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content warning for like Charlie Kirk yaoi (w donald ofc), grief, minor gore description, unexpected pregnancy, and sexual scenes, and very shitty writing
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The yaoi
Donald Trump pushed Charlie Kirk down onto the bed.
Steamy sexy sweat rolled down Charlies forehead, cheek and throat.
“N-n-no Daddy Trump, not here”
“What do you mean Charlie Kitten, the bed is precisely the place for the activities”
Donald replied, licking his dry, pale orange lips.
Charlie clutched his alpha closer and slipped his fingers through his hair softly.
“I-i suppose you’re right…” he murdered into a bright blue suit clad shoulder.
“W-wait, “ Donald started, raising his head a little in shock “Charlie kitten, whats that on your neck??”
He ran his fingers over charlie’s neck and they came away with sticky blood.
“W-what is this?? Who did this to you??!!”
Trump growled, barely contained alpha rage rushing through his veins at the sight of his mate’s wound.
Charlie just smiled sadly and cupped Trumps cheeks in his hands.
“Trump-chan, i died this morning. You knew that. I just hoped we could have one last night of passion in my ghost form before i am truly lost from this world.”
A tear rolled down Trumps cheek. He knew it was true. He decided he needed to make the most of it, and they had the most freaky sex ever all night even though the bed broke.
Then, in the morning a sliver of light broke through the curtains. As it shone onto Charlie, his body evaporated, and taking with it Trumps dick which was still inside Charlie.
“Noooooo…” Trump howled.
He screamed out “God you vulture, bring him back or take me with him…”
The melodious tunes he bellowed were lost on the deaf ears of the empty white house.
Sobbing, Trump went to his daily duties of talking abt how he didnt like queer people of colour very much.
Weeks passed, and yet the gaping hole Charlie had left in Trumps heart had yet to wane.
He had taken on sunken cheeks, a greenish tinge, and half lidded eyes in his grief.
Barely being able to handle the sight of this on top of his usual ugliness, his spray tan technician, Dr erykistired urged him strongly to go to the doctor.
On the long drive to the hospital, as donald had shut most of them down due to their DEI hires, he gazed sadly out the window, watching rain drip down the glass, paralleling the way Charlie’s life dripped away from him as the blood dripped out of his neck.
He also saw out the window two women wearing name tags, one of them saying Emily and the other Nicole. “Wanna make out?” Nicole asked. “Yes.” Emily answered. The yuried it.
Dr erykistired began to leave before remembering he was a doctor, and also the only doctor that would treat Donald after his anti healthcare and medical research/science claims.
“So, Mr Trump, can you describe the symptoms you’ve been having recently?”
Donald blinked nervously. He honestly didn’t even know, every day without Charlie was a blur. Tuning into his senses, a headache was brewing in his temples, his heart was almost beating right out of his chest and hunger gnawed at his stomach. He opened his desert dry mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word he fainted.
As he came to and blinked the blurry edges out of his vision, he was met with several wires and machines hooked up to his body, and a thin blanket resting over him. He twisted his head to see the rest of the hospital bed and then up to see Dr Erykistired who was sitting in a chair beside it.
“Ah, hello Mr Trump. It’s good to see you’re waking up well. Don’t be intimidated by all these machines, you’re just old as fuck and therefore are always on the verge of dying.”
Donald nodded along. He swallowed the guilt he always felt each morning when he woke up, the sorrow that crushed down on him after those few moments when he forgot and thought that everything was fine. However, the next words the doctor said were enough to shock him out of his spiral.
“You see, Mr President, we ran some tests and, it looks like you’re pregnant.”
“N-no!” Donald cried “That can’t be!! I’m an alpha, I’m sure of it!”
“Well, sometimes, in the cases of great loving bonds, alphas can be impregnated.” Dr Erykistired replied.
“B-b-but, I can’t keep this child!!”
Dr Erykistired sighed and gave him a look of condolence.
“I’m sorry Mr Trump, but due to the ‘Pregnant 11 Year Old’s Must Carry And Raise The Child They Were Conceived With For The Safety Of The Country Act’ you put in place, no one who has been impregnated may have an abortion or give their child up for adoption. You must raise it to the best of your ability.”
After leaving the hospital, at home, Donald Trump sank to the floor. He looked up at the stars and spoke with him as if they were his only connection to Charlie.
“Oh Charlie, did you know when you were alive? That our love was great enough to create a child? I always knew you wanted to keep it as our shameful secret, and I shall keep it as best i can but… i did let myself believe you loved me back….” He flung open door to the balcony.
“Please Charlie… Do you love me?!”
There was nothing but empty silence.
“Answer me!!” He sobbed. “Answer meee-e-e!!”
“Oh lord,” He cried. “I wish you could answer…”
And yet the warm air around him embraced him with tender strokes, the stars that shone the brightest spelt MAGA, and birds began to land around him. They chirped, hopping to and fro, as if urging him to get up and join.
“Oh,” He sniffed “Oh, Charlie you are answering!”
The wind fluffed up his hair, taking tufts of it away as it did because he was balding, the stars twinkled gleefully, and the birds flew up around me.
“Thank you, dear Charlie, thank you! And with your blessing I shall be the greatest pregnant president the world has ever seen!”
Donald Trump, ran inside, happiness filling him at the reunification with Charlie’s spirit, and he burned with passion, drafting bill after bill to legalise cruelty towards minorities.
As the months of his pregnancy passed Donalds belly swelled, although no one could notice because he was so fat already.
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just watched addyharajukus video on anime tourists and like not to be ragebaited or anything but
wdym ppl are saying that getting into anime after 2020 means that youre the same as the colonizers of indigenous ppl?? like you cant just make light of shit like the genocide of native people and the erasure of their culture and then when ppl call you out on it say its ‘not that deep’
dewd ‘TheAnimeMan’ should be ashamed of himself. Not to say he needs to be like burnt at the stake or anything i just rly hope he realised how fricked of a take that is
