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whore-ibly-hot · 11 months

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What if we were the ones with the big chest? 👀 Which yans would be more of a boob than ass guy?

Also,how is your day going? I want to start interacting more with u ☺️

(I'm doing good, a bit sleepy, thanks for asking!)

Joey is a fan of both ass and boobs, as he finds the reader attractive no matter what. He never had a crush on anyone beforehand, so he doesn't really have a preference. His type is you, no matter what.

Fritz likes hips more than ass or boobs, as that was taken as a sign back in the day a woman was more fertile and could bear many children easier.

Ahmed and Patrick are both boob guys. Patrick likes them because they are easier to grope in public without him having to pull up any skirts or panties, and Ahmed likes them because they are easier to photograph and imagine them exposed.

Johannes also has no preference, but as much as he likes to think he is respectful and would treat a big breasted reader the same, it's obvious he is much more flustered and shy around a reader like that. He's just never seen a woman's exposed chest, and he can't handle himself if there is a lot of you in that area.

Carl is an ass man. Before he coerced you into being his little fucktoy, there where many times he'd watch you bend over, or stretch. Plus, he enjoyed the feeling of grinding himself against your ass through your thin pajamas on the many nights you slept over. Without you knowing, of course.

Puck likes all of you, as he knows humans are much more conservative and shun nudity unlike his wild and passionate fae brethren. Anytime you are exposed, he knows it's a lot for you, but you do it because you trust him. He assures you that all the parts you hide from him are beautiful. His only preference is that when around him, you show yourself off rather than wear mortal rags.

Joshua has no particular interest in any of the parts specifically, as he is more curious than anything. After the slaughter of the impure, he's not even fully sure what exactly he's into, as sex Ed wasn't big in the town even before the adults were killed. Gabriel drives home the importance of consumation but the simple farm clothes of the cult members and the lack of attraction to any other people leaves Joshua unsure what he would like, if he even knew what there was to like.

Gabriel is interested in only your virginity. The idea that an outsider has come into the village still pure and untainted surely must be a gift from there God. He knows that you were sent as a gift, and that your purity could only be given to him once he truly proved himself as a worthy disciple. He thinks only of the day when you must hear who his God has chosen as your betrothed, and God willing, it will be Gabriel. In his eyes, is it truly taking a girl's purity if it's taken by a man so holy and devoted?

Mattias likes boobs, because he's so used to past partners waiting for him to initiate and give all the physical affection even after a particularly rough fight. You aren't like that, and his favorite spot to feel fully wrapped up in you is with his head on your chest. (He jokes he likes your tits because the remind him of speedbags.)

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clumsyexpression · 2 years

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hiii, i love ❤️ your Ace hc, w him pacing a hole in the ground and all. made me think up a fic for it (i'll tag you when it's done!)

anyway, can i request one where he reacts to a fem!reader doing yoga? sorry, i been into yoga lately and it made curious! (did i mention i love Ace?)

okay, you're wonderful, bye! \(@-@'|

Whooooweeeee,

so sorry this is late – I had some WIPs to get outta the way, and also, um, life, but just letting you know you have been heard and im super flattered that you like my writing?? So much so, that you would want a request??? sfbbfnsdbsiufbfskfjsafb Hmmm, so im not very familiar with yoga, but I am somewhat if…faintly, at this point in my life lmao familiar with going to the gym and working out and I tell ya, what an experience lol So if you don’t mind me taking it from there, I’m pretty sure all of this would transpire if Ace noticed you in the gym:

Ace x fem!Reader in the gym minding her business and Ace is too lol

You thought you were doing your pre-workout stretches alone, and you find it strange that your movements are being mirrored in your peripherals even though you aren’t standing next to one?? You look over and this guy is trying his hardest to play it cool and to be polite but he’s been staring at you so long that he began to copy everything you do, since, if you’re doing it, it can’t be weird for him to do it too?? You only laugh from the flattery of his gestures.

You know when someone is super focused until something really interesting catches their attention? Well Ace could be hitting the speedbag, doing some full-on Tae Bo on a punching bag and will get absolutely r o c k e d when the momentum comes back at him from staring at you for too long. You’re minding your business and suddenly hear someone get sacked - only to look over and find a man giving you a goofy grin similar to that of piano keys since the 4 missing teeth that should be filling his mouth is lying on the floor and you’re not gonna question how someone can get a self-inflicted black-eye from a dummy opponent.

You hit the treadmill, doing your thing, and then all of a sudden you feel like you need to run for your life since Crash Bandicoot over here is trying to out-race the treadmill beside you, trying his best to impress you as he backflips over the little ‘speedbump’ when you finally ask if he’s ‘’’’okay’’’’ he’ll explain that the little strip that keeps passing through is a lil speed bump and they’re (whoever ‘they’ are lmao) tryna trip you up if you’re not careful but really its just where the belt on the machine had been fused together lmao

Wrapping up the workout session, you decide to power down by walking the indoor track that wraps around the whole gym. Being in the outer ring that’s designated for walking, you can’t help but notice how there seems to be a fire spout developing in the inner lanes of the track and no one is really taking note of it - especially since there appears to be a man LITERALLY BURNING in thought and another idea more may very well cause him to be engulfed.

Well, as it turns out, it only took one more occasional glance to you - and for you to be looking back - for that to happen and now everyone has increased gym membership fees, all thanks to you deciding to coincide your workout session with Ace that day. Sure, he did all the fire damage and what not, but if you weren’t so dang hot-

#aaaaaaaa i do look forward to your fic btw - do do DOOOO tag me so i can have meself a nice read :D #and i apologize to anyone who this might ruin but Ace definitely built like Crash Bandicoot #but we love him anyway <3 #one piece #one piece x reader #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #pink thread of fate

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gachagon · 1 year

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Holy shit was Adam's egomania Nth degree-even after he lost everything on the Haven bomb gig & then butchered the remaining dudes at Sienna's old base for not shining his boots like nuthin' was up. Later Blake steals his damn sword and probably could've *won* that solo fight (or at least made Yang's part waaaayyy easier) if she'd lobbed it off the bridge before jumping at him again. And even getting speedbagged by Yang's bike, Yang herself & then *both* of them doesn't quite shut him up! Unreal.

I wanna say Adam's persistence is really unrealistic but some abusers who are narcissistic and egotistical really just get angrier the more they're embarrassed by the people they lose control over. As the fight goes on he just starts yelling and screaming pathetically about how Yang's worthless and "What does she even see in you?" because he's losing a fight again to someone he THOUGHT he could easily manipulate

He had this whole sick idea to get revenge on her and make her pay for leaving him by taking away the things she cared about that wasn't him, and it pissed him off so much that those "things" were kicking his ass and doing it EASILY.

First it was her friends like Sun and the other Faunus showing up at Mistral to stop his plot to take the tower down, then it was Yang literally throwing her bike in his face and then boxing the shit out of him. It was all these things that just kept adding up that made him realize how he had truly lost control over something he believed simple and beneath him.

So instead of showing shame and leaving her alone like she wanted, he just kept chasing after her to try and seek revenge on her. She never really did anything to hurt him except choose other company, and that is the one thing he couldn't stand.

#rwby volume 6 #rwby adam

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izzyspussy · 11 months

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JSYK, I don't think obligingly is too much for a Jamie POV. His vocabulary is not small. I always think about Roy offering to use his balls as a speedbag and him saying "not especially" rather than "not really." He often goes for bigger words, or unusual phrasing. You could go for obediently, or fully change the phrasing and go for like "get the message and bugger off," but in regards to "too much" for Jamie-voice... he uses more complex vocabulary than be needs to all the time.

I don't think it necessarily feels too complex, but like too... pompous? overly specific? & I guess part of interpreting his voice/vocab is deciding whether the times he used the wrong word in canon was mispronunciation or that he didn't know the right one or whatever other reason. idk this fic is a long one so it's going to get line edited several times so I guess we'll see how it shakes out. at the moment I think it's 'respectfully' but it has also been 'obediently' like you mentioned, 'kindly', and just omitted. *shrug emoji*

#jack facts #jack chats #thanks for the input!#writing process #tatg

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secondgenerationnerd · 4 years

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After someone tells Dahlia she's got her Papa's temper.... “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”

By someone you mean Grace, right? High key, I love writing these cousins, so enjoy <3

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Dahlia Todd prefers the speedbag when she’s pissed off. Keeping time in her head as her knuckles burns helps with the anger.

“Hey!” Grace jumps back as Dahlia swings at her. “Dude, chill!”

“People fucking suck.” The 17 year old seethes, cloudy unfocused eyes staring past her cousin.

“Yeah, we figured that out when I was 8.” Grace catches the speed bag to stop it. “Do I want to ask what happened?”

“Oh the usual.” Dahlia clicks her tongue to find the bench with her water bottle.

“Dad says you have Uncle Jay’s temper. He’s also the one that thinks Uncle Jay needs anger management.”

“I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.” Dahlia growls.

“Uh huh....Want to go on patrol and break some noses?”

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

#grace drake-kent #dahlia todd #Jason Todd #Tim Drake

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berribreeze · 4 years

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fuck my heart hurts so much right now... like someone punched it like a speedbag... and crumpled it up in their fist... and threw it in the dirt... and crushed it under their heel...

#I'm feeling a little better now #but I feel my loneliness so deeply right now

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goodmorningdaffodil · 4 years

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Be still.

be still my beating heart,

as if to say slow down this derailing train. pause this car crash as my heart slams into my chest, airbags deploy, contact. like a boxer hits a speedbag.

theres nothing i want more than to pause this moment and dive deep into the pools of your eyes. i could never be still.

even around you i was always nervously tapping the ash that had yet to form at the end of my burning cigarette but i did it without pause in continuum until your gaze fell on me. hold back this rush of blood to my face. im begging. dont let her see me in a moment of weakness.

let her see me,

strong and unwavering, but that never looked good on me.

like the suit and tie i only put on once for my grandmothers funeral, but still I screamed the whole time because its not what i wanted to wear. why did i care how much about how i looked?

as i changed for the third time and you texted me saying you were close i wondered the same. but i cared. i cared about every dog hair on my sweatshirt and every piece of cotton stuck to my shirt. i always wanted perfection and you pulled it off so easily. youre why i cared so much.. your the speeding train, lips pursed heading straight towards mine, you were the car crash that i found so much beauty in. you.

be still my beating heart. but the heart takes commands from no man. that heart belongs to you and it always has. my heart, my soul, and my body belongs next to you. huddling close, soaking wet trying to get out of the rain. i felt your heart beat. matching mine. i felt the thunder rumble in reply. i saw the spark of lightning in your eyes. and i felt the electricity in your kiss. this is what the heart beats for, this is what its craved for so long.

These are the moments i live for. and you are the reason i cant ever seem to calm, this beating heart.

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anxious-acushla · 5 years

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Hi lovely! Virgo, Libra and Scorpio please! 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you, beautiful!! xx

Virgo: Are you very critical of your own writing? How much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

HUGELY critical. At the same time, sometimes I’ve read through a chapter so many times that I miss mistakes...AKA I just did a re-read of both Exhale and CFDD and there are so many minor errors and I am SO SORRY for all of ya’ll and THANK YOU for not pointing them out because I’m hella embarrassed.

But when it comes to plot/dialogue/etc. I don’t do huge edits? If I’m not fairly content with something I don’t put it on the page? There’s a post going around about how if you’re stuck on a scene you can skip it and come back to it later...ummmm that’s not how my brain works? I have to go in order and I have to be mostly pleased with a scene before I can continue.

Libra: How do you balance writing and life? Do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

I don’t have much of a life? I do, however, work 60+ hours a week. Writing is my escape from all of that so I make it a priority. I don’t think I’ve ever felt overwhelmed...though I have some holiday gifts I need to start writing and am quite behind on those...

Scorpio: How much research did you have to do for your current wip? What was the weirdest thing you had to google?

Not a ton? It was an idea that came to me and it grew fairly organically from there. Hmmmm. I’ve taken kickboxing courses before but I am not at all skilled with a speedbag so anytime I have Arya using the speed bag I have to remind myself of how those feints work.

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alitheamateur · 5 years

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The Grind- Chapter 25

I figured parking the bike in the garage out of plain sight would be my best bet, just in case Tia spaced and happen to pass by Revel’s and let Livvy catch site of me there. As far as she knew, Cal and I were out at the pub for the first preseason Steelers game, grabbing a couple beers. I drafted Tia to persuade her into one measly night off from the unforgiving jump ropes and speedbags to go to some unrealistic, sickening, fucking chick-flick, and maybe allow her a drink. My real whereabouts had to remain unsuspected, at least for now. I planned on filling her in on all the secrets tomorrow night, and pray to God that it didn’t send her spiraling into a hissy fit just 5 days before her match with the Franklin Park gal.

I had never lied this much to anyone in my damn life, which didn’t make the fact that Liv was the victim, any easier. I had prodded through her phone, snuck out on the porch two or three times in the last week to ‘check the mailbox’ that I had already emptied earlier in the day, so I could return a missed call. I bought plane tickets with my Paypal so she wouldn’t see the transactions, and paid Mac $200 to play chauffeur to the airport, all behind the back of the woman in my life. It was for her own good, and for my own peace of mind.

I opted to reach out to Liz first, stealing her number from her daughter’s phone contacts, figuring if she and Tony were anything like my own parents, the lady of the house called the shots. I pleaded with her best I knew how, to promise we keep my little master plan hidden from Liv, and in typical female fashion, she whispered “oooh’s” and “awwww’s” about how I was just ‘too sweet and romantic for my own good.” Shit, you got a lot to learn about me, lady.

They flew in early this morning, and I gave Mac all their hotel info to pass along when he picked them up, so I could spend the day with Liv in peace, not having to duck out to answer a thousand phone calls. The Elliott’s weren’t happy about my fitting the bill for their visit to the ‘Burgh, but I insisted on treating them like royalty for the week they’d be in my city. Anyone with Livvy’s blood in their veins, deserved to be considered as such. No matter how strained the healing relationship between the three of them was, Tony and Liz were still her parents, and I’d give them that respect. Sure, the way they handled some situations with their daughter was lightyears beyond fucking foolish if you ask me, but that wasn’t my battle to fight.

I figured Revel was a happy medium for dinner on their first night. It was just hoity enough to impress them, but not stuffy enough to overwhelm them. I had to scoot Liv out the door first, knowing the dress pants and button up Ralph Lauren would’ve been a dead give away into my long list of fabrications this week. I had to work one-on-one with Tia to organize everything, directing her to keep my lady out late so I could get home first and change inconspicuously. But threaten her not to get Liv completely bombed so she wouldn’t be hung over for the surprise breakfast with her parents tomorrow morning. I only booked their hotel room for two nights, in hopes that this whole shebang wouldn’t pop off in my damn face, and Livvy would let the two of them finish out their visit at our place.

Once my helmet was strapped and locked to the bike, I turned the corner into the main lobby of the restaurant to make my way to the hostess chair. I made sure my guests were seated already, and followed the direction to our corner table, wiping two very sweaty hands on the inside lining of my slacks.

God, please don’t let them laugh me out of this place.

It was like looking straight into the face of Liv in 25 years when I locked eyes with Elizabeth, besides the blonde color of her hair, not matching her child’s now darker strands. I guess I hadn’t noticed the stark resemblance over the video chat. I smiled at the two of them, I could feel it was awkward and forced but I hoped they’d return the gesture regardless. The couple stood, and I greeted the lady first, doing my best to always mind the Ritter manners.

“So nice to meet you in person, Mrs. Eliiott. You and Livvy might as well be twins! I’m uh… I’m Colton.” Her smile wasn’t the warm, sunny one I’d grown so fond of with Liv, but she was kind enough.

Tony, patiently standing to my right, observed every little inch I moved. Typical of the father to a girl, I assumed.

“Oh, Colton, it is very nice to meet you finally. And you look so sharp!” Liz held my hand between both of hers, to appreciate the treasure of a man who could dress himself with some sense these days.

“Thank ya’, ma’am,” I blushed awkwardly. Compliments were never my strong suit.

“And Mr. Elliott, how are ya’ sir? Nice to see you.” I turned on the masculine shake when approaching her dad. My own father engrained the importance of a firm grip greeting as soon as I could talk.

“Enough with the formal stuff, Colton. Call me Tony. Although, I can admire the respect you have for your elders. To be honest, I didn’t expect such from a guy who beats people up for a living.”

Happy to shatter your stereotypical idea of me, man. But, I’d still break the nose of any fucker in this entire place who breathed the wrong way.

“Don’t let the scarred knuckles fool ya’, sir. I’m not a complete wild animal,” I tried to joke.

We sat, waiting to order, each scanning over the menu in tongue-tied silence before Liz finally broke the plain. “So, did Liv ever catch you in this big scheme, Colton? Does she know we’re here yet?”

“Actually, she’s completely clueless. Or, just letting on to be. But, she seems to be in the dark still. Ain’t real sure how I pulled it off, honestly. She usually reads me like a damn book.” I huffed with a scratchy laugh, quickly scolding myself internally for slipping a swear word.

“And this fight? Was it your idea? I mean, did you want her to get involved with it like you are?” Tony folded his menu, assumingly decided on his dinner choice, and focused he folded hands towards me. His tenor seemed almost snarky, but I was sure he hadn’t meant it that way, remembering Liv say he seemed somewhat excited over the idea.

“Actually, I hated the thought from the get-go. I lost my mind just when I thought it was all for fun. I begged her not to take it. But, you know 2-1 as well as I do. She shut me up real quick.”

“2-1?” Her mother cocked a confused smile of question.

“Oh, uhhh.. yeah. It’s just a little nickname I call her. She wears this old ratty hoodie around all the time with the number on the back. So, the name just kinda stuck.” I scratched my head before taking a generous gulp of water to lower the temperature of my smothering, sweating armpits.

“She talks about ball then? I mean, you’ve heard some about her days as a Warrior?” Tony interjected with round eyes.

“Definitely. I know it all, Mr. Elli… uh, Tony. We play sometimes on Sundays at this park down from our house. She kills me by 15+ every time.”

He smiled bittersweetly at the idea of his all-star with a ball in her hands again. And I, wanted to hit him for being so blind to the fact that she had so many other talents to be proud of, if he would just live in the now and see it.

Between our main course, and the dessert I ordered after listening to Liz read over the description in the menu more than three times, her dad brought up the inevitable. The “thing I wanted to talk to them about.”

“Okay, Colton. Now that you’ve treated us to that perfectly cooked slab of red meat, what did you want to talk with us about? Something to do with this fight, I’m sure.”

I swished another drink of water, although it was missing the bite of bourbon that I needed so fucking badly.

“Yeah, you could say that, I guess…” I answered him vaguely.

“Everything is okay though? You’re not worried for her anything, are you?” Elizabeth chimed in, sweeping a hair behind her ear, just the way Liv does.

“I’m worried for her, only because I love her. And when you walk up those steel steps, you’re takin’ a risk no matter who you are. But your daughter, she can hold her own. I see that now.” I reiterated to myself as much as her parents sitting across from me.

Tony and Liz looked away from me, now towards each other in both confusion and concern at my lack of response to the burning question of the entire damn night.

Being the coward I fucking am, and my very typical struggle for the right words, I did the only thing I knew to do that would clear the air, and satisfy their curiosity. I wriggled around in my seat, trying to loosen the opening of my pocket so I could reach in for the tiny, purple velvet box that had been burning a hole there since I left the house a couple of hours ago.

I neatly and gently placed it closer their side of the perfectly set table, and then looked down to fidget with my fingers.

Her mom, the feminine instinct in her realizing immediately what was inside, reached for the box first, eagerly. A hand covered her opened jaw once she caught site of the custom cut, octagon shaped diamond, seated inside a silver band. The price was kept inside the secret space of a lock box I kept at the top of the closet, way beyond my housemates reach, to remind myself of the success that had allowed me to purchase something so extravagant, still not living up to what Liv really deserved. The jeweler laughed at the bizarre suggestion I had for an octagon shaped engagement diamond, but there was no convincing me into anything else. The cage was the very reason our relationship even began. Well, that along The Grind. And Drew and I had plans for that later.

“Colton, speak up, son.” Tony leaned over to witness what had so thoughtfully touched his wife in the square shaped box. I couldn’t read his reaction, which sent my nerves straight to shit.

“Tony, I adore your daughter. That goes without sayin’….” I pasued, planning out every word in my head before I said it out loud. “I hurt her awhile back, something I still beat myself up over, and I never, ever want to see her cry like that again. I have issues of my own with anger, and I throw tantrums sometimes, but Livvy is my calm, ya’ know? She’s made me into this man who actually feels more than hate… and…. resentment. I would walk in front of a train for her, if it came to that.”

They sat very still in their seats, Liz wiping a tear here and there with the corner of her black cloth napkin, and Tony only furrowed his forehead, paying close attention to my professions.

“I didn’t know people were actually capable a’ lovin’ somebody else like this, but as soon as I think I love Livvy as much as anybody possibly could, she goes and proves my ass wrong.”

Strike two for sayin’ ass, Ritter. Liv’s gonna wash your mouth out with soap.

“I’m askin’ kindly, for a blessing from the two of you to ask Liv to marry me. It would mean a great deal to me, and I value the opinions of you both. But, if you can’t give it to me, I apologize, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life with your beautiful daughter no matter what. If she’ll have me.” I finished.

I had enough of my pop in me to know that asking for approval of the father was the right thing to do. But I had just enough thick-headed asshole in me, that I had decided on kneeling for Liv’s hand regardless of their approval. When your life once was a pathetic waste, and your mind is a dingy, manic hole like mine, you cling to any light like a fuckin’ firefly to flame. Liv was my chance, my reason. She was my light, and addiction.

“I think I can speak for Lizzie here too, when I say the respect you’ve shown us by asking, speaks a lot about your character. But Colton, this all seems a bit… rushed? I mean, it wasn’t long ago she was sitting in our dining room, explaining to us she had to flee the city for a week just to try and get some peace of mind after the way you hurt her. Now, the two of you are living together, and thinking about marriage?” Tony said.

“You’re exactly right. And, if Liv tells me she isn’t ready, then I’ll learn some patience and wait ‘til she is. But, as much as you love Mrs. Elliott here, I’m sure you’re familiar with the saying ‘when you know, you know’….”

I knew I was going to be pining for the girl the second I laid eyes on her static striken, matted hait that morning at the coffee shop. And I knew it again, the minute she walked out of Mac’s gym that night. As soon as the lingering of her sweet perfume had dissipated from that hallway, I felt my heart harden like cement.

“Tony, you know was well as I do that Liv would want this. She loves him. Any time the sting from a breakup is as deep as she said it was, it’s meant to be.” I smiled to her mom for supporting the decision that her stern husband was still wrestling with.

There was silence while Liz devoured the chocolate desert the waiter had brought, offering me a taste, and once the check was delivered to me, an answer from the pair was still unknown.

“If ya’ want, you guys think it over. I know it’s a hefty decision,” I reasoned levelheaded.

“No need, Colton. My Livvy would never forgive me if she knew I didn’t give you my blessing.. If she loves you, and wants a life with you, well….then welcome to the family, boy.” Tony smiled, sliding the ring back, and I stood following his lead, to hug them both.

The most perfect, gorgeous, fuckin’ green eyed, smiley woman on this God forsaken earth, was going to share my last name.

tags: @torialeysha @eap1935 @littleluna98 @mollybegger-blog

#Tom Hardy #tomhardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tommy conlon #tomhardyfanfic #tomhardyfanfiction #elizabeth olsen #thegrind

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songbird567 · 5 years

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Calamari Calories

Tentacles and fats. Buckle up kiddos

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Velvet slept soundly in her bed, the huntress in training tired form a long day of training. A soft smile graced her face as she had dreams of baking carrot cake with her friends.

Though these peaceful dreams would soon be replaced by a nightmare as unbeknownst to the sleeping Faunus but something slowly slithered towards her. A black tentacle inched across the floor and slowly onto the bed.

The bedspring creaked and the tentacle twitched back as one of Velvet’s ears shot up. Once the appendage lowered the tentacle went back to sliding up the length of Velvet’s body. Within an instant it wrapped around her mouth.

Velvet’s eyes shot open as the cold and clammy tentacle kept her from screaming. Out of the darkness four more tentacles grabbed her by the wrist and ankles before pulling her into the bathroom. The door closed quietly as to not disturb the girl’s sleeping teammate.

Velvet kicked and struggled as best she could but she was held tight by the tentacles. Her eyes grew wide with terror as a much larger sixth tentacle appeared from nowhere and slipped into her shorts.

“N-no!” She gasped as the tentacle around her mouth removed itself. Velvet however could say no more as the tentacle insanely stuffed itself into her mouth. “Mmmf!” Velvet let out a muffled noise before something began to fill her mouth.

Velvet tried to spit the liquid out before suddenly realizing something. ‘It’s...cream?’ She thought curiously as more was pumped into her mouth, forcing her to swallow.

With each gulp velvet began to feel fuzzy. Her eyes felt heavy and her muscles relaxed. Despite this she kept gulping down the delicious cream which caused her flat stomach to bulge outward into a soft orb of fat. “Mmm~” she moaned softly and closed her eyes as more creak flooded her mouth, each gulp adding more pudge to her form.

Velvet let out a squeak and twitched as her shorts were ripped off her to reveal her panties. Her cheeks lit up with a blush but she lacked the strength to do anything and only focused on gulping down more cream. ‘It’s so good...I really want more’ She thought as the cream did its affect.

Velvet grew submissive and fatter as she was fed more cream. Her belly dropped lower and lower as her butt grew thicker behind her. Thighs slowly began to touch and rub together with the larger tentacle squeezed between them. Whenever Velvet weekly tugged with her arms, soft speedbag fat would wobble and sway gently. Her bra felt tight as her breasts expanded a few cup sizes until finally popping off, falling slowly to the floor.

‘This is getting a little out of control...I need to do something but I don’t have the strength.’ Velvet thought to herself before suddenly her eyes shot wide open.

With the victim being deemed fat enough the large tentacle shot deep without Velvet, forcing past her lips and reaching deep into her womanhood.

“Mmmmmmmfffffff!” Velvet shrieked at the sudden invasion of her privates. Her legs kicked and spasmed as the thick tendril pistoned in and out of her like a jackhammer as the bathroom became filled with the sound of wet slapping. ‘It’s too big...’ velvet thought and whimpered as her walls were spread further than nature intended as her womb was assaulted by the invasive tentacle.

The four tentacles holding her gripped tighter as the tentacle in Velvet’s math hastened it’s flow of cream. Velvet felt herself grow calm once more as the natural chemicals in the cream calmed and pacified the victim. Velvet’s body continued to grow fatter as she helplessly gulped the cream down.

Velvet blushed as she saw a tentacle jam itself into her belly button, thrusting in and out which caused the blubbery mass to jiggle and wobble. ‘This is embarrassing...a-ah hey no not back there!’ Velvet exclaimed to herself as she felt a cold, unseen object like one of her flabby butt cheeks. Her unheard comment went just that as the tentacle slipped between her cheeks and wiggled around before slowly pressing inside her.

Velvet whimpered as the tentacle slowly inched within her backside, stretching it while delving deeper in. Her attention was drawn away from that by the powerful thrusts into her womanhood only to be brought back to her backside as the tentacle began to pump cream into her.

Velvet watched as her body grew bigger by the second. ‘Oh no no no...this isn’t enough for it?’ Velvet thought as she felt the lower roll of her belly touch the cold tile floor. Her butt bulged outward and spread wider, now perfectly capable of filling a two person couch. Her breast swelled to the size of basketballs and swayed as she was held in the air. ‘I’m getting really full too...’ Velvet thought as the tentacles continued to pump more and more cream into her mouth and butt. ‘That’s enough!’

To the obese girl’s surprise the tentacles stopped. They slowly retraced from Velvet and seemed to hold themselves in the air, almost as if waiting.

“Uuuuurp...oof Thank you. Now put me down.” Velvet said as the tentacles did just that. “A-ah cold!” She squeaked as her blubbery butt touched the floor. It was then she felt something draped over her shoulder...a towel? “Hey what’s going on here?” She asked and raised an eyebrow.

The tentacles waited in the air, a few nuzzling against Velvet’s belly. “So you’re actually listening...that’s nice at least. Though that doesn’t change the fact you dragged me out of bed, fattened me up, and...did things with my butt. You should feel ashamed!”

The tentacles drooped down, looking upset as they were scolded by velvet who huffed and puffed her chubby cheeks.

“Now then...roll me over and finish.” Velvet said and blushed. “You got me...started. Then my heat is coming soon...so yes finish me up. No mouth or butt though I mean it!”

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“Unnf ok...just like that. Yes keep going...” Velvet moaned and bit her lip as she stared down at her own bouncing breast as her womanhood was being filled with a large tentacle. Her belly provided a soft place to rest as her butt jiggled and wobbled in the air. She hated to admit it but she was being overwhelmed with pleasure. She failed to realize it at first but the tentacles were actually very pleasurable. Reaching deep within her, hitting her most sensitive parts, and keeping a strong and steady pace.

The tentacle began to piston faster and faster. Velvet moaned loudly as her womanhood twitched and quivered as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger. She felt her climax approach and cried out in ecstasy. Her walls squeezed the tentacle which began to pulse and throb. “H-hey wait maybe pull out oooh dust!” Velvet gasped as the tentacle pressed as deep into her as it could before hitting IT’S climax.

Like a flood, no a tsunami, the tentacle released within Velvet. Her belly swelled instantly, raising her higher off the floor. Velvet’s stomach grew round and taught as it was filled by the creature. “Y-you...uuugh...” velvet tried to scold the tentacle and demand it stop but her words were lost to her. The pleasure was too good and she felt her scowl twist into a pleasure filled smile as she climaxed again, the flood finally stopping, and finally leaving Velvet exhausted and stuffed to the brim.

“Ok...that’s enough for now...” velvet murmured before her eyelids grew too heavy and she fell asleep.

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It’s been awhile since I wrote tentacles so this is probably trash. Its also kinda half assed. Also feel like trash for writing that first part. I am the big sad but I hope you enjoyed.

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AJW SUPER HURRICANE Commercial Tape 4/9/94

Rie Tamada vs. Chaparrita ASARI

This is ostensibly a rookies match but Tamada had been at it since 91 and ASARI since 92 so really this is just a juniors match. Tamada ties ASARI up like a bow in an attempt to keep her off her feet. The crowd couldn’t care less, but despite the wealth of talent on this show, the crowd seemed to all have dosed with Niquil so don't worry about it. This is perfectly fine and easily the best singles match either of them produced in their early days. Don't let the perverts in the audience sway you.

Mr. Buddhaman vs. Tomezo Tsunokake No firecrackers in this one! Lots of spots they worked around the circuit but also some pretty brutal spots. The crowd thinks this is comedy because the crowd is awful people. There are way worse ways to spend your time. These two could've lead a whole goddamn promotion.

Suzuka Minami & Tomoko Watanabe vs. Takako Inoue & Kaoru Ito I think even at this point Suzuka was still under the shadow of her former tag partner Hokuto, so the crowd is expecting a less than fiery performances from her. But everybody here shows the fuck up. Another counterpoint for everybody who says these four never blossomed. Haters never die.

Zen Nihon Senshukenjiai: Mima Shimoda vs. Miki Handa Miki Handa is sadly a footnote of the era. But in reality she was to LLPW what Plum was to JWP; she takes a colossal ass-kicking like an Absolute Girl and makes you love her and want her to win even though you know it ain't likely. In terms of the inevitability of CTE, that sucks a lot; but in terms of the wrestling narrative of the era (and still evident today, i.e. how Tam Nakano is booked in Stardom) it’s fun to have somebody who’s good at chasing and bad at catching. Stan Hansen? Great at chasing; didn't work as a champ. Ya feel me? Handa catches Shimoda with a quick German at the bell. Shimoda responds by doing the rope spot the world was tired of years before it finally stopped happening. Test of strength into finger stomp. Shimoda was LCO from the jump! Suzuka Minami on commentary, per usual. Shimoda doing joint manipulation and folding Handa into an origami frog is PEAK Shimoda. If Shimoda is Hokuto Lite, Handa is Cuty Suzuki Lite. Neither of those things are bad. Most of us will never be anywhere near that good at anything.

Shimoda throws Handa into every metal surface in Tokyo. Handa sells it by being THOROUGHLY peeved, then vertical suplexes her like a frilly Jumbo Tsuruta. Makes no sense but such is televised wrestling. You watch for the glorious moments when things coalesce into something greater than their constituent parts. Shimoda proves she's the WCW Ric Flair of the era by refusing to sell for anyone and just going thru her standard shit. UNTIL Handa gets her in a surfboard and then Shimoda looks like she's recovering from a visit to the dentist's. Weird sell but ok. Handa is def selling her part of the story--that Shimoda sucks on the mat; which we all knew but weren't sure would be enough to put her away. Surprise! It isn't. Mostly cuz Shimoda doesn't really ever wanna do business.

Zenjo vs. LLPW: Etsuko Mita vs. Eagle Sawai I can tell by the opening mat sequence that this is gonna be a 100hrs long. Eagle could go, she just always got mired in the mid-card sludge cuz no one in upper management thought she was photo book material. Mita Etsuko without a bright pink chair to hit folks with is rarely a Mita Etsuko you wanna watch.

Bull Nakano & Sakie Hasegawa vs. Manami Toyota & Kyoko Inoue Holy shit! How is this buried in this largely-forgotten event? Peak era for pretty much everyone involved. Hasegawa in upstart heel mode is a mood for the ages. She jukes Inoue and Toyota, Bull takes one step into the ring, and the crowd goes pale. Bull and Hasegawa take turns turning Toyota into a balloon animal ripe for popping. Hasegawa Tiger Suplexes Inoue into a billion day-glo shards. Hasegawa sells a top-rope DDT like someone everyone knows survived a catastrophic neck injury just a few years before--which is to say, like, "...that's all you got?" Bull doing a vertical suplex with a bridge is the rarest Bull; the crowd is a fog of question marks. Toyota's mouth is dripping blood. Hasegawa's spinning heel kick would still pop a crowd into a froth today. Watching her toss Toyota off when she goes for the lucha roll is so cathartic; no one wants to see a funny move done without a shred of irony. It is to Toyota's career as male pattern baldness is to Shawn Michaels. Why not have fun with it? Toyota does the German Airshow Leap to the outside and eats shit. (She's still bloodied, btw.) Bull figures if they both switch off chipping away at Inoue and Toyota, their combined efforts will rule the day. But twas not to be. The Fringe-Lace alliance get that good good W. Toyota realigns her nose and is back to looking crisp for the post-match interview. Hasegawa let's her shiny rainbow singlet, emblazoned with puff-paint, speak for her.

Aja Kong vs. Reggie Bennett This match wasn't even listed on the tape! I had no idea. This is their first encounter and will presumably last longer than their match from Arsion in 98--i.e., I am allowed to blink. No one will ever have better entrance music than AJW-era Aja Kong. It's inconceivable. Reggie has one giant French braid, cut-off overalls and a hardhat and she is your new fashion GOD. Aja does some Muta bits like spitting mist and doing a flying shoulder block. I'm glad the crowd enjoyed it cuz I think it sucked. Despite her present-day role (giving joshi aces a bog-standard 30min match on a monthly basis), Aja Kong transcends conventional gimmickry. She doesn't need that shit. Her reputation precedes her. It's at this point I notice Reggie Bennett is a beast who absolutely mauls Aja for the first 15min like no one I've ever seen. It's not just the booking; she legit tosses her around like my cat bats a balled-up tissue. Where is the Reggie Bennett shoot interview??? Aja shotays her way out of danger until they go into the crowd segment. Will Reggie blade?? Will she ever do a shoot interview? No and no. She does, however, power through two brutal lariats only to powerslam Aja! Has that ever happened? I cannot emphasize enough how intense Reggie's pace and strength are in this. Reggie takes a diving elbow to the clavicle and immediately dies. That made no sense. Aja spits yellow mist and now I hate her. Reggie Bennett forever. Post-match, Aja talks shit. Reggie commits herself to training harder. I say it again: Reggie Bennett forever.

Zenjo vs. LLPW: Yumiko Hotta & Toshiyo Yamada vs. Shinobu Kandori & Harley Saito I expect a Golden Corral buffet of kicks. A dumptruck full of kicks. A Nor'Easter of kicks descending upon me like I'm some quaint little hamlet. Kandori and Saito are basically the toughest LLPW had to offer. They're ready for Yamada and Hotta, though, and this is up and headed for the first overloaded plate of kicks before the bell has rung. Did Hotta vs Kandori ever happen? Shoulda. Kandori is horngry for AJW BLOOD. Saito is dressed like a tradtional Afghan dancer who has just discovered rave. Hard to say which I love more. Yamada kicks Kandori right in the jaw and...yeah no I've made my decision; I love that most of all. Hotta seems genuinely afraid of Saito. Kandori taunts Hotta, teasing the showdown, then decks Yamada with the QUICKNESS. This rules. Yamada has stepped up the stiffness for the occasion. You love to see it. Why didn't we get a year of these tag matches like All Japan in 91? Kandori dumps Yamada off her shoulders in one of the most wreckless things I've ever seen in a wrestling ring. Unfuckingreal. Hotta tries to smother Kandori but fears her Fujiwara armbar. As do I. They blunder into the finishing stretch with Saito as the speedbag. Saito never got her due. They seriously could've setup a whole year of main event booking around these four. Yamada finally nails her insanely complicated finisher and the streamers rain down. Structurally awkward but radiating more heat than most well-established feuds.

#joshi #all japan womens #joshi puroresu #puroresu #wrestling review

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[Photo of a jar candle with the label reading “Passion Punch”]

Passion Punch

Dean kicked a destroyed speedbag out of the way. “Geez, it’s a mess in here,” he said to Cas behind him.

“Bobby has been training Jack in here. He’s been improving.”

“You mean his grace is regenerating,” Dean countered.

Cas let out a brief chuckle, sending chills down Dean’s spine. It also reminded him that he was going up against a fully charged Angel himself in just a few minutes.

“I believe it was good for him to experience the more human side of himself. Weakness is a form of strength, in a way.” Cas moved to the bench by the wall and set down the mystery duffel he’d been carrying.

“Says the guy who can bench a car,” Dean grinned.

Cas shot him a disapproving scowl over his shoulder as he opened up the bag. “That’s why we have these.”

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He held up two pairs of boxing gloves. They looked no different than the ones hanging lopsided on the wall behind him, but Dean had a sinking feeling that superficial appearances were about all they had in common.

“Whatcha got up your sleeve, Cas?”

“They’re imbued with sigils,” he explained. “With these on, it will be a fair fight.”

Dean was instantly filled with unease. “Can’t you just…pull punches or something?”

Cas puffed up his chest like a preening bird. “Do you think you’re a better fighter than I am without the aid of my grace?”

Dean chose his words carefully. “Uh…yeah,” he shrugged.

Cas’s eyes narrowed; the challenge was on. They both suited up without a word. Cas removed his trench coat, then his suit jacket, then his white button-down shirt. He wasn’t wearing a T-shirt, and Dean gulped at the sudden baring of so much tanned skin. He distracted himself by stripping down to the shorts he had on under his sweats, as Cas changed from his suit pants and boots into shorts and sneakers. It wasn’t long before they were as naked as they’d ever been together. Dean was already beginning to sweat.

“You sure about this?” Dean finally croaked out, taking a pair of gloves from Cas.

Cas narrowed his eyes in response and gloved up without answering Dean’s question.

“Standard rules?” Dean asked.

“No hitting below the belt,” Cas said with a smirk. He got into position like he’d actually boxed before, which Dean was pretty sure he hadn’t. The muscles in his arms and chest were flexed and jumpy, twitching with every minute shift of Cas’s arms.

This was a terrible idea.

Sure, he’d been pissy since Michael had vacated the premises, and he was grateful for Cas’s unique brand of gentle but no-nonsense hovering. It was better than Sam’s mother-henning, at least. Since Sam had vetoed hunts until Dean was feeling stronger, he was left without anywhere to vent. He wanted to hit, to kick, to fight for his life. He wanted to feel human again—to feel anything again. Sparring, though? Dean wasn’t sure about that—especially when faced off against Cas’s human muscles, which looked considerably more well developed—and distracting—than when covered by a variety of trench coats.

Light on his feet, Cas was already practicing footwork, as if he expected Dean to start punching at any time. He jabbed a few times at the air, and his form wasn’t too bad. Even with his grace subdued by the sigiled gloves, Cas was a pretty daunting adversary.

“Dean,” Cas reprimanded, as if he knew Dean was still stuck in his own head.

“Sorry, I—” Dean’s stammering was cut off by a quick jab to his side. “Hey!”

Cas followed with a right hook that made contact with Dean’s jaw. His head swung in the opposite direction and stars formed behind his eyes.

Dean shook out the daze and hit Cas with his own jab. The contact of his gloved fist against Cas’s firmly muscled shoulder made a satisfying thump that echoed through the otherwise silent room. He followed it up with a cross, pivoting his body into it. As it landed, Cas tipped back with a grunt, nearly losing his balance, but the pleased grin on his face reassured Dean he hadn’t hurt him. He regained footing and surged forward, hitting Dean with a jab, then going in close for an uppercut, then another. His fist against Dean’s chin was visceral and painful. Dean had never felt more alive.

He countered with several punches of his own. They were still in close corners, so the scent of their sweat was strong and fresh. The push and pull of their punches, the physical contact, the body heat and sweat—it was almost more than Dean could handle. He was beating on Cas, landing punch after punch until Cas grabbed him into a clinch. Dean continued to hit whatever he could reach, even as they were lined up along their whole bodies.

“Dean,” Cas said, his voice soothing but tough. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t wanna be like this anymore,” Dean faltered. He clutched onto Cas with both arms, sinking into his embrace.

Two thuds against the ground behind him forewarned the feeling of Cas’s hands in his damp hair. They were soft and gentle in the aftermath of all the violence.

“You are stronger than this,” Cas murmured. “Just like you were stronger than him.”

“I don’t want to be strong anymore,” Dean sighed. He pulled back so that they were face to face instead of chest to chest. Cas’s mouth was inches away—plump, pink, and tempting. It needed just the tiniest push forward to taste it, and Dean wasn’t in a position to resist any longer.

There was the softest brush of lips, then Cas pushed forward, gripping Dean’s face as his mouth moved against Dean’s. The barest flick of a tongue pressed between Dean’s parted lips; he sucked on it until Cas moaned against him.

This was so much better than hitting each other.

Finally, Cas pulled away and looked at Dean; his eyes sparkled, and his cheekbones glistened with moisture. “Huh, I guess you do sweat,” Dean mused.

“Sometimes,” Cas shrugged.

Dean waggled his eyebrows. “Then let’s hit the shower.”

#destiel ficlet #Destiel #candle scent ficlet #inevitablethief

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