#sleeveless biker jacket

[angstandhappiness]

Nice

These new outfits are looking damn fresh.

[honeyed-disgraceful]

[eloquentlytired]

18+mdni

— full.

pairing: biker!syverson x fem reader

word count: 4k

warnings: semi public sex, raw, breeding, dirty talk

author's note: wanted to pair it w the gif but it got flagged 🥲 I used an ss of it in the edit (3d icon). it's from a movie called Lorelei and the character reminds me of sy!

you're not invisible but sometimes you're just there. your girlfriends are giggling about things you don’t relate to — about boyfriends. about sex. you suck on your straw, although your milkshake is by far gone, because you're too deep in thought to realize it.

there's silence and then you realize the waiter is standing before you. did they order something else? you release the straw with a faint pop when you realize he's looking at you and suddenly there's another milkshake on the table like the one you had finished drinking moments ago. “he said uhm—” the waiter stutters over his words anxiously and you kind of feel sorry for him. “he said it's a gift to occupy your mouth” and then he's leaving without any other information about whoever it is that treated you.

your girlfriends seem more excited than you do because your interest overpowers all excitement. your eyes scan the bar and take in every possible suspect, it isn't packed since it's not a busy day. everyone seems normal or they're too good at acting nonchalant. until you spot them — a pair of blue eyes watching over your every move possible ever since you entered this establishment. your breath hitches and although you have no clue of who the man is, you just know the tasty gift is from him. his stare forces you to clench your thighs as you take him in — piercing eyes, ungroomed beard and a shaved head. the sleeveless leather he's wearing makes him even more intimidating but it isn't fear that you experience upon exchanging glances with him. the stranger eventually gets up, muttering something to the other men in his table, and walks away. you follow.

“ya’ know, it ain't real kind to leave gifts unattended like that.” you turn so fast that you have to grip the sink behind you to not lose balance. “w-what?” the blue eyed man scans you from head to toe as he takes a step forward, towering over you. “the milkshake. ya didn't drink it.” you aren't sure where to look — his eyes, his lips, that beard. or maybe those large tattooed arms that looked like they're not afraid to handle you. you try to take a step backwards but the sink digs into your waist and you gasp. “i... i’m full.” the man laughs loudly and you realize he's amused while you're utterly taken aback by the situation. “full? have you any idea what it takes to be full?” his gaze darkens and you swallow as your heartbeat reaches your ears. you don't get him but you're about to.

the message in his words becomes obvious when sy’s hand clutches the side of your waist while the other hand lifts your leg to slide it around his body. “there we go. what a sweet girl you are.” he rasps as he slides his cock inside your pussy and all you can do is whimper as your walls wrap around him too tightly because it's been a while. and oh he's so thick. “gonna move now. gonna show ya what full really feels like,yea?” he doesn't wait for your reply as he draws back until only the tip of his cock is breaching your entrance. you stare at him with those wide eyes of yours and he can tell you're excited but also nervous. he lowers his head to supposedly kiss you but brushes his beard against your cheek instead and the action makes you smile. your smile turns into a silent ‘o’ because he's thrusting his cock inside you then, inch by inch, until you've swallowed most of him and his tip is kissing your deepest parts. and gods you get it now because this is what makes you full. this completes you.

your hands grip his leather jacket as he fucks you, feeling every inch of his thick cock splitting you open without any mercy. he’s impatient and he deserves this — he deserves this ever since you've walked into the bar and drawed his attention. “so fucking pretty. so wet too.” he growls and grounds his hips against yours while your pussy flutters around him when he starts pressing wet kisses across your neck. “made my whole day, baby. come here.” you can't even think straight as he presses his lips into yours and kisses you. he fucks you like he hates you but he kisses you like you're his favourite sweet. your mouth parts for him willingly and you let his tongue devour you, the taste of your drink still lingering in your pretty mouth. “please.” you find yourself muttering between open mouthed kisses and deep thrusts that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. each time the man thrusts his hips forward, his skin slaps against yours painfully. it burns and you enjoy every moment. “please what? use your words baby.” you whine in protest and he rolls his hips punishing slow to make you feel the entire stretch his cock offers to your pussy. “want to come- want to be full-” you say and he smiles because this is good, you're a fast fucking learner. he grins, teeth on full display, as he picks up the pace and slams his cock directly into the spot that clouds all your senses. you arch your back and your breasts are squished against his chest, pebbled nipples brushing on him and making him lose his mind. “you sit so kindly. pretending to be good.” you want to protest and say that you are good but his hand clutches your hip and pushes you down on his cock as he thrusts up. “sipping on your milkshake. so sweet,aren't ya?” it's like you can't think anymore when his other hand slides from your hip to your swollen clit and starts rubbing there deliciously. the drag of his cock is heavenly and his eyes can't help but take a peak between your bodies whereas you're connected. it's difficult to not cum just by the sight of your wetness coating his bare cock but he holds back to care for you first. you cum with a cry around his cock and his fingers stay on your clit, toying around with it until you feel so oversensitive. “no more— can't do more!” you protest but he's silencing you with a kiss again while dragging his cock in and out of you, the sight of your unshed tears bringing him closer to the edge. “course ya can — fuck — come on. one more, baby.” and you really don't want to disappoint this big man as he places both of his hands on your hips and holds you flat on the sink, driving his cock exactly where it should be. you don't know how long it takes you to get there but you're squeezing around him again as you orgasm and this time he doesn't hold back either. his chest crashes against yours as he empties himself inside you, burying his face into your neck, and you can feel his cock faintly pulse within you. you're spent as he pulls his cock out of you and helps you stand properly, his hands still resting on your hips. “thank you.” you mutter almost shyly as you fix yourself and your clothing — just enough to look presentable. he does the same although his eyes never leave yours and you can tell that he has things to say. “ya got a paper on ya?” his question surprises you but you shake your head. “scuse me for this then.” he mumbles as he fishes a marker out of his trousers. you want to question him but you don't need to when he's grabbing your arm gently and writes on your skin with the marker. “in case you want another milkshake.” he says with a wink and he's out the door before you know it.

you stare at your marked arm. then at the phone number. and then at the giant syverson written on your skin.

your week is bound to be full.

[the-artificem]

someone said vi was wearing a biker jacket in her drunk lesbian hallucination sequence and like…. what if its a sleeveless biker jacket

[oranos]

Leather Biker Jacket

This sleeveless leather biker jacket made in maxis match style. Created for men! Available in 2 versions. One is the t-shirt version, and the other is the accessory version. You can create the style of your male sim with t-shirts, sweaters even topless in the game, if you want to use acc version! [You can find the ACC version in the ''Left Ring'' category.]

Base Game Compatible

20 Colors [T-shirt version] + 6 Colors [ACC version]

New Mesh [EA Mesh Edited]

T-shirt version: LOD0: 3996 LOD1:2264 LOD2: 1218 LOD3: 445 polygons

Accessories version: LOD0: 1332 LOD1:1001 LOD2: 510 LOD3: 234 polygons

Custom thumbnail

Compatible with All Body Types

my T.O.U

Download [Patreon - FREE] Public Release : 17 April 2024

[lovinglylibelle]

—𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 { pt. 3 }

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✧. GOJO SATORU

Okay we all know that he is a diva but actually he doesn't try to be. I know its shocking but somehow whatever he wears, he serves.

He knows he looks good and whats worse is that he knows how to make himself look even better. it just comes to him naturally.

firmly believes that the reason Megumi is able to dress well is because of his influence (he is so obsessed with himself istg)

Has a very very diverse style, wears whatever looks good on him.

Usually its a button up with trousers and a belt to accentuate his thin waist. Such a show off

Likes the color: white, beige, light purplish-blue, gray and black. Thinks they looks the most classy and decent out of all. i agree with him.

Also wears colours like olive green, dusty rose etc but very rarely.

Has a lot of sunglasses obviously, circle ones, oval ones and etc etc. Got them in various colors too, matches them according to his outfit or just wears his signature black round glasses.

WILL ALWAYS have the top two buttons undone showing his cleavage, and his sleeves rolled up to show his forearm muscles. Such a *****

Wears silver accessories cause they compliment his skin tone. Mainly wears a watch just for the vibes. sometimes wears rings too, says it brings attention to his humongous hands.

Sometimes wears normal shirts, when he is going for something more casual (its very rare because he LOVES to be overdressed for every occassion,)

He is very extra and even in simple outfits, he looks extra.

In winters, he wears coats, trench coats, normal coats whatever.

AND HIGHNECKS OMGGGGGGGG

OH AND, he actually quite likes wearing coats. Oversized coats with trousers and plain tees is something he loves but won't admit it cause he doesn't want to clash with NANAMI out of everyone in the world.

✧. GETO SUGURU

Resident Badboy™

Bro loves Black and only black, will not be caught dead with any other color in existence except for maybe charcoal or gray or a different shade of black.

Has a very weird sense of style honestly but manages to pull it off, pairs traditional outfits with western stuff somehow.

You know those bosozoku style of clothes that the toman gang wore, he has a lot of pants that look like that. Only the pants.

Wears button up shirts, black obviously along with that and other bottoms that he has.

He wears leather jackets. Again, a signature bad boy thing. He has a lot of different styles of those, some have multiple zippers, some have a lot of buckles, some are just plain and some have patches etc etc.

Has an emo typa vibe going, i mean he is sorta emo so

Would wear tattoo sleeves when he is wearing short sleeves or sleeveless things.

OMG WAIT, HE LOVESSSSSS to wear black tanktops.His muscles look so delicious in those and with that sexy manbun of his KTKSJTIDI AAA

Has a lot of puffer jackets and crew necks for winter.

OKAY SO HE ALSO WEARS THOSE LEATHER GLOVES that bikers wear. ones without the fingers. why the fuck do i keep making his hotter.

CHAINS. yes he wears a lotttttt of chains, some are religious totems, some are things that his daughters gave him. Dont be surprised if you find a cute little pink bow necklace hanging in the middle of silver chains lmao.

Wears those oversized cargos, yk the baggy jeans (nct). He also wears skinny jeans sometimes and somehow pulls them off. They are the bad type of skinny jeans,l thankfully.

Also has trousers for formal occassions or when he is taking his daughter out for dinner in restaurants.

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[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 ║ ❝𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞❜𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝❞

(A/n) ➳ I love FF7 Rebirth but the lack of Biggs screentime breaks my heart. Anyways, I’m gonna be writing for Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Biggs (Final Fantasy), and the Witcher characters (Games), so you can expect content for them soon.

Word Count ➳ 1.2k

Content Warnings ➳ Heavy swearing, mentions of intercourse, mentions of marriage, criminal records, jealousy..

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“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”

You shot out of bed with your blood pumping, hands spread out to put some distance between you and the intruder only to see Lori standing there looking very angry.

You groaned, rubbing your face as you threw yourself back down on your bed. “Jeez Lori!” You grabbed your blanket, to go back to your warmth. “If I needed an alarm I would-”

“What is the matter with you?!” Lori snatched the blankets and threw them off the bed.

You sat back up. “What are you takin’ ‘bout?”

You could see Lori seeth, her face red, eyes wide, her knuckles white. “Shane! That’s what!”

Right… You should’ve expected it.

It has been three complete days since you rejected Shane. You never spared a thought about him since Daryl kept you focused. Not with sex, sometimes but there would be times where you both just hung around.

You didn’t have a heavy heart about Shane, in fact, you nearly forgot about him. If it wasn’t for Lori interrupting your sleep, you would’ve continued on with your life.

Lori stuttered over her words. “W-Who’s shirt is that?” She demanded to know, pointing at the sleeveless gray shirt you wore.

“It’s mine.” You rolled your eyes and got out of bed, walking out of your room.

Lori followed right behind you and into the kitchen. “(Y/n)! Did you really reject Shane? Do you know how much that man loves you? How committed he is to you?”

“Yes!” You spat out. “And I don’t want it! I never did!”

You grabbed the coffee can to make some much needed coffee, placing a new filter and scooping the coffee into it.

“What is wrong with you?” Lori snatched the can right out of your hands, but you remained neutral.

You closed the lip and turned on the machine, hearing the water boil. You wanted to shout again, but you took a deep breath. Your hands clutched the counter tightly, watching the coffee drip into the pot.

“There’s nothin’ wrong.”

“He’s a good man (Y/n)! He would be a good husband and father-!”

“Then why don’t you marry him, Lori?” You shot back. “Cause you used to ogle him back in highschool!”

The shock was clear on her face even if you didn’t face her. You knew by the silence for a couple moments.

“That’s different!”

“Is it now?”

“Look (Y/n), Shane is a good man and he’s good for you. Not that biker guy.”

You froze. You felt your heart drop. “...How did you even get in here?” You tried to recover.

Lori shook her head, grabbing your shoulder to make you face her. “You still have time to fix this. Go and tell Shane that you didn’t know better!”

“I’d be lyin’ to his face and will be lyin’ to him for the rest of his life.” You told her, shrugging off her hands. “How would you feel if Rick lied to you for your entire marriage?”

“You would throw away a perfect man over a stranger?”

“Yes.” You answered without hesitation, looking straight into her eyes. “And I’d do it all over again ‘cause I don’t love him.”

Lori gave you a hard shove, knocking you back into the counter, the edges digging into your back with a sharp pain.

She pointed at you angrily. “You’re gonna regret this and none of us ain’t gonna be there to help you.”

“His name is Daryl, he has a brother named Merle.”

“Which one rides the bike?”

“Daryl! It was so cool! And his jacket!”

It was easy to get Carl to tell him what you told him, even though Carl promised to keep it a secret, the boy did love his comic books and games.

Rick whispered the names as he looked through records of those named Daryl and Merle, it was quite easy. There aren’t many named Daryl and Merle, especially if they share the last name.

He had to pull a couple of strings to get the information but once he was sure which Daryl was, he printed the brothers’ information, intent on showing Shane and you.

Daryl Dixon and Merle Dixon.

There was nothing hard on Daryl but Merle was a different story, it should be enough to convince you to not be involved with a man like Daryl.

And if you stayed, then you’d be stuck with a criminal brother in law.

You allowed Rick to enter your apartment, he could tell it was tense, might’ve because when Rick woke up, Lori was gone. He had everything printed and put into a folder.

But you were in no mood to entertain his opinions of Shane and his disapproval of your choice. “I don’t wanna hear it, Rick.” You snapped, your resentment with Lori was still fresh in your mind. “I’ve had it with all of you.”

Rick held up a hand, trying to calm you down. “I understand that but you gotta see the truth. That guy isn’t who he seems to be.”

You wanted to shatter the mug in your hands. First Lori learning about Daryl and now Rick? “Just-!” You wanted to shout at him as well. “Just… I don’t care, I don’t want to know anythin’. Nothin’ at all.”

But Rick didn’t listen, he tried to push the folder into your hands. “At least look. It might change your mind.”

You had enough. Your patience was gone. You screamed, smacking the folder out of his hands, the papers scattering across the floor.

“Why can’t y’all listen to me?!” You exclaimed. “I’m tired of everyone tellin’ me what’s right for my life!”

With that, you too pushed Rick. you pushed him out the door, ignoring his pleas to listen to him and read the papers. You slammed the door behind him, hands trembling.

You kicked the papers under your couch and marched right back with your room, you were tired. You called in sick for work and decided to order in.

Rick found Shane sitting at his desk, he was in no state to work but he refused to leave, and no sleep was getting to him. Shane had been on edge ever since the fate, and Rick’s finding didn’t do him anything better for him.

“What did she say?” Shane questioned, his gaze not looking up from his reports.

“She… She’s pissed, it seems she had enough of all of us.” He dragged a chair to sit next to him.

Shane’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening around the pen that he clicked. “Dammit Rick. I told you years ago that she’s always gettin’ with the wrong kind of people. Now look at her now.”

“I-I think it’s best you leave her for a couple more days, she doesn’t look well.”

Shane shook his head. “That fuckin’ redneck is gonna ruin her, none of y’all see it.”

“You say you care but-” But Shane left his desk and stormed to the bathroom. “Well shit.” He cursed under his breath.

Shane would have snapped if he found out Daryl was over your place, fucking your brains out.

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[octuscle]

My boss has been giving me shit ever since I got this job. If I could just put him in his place for one day…

Your boss's day is off to a great start. Power cut. And the Tesla is not charged. The only way to get to the office is by bus and suburban train. He hates public transport. But what should he do? At the bus stop, he pulls out his cell phone to buy his ticket. All around him are schoolchildren and wetbacks on their way to work. Damn, did he pocket the cell phone of his cleaning lady from Colombia? All in Spanish. And the phone far from his own brand new show-off model. And already has a few scratches too... Maldita sea! Why can't he buy a ticket now? Tarjeta bloqueada. That's all he needs. His not-so-clean trousers hang low on his narrow hips. The waistband of his fake Calvin Klein briefs is clearly visible. When the bus arrives, he rummages in his deep trouser pockets for a few dollars. Just enough to buy a ticket.

When your boss changes trains, he realizes that his briefcase is gone. Where the hell did the hip bag come from instead? He looks inside. Tobacco, cigarette papers, a few crumpled dollar bills, some weed. And condoms. Lots and lots of condoms. His gaze falls on his reflection in the window pane. Mierda, soy un espalda mojada. ¡Un sucio y apestoso espalda mojada! Instead of his spotless white shirt, he wears a dirty wifebeater. And the jacket has become a sleeveless open plaid shirt. Not entirely clean either. His feet are in dirty biker boots. A couple of silver chains around his neck. Shit, something's not going well. When he arrives at the station, he walks towards the toilets. He needs a mirror. Sporty and dynamic, he jumps over the turnstile at the entrance. He has no more money to use the toilets. There are the mirrors. And that's no longer your boss. Okay, the other hustlers at the station all call Juan "jefe" because he has the biggest cock. But apart from that, he's nothing but a well-trained wetback hustler.

One of the other hustlers comes up to jefe and asks for a fag. Juan panics. Should he be nice to the scum? Juan will probably need help. On the other hand, the mere presence of this gay trash makes him nauseous. At least he speaks English. Juan decides to be friendly. And he tries to reply that they can share a fag. He replies in broken English with a heavy Spanish accent. The other hustler thanks him with a fist bump. He doesn't seem surprised by the language. Juan builds a cigarette, takes a first drag and passes the fag on. While they smoke in a corner of the train toilet, a punter wanders around them. Juan doesn't think much about it. He needs money. And it can't get much worse than this. His eyes and those of the punter meet. The rest happens without a word. A few minutes later, Juan kneels on the piss-strewn floor of the toilet and swallows the cum of a strange man. And he's a pro, he gets a hard-on even though the punter is rather disgusting.

It gets quieter from 10:00 onwards. The rush hour is over. There's nothing to do at the station until 16:00. Juan counts his takings. 120 dollars. Not bad. He joins the other hustlers at the kiosk in front of the station, smokes a cigarette and drinks a beer. He needs to get rid of that damn taste of cum from old fat white men. Then Juan has to go to the wholesale market and clean the market halls. He's definitely no longer the boss here. The job is also badly paid, but he has to prove he has a regular job so as not to lose his residence permit. And there are showers for the employees. If he goes back to the station sweaty and dirty, he can forget about good sales.

Juan is just getting out of the shower when a regular customer contacts him via Facetime. He asks how his favorite slut is doing. Juan poses a little in front of the cell phone camera. He doesn't understand English very well, but he knows that his customer gets horny when he shows off his hairy armpits. And the customer pays well. Most of the time, Juan even gets a bit to eat. And if he's lucky, he can even spend the night with the client and doesn't have to go to the dirty dormitory where Juan has currently rented a bed. But if he's not lucky, at least he knows where his place is.

Pic of your jefe found @marechais 

[okaerina]

𖥻 THINGS — enhypen ◌ ִ ۫ ּ

syn ; things enha reminds me of !

heeseung !

dangly earrings, pendent chains, skinny ripped jeans, rock guitar, clubbing, late studio night, concerts, rainy empty street, love songs, specs, ice cream, deers, rainforest, going over the speed limit, long drive, polaroids, balcony, tattoos, collage campus, basketball, getting into fist fights, breaking rules, warm breeze, kisses, sharing earphones, untied shoelaces, sleeveless tops, cross jewelries, chase atlantic songs

jay !

red wine, ball dance, guitar, empty kitchen, champagne bubbles, tuxedo suits, runaway, black cat, fashion magazines, gold jewelries, camping, eucalyptus, biking, biker jackets, street racing, late night walks, city lights, porsche, cologne, the weeknd songs, loose tie, fancy restaurant, chanel bags, iced americano, home, long hugs, words of affirmation, eye contact, autumn, posh music, v necks, opera, musical recital, marriage, ancient churches

jake !

pancakes, golden retrievers, empty parks, cardigans, picnic, wolf pups, landscapes, abstract art, lip piercings, makeout sessions, mornings, cream, sheets, swimming, sand castles, tree houses, venus, varsity player, rings, clashing waves, sun shinning through curtains, backyard, champagne, sparkly eyes, netflix and chill, forehead kisses, caramel fudge, winter, jb songs, garden, lilies, lipstick stains

sunghoon !

sculptures, greek mythology, snow, ice skating, pointe shoes, swan lake, ice rinks, rhinestones, vampires, sharp canines, royalty, huskies, novels, cruise, 90s songs, ear muffs, moon phase, poetry, dandelions, maple leaves, vanilla shake, pearls, penguins, blush, lucid dreams, confessions, lullaby, archangels, romance movies, boyfriend coats, monsoon, hair blowing because of the wind, moles, tears, old love, unrequited love, ribbons, weddings

sunoo !

sun, tulip field, solar system, marshmallows, tteobokki, street food, shopping, karaoke, smiles, cute stationeries, stickers, secret diary, cheek kisses, mufflers, red foxes, bratz doll, playdate, selfies, carnations, easter, boba tea, bestfriends to lovers, cherry blossoms, lip gloss, skincare, disney shows, late night face timing, gossiping, watching kdramas, sanrio stuffs, blowing bubbles, photo booths, texts, horizon

jungwon !

kittens, valleys, teenage dream, gold fish, aquariums, subways, cds, headphones, empty bus rides, babybreaths, holding hands, first love, taylor swift songs, messy hair, vacation, countryside, group study, constellations, piggyback ride, dimples, converse, empty classroom, sheep cubs, indoor plants, mini cactus, namsan tower, han river, late fall, vintage hand written letters , young love, romcom, kitties

ni-ki !

graffiti, sunsets, baggy pants, late night dance jam, empty beach, bicycling, sea shore, ear piercings, watermelon, summer, slow dancing, grass field, bungeoppangs, duck chicks, disneyland, ps5, arcade, puma cubs, eskimo kisses, bracelets, youth, climbing fences, skipping school, skateboarding, mangas, school festivals, footsies, cute band aids, oversized attires, j-rock, night sky, laughters, slice of life, teenage, playfulness, photo booths, anime, shoujo manga

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[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

saw the greatest thing at work today lads. big, muscly guy who looks to be part of some kind of biker club comes up to my register, sleeveless black leather jacket and beard, most stoic looking guy you’ll ever see.

as I’m bagging the groceries I see this heart tattoo on one shoulder with That Font tm and you’d expect the usual, but as I read it it says ‘I Love my Family’ and there’s a little stick figure drawing that presumably his little kid drew underneath, and a bunch of chibi cat faces around it. And the way my heart lit up omg

[drewpicturesani]

Your honour they are just so, so stupid- [image description: a digital illustration of the Bad Boys alliance from the Limited Life SMP Youtube series. The three men - Grian, Joel "SmallishBeans", and Jimmy "SolidarityGaming" are posing in a exaggerated 'cool' gang style. In the front, Joel is knelt on one knee, sticking his tongue out and holding his hand in the Rocker symbol. Behind him stands Grian, who is awkwardly holding one arm, unwilling to commit fully to the bit, and Jimmy, who is leaning confidently with his arms crossed. All three are wearing biker-inspired outfits, with Joel in a sleeveless biker jacket, Grian wearing a leather jacket over his red sweater, and Jimmy in a denim jacket. Behind them is large text that reads "Bad Boys" in capital letters. End ID]

[nova--spark]

Maybe this is a bad time to bring this up but we’ve seen the Jasper Trio turn into Cybertronians but what if Team Prime turned human?

Ok I have been thinking on this and Going off my messing with the idea of Quintessa, set in about a year into the Timeskip AU for further funnies. Mortal Machines

A vengeful Cybertronian sorceress had returned with a grudge. And a very high superiority complex to rival most other cons to boot, she used a relic so obscure, that it could be argued even Alpha Trion had not recorded it in the Iacon Relics.

And the unexpected results of this relic, were the entirety of team Prime ( Arcee, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen , Elita and Optimus Prime ) having a rather...unique and new kind of transformation. Into a human form. Human forms that resembled their holoforms at the very least, which made recognizing them far easier than if they had been regular humans, but... Oh lord was this going to get hectic. It was..an experience for sure. I mean sure, holoforms could be quite realistic in their sensations, to the point of picking up, carrying things, feeling , but this was wholly new to the team. They were just very glad that when it did happen? They were close enough to contact base at all. Safe to say? The kids were very perplexed to see the now human Autobots before them.

The first they encountered was Bumblebee, with sun kissed skin, eyes of icy blues you'd think they were almost silver, and short golden blond so perfect you'd think his hair was golden straw, if not for the faint black streaking through it in spots. He looked so young, in his early 20s surely, and a sturdy 6ft tall. Scars littered his skin, but he was quick to scoop up Raf into his arms, laughing as the stunned kids saw him in a true blue human form. He was dressed in what looked like just casual wear, save for the bright yellow and black leather jacket, with a fittingly bee themed emblem on his back and shoulders.

Next was Bulkhead, who looked so...normal in comparison to some of the more brightly colored team mates, but upon closer look, his near black hair was indeed a dark green in the sunlight, eyes of steel blue, and dark skin, marred in scars. His hair was cut short, but he wore a baseball cap [which somehow held the Wreckers emblem, which was amusing to Miko] that covered it anyway. His face was framed by a large bushy beard and mustache, and he had a few wrinkles, but from smile lines. He was dressed in what many construction workers would be found in, a vest, grey t-shirt, and jeans with sturdy work boots. He looked to be at least in his early 30s, which they found quite fitting. He towered over quite a few, at 6ft 5.

Wheeljack by comparison, looked to be in his late 30s, and was dressed like a biker, a leather vest covered in various patches, his hair a dark grey and streaked with silver that complimented his ever so lightly tanned skintone , and the same steely blue eyes as Bulk. He looked beyond elated, picking up Miko and runnin aorund with her on his back as they tested out how energetic he was as a human, now that he could pick her up with less caution at all. He was only an inch shorter than Bulk at 6ft 4, which he ribbed on his friend for.

Arcee by contrast, looked so simple. Dressed in a sleeveless high neck shirt, black jeans and combat boots, what stood out most was her midnight hair with a pink underdye and her bangs framing the sides of her face fading into the iconic pink of her head pieces. Her eyes were unique, almost a pale blue-violet, with the faintest tints of pink. Her lips were painted a dark blue which stood out against her lightly tanned skin, and Arcee looked to be in her late 20s by comparison to the older men around her. She stood at 5ft 10 next to the guys, small sure but not dainty as they could tell by her physique.

Smokescreen, who to no one's surprise was also in his early 20s like Bee, was in contrast a mix of both his previous and current paint job. His hair was an almost silvery white, but streaked with faint red like Bee's black streaks, and eyes of bright aquamarine. He was dressed in a racer's jacket, white red and blue with his old number on the back, though his t-shirt by contrast was blue and yellow with his current new number on the chest. He looked to be the most excited to be human, and was 6ft 2 , towering next to Jack [who was just 5ft 10 in comparison].

Ultra Magnus was...the fitting image of a soldier in his prime years [roughly early 30s], dressed in what looked like combat ready gear, which was a stark contrast to his blue hair streaked with faint red. His eyes a silvery blue, they were still firm in their gaze as he tried to understand what had happened to them. Pale peachy skin was marked with scars of a fitting second in command however, and he stood tall, at 6ft 6 next to most of the others.

He didn’t say much, he may as well have been a statue if you asked the others, but his eyes passed over each teammate, ensuring they were alright.

Ratchet…was another story. He was outraged by this transformation-transfiguration? Whatever it was, he would like to very much be back in his own body! Standing at 6ft 3, Ratchet had white hair slicked back into a decent braid, with just the simplest streaks of red-orange in it and a well cared for red goatee. His skin was a rich warm tan tone, and his eyes were an almost green tinted aquamarine, as his eyes had never really been the same after his incident with Synth-En.

Dressed in a white lab coat and scrubs, he certainly at least looked like a doctor, which amused the kids quite a bit. At the very least he too looked his age, in his late 40s.

He however, was not at all amused.

Lastly was Optimus and Elita, who had been likewise, caught in the transformation.

Elita was beautiful, standing at 5ft 10 and in her early 40s, her pink hair had a black underdye, and complimented her rosy complexion and sapphireine eyes. She was well dressed in a dusty pink suit jacket, with a white blouse, but casual jeans and most surprising or fitting, black combat boots.

No one could say Elita did not look like a formal yet terrifying soldier.

By comparison, Optimus looked quite…different

Dressed in refined clothes almost reminiscent of a professor, Optimus looked to be almost in his 50s, wrinkles along his eyes which were a gentle cyan blue, and gently tanned skin with a few scars across his features and a well maintained beard as well. His hair in contrast, was a deep blue streaked with white and red. Standing the tallest of all, at a towering 6ft 7 above everyone else. Surprising many, he had glasses, which seemed almost fittingly still on his gentle face and features. He wore a black turtleneck, with a deep red suit jacket and dark grey slacks, as well as black dress shoes.

He looked so…so normal.

Once everything settled, they called June and Fowler, and June was quick to give a check up to everyone.

Now they just…had to figure out how they would turn back to Cybertronians.

Primus help them.

[bl-bracket]

Round 2: Prapai (Love in the Air) vs Black (Not Me: The Series)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Prapai: "not every target of gender envy is an androgyne pretty boy. I wanna be a sexy biker in jackets and have dress shirts unbuttoned down my chest showing off muscle cleavage but sleeves tight around my biceps. Just the whole confident swagger vibe too yk"

Black: "Have you seen this little twink? He has tattoos and piercings. He dresses like the child of a 2000s emo and punk. He thinks breaking up the relationship of his enemy and his identical twin is more important than solving his own attempted murder. He swings around weapons and a baseball bat with such power despite being barely 5'6". He wears a sleeveless hoodie underneath a sleeveless denim vest. He's iconic and reaching levels of gender we never can"

[transpandaoctournament]

The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd places to the Transpanda OC Tournament, drawn by the wonderful and amazing @ashenberry

In 1st place, we have both Maya St. Fleur, the ex-demolition psychic therapist who'll blow your mind, and Jilly Bean, the sweet and sour totally emotionless villain reformer.

In 2nd place, we have Pan Kokoro, the spunky one-off episode alter of the body swapping protag Pan Yu.

And in 3rd place, we have Yuni Yoshinaga (and Yuki Fujisaki), the caring delinquent that accidentally get an identity swap/transition speedrun.

The original results

Thank you so much to absolutely everyone who voted in our poll! You all helped a lot in making us address all the characters that worked and who didn't quite just yet. This has been a great exercise to show off a hint of our WIP series's and our creative ability with character design!

Thank you for voting, and thank you for existing!

Photo ID under the cut:

(PHOTO ID: Confetti rains down from the sky.

On a 1st place podium, Jilly Bean has red and yellow skin, and long pink hair. She's wearing a dark, gothic lolita dress and sunhat. She shows little emotion holding one handle of a gold 1st place trophy, the other handle being held by a purple psychic force.

Left to Jilly on the same podium is Maya St. Fleur, who is animated with closed eyes. A purple energy is around her hand. Maya has a safety helmet on that resembles a bomb, and her fire-like red orange hair peeks out from the fuse and around her neck. She wears a green shirt, pants, boots, and has triangular bone growths on her arms. Maya has dark skin and an orange inner mouth.

Left of Maya is Pan Kokoro, on a shorter 2nd place podium. She is wearing a white sleeveless shirt, purple athletic pants, black and white sneakers, and has a red and white jacket tied around her waist. The jacket's large sleeves have been tucked in and tied like a white and red striped tail. She is posing energetically with her silver 2nd place trophy, but water is spilling out onto her head, shocking her. Her white short hair stays the same, but the red hair buns are turning black from the water. An exclamation point is above her.

To the right of Jilly, on the 3rd place platform is Yuni Yoshinaga. Yuni is currently a pink, amorphous ghost being. She is wearing her jacket and gloves. She's smiling cockily and showing off how only one eye has a pupil (a pink pupil with a heart in it), one hand on her chin, and she poses with her bronze 3rd place trophy.

Underneath Yuni is Yuki Fujisaki, whose head is cracked like an egg to let Yuni's form out. Yuki is sitting on her butt, leaning back a little with both hands on the podium. She is looking up happily at Yuni, and showing off her single pupiled eye (a blue pupil with a heart in it). Yuki wears a purple jacket, yellow shirt and skirt-like shorts, blue socks, and purple shoes. On her medium length purple hair, Yuki wears two hairclips, one pink one blue. She is wearing a pink biker glove on one hand, but the other isn't seen. END ID.)

[yanderu-deredere]

I got jump scared by emm being flirty as an amswer and am now slightly flustered, but of course she's my favourite, she and Casamir just shot up in my favourites after I read their story, emm just beat it out becouse buff biker women is slightly... my heart starts to Pan-ic ya kno?

a/n: honestly, emm is peak buff biker bitch and i absolutely love her... and im so glad you love her too!! neway, just wanted to write abt emm being best buff biker bitch lol

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You were excited. Emm had finally agreed to letting you go with her during her rounds around the factory. Usually, she insisted that it was much too dangerous, that there could be some sort of hooligan that could come and hurt you, but Casimir helped you wear her down.

In more ways than one.

Now you stood outside, waiting for her. You wore an outfit that kept you a tad warm; Emm told you that the breeze when you rode a motorcycle could get a bit too cold at times and you didn't want to give her any reasons to change her mind about you coming with.

Just as you started wondering where Emm was, she stepped out of the house and your heart stopped.

She wasn't wearing her usual leather jacket. In fact, it was hanging off of her arm, folded neatly and ready to be put on. Instead, what she was wearing a halter top with fishnet that showed off her cleavage. It was sleeveless so her buff arms were on full display.

You especially enjoyed the way she put her hands on her hips, making her biceps flex just a little bit.

And her leather pants? Practically painted on. They looked tight against her thick muscly thighs. The same thighs that could probably smash a watermelon way too easily if she wanted to.

Watermelons and... other things, anyway.

"Y'ready to go?" She smiled at you softly and your heart started back up, beating a hard staccato flutter.

"Uhm! Uhm! Yeah!" You stuttered out, hating the way your face grew flustered just from the sight of her.

Emm started walking towards you and, in your panic, you grew nervous and took a couple of steps back. Immediately, your ass backed right up into the motorcycle behind you.

Still, Emm continued advancing and you grew too flustered to even look at her.

You couldn't tell what her expression was since you were pointedly staring at the ground but you definitely noticed how close she got to you and how she was suddenly caging you against the motorcycle.

You tried not to look at the way her tight top hugged her torso, the way it pushed up her boobs--

You sputtered a little, unsure of what to do as she leaned down, her hot breath tickling your ear and your neck.

"What're you so nervous for, darl'?"

Then, the motorcycle roared to life behind you. You glanced up and quickly realised that she wasn't trying to do anything other than start the motorcycle.

You quickly stepped to the side, way more embarrassed than before now that you realised that you were just being silly.

Emm seemed to notice and laughed, all tinkling and soft, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you close.

She cupped your cheek and pressed a firm kiss against your temple, her other arm wrapping around your torso and pressing you flush against her "Oh, darl', you're too cute."

[spextr1m]

Amari Taymiyyah cuddling and hugging headcanons

A/N: *Sighs* Here goes nothing

Featuring: GN! Reader (Either you see it as platonic or romance but yeah I dunno how am I gonna see it)

Fluff

TW: Amari being shirtless (You can look at his Biker outfit- he's shirtless except for a jacket), Others who didn't get comfortable with ASMR, skin to skin contact?

- At first because he's a man of traveling a lot, he was stiff when you first make a move which he flinched a bit all sudden but you realized that you shouldn't push his boundaries only he tells you he isn't used to this after he travels a lot and his ex.

- Is a big spoon like this guy scopes you a lot, he scopes a lot especially when you're asleep.

- He doesn't mind being a little spoon at all.

- I think his pajamas will be always loose shirt and sweatpants with grayish green sometimes he wears sleeveless or rarely shirtless (LOOK AT HIS BIKER OUTFIT)

  - You'll immediately get baffled when he's out and is shirtless towards you which he lets out an awkward chuckle. ("Hey {{Reader's name}}-" "Oh he- *Baffled* !!!!!")

- When you have hard time sleeping, he'll ask Crystal or Adriana (Adriana said "You should've try #ASMR!" While Crystal does agree with that), he use his fingers to multiple tapping and does whispery things (He tries his best okay)

- "Am I doing this right?" "Yeah."

- He has raspy voice and his hair is getting aggressively fluffy when he wakes up.

- If you have movie downloaded in your phone after the mist sent you, he'll immediately watch it with you ironically it is you who gets asleep fastly.

- But if it's horror, he'll be "meh" but he's type of person who panicked despite he didn't show it.

- Hums a song when you're asleep.

- He unintentionally made you look like a tiny teddy bear when he's cuddling.

- When he has bad day, he immediately hug behind your back with pouting face

- Vice versa, Amari immediately senses and immediately hugs you.

- When you drool in your sleep, Amari immediately snickers and take a photo of you

- Of course, the lamppost shows it to Emery and Makoto.

- Lets you touch his hair or his rings (I hc it)

(Should I do Emari edition like cuddling)