“Hey. Hey. Hey Randy. Randy. Randy wake up.”
Randy groggily blinked sleep from his eyes, only to jump at the sight of Chris Mclean, barely an inch from his face.
Randys eyes darted around the room nervously as he got his bearings. He was in the loser quarters of “Total Drama World Tour” with the rest of team “Chris is really (x5) hot”
Why chris was here, however, Randy couldn’t fathom. The man hated being in the loser quarters because it was “too gross” for him.
His looked at Chris again, and noticed the man was wearing his dumb little blue suit.
“Wh- huh? What’s uh- what’s up Chris?” He asked, hesitantly pulling his blanket up over his shoulders. If Chris woke him up because the he wanted a quick fuck in the middle of the night, Randy was going to shove him out of the plane. That would’ve worked during season one, but after how he had been treated during season two, he was over being Chris’s little pet. and if he was jealous of Sierra for being Chris’s new favorite, that was unrelated.
Chris stared at him with his creepy dark eyes for a moment longer before grinning, “whats up, is you’ve just won the chance of a lifetime!! Get up- and stay quiet, the others can’t know about this.”
Randy tensed his shoulders uncomfortably, “cool, yeah uh, sure.”
He had meant to say something else. Ask Chris what was going on, or tell the man to screw off and go back to bed, but instead, he sighed, and got up.
“Great! Your outfit is waiting for you in bathroom, hop to it!”
Grumbling, Randy obeyed, for reasons he couldn’t fathom. The bathroom was small and cramped and gross and had the confessional camera in it, but all of that disappeared from Randys mind when he saw the outfit Chris had given him. It was a light blue dress, the same color as Chris’s suit, with red accents like his stupid little bow tie. More importantly, was the fact that it included a veil. That was… suspicious. He put it on despite every survival instinct screaming at him not to. He put the entire little outfit on, excluding the garter. He wasn’t doing that.
He stepped out of the bathroom, and there was Chris, smiling at him.
“Are you gonna explain what this is yet Chris? Because if it’s another one of your stupid pranks, i- “ “whoah, calm down babe! It’s not a prank, i swear- jeez you look good.”
Randy flushed, humiliated as Chris leered at him, and dangled the garter in front of him, “if it’s not a prank, than what the heck was this?”
Chris’s eyes widened in surprise, as Randy shoved the garter at him.
“You didn’t put it on! C’mon, that’s a wedding tradition!”
“A WHAT?”
Chris put a hand over his mouth, silencing him, “I thought i told you, be quiet!”
Randy bit him, “Chris, please, either tell me whats going on, or- or i scream.”
With a sigh, he pulled his hand back, wiping it on his suit.
“Fine. Heres the deal, i’m having some…. Taxation/financial issues this season, and the easiest way to get out of it is to get married, and you’re uh-“
He raised an eyebrow, “what, the only one you’ve had sex with? The easiest to manipulate?”
“You’re my FAVORITE contestant, so i thought you’d be perfect for this!”
He scoffed, and dug at the airplane carpet with the toe of his boot. Chris hadn’t supplied new shoes. It was hard to tell when Chris was serious about anything, marriage included. They were wearing matching outfits though, that was kinda cute.
“You know i’m a minor, right?”
But if it was really marriage, then maybe that meant Chris still loved him! Maybe Chris had ever loved him.
The man rolled his eyes, “obviously i know you’re a minor. That’s why we had to keep this on the down-low for the past couple months, you were getting too obvious! And i’m not fit for jail. But, that shouldn’t be a problem this time!”
Chris produced a large stack of paper that Randy recognized as his contract. Chris fingered through it, before pulling out a specific page and showing it to him, “both your parents signed this. Granted, i put it right in the middle of all these waivers, so i doubt they actually knew what they were signing, but they signed it anyways!”
A “Parental Consent to Marriage Form” according to the heading. Randy didn’t want to get sucked back into to Chris’s orbit, but the man was a black hole. Crushing and destroying everything that it touched, and impossible to get away from.
“So, whattya say baby?” Chris said with a smile, getting down on one knee, “will you marry me?”
There were so many reasons to say no, not least of all because Randy was absolutely terrified what might happen if he told Chris no. He was also just over half Chris’s age, not to mention the power imbalance, considering he was dependent on the show for his income. Chris was also a highly unstable individual and a poor partner, romantically. He was prone to tantrums and would use his power, status, and money to hurt anyone he could.
So there was only one answer.
“I- sure. I’ll marry you Chris!”
It wasn’t supposed to be that. Chris got off his knee and kissed Randy, hard, for the first time in months. The older man’s tongue was shoved down his throat and he choked and he loved it. They pulled apart and Chris grinned, “Chef is gonna fly us low, and we’re gonna meet up with a buddy of mine in Toronto. Originally we were supposed to meet up in Vegas, but APPARENTLY you have to be a citizen to marry a minor in the US, lame.”
Randy chuckled, endeared by Chris’s frustration, “alrighty. But you had better treat me to something nice after the wedding.”
Chris just smiled at him.
An hour, some definitely legal alcohol, and the shadiest guy Randy had ever met later, he had made the worst decision of his life, and married Chris Mclean. They had a matching pair of gold bands, and were also drunk, which Randy had never been before, and was currently stumbling back to the plane, clutching Chris’s suit jacket for support. He looked unhappy that his jacket was being touched, but he let it slide, considering he had just forced the kid to marry him.
He wanted to say something to Chris, but he couldn’t figure out what. Randy didn’t like being drunk, it made all his thoughts mush together, and slide around like butter on a hot pan.
“You uh. Doing okay back there dude?” Chris had stopped, and Randy immediately walked into him, sputtering and stumbling back.
“Yeesh, maybe i DID give you too much to drink?”
Randy steadied himself, and then pushed his face right back into Chris’s chest, intentionally this time, “you smell nice…”
Chris grimaced, and pulled Randy off of him, “I mean, duh, of course i do.” He held the boy at arms length and scoffed, “but you’ve never been keen on sniffing me before, i think. What gives?”
Randy pouted, his face red from embarrassment, “well- since we’re married, i just thought you would- i dunno…”
Chris blinked, before grinning, “OH, i get it! You’ve been waiting for us to uh- what’s it called… oh yeah, consummation! Honeymoon style! Well don’t you worry sweetheart, as soon as we get back, i promise i’ll-!”
Randy tuned him out. That wasn’t what he had wanted. In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted. Maybe some affection? It’s not like chris would ever say he loved him, but something, something that wasn’t competitions and tax benefits and sex. Something that made it feel like it meant something to Chris.
He sighed, and followed Chris obediently, twisting his ring anxiously on his finger. It was simple. Even though Chris certainly had the money to go all out, something about “not being to obvious” got Randy stuck with this. Was he bitter? Of course not! That’d be stupid. Ha.
The plane was just as dark and quiet as it had been when they left. Chris led him by one hand into the host’s personal quarters, which were even more luxurious than the winners quarters. The bed was massive, too big for the two of them, and certainly too big for Chris by himself. Randy rolled his eyes, and Chris smirked at him.
“C’mon now kiddo, let’s get you outta that dress.” He said, already pushing Randy supine onto the bed and shoving the skirt of the dress up. He allowed Chris to undress him, laying limp as the older man pulled his clothes off and tossed them uncaringly to the side. He kissed back when Chris kissed him, but didn’t take initiative. The host could be a bit of a control freak in the bedroom, since his own pleasure was always his highest priority. Randy came second.
Chris straddled his mostly naked body, and began to remove his own clothing. Randy had, of course, seen Chris naked a dozen times, and yet he still found himself transfixed by the older mans toned body. He was beautiful, especially in comparison to Randy. Randy, who was small, and soft, and acne covered. He often found himself wondering how someone as attractive as Chris Mclean himself could want someone like him.
Chris usually liked to put on a little show while stripping, but today, the clothes flew across the room and landed in a pile with Randys dress. That was better for him honestly. He wanted to go to bed soon.
His eyes landed on Chris’s still clothed groin, watching intently. But chris didn’t take his underwear off immediately. Instead, he leaned back down and kissed Randy again, hungrily this time, “i can’t believe you tried to avoid me this season! And last season! But, of course, you couldn’t stay away forever.”
He licked Randys cheek, and Randy shuddered in disgust.
“Awwww you look so cute when you’re unhappy,” Chris cooed, and in response, Randy bucked his hips against Chris’s impatiently, “C- c’mon, just do it already.”
The older man chuckled, and dutifully pulled off his boxers.
“Feisty huh? You’re lucky i like that in you kid, else I’d have you off the show for always being such a brat” Chris said, and Randy just shrugged, Chris threatened him plenty, but nothing that Chris did off camera could compare to the messed up shit he made them do when the cameras were rolling. After all, what was the point of tormenting his contestants if he couldn’t get ratings from it?
Chris’s dick certainly wasn’t anything massive. It wasn’t small, but despite what Chris would say, he was not “rocking a horse cock.” If he had actually been, Randy likely wouldnt have fucked him.
Regardless, that wasn’t to say the man had no sexual experience, Randy mused as his own boxers were pulled off and discarded, Chris had fucked plenty of people before Randy, and during Randy. He knew that if Chris could get away with fucking a contestant like Lindsay or Alejandro, he’d do it in a heartbeat.
Chris spit on his fingers, and Randy cringed. He knew full well the man had lube, and simply preferred to use saliva because it was more uncomfortable for his partner. Chris was the very definition of a sadist, both in and out of the bedroom, so really, Randy should be grateful that Chris was willing to even do this for him,
He sighed, already exhausted, and then flinched, as he felt Chris prod at his pussy. The two had an unspoken rule, Chris only fucked his ass, and they both pretended Randy was cis.
That’s really all Randy needed from sex
“the hell are you doing?” He spat out, staring into Chris’s unfaltering face, and the older man simply grinned at him.
“I know you’ve never done this before, but, now that we’re married, it doesn’t matter if you get pregnant!”
Randy splutter, as he scrambled away from Chris, “is that really what you think I’m afraid of here?”
Chris shrugged, “what else would you be worried about?” He said, before grabbing the boys ankle and pulling him back.
His choices were to try to convince Chris not to do this, or to take it. And once Chris had set his mind on something, it would happen. So this was happening, whether Randy liked it or not. He went limp again, allowing Chris to have his way with him. The man pressed his two spit-slick fingers against the boys entrance, and pushed inside.
Randy had never really stuck anything inside of him. When he wanted to masturbate, he stuck to his clit, as he found penetration generally uncomfortable. This really wasn’t any different, and he grimaced as Chris fingered him slowly. It didn’t feel good, but it didn’t feel bad. He relaxed into it, flinching only a little when Chris added a third finger
He looked around the fancy room they were in. It was extravagant. With pictures of Chris’s own face decorating it. Cute. He wondered how much all this costed. More than the rest of them were paid combined, almost definitely. Chris was a millionaire, in no small part because of total drama itself, so Randy wouldn’t be surprised if the contents of this room were worth upwards of a hundred thousand.
His attention was brought back to the situation by Chris’s cock prodding at his entrance. His breath hitched, and Chris rubbed at his hip soothingly. His hand was cold.
Slowly, Chris pushed inside of the boy, groaning as he did so.
“God you’re tight- i knew you’d save yourself for me.” He said, slowly bottoming out. Randy wanted to hurl. So much was wrong right now. He hurt, badly, and yet it also felt a little good. It wasn’t pleasure, more like scratching an itch. It was soothing, having sex with Chris again after almost a year avoiding him. It felt like this is where he was meant to be.
Clearly, however, he wasn’t reactive enough, because Chris bit him on the shoulder. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck. He put a little bit more effort into his performance this time. He gasped when Chris thrusted, moaned when there was a lull in the sounds Chris made, did everything he was supposed to.
He really didn’t want Chris to cum in him. He said as much, and Chris laughed it off and came inside anyways.
If Randy got pregnant he’d abort it, no matter what Chris said.
They lay in the bed together, and this is what Randy really liked. The afterglow, where he could lay on Chris’s chest, and feel safe. Feel loved, even as the older man ignored him in favor of scrolling on his phone.
It felt domestic. Like they could be a real couple, instead of… whatever this was.
He started to doze off, until Chris shoved him in the arm.
“Hey. Wake up. Go get cleaned up, you need to be back in the loser quarters before everyone else wakes up.”
Randy sighed, and did exactly as he was told, fiddling with his gold band as he did so.
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Epilogue.
Alejandro.
Alejandro considered himself quite observant. So, when one of his teammates woke up looking particularly tired, he noticed, but didn’t think much of it. Spending a night in the loser quarters, it could be hard to sleep, and Randy had always seemed so… sensitive.
But Chris had dark circles under his eyes too, and Chris never looked tired. That was cause for suspicion, so he started watching the two of them. Chris casually touched Randy more than any other contestant, and often touched him on the lower back and face. The two of them were often absent at the same times. Randy, for how nervous and vulnerable he seemed, was stubbornly resistant to Alejandros seduction. If Alejandro didn’t know any better, he’d say somebody else had already taken advantage of the vulnerable little boy
It only took him a day to put together the rings. Chris showed his hands often enough, and jewelry wasn’t exactly a surprise, but Randys hands were often in his pockets or behind his back. Once he saw it, pieces started clicking together. Randy hated Sierra, who was currently Chris’s “pet contestant.” Randy stared at Chris the same way all the girls stared at Alejandro. He had quite frankly, already assumed Chris was queer, but the predator part was a bit of a surprise. Alejandro might’ve been a manipulative “eel,” but even he wouldn’t stoop that low. Marrying a minor? Almost definitely fucking said minor? That was messed up.
Besides, if he could convince Randy that he needed to leave Chris, he could get him out of the competition. A win-win.
So, the next time he saw Randy, he pulled the boy aside, into a quiet corner, hopefully away from the prying eyes of the too-many cameras.
“Jeez, what do you want Alejandro? I’m supposed to be meeting Chris about now.”
Alejandro smiled pityingly at the boy, “actually, that’s exactly what i wanted to talk about.”
Randy blinked, and Alejandro could watch as he put the pieces together and paled, sweat dripping down his brow. Alejandro looked down, and saw him cover the ring with one hand. No wonder Chris liked him, he was cute.
“See, Randal, i’ve noticed that you and our dearest host have an… interesting relationship. And i was curious to hear your perspective on it.”
Randy blinked at him, his small chest rising and falling like a little bunny as he panicked internally. Perfect, now he could comfort him.
“Look, you don’t have to tell me what happened, but if he’s forcing you into something you don’t want to do, i can help you get out of here, if you need it?”
For a moment, Randy’s eyes lit up with an emotion that Alejandro couldn’t recognize, before it disappeared, as the intercom in the hall rang out in Chris’s voice;
“WILL RANDY PLEASE REPORT TO MY QUARTERS? I NEED TO TALK TO HIM.”
Randy’s dull eyes stared up at him, and he smiled softly at him.
“Thanks Alejandro, but i think… i think i’ll be staying here. I’ll see you around.”
And then the boy was gone, and Alejandro was left with a sinking feeling that something very bad had just happened.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Total Drama (Cartoon)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage Sex
Relationships: Chris McLean/Original Character(s), Chris McLean/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Chris McLean, Original Male Character(s), Alejandro Burromuerto
Additional Tags: Extremely Dubious Consent, Child Marriage, Forced Marriage, Bad Sex, Underage Drinking, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Sex, Painful Sex, Kinda, Chris McLean being an asshole, Chris McLean is a Creep, Protective Alejandro Burromuerto, Manipulative Alejandro Burromuerto
Summary:
“I was ignored, but now, i’m adored, because i extorted, tortured, and lied…!”
-creepy old guy from beetlejuice
i got through 6 rough frames before i realized that, while the arm movement was fine, i had TOTALLY fucked up the chest. so now i have closed Clip Studio (for tonight) and am opening IPTTB to take it out on Logan 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
Reminder that pro-para sentiments do not harm survivors, pro-para sentiments do not "glorify abuse", and pro-para sentiments ARE helpful for those with OCD and intrusive thoughts.
Your thoughts do NOT make you a bad person, your attractions do NOT make you inherently abusive. And yes this does include scary things like MAPs, zoos, and more.
[ i am anti-c. please respect that & dni if you are pro-c or supportive. ]
The bipartisan push to remove anonymity from the internet is ushering in an era of unprecedented mass surveillance and censorship.
"The problem is that there’s no way to reliably verify someone’s age without verifying who they are. A platform cannot magically discern that a user is 16 without collecting identifying information, whether through government documents such as a passport, payment information like a credit card, or other identity-disclosing data. Whether that data is stored by the platform itself or outsourced to a vendor, the result is always the same: A user’s offline identity is forever linked with their online behavior.
Stripping anonymity from the internet would constitute one of the most sweeping rollbacks of civil rights in recent history. It would allow for unprecedented levels of mass surveillance and censorship, endangering the most marginalized members of society. Whistleblowers exposing corporate wrongdoing could be tracked and fired, government employees speaking out about illegal behavior or bad policies could face prosecution, and activists organizing protests could be identified and surveilled before ever setting foot on the street."
And this is exactly the kind of thing US lawmakers will decide for US citizens, and it will effect everyone who uses the internet globally. Already any kind of age verification amounts to "hand over your government identification to a private US corporation".
I dont know what solutions might be on a broader scale, but its absurd for one country to have this much power and for their private corporations to be handed this amount of authority from literally world governments demanding "safety for children". This power structure is absurd.
Yall USians have got to shut down all this bullshit, youre the ones who vote these people in and out. Theyre not gonna give a shit what foreigners have to say.
If you live in Alaska, Florida, Indiana, Kansas, Louisiana, Missouri, Montana, South Dakota, or Texas, we need you to take action to protect disability rights! ASAN’s plain language action alert explains what’s happening and how you can help. https://autisticadvocacy.org/2026/02/take-action-to-protect-disability-rights/
If you don’t live in these states, share this post with someone who does!
Update on Texas v Kennedy — advocates in Indiana convinced their state to drop out of this case!
Let’s keep going — if you live in Alaska, Montana, South Carolina, Kansas, Missouri, Texas, Louisiana, or Florida, take action to get your state to do the same! https://autisticadvocacy.org/2026/02/take-action-to-protect-disability-rights/
Makes the most unfunny spadinner-adjacent YTPs you’ve ever seen. Tries to show them to his friends as a “super funny video he found”, and slowly dies inside as the video plays out and they don’t laugh at a single joke. He then backtracks and says he “thought it was sorta funny, but realised that it’s not actually that funny at all”.
Chews on pencils, chews on erasers, chews on Lego bricks and shirt collars and all kinds of things he knows he shouldn’t chew on, but can’t help himself and does it anyway.
Oh, and definitely bites his nails.
Constantly making up little tunes on the spot about whatever he’s doing at any given moment.
Air guitar stim.
Gets lightheaded if he stands up too quickly.
Keeps snacks in his pockets, never know when your blood sugar will drop.
+ Bonus Dawn Headcanons.
Easily overwhelmed by being in crowds or busy places (too many auras, too many noises).
If she ever ends up lost in the city, the only thing keeping her from having a shutdown would be the pidgeons, rats and other city wildlife.
Sometimes walks up stairs on all fours, always does this for indoor staircases.
Minor allergies to artificially-derived food additives.
Too honest for her own good. Sometimes she can tell when what she’s about to say isn’t gonna go over well, but she can’t help but blurt it out anyway.
Despite her bluntness, she really does see the best in people first and foremost.
Never ashamed of her honesty or her eccentricities, but can get extremely embarrassed if she ever says something that’s incorrect, especially about a person. She’ll withdraw from whoever she said it to for a good while afterwards, effective“disappearing” from them.
Always has really cold hands, but only to other people. Animals aren’t bothered at all.
Hair seems to have a mind of its own, often clinging to plants and bushes, getting tangled around doorknobs, etc.
Actually has a pretty good sense of humour, likes to play up being “out of touch” to troll people by making them overexplain things like modern conveniences to increasing absurdity.
something about yugioh thats really funny and also really sweet is that Yugi is like "man i've been blacking out for periods of time and then when i come to i have no idea what i did or whats going on" and then all his friends are like "hey so yugi has some kind of personality disorder, i don't know if he knows though" and then when yugi has his tearful "i think there's another me!" everyone's like "hey man, both of you are our friends and we love you guys no matter what!"
and then it turns out he was literally being possessed by a ghost lmao.
*takes a bite of my cigarette*...... heh. the character...... *walks into a small puddle but it swallows me up like the ocean* *i am found dead years later in maine*
