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fuck it. the character is clay puppington from moral orel. the whole show is free on youtube. if you get into the show you’ll find the artist on tumblr eventually

Interesting. Does it remind you of the way I interpret certain people?

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you remind me of how a certain character i know gets interpreted by a specific artist. sadly it’s a cartoon puppet character but at least it isn’t totally tonally off-base

Hmmmm 🤔

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Late Night // Clavicular x K Shami

Warnings: smut

Kay felt Braden’s hand tighten around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue explored the inside of his mouth. “Oh God… what the fuck are we doing…” Braden moans between kisses, his other hand planted firmly against the wall of the bathroom.

Just moments ago, the pair of boys had been filming a Tiktok video, both of them had alcohol flowing through their systems, and it was late at night. After they’d finished recording, Kay stated that he needed to use the bathroom before they left, and everything was a blur from there. Braden was feeling needy tonight, he’d been cycling tren for a bit now, and his sex drive had shot up an unbelievable amount.

“Don’t stop…” Kay whines quietly, biting on his friend’s lower lip before grinding his hips up against the taller male’s. Both of them were already rock solid, the makeout session in addition to being drunk; Kay was a really needy guy, this wasn’t a side of himself he thought he’d be showing to Braden tonight.

Braden’s hand trailed down from Kay’s neck to his crotch, grasping his clothed hard on before he slipped his fingers into his belt and began to undo it. The air was heavy with desperation and a musky scent. Sweat beads began to form on both boy’s heads, the humid air making them want to rip off their clothes.

Kay’s fingers worked quickly to unzip his pants, pulling them down and kicking them to the side, barely thinking about the filth on the bathroom floor. Braden did the same for himself, leaving both of them bare from the waist down.

Neither of them had done this before, it wasn’t something that’d ever crossed Braden’s mind, he wasn’t gay. He kept telling himself that, he knew this was wrong, he knew it’d change everything, but he needed this.

Braden grasped Kay’s waist with his muscular hands and began to rub his member against the other boy’s. A low groan escaped Kay’s mouth, a few of his hairs falling messily into his reddened face. ‘This feel good?’ Braden wanted to ask, but he already knew the answer, he didn’t need to ask Kay if he could do this, both of them were filled with an unspoken desperation in this gas station bathroom where anything went.

The scent of whatever cologne Kay was wearing drove Braden wild. He could smell it whenever his face got close to his clothes, it made him want to fuck. It felt primal, an urge that Braden had never felt towards another man, and why Kay? There was something about those eyes, something about the way he talked whenever they filmed together that made him crave his body.

“Fuck, I can’t take it…” Braden finally grumbles, pulling himself away a bit. Kay looked at him disappointedly, leaving his cock red and throbbing, begging for attention. Braden’s expression was that of being flustered and desperate. “I wanna try something… bend over the sink.” He says to Kay.

That made Kay feel a mixture of emotions, he had a feeling he knew what this meant, and that sent a shiver down his spine. He’d never been…. touched like that before. He complied, slightly trembling as he walked over to the sink and bent over it, grabbing the side of it with his hands.

He could feel Braden’s presence as he walked over to him, his ass on display. Kay’s gaze traveled up into the mirror, riddled with graffiti and cracked. He could see his friend’s reflection as he crept up behind him, placing each one of his hands on Kay’s asscheeks.

Braden stared at himself in the mirror. What the hell was he doing? This wasn’t him, this was wrong. Nobody could know about this, it would ruin them. “And this stays between us, Kay. It has to.” He utters, sliding one of his hands down to his asshole, probing the rim of it with his finger.

Kay gasped a bit as he felt the finger slide inside of him, it wasn’t what he’d expected. The sensation made him feel vulnerable, maybe even violated. Braden brought his finger back out stroked his cock a few times, the head leaking pre cum. Kay’s body tensed up as he felt the tip press against his hole. “H-hang on, be gentle.” He stammers.

Kay couldn’t watch himself in the mirror anymore, it was too much for him to handle. Braden slowly began to slip his throbbing, veiny cock inside of the older boy, watching his tight virgin asshole greedily swallow his length inch by inch. Instinctively, Kay clenched his cheeks, which made Braden squeeze one of them.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sink, clenching his jaw. It hurt, oh fuck, it hurt… But then, as his entire length was inside of him, he felt a jolt of arousal shoot through him. Kay couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped his lips. His cheeks turned red in embarrassment, realizing he was getting fucked by one of his friends right now. A male. He wasn’t gay, he wasn’t supposed to be into another man. Why did it feel so good, then?

The pleasure Braden felt was unlike something he’d felt with a woman before. No, this was different. He was used to some one night stands, but this was someone he knew. Someone he maybe even loved. He felt like a predator, he could conquer anything, he was the alpha. But only between the two of them. Shit, if this got out, he’d be ruined, everything he’d worked for.

Kay’s hard cock pressed up against the cold sink, causing him to shiver. “Kay~” Braden moans underneath his breath. The name felt so good on his tongue in this context. Without thinking, he drunkenly grabbed the back of Kay’s hair and forced his head up, making him watch himself get fucked as if he was another one of Braden’s fuck buddy’s.

The sight made Kay shudder, it made this real. What would happen after this? Not that he was thinking much about it right now, he could hardly think straight tonight. Braden forced Kay to watch both of their expressions as he thrusted in and out of him. Each thrust in send pleasure shooting through Kay, and he began to involuntarily buck his hips up against the sink for more friction.

“No, fuck… I’m so close..” Kay moans, trying to catch his breath. Braden picked up the pace a bit, needing more before he could climax. Without warning, a wave of pleasure washed over Kay, his legs tensing up as he began to cum. In a moment of pure desperation, he tried to move one of his hands down to his cock clumsily, cum shooting out over himself and the sink. With a trembling hand, he tried to stroke himself unsuccessfully.

The sight alone was enough to send Braden over the edge as well, he bit down on his lip as he moaned, shooting his load into his friend’s tight hole, claiming what was his. Both of them panting after they came down from the high, Braden pulled out, sticky cum dripping from Kay’s gaping hole as it shrunk back down to size.

Neither of them could look each other in the eye. This was a huge mistake, what had they done? Why did they feel this way towards each other? Braden was starting to think maybe he should lower his dose of tren…

[iblamejorddan]

I hope you become one step closer to fucking that guy who always keep posting about

LMAO thank you, it won’t ever happen. I would love to be delusional about it but for now I just admire from afar, although Jordan DOES follow me on Instagram…

[iblamejorddan]

80% of the time I forget that you’re now a trans man but then you say something that reminds me that you’re cis. This isn’t about how you look, it’s about your typing style and how you post

What the hell, sure 😂

[iblamejorddan]

Part 2 to Sign Your Soul Away pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, it was so good 😍😍😍

Thank you I’m so glad you enjoyed 🤭 I will definitely make a part 2, I also have a few other stories in the works

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Very rare photo of Jordan that I had to pay for on his Fanfix

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what was your url before?

darktr1ad

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I love this photo of him so much

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The Decay of the Angel // Jordan Barrett

At first I hadn’t noticed any changes, subtle hints that something was seriously wrong with me, but I wrote it off as a sickness, or something. In retrospect, maybe if I’d caught what was happening early on, I could’ve gotten help, but I don’t think anything truly could have stopped this.

I could feel the cocaine and alcohol pumping through my veins, each breath sent a chill of excitement through my body. Smiling felt good as well, couldn’t compare the euphoria to anything else, it just felt good to be alive. Someone that’d hired me for a modeling job invited me back to his place afterwards for a party, said something about it being rather exclusive. It was a bit awkward at first since I didn’t know anybody too well, but thats where the blow came in handy, everyone else was doing it.

I felt the weight of the couch shift as someone sat down next to me. Glancing over I noticed an unfamiliar woman, she held a glass of seltzer in her hand, and I immediately could notice that she was older than me, probably by at least ten years; not that I minded, it just caught me off guard at first since everyone else here was in their early twenties. "Jordan, isn't it?" she said, her voice a sultry purr that made me sit up straighter. "I've been watching you from across the room. You're quite the catch." “Hey, who’re you?” I mused, taking in her features as she turned to look at me. Maybe it was just because I was so euphoric at the time, but she looked completely flawless, her hair was long and black, her piercing eyes a bright green color, and a stunning jawline.

She smiled a bit before responding, “Isabella, pleasure to meet you.”

Her eyes raked over my form, lingering on the sharp lines of my cheekbones and the fullness of my lips. The way she looked at me made my heart race, and my chest tighten. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, the kind that came from being noticed by someone like a woman such as herself.

Isabella leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. "There's something I want to show you," she murmured. From her clutch, she produced a small vial filled with a liquid as dark as the night sky. I could feel my pulse quicken. The room seemed to spin around me slightly, the cocaine's grip loosening as a new curiosity took hold.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice a mix of excitement and caution.

Isabella's smile grew sly. "It's a little something to keep you looking as good as you do, darling," she whispered. "A little pick-me-up, a secret weapon of sorts. It's like a steroid, but for your bones. It'll keep you strong, lean, without all that pesky bulk."

My curiosity piqued. I wasn’t all that open about my food restriction, the struggle to maintain my weight was a constant battle. The idea of a substance that could maybe help me achieve my desired physique with minimal effort was tempting. I’d spent years starving myself, pushing my body to its limits, and the toll was starting to show. My doctor had warned me about the dangers of this lifestyle, but the allure of the runway was too great. If this potion could help, maybe I could ease up on this strict regimen and still look the part.

"How does it work?" I asked, eyeing the vial with a mix of skepticism and hope.

"It's quite simple, really," Isabella said, her eyes holding my gaze like a cat with a mouse. "You inject it once in each hip. The first time will be the most intense, but after that, your body will crave it, demand it. The changes will start within the week. You'll be unstoppable."

Her words painted a picture of a future that I hadn't dared to dream of—one where I didn't have to fight my body every day, where food was an indulgence rather than an enemy. I could see myself already, strutting down the catwalks of Milan and Paris, my body the epitome of perfection. I reached for the vial, my hand trembling slightly. "What's the catch?" I asked, unable to shake the feeling that something so easy had to come with a price.

Isabella's laugh was like the tinkling of fine crystal. "No catch, darling," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Just a little help from a friend."

I force a smile, feeling slightly uneasy, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of this mystery liquid changing my life for the better.

With that, she led me through the writhing mass of bodies to a quieter corner of the party. The music was muffled here, the lights dimmer. She opened a door to reveal a plush, velvet-covered bedroom, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and desire. My heart raced as I followed her in, my hand brushing against the soft fabric of her dress. I knew what was coming, the dance of seduction was one I’d performed countless times before.

Isabella turned to me, her eyes smoldering with a hunger that was almost palpable. She stepped closer, her hand sliding up to my chest, and I felt the world narrow to just the two of us. Her touch was like a brand, searing through the haze of the cocaine and leaving me acutely aware of every inch of my skin. I reached for her, my hand settling on the curve of her waist, and pulled her closer. Our lips met in a kiss that was at once fiery and sweet, a promise of the passion to come.

The bed was a sea of velvet, the perfect stage for our impromptu performance. I felt a thrill of power as I lifted Isabella, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the center of the room. She was lighter than I’d imagined, almost ethereal in my arms. We tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire.

I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring the warm caverns of her mouth, tasting the hint of whiskey on her breath. Her hands roamed my back, nails digging in, urging me closer. The fabric of our clothes was a barrier to be conquered, and we worked together to shred it away, revealing the sculpted perfection of our bodies. My heart hammered in my chest, a drumbeat that matched the music outside the door, a reminder of the world we’d left behind.

I pushed Isabella onto her back, my hands framing her face as I claimed her in a kiss that spoke of my need, my hunger. She responded eagerly, arching her body towards mine, her breasts pressing against my chest, her hips moving in a silent invitation. I didn't hesitate, sliding my hands down to the hem of her dress, pulling it up to reveal the treasure hidden beneath.

Our bodies melded together like two starving souls finding sustenance. My hands roamed over her curves with an urgency that was almost violent, my mouth leaving a trail of fire as I kissed and nipped at her neck. I was in control, driving the rhythm of our passion, each thrust a declaration of my dominance. Isabella moaned beneath me, her nails raking down my back, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper.

I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, my Australian accent wrapping around her like a warm embrace. My charm was a potent aphrodisiac, making her melt into the bed, her hips rising to meet my every move. She was mine for the taking, and I took her greedily, as if afraid she might slip through my fingers like sand. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise of pleasure, and I delivered on each one, leaving her gasping for air.

My hands moved with the precision of a sculptor, molding her body to my will. My passion was palpable, a living, breathing entity that filled the room. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts, each touch a declaration of my desire. I could feel the power coursing through me, the cocktail of cocaine and lust making me feel like a god.

Isabella's breath hitched as I slid into her, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. She was putty in my hands, her body responding to my every touch with a fervor that matched my own. I reveled in the feeling of control, my strokes growing more urgent, more demanding. She gripped the sheets, her legs tightening around my waist as she met my rhythm with a desperation that was both thrilling and a little bit terrifying.

The room was a haze of sensation—the scent of her perfume, the taste of her skin, the soft moans that slipped from her lips like a siren's call. I could feel the pressure building inside me, a crescendo that threatened to shatter him into a million pieces. My muscles tensed, my movements grew more frantic, and Isabella's nails dug into my back, leaving half-moons that would be hidden by my shirt tomorrow.

With a final, guttural cry, I reached my peak, my body shuddering with the force of my release. The pleasure was like a bolt of lightning, searing through me, leaving me trembling and spent. Isabella's eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, as she watched me intently, her own climax following closely behind. Her legs tightened around me, her heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper still. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling in time with the pulsing beat of the music beyond the walls.

I could feel her body clench around me, a vise of pure bliss that milked every last drop of ecstasy from me. We both moved together, riding the wave of pleasure that crashed over us, our bodies in perfect sync. I groaned into her neck, my teeth grazing the soft skin, feeling her pulse hammer beneath.

When it was over, we lay there, panting and spent. The room was quiet except for the distant throb of the party and the sound of our racing hearts. I felt a strange sense of vulnerability, like I’d just handed her a piece of my soul wrapped in the sweat-dampened sheets.

We both got dressed with a sense of urgency, the cocaine wearing off and reality creeping back in. My mind was racing with thoughts of what I’d just done, what I’d just been offered. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a deal with the devil herself. But the promise of an easier life, one free from the constant battle with my body, was too tempting.

Isabella watched me with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting in the dim light. She pulled a small card from her purse, scribbled something on the back, and handed it to me. "Call me when you're ready," she said, her voice a smoky whisper that made my skin tingle.

The party was a blur of faces and lights as I made my way home. The night air was cool against my flushed skin. I stumbled through the quiet streets, the echoes of my footsteps filling my ears. When I reached my apartment, I collapsed onto the couch, the vial clutched in my hand. The TV flickered mindlessly in the background, a stark contrast to the chaos of my thoughts.

With trembling fingers, I peeled off the label and read the instructions. Intramuscular, it said. I’d never injected anything before, but desperation has a way of making you brave. I took a deep breath and filled the syringe halfway with the mysterious liquid. My stomach churned at the sight of the needle, but I steeled myself. This was my ticket to the top, to a life where my body was no longer a prison.

The bathroom mirror reflected a warped version of myself, the harsh lights revealing the lines of tension etched into my face. I swallowed hard as I saw the shadows cast onto my hollow cheeks. The thousands of dollars I’d spent on all of these surgeries… I rolled up my pant leg, exposing the muscular contours of my thigh. The sight of my own skin made me flinch, a stark reminder of the lengths I went to maintain my figure. I swabbed the area with alcohol, the coolness a brief reprieve from the heat of the room and my racing thoughts.

With a deep breath, I uncapped the syringe, the needle glinting in the artificial light. I had seen enough of these in my life, but always at a safe distance. The thick liquid inside the vial called to me, a siren's song promising relief from my never-ending struggle. I paused, hand hovering over my leg, the needle poised to pierce the skin.

The plunge was quick, a sharp sting that made my eyes water slightly. The liquid felt thick and foreign as it spread through my muscle, sending a shiver up my spine. I watched the plunger sink, the dark substance disappearing into my flesh. It was like watching a piece of myself be rewritten.

I knew that I needed to get some sleep, to rest before the next phase of my life began. I stumbled to my bed, the vial and syringe discarded on the bedside table, a silent witness to my desperation.

The sheets were a welcome embrace, cool and soft against my flushed skin. I slipped under the covers, the weight of the world pressing down on me like a lead blanket. My eyes drifted closed, the party's afterglow pulsing behind my lids. But sleep remained elusive, my thoughts racing with visions of a new body, a new life, untouched by the tyranny of the scale.

My whole body felt heavy, head still pounding from the previous night. Thank God I don’t have any plans as far as I know, hangovers are the worst. A glance over at my clock told me that I’d slept into the afternoon, not that it mattered. Normally, I’m not the lazy type, and the last place I want to be is stuck inside my apartment all day, but with the way I was feeling, I didn’t even want to get out of bed. I just needed some time to… I began to close my eyes, the onset of nausea making me want to rest longer.

“Hey there.”

The voice had been so vivid that it completely snapped me out my dreamlike state, my heart rate skyrocketed as I jumped up, yet nobody was there. I began to calm down, figuring it was just part of a dream since I’d barely even been awake. As my heart began to calm back down, the nausea became far more apparent. Rushing out of bed, I raced towards the bathroom, messily coughing up bile into the toilet.

The acidity burnt my tongue, the stench of the empty contents from my stomach tainting the air around me. It wasn’t until I took a closer look that I noticed something really weird: whatever I’d thrown up was pitch black. I blinked a few times, wondering if I was seeing things correctly.

Not wanting to think about it any further and blaming it on my sleep as well as the hangover, I flushed the toilet and swished some mouthwash around. My stomach grumbled, and I was a little surprised that I was hungry in this state. I didn’t like eating before photoshoots, it made me feel bloated and I liked to maintain a lean look if I could help it; but, since I didn’t have one today, I thought it wouldn’t be an issue to indulge a little, especially since I’d pinned last night… Still, it was odd that I had an appetite even after throwing up, and with a hangover, nonetheless.

I made my way into the kitchen and opened up my fridge. Usually, I liked to have a bowl of fruit or a smoothie, it kept me full for a while without causing bloat. My fingers tapped on the door handle as the cold poured out of the refrigerator, everything in there glaring back at me as I tried to figure out what I wanted. Eggs…? No. I glanced at the containers of fruit, which didn’t sound appealing at all.

I moved a bowl of strawberries out of the way so I could see what I had in the back.

A package of steak.

My mouth watered a bit at the thought. My stomach growled again, this time the feeling of hunger hit me like a truck. I hadn’t eaten in over thirty hours. Grabbing the package, I brought it to the counter and tore the plastic off of it. My eyes unfocused a bit again, and then something happened, I’m not quite sure how to explain what overcame me. The hunger took over, and I tore into the flesh like an animal, blood dripping from my mouth and down my chin. The taste was overpowering, a mix of copper and something wild, something primal.

With each bite, my body felt alive, the muscles in my jaw working overtime as I devoured the raw steak. It was a sensation I had never felt before, one that terrified me. The meat was gone in seconds, and I was left standing there, panting, the plastic packaging crumpled in my fist. The room spun, and I doubled over the sink, my body trying to purge what it had just consumed. The guilt washed over me in waves, the bile rising in my throat.

But no matter how hard I dry heaved, nothing came up. My stomach remained a black pit, demanding more. I staggered into the living room, the cold marble floor a stark contrast to the warm stickiness of my mouth. The TV flickered to life, a cacophony of voices assaulting my senses. I didn't realize I had turned it on, but the sight of the frenetic images on the screen only served to heighten my unease.

I managed to focus on one of the shows, something about scientists racing against time to find a cure for a long standing disease. I hear them mention something about blood, half paying attention, and suddenly, something within me stirred. The room grew colder, and my vision narrowed, the screen blurring into a sea of red. The hunger returned, no longer a gentle whisper but a deafening roar that consumed my every thought. It was as if the very essence of the word had triggered some primal instinct, a craving that went beyond food.

And then it clicked, it made sense, but it shouldn’t have made sense. Blood. I was craving blood.

I felt myself cringe in disgust, but it felt forced. I’d never once drank blood, why now of all times? It was like one of those weird pregnancy cravings. Maybe it was from the substance I’d put into my body last night. It would make sense, after all, it was supposed to help me with this physique, so maybe instead of craving sugary things, I was craving natural things?

My head span with questions, and I decide to call up Isabella.

“Hello?” I hear her voice on the other line.

“Isabella?”

“Oh, hi Jordan!” She muses.

“Hi, uh, I was just wondering, and this is gonna sound weird but… that thing you gave me last night, does it cause weird cravings?” I laugh a bit, trying to sound like I wasn’t a little freaked out about this whole thing.

“Weird, how?”

I pause at her question. I would sound completely insane if I told her about the raw meat I’d consumed earlier, and then the fact that even the mere mention of blood made my stomach growl.

“This is gonna sound crazy… but, blood.” I laugh a little bit afterwards to try and ease any tension.

“Thats not that crazy, its been heard of. Here, I have something you might be interested in.” There was a pause before I heard her speak again.

And with that, she followed up by sending a link to some website. Hesitantly, I clicked it, bringing me to the browser, it was some shopping site, but it didn’t take me long to see that things on there ranged from raw milk, to fresh meat, to animal blood.

I hovered over the cow’s blood for a second before clicking on it. Sixty dollars for same day delivery… was I seriously considering this? Whats the harm, it’s only animal blood, we eat meat all the time, why’d blood be any different? Fuck it. I purchased the stuff.

“So?” She asks.

“I bought some animal blood, can’t hurt to try, right?” I laugh again, at this point it’s for my own sanity, this feels crazy.

“Just one more hour.” I heard my mom’s voice from the hallway, my heart skipped a beat and my gaze shot in the direction I heard her from. An empty hallway… “Hello?” I call out, swallowing anxiously. What the hell? No response… Now I really felt crazy.

“One more hour, what…?” The taste and smell of metal was suddenly very prominent in the air, it was intoxicating, I didn’t like it. Was I actually losing my mind? From the hallway, I could see large spider begin to crawl right into my direction. It can’t be real, its not real. I close my eyes tightly and bury my head into the couch, I didn’t want to be alone right now I was completely freaked out.

“Who’re you talking to?” Isabella asks.

“Uhm, thank you, I’ve gotta go.” I hang up.

…….. Later that day the blood arrived.

I stared at the container of blood for a moment, the worst part was is as much as I wanted to be utterly repulsed by it, I wasn’t. My mouth watered, I couldn’t wait any longer. Taking off the top of the jar it was in, I began to drink. Slowly, at first, and then it turned into the blood messily dripping down the sides of my mouth. I greedily sipped down the warm red liquid until the glass was empty.

I stared at the empty glass for a few minutes, even though I’d just replenished myself, I felt as weak as ever, like I was sick or something. I felt sick to my stomach as well, like I just wanted to lie down, so I did.

That night I had terrible nightmares, fever dreams that didn’t seem to make any sense, people I once knew talking to me and crying out to me. I awoke the next morning in a cold sweat, shivering. My mouth was so dry, I knew that if I got up I was absolutely going to throw up.

It was the middle of the night, how long had I even been asleep? I dragged myself out of bed and hurried to the toilet, hurling up the blood I’d ingested earlier, but it was that thick black substance again. This time felt different… something wasn’t right… I don’t feel right.

Isabella stepped out of my room and into the bathroom, I was so dizzy and out of it I didn’t even know if she was real or not. I slumped against the side of the wall and slid to the cold floor, it felt nice against my skin. I was cold, yet so very hot.

Blood began to trickle down my nose, now of all times… I wiped it away, and glanced up at her. “Look at yourself.” She scoffs, half a smirk on her face. “What’re you doing here…?” I slurred.

“I spoke to a few people, I was concerned about you, you hadn’t texted me back in days, so I managed to get the code to your place, and then found your spare key.”

A few days…? Had I been asleep that long…? No way.

“What’s happening to me?” I croak. It sounded utterly pathetic, and with the state I was in, I was embarrassed to be seen like this. “Everything will be fine. You’re just going through a… metamorphosis.” She smiles a bit, a sick, twisted smile.

“What? What do you mean? Can you just get this shit out of my system… please?”

She crosses her arms and stares down at me, and for once in my life I felt inferior. Trapped. She eyed me like a predator does to their prey. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, but if I were you I’d look in the mirror.”

I scrambled to my feet, almost falling back down due to the dizziness and whatnot. Looking in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself. Completely pale, I’d definitely lost weight, stained blood around my nose and bags under my eyes… Wait, my eyes… my eyes were pitch black, what had she done to me…??

I let out a frightened gasp and stumbled back a bit, feeling off balance and not nearly as graceful as I once was. She just laughs, and it sends a chill down my spine. “What did you do to me?!” I demand.

“You’ll find out soon enough, my work here is almost done. Come with me if you want to be somewhere where you won’t infect anyone else.”

I glare at her. “Infect anyone else? You mean you gave me a disease?” She shrugs. “A virus, you could call it. Somewhere where you’ll be away from others, I mean look at you, you’re not modeling looking like this.” She gestures towards me.

I feel ashamed and scared. Vulnerable. “What, you really expect me to trust you after-after you did this?” I huff, trying to keep my cool.

“You don’t have to trust me, but just know that you’ll end up in the same place one way or the other because you’re not seeing the last of me.” This woman was crazy! Where the hell did I even meet people like this?

“Fine, I’ll come with you, but only because I don’t want to get anyone else sick with whatever this is.”

I threw on a pair of sunglasses to hide my now black eyes, as well as a hoodie with the hood pulled over my head. God forbid the paparazzi see me like this, I would never live it down. Little did I know that’d be the least of my worries…

After getting in the passenger seat of Isabella’s car, we drove for a while until we came to a rather modern looking house. She led me downstairs into the basement to a laboratory looking area. The stench of anti bacterial cleaning supplies filled my senses, something didn’t feel right about this.

“So are we-“ I’m cut off as I go to turn around and everything went black.

When I come to, the very first thing I notice is how much my head aches. That bitch must’ve knocked me out! Unless I passed out… I wouldn’t put it past myself at this point. I’m laying on the floor in a big cage in the middle of the lab. I see Isabella standing outside of it.

“Hey, what the hell??” I protest, gripping the bars.

“Everything will be fine.” She says. I wanted to punch this bitch, she kept spewing this nonsense when my entire world was literally being turned upside down in front of my face.

I noticed she has my phone outside and sitting on a desk as well. “So what, you’re kidnapping me?” I say, unamused.

“By the end of the month, you’ll be happy you’re here. Society wouldn’t praise you nearly as much, in fact, you’d probably get sent to a government facility to get tested on.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean…” I try to sound demanding and tough, although my confidence is slipping and I have to admit that I’m very afraid right now.

She doesn’t say anything, and that sort of pisses me off, like I’m not even there or something. “Hey! Let me out of here! You can’t do this to me!” She glances up at me and chuckles a bit, just shaking her head.

“Jordan, you’re too pretty for your own good. You deserve to be knocked down a few pegs.” Her words were anything but comforting, she treated me like I wasn’t even human.

“Oh, you must be hungry, here.” She slips a piece of something rather gross looking through the bars, and when I saw what it was I wanted to be sick. It looked like a heart, a human heart. “Is that…” I trail off.

Again, no response. As much as I shouldn’t eat this, my stomach growled, and I had to admit it sounded appetizing, and that terrified me to my core. Why would I ever find this appetizing? What did I have to lose at this point…

I grabbed the fleshy, warm organ and brought it up to my mouth, the blood trickling down my hand a bit. It tasted weird, but like everything that I’d been craving. The texture of it was vile, but the worst part was the fact I was enjoying it.

As I continued to eat, I feel a shooting pain near my shoulder blades on my back. I didn’t pay it much attention until I’d finished my meal, feeling rather out of it and disconnected from my body.

As best as I could, I reached around to feel what was hurting me so much, and to my shock, I felt something protruding from my shoulder blade. Feathers.

“What….?” I whisper to nobody inparticular, my breath hitching in fear. The blood from my hands stain the feathers growing out of my back, and then it hit me what was happening, I didn’t know how this was even possible, but I was growing wings.

“Isabella, please….” My voice was raw, there was no more hiding emotions, I was terrified. I wanted whatever was being done to me to be reversed, but I didn’t even know if that was possible anymore…

…… days had passed.

I felt weaker than ever, I couldn’t stop throwing up, I’d lost so much weight that I barely recognized myself when I looked down at my naked body. Yes, naked. Isabella had stripped me of my clothing, I don’t really remember when, my memory was beginning to fade. She continued to feed me organs, although it was rare she would remember to do so, or maybe it was just to torture me.

Her words were patronizing, she spoke to me as if I was an animal she was trying to soothe, or get to trust her. I wasn’t stupid, I wasn’t falling for any of her tricks. But the changes to my body didn’t stop. My wings had continued to grow, until today.

All of the sudden I felt a tearing feeling, worse than the pain had been at the beginning. I fell to my hands and knees, back arching as a guttural scream tore from my mouth, two large wings sprouting from my back in a bloody mess.

My breath came in short pants, eyes wide in horror as I felt the new appendages twitch behind me for the first time. “Look at you, you’re beautiful.” She reached through the bars and caressed my cheek. I immediately whined, pulling away from her touch.

“Oh, you must be in shock… I would be too, after all, you’re an angel now.” She steps closer, eyeing me up and down. I was too weak to respond, the only thing I felt right now was fear. What had she done to me? What was she going to do to me?

“Don’t worry, your changes are complete.” That at least calmed my nerves slightly, but I didn’t want to be stuck like this! “S-so you’ll let me go?”

She shakes her head no and laughs. “Of course, not. I didn’t go through all this trouble for nothing. You’re mine now, Jordan. Until the day you die. Unless I die first, in that case you’ll have to fend for yourself.” She laughs again.

I wasn’t angry, I was horrified. Was my reality going to be being trapped in a cage in this form for the rest of my life? I didn’t want to accept that, I didn’t want to live out the rest of my days being treated like a science experiment, or a feral animal. I didn’t want to accept this new form.

It was almost ironic, I’d undergone surgeries for my face, and even want as far as to starve myself just to get the perfect physique, all for nothing. Now I was a shell of the confident man I once was, I was grotesquely skinny, even for my own liking, and had wings. Not to mention my eyes.

And then reality hit me, that even if I did get out of here, nobody would help me, I looked like a monster. I was completely trapped.

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you seem rlly obsessed with jordan (cant blame you) so i wanna ask what do you think is the reason him and fernando got divorced (or separated wtv) i wanna hear your theories bc i can’t find anything online

This is just my theory I do not want to get attacked, but I think that Jordan rushed into getting married too quickly. He strikes me as the type of guy to fall really hard for someone towards the beginning. Or perhaps he saw the backlash from some people for being married to another guy, though I’m not sure.

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Tear You Apart // Jordan Barrett 18+

Warnings: rape, age difference, group sex, blowjob, black market selling

(Please note that everyone is still of legal age, if this isn’t your sort of thing just keep scrolling.)

Jordan’s heart raced anxiously inside of his chest as he eyed the rack of lighters standing in front of him. He had the money to purchase one, unfortunately, at least where he was from, you had to be twenty one to buy one. Now, he knew that smoking at eighteen was illegal, and he had other ways of getting his cigarettes, but it didn’t matter to him. He’d had to resort to shoplifting, although this would be his first time.

Taking another quick glance around the place, he was very careful and swift when slipping the item into the pocket of his jeans. A rush of adrenaline raced through his body, quickly heading to the front of the store to leave. Had he managed to get away with it? He was getting rather close, when suddenly he felt someone grab his arm, causing his heart to sink to the bottom of his chest.

He had to make a run for it, it was either that or a possible chance of getting the cops called. Whipping his head around, he saw a man he didn’t recognize. “Hey, sorry to scare you, have you ever thought about modeling?” The words didn’t really register in his head at the time, moreso focused on the fact that he’d likely been caught stealing something he wasn’t of legal age to own.

Jordan quickly shook his head no, pale as a ghost. The man released his grip on his wrist when he felt the younger boy trying to pull away uncomfortably. It seemed as if he was about to speak again, but Jordan’s fight or flight kicked in and he practically sprinted out of the store and didn’t stop running until he got home.

He reached underneath his bed to grab the pack of cigarettes he’d hidden, pulling the lighter he’d just stolen from his pocket to light it up. However, as he reached into his pocket, he felt something else in there as well. Curiously, he pulled the foreign item out to examine it. It looked to be a business card for a modeling agency, including contact details and a name. The man must’ve slipped it into his pocket when he stopped Jordan.

Again, it hadn’t really registered that the guy wasn’t trying to bust him for stealing, so this just confirmed that he was legit, or so he thought… But a model? Jordan thought it was out of the ordinary to be approached about such a thing, and he wasn’t sure if he was even interested. Then again, it was a job, so he’d feel weird about turning it down.

He tossed the lighter and cigarette onto his bed, grabbing his phone as he began to dial the number on the card. Placing it to his ear, he waited for someone to answer. It took a moment, but a female voice answered on the other end. “Hello? How can I help you?” He’d never been that good on the phone which was odd in contrast to his extroverted personality.

“Hi, uh… I was approached earlier and given a business card to here? I was asked about modeling and so I called the number I was given. I’m not really sure who I’d spoken to.” He explained.

“Yes, we have someone for scouting models. Are you available to come in at all?” He paused for a moment, the question kind of made it become more real to him. Jordan thought about it a moment before giving an answer. “Yeah, I’m pretty much open whenever.”

“Perfect, would today at 6pm work?” Jordan agreed to her suggestion, being given an address before the line clicked and she hung up. As exciting as this was, something felt very off about the whole thing, and he wasn’t sure what it was. Alas, he brushed it off as anxiety since this was his first time doing this.

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Jordan parked his car along the side of the building, the sun casting a beautiful golden glow across the windshield and landscape. The agency was part of a complex, sitting on the end of two other buildings. Walking in the front door, a woman was sitting behind a desk, he assumed she was the one he’d spoken with on the phone.

“Hi, you must be Jordan.” She smiled. “Hi, yeah I am.” The inside of the place seemed off, almost like it’d been set up in a hurry and rather unkempt. Who was he to judge? “Go ahead and have a seat, they’ll come get you in a minute.” She smiled warmly.

Thanking her, he took a seat in one of the chairs, waiting for someone to call him back. He hadn’t even told his parents that he was coming here, figured they wouldn’t take it seriously, and if things didn’t work out it’d be a bit embarrassing. Barely moments later, the same man that’d approached him at the store walked out from a door. “Hey, we’re ready for you, just follow me.”

Jordan stood up and followed the man out of the waiting room. He was led down a long hallway, before it stretched out into an open room. “Sorry I ran away from you earlier.” Jordan laughed awkwardly. “Don’t worry about it. You can call me John by the way, that’s Dave.” He motioned to a man standing near a camera.

“So we’re just gonna be taking some pictures of you for now, we think you have potential and that companies may be interested in hiring you.” As he explained, Jordan nodded. There weren’t any windows in the room, it had some furniture along with a white screen being set up in front of the camera.

“Alright, so go ahead and step over there.” John points. This was all happening very quickly, but he was explaining things pretty well so it wasn’t stressful or anything. The boy stepped in front of the camera like he’d been told, the photographer glancing into the lens. He instructed Jordan to stand a certain way before snapping a few pictures.

“Alright, now we’re gonna try something a little different. Why don’t you strip down to just your underwear. We want to get some body shots really quick.” It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time, so he of course obeyed, taking his shirt off along with his pants. “You’ve got a nice body.” John compliments. “Oh, well thanks.”

He notices John walk away but doesn’t glance over, focused on the fact that more photos are being taken of him. That is, until he feels two hands on either side of his waist. He jumps a bit from the sudden touch, turning his head to see the man holding him. “What are you doing?” He asks, swallowing a sudden wave of nervousness.

“Nothing, just relax, focus on the camera.” And so he tried to ignore him, but then he felt John press himself against his bare body, and he could feel a hardness against his ass. Jordan jumped, quickly pulling away from the man. “What the fuck?” He whined, taking a step backwards. From behind him, his wrists were forcefully grabbed and he could feel his hands being handcuffed together. “Oh no you don’t, you little twink.” Dave hissed, shoving him forward.

Fearfully, Jordan tried to pull the handcuffs off, but it was no use because of how tight they were. “Stupid kid…” John taunted as Dave grabbed Jordan’s arm and started pulling him to a couch. “Fuck! Let me go!” Jordan was a skinny guy, and he couldn’t exactly fight back against this guy that was twice his size, especially with his hands tied behind his back.

His pleas fell upon deaf ears as he was pushed up against the arm of the couch. Dave grabbed the back of his neck and forced his upper half to bend forward. It was an uncomfortable position, and Jordan squirmed around underneath in a desperate attempt to get away. “Why… what…” He couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, unsure of what to say.

And then he felt something that made his skin crawl. John had grabbed his waist again, but now he could feel his boxers being pulled down. “Wait… wait what are you doing??” Panic shot through his body, trying everything in his power to pull away but it was no use.

He couldn’t turn his head around, but he could hear a belt being undone and then something hard pressing up against the rim of his asshole. “NO!! No wait!! Wait please anything but this, please!!” His screams only seemed to please the men assaulting him. An awful pain shot through him as John’s hard cock mercilessly slid inside of his virgin hole.

Jordan screamed in agony, tears pulling at the corners of his eyes, the pain only seeming to increase the deeper he went. He made another attempt to escape, struggling against the attacker but to no avail. “Stop, fuck, please!!” He cried out, desperation filling his tone of voice.

It felt as if his insides were being ripped apart, nothing compared to this pain that he was going through in the moment. John had gone into him without any lube, it’d been raw and agonizing. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the man slid out of him before railing himself back in. Another guttural scream was torn from Jordan’s throat, burying the side of his face into the couch and praying it’d be over soon.

His mind was completely dazed and cloudy, couldn’t form a coherent thought because all he was able to focus on was the pure torture he was being put through. The tiniest bit of pleasure managed to pool up in his lower stomach as the man hit his prostate, although it was involuntary and instinctive, his dick perking up a little in his boxers.

“Oh, fuck… someone help me… please…” Jordan’s cries were messy and quieter, sobbing in between breaths and pleas. “Tight virgin boy…” John grunted as he continued the assault on his ass. It was demeaning, the boy had never felt so alone in his entire life, his cries and begs only seemed to fuel everything that was happening to him.

“I… I want my mom… please…” Jordan hadn’t even realized the pathetic words that’d come out of his mouth, having been so fucked up that he’d resorted to something as degrading as needing his own mother to rescue him. Dave let out a chuckle, and John only increased his speed, although he could hear the man let out a few loud moans before pulling out completely.

Warm cum dripped down Jordan’s leg from his stretched out hole. It ached, it made him feel so small… he’d just been used like a fucking toy for this man’s pleasure. He clenched his cheeks, Dave still forcefully holding him down against the couch. He felt his boxers being pulled back up, a bit of relief washing over him for a moment because he’d thought it was over.

Dave let his grip release and the young model quickly stood up in a panic. “You aren’t going anywhere, don’t fucking try anything you won’t get far. Get on your knees, twink.” Dave ordered. Jordan wasn’t about to comply, but John pushed him forwards, knees buckling under pressure as he shakily fell down.

“Please, no more… please…” Jordan couldn’t even look either of the men in the eyes, instead, staring down at the floor. Dave stood in front of him, undoing his belt buckle and letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor. “Put that mouth of yours to better use, boy.”

A dark shade of red, he looked up at the half naked man standing over him. His dick was huge, Jordan knew he wouldn’t be able to take it well at all. “Don’t make me ask again.” He threatened. Trembling like a leaf, Jordan leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Dave’s tip, sucking on his length.

Dave let out a moan, thrusting into the blonde’s mouth, causing him to gag, more tears streaming from his eyes. The man grabbed a handful of the boy’s hair to guide his mouth smoothly along his hard on. Jordan felt disconnected from his body, having to accept the fact that he was being used against his will and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

And after a few more moments, a warm and salty substance shot into his mouth. Jordan coughed a few times, feeling sick to his stomach. “Swallow it, pretty boy.” He shuddered at the order, it was no use in arguing though, God knows what’d happen if he disobeyed. Jordan swallowed the man’s load, a disgusting taste left in his mouth. He felt disgusted and tainted.

Dave pulled out of him, Jordan had managed to stop crying but his face was stained with tears and he looked like a mess. The door to the room opened, and he heard a female voice. His heart skipped a beat upon realizing that the receptionist may be here to save him. But his hopes were quickly shattered upon what she said next. “You guys done with him? I’ve got an offer for someone who’s interested in buying.”

He was about to be sold, this had all been a scam from the beginning… if only he hadn’t been so naive. “Someone’s gonna have a lot of fun with you…”

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