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Warrior-Z X Garf copypasta part 2

The silence was deafening as Warrior-Z took a step closer, his own pants feeling tight and restrictive against his body. The rise of the AfD party in the news had left him feeling vulnerable, a target for the kind of hate that often accompanied such political movements. He had hoped that his soyjaks would serve as a beacon of light in the dark, but user lowlight had only added to his burden, mocking his beliefs and identity without a care for the pain it caused. The anger bubbled up inside him, a fiery force that fueled his need for intimacy, for someone to hold him and tell him that he wasn't alone.

Garf could sense the tension coiled in Warrior-Z's body, the fear of being discovered, of being judged. He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. His black-red striped shirt, a small token of Warrior-Z's affection from their weekly market visit, felt like a lifeline connecting them, a silent declaration of solidarity in the face of the world's cruelty.

Days earlier, Garf had stumbled upon Warrior-Z's secret stash of Princess Cadence porn, hidden in a folder titled "Equestrian Studies." At first, he had felt a mix of confusion and surprise, but as he took in the tender, loving embraces between the cartoon characters, he realized it was more than just a guilty pleasure. It was an escape, a world where love and acceptance were the norm, not the exception. He had kept the discovery to himself, choosing instead to ask for more of the same, hoping it would be a gateway to the intimacy they both craved.

Now, standing bare before Garf, Warrior-Z felt a wave of vulnerability wash over him. But it was Garf's gentle touch, his unwavering gaze, that gave him the strength to let go. He leaned in, capturing Garf's lips in a fiery kiss that sent shockwaves through both their bodies. Garf's arms tightened around him, holding him close, as their tongues danced together, exploring and reassuring. The taste of mint from Garf's toothpaste mixed with the salty sweetness of his skin, creating a heady cocktail that intoxicated Warrior-Z.

Breaking the kiss, Garf's cheeks were flushed, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He took a deep, shaky breath and whispered, "I love you, Warrior-Z." The words hung in the air, thick with emotion and unspoken desires. Warrior-Z's heart raced, unsure how to respond, but the sincerity in Garf's voice was undeniable.

With trembling hands, Garf reached for the hem of his own shirt, revealing a collection of soy-themed pins and patches scattered across his chest. "I know it's weird," he began, "but I have my own stash... of soy-themed erotica." His voice was barely a murmur, a confession of his deepest, most personal secret.

Warrior-Z X Garf copypasta part 3

Warrior-Z couldn't help but smile at the sight of Garf's backpack, adorned with Genshin Impact pins, each one a tiny, gleaming declaration of his love for the game. It was a stark contrast to the seriousness of the moment, and the absurdity of it all seemed to break the tension that had been building between them. He stepped closer, tracing his finger along the outline of one of the pins, feeling the rough edges of the metal dig into his skin. "It's not weird, Garf," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "It's just... you."

Garf's cheeks reddened further as he let out a small laugh, a sound that was music to Warrior-Z's ears. "Thanks," he said, his voice filled with relief. He took a step closer, their bodies now touching, the warmth of their bare chests mingling. "But I need to tell you something else." His eyes searched Warrior-Z's face, looking for any signs of judgment or mockery, but finding none, he took a deep breath and continued, "I'm still sad about Yevgeny Prigozhin."

Warrior-Z's smile faded, his gaze growing serious. He knew about Garf's obsession with the jewish oligarch, how he had been a silent admirer of his strategic prowess, often posting about him on social media. The news of his downfall had hit Garf hard, leaving him feeling lost and disillusioned. "I know," he murmured, his thumb brushing over Garf's bottom lip. "But tonight, let's focus on us."

The room felt charged with an unspoken understanding, the electricity between them palpable. Garf's heart raced as he took in Warrior-Z's appearance, the soft light playing on his features. He looked so much like a real-life version of the Venezuelan FNF character, with his dark hair and piercing gaze that could cut through any digital facade. But there was something more to him, something that made Garf's stomach flutter.

Warrior-Z gently pulled away, his gaze drifting to the clock on the wall. The digits read 2 AM, a stark reminder of the time that had slipped away unnoticed. With a sigh, he nodded, "You're right. I should get going." His eyes searched the darkness outside the window, the reflection of the streetlights dancing on the panes of glass. The quiet hum of the city was a stark contrast to the chaos that often filled his thoughts, especially when memories of his past actions crept in.

The weight of his past deeds pressed down on him as he stared into the night sky. The stars were obscured by the urban sprawl, but he knew they were there, silent witnesses to his darkest moments. In the quiet of the night, he often found himself reliving the moments he had spent with those innocent German children, the power and the fear that had thrummed through him as he had taken their innocence. It was a secret that haunted him, a stain on his soul that no meme could scrub away.

But tonight was different. Tonight, he had Garf, whose love felt like a balm to his bruised heart. He looked into his eyes, seeing the unblemished trust shining there, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to feel hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, he could be forgiven, if not by the world, then at least by the one person who knew his deepest, darkest secrets.