#piston rings types

[yourkolbenringindia]

The piston ring, a small but mighty guardian, seals the power within, igniting the spirit of every engine's heartbeat.

[tojisun]

!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>

thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.

he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.

you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.

“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.

jesus-

“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.

“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”

he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.

“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”

he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”

what-

“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”

“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”

those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.

simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.

every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.

“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.

simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”

you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–

“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”

“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–

simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”

fuck-

[munson-blurbs]

Hi! I absolutely love your work and I hope this week treats you well!💗 I was thinking of this Eddie imagine I don’t know if you’ve done something like this but I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. Ok here it goes: Eddie’s fucking you stupid, it’s raw, it’s passionate, it’s filthy and in the midst of it all he says, "marry me". You think nothing of it, so you say yes obviously cock drunk and Eddie starts to fuck you even harder. Cut to the next morning you wake up stark naked next to the love of your life with a pretty engagement ring on your finger

I'm such a sucker for fluffy smut, and this is no exception 🙃

WC: 717 Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unprotected p in v, pet names (baby/baby doll)

The night is still, save for the sound of bed springs creaking and panting breaths that you and Eddie exchange into each other’s mouths. Strong hands pin your own wrists to the pillow as he thrusts into you, moaning as he sucks a bruise into the crook of your neck. A bead of sweat trickles down his sparse chest hair and lands between your cleavage, another way your bodies are joined tonight.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he groans just under your earlobe. “How d’you always feel s-so fuckin’ perfect? Jesus Christ!” You can feel him tremble as you clench around him, already indebted to you simply for letting him see you like this. Small, crescent-shaped indents mark his bicep from where your fingernails dug into him earlier, a piece of you left behind. They’d eventually fade, but Eddie would always remember them being there.

He’s deep inside you, his wiry patch of curls brushing against your clit with each piston of his hips. You bite your lip to suppress a moan. 

“Nuh uh.” Eddie briefly lets go of you, bracing his body weight on one forearm as his other thumb peels your lip from between your teeth. “Wanna hear those pretty noises loud and clear, baby doll.”

You nod and whimper, “yes, sir,” which only makes him increase his pace. He lowers his body so that your chests are pressed together, and slips an arm around your waist when you arch your back. 

“This body…this perfect—fuckin’—body,” he grunts, thrusts accompanying each word. “Want this body forever.”

“‘S yours,” you manage, breath hitching in your throat as he grows even harder inside you. “All yours, Eddie. No one else’s.”

He leaves nipping kisses along your shoulders and collarbone. “Marry me,” he murmurs, surprising himself. It’s something he’s wanted for an absurdly long time, but he hadn’t planned on asking you mid-fuck. “Let me worship you for the rest of our lives. Please, baby.”

“Y-Yes, fuck—fuck, Eddie,” you cry out, and your affirmation has him bucking his hips without much precision. Still, he hits your sweet spot over and over again, throaty yeses emanating from your diaphragm. 

Yes, that feels good. 

Yes, I’ll love you forever. 

Yes, I’ll marry you. 

You chant it until you’re both cumming, your release creaming his cock and his release filling you entirely. Harsh breaths make way for giggles as he flops down next to you, falling asleep with his tattooed arm draped over your torso. 

His sleeping form leaves no way to discuss his marriage proposal—if that’s even what it was, and not just something he’d spouted out in the heat of the moment. Exhaustion overtakes you soon after, and you don’t wake until you hear Eddie pattering around the kitchen the next morning. 

It’s not until you wipe the sleep from your eyes that you catch a glimpse of something new: a shiny diamond ring on that finger. It’s beautiful but modest; nothing flashy, but you’ve never been the type for over-the-top jewelry. It’s perfect. 

Eddie comes into the bedroom, a bowl of cereal in each hand. He’s in just his plaid boxers, exposing the soft happy trail below his belly button. Heat blossoms in your core at the sight of him. 

“Hi, fiancée,” he grins, placing your breakfast on the nightstand. A bit of milk sloshes over the side of the plastic bowl, but you don’t care. You’re too busy frantically kissing him, morning breath be damned. “I guess that ‘yes’ of yours still stands?”

“Mhm,” you murmur, fingers dipping below his waistband. He’s always at least half-hard in the morning—he claims it’s because of you, but you know it’s probably just basic biology. Your hand easily finds what it’s looking for, and Eddie chuckles. 

“Don’t you want to eat first?” he teases, but he’s already putting down his bowl and climbing on top of you. He takes your left hand and kisses just above the ring now adorning it. 

“I love it,” you tell him, noticing that you’re wearing matching smiles. “I love you.”

Eddie presses a kiss to your nose. “I love you, too.” He slides a hand up your still-naked body, cupping your breast and gently sucking on a pert nipple. “Y’know what’s better than morning sex with your boyfriend?”

“Hmm?”

He grins wickedly. “Morning sex with your fiancé.”

--

[ghettogirly]

how do you think armando would react if y’all had the most passionate sex and you left in the middle of the night, acted like nothing had happened at work

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍:

-> synopsis. you and armando had the best night, yet, why do you still choose to pretend to not feel the same?

-> pairing: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 “𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀“

-> warning: heavy smut, slight dumbification, mix of bodily fluids, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), angst, mature language, Selena is really annoying, Minors DNI.

-> authors note: thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! this is probably my proudest work yet. If anyone wants to be apart of my taglist, comment below.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: Screwin - Summer Walker ft. Omarion.

[🕷️]

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 and red roses slowly glided off the duvet as he moves up and down, matching the male’s thrusts into the helpless girl beneath. Triads of gasps and moans filled the room as the two made love, slaps echoed throughout while the two lovers’ skin connected with each other.

The connections created a white ring around the latino’s cock, caused by the mix of juices between the woman and him. Selena’s back arched as she gripped on the man’s broad shoulders, giving him small, red scratches that would probably lift up by tomorrow.

“Fuck… just like that.” She breathed, running his hands through his hair as he continued to thrust into her.

“You like that?”

Selena doesn’t even have time to answer, the man diving into her neck. Kissing her soft, melanated skin while he leaves a trail of burgundy marks. He quickens his pace, pushing his whole length inside of her, bottoming her out causing her to whine out in pleasure and a little bit of pain. “Ohhh, fuck!”

“You’re taking me so well baby..”

He laughed at your whining, enjoying seeing you lose yourself further and further for him, seeing yourself get frustrated. “You’re so fucking wet..” biting her earlobe ever so gently as he speeds up his pace. His cock pistoning in and out of you cashing him to grunt, losing the ability to control himself more and more.

“Oh fuck baby, please please please..” Selena babbles, the pleasure now being the only feeling there as it clouds her mind. This being the only thing now controlling her cognition and behaviour.

“Agárrate por mí, nena, ya casi estoy ahí..”

“I can’t, i can’t!”

A random act stops her continuous period of babbling, feeling something enter her mouth. It was his thumb, he quickly pulled it out, it making a small ‘Pop!’ sound while a string of saliva comes with it. Dropping on the woman’s exposed torso. Too blinded by the pleasure going on within her, she fails to recognise what he’s just done, until she feels it.

Wet trails of just saliva lead from the top of her vagina to the clit as he slowly presses on it and starts running gently. Armando wraps his one arm around your shoulders as he now continues to pound into the hispanic woman while circling her clit, sending shockwaves through her body due to the temperature play demonstrated by the man. The hot sensation of your clit contrasts with the cool temperature of your man’s thumb, causing them little hairs on your body to stand up, generating goosebumps. Selena’s jet black hair sticks to the pillow as the sweat generating from her head creates a glue type consistency onto the silk pillow behind her.

Her eyes roll back and she stops clawing on the males back, instead throwing her arms to the sides of her. The emotions of arousal causing her to submit to them being too much for the poor girl. Pulsating on the latino’s dick, her lips part. “I can’t wait, i need to..”

The man looks into her eyes. Her heterochromatic eyes stare right back at him. A connection of lust, passion, and weirdly enough, love. Leaning forward, Armando embraces her into a kiss, roughly attacking her lips like a wild animal chasing its prey. Not getting enough of her taste. The woman engages with it just as hard, seeming as if though, she does not want to let him go either. His thrusts become more erratic, clearly reaching his climax too.

“Let’s do it together baby, i’m going to cum in you so fucking bad. i need to-“

“Oh fuck!!”

Without warning, a rush of pleasure cascades down the light-skinned girl, causing her toes to curl as she releases all her juices on him. The woman’s orgasm elicited a sense of relief from the latinx male as he too begins to move faster, his skin slapping against hers before releasing his load into her. His pace begins to slow down, his hips still jolting but dying down ever so slightly. “te sientes tan bien nena..” Armando whispered to the exhausted woman below.

“I fucking love you.”

[🕷️]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 3 am in the morning. Selena looked to the left of her and saw a muscular arm over her stomach with the caramel toned male, nuzzling into her neck. His expression was unreadable but he seemed to be at peace with the slow, shallow breathing he did. Finally having a good nights sleep, the first in a while.

Still, even with the comfort of the man lying next to her, she felt ashamed to be here. Or yet, embarrassed. She slept with her boss’s son again. Only supposed to be a one time thing, yet, she foolishly agreed to be friends with benefits. However now, her feelings were involved. She was confused on what to do..

Sighing, she slowly removed his arm before throwing a shirt over her. Selena began to collect her things, guilt washing over her face as she looked back at the male.

He was still sleeping, his pink lips slightly parted as he begins to exhale out of his mouth too.

“I knew i shouldn’t have done this..” The woman whispered to herself, holding the silver crusted pendant that was hanging off her neck, the one Armando got her. Sadness began to creep down her as she basked in her thoughts, negative thoughts at that. “You’re leading him on, he deserves for you to tell him straight up.”

But, how was she leading him on if she loved him too?

How does she love him, if one day she pretends she hates him?

How do you love him if you feel like you’ve sinned after making love?

A deep voice suddenly breaks her train of thought as she hears a ruffle of sheets on the bed and someone clearing their throat. “What are you doing mamí..?”

Selena looks at him with regret filling her eyes, the brown iris now illuminating as the male turns on the lamp next to him.

“Armando..”

“¿De verdad estás huyendo de nuevo?”

“I am not running away. Don’t fucking insult me like that. We haven’t even established what we are, are we lovers, friends with benefits or am i just a girl you use whenever you’re bored!”

“I just fucking said i love you, dejar de tratar de jugar a la víctima. To think that the first time you did this i thought you was overwhelmed because of how sudden it was.”

“You could’ve just said that in the moment-“

“SHUT UP!” Anger boomed from his voice as he shouted, knocking the lamp over in the process as he looked at you with rage but love in his eyes. “Do not try and manipulate me just because you are confused with what you want.”

That silenced her. At a loss for words, she didn’t even bother saying anything else. Was she really manipulative?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄. Not only was she ignoring Armando, still hurt about what he said, he was ignoring her too. Making her job easier, which only hurt her more. Was Selena upset because he was right? She loved him so much but why did she not show him that?

Every-time the group had to talk, they would sit apart from each other. Group celebrations were awkward too, Armando didn’t even glance at the poor girl, treating her as if she didn’t even exist. A game that she started, ended up being ran by the true player as she realised she could never beat him in his own game.

She noticed. As did everyone else too. It wasn’t until Kelly had to ask you what was wrong was where you just fell apart. “I fucked up so so bad Kelly. He hates me.” She sobbed into her hands, her hair a mess as sadness yet desperation hung over her head. All the other woman could do was comfort her as she cried into her arms.

Little did she know there was someone behind that door who heard it all.

However, footsteps trailed away from the door, leaving the love they had behind.

[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

“Agárrate por mí, nena, ya casi estoy ahí”-Hold on for me, baby, i’m almost there

“te sientes tan bien nena..”- You feel so good baby..

“¿De verdad estás huyendo de nuevo?” - Are you really running away again?

“dejar de tratar de jugar a la víctima.” - Do not try and play the victim.

[zombieumbreon]

She’s Insatiable Pt 2.1

Part 1

Ft: Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hitoshi Shinso, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Keigo Takami, Mashirao Ojiro, Neito Monoma

Cw: 18+ nsfw, fingering, oral- m receiving, v penetration, biting, Hawks being rough, praise

Sero sighed, “ok, love. I’ll fix it.”

You groaned, still in Kirishima’s arms, your own arms wrapping around his neck as he shifted you. “Want me to help you clean up, pretty?”

Pink hinted at your cheeks, nodding your head, “please.”

He smiled, disappearing with you to your bathroom. Still holding you, he turns the water on, checking the temperature. His fingers massage your scalp, working your sweet smelling shampoo in. He’s gentle washing the rest of your body, watching you with a gentleness in his eyes as you return the act.

Back in the living room.

"You could call Oijirou, maybe Monoma," Shinso shrugged.

"Maybe, who else could I trust though. When she's like this, phew," he exhaled hard, eyes going wide for a second for emphasis on his words.

Fumikage turns his head, still tired, "What about Hawks? Surely the former number 2 has enough stamina for her...maybe." Sero gives him a nod, the two typing away on their phones.

When Kirishima returns, you in his arms, the majority of them are somewhat dressed with at least sweats.

You're still in the redhead's arms when the doorbell rings, your boyfriend rushing to answer it.

"Perfect," he sighs, returning to the living room.

Your eyes are hazy when you look at the new group of heroes in your living room, hips rocking on Kirishima's fingers. Neito Monoma, Mashirao Ojiro, Keigo Takami. Your face flushed, the squelching sound seemed louder than ever to you.

It happened faster than you processed the actions, Ojiro's cock rocking into your mouth as Monoma pushed into you from behind. You expected the blonde behind you to be rough, but not the cock that was currently making it hard to breathe. You're definitely going to be hoarse after this, your eyes flutter as you blink tears away looking up at him.

"Such a pretty girl, crying for me," your eyes widen when he says this. He's always so gentle, so soft, but not right now. Not with you. But, that just made it harder for you to hold on. You feel yourself getting closer, the more he praises you, the more he tells you how pretty you look the closer you are. He continues mumbling soft praises to you, all the while he unloads in your mouth. Without the cock in your mouth you're louder, rocking back against Monoma. His fingers spread you as he pulls out, covering your slit with his cum.

The older blonde is eyeing you, holding a hand out to help you stand. And no sooner than you're on your feet does he have you lifted against the wall, one leg over his arm, the other around his waist. And he's slamming himself into you ruthlessly. His teeth are rough on your neck, on your nipples, everywhere he bites. His fingers and nails are digging into your flesh, the sensations building another coil inside.

"Kei-keigo," you manage you whine.

That just urges him to be rougher, pistoning into you, his cock head hitting just the perfect spot. And you break. You soak his abdomen, moaning louder than you had for the others. But, he doesn't stop. Not even when he's pumping his cum into you, fucking back into you when it leaks out. Not until he has you cumming for him again, and again, in any position he can bend you.

When he's finally tired he has you cradled in his arms, fingers rubbing circles on all the marks he's left. "Sorry about that," he chuckles softly when you nuzzle into him, coming down from the pleasure.

"You good, Sweet?" Your boyfriend grins, leaning over the couch.

[stargirlrchive]

after hours ✩ miguel o’hara - reupload

masterlist

cw: miguel o’hara x afab!reader, smut, no plot lol p in v, spanking, clit pinching, creampie, biting/marking, eluded to reader understanding Spanish - wc: 915

notes: reupload bc tumblr was being an ass to me yesterday - MINORS DNI

You should’ve been embarrassed, the side of your face was flat against Miguel’s desk, flushed as breathless little whimpers fell from your mouth.

His cock bullying its way inside of you as one of his hands gripped onto your hair to keep you in place. But the overwhelming pleasure coiling deep in your stomach threw any type of shame out the window. He felt too good, “Ahora si, ya no tienes nada que decir.”

He followed that statement with a swift swat to your ass, your eyes screwing up tightly as hot tears began to fall down your face. He was so overwhelmingly good, so big and rough, unforgiving as he took what he needed.

Miguel was no better, his face hot and muscles strained as he tried his hardest to restrain himself. It was so hard, you were wet and warm and so inviting despite the aggravating way you got under his skin.

Quiet grunts left his mouth as you tightened around him, “Fuck-Miguel, right there!”

A pathetic little squeal left your mouth as his hips pistoned in and out of you, “Don’t think you deserve to come with that stupid little stunt you pulled earlier.”

His hand loosened around your hair, running down the expanse of your back as he gripped tightly onto the soft skin of your hips, his claws protruding slightly as he felt his balls tighten.

“No, Miguel-please, wanna come so bad.”

A broken sob ripped from your chest as the ache began to intensify, you wouldn’t put it past Miguel to actually punish you by not letting you reach your release.

A deep laugh rumbled out of his chest, he enjoyed this game of cat and mouse that the two of you had going. It always ended like this, with you a blubbering whiny mess under him. And he’d never admit it to you, but he loved when you were being a brat.

“Not my fault you’re a traviesa.”

He gave you a few rough thrust, enjoying the squelching sound that came from your heat, your slick coating both of your thighs. He pulled your hips higher, on your tiptoes as he slammed down harder, producing heat on the back of your thighs as his heavy balls slapped roughly onto the bottom of your ass.

“Please, Miguel-I’ll be good, won’t be a brat no more!”  

His fangs poked out as he smiled down at your fucked out form, your please blending in incoherently with your babbles and wanton moans. You were so fucking close and he felt it.

You pulsed around him, giving in to him as you let him take it out on you. Your body jolted in surprise and a sharp hiss left your mouth as his hand slipped between your legs. His thumb roughly rolled around your clit while he leaned forwards and bit down on your shoulder.

His attack on your cunt did not relent, “Think you learned your lesson?.”

You nodded stupidly, desperate as he pressed down into you to the hilt, grinding the head of his cock into the spongy part inside of you that only he had reached.

“Yes-learned my lesson!”

Another loud squeal left your swollen lips as he pinched your clit, you tightened up around him to the point where he couldn’t move. “Relájate.”

His breathing was labored, his balls heavy and tight as he tried so hard to not paint your insides white already. His hands reached out to soothe your back, your face burning at the gesture because somehow this felt more intimate than what the two of you did after hours.

Your body eased up on him, relaxing into his touch as goosebumps erupted on your skin at his touch.

His hips began to move once again, pulling you back onto him roughly. With a final roll of his hips into yours you came with a loud cry of his name.  

A low hiss left Miguel, the soft pulsing of your cunt pulling his own release out of him, marking your insides white.

He gave a few more lazy thrust, a white ring forming around his softening cock before he pulled out of you.

He watched you flutter around nothing, already missing the feeling of him inside of you and Miguel couldn’t stop the smirk etching onto his face. Both of your releases slowly drip out of you.

It took so much restraint to not use his finger and fuck his cum back into you. But with your puffy folds and the soft defeated whimpers leaving your mouth he knew it would be too much.

He leant down before pressing a soft kiss onto where he bit you, he had never done that before. “Can’t believe you bit me, asshole.”

He let some of his weight fall onto your back, a muffled ‘mmph!’ fell from your lips as he knocked the air out of you. Your bare chest pressed against the cool desk as Miguel licked over the pricks he left, soothing the wound. His face nuzzled into the side of your neck, nibbling on your earlobe as he whispered quietly, “Todos tienen que saber que eres mía.”

A laugh ripped from your chest, “You wish, O’hara.”

His words did cause a flutter of excitement to bubble in your chest, but he didn’t need to know that. He finally pulled himself off of you, swatting your ass softly one last time before he picked up your suit that had pooled by your feet. “Same time tomorrow?”

ahora si, ya no tienes nada que decir - now you got nothing to say

traviesa - brat 

relájate - relax

todos tienen que saber que eres mía - everyone needs to know you’re mine

[gladiatorcunt]

cw: 18+ mdni content, painal, blood, period sex, pseudo incest, extreme dubcon, degradation but also praise, typical rafe warnings, fem labels, dead dove: DO NOT EAT

thinking about bloody anal with stepbro!rafe bc you’re on your period! he has no problems fucking the shit out of your puffy pussy, but there’s just something irresitble abour stretching your ass out while watching your cunt bleed. he likes to stare at where the two of you connect, almost treating you more like a pocket pussy than his stepsister. he’s not gentle about it whatsoever, immediately thrusting his tip past your walls and spanking you.

“c’mon, mama, let me in.” he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence your whines.

on the rare chance that the two of you have the house to ourselves, he’d love to hear you yelp and howl for his dick. but it’s 7 am on a monday morning and he couldn’t wait to pounce on you as soon as he saw the pads in the trash can of your shared bathroom. rafe held a finger to his lips when you started waking up to the sound of your bedroom door lock being played with. he knelt on your pink bed and crawled over you, his pupils blown out and his arms tensing in anticipation.

you try to plead with rafe to at least wait until everyone else is asleep. but he doesn’t seem to care about the sounds of your blended family moving through the house and his dick barges in any way. all you can do is sob against his hand and let him split you open. rafe pretends he doesn’t feel you shake your little ass back on his length, you keep up the charade that you don’t love that this is hurting you.

“shh shh, good girl. keep swallowing this dick, alright?” he whispers against your temple, tightening his grip on your face and bullying more inches into your reddening ass.

“this’ll help with the cramps, i’m doin’ my little slut a favor, honey.”

he’s not letting you go so you can clean up for a reason.

he bottoms out with a silent groan, mouthing ‘FUCK!’ into your pillow. you squeal, too tired and overwhelmed to register anything but your stepbrother’s huge cock inside you. this wasn’t how you imagined fucking him again, though you’re ashamed to say you imagined it all. listening to the soft rain pelt your window as rafe caresses your ass, he’s at least giving you enough grace to get yourself together and adjust.

he bites his lip when some of your blood trickles down to touch where your ass is stretched around his dick. more blood follows suit as he starts at a rough pace, and the sight of your matted pubic hair combined with your wide teary eyes could make him cum in the spot.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. just be a good girl, your big brother’s already claimed this tight fucking ass hole. all you have to do is take it.” he says and tugs your face to his so he can spit on his hand, he can’t exactly take his hand off so he can spit in your mouth but he can imagine it. “just me and not that limp dick boy that’s been following you around.”

after thrusting for a bit, rafe looks down to see that your blood has frothed around his cock. mixing with your slick (because of course you’re so fucking wet) and the cum he left inside you last night to form a pink ring around the base.

“aw, look sweetie,” he coos, pushing your head down to gaze at his cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy. “it’s your favorite color!”

you whimper into his fingers and do your best to nod, wishing that you could reach down and rub your clit. but rafe’s got your wrists in his other hand behind your back, and he’s probably the type that would be all territorial about you touching yourself. you were both so drunk last night off whatever you could find in ward’s cabinet, it was your first time trying alcohol and you went a little overboard. but you both were too fucked up to put a name or expectations to what you have.

rafe surprises you and lets go of your wrists. he digs his now free digits into your clit, flicking the swollen bud in time with his thrusts in your ass. he unintentionally edges you because he keeps bring his hand up to his mouth so he suck the blood off of his fingers.

“hmm, you taste good, sis. sometimes i wish i could bite all over this slutty body and really leave my mark, but this’ll be enough for now, right?”

you don’t care about your family making their presence known downstairs, or about the bloody mess rafe is making of you anymore. you always wanted his attention and approval, so you lick the fingers covering your mouth and wiggle your ass back on his dick again. the earth shattering orgasm you later have around him was so intense that he’s almost sad that it wasn’t on camera.

the ridiculous hot pink heart shaped plug he shoves inside your abused hole makes for the perfect lockscreen on his phone though.

[callsign-relic]

(Not a request dw) (Blood, gore, murder, sadistic/dark 'humor' ((Courtesy of Rumble/Frenzy being sadistic jerks)), and death cw) (Dead Dove Do Not Eat)

They… They were looking for you. They were looking for you, but they didn't have your name before. One of the stranger parts about all of this was how well they pronounced it. Perfect diction, bizzarely Bostonian accents, everything. If you weren't terrified out of your mind right now, you'd be impressed by it. They have to have been sent in here with a picture of you, however, but without the ability to say your name or speak your language they were forced to improvise on how they went about getting ahold of you.

The intruders must've mistaken Ashton for you initially, and dragged them back in here for... Whatever they planned to do with you once they'd finally caught you. At least before they realized their mistake.

At last they calm down from their argument, and you can hear the electrical buzzing coming from their staves go silent. Something coming from the inside of the intruders hisses with a click like a piston pulling itself closed, and is then followed by a careless sounding clatters likely coming from them throwing their staves inside. Done with them, for now.

They stomp over to the monitors, sit themselves down heavily onto groaning metal chairs, and turn the aging machinery back on. One of them clumsily presses buttons on the keyboard with their big, blocky fingers, and eventually seems to find the recordings of what went on earlier tonight.

One of them, probably the red one, hums in thought, looking for something in the recordings before he beeps in sinister delight. You can hear from the speakers the sound of you and your coworkers clocking in, and greeting each other. It ends with you, and Ashton heading to the back of the store to unpack stock as usual.

The both of them laugh deviously to themselves, and repeat your name. Seemingly elated to have found a decent lead on where their target had gone.You can even hear one of them tapping a finger on one of the screens, likely pointing out where you were frozen in place on camera 20.

You hear him typing again, mixed with some grumbling from the red one, and mocking laughter from the blue one. The monitors turn off once more, and a clang rings out. Followed by a bout of whirrs, growls, and beeps you'd come to associate with those two arguing. It doesn't last as long this time, but it sure got loud.

You work a little harder to control the volume of your breathing now, as the intruders are likely close enough to pick up on it . And without the whirring of the ancient computer, and the sound of the intruders bickering, your panicked breathing would be easier to hear.

The intruders stand up from the chairs in front of the monitors, and pivot away from each other to search for their real target. The heavy footsteps of the red one rattles you as he steps in front of your hiding spot again, seemingly annoyed that it's taking this long to find you. Outside of the sound of their footsteps, the room is oddly quiet as they search. Right until the blue one shouts your name from across the little side room, startling you out of your spiraling thoughts. The red one copies his twin, but quieter, focused, now that he's heard… Something…

He steps towards the exit of the "Security Room" in search of the source of that little gasp noise he heard, when his boot lands on some loose Halloween decorations with a crunch. The pedal activated ghost lunges forwards with an eerie cry, and is swiftly met with a metal fist to the face. Destroying it entirely.

The blue one launches into a shrill bout of cackling at his twin's fear, and he brings up an arm to block the red one's aggravated punching. They're fighting again. It hasn't even been five minutes.

Their deafening boxing match is joined by the quiet friction of cloth against concrete. Something you can just baaaaaaarely pick up on between the intruders' thrown punches. Like somebody's grabbed ahold of a small mattress, and is dragging it across the floor. Someone is trying to pull Ashton's body out of the room. Your heart sinks a little lower as you realize who that might be.

Unfortunately, it seems you aren't the only one to notice it, as the two titanic murderers stop beating each other up in slow recognition of the fact that they are no longer alone. Or rather, that somebody new had snuck their way into the Storage Room. A sharp, hissing exhale issues from the one dragging Ashton away, and it seems that your final coworker finally grasps the dangerous situation he's found himself in.

Not to mention the brief eye contact he makes with you through the disturbed boxes on the shelves that hide you away. Jason solemnly finishes dragging Ashton out of the Storage Room, and around the corner of the doorway. He inhales, and exhales slowly as if to soothe himself about what he intends to do to buy you time to escape.

The man breaks into a sprint suddenly, terrified of the attention his misguided rescue attempt has garnered him. But unwilling to let you befall the same fate without intervention. And, like Ashton, he is swiftly pursued by the pair of bloodthirsty intruders for his efforts. They're only too happy to run him down after their current string of failures in hunting down their actual target. It's only fair that they get to beat down somebody smaller than them about it, after all.

They audibly slow to allow Jason to get a few aisles away before pouncing on the poor guy like a cat chasing a bird. Much to your dismay, they do catch him, and you can hear his bones breaking from all the way back in the "Security Room" as one of the intruders lands on Jason's legs. The red intruder starts chattering about something in an indecipherable stream of beeps, clicks, and electronic trills. As if taunting Jason about his current predicament.

The blue one laughs at Jason's agonized screams, and asks him the same question your other two coworkers had been doomed with. But this time, the addition of your name clears away any confusion. You can hear Jason's screams quiet some in terrified recognition of the intruders' real target.

Taking the opportunity to escape, you worm your way out of Micheal's panic nook, and creep over to the Storage room door. The smell of blood, and burned flesh invades your nostrils more insistently now as you near where Jason had left Ashton's body. There the burnt but mostly intact body of your coworker sits. Staring vacntly into the supermarket aisles.

You barely choke back a gasp as you take in the damage done to them, but know that you can't stick around. Can't lay either of your coworkers to rest properly either, lest you get spotted by the intruders as well. So you gently close Ashton's eyes, and mutter a near-silent apology, as that is all you can do for them in the moment.

You're creeping towards the left most front door when you hear a shrill scream, followed by a loud crunch echo from what lies beyond the rightmost front door. You know that voice. But you're given no time to dwell on Carrie's late arrival as another scream rings out. A wailed warning sent your way from the aisle the intruders currently occupy with their unfortunate victim.

The short-lived interrogation had ended as you'd been spotted, and the murderous robots trample your coworker to death in their haste to reach you. Jason's warning is cut off as his ribs are caved in by the boots of the red one, and your hero is silenced, permanently.

"Oh-hoh..-Fuck!" It's all you can do not to panic, hurl, scream, or cry in that moment as you tear open the side hallway door that leads to the outside of the building, and run for your life. The thunder of the intruders' stampeding footsteps only get louder as they tear after you in hot pursuit. The sticky, wet squelching of Jason's blood on their boots echoes with each step they take, and only pushes you to run faster.

You can't die here. You-You gotta at least make it out of the store. Please. Come on.

As you sprint down the hall, you yank open as many doors as possible to obscure the robots' vision as you skid around the corner to the door that'll get you out of here. Hoping to throw them off a little, despite knowing in your heart that you aren't likely to get far. You hear them collide with the doors, too big to dodge them, too tough to really be impeded by their existence in any way.

The doors do slow one of them down long enough to cause a collision with the other one, however. Thus prompting them to fight about it. First a snarled insult from the red one, then a thrown punch from the blue one. You gladly use the cacophony of screeching metal to disguise the sound of you opening and closing the back door quietly.

It won't be enough to ditch them completely, but any distance you can put between you and those fuckers is vastly preferable to getting caught right now. You jog quickly, and quietly to the forest line behind the supermarket. If you use the dense brush as cover, you can hide and move at the same time. Hopefully losing the intruders, and whatever that giant shadow outside was in the process.

As you make your way to the tree line, you can hear a series of loud, but distant thuds moving in the same direction as you. The Earth shakes deeply, and rhythmically as you run and it occurs to you that the intruders must've stopped fighting by now.

Shit.

You can only hope that they've lost your trail long enough for you to disappear into th-!!

A pair of warm hands drag you into the bushes. One covers your mouth, and the other sits around your waist. You struggle briefly, but still as a voice you've scarcely heard before stops you in your tracks. "Stop. Please."

It's… Micheal?? But you thought he was sick today. That's why he called off work tonight, isn't it? He releases his hold on you to let you turn around as you both creep further in the bushes to avoid the threat biting at your heels.

He looks at you sheepishly once the two of you gain some distance from the supermarket, as though he hadn't intended to scare you. Micheal breaks eye contact, and begins to sign something with his hands as a means of explaining himself. -Sorry about that. Not sick. Had a bad feeling about tonight. Skipped out. Nothing happened. Wanted to check the store out from a distance just in case. Found you. Sorry.-

His brief monologue is interrupted by the sound of a door being blown off of it's hinges, and the roaring of engines that you'd come to associate with the intruders. The notion that they're one step closer to catching up with you is a terrifying one, so you motion for Micheal to head back towards his house and follow suit. The two of you traipse silently through the woods in the hopes that the blood soaked killers won't catch on to where you are.

The ground shakes beneath you as the killer robots sprint across the space behind the supermarket, and into the woods. Hellbent on catching their runaway target once, and for all.

The two of you swerve to the right as you get closer to Micheal's house on the other side of the woods. If you can breach the tree line before the blood-thirsty robots spot you, it should be simple enough to hole up in Micheal's basement until your pursuers lose interest.

The killer robots split away from each other to cover more ground, and hunt their prey more efficiently in the forest. The roaring engine of one of them gets closer as he tears through the undergrowth, and rips offending branches off of trees. Buzzing, muttered expletives rumble out of the mouth of who you recognize to be the blue one, as he grows closer to the two of you.

There's a nearly inaudible click that came from his direction, and suddenly you hear the blue robot stop moving. He chuckles lowly in delight, beeps sharply in the direction of the red robot, and then cackles madly as he gives chase to the humans he'd spotted hiding in the bushes. You and Micheal break into a sprint, able to weave your way through the forest easier than the killer robots thanks to your smaller statures, and flexibility.

But as you clear the treeline, a massive, bloodstained boot crashes down in front of you. Forcing the both of you to a halt. The pair of you trip over each other attempting to stop before colliding with the giant robot standing before you. Your breathing is haggard as you gaze up at the giant indigo robot, that looks… Eerily similar to the two assholes that killed your coworkers, and chased the two of you through the forest. The giant robot looks down at you, and then towards the tree line as the intruders catch up with you at last.

They seem to be as out of breath as you two are at this point, and they hunch over a little in an astonishingly cartoonish attempt to catch their breath. Micheal takes the opportunity to insistently scoot you out from between the robots that pincered you in place. But the murder bots collect themselves before long, and huff in annoyance as it seems that their fun was over now.

You don't wind up getting very far either, as a giant, mechanical, hand swoops down to scoop the two of you high up into the air. The indigo robot's hand stops before his face, and he hums a low, electrical tone at the two of you.

The giant robot pries the two of you apart, and readjusts his grip on you until he has one human in each hand. You and Micheal cling to each other desperately in an attempt to resist separation, but the giant's grip is ultimately too strong for you. A red light emits from the giant robot's visor, and washes over Micheal.

Scanning him, you realize. And Micheal brings up his free arm to shield his eyes in annoyance. When the red light fades, Micheal flips the giant robot the bird. Terrified as he may be right now, he despises bright lights being shown in his face more. So if he can get back at somebody for it, he will.

The indigo giant doesn't respond to Micheal's taunt, and turns his gaze to you instead. Red light floods your vision as the robot scans you this time, and hums. Seemingly satisfied by what he's found, he reaches towards the ground with his right hand, and releases Micheal into the grasp of the intruders from earlier.

The indigo giant lets out a stream of electronic hums, beeps, and trills as he points back towards the supermarket. You can feel his voice rattle through your ribcage as he gives his subordinates his orders regarding your last coworker.

The pair of murder bots growl, and shriek in delight as they drag their squirming prize back to the place where this all began. They warble affirmatively back at their boss before they disappear into the trees with your friend as they carry him away to his doom.

You writhe helplessly in the giant's grasp, desperately trying break free of his hold on you so you could try to save Micheal, or do Anything!!! To change this horrifying outcome. But the indigo robot turns you away from the forest, as if to spare you the view of what the twin terrors might do to Micheal. This only makes you struggle more, as that puts you further away from being able to help. And your panic-addled mind can't stand the thought of losing anybody else to these monsters.

"N-No. NO!! Micheal!! Leave him alone! Mic-!!" The massive hand holding you aloft, closes tightly around you. Squeezing the air out of your lungs. The tight grip he has on you loosens once you go silent, and you can finally breathe again.

Your body goes limp in the giant robot's hand after that, the grief, and exhaustion catching up to you all at once. Far too heavy to bear right now, especially alone. Your breath hitches, and you begin to sob brokenly about all you've lost tonight.

The giant rumbles something quietly at you, gentler now that you're compliant. He opens the strange compartment in his chest, and through your tears you can see what looks like an alien approximation of a cassette deck.

He sets you down inside, carefully to ensure that you don't throw yourself out of it in desperation. The window to the outside world seals shut, and you can feel the indigo robot's engine rise to purr as he holds his palm to the glass. Blocking out the light. Content with getting his hands on you, no doubt.

Your world pitches forwards as the giant bends low once more to pick something up, but your attention is focused solely on the building across from you. The supermarket where you've worked with your friends for the past couple of years, has gone up in flames.

You miss the sounds of metal-on-metal as you stare, oblivious to all but the destruction of your workplace, and what remains of you friends. The indigo giant straightens up a moment later, and you turn away from your place at the window to crawl sluggishly to the back of the compartment. Away from the haunting sight.

The glass window opens again, and you see out of the corner of your eye a pair of giant cassettes get inserted into the empty slots to your left. Matching the giant cassettes to your right. Dimly, you feel the giant begin to move.

It doesn't escape you that you might be doomed to a fate worse than simply being murdered now. But the last of your adrenaline wears off, and you collapse to the bottom of the cassette deck.

Unconscious. Whatever happens to you now is out of your hands.

-Not a Request Anon

Ouughhh spooky… I mean this as a compliment though hehe

Once again, this genre isn’t for me, as wasn’t the gore, but I can appreciate how good the writing is :) Everything was very visually clear and descriptive hehe. And I loved the ending where Soundwave captured the reader for himself… 👀

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

Punch out headcanons take one

Sorry super punch fans, this is only wii/nes versions

Minor circuit

Glass Joe

Pretty good baker, can't make complex stuff without help though.

Actually retired once after the arcade/nes version of punch out, came back after Gabby jay retired, has had thoughts about it again but keeps remembering that his life would be dull without it. Also his score rested and he still got 99 loses (102 after the wii game)

Has trouble sleeping, uses weighted blankets to help.

Von Kaiser

Your meaning to tell me that dispite being 42 canon years old with some of the most out of pocket head canons ever im the only one that thought it would be funny for him to have a kid be the near opposite of him? Aka he is a dad.

Knows how to cook, doesn't often anymore but still knows

I believe he would like coconuts.no i won't elaborate.

Disco Kid

Likes all kinds of songs, not just disco. Still loves disco though.

Is a relative of kid quick, nobody knows what relation though.

I like the idea that he is friends with aran, i don't ship disco clover but its still a nice pairing we need more.

King Hippo

Can speak English but prefers grunts or noises.

Likes to explain his culture, specifically gifts and other stuff other find meaningless.

Also has a lot of tropical recipes he gives to everyone.

Major circuit

Piston Hondo

Still has that restaurant from the Wii live action ad.

Piston honda? Oh that's his twin.

Definitely has a manga collection. He also has 3 sets of everything. One for display one for reading and one for borrowing. He does not trust aran,soda, bear hugger, and king hippo with them at all.

Bear Hugger

Dad energy. He essentially went and adopted all the boxers with daddy issues, or parent issues in general.

Forced the WVBA to give maple (the bear) a seat in the crowd so she could watch the match, they had to make an entire separate area for her.

Has walked out in the snow with nothing but his overalls and shoes on. That gave everyone a scare forgetting he's used to the cold.

Great Tiger

Uses his clones to do/help with his chores. Once got beaten up by them (a reference of the century here folks)

Once his jewel was stolen and was found in a pawn shop selling for 3 dollars. He was mad at how low the price was then anything.

Once brought his tiger into the shared house, and it immediately broke the couch. The tiger is not allowed in the house anymore.

Don Flamenco

He and Carmen broke up after his first lost, got back together shortly after and forgot the whole issue.

Used bull fighters techniques on bald bull, he would have won if bald bull didn't right hook him into next sunday (literally)

Has tried multiple different types of hair growers, wigs, and more. He is still Balding.

World circuit

Aran Ryan

Actually got in the world circuit fair and square, not by cheating.

He started cheating after some idiot tried to stab him in the ring, good times from the WVBA!

I have a feeling he would say he likes to eat limes raw just to get on everyone's nerves.

Has also gotten confused with his Older brother, spo Aran Ryan, who promptly got a name change after aram started to cheat.

Soda Popinski

None of the boxer can drink his soda because its a legit health hazard to all of them.

Has no clue what the hell is going on 68% of the time.

Has actually used dry ice as a ice pack. This guy isn't human anymore.

Bald Bull

Hates don flamenco with a passion after the bull technique incident.

Is actually calm outside the ring, any public out brust is to get rid of potential paparazzi's (it doesn't work often)

Makes a pretty good calming tea.

Super Macho Man

Once had a horrible movie shoot that made him lose alot of viewer, proceeded to have an early mid life crisis and dye his hair gray.

After his loss with little mac he was more upset at the ladys chasing after little mac rather then him, rather then the sudden drop of viewers (which wasn't even a dent)

Probably had alot of talks about his boxer outfit, you know what im referring too.

Mr. Sandman

Dispite his name, he gets very little sleep. Not like glass joe but still.

He's so strong the WVBA actually has a ambulance on standby whenever he fights.

One time was put up against glass joe, actually laughed, realized it was serious, looked the referee in the eyes and said "if im put up against him ever again we'll need to find a new glass joe" and forfeited the game. Technically if joes score didn't reset it would now be 2-299.

[ohshy]

random punch out headcanons (theyre a little king hippo skewed)

- aran ryan is really good at rhyming. he uses this to annoy people. One time, he wrote a purple prose joke letter to don flamenco which he thought was a genuine exclamation from his lover Carmen, only to find it signed ''(...) my stalwart bullfighting lion, you shine brightly like the mighty orion -> love, aran ryan ♥''. Needless to say, hell broke loose. Aran thought it was worth it though.

- because of aran's rhyming abilities, disco kid has asked him to do a music collab. big mistake, aran only wanted to create sea shanty inspired diss tracks.

- von kaiser is a polyglot !!! he knows almost every language every person speaks in the WVBA. He's not fluent in all of them, but he'll still happily translate for them, if their english is not the best, or if they simply feel more comfortable communicating in their native tongue.

- all the boxers have fanart walls. bear huggers fanart is either wholesome art of him holding or taking care of animals or scribbles of him eating a big raw fish. he thinks the latter r very funny.

- king hippo loves collecting little sea critter trinkets !!! he WILL infodump to you ab them. his favorite fish is the gulper eel, he looked at that fish and thought Hes just like me fr.

- glass joe is a disgruntled fashion snob. he WILL insult his fellow competitors' fashion tastes under his breath. army clothes? in a boxing ring? unfitting! leotards?! out of fashion! Even if other's overhear it, they just leave him be. He's the lowest ranking boxer of the WVBA, hes gotta release his frustration somehow, right?

- great tiger sometimes talks to his own clones if he needs advice or otherwise just wants someone to talk to. It helps him regulate his thoughts and emotions when hes overwhelmed.

- king hippo is the type to unintentionally spit some real wisdom. He even once (unintentionally) gave the materialistic super macho man an existential crisis w/ a pineapple metaphor. Don’t ask macho how, he’ll just spiral again.

- aran ryan, great tiger and piston hondo are in a constant prank war w/ eachother. if things go really awry, either bear hugger or mr sandman step in.

- king hippo's original ring name was ''the human hippo''. he changed it to ''king hippo'' after he became the minor circuit champion though. he, in a way, became king of the ring :)

- bald bull is quite the introverted guy, the press notwithstanding. he has a lot of energy that he can't always release onto a sparring partner. because of this, he's often an emotional mess that outs itself in pent-up aggression. additionally, most social situations are too overwhelming to him, even without the press, and the only opponent he can really equally spar with are his world circuit opponents and his punching bag.

- king hippo, bear hugger, great tiger and bald bull share a companionship for naming themselves after animals. They once tried to get super macho man to change his name to ''super macho shark'' and have mr sandman adopt a sheep gimmick.

- super macho man has ambitions to become the next us president. After he retires boxing, though.

[bucketspammer4life]

what sport i think the boxers would do (other than boxing)

this also excludes some other sport choices that a specific boxer (coughbaldbullcoughcough) does since we're being creative here

Glass joe - a iceskater, it just fits him so much and he def seems like the type to be agile

Von Kaiser - He could be a trackstar, he would def run marathons it just seems right to me, plus the sight of Kaiser running towards someone seems so hilarious to me

Disco Kid - Longjumping, have you seen that one animation of him absolutely FLYING in the ring in his TD??? (i may have written the name wrong whoops) he was built for jumping, plus he would kill it

King Hippo - He could be a sumo wrestler, he would definitely slay just trust me

Piston Hondo - a swimmer, he would def fit that role because swimming is usually very relaxing and our man hondo def needs that

Bear Hugger - climbing mountains/trekking, he climbs a entire mountain in his TD + since he lives in the wilderness (im assuming) he would def have to go through some tough landscape

Great Tiger - prob not a sport but he would be a skater, think about it: hes a rapper and its legally neccesary for all rappers to be skaters it would fit him and he could use his clones to do cool tricks

Don Flamenco - FENCING!! hes got the elegance for it and def would kill it (we're ignoring him being a bullfighter here shh)

Aran Ryan - (prob also not a sport but im going out on a limb here) 1000% a contortionist, he def has a thing for scaring the shit out of ppl so being a contortionist seems great for him

Soda Popinski - We've got another iceskater on our hands!! this time also bc the sight of a gigantic man flying towards you on ice seems funny to me, also he wouldnt have to worry about his soda going warm

Bald Bull - (we're ignoring his arm wrestling career here shut up shh) he would def be a wrestler, he was meant to body his opponents im so sure

Super Macho Man - Paragliding, think about it: hes rich, hes mean and he wants to look cool, And whats cooler than flying in the air?? not much

Mr Sandman - bungee jumping seems good for sandman, he radiates those vibes trust me

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 232 Trivia (Part 1)

This is it… The final chapter.

The Perseus and American planes get one final appearance, in color!

They must have landed a ways away from shore since Senku caught a fish, but the new Perseus isn't an aircraft carrier so how far did the plane fly?

I wonder if Charlotte is piloting it…

The choice of a land vs water return has historically depended on the geography of the country sending the rocket up: Russia has a lot of land, so the Soyuz capsules are made for land, and the US is surrounded by water so they've traditionally used that instead.

Since Treasure Island is an island, they opted for a water landing. Both types of landing have advantages and disadvantages, it just depends on which risks you'd rather take.

The Soyuz capsules Byakuya's team came down on are designed for both water and land, but because they don't have the same flotation devices that the Apollo ones have, they can't right themselves after landing. The capsules naturally float anyways.

In Senku's case, the top flotation devices weren't needed, but it's odd that the buoyancy ring was already inflated upon touchdown— wouldn't the impact make them burst, or flip the capsule upside down? It's also unusual that they'd exit before the recovery vehicle reached them.

Maybe they were worried about Ryusui-the-stowaway using up all the air inside so they decided to open it early?

We can't be sure of where they touched down since there's not enough landmass shown to identify anything, but given the celebration was held in Japan and the Perseus came to pick them up, it's a fair assumption that they landed in a similar area to the original Soyuz Six.

I'm sure most people have noticed how Kohaku has fallen asleep on the stage and Stanley is going through a nicotine withdrawal/acting as if it was a proper military medal ceremony, but I doubt most people noticed that Ryusui is actually meant to be 7 cm taller than Stanley…

Everyone's asking who this girl is, but I genuinely think she's just a random extra person, unless Boichi decided to recolor Kohaku with brown hair just to throw us off one last time. Another guess is that she's the girl with glasses from the 1st light novel, but without glasses.

It appears the villager criteria has expanded even further past simply allowing outsiders— outer space is now fair game! Their new friend is officially a member of Ishigami Village!

The bar in the middle of the E is also missing in E=mc², which I guess is a pretty E-Z mistake to make haha!

(Since it's now c=mc² does that mean we can simplify to m=1/c? 🤔 )

The area reminds me of the DARPA expo in the national park rather than Corn City, so it may be a new town based around where the Americans had originally revived. It has a defensive wall which is unusual, so it may be a military research base or to protect against wolf attacks.

I'm also a little disappointed they opted for cars and roads rather than trains, especially leaving the town, since America is very well suited for a rail network.

This plane is unlikely to be the piston-type propeller plane that we saw earlier, but rather a turboprop: a propeller in front of a jet engine, Xeno's specialty. These types of engines are better for short flights (<480 km) because they're more efficient over short distances.

Because of the slower travel, they can handle shorter runways better, but I'm not sure that's much of a problem when landing on the ocean.

Traditional jets are better for long distances like, say, the 8,500 km journey Gen took to get from America to Japan.

Did Francois and Gen leave Suika at the airport!?

Gen could be talking about the old outfit design, or, because the leather didn't fully deteriorate in the 7.5 year time skip (we can see this from some of the other outfits), it could literally be the same outfit from the Stone Wars, but patched up a little.

I assume this was because Francois is a more important character, but they could have gotten Carlos, the driver by trade, to bring Gen to the wedding.

Though he probably didn't want to leave miss Luna alone…

Hair grows ~6in/15cm per year, and the average women's head size is 8.6in/21cm, so assuming Yuzuriha didn't cut too much off, her hair grew around 10.9 in/27.7cm, therefore 2 years have passed.

This isn't perfect because Mirai's hair didn't grow as long, but it's an estimate!

These people are Yuzuriha's parents (despite the father's striking resemblance to Taiju), since Taiju's parents are long dead.

Another shooting stance comparison! Stanley is obviously cool and using only one hand, but Yo is using two hands. The number of hands doesn't affect accuracy, but cops are generally trained to use two hands since it's more stable when firing consecutive bullets.

(Next part)

[hirocimacruiser]

Tommykaira R-z brochure translation.

The wonders of Tommykaira Magic that you can experience while driving. R

Total balance with a high degree of perfection commensurate with 530ps.

The displacement has been increased to 2700cc, achieving a maximum output of 530 horsepower and a maximum torque of 54.52kgm. To achieve this, various types of tuning have been applied. For example, the crankshaft, which is the most important element for bringing out the best performance of the engine, is an original crankshaft manufactured by Fandon in the UK. Highly rigid full counter type provides excellent balance performance. Furthermore, the R-z uses an H-section connecting rod and forged aluminum piston, making it both highly rigid and lightweight. What's more, it achieves well-balanced tuning. In addition, the R-z uses metal head gaskets, high-lift camshafts, valve springs, and racing plugs to bring out the best in the pistons, connecting rods, and crankshafts that are the main moving parts. Composite Radiator Improves cooling effect by using NI water pump.

I got it.

Changes to the intake and exhaust system have resulted in a significant increase in efficiency through the use of a stainless steel exhaust system with suction from the front pipe and a racing type intercooler. By increasing the size of the fuel system parts and strengthening the drive system, you can enjoy ample torque even when driving at low rpm around town. What's more, the sense of power, extension, and revving at high rpm will captivate anyone sitting in the driver's seat.

suspension tuning is

"High ride comfort and handling"

Balance in Dimensions.” During normal driving

Passenger-friendly ride

While realizing the taste, wine day

It is sharp and has excellent turning performance when turning.

Tomita has achieved this goal and has received rave reviews from many quarters.

It's a magic called Kaira Magic.

The front brake has been strengthened to control the 530 horsepower. Uses AP 6-pot calipers, AP brake rotors, and PFC brake pads. This is a highly reliable braking system that responds precisely to the driver's wishes.

[mechanism]

engine body

・Cylinder head/port polishing

・Cylinder block/boring, internal polishing

・Original crankshaft made in UK Fandon

・Special H section connecting rod

・Special forged piston

・Titanium coated piston ring

・Metal head gasket

・High lift camshaft

・Reinforced valve spring, valve guide

・Racing plug

computer unit

・R-z dedicated computer unit

cooling system

・Large capacity water-cooled oil cooler

Water pump for high speed N1

Intake and exhaust system

・All exhaust system

・Large capacity intercooler

・Special turbine

fuel system

Large capacity air flow meter

large capacity injector

・Large capacity fuel pump

drive system

・Twin plate clutch

Reinforcement parts

・Strut tower bar (with master cylinder stopper)

・Reinforced engine mount

・Enhanced mission mount

[Suspension]

Brake system

・AP 6-pot caliper & rotor (F)

・PFC brake pad

suspension

・Bilstein original shock absorber

・Original spring (F)

Original double spring (R)

tires/wheels

・Forged magnesium cut wheel “PRO R” 9.5×19+22

・DUNLOP FORMULA FM901 275/30ZR19

Reinforcement parts

・Stainless mesh brake hose

・Front tension rod (pillow ball)

* [Exterior] and [Interior] are the same specifications as R-s.

Tommykaira R-Z SPECIFICATION

PRICE ¥10,500,000-

PERFORMANCE

Max Output 530ps/7300rpm

Max Torque 54.52kgm/6000rpm

ENGINE

RB26DETT STRAIGHT-6 DOHC Turbo with multi-cup Intercooler

Piston Displacement: 2700cc

Bore x Stroke: 87.0mm x 75.7mm

BODY

Length: 4620mm

Width: 1785mm

Height: 1335mm

Wheelbase: 2665mm

Tread: Front 1496mm

Rear 1496mm

LAYOUT

4 Wheels Drive

Transmission: 6MT

Brakes:(F) 6 Piston Opposed Type Caliper + Ventilated Disc

Brakes:(R) 2 Piston Opposed Type Caliper + Ventilated Disc

Wheels: 9.5JJX 19 (Front&Rear)

Tire: 275/30ZR19 (Front&Rear)

Suspension : Original Shock absorber + Original Coil Spring

Steering: Rack & Pinion < SUPER HICAS >

*Price is vehicle price delivered at Kyoto store, registration fees and consumption tax not included US specifications, data, etc. are subject to change without notice. *Detailed options, equipment, body color, etc. are based on genuine Nissan. Catalog photos may look different from the actual products as they are printed materials. For inquiries and requests..

TOMITA

dream factory

http://www.tommykaira.com

[ghs-imagines]

Is it alright if you could do the babygirl post with the Super Punch-Out!! boxers please? Thanks!

Here you go!!!!!!

Calling them baby girl - part 2

Gabby Jay: Honestly he’s quite delighted to be called baby girl at his age, does he know know what it mean’s probably not but it is a nickname given by you so he will wear it like a badge of honour regardless.

Piston Hurricane: This man can’t figure out if he finds it cute or hilarious that you call him baby girl, it’s probably a bit of both. He doesn’t mind the name just keep it out of the ring, he doesn’t want to mess up his hurricane rushes by being distracted by your affection.

Bob Charlie: He undeniably loves being called your baby girl, doesn’t matter when or where you say it to him it will brighten up his day. He may even call you a few names of his own to bring you to the same emotional high you bring him to.

Dragon Chan: It makes his whole face go red whether he wants it to or not. As he’s quite the straight forward guy any type of affection from you even if it’s a joke will make him redder than the red belt around his waist.

Masked Muscle: He is thankful for his luchador mask covering a good 90% of his face so you can’t see his slightly pink cheeks. He truly doesn’t mind the name but around his other boxers he does find it a tad embarrassing, not he’ll ever tell you that.

Heike Kagero: Oh he just loves being called your baby girl it truly brings a shine to his day. He will call you baby girl in return once in while but in this relationship it is him that gets to be the most truest baby girl. And yes he wants you to spoil him as much as he spoils you.

Mad Clown: He is another that finds it quite hilarious that you call him your baby girl, it’s just the best joke ever to him. Will definitely introduce himself to others as your baby girl even if you’re not around to see the others expression, it’s just too funny.

Narcis Prince: Hates it with a passion but will bite his tongue when he’s around you. No his face isn’t red it’s just your imagination trust him. His face either goes red in anger if called baby girl around the other boxers, or red in just being flustered in public by you.

Hoy Quarlow: He doesn’t truly get it but will more or less go along with it because it brings a smile to your face. He might bring it up around the other boxers just to make sure it’s a name of affection but other than that he’s more than happy to be called it anytime.

Rick Bruiser: Gets super embarrassed about being called it in public as he feels it’s like a shot to his ego, he doesn’t mind as much in private as it’s just the two of you. Don’t let his brother know as the teasing he will get is going to be endless.

Nick Bruiser: Another one that’s not fan of the name but handles it better than his brother in public. He would prefer you to not use any nicknames for him but knows that compromise is the way for a long lasting relationship.

[sunflower-rat]

Tubbo and Tommy lay against the grass, their backs on the world and their gaze on the passing clouds and streaked skies.

Tonight was goodbye.

Tomorrow would never come.

"We should go into the woods." Tommys voice is softer than it's ever been - and Tubbo knows there are lines under his eyes.

"After everything, I mean." He doesn't sit up when Tommy does, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Fuck off into the wild - make a cottage core house - you know, the kind of shit you see on Pinterest boards when you look up 'minecraft cottage's"

Tubbo wants to laugh, but he can't bring himself to do that.

Because it doesn't sound like the type of plan Tommy would've suggested years ago.

No - that old Tommy would've shouted about goofing off in the most chaotic ways and griefing property because it meant nothing back then. They'd throw sticks of dynamite into rivers and trick friends into mining cobblestone for them and then trap them with pistons.

What Tommys suggesting isn't a shitty plan for fun.

He's suggesting a future.

But tomorrow would never pass - and he'd already tucked Michael away, kissed his forehead and told him he loved him.

"What if we lived on the moon instead ?"

Tubbo opens an eye and stares at Tommys confused look, and the ram only responds with a grin.

"We could colonise it. Call it L'moonberg - and we could bring all our stuff and bury TNT in the crater holes." He wants to laugh, and he does - because he won't be able to laugh tomorrow.

And Tommy looks at him, because they've grown.

Because they were no longer kids at war - and they were no longer innocent and naive and young.

They were beaten down and killed - scarred in the most horrible ways - and they dream of what used to be.

Of sunsets and music discs.

Of stupid, silly pranks that went too far.

Of a server that was supposed to be fun.

So Tommy looks at how tired Tubbo has become, at the bag under his eyes, and Ranboos wedding ring so tight around his finger that he was sure it was now flesh bound - and grins even though he knows they will never reach the moon.

"let's do it."

"it'll be our last hurrah."

Tomorrow there would be no stars.

No moon.

But tonight, they were here.

And Tubbo would cherish every one of them - and pretend the flickering streaks in the sky were nothing but shooting stars and the wishes they had made when they were kids.

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