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Tá»ng hợp luĂŽn quote dĂ nh cho cĂĄc Gai con táșĄch vĂ© vĂŹ tĂŽi quĂĄ lÆ°á»i chia lĂ m từng post nhá»:
"cuá»c Äá»i tháșt láșŻm Ă©o le, nhĂąn sĂąm thĂŹ Ăt mĂ rá»
tre thĂŹ nhiá»u"
"trá»i ÆĄi, má»i ngÆ°á»i ai cĆ©ng cĂł vĂ© cáșŁ, má»i mĂŹnh ta khĂŽng cĂł vĂ©. ĂŽi trá»i ÆĄi vĂ© ÆĄi lĂ vĂ©. vĂ© khĂŽng cĂł ta thĂŹ vĂ© váș«n lĂ vĂ©, mĂ ta khĂŽng cĂł vĂ© thĂŹ Äá»i ta bá»ng hĂła hÆ° vĂŽ."
"Äá»i vá»i em bĂąy giá», vĂ© lĂ thứ tá»n táșĄi duy nháș„t, cĂČn những thứ khĂĄc cĂł hay khĂŽng cĂł khĂŽng quan trá»ng!"
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Jim mouthing and vibing to Izzy's singing
#La Vie En Rose#Our Flag Means Death#ofmdedit#OFMD#Our Flag Means Gay#Our Flag Means Nonbinary#ourflagmeansdeathedit#Izzy Canyon#Jim Jiminez#Izzy Hands#Vico Ortiz#Con O'Neill#Drag#My Gif#Calypso's Birthday#lgbtedit#LGBT#tvandfilm#Halloween#dailytvfilmgifs#nonbinary#queer#I love them so much#Mood#Mentally I am here#userstream#userbbelcher#chewieblog
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Welcome to the Team, Bro
TW: Misogyny, Homophobia
Your twenty-first birthday had been going absolutely perfect. Of course, youâd surrounded yourself with all your closest friends, all girls, obvi. Drunk off cheap grocery store champagne being sipped out of red solo cups, you all continued laughing and enjoying your annual birthday roast, regardless of how uncomfortable everyone was stuffed onto your small college apartment couch. It was all in the name of light-hearted funâtypical jokes about how you wear the tightest of clothes, how you seem to have retained more Sex and the City quotes than anyone else alive, and of course, your nonexistent love life with guys. The usual, nothing that cut too deep. You laughed along, leaning back in your chair, feeling comfortable and safe being with your gal pals.
But then the door swung open, and Levi, Jessicaâs ultra jock boyfriend, walks in. The room goes completely silent for just a second, the atmosphere shifting rapidly. Levi, an absolute douchebro, is the kind of frat guy who dominated a space just by existing. Tall, muscular, and that same cocky grin permanently plastered on his face. He saunters into your living room like it was his own frat house.
"Hey, birthday boy!" Jessica teases, giving you a nudge. "Levi asked me if he could take a turn roasting you. He says itâs good practice for his stand-up career. Can you please let him go up? I promise he wonât say anything too horrible."
You blink. âWhat on earth could Levi even say? He doesnât even know me?!â you think to yourself. The other girls exchanged worried glances. The guyâs not exactly known for being subtle or sensitive, but before you can protest, Levi stepped towards the middle of the room, cracking his knuckles as he sized you up.
"So this is our little birthday bitch, huh?" His voice booms, loud and commanding. He stands in front of you, creepily grinning as he looks you up and down your skinny, twinkish frame. "Man, look at you. Youâre such a fucking stick. Bet you couldnât lift up a five pound weight, even if your life depended on it. What, a gust of wind gonna blow you over, fag?"
The girls laugh sporadically, forcing a chuckle just to try and relieve the tension. But as the words leave Leviâs mouth, a hot, uncomfortable sensation ripples through your body, and out of nowhere, you feel a tightness push itself against your pale skin. You glance down and your eyes widenâyour biceps are swelling, your pecs thickening themselves into two smooth mounds of man meat. Muscles youâve never even fathomed having in your life start to form, bulging out of your once-slender frame. Your shirt strains at the seams as your chest broadens to itâs sides, your chest pushing forward until theyâre massive, rock-hard slabs, rivaling the tits of your girlfriends.
"Whoa, dude... what the hell are you saying, man?" you mutter, your voice suddenly much, much deeper, almost as deep as Leviâs.
The girls gasp, their eyes widening in shock, but Levi just keeps going, pretending to be unaware of whatâs happening to the poor boy.
"But you know what?" Levi grins, his tone dripping with smugness. "I bet youâre the kinda guy whoâs so obsessed with looking good that you wouldnât even know what it means to get truly dirty, huh? Probably shower three times a day, all prim and proper. Nah, man. A real dude doesnât give a shit about smelling fresh. Real men smell like bulls.â
As soon as he says it, a wave of heat rolls through you again. This time, itâs not just gonna stay inside yourself, no. Itâs... in your gut. A thick, rumbling pressure builds up more and more inside you, and before you can stop it, a loud, wet burp escapes your mouth.Â
BRRRRRRRP!!
The girls squeal in disgust, but it doesnât stop there. A loud, long fart rips through the air, and the smell is rankâsweaty, cheese, and 100% pure man odor.
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT!
Your armpits start to sweat profusely, staining your rapidly shrinking tank top shirt, and the once-fresh Polo cologne you had on is completely overpowered by the raw, animal scent of your dick stink. You can feel your skin getting greasy, and when you scratch your ballsâwithout even thinking about itâthey itch more, like you havenât showered in days and you canât help but touch it more and more.
"Ugh, gross!" one of the girls groans, wrinkling her nose. But as she pulls away, her eyes, theyâŠchange. Like she canât stop glancing at your new Adonis body, completely disregarding, maybe even enjoying the smell. And sheâs not the only one. All your former âgal palsâ are starting to shake and whisper amongst themselves, their giggles turning into flirtatious murmurs, their shirts opening up as if he thermostat had been turned up to a hundred.
Levi leans in closer, his grin growing wider. "But hey, itâs not just about the looks, right? I bet this little fucker still canât get laid to save his life. Probably jerks off to Tumblr stories every night instead of actually getting some pussy. Pfft. Bet he couldnât handle a real girl if he tried."
Something snaps in your formerly gold star brain. Youâve always been gay, but now, that feels... weird. Incorrect. Immoral. Suddenly, the thought of even just hugging another guy seems wrong, as if you were worried you could catch gayness. Your eyes flicker over to Jessica and the others, and a new heat ignites inside your groin. Your mouth waters at the sight of your friendâs curves, their massive cleavage, their clean shaven legs. You want to be inside them. You need to be.
Memories shift. Nights spent dreaming about guys and writing fanfictions about male celebrities blur and twist into hazy recollections of fucking girlsâlots of girls. So many, you couldnât even remember one of their names. You can taste their pussies, hear their moans. Your cock twitches in your pants, straining against the fabric of your newly materialized gym shorts as you stare at the girls who used to be just your friends. Now, theyâre more than that. Theyâre... opportunities. Sluts, ready for the taking.
"Fuck you asshole, I get laid all the fuckinâ time," you hear yourself shout, your voice deeper, more arrogant, your words rolling out in laughter like theyâve always been true. The girls giggle, blushing and shooting you lingering glances, clearly wanting your dick in their mouths. All of them. And in the pit of your stomach, you know theyâll all be yours by the end of the night.
Levi laughs, clapping you on the back. "Now thatâs more like it, stud!" He steps back, crossing his arms, admiring his work "But letâs be real, this guy just thinks far too much, huh? Heâs always overanalyzing shit, worrying about dumb stuff. A real bro doesnât waste his time thinking. Just acts. Bet this guyâs head is still full of that nerdy fag crap."
You feel a sharp, dull shot of pain go through your head like a bullet, as if half of it is being yanked out. Your vision swims around the transforming frat room of breasts, and suddenly, itâs hard to thinkâlike thereâs a deep fog settling over your brain, clouding everything, mushing it into a few simple desires. The things you once knewâyour studies, your hobbies, your passionsâfade away, replaced by simpler, more immediate thoughts. Working out. Fucking. Drinking beer. All the things that matter to a real man.
The last thing to go is the memory of who you used to be. That skinny, smart, gay kid? Gone. Replaced by the image of you as a dumb, horny jock, the kind of guy who lives for the gym and pussy. The kind of guy who doesnât need to thinkâbecause he already knows heâs the shit.
You blink, grinning stupidly at Levi, feeling the last vestiges of your old self disappear. "Yo, bro, I ainât no faggot. Hey, where the fuckâs the beer at? We gotta get shwasted, man."
The girls are all over you now, practically throwing themselves at you. And why wouldnât they? Youâre hot as fuck, and you need to dump your cum in their needy holes. Youâre gonna make these formally open-minded liberal intellectuals into perfect American mothers.
"Thatâs my boy," Levi laughs, handing you a beer. "Welcome to the team, bro."
#bro tf#douchebag tf#dumber#dumbification#broification#muscle tf#lib to con#before and after#gay to straight#straight tf
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Silver Fox News
Out of breath, Richie shut the door behind him. The sun was already shining into his childhood home, the suburban frame one he had seen little of over the last four years. With his college a few states over, Richie was practically only home for the holidays, spending his summers at local internships that kept him away from where he grew up. He did not have anything against his town, or his dad for that matter; he had simply always been too busy. And now, freshly graduated and without a job quite yet, Richie had returned for the time being.
âDad?â Richie called out, searching the kitchen. Typically, his father waited for him once he got back from his morning run, seated at the counter with a morning coffee and whatever protein-stuffed breakfast appeased him. But now, Richie could not find his dad anywhere.
âScott?â Richie tried, but no response. Sweat dribbled down his lean, hairless frame. He liked to keep slim and clean-looking, knowing it was attractive for the men he usually slept with. While quite the flirt back in his college town, Richie had yet to hook up with anyone at home. He still had not had that talk with his father yet.
Richie scouted a bit longer, eventually finding his father in the master bedroom. Digging through his closet, Scott seemed to be tossing out all his blue clothing. Anything remotely near that shade even. After another âDad?â Richie finally caught his fatherâs attention. Richie had only been home for a few days now, but he had never seen his father so invested in a task and yet, so out of it completely.
âHave you watched the news this morning, son?â Scott asked, to Richie's surprise.
âUh, noâŠ?â The sweat had already dried against his exposed frame by that point, so without bothering to take a shower, Richie followed his father out into the living room. He just hoped whatever it was his father wanted him to see would be short, as he was practically naked besides his running shorts. Grabbing the remote, Richie did not expect the first channel to be a Fox News affiliate.
âReally, dad?â Richie questioned. He had never placed his father as the conservative type. He had typically been more independent, while Richieâs perspective was wholly liberal. It was a bit strange to see the network, but maybe Scott had changed while he had been away in college. Speaking of which, had his father always been so salt-and-peppered on top? Richie also took a moment to appreciate his fatherâs musculature, which he had somehow not noticed until now.
Richie returned his eyes to the screen. On top of the typical Fox News logo was the word âSilverâ in an old fashioned font. And instead of the typical newscasters, stories, and lineup, there was just a slide displaying some text.Â
âThank you for tuning into Silver Fox News. Your program will begin shortly.â
âDid you buy some kind of premium subscription?â Richie openly questioned his father, who seemed to be absorbed by the television. âOkay, you got me in front of the news; what did you want to show me?â
Richieâs answer came quickly. The text disappeared, revealing a simple red spiral with flashing commands. It was not anything special, but it was enough.
âPretty colorsâŠswirlingâŠâ Richie slurred after a minute, his tongue becoming heavy in his mouth. âSoothing, silkyâŠthe spiral is soâŠhotâŠI loveâŠthe spiralâŠI love this feelingâŠI listenâŠto the spiralâŠâ
When major research institutions began to announce their predictions of voter turnout for the upcoming election, alarms began to ring off within the Republican party. An assumed 41 million Gen Z voters would be hauling into polling stations, with numbers as high as 43% confirmed to be liberal. It was a staunch difference, one that many leaders could not accept. So instead of following the traditional tactics to sway voters like they had in the past, they decided to take a new route. Why sway voters, when you could make them?
Thanks to the research and funding of a certain well-known tech billionaire, the necessary resources were simple. Leaders believed that the easiest way to eliminate the problem was by creating the solution in the most efficient way possible. Social aspects would include basic background, education, and upbringing. Physical aspects would manage age, size, and demographic. Mental aspects would focus on tradition, individuality, and compliance. But the beauty of it all was that the programmers did very little of the work. Instead, they simply utilized the victimâs preconceived notions.
âWhat doesâŠbeing RepublicanâŠmean to meâŠ?â Richie drawled, his voice having dropped an octave since the program began. Instead of installing a literal trigger into the victim, the channel exploited the stereotypical beliefs victims already held. âI must becomeâŠRepublicanâŠthat meansâŠmiddle-agedâŠsuburbanâŠuneducatedâŠChristianâŠâ
As Richie chanted his prejudices out like a spell, his body was subsequently altered. His age more than doubled, ripping away the hair from his head and leaving the beginnings of a horseshoe to splatter the rest across his body. Wrinkles and age lines began to form, but so did musculature as his body beefed up, becoming stronger in the way that most Conservative men naturally are. Daily maintenance of a large suburban home did that to a man after all.Â
âTraditionalâŠsimpleâŠheterosexualâŠâ Richie continued as a beard formed around his lips. His past was rewritten to better fit the portrait he was painting. Sundays in church, dropping out of high school to later receive a GED, working hard to earn his privilege and not understanding why it was handed to others. Fear of God, fear of big government, fear of outsiders influencing how things were. Disgust for âprogress,â disgust for pronouns, disgust for sexual interactions with other males. Pride in his country, pride in being a male, and pride in taking nothing from nobody.
â...handsomeâŠmasculineâŠarrogantâŠâ Before this had all began, researchers already knew that many of their victims would end up the same, as the stereotype of the average Republican was firmly held. What they had not predicted however was the amount of people who held hidden desires for this âaverage Republican.â A hypothesis arose quickly: if the liberal holds stronger prejudices, then they will become a more attractive Republican. â...alphaâŠvirileâŠsuperiorâŠâ The choice of naming their channel "Silver Fox News" had been an appropriate one.
Richie, or Dick as he would now be referred to, would certainly provide further evidence to support their theory. As the program finished, the new, Republican silver fox readjusted back into reality, finding his best bud Scott standing before him. Dick could not remember what had just happened, but he liked what Scott laid out as a plan for the rest of the day. Work in the garage for a few hours, run out and purchase the new Trump propaganda, and then end the night at a Hooters. Dick could not decide which part of the plan he would enjoy the most, but clutching his massive pouch, he knew which he was most excited for.
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The Orders
Wyatt and his boyfriend Tate were watching the 2020 election results on TV as they cuddled together on the couch. They both believed that the election would be a landslide for the Democrats but after they had dozed off they had heard a loud announcement from the news anchor waking them both up, âItâs official! Donald Trump will continue serving this country as President of the United States of America!â. A sense of dread came over the two, âHow could this have happened?â Wyatt sorrowfully asked, Tate just sat there in silence and held Wyatt closer.
Over the next few months life stayed practically the same even though Trump was acting like a dictator, all news channels were banned minus FoxNews and other right wing stations, Trump forcibly created the 28th Amendment which repealed the 22nd Amendment making it so that term limits vanished, and he had somehow managed to make it so that one of his children would take the Presidency if he ever stepped down or died. One day as the boyfriends were making dinner together the TV, which was playing the news for some background noise, ran a segment that sent chills down their backs. âTrump just declared that homosexuality is now criminalized in the United States of America. All homosexuals must go to their nearest police station and turn themselves in, immediatelyâ. Hearing this they knew that they had to flee the country as soon as they could. Running to the bedroom Wyatt began packing up a suitcase for both him and Tate. While his boyfriend was rushing to pack in the bedroom Tate heard a knock at the door, he looked through the peephole and saw police officers standing on the other side of the door. âwyatt! what do we do? there are police at our front door!â Tate whispered to Wyatt after he ran to the bedroom. âummm uhhhh I dont know!â Wyatt said fearfully as he heard a louder and more aggressive knock at their door. The two boys decided to hide in their own apartment and wait until the police hopefully leave.
The knocking continued until eventually they heard an officer yell at the other police officers âAlright thats it!â Thinking this meant the coast was clear Tate got out from under the bed even though Wyatt begged him not to. âBabe itâs fine they are leaving, didnât you hear them?â Tate said to calm down his worried boyfriend. Tate walked out of the bedroom and into the living room when suddenly the front door was kicked in, âOH SHITâ Tate yelled out. Tate tried to flee but he heard a voice from the front door yell âTHEREâS ONE! GET HIM!â. Before Tate could take more than two steps, 3 police officers ran in and took him down to the ground. Two held down his arms flat on the ground and one officer who was especially buff held down Tates legs. Tate heard someone slowly stepping into the apartment. He watched as this big, masculine police officer, obviously the leader of this mission, stepped over Tateâs restrained body. âWhat do you wan-?â Tate was cut off as the officer began to monologue, âKnow what I hate? Iâll tell you what I hate, I hate people who bring down this beautiful country we have. Itâs a shame that you were able to be such a stain on this great nation for so long, but now that Trump has given the orders, you and yourâŠfriendsssâ the officer made a disgusted face as he said that last part âWell you all won't be a problem anymoreâ. âFUCK YOU!â Tate proclaimed with fire in his eyes. âHahah awwww itâs cute when they have this much fire in âem it makes it so much more fun to see it drainnnnnn outâ The 3 other police officers all laughed in sync, the same monotone laugh. The officer standing over Tate looked annoyed âWeâre still working out their old personalities, these ones were fixed early this morning as soon as we got the order. Whoever made them âbetterâ didnât do the procedure right so we had to wipe their minds and start fresh.â The officer rolled his eyes. Tate was puzzled and asked âWhat do you mean âfixedâ?â. âHuhuhuh oh buddy you really donât know do ya? Police and Military across the nation have been given theseâ The officer held up a baggie with a bunch of red pills that looked like M&Mâs and shook it, âto get rid of the gayness plaguing this nation. Some of my officers gave them to your âfriendsâ this morning but they came outâŠwrongâ As he said that he placed his right palm down on one the officerâs head who was holding down Tateâs arm. âThis dumbass and the idiot behind me used to be a gross married couple. Good thing my men got to them before they could indoctrinate some kid or somethingâ Said the officer standing above Tate. âNoâŠno what did you do to them?!â Tate cried, âOh donât worry my dumb little gay boy, youâll seeâ
Wyatt, with his hands clasped around his mouth, watched as the officer above Tate pulled a little red pill out of the baggie he held up earlier. He squatted down and pulled apart Tateâs clenched mouth and forced him to swallow the red pill. Wyatt watched as his boyfriend began to seize on the floor as the 3 other officers continued to hold him down. Wyatt was forced to watch as his boyfriendâs hair became shorter, thinner, and lighter, his fluffy brown hair had just dissolved into the dirty blonde mop now on his head. Wyatt watched as his boyfriendâs face gained some softer features, a rounded nose, a soft round jaw, but his brow bone became more prominent and his lips grew thinner. His boyfriend stopped shaking and calmed down but was now making animalistic grunts every few seconds. It was obvious he was trying to resist whatever was going on in his head. The officer looked down at Tate and saw that no progress had been made past his head, âTsk I hate having to do this, you should just give into the right sideâ. The officer untied his boot and took it off, he gave it a whiff and recoiled his head âOooof huhuh youâre in for it now!â the officer swatted over Tate and placed the boot right over his nose and mouth. Wyatt heard his boyfriendâs animalistic grunts get louder as the boot approached but as soon as it covered his face the grunts died down, becoming sparser than they were before the boot was lowered. This is when the real changes happened, Tateâs arms began to bulk up and his already hairless armpits stayed that way but still being able to proudly pump out pungent B.O., his chest grew two soft pillows as his pecs exploded with muscle. Tateâs stomach stayed lean while gaining some muscle and his thighs began to get girthier and girthier. Tate began to grunt loudly as he tried to push off the mindless officers holding him down, the officer who had been in charge of all of this removed the shoe and mockingly said âAwww you were doing soooo good.â He grabbed another red pill and forced it down Tateâs throat.
Tate quieted down quickly as his body continued transforming. Tate felt his ass twitch and tingle when suddenly it ballooned up like a life raft and was now a nice soft cushion. His legs grew a nice layer of hair that spread to his newly minted ass cheeks. Lastly Tateâs feet began to expand, âOoooo this is the best part!â the officer in charge proclaimed. Tateâs feet grew bigger and meatier, a soft wafting stink began to float off of them which quickly evolved into a rotten smell of pungent cheese. Wyatt watched as his sweet sensitive boyfriend was left a sweaty and smelly mess on the ground. The officer said to himself, âTime to clear out his block, gotta make sure we get all that homo stuff outâ. The officer bent down and placed his hand into his own armpit and then proceeded to place his hand right under Tateâs car, âYeaâŠsmell that manly stink. Thats what you smell like now. You are a stinky, straight jock; nothing more, nothing less.â Tate began to grunt even more animalistic now but it wasnât him trying to escapeâŠTate was moaning⊠Tate was thrusting the air and flip flopping between moaning and grunting as the officer continued his speech about Tateâs new form. Tate kept going and going until a wet spot appeared in the sweatpants Tate was wearing.
He was gone, sweet, innocent Tate, the guy who would always go along with the love of his life, Wyatt, the guy who accepted everyone, the guy who was a proud gay guy, all of that was now just a damp stain in his sweatpants, right in the crotch region. The officers turned the TV station to an obscure channel no-one would flop to on their own, it was just a looping video of a hypnotic spiral. It taught important truths about how evil gay people are and how much better it is to be straight as an arrow, and now Tateâs mushy, brain-drained mind was being forced to watch it. The officers stayed in the apartment for an hour as Tate was indoctrinated into the Republican party, the entire time Wyatt kept hidden under the bed. Once the officers left, Wyatt emerged and saw Tate still staring at the spiral and drooling, the officers had left him to sit through the spiral even longer than he needed to. As drool dribbled down his chin, Wyatt couldnât help but feel awful for the smelly himbo that used to be his boyfriend. He grabbed a tissue and went up to the brainless giant to wipe away the drool when suddenly Tate looked at his and said âWhat do you think YOU are doing GAY BOY?!â his breath reeked something awful and Wyatt tried to back away. âNah come here bro!â Tate lifted his armpit and grabbed Wyatts head and forced him deep into his noxious B.O. factoryâŠ
To Be ContinuedâŠ
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OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH đŽââ ïž Izzy + Frenchie
#and most of the time fang too tbh#i made all of these but one before the finale can you tell#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd s2#omfd season 2#ofmd spoilers#izzy hands#frenchie#israel hands#frenchie ofmd#ouizzy#izzy x frenchie#our flag means gay#our flag means love#joel fry#con o'neill#ofmd season 2 spoilers#my gifs
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Source - AgentFurShadow (AsterTheBarista)
(Artist's Twitch)
#gay furry#gay furry pecs#gay furry bulge#gay furry pits#artists twitter above#this is what i think i look like going to cons btw
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TOKE 'N STROKE
"Ads are getting so damn invasive." Lucas thought to himself, clicking skip on yet another pointless car commercial interrupting the video essay he was watching. "You think the algorithm would know its audience by now, I'm too gay to drive!"
He laughed a little bit at the joke, running a hand through his soft, bleached blonde hair. He was the epitome of a high-maintenance twink, with his smooth, hairless body and perfect sense of style. He was smart too and liked to boast about it, with a scholarship for his English Lit degree and being made President of his university's LGBT Chapter, which he was hoping to use as a stepping stone to become Student Body President next year.
Leaning back again in his chair he reached for his cellphone, seeing a text from his boyfriend Alex.
Alex: "Hey cutie, still busy with finals this weekend, but have time for a dinner date Sunday night?"
He smiled to himself, giving an eager text back to set it up, and to wish him well on his upcoming exams. "Ugh, I need to start studying too, Monday's going to be one hell of a final... I'll focus on it and head to the library after this video and-"
Just like that, his train of thought was interrupted again by a stupid ad, this time some obnoxious psychedelic visuals and a bad electric guitar riff blared out of his monitor. It startled him so badly that he seized up for a second, accidentally clicking the ad and being brought to their store page. "Broski's Bud's, one stop ship and shop for weed strains to fix your brain..." He rolled his eyes at the cringe marketing, getting ready to close the tab when a pop-up opened trying to tell him all about a deal he 'wouldn't want to miss out on'. "No thanks, stupid site, you can keep your Bro Buds or whatever to yourself." but every time he hit X on the popup another would open, being more and more insistent each time about new deals, until finally a desperate '90% OFF AND SPECIAL STARTER KIT AS A BONUS WITH YOUR FIRST PURCHASE' filled his screen. "FINE," he scoffed at his computer, "I'll take a look at the stupid site. My therapist suggested I try out weed to help lessen my anxiety anyways, so might as well get a good deal on it..."
Clicking the pop-up added the 'starter kit' to his cart, it was a pack of pre-rolled blunts and some sort of mystery box, but the description didn't help him understand it much either. "Get ready to step into the zone and open ur mind with this one bros, Broski's Buds bestselling strain, Toke 'n Stroke, is sure to change your life by stimulating a high never felt before! This isn't your sissy uncle's strain, this shit puts hair on your chest like a real man!"
"God this is so cringe, I bet they get all kinds of business marketing to the dumb jocks in town, no wonder their brains are mush. Still, it's just weed and for $20 I might as well give it a try, I probably won't find it cheaper anywhere else..." sitting in thought about it for a few seconds, Lucas finally filled in his payment info and placed his order, getting a free upgrade to same-day delivery since they seem to have a storefront a few miles from his apartment.
"Well, there goes my library plans I guess, I'll have to wait around for delivery since my package will probably get swiped otherwise..." Lucas sighed, turning off his computer and plopping down onto the couch, picking up his Switch to play Animal Crossing and kill time.
A few hours passed and the sky got dark before finally a long buzz came from his intercom. "Took them long enough, it's nearly 9pm!" he complained, putting his jacket on to head downstairs. When he got down there the delivery guy had already gotten into his car again, driving away and leaving Lucas to carry the package back upstairs all on his own. It was bigger than he expected, taking both hands to lift it and keep it stable. "Jesus, this thing must weight like 40 pounds! What did they put in here?"
After a bit of struggling and the occasional break to catch his breath, Lucas pushed his package into the living room, collapsing on the floor next to it for a while. "After that workout I'm surprised I don't look like the douchebags around campus." he laughed to himself, bouncing up to get a box cutter and pry his package open. After taking the carton of pre-rolled blunts out, he started into the box with a bit of confusion and disgust, pulling things out one after the other.
"A sleeveless tank top that says 'Toke 'n Stroke Bro'... A pair of douchey sunglasses... Some red gym shorts, socks and slides... Ew, a snapback saying 'Who ate all the pussy?', why the fuck would anyone wear this!... And 2 dumbbells, no wonder this thing was so heavy! All of this is useless shit that's gonna end up in a donation bin now, I'll have to drop this trashy stuff off tomorrow on my way to the library... But hey, at least the weed seems fine, smells... potent." He said, tossing everything back into the box and taking a whiff of one of the blunts.
Kicking back on the couch again, he played with the blunt in his hand for a while before finally having the courage to light it up, taking a hit. Immediately he started coughing, not used to the sensation, but it did make his brain start to feel... fuzzy. "Damn, okay I need to push past it and get used to it." he said, lighting up for another hit of the blunt, this time barely a cough escaping his throat, feeling suspiciously more used to it. Then another, and another, until finally the whole blunt was gone. Sitting in his daze for a while, he enjoyed the sensation of his mind drifting around experiencing the high, his anxiety melting away as if he didn't have a care in the world. Eventually he decided to try and get up, but his body slumped over off the couch and hitting the floor, the room fading to black...
...
When Lucas finally came to again, the first thing that hit him was the strong smell of weed floating around in the air. "Damn bro, did I smoke the whole set or what..." he laughed groggily, getting ready to stretch out and get back to laying on the couch before he was startled by the sound of moaning blasting from his TV, eyes shooting open in confusion. On the screen, two busty lesbians were making out, them taking turns groping each others boobs and fingering each other. "What the fuck bro, how long has this been on?" he cursed, nervous that the neighbors nextdoor might have heard it playing as he started desperately looking for the remote.
When he couldn't find it in the cushions, he got up from the couch only to be met with his feet kicking a bunch of empty beer cans. "Dude, there's gotta be 2 dozen thrown all over the floor, did I have a party or something? I don't even know anyone who drinks beer..." he mumbled, going to scratch his head in confusion, but was even more confused when instead of his hair he felt a hat on top of his head. "Huh?" he thought, as he looked down at the floor again, noticing that instead of his skinny jeans and converse he was now wearing the socks and slides from the box, along with the sleeveless tank top and the shorts too. He stumbled his way to the bathroom door still baked out of his mind, mouth dropping open at his reflection in the full-length mirror in front of him.
"Broooo, am I dreaming or what the fuckkkk is going on" he said in disbelief. No more was the cute, pale twink he used to be staring back at him. Instead, a douchey bro he didn't recognize was standing face to face with him. Tanned skin, pillowy muscles, his once blonde hair turned into a brown buzz cut and with that stupid "Who ate all the pussy?" hat slapped over it. He touched his face, feeling along his chin where his once smooth skin now had a rougher texture, and a trashy chinstrap sprouted from his jawline. He slapped his face a few times in his daze, trying to wake up from the dream and growing more confused each time nothing changed.
Turning around and staggering back to his living room to try and make sense of what's going on, it hit him that he barely recognizes the room anymore. His apartment used to be perfectly maintained and well-decorated, now there was beer cans all over the floor, along with dirty socks and cummed-in underwear, greasy pizza boxes and chip bags all over the table and counter, the decorations on his walls had been torn down and replaced with posters of chicks in bikinis and sports teams, his Switch replaced with an X-Box and a stack of COD games next to it, DVD cases of trashy bro-comedies were thrown around near the TV too... Then the smell hit him, it STUNK in here, like a sickening mixture of weed, cheap body spray, and sour BO wafting in a heat around the room. "Bro, it fucking reeks in here... Or wait..." he mumbled as he gave himself a whiff, "I fucking reek!"
After a bit of stunned silence he finally started to process things in his brain again. How the fuck did he get like this, was any of this even real, and how does he get back to normal? He plopped back onto the couch, picking up his phone to see he had a handful of missed texts and calls from his boyfriend before noticing the time... 2:00pm. On Sunday. He had somehow been blacked out for 2 whole nights, with no memory of anything that had happened. While getting ready to call his boyfriend back, Lucas felt his insides rumbling and at first he thought it was from the munchies because of all the weed, but then he realized "Oh bro, all that double-cheese pizza is really gonna fucking..."
*PHRRRBBBTTT!*
His body instinctively lifted its leg as it pushed out the loudest and most obnoxious fart he'd ever ripped in his life, as his body seemed to react on its own, letting out an immature laugh and wafting the air before muttering "Fuck yeah bro, smells like victory!" He leaned back into the couch, remembering he needed to call Alex, but the loud moaning on the TV caught him off guard again. This time he locked eyes with the screen, the cock in his shorts immediately bulging and straining at the sight of the lesbian porn before him. "I really need to turn this shit off and get whatever's going on sorted out..." he thought, but he realized he couldn't move his hand to reach for his phone, instead it reacted on its own, reaching down his waistband to pull out his cock and start stroking for the busty babes on TV.
"All I do is Toke 'n Stroke, bro..." a voice in his head seemed to say, except it didn't come from within, he spoke it directly out of his own mouth.
"Wait, I didn't say that bro, it's-" he tried to talk, realizing that his thoughts echoed around stuck in his own head, not even leaving the lips of his own body. He was just stuck there, watching in a dazed horror as he went on autopilot.
"Toke 'n Stroke bro, I'm such a loyal customer Broski's Buds will HAVE to take me as a hype boy this time haha!" his voice spoke again, continuing to stroke for the porn on TV, Lucas's eyes stuck fixed on the screen. Suddenly though, he was interrupted by his phone vibrating, a text from his boyfriend coming through.
Alex: "Hey cutie, I hope everything is alright? You haven't answered my calls or texts in a couple days, I know it's busy with all your studying but we do still have dinner planned for tonight. Still on for me to pick you up at 5?"
"Oh thank God," Lucas thought, reading the message, "I can tell him what's going on and have him come over to help me fix this shit!" Unlocking his phone, Lucas let out a sigh of relief as he got ready to reply, only for his body to still be taken over by whatever douchey daze it was stuck in.
Lucas: "dont u ever come around me u faggy creep, if me or my bros ever catch u within 100 feet of us we'll give u the beating of a lifetime! fuck around n find out if u dare to show ur face here."
Lucas screamed internally as the message was typed out and sent in front of his very eyes, before his hand moved to block his boyfriend's number and turn his phone off. "Something is seriously fucking wrong with me bro, I need to-"
*PHHRRRRBBBTTTTTT*
Another obnoxious and sickening fart blasted out of his ass, filling the room and breaking Lucas's thoughts down into a daze again, as he felt around under the couch for something before pulling a sweaty, well-used fuck toy of a girls ass and pussy up from the mess.
As Lucas once again locked eyes with the TV, he took another hit from his dwindling blunt stash, finishing up the last one. After throwing what was left onto the floor, he prepared the fuck toy and slid it right down onto his cock, starting to bounce the toy up and down as he edged himself closer to finishing.
"If I can't figure out a way to snap out of this, I'm so fucked..." he thought, as his voice spoke again. "Toke 'n Stroke bro, this chick is soooo getting fucked!" He moaned, as he shot his thick load into the toy, feeling some of his braincells permanently shoot out with it, sloppily wiping the mess on the cushion next to him as he laid back, feeling his insides start to bubble again.
Lucas had a lot of Bro Time to catch up on, but luckily his new favorite weed strain was making sure that he was a captive audience until he was fully converted and assimilated into just another Bro.
#gay to straight tf#lib to con#gay to straight#bro tf#farts#fart kink#dumb jock#dumbing down#brainwashing#corruption kink#gamer tf#trashy tf#male transformation#transformation#transformation story#gross tf#g2s#male tf story#permanent tf#stoner tf#jock tf#male tf
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Neighborhood Association
Cale put down the last box and sighed. He could now officially state that he has moved. He looked around the living room and felt proud of himself, after working tirelessly for almost a week to turn this space into a home. The same couldnât be said about his feeling towards the place his new home was located in.
He was forced to move after the rent in his last apartment was hiked by 25%. This was more than he could handle, so he decided right then and there that the would find a cheaper place to live. He went on Zillow and it didnât take long before he found the place he was now living in. Gorgeous building, well-kept outside, spacious inside, with a stupidly low rent. He called the landlord first thing the following day. He signed the lease a week after that.
It was only then that his friends came up to him and made him realize what was the place he was about to move into. Pinewood, an outer suburb and the only Republican stronghold in the entire metro area. This was bad news for the young gay software engineer basically addicted to the queer city life. But he had already signed all the paperwork and he decided he would make this work. Each time he felt like this might not have been the best decision he reminded himself that even with the longer commute he was saving a lot of many. Yeah, maybe the town screamed âAll-American conservative suburbâ, but this was the price for financial stability, Cale told himself.
Cale heard a knock on the door. He walked up to the entrance and opened it. He was surprised to see no one in front of his house, not even a single person walking along the street. Then he looked down and saw a leaflet. Oh, thatâs what this was about. He picked up the piece of paper and started reading as he went back inside. âThe Pinewood East Neighborhood Association welcomes you in our area. We are glad youâve decided to find your special place within our prosperous community and invite you to become an active member. Just scan the QR code and fill the form. FIND YOUR ROLE IN PINEWOOD.â Well, thatâs nice, Cale thought to himself. He sat down on the couch and scanned the code on the leaflet. The form was pretty standard, for the most part. The only unusual part was the part where he was asked about hobbies. It was not an open question and Cale was forced to choose for only a couple of options. He rolled his eyes, who designed this form? He picked âmorning runs and fitnessâ. He did try to get into he habit of running a year ago. And a year before running it was working out. So he guessed this was the option closest to the truth. He quickly finished filling up the whole form and sent it, quickly forgetting about the whole thing.
Two days later when he came back from work and walked up to his door he saw a package. He was surprised, he didnât remember ordering anything. But as he looked closer he confirmed that the box was addressed to him. There was just one small typo, Caleb instead of Cale, but he was used to it. He picked the package up and took it inside to his living room. He then opened the box and saw a letter on top. It turned out it was a welcome package from the neighborhood association. Cale thought it was a nice gift, but didnât care to see what was inside the package itself. The only thing he took out was the baseball cap with the associationâs logo on it. When later that day he went out to run a few errands he put it on, because it was the closest to his hand as he was leaving the house. He came back late and after getting out of his clothes he went back to bed. He forgot to take the cap off.
Caleb slowly woke up. He stood up and stretched his arms. He felt a weird ache throughout his whole body, and he didnât know whyâ damn, that sesh at the gym yesterday was rough. But that ache was the sign that it was working. He turned his head and watched his arm as he flexed his biceps.
He came up to his closet for something to wear. But he only saw a few faggy shirts and some tight pants. What the fuck, he thought. But then his mind was instantly covered by a weird fog and he walked into the living room and picked up a big box standing on the floor. He opened it and took out a black compression shirt and a pair of gym shorts. He quickly put them on and immediately felt better, his muscles filling up the clothes perfectly.
Right after, Caleb looked up to see a pride flag hanging from one of the walls and a feeling of disgust filled his fog-covered head. He jumped up to the wall and grabbed the piece of fabric, then threw it on the ground. Then he came back to the box and took out a âthin blue lineâ flag. That fit him way better and he quickly put it on the wall.
He heard his phone ring. He took his phone and answered.
âYeah?â
âGood morning, this is Cathy form the Pinewood East Neighborhood Association. Is this Cale?â
âUghâ Caleb grunted. Stupid woman. âItâs Caleb.â
âOh, of course, my apologiesâ Cathy answered, but she didnât sound like she was really sorry. âIâm calling to ask a few questions before we accept you as a full memberâ
âSure, whateverâ Calebâs interest in the phone call was dwindling fast and he started flexing once again, watching his biceps go up and down.
âWhatâs your profession?â Calebâs mind, completely covered by fog, didnât know what to say.
âUghhhh, softâŠware⊠was it⊠wait a minuteââ
âIs it security guard, Caleb?â
âWhat?â He did not expect the woman to be such a psychic. âYeah, yeah, security guard, duh.â
âGreat, thank you Caleb, and one more question. Thereâs a group that wants to organize a Pride event in out beautiful city. How would you respond to such a proposal?â
âHell no, we donât want no queer near our place, isnât that right? Bunch of degeneratesâ Caleb barked at the phone.
âI understand Caleb, and we agree, youâre absolutely rightâ The woman on the other side sounded almost⊠proud? âI wonât hold you any further, you have a job to go to. Iâm glad you are fulfilling your role within our community. See you soon.â And then Cathy ended the call. Caleb shrugged, he wasnât sure what was the deal with all this neighborhood shit, but why should he care? He was here for the low rent and the job that allowed him to spend half the day at the gym.
As he walked from the living room to the kitchen Caleb stopped in front of the mirror and started flexing. Damn, these guns of his looked impressive. And fuck, his chest was like a damn pillow, so sick. He watched his pecs flex in the mirror, moving under his compression shirt. These muscles were ready to smash degenerates and grab any pussy he wanted. When he was ready to leave the house, driven by instinct he went back to the box and picked up a pair of sunglasses he then immediately put on. Yeah, now he was ready to go to work and fulfill the role he was assigned in Pinewood. And brah, it felt fuckinâ great.
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A few shorts
1
The second David put on the grey sweatpants his bulge significantly grew as well as his muscles. Shit he smelt like musk too. He was now Davis, the dumbest guy in college, the guy who only thought with his dick. He was also a massive dick, and he knew it. Oh and the girls loved it!
2
Flick was a 79 year old man going on holiday to Ibiza. He booked into his hotel called "La Joven TransformaciĂłn" not knowing that anything would happen. 4 boys, Alejandro, Harry, Nicholas and Josh dragged Flick to their room and injected him with something. Flick began to decrease in age by 60 years until he was 19. It also made him extremely hot. His muscles grew and his shirt disappeared. His mind changed and remembered he was in Ibiza to party with the boys. He forgot his name was ever Flick and he believed it was Clint since forever.
"Bros! I'm so pumped for this vacay man! Gonna get some hot Spanish chicas!" He said cockily.
3
The second Craig stepped into the gym, he was sprayed with some sort of liquid which made him look like an absolute gym bro. His biceps were now huge and so was basically everything else about him, especially his ego. He was now Kyle and he took a picture of himself and uploaded it onto Instagram.
4
Thanks to Jake's help, Greg had become yet another baseball bro in the school. He ditched the name Greg and became Grayson. He turned the blue baseball hat backwards and put on the white shorts. It made his muscles grow and his sport ability increase. It also made him grow to 6 foot 4. He took a picture and sent it to his girlfriend Libby.
5
Joel was a nerdy guy in school. That was until one of the school's bad boy heartthrobs, Freddy, stuck a cigarette into Joel's mouth. Joel inhaled the smoke by accident, the smoke from the magical cigarette ran through his body. It pumped up his muscles, deepened his voice, made his hair more messy and disheveled, made him taller, made him gain a more bad boy brain. Before he knew it, he believed his name was Cole. Cole was the definition of a Tiktok bad boy. He picked up his phone and pulled out a cigarette before taking a picture and sending it to his girlfriend, Julia, captioning it with.
"You know youre rly cute right"
6
Ian was a gay guy who was also a twink. He was walking around his university until a clearly conservative guy came up to him with another man who was recording him. The conservative gay was a gay called Jackson. Jackson was an "interviewer" on Tiktok, and Ian was his next victim.
"Trump or Kamala?" Jackson asked.
"Kamala duh." Ian replied which Jackson wasn't happy about and the cameraman stopped recording.
The phone flashed in Ian's face and changed him. Ian's muscles grew, his hair grew into a mullet-ish hairstyle, his voice deepened, he grew to well over 6 foot. As well as the physical changes his mind changed too.
He gained a very VERY conservative mindset, he straightened out, and he gained lots of new opinions that his old self would find offensive and controversial. He forgot his name was Ian and now his name was Evan. Jackson looked at him and re-recorded his part.
"Trump or Kamala bro?" Jackson asked again.
"Trump dude. I ain't no sissy!" Evan replied.
7
Lila was a nerdy girl with one boy best friend, Martin, who was gay. She was at school and was studying alone in the library, then the cheerleaders came in. Polly, Viola, Hayley and Roxana were the most popular girls in school. They approached Lila and stuck a hairband on her head causing her transformation to begin. Her hair got long and blonder causing her to become ditzier. She gained an hourglass figure and developed a valley girl accent. Her face got more pretty and her lips plumped up. Her makeup became extremely sexy, as well as other parts of her body. Once it was over the cheerleaders took off the headband and then Lila gained a new name, Mia. She threw her books away and ran to the field with the other girls. She couldn't wait for Martin to change.
"Eeeekk! I'm like, totes excited to be a cheerleader. Can we like, change Martin too hehe?!" Mia says in a valley accent using her newly gained valley slang.
8
Martin and Lila were best friends, until one day. That day was the day Lila, or Mia as she was now called, became a cheerleader. Martin was confused what happened. He was sitting in the art classroom and then Mia came up to him and placed a football helmet on his head. He instantly started to transform. His hair shortened and darkened to a dark brown and it gained a messy Tiktok boy style. He got more muscular and taller, and developed a deep voice. His face got more rugged and angular and his eyes darkened in colour. His personality got more confident and popular boy-like. He became straight and started to mainly think with his dick. Once it was over Mia took off the helmet and then Martin gained a new name, Matt. He threw away the art supplied and kissed Mia passionately. He was glad he was now a football player and that Mia was his cheerleader girlfriend.
"Yo babe. I love you, you're so sexy huhu!" He said in his new dumb voice
(Decided to do a few of these for being gone for so long. Also short 7 and 8 are connected. And as always, all characters are 18 or over.)
#male tf story#male tf#female tf story#female tf#gay to straight#nerd to cheerleader#nerd to jock#smart to dumb#nerd to bad boy#lib to con#straight tf#conservative tf#nerd to baseball bro#gym bro tf#grey sweatpants
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addicted â izuku.midoriya
â dom ! male.reader x sub ! Izuku Midoriya
â contents : dom!bottom ! izuku maybe.. non-con/rape , blowjobs as friends , some public play , youâre both virgins , use of his quirk , bondage
warnings : rape/non-con
- second part: soo meann
â©Â°ïœĄ ââž đ§âź
Deku never thought about sex, he found it like ehhh
he was always focused on improving his quirk and stuff he never really thought about it, he didnât masterbate often either cause he never had time and it never really interested him
you were a close friend of his, it was always you ochaco lida and izuku. He always praised you and admired you as a friend, always found you to be his safe place.
so when he accidentally walked in on you jacking ur shit he freaked out. He was thinking about how he ruined yalls friendship and stuff
you didnât continue obviouslyâŠthough you were close to ejaculating you just couldnât continue, you told him to come in and he awkwardly walked in with his face red.
âIâm so sorry yn..! I didnât mean toâ I shouldâve knocked Iâm so sosososososososo sorry!!â he was a cute babbling mess, you laughed nervously and told him not to worry about it and that accidents happen.
âdonât worry izuku! I know you didnât mean to ya knowâŠitâs fine weâre guys this is like- normal so no need to be awkwardâ you smile at him and he nods his head before apologizing once more.
ââŠ..doesnât it hurt..?â he shyly pointed at your crotch and you let out a nervous chuckle.
âwellâŠâŠ..donât worry Iâll just take care of it laterâ you scratched the back of your neck while izuku just nodded and looked around anxiously.
ââŠIâm sorry I canât help but think that you didnât get to.. you knowâŠ! I w..wanna help in some way..? i just feel bad ynâ he whined and blushed looking off to the side.
you just stared at his adorable face feeling your dick twitch in your pants.
âwell I guess if you..want to, you canâŠ..â he tensed up and stiffly walked over to your bed and sat down in front of you.
he looked you in the eyes waiting for you to give him orders. you looked off to the side for a second and back. ââŠdo you know how to..â
âN-no..I donâtâ he blushed embarrassed.
âIâd hope not.. just uhm how do you touch yourself? itâs like that but on another personâ izuku was thinking about blowing you really butâŠâŠ.. makes sense
âI donât touch myselfâ he said. you held In a laugh but grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.
ââŠ.im just helping a friend itâs fine..â he mumbled to himself.
âizuk.. u donât have to yk I can kinda just do it by myselfâ he insisted and took you out of your pants making you gasp.
Heâs never done this before, he loves helping people thatâs why he was doing thisâŠ..and cause he was curious, itâd been a while since he touched himself and just wanted to.. explore
he stuck his tongue out and put you in his mouth, you let out a deep breath and stiffened feeling his hot mouth work on your dick.
this all happened too fast- I mean anybody with common sense would NEVER offer to blow their friend just cause they accidental interrupted themâŠâŠâŠthatâs gay
but izukuâs justâŠoverly kind or something, youâll just let him do whatever he wants. Only a crazy person would turn a blowjob down anyway
you started to let out small moans and gently grab on izukuâs soft green locks. He started to really get into itâŠ.taking you down his throat and swallowing around you.
âfuuuck..~ Iâm gonnaâŠfucking c..NGHâ!â youâre eyes rolled back feeling the cum rip out of your cock and into midoriyaâs mouth, your chest raised and lowered rapidly trying to catch your breath.
âhaaâŠ.shh..it..â you combed your finger thru your friends hair as he slowly got off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
you just stared at him and smiled.
âth..thank you i-zuku..â you felt dizzy and he just smiled happily.
âa..anytime yn..â he said his goodbyes and left you alone in your room staring into the void. what. just happened.
izuku started to spend more time alone in his room after that, you guys werenât thattt awkward but there was a little tension between you guys. it didnât happen just once though, he had walked in on you accidentally again and apologized like it was the first time. then heâd offer to help.
it started to become a regular thing you guys did, nothing more than a blowjob. you would offer to please him in return but he always turned it down soâŠ
he liked how he made you feel. it made him feel funny but he couldnât bring himself to stop it was like an addiction. it started to happen OUTSIDE of your roomâŠ..
he went to use the bathroom and you were coincidentally there and next thing ya know, he blew you in one of the stalls. it scared you because you didnât want to get caught.. but you didnât say anything.
he had become more touchy, always touching you in some way, your hand, arm, thigh, legs just- he had to be touching you.
he was becoming like aâŠsex demon, he couldnât stop wanting to touch you. addict to dickâŠ.
one night he was in your room again you stopped him.
âsorry- izuku I just⊠this is weird why are weâŠâ you watched as his face saddened a bitâŠ..he looks so cute:(
âam I not good at itâŠ?â
ânono izuku! Youâre great at itâ itâs just like what if we get caughtâŠ?â
âohâŠthen weâll just have to be more quiet! we wonât get caught that way..â he crawled closer to you and placed his palm on your crotch.
âI-i know but- ugh..~â you couldnât say anything else as you got lost in the pleasure.
this time while he was blowing you he made eye contact with you, he looked at you with his big glossy green eyes. Heâd moan around your length sending vibrations that drove you crazy. what you hadnât noticed was how heâd finger himself while blowing you, he was stretching himselfâŠ.for what
when you did notice it though, it didnât leave your mind. Surely he wonât want to fuck right..? no that canât happen. you have to make sure of it. you can blow him and everything but- you canât lose your virginity to this kid and he canât lose his to you.
âHey midoriya, ya know this is as far as we can goâŠright?â you looked at him and you could see the disappointment in his eyes. he hesitated to answer.
âWe canât do anymore than a handy or a blowjob. so donâtâŠget any funny ideasâ
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âmhâ he smiled and said his goodbye and left. after that he visitedâŠless. like the addiction just left, just like that. He didnât offer anything but he was still touchy with you. this was fine, you could tell he was looking for something else, it was good to break things off.
after a couple weeks of no nightly visits, he suddenly knocks on ur door. you let him come in and he starts talking about whatever. how his day was, how his training was going, all that normal stuff.
âizuku do you want something from meâ you interrupted him mid sentence. he tilts his head pretending to be confused, he tries to say something but he canât.
âwhat is it. do you want me to touch you or whatâ he blushes and bites the inside of his cheek. âi justâŠcan..iâŠ..â he felt the embarrassment down his spine, he pointed at your crotch and then his mouth.
you sigh and grab his arm dragging him to your bed. You stand in front of him while heâs on his knees on the bed looking up at you like a lost puppy. you pet his head and pull your half hard dick out.
Heâs practically drooling as he wraps his hands around your cock and pumps it slowly while giving it kitten licks.
He quickly stuffs you in his mouth earning slutty moans from you, he does this till you start getting closer and closer to releasing. you had your eyes closed so you failed to see his quirk blackwhip slowly creep out of him.
he didnât take his eyes off you, he just stared while he blew you. you felt your body quickly getting bounded tightly together, you opened your eyes and izuku got off.
âwhaâŠwhat are you doing izu..â
ââm sorry yn..! I really really n-need thisâŠ~â he slipped his shorts off and straddled your lap, your dick at his entrance. you tried to fight against the restraints but obviously, didnât work. he was blushing like crazy and shaking as he slowly lowered himself on your cock.
âs-stopâ! stop it izu..aghn..~!â The wave of pleasure punched you in the face.
he was squatting on you like a rabbit, his hands on your abdomen and his back arched.
âhaa..whyâre you s..so tight..â your vision was blurry and you had already stopped trying to escape, it was no use. youâve never been inside someone, you knew it would feel great but thisâŠfelt so much fucking better than you thought.
âd-donât worry yn..Iâll milk your cock and itâll feel greatâŠ~â he smiled pathetically as he lifted himself up and slammed himself back down, your cock hitting his prostate. He gasped loudly and arched his back oh so beautiful, tightening even more around you.
âSh..shit izu..! youâre soo..hmnn~â you whined feeling your dick throb in him. he began at a fast and rough pace, bouncing on your dick.
âugh- mm..~ so big ynâŠ~! you feel so g-good..~â heâs moaning loudly while you just watch him fuck himself on your cock. youâre panting and feel as if youâre about to pass out and he still looks as cute as ever forcefully taking your virginity. you flush red and let out a small whimper.
âW-weâre still..close f..friends, right yn-y..â he leans down so heâs closer to your face.
âmm..â youâre too confused and lost in pleasure to respond properly. izuku smiles and gives you a small peck on the lips before sitting back up.
âI hope I can use your cock whenever I please yn..~â he roughly sat all the way down on your dick, his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out. a slutty moan ripped from his throat, your dick was deep in his gushy insides.
he tightened around you and you whined once more finally cumming deep inside him.
âhaa..uhn~â your body was tired, you just kept watching him. What was he gonna do next. He slowly lifted himself and you watched your own nut drip out of him.
âhmâŠth..thank you yn..â he looked you in the eyes with such seductive eyes before he went limp and fell beside you on your bed, his quirk disappearing.
you shakily got up and went to clean yourself up, you cleaned your friend up as well and got back in bed.
you finally looked at izukuâs sleeping face and let out a small sigh.
though you wish he wouldâve asked for consent, youâre kinda glad that virginity shit was over with. youâre confused is all.
you gently wrapped your arms around the smaller boy and pull him closer for warmth.
that morning you woke up with midoriya on your chest, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.
âizukâ ugh~!â you gasp realizing you were inside him again.
âletâs stayâŠlike this..â he said tiredly kissing your neck before probably passing out⊠he was like addicted to this.
why canât you say no to him.
a/n; what are yâallâs thoughts on izuku w/ the low taper fade
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#i love you izuku pls donât die#heâs so cute stoppp#mha x male reader#dom top reader#top male reader#dark content#gay#smut#male reader#rapekink#non con#bnha deku#izuku midoriya#izuku x male reader#izuku x reader#aged up characters
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vÄn máș«u cho những gai con #khĂĄtkhao #mongchá» nhÆ° chĂnh chủ blog
"Con nam mĂŽ A Di ÄĂ Pháșt, con láșĄy chĂn phÆ°ÆĄng trá»i, con láșĄy mÆ°á»i phÆ°ÆĄng Äáș„t, con láșĄy cỄ Tam Tháș„t, con láșĄy bĂĄc Quáșż Chi, con láșĄy thĂm Há»ng BĂŹ, con láșĄy dĂŹ ThỄc Äá»a. Con nam mĂŽ A Di ÄĂ Pháșt, nam mĂŽ A Di ÄĂ Pháșt, con láșĄy Äức vua cha, con láșĄy Äức Pháșt BĂ , con láșĄy Äức Ngá»c HoĂ ng thÆ°á»Łng Äáșż, con láșĄy anh Nam TĂ o, con láșĄy chá» BáșŻc Äáș©u, con nam mĂŽ A Di ÄĂ Pháșt, con láșĄy ngĆ© vá» tĂŽn ĂŽng, con láșĄy há»i Äá»ng nÄm sinh quan lá»n, con láșĄy ĂŽng BĂŽ, ĂŽng BáșŁy, ĂŽng MÆ°á»i, con láșĄy cĂĄc giĂĄ cĂĄc cháșu, con láșĄy cĂĄc cĂŽ cĂĄc cáșu. Xin hĂŁy vá» ÄĂąy phĂč há» Äá» trĂŹ cho con. Con láșĄy Äức Pháșt BĂ , linh cáșŁm cứu há» cứu náșĄn QuĂĄn tháșż Ăąm Bá» TĂĄt, phĂč há» Äá» trĂŹ cho con vĂ o Ticketbox má»t phĂĄt mua ÄÆ°á»Łc vĂ© Concert ATVNCG táșĄi HĂ Ná»i."
- vÄn máș«u kháș„n vĂĄi chĂn phÆ°ÆĄng mÆ°á»i Pháșt cho cĂĄc Gai Con, do PGÄ NhĂ hĂĄt ChĂšo QuĂąn Äá»i, ÄáșĄi tĂĄ-NSND VĆ© Tá»± Long (chÆ°a) cung cáș„p
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"You know, maybe I could teach even you a thing or two."
#OFMD Spoilers#Izzy Hands#Con O'Neill#OFMD#Our Flag Means Death#ourflagmeansdeathedit#ofmdedit#Our Flag Means Gay#Our Flag Means Daddy#My Gif#Daddy#dilfsource#dilfgifs#dailymenedit#dailymencelebs#lgbt#lgbtedit#candles#swordplay#I am so normal about this gifset yep#he is so hot I love him#gay#queer
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THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFULâšïžđ„čâšïž
#ofmd#ofmd season 2#our flag means death#izzy hands#ofmd izzy#wee john feeney#con o'neill#gorgeous pirates#our flag means gay
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nathan foadâs self obsessed journalist bit has me wheezing every single time I watch it, heâs so fucking funny oh my god
#ofmd#our flag means death#nathan foad#con o'neill#kristian nairn#izzy hands#lucius spriggs#wee john ofmd#our flag means gay#ofmd cast
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His beauty is beyond belief.
With shadows as his soft motif.
I want him. I'd come as a thief
In the night, to gain some relief.
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