that? In front of everyone?â Even Price couldnât be that careless.
This time, Price smiles like he knows something you donât. âYou donât remember.â
âWhat?â you ask, flustered.
Price starts laughing, but itâs not mocking, more like he canât believe what heâs hearing.
âJohn,â you snap.
Price sinks down into his chair, legs spread wide. âI think I liked it better when you said my name while seated in my lap.â
Your fingers dig into the top of Priceâs desk. Pieces begin to return. Fragments of you squirming in his lap. Lips pressed against his.
âHow did you say it?â he ponders, almost aloud rather than to you. Then, he smiles, not even answering his own question.
Price rests his palm on his thigh and your gaze drops to its subtle movement before returning to his face.
âThink Iâd like a matching one,â he says. He runs his hand down his thigh and then back up. âOr I could give you one just like it.â
âJohn,â you murmur, not knowing what it is you want to say.
âDoesnât have to be on your neck,â and his voice is nearly a growl. Price lightly squeezes his thigh and you know exactly where heâs referring to. âBe easier if you sit on the desk.â
You snatch up the folder on Priceâs desk, clutching it like a shield against your chest. Price doesnât even blink. Doesnât appear fazed at all. Stomping over you shove it against his chest, intending to walk right out the door.
But Price is quick.
With one hand heâs clutching the file and with the other he grabs your wrist before you manage to move away.
âRemove your hand,â you say but there is no venom in it.
Priceâs gaze lingers on your lips before shifting up to meet your eyes. âCome back when you know what you want.â
Price releases you, and you nearly stumble forward into his lap. Catching yourself on the edge of his desk, you spin on your heel, exiting Priceâs office as the final fragments of memory fall into place.
You donât want to admit it.
Not out loud. Not yet.
But you will be back.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Itâs unbelievable. Unfathomable.
Youâre not angry with Kyle. Youâre upset with yourself. Youâre upset that you were so careless about how many drinks you had, and how you couldnât control yourself in the moment. Kyle is not a liar, and he doesnât take advantage, so whatever you did, is on you.
âIâm sorry,â you say, swallowing down some of the rising irritation. âItâs my fault.â
Kyle shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face. âNot like I pushed you away.â
âThat doesnât matter,â you insist, flinging your arms out in exasperation, nearly knocking over bottles of cleaner.
âFucking hell,â he mutters, catching one of them before it hits the floor.
This little storage room isnât big enough for this. You need space. You need to run far away from here and pretend like last night didnât happen. Not that you can remember all of it. You donât recall giving Kyle that mark on his neck.
âIt does matter. We both had too much but I still had more of my head than you did.â Kyle places the bottle of cleaner back on the shelf. âI shouldâve done better.â
âWeâre coworkers, Kyle. And I had no right. We arenât together.â
Kyle smirks and you want to smack it right off his face. âWe could be,â he murmurs, taking a step forward.
âAbsolutely not,â you retort but you donât retreat.
Kyleâs smirk faulters a bit but he doesnât shrink away. If anything, he looks more determined, like the rejection is a farce.
âYou remember anything you said to me last night?â
You lick your lips and cross your arms defensively over your chest. âEven if I did, does it change anything?â
Kyle sighs and runs his hand over the top of his head. âIt does for me.â
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you consider your options. Kyle is a sweet man, at least to you. Everyone always comments on it to you when he isnât around, and youâve always dismissed their observations.
Maybe he does care, and you doing this tipped him over the edge into a place neither of you might be able to come back from.
âI need some fucking air,â you mutter, wanting to escape this situation, even for a bit.
Kyle shoves forward, blocking the door. Your lips move, forming the shapes of words, but Kyle shakes his head, all seriousness.
âWe need to talk about this.â
âWe donât need to talk about anything,â you snap.
Kyleâs eyebrows rise toward his hairline and his head tips slightly to the side, revealing more of the mark. âEveryone knows what happened.â
âWhat?â you breathe.
âWe werenât alone when you straddled me.â Youâre too stunned to speak. All the words you want to say are gone. Lost to the void that is your mind.
Kyle sighs and leans against the door. âSoap got a great view.â
âStop talking. Justâstop.â Your throw up your hands and Kyle does as you ask. âYou are going to move out of my way. I am going to leave. And we wonât talk about this again.â
Kyle only stares, the silence stretching.
When you think he wonât give in, Kyle shifts to his left, leaving the door completely clear. Without taking a second to reconsider, you push open the the door, nearly running over Soap in the process.
He stumbles backward, cheeks bright red. Ghost is next to him, arms crossed, staring at the wall like he isnât there at all.
Soapâs brief fluster turns into a wide, knowing grin. âGaz give you a matching one?â he teases.
Ghost makes a noise that sounds like a snort.
âBoth of you can fuck off.â
Simon "Ghost" Riley
âGhost.â
âWhat?â he grunts, side-eyeing you before returning his attention back to the tablet in his hand. He absently rubs at his neck for the third time in the last few minutes.
You frown. âAre you injured?â
âWhy would you think that?â he asks, tapping at something on the screen.
âYou keep rubbing your neck.â
Ghost pauses, his finger hovering just above the screen as he turns slightly in your direction.
Youâre not trying to be pushy or nosy. Ghosts hates that. But thereâs something wrong, and you care enough to ask him about it.
âYou know whatâs on my neck,â he replies cooly.
âNo. I donât.â A swirling fracture of unease blooms in your belly. It curls outward to claw up your throat. âWhat are you talking about?â
Ghostâs hand holding the tablet drops to his side. With one gloved hand, he reaches up, tugging the neckline of his jacket down enough to reveal a portion of his throat. The mask he always wears is in the way, but you reach out with a tentative hand, brushing the fabric upward to reveal a mouth-shaped bruise.
You drop your hand and take a step back. âWhy would I know anything about that?â
âYou gave it to me,â he says, matter of fact.
Sure, you had a few drinks last night, but did you really have that many? Enough that you canât recall giving Ghost a goddamn hickey.
âYouâre mistaken.â
âNever wrong, love.â Ghost locks the tablet and places it on the table next to him. âEspecially about a woman sitting in my lap.â
âDonât,â you say sharply. âDonât say that.â
âItâs true.â
âItâs not.â
He crosses his arms over his chest, hips adjusting slightly as he pivots to glare down at you. âTry again.â
A deep rush of embarrassment floods your system, curling up your neck to heat your cheeks. âI wouldnât.â
âYou did,â insists Ghost. You glance down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. Perhaps you had one too many. Sometimes you can hold your alcohol but clearly not. At least not last night.
You clear your throat. âIâm sorry.â An apology is best. You have no idea how Ghost feels about you, but you are irritated that he didnât try to stop the whole thing in the first place.
Ghost is silent a long moment. âIâm not.â Your head snaps up, but Ghost isnât done. âI liked it. And you enjoyed giving it to me.â
You need the pieces to fall back into place. You need to remember. Because right now, youâre just confused, and Ghostâs behavior is entirely different from his usual demeanor.
âYou donât know that.â
Ghost shrugs. âI do.â
His certainty is confusing. Ghost is not a liar. He is always truthful, always to the point, even if his bluntness comes across as rude. And thatâs what so frustrating about it all because you know that Ghost is right. You probably did like it, probably begged and writhed in his lap. Ghost wouldnât lie about something like that, but he would tease you. Might even hold it over your head.
âThis conversation is over.â You step around him to grab the tablet, but Ghost is quick like a viper, his large hand encasing your wrist.
âDo you remember?â
No. I donât.
âIt doesnât matter.â You try to tug your wrist out of his grasp, but Ghost holds firm.
âWhen youâre ready. Find me.â He leans forward, masked face nearly touching the side of your cheek. âWeâll recreate it.â
Then his hand is gone, and Ghost is pulling away, presenting the tablet to you like he didnât say anything at all.
John "Soap" MacTavish
âWhat the fuck is that?â
Soapâs brilliant smile turns in your direction. He sits on the seat of a bench press, elbows resting on knees, sweat dripping from his brow. Soap is shirtless and a white towel is draped over the back of his neck.
Reaching up with the edge of the towel, Soap wipes away some of the sweat on his face. âWhat are you on about?â He adjusts his stance, his large palm pressing into his knee as he leans on an elbow.
The small gym isnât crowded but there are people here. Some of them turn and glance in your direction but otherwise keep to their business. Ghost and Gaz are over by the boxing ring observing a few new recruits who slug it out for bragging rights.
Is Soap so aloof? Does he not see the massive mark on the side of his neck? And who gave it to him? A group of you went out for drinks but you donât recall who might have given it to him or when.
You step closer, lowering your voice. âYour neck, Johnny.â
That gorgeous smile of his widens and he chuckles. âDid you forget?â
Did you forget? Forget what? Are you part of this?
You swallow, the salvia nearly sticking in your throat as you try to calm your thudding heart. âWhat do you mean?â
Soap leans back a bit, observing you. âYou gave this to me.â His voice is too loud, and you glance over your shoulder to make sure no oneâs heard. Everyone appears to be preoccupied with the recruits in the ring.
âI didnât,â you insist, turning back to him. âIâd remember.â
Soap guffaws and removes the towel from around his neck. âTook a seat right here.â He indicates the spot by tapping his left thigh.
âDid weâŠâ you begin, and then trail off.
âDid we what?â he prompts, clearly enjoying this.
You bend forward, lowering your voice until itâs a hiss. âYou know exactly what Iâm talking about.â
Soap smirks, and then rises to his full height. âPromise I was a perfect gentleman.â He matches your movement, leaning in so that your faces are close. âBut you? You were no lady.â
You inhale sharply, and Soap pushes right past you, heading for the showers.
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All For One
TW: nsfw, noncon, yandere, captive reader, mind deterioration
fem reader
All For One has a habit of subjugating you for his own pleasure.Â
Itâs a game he likes to playâquite like chess, only⊠you start off with a single pawn, and you donât know any of the rules. And heâs been world champion ten years in a row. And he plays dirty.
Tonight, heâs dressed you up in a costume. Not any old Halloween costume, but a slutty one. Not a playboy bunny or a maid, nor a schoolgirlâthis was worseâa sleazy rendition of your old hero uniform.
Youâd barely recognized the faintly familiar design when he first laid it out on the bed for you. Silly and naĂŻve, you thought his games of derision would end when you finally offered your submission, but that was a foolâs thought. What fun were you if not proof of his undying victoryâa reminder, a trophy, a relic?
Itâs beyond degrading. Tight and revealing. Less than an actual costume, it was more something one would wear in the bedroom, cosplaying for some fantasy starring an overly sexualized you. Only God knows where heâd gotten it from.
Your steel armor, once with the dignity of a knight, had instead been swapped out for a silly silver bikiniâthe shimmery fabric tacky and cheap, allowing your nipples to peak forth. Covering it was a top and a skirt made up of silver chains, which only further mocked the appearance of chainmailâlooking more like the jewelry a stripper might wear.
Heâd forgone your helmet, boots, and sword entirely. Truly, if it werenât for the detailing of the pattern making the fabric vaguely resemble plated armor, it wouldnât have been much different from any other set of lingerie.
And still, itâs just similar enough to make it sting.
âLook at you...â he jeers, his voice sodden with tauntâcarmine stare faded and gleeful, thoroughly enjoying it. âWhat a sight for sore eyes.â
He stands behind you in the mirror, holding you delicately by the hips, intimately close, dressed in another one of his black suits, fully clothed in devastating contrast to you. His smile curls as he roams your ill-covered body, kissed with the flush of chagrin, leering at you in the reflectionâhis voice slithering right by your ear.
âThough I canât say I remember it being quite so revealing, can you?â he jokes, running his hands up and down your waist, fiddling some with the intricaciesâmetal daintily clinking and clangoring. âNo, thereâs something else thatâs different...â
You feel so humiliated, so smallâas if he could hold you up by the scruff of your neck with ease. It isnât just a feelingâyouâre well aware that he most likely could.
âWhy yes, of courseâŠâ he hums with delayed realizationâyou know heâs faking for anticipation, chittering while wrapping his thick arms around your tiny midsection, giving you a firm squeeze. âYouâve lost all muscle.â
Itâs a painful truth. You donât know how many months itâs been. Perhaps a year has passed already, maybe even more. He keeps you well aware of his triumph in the outside world, but time still eludes you.
Youâd tried maintaining it in the beginning, even after heâd taken your quirk. Youâd been vigilant, keeping up your workout regimens just as religiously as before. But you couldnât pick what you ate, nor whenâand heâd only feed you cake. It wasnât long before all your hard-earned muscles had melted away like popsicle syrup off the stick, licked and lapped right up by the man holding you.
âMmh, yesâŠâ he murmurs gratingly while swaying you back against him, lips pressing against your ear. âAnd itâs left you oh-so-soft.â
His bulbous crotch slots against your upper ass, resting there as it grows fatter and warmâa sign of his enjoyment. The weight of him makes you feel all but paper-thin.
His voice rasps now. âIf I were to give you your quirk back, I wager you wouldnât even be able to use it anymoreâit would sooner rip your poor limbs apart.â
Itâs beyond cruel to suggestâas if disgracing your old costume wasnât enough torment already. You bite your lip, gnaw it harshlyâdonât cry, donât cry, donât let him see you cry.
âIsnât that just fascinating?â He gives your earlobe a gentle bite, and the whimper in your throat springs free like prey out of hiding.
A sniffle shortly followedâalong the dribble of the nightâs very first tears. Your diminished spirit has made you all too prone to cry as if thereâs nothing else for you to do but indulge in the small comfort it gives.
âOh, sweetieâdonât weep over prowess long since lost. It was never enough to challenge me anyway,â he coos, as if consoling youâswaying your smaller brittle body back against his looming chest, a cage that seemed to swallow you whole.
Steering your jaw, he holds your face still before the mirror, unable to look away as the tears dribble down your sorry cheeksâhe smears them further with a kiss.
âThe world would chew you up as you are now, fragile like glass.â The grin curling his lips makes you resemble prey caught on a predatorâs teethâyou canât help but shiver at the sight of it. You wish he wouldnât toy with you like food and just kill you already. âMark my words, heroâthe belly of the beast would not grant you as much comfort as I do.â
His other hand slips down to cup your moundâfirmly, with a squeeze that has you curl yourself back against him as he presses two tough fingerpads into your clothed clit, rubbing it tightly enough to make your thighs shake.
âYouâre better off like this,â he grunts, snickers at how your weak hands clutch the sleeve of his suit, curling the fabric in your palms until your knuckles whitenâwatching the furrow further crease between your cinched brows as you try and bite back your pathetic little sounds even as more tears come tumbling down your swollen cheeks. âMh, my pretty plaything.â
He makes you continue to look at yourself as he simply slides the panty to the side of your cunt. Encouraging you to place your hands flat against the mirror as he bends you forward, then to step back and stand atop his dress shoes.
âDonât be shy now,â he makes sure to tell you. âYouâre as light and negligible as a feather.â
He parts his feet and yours along with them, spreading your thighs enough to accommodate the fat heat he soon slides between them. Rigid and veiny, it competes with the size of your forearmâso thick that when he slaps it up against your slit, your knees buckle from the impact.
His chuckles rumble across your body like an earthquake. You only realize how much it makes you shake when he encloses your hip in his big hand, steadying you. Holding you still as he drags his engorged cockhead through your lips, catching your clit before resting on your entrance.
Youâre so sore from prior nightsâcountless hours locked in this room with his visits the only thing keeping you companyâeverything has yet to forgive you for the wreckage those visits leave behind. Your sorry little puss rues and dreads another defeat now as he sinks inside the comfort of your battered walls, one unyielding inch at a time.Â
You wince and tense, shoulders bracing, and yet he pushes deeper, sliding you down his shaft until you rest at the hilt of his base, kneading the tip into your gummy womb, giving it a deep kiss that bulges out from your poor belly.
The sight in the mirror is morbid, even more so than the feelingâthe way he molds your insides to fit him, to cater and house his length and size.Â
âAhâjust perfect, isnât it, hero?â he purrs, chest resting heavily upon your spine while dwarfing both your hips in a firm grip, chin-stubble scraping along your neck as his voice comes out hot against your ear, âObedience suits you so well, donât you agree?â
Your knees buckle once he starts the heavy paceâslowly pounding into you from behind, dragging out and pushing deep in womb-robbing thrusts. You pant from the toll of it, feeling your muscles giveâtoo tired and too broken to continue acting tough. Heâs the only reason youâre left upright on your feetâkeeping you standing with just his hold on your haunches. It seems like nothing to him, though it feels like the weight of the world to you.
âItâs only a shame it had to come with all these scars.â He clicks his tongue, eyes raking across your body as it takes him, resting on each mark disrupting the otherwise milk-smooth skin. âIf only youâd accepted your place sooner.â
The ember burning within you is all but a piece of cooling charcoal now. You feel it diminish every day, leaving you even thinner than before.
âBut then again, I quite enjoy you like thisâlittered with my battle scars from your toes up to your crown. Itâs rather intimate, isnât it?â he hums with a smile. âProof of all the times I couldâve quashed you beneath my foot like a pitiful bug but decided to spare you. Teach you how to worship like the weak ought to.â
There was a time when you still humored the thought of killing him, even with your quirk taken from you. You thought, in your foolishness, that being this close to him must garner an opportunity, any, however slim, just enough for you to take advantage and finish what you vowed to end so long ago.
Now, you almost donât care anymore. The world had moved on without you, and there was nothing more you could do about it.
You realize your promise had been as cheap as this outfit.
âThe greater the fall, the sweeter the surrender, isnât that right?â he states. âDoesnât it feel good to finally accept your place in the world, hero?â
You can only nod your head and agree.
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