#fuckmarrykill

Oh goddddd

Imre: fuck Orla, marry Percy and kill Sally

Nia: can't I kill them all? Fine. Fuck Percy, marry Sally and kill Orla

I am excited, whom of the Marvel Universe you FuckMarryKill  

Edit: The gifs only work properly on mobile devices when you do screenshots. The drag version you play on laptop always shows the same results. Any tipps, why?

okay so obviously i kill victor van dort so he can be w emily like he deserves

fuck beetlejuice bc he’d be into some crazy shit and i’d be into it but he’s also not a long term kinda guy

Chris Pratt

@texas-tank was working out for the second time today when he noticed something was off. All the other patrons were working out as usual, but it was like they were strangely in-sync. Of course it's not that weird to run as fast as your neighbour etc, but even their breathing was synchronised! Finally when one beefcake put down his dumbbells and everyone grunted, he had enough and he quickly grabbed his towel before running to the lockers. On his way there he got stopped by a personal trainer. 

“Hey buddy, slow down and relax, will you?” 

A weird feeling came over Tank and he started to calm down. All that was happening was still freaky and he still wanted to gtfo, but perhaps he shouldn't rush as much. With a much calmer stroll he walked up to his locker which he opened and cleaned out completely, with the intention of leaving and never returning. When he closed it, the owner of the gym was waiting for him behind it. 

“Hey buddy, take a nice long shower, will you?” 

Tank blinked a few times and found himself walking over towards the showers, before he realised what was happening he was rinsing himself deeply. Then the wall of muscles in front of him turned around. Tankie had gotten a full erection from the rinsing and all the muscles, so he was quite anxious to see what the professional bodybuilder was gonna do to him. But instead of the expected punch, a deep voice reverberated out of the roided hunk. 

“Let go completely and fuck me, will you?”

 The phrase bounced around in his head and within seconds he grabbed his pole and drove it into the waiting hole. He looked over the musclehead's shoulder to another patron in the showers and saw them a little hunched over. He was gonna ask if they were okay, but then he realised that his hole was opening and closing, like something was entering him constantly. He decided to test out his theory and pulled his cock out for a little, and unsurprisingly the hole relaxed. The patron then turned around to the pair, completely glazed over. 

“Continue fucking us- uhhh him and stealing some of his muscles, will you?” 

The guy then turned around again, waiting for the sensation of Tank's cock entering his hivemind. Tank wrapped his hands around his lover, stroking his cock and feeling up the muscles while they started to slowly shrink. His pecs started to jut out a little while his biceps started to firm up. He moaned as his ass bubbled a little and he flexed his muscles in front of the stud he was taking them from. Even though they were moaning and pounding themselves onto Tank, internally they were screaming at both the loss of muscles and the fact he was having sex with a fag. Tank had been edging the whole time, but when the theft was finished he decided to dump his load in the open hole. Blasts of cum painted the inside of the jock, who now was less Mr. Olympia and more fitness model. Loud moans came from every room in the gym, shaking Tank from his trance. “What the fuck is happening?!” The jock started walking towards him, making Tank back up until he felt the owner's muscles stop him from being able to walk further. 

“Stand still, will you?” Then another patron added “Listen to us, will you?” Patrons kept walking into the showers, cramming the room while saying new commands. “Obey every command, will you?” “Dress appropriately from now on, will you?” “Grow out that beard a little, will you?” Ever single 'will you?’ was another assault on Tank's mind, and soon he started to lose consciousness. All the commands were flying around him, and while he was still taking them all him, changing him piece by piece, Tank was way too dazed to comprehend anything at that moment. The last few commands he heard before completely dropping were “Believe you're Chris Pratt from now on, will you?”, “Put on this suit, will you?” and “Go to this location, will you?” 

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"Chris, do you?”

Chris broke out of his haze and looked to his right where he saw Dwayne Johnson staring at him. On his left he found 50 chairs with 50 celebs, who all looked really anxious. Standing behind him was Chris Hemsworth, completely nude apart from a jock strap that read "Be(a)st Man”. He was groping his erection while fingering himself, making Chris chuckle. Lastly he looked in front of him, where he saw Tom Holland in a tux. Tom looked a little annoyed and repeated The Rock's question, this time a tad slower. 

"Chris, do you?”

Chris looked around for a little before smiling and shouting “I do!” The Rock then completed the ceremony and Chris pulled Tom in for a dip and a kiss. They broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes lovingly. He'd go to the end of the world for his husband.