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story too i wrote for this a while ago, it's alright. cooper can get mean when he's horny and rapey and nick bugs him too much

ghost and art by https://bsky.app/profile/werevold.bsky.social", "writing": "Cooper was in his bathroom, gripping the dirty sink with both hands and spitting a mouthful of blood into it. That crimson liquid splattering the sink and drifting down the basin and into the drain. It wasn’t the first time he’d eject his own blood from his mouth into a sink, toilet, face, food, et cetera. \n\n[i]Tastes good. Should be bad, but I like it bad. Worse even. Horrible shit. Personal nuclear apocalypse situation. Gets me real excited.[/i]\n\nHe liked doing it into other’s faces especially. The disrespect was his favorite part. It got him worked up if they were beautiful too. Pretty. Cute. Younger. He loved turning them ugly. Making them hateful of him. The malice and bitterness fueling him, making him stronger. That’s what he likes.\n\n[i]Yeah. Hate me more, I love that shit. Sorry that I ruined your makeup, let me fix it by ruining your entire face too. It’ll even out. I promise. I love you too. Take off your clothes before I rip them off. [/i]\n\nA quick drink of tap water. Tastes like nothing. That was fine, a nothing taste makes everything else taste so much sweeter. \n\nOkay. Time to get to work. Those fresh scars on his arm would look uneven if there weren’t a few more next to them. More was needed. Piling it on top of the even uglier bottom level. An ugly sand art jar sitting on the windowsill that just doesn’t have a top. Endless ugliness. Inside and out.\n \nHis bathroom door connecting to his room flies open. Ghost was laying on the bed, labored breathing and legs spread wide open still. Aw. That’s so cute, like Ghost was just waiting for him to come back. \n\nThe momentary break for a sink drink didn’t dull his cock at all. It was ready. He was glad it still served him with extreme obedience. That’s what a pen- no, cock should do. It should obey every command given and expected to perform flawlessly. He’s seen what some guys must do to get hard and have a good time. \n\n[i]Oh! I’m sorry that your limp dick needs meds to wake up! Doctor! I need more pills to make Mr. Dick happy again, he’s a little bit under the weather! Oh, you’re too sad to get hard? Too stressed? For fucksake man, just end it already. So over the bullshit of weaker men not being able to do what they were meant to do.\n\nGhost hasn’t moved at all. They’re still breathing, so it’s all fine. God, that pussy is divine. I’m aching to pump a load into it. [/i]\n\nCooper scratched at his crotch, brown pubes. He didn’t like to shave, he liked to keep it bushy. It was cute watching someone gag on his shaft with a nose full of his personal forest down there. The energy he was feeling tonight was insane. He hadn’t had a chance recently to get at some pussy, all he’s had is his son in the other room. A wheelchair bound failson. 19 years old and already ruined. A do nothing and be nothing type of boy. Maybe taking him in was a mistake? An amputee that’s only good at sucking dick, anal, cleaning dishes, crying-\n\n[i]Why am I thinking about him right now? I have this beautiful pussy in front of me BEGGING to get knocked up. [/i]\n\nAnxiousness made his dick throb. This feeling in his chest, getting him hot. Steaming. Ready to burst. It was such an ugly cock. Pink. Fleshy. Veiny. Violent. Disease free, surprisingly. No idea how he hasn’t contracted some STD by now and died or worse. Maybe he’s lucky. Would his abundance of luck be balanced by the abysmal luck others have around him? Or maybe he just steals the luck out of others akin to a fortune-sucking vampire? \n\n[i]Nick isn’t a very lucky guy. [/i]\n\nOr perhaps he’s already unlucky and the universe just hasn’t acted out its plan for him yet? Someone, somewhere, at some point said fate favors justice, but how long is the judicial process? Some court cases last months, years, decades. Some are never finished and decide to settle out of court. Would fate settle out of court? Who arbitrates that? Death? God? It doesn’t matter to Cooper. He’s got a simple life. Fucking. Eating. Beating. More fucking. Killing sometimes (but that’s just work related.)\n\n[i]Knocking at the door. Ignore it.[/i]\n\nLeaning over that panting sphynx cat on the bed, he grips that throat with both hands. A short, surprised gasp escapes their mouth and they come back to life. They’re so tired from the pounding earlier. Cooper is a little exhausted too. Not his dick. That thing is ready to drill a hole to the center of the earth. It’ll take Ghost pussy as a substitute in the meantime. Gripping that cock with his hand and lining it up to the hole, cooper harshly pushes inside. A sharp scream comes from that kitty below him. Oooooooooh that’s nice… that’s so nice. It’s so warm, he missed this for the minute he was in the bathroom. Those middle-aged hips pushed forward, spreading that resistant cunt even more and feeling how wet they were.\n\n[i]Yeah kitty. That’s such a good kitty. Lay there and take it. I’m aching so bad to dump a load into you. Fucking hell. I wonder what our kids would look like… Well, not ours. Yours. Not taking responsibility for that shit.[/i] \n\nThose scarred and brutal hands quickly found that neck again, squeezing it ever so tight. Horrible hands. Hands that haven’t been through war but their association with Cooper soils them. Working hands that have touched more throats than tools in their life. \n\nThis was pure bliss. The exhausted and drugged up look their face had been getting him so close. Was he really going to finish this soon? He was thrusting into that pussy so hard and quick it was shaking the entire bed. It wasn’t even a full bed, just a mattress on the floor. A disgusting mattress. Should be thrown into the trash- no. It should be burned. It should be reduced to atoms and then have those atoms sent to space. The number of stains and blood spilt on this mattress was downright hazardous. Not to anyone’s health, but to the feng shui of the entire room - no, house – no. This world. Nothing good comes from those on this mattress or around it. Around Cooper.\n \n[i]Someone’s knocking. Probably Nick. Just ignore him.[/i]\n\nLoud grunts. Snarling. Aching. Cooper didn’t realize it, but he was drooling. He looked like a monster to Ghost, something like a sleep paralysis demon that didn’t steal your dreams but your innocence and safety. There was nothing good about him at all. Maybe there was once, but the aura surrounding this beast choking the life out of this poor cat was overwhelming. If an Esper was in this room right now they would surely die from the infectious, malignant, abusive, downright foul emotions felt from that man. Their death might turn even the biggest skeptic into a believer. Heavy panting. Not from being out of breath, but from the feral side of him coming out. The pure need to breed this mating partner he found and if anybody stopped him right now, he wo-\n\n[i]Fuck. I’m so close kitty. I need to cum so bad in you. I think I might have a heart attack and die if I don’t soon. God I wanna see your belly get so full. I don’t want to see you breathe. Stop breathing and keep scratching me. Shut the fuck up! That’s it. Leave your marks. Ugh. Such a good cat. Uuuhn… I’m gonna knock you up. I’m gonna knock you up, kitty. You’re gonna create more of me. You and all the others before you. Oh! Oh! Nick keeps knocking. God I gotta cum so bad. I can’t yet, why? He keeps knocking at the door. I’m so close too. [b]FUCK![/b][/i]\n\nCooper lets go of the throat and pulls his dick out. A comical wet noise signaled the escape of his dick from that hole, cartoon artists cursing themselves for not being able to recreate it. Orgasm delayed by the distracting knocking at the door. He was trying so hard to get her to stop breathing and be quiet so he could cum. Don’t talk without permission. Don’t breathe without permission. Follow the rules! He liked it quiet, but only he can make noise. Only I get to make noise, nobody else. Don’t even fucking scream either, or I’ll beak your face. I’ll tear your holes open with my dick and rub the blood on myself. On my dick. My face. My chest. My arms I’ll drink it if I want. \n\nSwinging the door open, cooper looks down at Nick. He was in his wheelchair. Dressed in only his underwear and a stupid fucking t-shirt with some faggot design on it. Grr. \n\n[b]“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!”[/b]\n\nNick was terrified. Not horrified, because he didn’t know what cooper would do to him. Terror comes from the unknown. It was fine to be terrified of Cooper but save the horror for after he gapes your ass and leaves you with a broken nose. That raging erection staring at him felt like it wanted to break through his skull and fuck his brain out the other end. Wide eyed and mouth agape, Nick gulped. “Um…I… I thought you were going to bring food home… I jus-“\n\n[i]Food. He wants food. Like a pet. Fucking useless fag.[/i]\n\n“…you’re hungry? Just get shit from the fridge. I don’t have time for your moronic shit Nick. Bye.”\n\n“Bu-“ \n\nHe slammed the door back in his face and turned around, getting right back to business. He had to cum quick, his heart was beating out of his chest. Dick feeling like it was swollen and set to explode any second now. Going through the motions again Cooper got back to his business. It was quick too. He was so close. Hands around the neck. That desperate expression. Claws on his skin. Blood drawn. Drool falling onto that exposed tummy. Dick deep inside that fuckhole.\n\nBalls tensed up. He knew this was it. His much-needed release. Poor Ghost hadn’t gotten any release at all tonight. Maybe release from life would be nice for them, but that wouldn’t happen now. The only one who gets a good time tonight was Cooper. \n\n[i]Oh god kitty! I’m right there! I’m gonna cum! I wanna cut you too. I wanna cut you open and see me cum inside. I wanna see it lay in your belly and create more of me. I need to see it happen. I wanna make you cry. Bleed. Die. Bring you back and do it again. You’re mine now. You were made to take this dick. You wer- Ugh![/i]\n\nHe bottoms out. Shaking so much that he can’t keep himself propped up on that neck, falling onto Ghost and digging those brutal claws into the fucked-up mattress to create even more ruin in his world. The joy he got from draining his nuts into an unwilling hole was off the charts. This high was better than any drug. He should be medicated, but why do that when he can feel good by taking from others? The only one making noise in that room is him. A sick and twisted groan from him signaling he was unloading into that hole. That dick pumping so hard it was hurting him. Loads of his disgusting and vile seed planting itself inside of that pussy, the sick feeling of pleasure he gets from knowing he just bred someone – it was bliss. His legs are shaking. Face pushed against ghost’s own face as he locks eyes with them. Panting so heavy like he just gave birth. Panting so heavily he was like a wild animal. He looked demented. Possessed. That wild expression and messy hair, battle scars from fighting and fucking. Marking his territory. Spreading his seed. The natural need to create offspring to ensure the survival of his species. His dick just won’t stop feeding into that hole. He continues to gasp and grunt. That’s what he likes.\n\nHe likes showing his ugly. Being ugly. Letting ugly pile. Turning the ugliness around him into something worse, having it fester and infect others around him. He knows that they hate him. He doesn’t care. That’s what he likes.\n\nHe doesn’t want to pull out. He wants to ensure that his seed plants. More of him are made. If they aren’t him, then they’ll remind them of him. Like all the others. Like Nick. \n\nMaybe he can make Nick like him? Would he change? He’s gone through a significant trauma in his life… maybe he likes him the way he is now. Time will tell, surely. \n\nNick is a bit of a pussy though… maybe I can get through to him. Need to get him to man up first… hmm. Hmm…\n\nCooper looked down. Ghost was so out of it. Eyes closed. Breathing slow. Bloody and fucked up face. Too weak to fight back anymore. Hoping the entire house around them would just collapse and Cooper would be erased from existence alongside them.\n\n…\n\n“Nick! C’mere! I gotta show you something! I got your dinner ready!” Cooper shouted out. Voice loud enough to echo down the hallway. A smile was spread across his face. Toothy. Sick. Ugly…\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Cooper was in his bathroom, gripping the dirty sink with both hands and spitting a mouthful of blood into it. That crimson liquid splattering the sink and drifting down the basin and into the drain. It wasn’t the first time he’d eject his own blood from his mouth into a sink, toilet, face, food, et cetera.

Tastes good. Should be bad, but I like it bad. Worse even. Horrible shit. Personal nuclear apocalypse situation. Gets me real excited.

He liked doing it into other’s faces especially. The disrespect was his favorite part. It got him worked up if they were beautiful too. Pretty. Cute. Younger. He loved turning them ugly. Making them hateful of him. The malice and bitterness fueling him, making him stronger. That’s what he likes.

Yeah. Hate me more, I love that shit. Sorry that I ruined your makeup, let me fix it by ruining your entire face too. It’ll even out. I promise. I love you too. Take off your clothes before I rip them off.

A quick drink of tap water. Tastes like nothing. That was fine, a nothing taste makes everything else taste so much sweeter.

Okay. Time to get to work. Those fresh scars on his arm would look uneven if there weren’t a few more next to them. More was needed. Piling it on top of the even uglier bottom level. An ugly sand art jar sitting on the windowsill that just doesn’t have a top. Endless ugliness. Inside and out.
 
His bathroom door connecting to his room flies open. Ghost was laying on the bed, labored breathing and legs spread wide open still. Aw. That’s so cute, like Ghost was just waiting for him to come back.

The momentary break for a sink drink didn’t dull his cock at all. It was ready. He was glad it still served him with extreme obedience. That’s what a pen- no, cock should do. It should obey every command given and expected to perform flawlessly. He’s seen what some guys must do to get hard and have a good time.

Oh! I’m sorry that your limp dick needs meds to wake up! Doctor! I need more pills to make Mr. Dick happy again, he’s a little bit under the weather! Oh, you’re too sad to get hard? Too stressed? For fucksake man, just end it already. So over the bullshit of weaker men not being able to do what they were meant to do.

Ghost hasn’t moved at all. They’re still breathing, so it’s all fine. God, that pussy is divine. I’m aching to pump a load into it.

Cooper scratched at his crotch, brown pubes. He didn’t like to shave, he liked to keep it bushy. It was cute watching someone gag on his shaft with a nose full of his personal forest down there. The energy he was feeling tonight was insane. He hadn’t had a chance recently to get at some pussy, all he’s had is his son in the other room. A wheelchair bound failson. 19 years old and already ruined. A do nothing and be nothing type of boy. Maybe taking him in was a mistake? An amputee that’s only good at sucking dick, anal, cleaning dishes, crying-

Why am I thinking about him right now? I have this beautiful pussy in front of me BEGGING to get knocked up.

Anxiousness made his dick throb. This feeling in his chest, getting him hot. Steaming. Ready to burst. It was such an ugly cock. Pink. Fleshy. Veiny. Violent. Disease free, surprisingly. No idea how he hasn’t contracted some STD by now and died or worse. Maybe he’s lucky. Would his abundance of luck be balanced by the abysmal luck others have around him? Or maybe he just steals the luck out of others akin to a fortune-sucking vampire?

Nick isn’t a very lucky guy.

Or perhaps he’s already unlucky and the universe just hasn’t acted out its plan for him yet? Someone, somewhere, at some point said fate favors justice, but how long is the judicial process? Some court cases last months, years, decades. Some are never finished and decide to settle out of court. Would fate settle out of court? Who arbitrates that? Death? God? It doesn’t matter to Cooper. He’s got a simple life. Fucking. Eating. Beating. More fucking. Killing sometimes (but that’s just work related.)

Knocking at the door. Ignore it.

Leaning over that panting sphynx cat on the bed, he grips that throat with both hands. A short, surprised gasp escapes their mouth and they come back to life. They’re so tired from the pounding earlier. Cooper is a little exhausted too. Not his dick. That thing is ready to drill a hole to the center of the earth. It’ll take Ghost pussy as a substitute in the meantime. Gripping that cock with his hand and lining it up to the hole, cooper harshly pushes inside. A sharp scream comes from that kitty below him. Oooooooooh that’s nice… that’s so nice. It’s so warm, he missed this for the minute he was in the bathroom. Those middle-aged hips pushed forward, spreading that resistant cunt even more and feeling how wet they were.

Yeah kitty. That’s such a good kitty. Lay there and take it. I’m aching so bad to dump a load into you. Fucking hell. I wonder what our kids would look like… Well, not ours. Yours. Not taking responsibility for that shit.

Those scarred and brutal hands quickly found that neck again, squeezing it ever so tight. Horrible hands. Hands that haven’t been through war but their association with Cooper soils them. Working hands that have touched more throats than tools in their life.

This was pure bliss. The exhausted and drugged up look their face had been getting him so close. Was he really going to finish this soon? He was thrusting into that pussy so hard and quick it was shaking the entire bed. It wasn’t even a full bed, just a mattress on the floor. A disgusting mattress. Should be thrown into the trash- no. It should be burned. It should be reduced to atoms and then have those atoms sent to space. The number of stains and blood spilt on this mattress was downright hazardous. Not to anyone’s health, but to the feng shui of the entire room - no, house – no. This world. Nothing good comes from those on this mattress or around it. Around Cooper.
 
Someone’s knocking. Probably Nick. Just ignore him.

Loud grunts. Snarling. Aching. Cooper didn’t realize it, but he was drooling. He looked like a monster to Ghost, something like a sleep paralysis demon that didn’t steal your dreams but your innocence and safety. There was nothing good about him at all. Maybe there was once, but the aura surrounding this beast choking the life out of this poor cat was overwhelming. If an Esper was in this room right now they would surely die from the infectious, malignant, abusive, downright foul emotions felt from that man. Their death might turn even the biggest skeptic into a believer. Heavy panting. Not from being out of breath, but from the feral side of him coming out. The pure need to breed this mating partner he found and if anybody stopped him right now, he wo-

Fuck. I’m so close kitty. I need to cum so bad in you. I think I might have a heart attack and die if I don’t soon. God I wanna see your belly get so full. I don’t want to see you breathe. Stop breathing and keep scratching me. Shut the fuck up! That’s it. Leave your marks. Ugh. Such a good cat. Uuuhn… I’m gonna knock you up. I’m gonna knock you up, kitty. You’re gonna create more of me. You and all the others before you. Oh! Oh! Nick keeps knocking. God I gotta cum so bad. I can’t yet, why? He keeps knocking at the door. I’m so close too. FUCK!

Cooper lets go of the throat and pulls his dick out. A comical wet noise signaled the escape of his dick from that hole, cartoon artists cursing themselves for not being able to recreate it. Orgasm delayed by the distracting knocking at the door. He was trying so hard to get her to stop breathing and be quiet so he could cum. Don’t talk without permission. Don’t breathe without permission. Follow the rules! He liked it quiet, but only he can make noise. Only I get to make noise, nobody else. Don’t even fucking scream either, or I’ll beak your face. I’ll tear your holes open with my dick and rub the blood on myself. On my dick. My face. My chest. My arms I’ll drink it if I want.

Swinging the door open, cooper looks down at Nick. He was in his wheelchair. Dressed in only his underwear and a stupid fucking t-shirt with some faggot design on it. Grr.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!”

Nick was terrified. Not horrified, because he didn’t know what cooper would do to him. Terror comes from the unknown. It was fine to be terrified of Cooper but save the horror for after he gapes your ass and leaves you with a broken nose. That raging erection staring at him felt like it wanted to break through his skull and fuck his brain out the other end. Wide eyed and mouth agape, Nick gulped. “Um…I… I thought you were going to bring food home… I jus-“

Food. He wants food. Like a pet. Fucking useless fag.

“…you’re hungry? Just get shit from the fridge. I don’t have time for your moronic shit Nick. Bye.”

“Bu-“

He slammed the door back in his face and turned around, getting right back to business. He had to cum quick, his heart was beating out of his chest. Dick feeling like it was swollen and set to explode any second now. Going through the motions again Cooper got back to his business. It was quick too. He was so close. Hands around the neck. That desperate expression. Claws on his skin. Blood drawn. Drool falling onto that exposed tummy. Dick deep inside that fuckhole.

Balls tensed up. He knew this was it. His much-needed release. Poor Ghost hadn’t gotten any release at all tonight. Maybe release from life would be nice for them, but that wouldn’t happen now. The only one who gets a good time tonight was Cooper.

Oh god kitty! I’m right there! I’m gonna cum! I wanna cut you too. I wanna cut you open and see me cum inside. I wanna see it lay in your belly and create more of me. I need to see it happen. I wanna make you cry. Bleed. Die. Bring you back and do it again. You’re mine now. You were made to take this dick. You wer- Ugh!

He bottoms out. Shaking so much that he can’t keep himself propped up on that neck, falling onto Ghost and digging those brutal claws into the fucked-up mattress to create even more ruin in his world. The joy he got from draining his nuts into an unwilling hole was off the charts. This high was better than any drug. He should be medicated, but why do that when he can feel good by taking from others? The only one making noise in that room is him. A sick and twisted groan from him signaling he was unloading into that hole. That dick pumping so hard it was hurting him. Loads of his disgusting and vile seed planting itself inside of that pussy, the sick feeling of pleasure he gets from knowing he just bred someone – it was bliss. His legs are shaking. Face pushed against ghost’s own face as he locks eyes with them. Panting so heavy like he just gave birth. Panting so heavily he was like a wild animal. He looked demented. Possessed. That wild expression and messy hair, battle scars from fighting and fucking. Marking his territory. Spreading his seed. The natural need to create offspring to ensure the survival of his species. His dick just won’t stop feeding into that hole. He continues to gasp and grunt. That’s what he likes.

He likes showing his ugly. Being ugly. Letting ugly pile. Turning the ugliness around him into something worse, having it fester and infect others around him. He knows that they hate him. He doesn’t care. That’s what he likes.

He doesn’t want to pull out. He wants to ensure that his seed plants. More of him are made. If they aren’t him, then they’ll remind them of him. Like all the others. Like Nick.

Maybe he can make Nick like him? Would he change? He’s gone through a significant trauma in his life… maybe he likes him the way he is now. Time will tell, surely.

Nick is a bit of a pussy though… maybe I can get through to him. Need to get him to man up first… hmm. Hmm…

Cooper looked down. Ghost was so out of it. Eyes closed. Breathing slow. Bloody and fucked up face. Too weak to fight back anymore. Hoping the entire house around them would just collapse and Cooper would be erased from existence alongside them.

…

“Nick! C’mere! I gotta show you something! I got your dinner ready!” Cooper shouted out. Voice loud enough to echo down the hallway. A smile was spread across his face. Toothy. Sick. Ugly…
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