#chav tf

[octuscle]

New Job

It had been a long day. It was already almost dark when Markus made his way from the insurance company he served as a management consultant to the hotel on this warm July evening. The Frankfurt train station district, which he had to cross to get there, began to glow in predominantly red neon light. Drug addicts, prostitutes, night owls and pimps mingled in the streets. At the corner in front of the entrance to a brothel, the doorman approached Markus. "Hello stud, you look like you could use a distraction. We have the wettest and horniest pussies in town!" Markus declined with a smile. Not at all, because it was a hard day and he just wanted to go to bed. He had the best argument of all to be left alone here. With that, he could keep pimps and hookers alike off his back. "Sorry, not interested. I'm gay." The bouncer looked Markus deep in the eyes and grabbed his crotch. "That's even better. I'm about to have a break. Feel like some sex with a real man, tie boy?" Markus looked at the fellow. Damn, this guy was sexy as hell. Short-shaven hair, the tight-fitting undershirt accentuated his well-toned figure and showed off the tattoos excellently. And grabbing the crotch of the perfectly fitting 501 made the bulge even bigger. The same thing happened with the bulge in Mark's navy blue virgin wool suit. "How much is this going to cost me?" he asked. The bouncer shook Markus' hand. "Ivan, pleasantly. Now you are my friend. I don't take money from friends." At that moment a guy who could be Ivan's brother came out the door, gave Ivan a fistbump and lit a cigarette. He eyed Markus and said if the stud would like to ride some of the horniest mares in town. Ivan laughed and said that the tie boy was his friend. He grabbed Markus by the tie and pulled him into the entrance of the brothel.

The way past the hookers, who showed breasts and pussies in the aisles, was the purest gauntlet for Markus. Ivan pulled him behind him up a narrow stairwell and then into a small room on the second floor. Two beds, a clothes rail, a TV on the wall. Nothing more. But Markus had no eyes for that anymore. The idea that he, as an excellently educated, highly paid management consultant, would have sex with a chav in this shabby brothel made him infinitely horny. And Ivan didn't seem to need to get going either. The two of them tore off their clothes, their tongues deep in the other man's throat. With Ivan this was easier than with Markus, but Ivan was strong and so jacket, shirt and undershirt soon lay in shreds on the floor. Ivan drove his tongue down Markus' neck, sucked Markus' nipples while he loosened the belt and opened the suit pants, freed Markus' boner from his boxer briefs and sucked greedily on the boner. Markus began to moan in ecstasy and thrust his cock into Ivan's face again and again. And Ivan was a professional. When Markus already thought he was going to cum at any moment, Ivan pulled his head back (not without running the tip of his tongue down the entire length of Markus' cock), turned Markus' body, threw him on the bed and fucked him as hard as Markus had never been fucked before. Damn, who was he kidding. Markus was fucked so hard every day. Unless he was fucking other fellows. His 120 euro haircut became a cheap buzz cut. His body became slimmer, wirier and more muscular. Tattoos adorned his chest, arms and six-pack. And with every thrust of Ivan's cock into his ass, he forgot more about his white-collar life. And more memories of a life in the red light district formed in his mind.

Fuuuuuuuck! Ivan shot his load in Markus' ass. Markus didn't need much more to cum himself. Ivan pulled his cock out of Markus' ass, turned Markus on his back and at that moment Markus shot his load into his own face and on his own chest. Ivan fell exhausted onto the bed and the two sweaty and cum-smeared bodies lay tightly entwined on the crusty sheets.

It was a warm summer night and the streets of Frankfurt's red light district were crowded. Full of sensationalist tourists, but also full of johns. Ivan and Marek were standing in front of the brothel smoking a cigarette. Ivan was addressing potential customers for the hookers. Marek had a different strategy. He made eye contact with other men. When they held eye contact, Marek wordlessly grabbed his crotch. Big words were not his thing. But his language was clear. If the man followed his example and also grabbed his crotch, Marek would just say "I'll fuck you for 100." He did not negotiate on the street. When his victim nodded, Marek just turned around and walked past his colleagues into Ivan's and his room. The rest usually followed on its own.

Pic of the recruitement found @platon65

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation #inked man #chav tf

[newchangestf]

I live in a rough neighbourhood not by choice but that’s not the biggest problem. I am in a block flats and I am constantly being woken up by the guy in the next door flat. He is constantly having parties and loud sex. I would confront him but he is a muscly chav lad. What should I do?

He was huge and incredibly intimidating. You had never spoken to him but had heard the parties. The boorish lads drunkenly singing, dancing, and god knows what else.

You've been in the flat below only for a few weeks and the parties are non stop. You're going to have to speak to him at some point and try and sort things out.

One day you notice it seems particularly quiet. You figure everyone is gone. This is your chance.

You knock on his door and wait. After a few moments the door unlocks and swings open. The towering beast of a man stands in front of in nothing but a pair of Nike joggers.

You're not gay but you're left speechless for a few moments. He's chest is huge and covered in dark hair just like his beard. This hair continues over his rock hard abs and down to a snail trail leading to the thickest bulge you have ever seen.

His thighs fill the joggers to the point you think they should rip. His feet are about as big as your face and are probably more muscular that your entire body.

You quickly snap out of your trance and introduce yourself. He listens as you explain your situation and your issues with the noise.

He's surprisingly calm and you wonder why you saw him as intimidating.

He apologises for disturbing you and invites you to enjoy his new shisha pipe with him to make amends.

Although not usually your thing the smell is alluring. You agree and sit down opposite him.

You both start puffing away and getting to know each other. His name's Kieran and he's actually a really nice guy. He works in modelling and says he's got a great eye for new talent as he gestures towards you.

You laugh at first but slowly you begin to lose focus. You quickly look over to him in panic as you start to go faint. He smiles at you just as it all goes black.

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When you come to something feels...new... different.

You're still in Kieran's flat but you've changed. You're more slender than before, you weren't fat but not as slender as you are now.

Your ass however isn't slender, it's now bouncy and round. It fills out the tracksuit you find yourself wearing almost too well. The outline of a jockstrap visible through the fabric.

You feel the cold metal of a chain against your skin that now hangs around your neck. A black baseball cap, backwards, finishes your look.

You're confused for a moment but Kieran's entrance to the room catches your attention.

As you look up to him new memories flood into place.

You've lived with Kieran for a few years now. Ever since he recruited you into his modeling/porn company.

He specialises in gay chav porn and modeling the latest outfits from Nike and Adidas. Those parties he always hosts? Not actually parties but drunken orgies.

You've been Kieran's favourite since he met you in the pub after you ditched college. Being his favourite means you're the only one that gets to be bred by him.

You look up to him with puppy dog eyes, he steps towards you rubbing his bulge.

It seems you're going to get a treat before the rest of the lads arrive.

#gay transformation #gay tf #male transformation #male tf #mental change #straight to gay #muscletf #chav tf

[wishmaster]

Hey a bunch of Chavs moved in next to me and keep causing a ruckus playing loud music? Anything I can do about this?

They stand outside staring at you, they know you're not happy with them and give you a proper hello. You fear for your future that is until you bumpy into one of them on your way out.

He's out enjoying a smoke, his shiny track suit catches you eye as does the firm ass sticking out from it.

Hey Bruv, his says in his rough broken British tongue, blowing smoke in your face, which bothers yo at first because you hate cigarettes and their smell.

Hi you say standing there almost entranced by him. He continues to smile at you blowing smoke right on you, but now doesn't seem to bother you in fact it seems some what intoxicating. He offers you a drag, which you happily take, the moment the fag hits your lips you feel something cold and metallic around your neck.

Fuck yeah bruv! you shake hands with him, you embrace as if you've known each other for years, unaware you now had the same heavy voice as him, your stuffy work clothes now replaced by a near duplicate of your mates suit.

But with your signature leather gloves which you wear just in case you and the boys happen to get into trouble, unlike your mates whose finger prints have been worn off working construction, you still had yours thanks to spending your nights banging the bosses daughter, you had a easier job at the site, assistant to the VP, which came with its perks.

Fuck Yeah you shout almost a rallying call as all your best mates gathered, it was Friday night, time to go out and raise some hell!!

#male transformation #body transformation #cursed object #chav tf

[alphasmokerpig]

Aah! My neck loudly cracks, thickening below my chin as my vocal chords adjust. Tingling, my ears stretch and pull forward, sticking out embarrassingly far from my head. I couldn’t see it but my hair had receded to a harsh short crop - framing a distinctly more dim and thuggish looking face, mimicking the other lads hot chavvy style. Wait. Hot? F—uck me. My thoughts were getting all messed up. Loike, you know, hard ‘n shit.

“Dat’s it bruv, throw all that smart crap away, like the stinking trash it is. Right into the fucking bin. Cuz mate, yeh gonna be assigned to the bins. A simple bin boy.” Dan hands me an empty black bin bag, my fingers automatically grip at its opening. Now I really did look the part. “Go on, throw yeh smarts all in dere.” Heavy shiz innit?” What the…impossibly, the bag starts to fill up, I feel the weight begin to lightly pull on my arm. A looseness swells in my mind. No. Fuck that. I was going to university, was going to get a degree.

With a last ditch effort my common sense takes charge and attempts to break free, but instead Dan just laughs and pulls me closer. He grabs my head and buries it deep within his hairy armpit. I struggle for a few seconds before I succumb, swallowing his heady musk like an addict. Eventually he pulls away and stares at my blissed out, sweaty face. The bag in my hand felt so heavy and full as my brain continued to empty straight into it. Bit by bit.

“Wot was it you said, ‘pungent’? Bet you can’t even say dat word no more dunce.” P-un-junt. He was wrong…I didn’t even know what the word meant now. Not knowing made me feel so good downstairs. Pleasurable.

#chav tf #tradie tf #transformation

[hardwriterdeluxe]

Second Life

I’ve been were busy recently and haven’t had time to write and I’ve also had writers block, I wanna thank @chavdrone and @kaithescallylad for inspiring me to write this story! ________________________________________________

Oliver was walking home from a friend towards the bus stop when he noticed a new shop. He had been around this part of London many times and had never seen this store before. Its dusty storefront displayed many different styled mannequins in attempts to be trendy, but they just ended up cheesy. Oliver looked at the store and read the half-broken neon sign, “Second life”; it was a second-hand shop. Oliver had time to kill, so he took the opportunity to check the store. It was open, and he went in. He was met by a large arrangement of racks with clothes and shelves; he didn't know where to start. The store seemed to be empty of any customers, and the checkout was empty as well, so Oliver just went around browsing for potential items.

Oliver was your average guy. He studied at some college in London he had recently turnt 20 and described by his nerdy characteristics: brown overgrown hair, glasses, a lanky build, and an normal clothing style. It was out of character for Oliver to blink twice at the White Nike trainers he just passed. His body felt drawn towards the pair, and even though the pair were size 11s and his feet were size 9, he felt obliged to try them on. He grabbed them and went towards a dressing room, not finding any other mirror or place to sit; he went there. Oliver removed his boots and put on the White Nike Tns. At first, he felt amused seeing these large, comically-looking sneakers on his feet, but that soon changed. The sneakers quickly started feeling moist, wet, and they were smelling; he was confused. Becoming uncomfortable, he quickly tried to yank off the sneakers, but to no avail, they were simply stuck, and the size gap weirdly felt snug.

Unbeknownst to Oliver, Second Life wasn't just an ordinary second-hand shop; no, it was a store offering a new life. Each item dropped off by the last owner transferred their essence into the new owner, ultimately forming a second life for the customer. Oliver's body started to change, and his height increased; his body frame started filling out, his lanky arms becoming toned, and his stomach gaining the outlines of some abs. His body gained a lean look, and his body started to emit the same smell his sneakers had; ultimately, exuding masculinity mixed with a new fragrance coming from his body, some cheap Axe deodorant and cologne. Oliver's face started changing; Oliver originally had slim and feminine features, a round nose and jaw, and a kind-looking face. That dramatically changed as his jaw started to square up, some stubble growing in, and his mouth gaining a stupid expression, a stupid grin. His nose swelled up and got crooked from all the fights he "supposedly" had gone through, and his eyes squinted up as well as his brow ridge squared up, his eyebrows becoming full and dark, and his ears becoming pierced. Oliver's hairstyle went from his long hair to a short-styled fade.

Oliver's clothes disintegrated all but his underwear that changed into some blue Nike boxers, as well as his bulge growing to accommodate his new length and foot size. Oliver's body started getting new clothes as a black football tracksuit materialized on him, the pants tucked into his socks, and he ultimately got a chain around his neck, finalizing his new look.

The last step was his mental state; Oliver's mind adjusted to his new persona and changed him into Ozzy, a 20-year-old British chav. Ozzy didn't go to college like those fancy shits; instead, he spent his days hanging with his brothers and working for some money. Gone was Oliver, and the world around him had erased Oliver for good. The store owner watched the whole change back in the storage, checking out another happy customer.

#tf story #scally chav #scallylad #chav lads #kiffeur

[transformattion]

roadman

Joe, a nerd, was standing under a bridge with his friend, Noah, sharing a packet of chocolate and talking.

"The new maths teacher is so annoying!" Noah says.

"Literally she's so annoying!" Joe replies.

They begin to hear laughter coming closer to them.

"My bus is here, see you tomorrow bye." Noah says.

"Oh ok bye." Joe replies.

Noah leaves and the people responsible for the laughter appear and are revealed to be Connor, a guy who used to go to Joe and Noah's school but got moved to a different school for misbehaved boys. Another boy that used to go to there school called Liam, who also got moved to the other school was with him. They were also with 2 of their friends who Joe was not familiar with. They were wearing casual clothes which consisted of an Adidas or Nike tech tracksuit, Adidas or Nike trainers, and a jacket. Connor had brunette hair in a middle part, Liam had brunette slicked back hair, one of the others had blonde hair in a flick up fringe, and the other had a buzzcut. Preston turned his head around and faced you.

"Yo Joe. You got a lighter dude." Connor says.

"No of course I don't!" Joe replies.

"That sucks, can you come to the shop with us then mate." Connor says.

"Why?" Joe asks.

"We need to catch up." He replies.

"Uhh. Sure I guess." Joe says.

"Yes get in mate." Liam says.

You go up to them and you carry on walking with them to the shop.

"What are your names?" Joe asks looking at the 2 unfamiliar boys.

"I'm Callum." The boy with the buzzcut says.

"And I'm James." The blonde haired boy says.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" Joe asks Connor.

"Yeah mate. She's so fit. You got a girl mate?" Connor asks back.

"No I don't." Joe says.

"When are you gonna get your haircut mate?" Connor asks. Joe's hair was very long and was touching his nose.

"Uh I don't know." Joe replies.

They get to the shop and they buy lots of energy drinks and when they get to the counter they buy some vapes.

"I don't think you're allowed to vape Connor." Joe says quietly.

"It'll be fine mate. Loosen up a bit." Connor says laidback.

After they buy the items they head outside. They walk to a bench in a more quiet area.

"Mate you kinda smell a bit." Connor says to Joe.

"Oh." Joe says.

"Let me fix that mate." Connor says.

He pulls out a can of lynx Africa and sprays it on Joe. Suddenly Joe start to get dizzy and feel very different.

"Bro lets go get your hair cut." James says and Connor laughs.

"Ok." Joe says like he is under a spell.

They walk to the local barbers and once they get in Connor requests that his usual barber cuts Joe's hair. Connor's usual barber, Tyler, comes up and tells Joe to sit on the chair.

"He wants a flick up fringe and also he wants his hair to be dyed brunette mate." Preston says to Tyler.

"Yeah coming right up mate." Tyler replies.

After the haircut they go to a clothes shop and Joe tries on a Nike tech tracksuit.

"Mate, you should buy it!" Liam says.

"Ok." Joe says in the same trance like tone.

"Get in mate." Connor says.

Joe and Connor go to Connor's house.

"So I feel like you're gay." Connor says.

"Yeah I am." Joe says.

"But girls are so leng, man and like their tits and ass. Like have you seen Kylie." Connor says.

"True Kylie is mad leng you get me." Joe says.

"Yeah mate, I get you innit. The lynx is finally about to solidify your transformation." Connor says.

"I mean you're talking like a roadman now and it feel good innit." Connor says.

"Yeah mate, it does. And Kylie's single right mate?" Joe asks.

"Yeah she is. And I feel like you suit a Josh more than a Joe"

"Yeah mate innit." Joe or Josh now says.

Joe went from being a nice, innocent, submissive boy with blonde hair, to becoming a total roadman. He was definitely not innocent anymore, dominant, and had brunette hair and styled more "British". He was now Josh not Joe.

"Mate, I feel proper fit innit!" Josh says in his new roadman accent.

"Mate, you gonna get with Cassie, right?" Connor asks.

"Yeah mate she's fucking leng af." Josh replies.

*next day*

Noah was under the bridge, waiting for Joe like always. He hears laughter.

"Nah bro, Kylies mad leng, like she wants to smash later, mate!" Josh says excited.

"Yo Noah, you got a vape mate?" Josh asks.

#gay to straight #roadman #roadman tf #trackies #chav lads #scally lads #nike tech

[octuscle]

Changed taste

Callum had left after the second act. The production at the alternative opera had been a cheek. The singers had been a disaster. And the announcement of the underground strike had been a good excuse not to have to listen to this debacle to the end. Unfortunately, the underground drivers had shown no consideration for Callum. The strike had already begun. The underground shafts were deserted. So it was a taxi. This contradicted Callum's attitude to sustainability. He always excused his flat in Kensignton by saying that it was so centrally located that he didn't need a car. Only a few of his friends knew that there was an old Jaguar E-Type and a brand new Porsche 911 in the underground car park. Callum's family had made a fortune from property speculation over 100 years ago. He owned the exclusive block of flats in which he lived. This and a few more.

When he came up from the underground, it had started to rain. And he had left his umbrella in the cloakroom at the opera. Underground strike and rain. Not a good combination for getting a taxi. In the shelter of the entrance to the underground, Callum searched on his mobile phone. A bus station was only 200 metres away. And it wasn't raining that hard. So he set off. And after a few metres, the heavens opened their floodgates. A downpour of torrential proportions drenched Callum in a matter of seconds. His dinner jacket was ruined. And his mobile phone only flashed once more before it died in the pouring rain.

The rain intensified. The few passers-by who hadn't yet found shelter quickly ran through the puddles to find somewhere to hide. Callum's best chance was a launderette where the owner or employee was about to lower the blinds. Callum asked if he could seek shelter until the rain had stopped. The young man looked at Callum and waved him in. He introduced himself as Kieron and said that he had to wash and dry a washing machine for himself while he cleaned the launderette. Callum would be happy to stay here for that long. Callum thanked him and asked if he could return the favour somehow. Kieron shook his head and showed Callum where he could find hangers to hang up his wet clothes. And pointed to a basket of washing. A customer had left it here. Callum could take some of it if he wanted to.

The clothes were obviously still unwashed. They smelled of sweat and cold cigarette smoke. There were dried precum stains in the pants. Callum was disgusted. But also soaking wet. And somehow he was… Turned on? Him? By those disgusting clothes. Kieron had switched on some music. Very loud. Gangster rap and hip hop. Definitely not Callum's style. But that didn't matter. He took the laundry basket and asked where he could change. Kieron pointed to the door with the "Private" sign. There were towels there too. Callum thanked him.

After pulling the door shut behind him, Callum took off his shoes, jacket, trousers and shirt and hung everything on hangers. A little hesitantly, he also removed his stockings, pants and vest. He was able to wring everything out, everything was so wet. He took a pair of boxer shorts out of the laundry basket. Yellowed white cotton. Precum and piss stains. Callum smelled it carefully. And then he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. So good! He had no idea why, but it smelled so good! Slimy drops formed on his own cock. The pants were a size 32, not his size. But they fit like a glove. His bulge was frighteningly large. And the wet patch was growing fast. Callum rummaged through the dirty laundry. The polyester tracksuit bottoms did it to him. He pulled them on, just high enough so that the waistband of his pants could still be seen. Now a pair of dirty white socks… Call took his trainers. Yes, they were still a little wet… But they would be fine. The T-shirt that went best with the trousers stank of sweat. Sure, Call had worn it for several days in a row. For sport, in the pub in the evening. During the day, he wore the Hiviz street-cleaning gear. He took his necklace, which he was so proud of, out of his T-shirt. Then he took his tracksuit jacket off the hanger, put on his gloves, put on his cap and posed in front of the mirror. If he played with his balls a little longer, he would cum here and now. Then Kieron would be fucking pissed. After all, making Call cum was his job.

"I hope the damn rain stops soon!" That was the caption under his latest post. Kieron shouted about how much longer he needed. Call opened the door and shouted back that it was up to Kieron when he could finally cum. A few seconds later, Kieron was standing in the doorway, grinning. He put the mop to one side. And got down on his knees.

Inspiration by @barty123

#male tf #reality change #age reduction #chav tf #ai image

[newchangestf]

I am a straight A student and a bit nerdy. I avoid doing sports and prefer reading. How would you change me to become a scally chav?

Well, I've heard a rumour that there's a chav called Kieran that has some pretty gifted spunk. Story is that his cum is so powerful it dumbs down anyone who swallows it and makes them into the perfect scally lad. You'd think him and all his mates were straight but nope, all cock obsessed.

He works for some joiner. I heard he was working on a house nearby. Maybe you can find him.

Yup that's him, he almost always works with his top off and nearly always smells of sweat. Hot right?

I've already given him a heads up. You're to meet him in the back of his transit van. Come on, I'm gonna watch.

--

You got to work pretty quickly. Never seen someone so keen to deepthroat a cock. He clearly enjoyed it as he was pretty rough with your face.

When he came it was so powerful. He grabbed hold of your hair and held you down over his cock, forcing you to swallow every drop of his thick spunk.

Looking down at your broken nerdy body he smiled knowing that soon you'll be just another lad for him to breed.

The next morning you woke up feeling different. Dumber, definitely dumber, but wow look at those muscles. You look much happier now. Especially with that massive cock that you now wield.

I think you've got a message on your phone by the way. Better answer it.

"Right mate? Me and the lads are heading down to the pub in a bit, you joining us Declan? Could use a hole to fuck 😈"

You quickly send back a picture confirming your attendance. I bet you can't wait to taste Kieran's cock again.

#gay transformation #male transformation #gay tf #male tf #mental change #muscletf #chav lads #chav tf

[wishmaster]

Chav yeah?

I wish to be a rude and hot chav

Look at me, I'm god damn beautiful, but I hate that about me. I wanted something more. Something more twisted. I wanted to be a Scally Chav. I made my wish to the wishmaster. and almost immediately the changes began.

Fuck it felt good.

I was letting myself go, letting the new me takeover.

Fuck Yeah.

I could feel the new me taking over. A tat seals my fate as my jumper changes to something more suited to me. A chain wrapped around my neck setting my fate, my dick was so hard mate I couldn't think straight.

Next thing I know I'm sitting there with my mates, hard and needed to get fucked up. I really want my dick sucked by one of the fuckers that worshipped us.

there he was waiting for me bruv. Sexy and ready to get his ass pounded by a real man.

And this chav didn't disappoint, his ass would be raw by the time he left my side that night I can tell you. FUCK YEAH!

#submission #chav tf

[b00tyliciousbabe]

Guys who could rearrange and flood my guts…pt 1

Welcome to the new hit series, “Guys who I need to clap tf out of my fat ass cheeks.” DISCLAIMER: do not judge me, i fantasise a lot but (unfortunately) irl I ain’t done anything (yet 🤭)

Logan Mandeville

WARNING: THIS IS LONG AF AND NOT PROOFREAD BUT ENJOY.

This guy just gives off BDE, I mean look at him; the toned abs, the strong arms, the body hair - he’s a fucking unit. In my opinion, he’s ugly hot as well, one of my biggest weaknesses. I’m from the UK and he legit looks like one of those white chavs/roadmen that would spark you if you even looked at them, and I find that so attractive. Ughhh I can just imagine him talking so tough and chavvy 😩 but at the same time I can picture him with a Boston accent and that literally makes me wanna suck the soul out of his dick. I kinda think I’m projecting my dream guy qualities onto him because I find him so leng but idc because I love it MWAHAHAAAA

Keeping the roadman aesthetic, I keep fantasing abt sucking him off in his tracksuit and eventually him piping me on the hood of his car. Let’s visualise, he looks like a Liam so for the sake of smut that’s what we are gonna call him…

(setting the scene: you guys are at a party)

It was a cool autumn night,

“Babe you look so fit tonight.” Your boyfriend said grabbing your waist and pulling your lips together. He had always loved seeing you in his brown leather jacket, it looked so big on you, but everyone loved how you styled the look. The kiss lasted for what felt like forever. The lights, the music, the people all drowned out, the only think that mattered rn was the two of you. “So do you,” you said as he stopped tongue fucking your mouth.

See the relationship u had with him was something special. From the moment he laid eyes on you, Liam wanted you to be his. Everyone at school loved you - the nerds, the band kids, the cheerleaders even the students who were basically alienated. What wasn’t to love? All of them…except the homophobes 🤮🤮, and since Liam was captain of the football team, he was guilty by association. That didn’t stop you from finding him attractive. You guys were never even meant to meet. But the day your lives became the storyline of an American teen show and he needed to raise his grade in English, was the day you both SAW each other.

“I’m never going to be as smart as you, no one can compare to the way you are.” Liam told you, and if you weren’t black, you would’ve even as bright as a tomato. “Look at me, you are gonna ace that test, you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for Li” You smiled at him, the eye contact just increasing the sexual tension between you two. “Tell you what,” he said licking his lips whilst staring at you twirling your hair and marking his essay, “if I pass this exam” “WHENNN” you interrupted, “when I pass this exam, would you wanna, maybe go on a date?” You smiled at him so innocently, “Of course, but it means you have to get at least 70%” “70%!! I’m barely pushing 50, omds.” Stop talking negatively, i want you to pass more than you think I do, now more than ever” I defended as Liam smirked at your newfound interest in being with him. Your bf went onto get a 87% in the exam, 2nd highest to ur 98%, and ofc that meant you had to go on a date.

(BACK TO THE STORY) you left him to chat to his teammates who loved your relationship, talk abt growth 👏👏 you went to talk to some of your best friends and the vibe was just so good. Everyone was dancing to the Weeknd. It was crazy in a good way obv. All of a sudden the captain of your school’s rival team starts touching on you. “yooo chill, don’t touch on me like that,” you said and your friends helped you to forget about him. “He’s such a perv, as if you would do anything,” they said “I know right, like I know I look good but come on” you attested. But he didn’t stop and Liam could see you were uncomfortable from the other side of the room. He stared with anger, as he downed his shot of whiskey. He moved towards you. “Is there a problem here babe,” he kissed your cheek as he hugged you from behind. “Nah, Li there’s no issue,” you smiled smugly at the dickhead who tried moving to you. “Can we go love?” You stared up at him. “Of course.” He said gripping your waist tighter, your eyes calming him down. You held his hand, rubbing his forearm to soothe him. “Yh Liam, listen to your lil (f-slur) bitch,” The whole party turned silent. He stopped walking, and you looked back at him to see he was fuming. “Li-Li, just ignore him,” you said with teary ish eyes and shallowed breath. He wiped your cheek. “You go I’ll see you in a bit,” He signalled to your friends to take you outside. “No, I ain’t leaving without you” you gripped his hand. “Babe, I’ll be out in a minute, just go”. Your friends helped you get out of there. The rest was a blur; You remember that your man walked out of that house with a bloodied shirt and blood covered broken knuckles, but at least he was consciously walking, and didn’t have to spend 6 months on life support, limping with a leg that would never kick the same. But hey, no one messes with you.

#gay #smut

[nortism]

doctor who liveblog pt 8

s2 ep1 new earth:

- yayay s2

- still not used to it being david tennant

- “i love you” “bye” mickey u gotta get over her, she does not want u😭😭

- new earth is fuckinf ugly

- oh fuck it’s the robot spideys

- CASSANDRA!!!!

- cat ppl let’s go

- THE FACE OF BOE!!!

- all my fav side characters

- no the face of boe

- uh oh she stole rose’s body

- “i’m a chav!” 😭😭

- oh the hospital is powered by medieval plague victims

- the doctor does not fuck confirmed

- very mysterious the face of boe

- rip cassandra, u were an icon

- gonna be so honest, i was not paying attention to a word the doctor said, i was too busy staring into his big brown eyes. he’ll be talking about how they gotta save the day and i’m just thinking “wowo look at his freckles.”

s2 ep2 tooth and claw

- very excited for this one bc i love the episodes where they go to the past and also werewolves

- well i’m not loving these priests

- whatever’s in the cage i think god is unlikely to forgive him

- “margaret thatcher ugh” he’s a real one

- he has got to get control over what year he’s travelling to

- is it in david tennant’s contract that he’s gotta be allowed to do a scottish accent for at least one episode of every show he’s in bc this happened in good omens too 😭😭

- good try rose!

- balamory 😭😭😭

- ayyy it’s queen vicky

- are we gonna find out what torchwood is or nah

- uh oh full moon

- uh oh wolf cult

- yayy vicky with a gun

- oh the big old diamond

- oh they crucified the wolf

- i do not trust vicky

- she needs to chill tf out

- ofc the royals are werewolves

- OMG TORCHWOOD

- ok that was crazy

#nortism liveblogs doctor who #doctor who #doctor who liveblog #tenth doctor #rose tyler #tenrose #cassandra doctor who #doctor who s2 #doctor who series 2 #new earth #tooth and claw

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