#story time ab the fist fight?

[cowbutchranch]

56, 58

56: How many people have you fist fought?

hahaha I am the least aggressive/confrontational person ever I’ve not fought a single person

58: Favourite weather?

FALL!!! ugh I love it so much

[loko4koko]

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ Bokuto Koutarou x f!reader x Miya Atsumu ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

>fanart_credit (l->r): kurolah, __kiyomaru

MDNI 18+

>word_count: 1530

>contents: biting, brief sweat/armpit fetish, panty stealing/used panty fetish, bokuto and atsumu masturbate in the same room (gay tendencies), non-consensual photo/videography, sharing of said non-consensual images, voyeurism, masturbation (m! and f!receiving), mentions of squirting, non-explicit cunnilingus, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), double penetration in 2 holes, fingering, anal (f!receiving), creampies, mentions of bo and tsum sucking each other off 😋

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who are filthy little devils- not in measure of cleanliness (usually) but in depravity. they’re the textbook definition of perverted and you, their precious little roomie, are the main target of their lewd and lascivious behavior.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who are way too handsy- they poke and prod at you, they wrestle you down to the nearest surface and tickle you until you cry laughing. they aren’t above biting, either- quick to hold you down and bite the soft skin of your thighs, hips, and belly. not their faults you’re so much smaller and weaker than they are, not their faults you make it so easy. it doesn’t even stop in public; the last time you’d gone shopping atsumu took your bags in what you’d thought was a sweet gesture, only for bokuto to swoop in and pick you up, carrying you over his shoulder with his hand squeezing at your ass.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who practically live at the gym and not with you. and god, they’re so gross sometimes—they love to suffocate you between them as soon as they come home from a rigorous workout, your face pressed up into their sweaty, muscular pecs. it’s even worse when atsumu decides he wants to play a mean prank, wrapping himself around you with a wicked grin and sticking your face into his damp armpit, the smell of his sweat and deodorant co-mingling in your nostrils. you hate that you kind of like it, but you’d never tell them that.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who take up most of the space on the couch during movie nights. their thighs are huge—pounds of muscle that are definitely bigger than your head—so you usually end up on someone’s lap. they’ll fight over you and who you get to sit on; atsumu will get all mean and bokuto will get all pouty when they think you’ve been spending too much time with the other. you try to compromise by lying across both of their laps and they’re satisfied, smiling stupidly as atsumu pets your head and bokuto smooths his hands across your thigh.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who, despite fighting over you, love to get off with your panties. they work together like bandits, one—usually atsumu—keeping you in conversation with a story he pulled out of his ass while the other disappears to your room, grinning as he hits the x that marks the spot: your dirty laundry. he knows he’s struck gold when what he wants is right on top of the pile. it’s a thong, a real cute one with little cherries all over it- but that’s not important. what is important is that it’s the one you’d just worn to the gym.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who hide out in atsumu’s room late after you’ve gone to sleep. they’ll sit across from each other, atsumu on his bed and bokuto on the chair, tossing the soiled pair of panties back and forth as they jerk off together. they pant and hiss, wet slaps of their fists hitting their heavy balls and beefy thighs. they’re unabashed- eyes on each other as they lift the thong to their faces in tandem, cursing as they thumb at the drooling slits of their cocks. they both cum so hard that night- rippling abs painted with milky white lines as their chests heave; boyish, lustful and adrenaline-laced grins on their faces.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who trade upskirts and pics of your ass that they take throughout each day. they know it’s wrong and that they shouldn’t, but they can’t help it! seeing a photo of your perky little ass peeking out from under your big t-shirt (bokuto notices it’s actually his shirt; makes him tingle with possessiveness) as you nap on your bed just gets them so hard, they have to keep taking more for their collection. it’s not like they let anyone else see- it’s just that if atsumu walks past your room while your bent over trying to get something that rolled under your bed, he’s gonna quietly pull his phone out and snap a few photos. you’ve given him the perfect view of your panty-clad pussy and ass, who would he be to not take advantage of it? and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t share those delicious images with his best friend-slash-roommate?

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who take you to the gym with them so they can “teach” you how to use the equipment. they show you how to deadlift and how to work different muscles and how to engage your core- all too convenient excuses to press themselves up on you, broad and solid and hard against your back, and to get their hands all over you in your tight little workout outfit. and when they offer to help you stretch? well, they’re just being good friends, of course! bokuto’s got you on your back with your leg stretched so far up that your knee is touching your shoulder and he’s shushing your little whines of exertion, telling you he needs to “stretch ya nice ‘n deep, juuust like that.” it has you a little flustered and atsumu a lot jealous, eyes narrowed at the two of you and the compromising position his counterpart has you in. despite that feeling, he can’t deny the fact that his cock is stiffening up in his loose sweatpants.

roommate!atsumu, who has his ear against the wall when he hears what sounds like moaning coming from your room one late night when he can’t sleep. he’s right, it is moaning- it’s you moaning. he feels his cock stiffening up in his boxers, reaching down to palm and squeeze at himself as he imagines how you touch your own body. are you using your fingers, or a dildo? are you lying on your back, or humping into a pillow? he groans at the thought of you doing any of those things. on the other side of the hall in roommate!bokuto’s room, said man is in a similar situation. he’s got his lip between his teeth as he fucks into a fleshlight, eyes closed as he pretends it’s your hot little pussy that his cock is twitching inside of instead.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who would rather be dead than let some lowlife loser get into your pants. you don’t even bother trying to hookup with people anymore, deeming it a useless endeavor after the first several times that your roommates scared away the people you’d brought over. but they couldn’t care less. you’re theirs, whether you know it or not. you don’t need dick from some tinder guy who probably won’t even eat your pussy or make you cum until you’re sobbing. you need bokuto and atsumu. they can guarantee that they’ll have you in tears, screaming their names as you drench them and yourselves in yet another spray of squirt from your battered cunt.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who just cant wait any longer. they box you in after a movie, your back pressed into the wall as they murmur to you how bad they want you and how good they’ll treat you. it’s atsumu that can’t keep his hands to himself, pulling you against the hard plane of his chest as he holds your hips and does his best to convince you. he keeps you in place when bokuto kneels to yank your shorts down your thighs, pulling one of your legs out and throwing it over his shoulder. he wastes no time, tongue digging in like he’d just uncovered a 5-course meal. atsumu keeps you steady as you cry out for them, muttering “see? what’d we tell ya, baby? never gonna need those assholes again- not when ya got us” into your ear.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who bend and contort you into so many positions as they claim you. the strength and stamina of the two is overwhelming, staving off their own orgasms while they make you cum upwards of 4 times. they stretch your pussy so wide, and when they think they’ve fucked their shapes into you enough for now, they do the same to your asshole. it’s agonizing- how gentle they are, that is. they’re so slow and careful as they prep you, taking turns using their fingers to loosen the tight ring of muscle and when you’re finally ready, your cute little hole gaped and winking at them, they take you- one at a time, over and over.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who don’t fight over you anymore. they’re good at sharing you- they switch off on who gets to fuck your pussy and who gets to fuck your ass. and there’s nothing to be jealous about either, ‘cause whoever gets to fuck your pussy gets your cum sucked off of their cock by the other, so it’s a win-win for both of them. instead they focus their boundless energy into making you feel good every day—after all, if they keep your pussy wet and sore and stuffed full of cum then you won’t be looking for anyone else, right?

>authors_note: hey you attract what you fear right?

>ahhhh i’m so scared of bokuto and atsumu railing me while they kiss each other ahhhhh

>thank you for reading ♡︎

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© loko4koko 2024

[teenwolfvore]

Alpha Clash

Story for @vorepred223311

The argument between Scott and Derek was reaching a boiling point. The two of them were shouting for the better part of 10 minutes. Derek's face had gone red and Scott had a neck pain now bulging. Both Alphas attempted to assert their worldview on the other. Scott believed that they should spare their enemy and Derek disagreed and believed that they should be dead. Neither was willing to back down and no one was getting anywhere fast. 

How the fight actually began is still a mystery. Nobody knows if it was Scott who threw the first punch or if it was Derek. In the end it doesn't really matter. Because soon fists are flying and the claws are out. It seemed that there would be no peaceful resolution to Scott and Derek's disagreement. 

Scott had the upper hand initially, fueled by his frustration with Derek. His face manages to connect to Derek's jaw and sends him scattering to the floor. Scott gets on top and tries to restrain derek. Anything to get him to be reasonable. Yet the longer he stared down Scott's fuel quickly changed. He no longer wanted to make peace with Derek, he just wanted him removed as an obstacle. It seemed that there was a unique way that could be done. Derek could literally be the fuel for that. 

From Derek's point of view, Scott began to open his dripping mouth with that pink tongue. Derek was assaulted by Scott's breath as he realized what Scott was trying to do. It was almost hypocritical for Scott to want to save his enemy but devour Derek. Unfortunately for Derek he didn't care about Scott being a hypocrite, he just didn't want to be eaten! Scott got closer and closer. He picks up Derek under the shoulders, drawing him near. Derek could see the uvula. It was dangling as if inviting Derek. This was one house Derek did not want to be in.

Scott was certain that he was about to have a meal with Derek until he felt the pain in his stomach. He suddenly doubles over as he feels Derek's punch. Then a startling strength grips Derek. He is suddenly taken by Derek and looks upon that dark handsome face with Ruby colored eyes. Derek gleams and begins to open his mouth. 

Derek didn't want to waste his time like Scott did with him. He pushes Scott's head in and forces it to the back of his mouth Scott's brown hair tickles the back of Derek's throat before he swallows. Derek bites forward to get more of Scott's neck and shoulders in. They were nice and sweaty after the struggle the two of them had. Derek literally begins to wolf down his meal of Scott. Shoving Scott's lean chest and arms into his mouth as Scott's body bulges on Derek as it passes through the neck and the chest. The environment that once was an argument, then a fight, was now a place with the audible gulping of Derek eating Scott McCall.

With another deep swallow, Derek puts away Scott's hands along with his abs. He was zeroed in on getting Scott put inside of his gut. Derek opens his mouth wider to accept Scott's ass and his flaccid cock. Derek had no intentions of pleasing Scott, just a quick goal would do and Scott goes down.

It was about this time that Stiles was pulling up to the Hale House. He had no idea what he was about to walk in on. The pale young man opens the door and sees Derek slurping up Scott's legs like a pair of noodles. Stiles what speechless and despite Derek's werewolf senses, he was too enthralled with the meal. It was only when Derek got down to the feet that he finally noticed. He turned his head with the wiggling feet of Scott McCall on the outside. There is a shared moment between Stiles and him. Then Derek finishes his meal once and for all. He devours the so-called true Alpha.

Right in front of his friend.

Derek's belly bulges out as he lets out a sigh. Stiles feels planted to the spot having just witnessed that. He didn't know what to say. It is Derek that acts first. 

“Come here, Stiles.”

Derek's voice might as well have been God. The young human quickly found himself next to Derek. Stiles surprises himself next as he rubs over Derek's belly. He pushes up against it giving it a kiss and a hug. Stiles acts as if it was an old friend and to some degrees it was. Scott was still wiggling although feebly now. Derek surprised by Stiles relaxes and allows the other to rub his belly. The two of them stay that way as Scott McCall is digested in the gut. 

Never to be seen again.

The last that anyone heard from Scott McCall was a powerful burp that came from Derek Hale. Egged by the rubbing by Stiles.

[4pfsukuna]

jealous!sukuna story here👇🏾

kings-get-jealous-to

Akward

The last thing Nanami kento expected to see at Gojo’s party (that he basically tricked him into going to) was his ex girl from 4 years ago in a black mini silk dress that if you just bent over a tad bit more—

“You alright man?” Gojo ask slapping his blonde hair friends back snapping him back to the reality where his cup of alcohol had been crushed completely in his hand.

He was sure of Two things in this moment.

His hand was wet and 2? He wasnt letting you get away again.

———

Incubus curse

After the mission Gojo sent you and Namami on to get rid of some incubus curse (which he didnt mention)  Nanami is shocked when you dont show up to the school the next day and decides to pay you a visit.

“I want you to bend me over every surface including my balcony until neither of us have any energy left… and then go for one more round”

Part two

What if Nanami is the one who suffers the effects of the incubus curse instead of you?

He felt fine and whatever silly little pink dust the cursed spirit sprayed mustve been just that, that’s until he catches a glimpse of you pinning one of the students to the ground and damn would he work endless amounts of overtime to be under you like that— what was he saying?! Shaking his head he almost completely looses it when he watches the way your ass jiggles in your shorts and wonders how back shots would be.

Its not long before hes back in his office gripping his length in his fist and bottom lip between his teeth to quiet his moans.

“Nanami you shouldve said something”

“Like what? How i want to have you moaning and beging to cum for a fifth time with tears in your eyes? Or that i want to watch your eyes get  wide as you swallow my dick taking it to the back of your throat like the good girl i know you are? Or that i want to fill you up with every drop of my seed to put my claim on you and my self control is dwindling because i can smell your arousal and i just want to burry my face in it” he says with pure raw desire as his eyes burn into mine.

——

Professor reward & punishment.

You suck at college math and luckily your neighbor who happens to be a proffessor offers to tutor you after you helped him out a few nights ago.

“Since you can’t seem to pay attention, for every answer you get right ill put in another finger and for every wrong answer you put clothes on reducing the friction.” He holds my jaw making sure im listening.

“And extra credit” i tease before he begins rolling his sleeves up the bulge of his muscles ans loosening his tie yanking aggresively.

A dark smirk reaches his lips that ive never seen before and ive never wanted to be more accurate in… whatever subject we were studying for again.

————

Jealous!Sukuna

You and sukuna had gone back and forth so much its almost like you forgot yuji was his vessel, almost like you forgot he was the king of curses.

But none of that mattered now you (23) and yuji also of age had comitted to getting drunk and letting loose for once.

Sukuna pays it no mind as you aimlessly flirt with some guy at the bar but your eyes are on him. Not the guy, not yuji but Sukuna who had taken over since yuji was to drunk to fight back.

He could easily burn the world to the ground and nothing could stop him except for the look in your eyes when your tounge trails up his abs to his chest tracing his tattoo that the only fire burning hes worried about is the one in your eyes.

“Id pleasure you in ways no woman in your 1000 years of existance could even think about” i smirk before flipping us over so im on top us still connected by our hips moving my hand from his wrist to his neck making him purr.

——

Dad!Sukuna

More of a drabble aka the 3 times his kids call him daddy and the one time you do.

“Get in the cage!” 

“Sukuna stop telling them that! Theres no cage”

“He put fucking smiley faces in my book of incantations” he growls showing me the smiley faces with red eyes, fangs and a crooked smile.

“Oooh he drew you is that why youre mad” i tease watching him seathe as the sound of footsteps running upstairs can be heard smoke nearly comes out of his ears and foam from his mouth.

“As shitty as the smiley face may be he drew it because of you, now stop being such a sourpuss! if you be nice ill even call you daddy and let you give me another little you” i peck his lips listening to the growl of disappointment from pulling away too fast.

“I don’t think i told them how much i love them today” He mumbles pulling me into his lap.

[dnd-shenanigans-ensue]

The Story So Far...Echoes of Rebellion: Session 0

I thought it would be fun to write out the goings on of a Star Wars 5e campaign I'm a part of. I'll do my best to update every session. There are a few backed up so hopefully I'll get them all out before our next session. Let me know if you'd like me to keep going with this!

Opening Crawl:

It is a dark time in the galaxy. The iron fist of the Galatic Empire has tightened its grip, spreading fear and oppression across countless star systems. In the aftermath of ORDER 66, Darth Vader's sinsiter Inquisitors scour the stars, tracking down the last remnants of the Jedi Order. Survivors cling to secretcy, their light dimmed but not extinguised. Amid this tyrany, whispers of rebellion have begun to grow. A small yet detemed alliance of freedom fights has risen to challenge the Empire's domainance. Though vastly outnumbered, they fight for the justice, believing that a spark of hope can ignight the flames of freedom. Now, a myserious distress call has reached the rebels' hidden network, claiming to be from an imperial defector with critical information. Sensing a chance to strike a blow against the Empire, the Rebellion dispatches a small craft to uncover the truth. Will this lead to the advantage the Rebellion desperately needs--or a trap that cold spell their doom? The fate of the galaxy hangs in the balance...

Characters:

Kat: Human, Rebel and believer in the cause (character sheet)

J3: Pilot droid, droid right's advocate trying to get by in the galaxy

L-30 (Leo): B-1 Battle droid, bounty hunter who is under the impression he's not, in fact, a droid

Nix: Half Devaronian/Half Zabrak, former inquisitor and current defector from the empire

Lexar: Mandalorian, bounty hunter looking for the next score

Khalid: Human, force sensative fourteen year old just starting to figure out what that means in this much more dangerous world

Session Summary:

The story starts with Kat, a rebel operative, embarking on a crucial mission to Tatooine to meet an Imperial defector using the codename Pheonix. Upon reaching Ab Dalis, Kat sought J3-47, a piolit droid, for transport. However, their meeting was cut short by an ambush resulting in a fierce shoot out. J3 was shot in the crossfire, but she and Kat were able to escape on her ship, The Cosmic Clover. With the help of J3's Jawa compaion Gicks, the three were able to escape.

Meanwhile, a young boy named Khalid found himself trapped in a crashed ship, sinking in the dunes of Tatooine. Their mentor, Malik, a former Jedi used his dying moments to bestow upon them a lightsaber and a message; find Kat. Khalid barely escaped the wreckage before the ship was consumed by the Sarlaac.

A screen wipe transitioned to Mos Eisley where Nix was searching for information about incoming ships.

Khalid eventually made his way back through the desert to Mos Eisley, but found no safety there either.

L-30, also known as Leo, quickly caught sight of him and attempted to apprehend Khalid for the bounty. Unfortunately for Leo another bounty hunter was seeking the reward.

Lexar disabled L-30 with a well-aimed ion rifle shot, but before he could take his quarry, Nix pulled Khalid to safety.

Taking solice in at least sucessfully obtaining a new droid, Lexar went to examine L-30 only for the droid to have one more trick up his sleeve. Before being disable, L-30 manged to prime a stun grenande, taking Lexar by surpise as it went off.

Lexar now taken out, Nix force pulled L-30 to her with plans to repair and interrogate him.

The adventure concluded with the Cosmic Clover touching down in Mos Eisley just as Nix, Khalid and an incapacitated L-30 entered Wu-D's Jizz Den to await Nix's rebel contact.

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Daniel took advantage of Greg doubling over from the shin to the abs to move in behind Greg and wrap Greg into a belly-to-back bearhug. Daniel initially got his hands right around the edge of Greg's pecs. It was a decent enough position to lift Greg squeezing the SEAL hard. Greg reached back with his right arm to try and attack Daniel's head, but he couldn't see where Daniel's head was so he completely missed feeling nothing but air. "You are good, squid; definitely one hell of a fighter. But it's time I teach you who the master of these mats really is." Daniel delighted in talking softly and directly into Greg's ear while Greg struggled to get himself out of the hold.  "Last time I checked, Alpha wasn't your title," smirked Greg in response. Daniel pulled tighter, digging into the upper abs of Greg with his fists. "Who do you think trained him and made him the success he is today?" "Didn't he wipe the mats with your face in order to get where he is today?" Daniel wasn't sure why he loved goading Daniel so much, but he reveled in it. Daniel was more than a formidable fighter. Greg had nothing but absolute respect for Daniel being as old as he was, but still performing at the caliber of elite fighters.  Daniel shifted the hold to lift Greg up so Daniel could press into Greg's diaphragm which would not only push all the air out of Greg's lungs but if done correctly, with enough pressure, could cause Greg's diaphragm to start to spasm leaving Greg unable to pull in the air he needed to fight. "Why don't I wipe the mats with your face instead?" Daniel replied as he pressed into Greg's diaphragm. Greg could feel the pressure start to build on his abs, rib cage, diaphragm, and back. Daniel had a strong grip and was using his massive arms to really give Greg a massive squeeze. Greg also felt Daniel's rock-hard erect cock rubbing against the bottom of his ass. Daniel's cock was throbbing and pulsating as it rubbed up against Greg's ass. Daniel felt Greg's incredibly strong trapezius and latissimus muscles flex and rub against his pecs as Greg fought to free himself. As it seemed with all of Greg's muscles, his back was rock hard. Daniel knew that if he wanted to win, he would have to slowly break down Greg's muscles leaving them soft and defenseless for domination. "Time for some fun," Daniel plainly told Greg directly into his ear.

[its-my-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 22

Stoicism breaks

@whumpril

Tw: gore and fight

He was a calm person, nice, a man of little words. He kept to himself, but not in an unsympathic overly pride way. It more seemed, that he was fine with himself, not needing to prove anything, nor to himself, neither to the world around.

He was a tall young man, normally build, even though, one could only guess, under his casual, but professional clothes. His long brown hair usually in a ponytail. Even though his boss didn't like it, he had kindy denied to every cut it or speak about this topic ever again. Their normally chatty boss was muzzled, probably for the first time in his career.

He was treating everybody with kindness and respect, he was a calm person, people liked to be around, mostly in silence.

But some days his knuckles were slightly red, not only his female colleagues recognised. The rumours were going from an allergy to bathing himself in bleach. They repeatedly came to the point, that this even-tempered man was working here for 2 years and yet they knew nothing about his personal life.

Stories, situations and impressions were compared. So someone had seen him vanish in the restroom with a sudden nosebleed, another one had too. Maybe he was fatally ill, but he usually looked too healthy. One or both ears looked slightly swallon some days. Those few days, he was wearing his hair open. The frontdesk lady had added, that his nose must have been broken. Somedays his smooth movements seemed a bit sore. Maybe despite the hours, he was probably working one or more other jobs, people discussed. His clothes were fitting for his job, but nothing fancy. Maybe he had a family or was devorced or needed to pay a loan shark or had a bunch for children.

The speculations were piling up, so that colleagues started to throw him hidden looks and paint their own little colorful picture of who this man really was.

Little did they know.

×××

On a fridaynight Freddy went out with his buddy for some beers and watching an event, his friend kept quiet about. It was a tiny door in some backstreet, even going there felt spooky and kind of illegal. Through a hallway and under the critical eyes of a security guy in front of another door, they entered. It was a large room, bright light in the middle, the audiance was gathering around, the rest only dimly lighted. It must have been a few hundred people, happily cheering and chatting. Everything smelled like beer and smoke. Freddy was a bit smaller than the average, so he needed to pass the crowd to see, what was going on and were his buddy had dragged him. Parts of the audiance were shouting, what sounded like encouragement or disappointment.

"What is this?" Freddy asked his buddy, while a beer was put into his hand. The other man just smiled and started to make their way towards the middle of the room. Freddy followed.

×××

The fist had landed between his ribs and pressed all air out of him with a huff, but he was fast enough to tense his abs, so his opponent's fist must hurt like hell too. Blood was rushing in his ears, his head was spinning a bit, being tightly pressed together by the headguard, but couldn't take all the brunt from the hits he had already caught.

He blocked the next swing to his face by raising his left arm. Sweaty skin and tense muscles of both hit hard against each other. His arm felt numb for a brief second. A second too long and the opponent's other fist smacked against the cushion above his jaw right into his right cheek.

The punch hit hard and fast, it felt like his teeth came lose, when his head was painfully smacked to the side. The impact swiped him of his feet. The bloody taste in his mouth was newly refreshed, as he bite down more on the biting piece.

During his fall, he managed to kick away the other man's shin and both ended up on the matt. His shoulder bumped into the ground and disloged a painful grunt. But the motion of the fall gave him enough to roll to his side and take his rival into a chokehold, wrapping his legs around the bigger man's body. The skin above his shin, where he kicked out the man's leg was dark red already. Both were grunting and struggling. Entangled, they wiggled on the floor for a bit.

Usually, his eyes didn't leave the cage during a fight, but the pair of eyes, that was staring at him from the other side of the fency in fear and disbelive got his attention. They were almost at eyelevel.

×××

Freddy's buddy had dragged him right in front of the brightly enlightened cage in the middle of the room. Every step closer, he started to realise, what kind of an event his friend had lead him to. They found a spot right in front of the fence. "THIS! Is bloodsports!" His buddy happily called out, opening his arms and swinging his beer in a gesture to present the picture in front of them.

Two tall man fighting an ugly sport in a cage. He could only see them from the side. One was a bit more muscular, older, his nose bloody. Red in his face and on his naked chest. Both bodys covered in sweat, he could see tense muscles moving under skin. The bigger guy landed a decent punch between the other one's ribs. Freddy almost jackknifed more than the thinner fighter did. Air audibly left the man's lungs and the grunt was carried over the cheering crowd. The following left block, forearm against forearm looked as if both of those arms should have been broken instantly. But they didn't, the impact only made a strong, hurtful sounding 'thud' and they went on.

The next punch to the thinner, defently a bit younger man, made Freddy actually close his eyes refexively. That definitely hurt, his stomach flipped, but he prayed his eyes open again, just to see them both bump painfully hard into the ground.

How did he do that?

This man's ears must be ringing and he must be seeing starts by that strong hit to his face and yet he made the other one fall as well. The matt on the floor didn't look like it was very comfortable at all, or that it could do more, than to stop their fall, as would do the naked floor.

He was sure the smaller fighter was done, when that big fist made his head snap to the side. But now, there on the floor, he got the upper hand again and wrapped his long legs around the guy, that had at least 15 lbs more muscle than him.

Freddy's reservation and fear were pulled back by curiousety and astonishment. Suddenly he realised something familar in the man's face. The headguard was making it hard to see.

Hah, maybe his colleague had a twin-brother, his head joked silently. This man really looked like him, but never could this fighter and this calm, silent, well-balanced man from work.... their eyes met through wire-mesh.

The recognition in the other man's eyes was all what he needed to confirm. Freddy just stared into Andrew's eyes, not believing that this fighter, covered in blood and sweat, holding an even bigger man in a chockhold on the ground, could ever be his colleague from work, professionally dressed, kindly refusing to participate in a lunchbreak with the others. Never!

Andrew's eyes lit up and his lips parted a bit, revealing a bloody biting piece and an disturbingly happy and confident smile as he saw Freddy.

"Holy fucking hell!" Freddy yelled out, as his head finally pitched it together. "RIGHT! He's a beast, isn't he!" His buddy laught at Freddy.

"Yeah and an account."

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[battorlstuff]

Story - Fall of the Jock Pt.3

"My Gym Piggy is Growing"

The second video arrived the next day and the screen made it clear that this was the third week Jace had spent in that place.

It was clear that Jace's routine, or rather punishment, had continued. His body was no longer as tight and fit as before. Instead, Jace looked different, his muscles looked deteriorated, the young and once an adonis seemed weaker, he didn't even speak when the man entered the room and patted his stomach.

Jace's abs were no longer as defined, but with each Jace's heavy breath they disappeared. The man came in with a huge chocolate cake the size of the table he was carrying it on, the chocolate seemed to be melting and spilling all over the tray and then some messages appeared on the screen.

"I like to keep the temperature high, I even turn on the heating, as you know everything I feed our boy is soaked in a substance that makes him horny, I think the heat helps improve the effect, plus look at him all sweaty, Isn't that how gym rats like Jace like to be?

This heat also helps keep him weaker, we don't want Jace to be rude right? It's been 4 days since he doesn't fight back or try to resist, perhaps he has learned his place."

The lights turn on and Jace seems to react, he closes his eyes and suddenly the man slaps his no longer so defined face a few times.

"HeyJace! We're celebrating your 20th day here and the soon disappearance of those damn abs" the man laughed and looked at Jace's stomach, the lines of his muscles were barely visible, the guy's smile grew bigger as he tried to the sweaty one Jace's skin and saw how the boy wanted to move away from his cold touch, so he left his left palm there feeling the breath of his prey who used to be so arrogant and now looked scared, a step back and a little momentum ends in a fist that sank deep into the boy's abdomen, Jace only moaned and spit out saliva, feeling as if the man's fist burst his insides and darted his body from his navel to his lower back.

With that he placed the cake on the floor and turned to Jace who was hunched over, still breathless and in pain.

"This fatty is now stronger than you, huh?" He taunted his captor by pulling his hair to raise his head and look at him, a confused face and an open mouth as saliva continued to come out was all he saw.

He looked at his body past his now soft stomach, his arms were bigger but lacking definition, they looked swollen and a little greasy, his triceps were definitely gone although he could still see Jace's biceps, his once toned and slim feet. . They were a little fat, his thighs undoubtedly took the worst part, it was as if the fat were stagnating in them, they are completely soft, the calves were still there, barely. On his neck and jaw a small double chin was beginning to grow, it was as if his beautiful body was being covered under a thin layer of fat and was beginning to swell.

"This has only just begun and you don't look so good anymore" that was true Jace seemed exhausted and weak, the bags under his eyes were noticeable and his muscles were fading with each calorie that the man has made him swallow, his pecs were already not so good. strong nor pronounced like the first day he arrived, instead they seemed to swell and droop a little and his sharp face looked softer and rounder.

He lifted him out of the chair, but his ankles and wrists were still tied, he dragged him and threw him straight into the huge cake. Jace's chest and face sank into the chocolate coating, the man stood behind him and put his foot on Jace's back so he would stay there.

"You know what to do or else" he took out a teaser from his pocket and made it buzz, the simple sound sent shivers down the jock's spine, Jace just obeyed.

His face, neck, pectorals and his stomach were covered in chocolate, his mouth and face completely covered in crumbs and frosting.

Jace ate, burying his face in the bread and chocolate, it was like watching a pig wallowing in the mud. The man pressed his foot a little more on Jace's back while he laughed, the weight made the boy sink into the cake and almost choke, he raised his head again and continued eating, the man was hard watching the scene.

A message appeared on the screen:

"The cake was full of the drug, if you see..." a zoom was made to Jace's crotch "Our fattening pig is getting hard, although not harder than me. Look, his penis is already erect and leaking chocolate, maybe I should help him clean himself, but first he must finish eating."

Jace's stomach swelled more and he was holding a quarter of the big cake, his belly button popped out and Jace let out a big belch while his penis became completely hard, playfully kicking his balls of Jace and the little pig, afraid of punishment, continued eating.

From there the man and the camera had a good view of Jace's already flaccid butt, of all the parts of his body his hard buttocks seemed to be the ones that were ruined the fastest, turning into a gelatinous and shapeless mass, all that was needed was to expand that greasy mass now.

Jace swallowed, crawling over the large tray full of the remains of the cake, while he took bites here and there hoping that it would soon be finished.

His abdomen hurt and was swollen, he was barely a little more than a quarter of the cake when he stopped for the first time, he waited for the teaser to download, instead he received a strong kick in his groin, with his member erect it was even more painful. The first kick to his crotch was so hard that he lifted him off the ground for a few moments. A second kick to his balls made him howl in pain, a third colliding with his full stomach, eliciting grunts and belches from Jace.

When the man lifted his foot again Jace rushed to take a bite, but that didn't save him, the heavy boot collided with his left cheek and the pain almost made him choke.

The man let him continue, but raised the temperature a little, enjoying seeing the arrogant gallant in these conditions. Jace was crawling on the cake soaked in sweat and chocolate, panting from the sudden heat and how much he had eaten, burping constantly, and still hard and horny as hell.

More than half of the cake was gone and Jace stopped again, without strength he simply collapsed on the cake and waited for the blow, but this time the man pulled his jacket, fitting his nails into his balls, it was horrible, he squeezed his balls without stop and when he saw that Jace was still not eating he began to kick after kick in his crotch.

After more than ten kicks and recoiling in pain, Jace moved a little and buried his head in the rest of the cake taking small bites only for the man to stop.

Soon his torso was covered in a layer of sweat and chocolate frosting, his breathing heavy as he struggled to take another bite.

Fed up with Jace's small bites, the man simply picked up Jace's body and threw it on top of the rest of the cake. Jace rolled over and was covered in chocolate. The man bent down and took a piece of the cake that was lying on the cake with his hands. Jace's stomach and shoved it into the boy's mouth. So he continued to "clean" Jace's body and feed him, running a finger across his navel, lowering his hand to his hip and finally sliding his finger across Jace's hard penis until he reached the top. tip.

He massaged a little and cleaned the chocolate from the tip of his penis, smearing it with frosting and precum, taking it to Jace's mouth and making him lick it, before giving him a strong slap on his stomach or rather belly, his abs were not visible and his stomach came out to the delight of his captor. Who ran his tongue all over his penis along it and making the stud moan.

Jace squirmed, hating that this guy was turning him on, but he couldn't hold back all those moans in his throat. The man took several bites of the cake himself and shoved a few more pieces into Jace's mouth, forcing him to eat. The man wouldn't release Jace's burden, not yet. He continued to massage and remove the remains of the cake from Jace's body, licked his nipples, tasted the chocolate all over his torso, and ran his tongue over every corner of his flaccid ass and long legs until Jace was moderately clean, although he left his " chocolatey" cock for later.

"Very good, but the cake wasn't everything," said the man, seeing the stallion stunned on the ground, with his back against the tray where the cake was.

He dragged a hose and attached it to a funnel, Jace is still lying on the ground trying to breathe when the man inserted the funnel into his mouth and turned on the faucet of a tank. The hose twisted and a slightly liquid pudding reached Jace's mouth. Jace's eyes became watery, because he felt like his stomach was going to burst, the flow ran down his throat and went down heavily to his belly, bulging and creating such a swelling that Jace couldn't stand, it moved from one side to the other but the flow It didn't stop.

Jace couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to vomit, but as soon as he finished that tank the man connected the hose to a smaller gallon, the special supplement for Jace. The flow began to come and Jace simply writhed on the floor sweating profusely as the shoulder caressed his body, brought his fingers to his penis and began to massage it playfully.

Soon Jace was beyond hard and agitated as the man jerked him off, he struggled, but he couldn't help but moan even with the milkshake entering his mouth. The man slowed down and Jace twisted his hips, then he stopped, and licked the chocolate off his finger while he watched the panting boy, he tasted and licked each finger and then he bent down, put Jace's penis in his mouth and began to work, going too slowly, unfortunately for Jace who wanted it all to end.

The man took a bite and Jace took a big gulp, almost choking on the liquid. When he felt Jace was ready, the man stopped again and Jace seemed more frustrated, the liquid was still making his cock throb and he felt like his stomach was being burst from the inside. So the man took a somewhat rough dildo and slid it between Jace's buttocks and turned it on. Jace was completely overwhelmed by the sensations. He even felt that his nipples were burning and the tip of his penis was throbbing. He grunted in pain and choked. .

The man had put a needle in each of his nipples and was now burying another one, a little longer and spiked, in the tip of his penis. The man gave him a smile, their gazes met, Jace's frightened eyes closed. and with a malicious laugh his captor pushed the needle until it was almost completely buried.

"Alright, let's keep playing" with one hand he took turns massaging the needles on his nipples, and with the other He masturbated him, the flow of the hose did not stop and the dildo was still on. The man massaged Jace's member very slowly, watching as the spikes of the needle pressed from the inside to the skin of the penis, causing horrible agony in Jace. A few more movements and the hose stopped but he came in buckets writhing and clenching his fists and toes.

It was horrible, the needle did not allow him to release completely and little by little and painfully the same flow of semen was pushing the needle out, which took almost five minutes to happen, being extremely painful as if his member was being torn from the inside and every time he He came and the semen pushed the spikes tore the skin, finally the needle was out.

Jace lay there weakly looking at the man who took the dildo from him and carried it back to the chair. Jace just collapsed in the chair on the verge of unconsciousness, his penis still dripping with semen and his mouth still with traces of saliva, the man patted his cheek and twisted the guides on Jace's nipples a little, he smiled Hearing him moan in pain and then he tore them off so abruptly that he left small holes, the light went off and the video ended with the sound of the man's footsteps and the door closing.

The description said: My little pig is doing well, maybe I've been very good to him, if you're wondering, Jace weighed 197 lbs at that time, the poor guy still didn't know that he would end up weighing almost 900 lbs, but leave that to me, "I'll show you how Jace got there."

Fall of the Jock Pt. 2

[notstilinski]

Abbott Elementary Starters !

Taken from season two the 2022 ABC series, Abbott Elementary! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! There may be some light spoilers!

“I took it as an opportunity to grow. Not physically, of course, because I can’t reach the top shelves in my apartment.”

“Sea (Name) is very different than Land (Name).”

“If this is what they expect of us, it’s can’t be unrealistic.”

“Are you about to get evicted?!”

“I thought coming into work a full adult would be my solution, but I’m drowning.”

“I get it now. I’m not not a fan.”

“Then why do I have to see Chris Pratt everywhere?!”

“Oh, I don’t do that anymore. Because I’m in therapy and anger management.”

“Oh, we don’t take bribes — That aren’t in the form of money.”

“I think she’s saying I’m a broke boi.”

“(Name), I said that I don’t want to go to a strip club with you.”

“I hope all the kids aren’t here today. Yesterday, almost everybody was in attendance and it almost broke me.”

“You don’t want to be a corny legend.”

“Ya’ll gotta stop playing God with that boy’s life.”

“I’m not in the mood to improve-d at.”

“(Name) tells me I sound like a lesbian. I’m working on that.”

“And one of those is the right side, which is mine.”

“Are you two in a fight? Looks like ya’ll in a fight.”

“Poison? You know I ain’t poisoning anybody. If I’m taking someone out, I want to watch them go.”

“I’m starting to think that I didn’t grow into the person I’m proud of because of it, but maybe I did despite of it.”

“What’s that I taste? The taste of sweet victory?”

“Who does everybody get so surprised when I say I’ll help? I’m a professional.”

“You time yourself going to the second floor?”

“It don’t count if I don’t have my Fitbit on.”

“I haven’t seen you this made since the bartender cut you off at the batting cages.”

“Disguises, crime, looking hot? These are my specialities.”

“Okay, well, thank you for the donation to my mouth.”

“I’m just one of those people where chaos really affects my mood so I’m just gonna call it a day.”

“Ghost, ghouls and new friends.”

“Oh, like y’all came tell these moderately attractive white men with bears apart.”

“You truly do have the taste of a middle aged midwestern mama.”

“And now you’ve made me an accessory.”

“I Googled it. But I like to maintain that aura of dark mystery.”

“This is cutting into my pre happy hour hour.”

“All these wasted eggs when the (Name) is in town. Now I’ve got to throw a Molotov cocktail at their bus.”

“And I want to shield them with the best defense: Positivity.”

“The emergency is… I don’t feel like it right now.”

“Merry Capitalism to you all.”

“You know what? They’re a lot like paint fumes. Small doses? Fine — Even somewhat enjoyable. But too much just gives you a headache.”

“Yeah, after I introduce myself, you know. Start dating, get super clingy, abs go through his phone he might be.”

“That’s right. Now go ahead and make Juvenile proud.”

“Is that my work husband grinding on my work nemesis?”

“I’m sorry, you look like you’re in deep thought.”

“I drink a lot of Snapple so I kind of know some facts.”

“I know plenty of people who have counted me out before and, while I have absolutely no way of confirming this, I’m positive they’re all dead.”

“Sorry, so your- You dad, he hired an actor to play his child instead of just asking you?”

“Don’t look at me like that, he gave me his number.”

“I was both the hostage negotiator and the hostage.”

“Well, I’m a pacifist. You mess with me, I’ll pass a fist across your face.”

“We are watching the first Toy Story because the third one makes me cry.”

“What in the Earth, Wind and Fire is going on here?!”

“Okay. She’s robbed a child.”

“Aw. Disposable income.”

“Do you want to pinch my cheeks? My mom says it helps.”

“Well, that was before I realized that I have an insecure attachment style. I now recognize it for the disdain that it is.”

“I don’t think an adult has ever apologized to me before.”

“I will kick your (Name)-loving Valentine’s Day ass right out of this building.”

“Shame. So hot, yet so annoying.”

“I am one minor inconvenience away from putting this whole day in rice.”

“Mandates are nothing more than fervent suggestions.”

“Just because you got a round face like the Teletubbies sun baby doesn’t mean that the world revolves around you.”

“It’s cool that no matter what I do, no one is happy.”

“Let’s say that (Name) has a bubbly personality to cover up deep-seated mommy issues.”

“The silver lining about dating is that you only have to be correct about someone /once./“

“Last night, as the kids would say, was a film.”

“That is bisexual erasure. I expected better from you.”

“You’re a dork but you’re messy.”

“Weird cash floating around? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Come on. Let’s go bully some sensitive artists.”

“Now you two need to get on board. Who we fighting first?”

“That’s why Mothers Day was invented. So less mothers would leave their families.”

“Don’t give Jesus my credit.”

“Nothing good has ever come from nerds whispering.”

“It’s because you abandon people, and it’s nice to finally hear you say it out loud.”

“People had hopes for you, and they gave up on me!”

“I get why you left (Name), it just kind of felt like you left me, too.”

“My night terrors have spread into day terrors. I can’t tell if I’m asleep right now or if this is some kind of waking nightmare.”

“Why can’t you ever give me credit for a good idea?”

“My lies don’t discriminate.”

“Never have I been so happy to hear such explicit content.”

“At the end of the day, they have to decide who they want to be. And this one decided to be a jackass.”

“So what you’re going to do is pick yourself up, dust yourself off, come back here tomorrow and do your job.”

“People have thrown dirt on my name, others have given flowers. It’s all a garden to me.”

“I love the company of others. But I’m trying to like my own.”

“I’m just gonna go back to avoiding her and never asking her for anything.”

“You would beat my ass, wouldn’t you?”

“The key to never getting your ass beat? Knowing when someone can beat your ass.”

“Note to self: New way to manipulate. Step one: have a daughter. Step two: Play the long game.”

“I’m a master forager. My speciality? Mushrooms.”

“I don’t know how to leave this conversation.”

“I’m counting on those tiny fists for very precise blows.”

“Yeah. I take all your recommendations seriously — I want to know why you like stuff.”

“Uh-uh. I don’t like clanks in bags. Clank-clank leads to clink-clink.”

“No wonder your dad’s a landscaper, the way you beat around the bush.”

“You need to be better at hiding things with your face.”

“Everybody I like knows it. (Name) and Diego Luna has seen my tweets.”

“If I don’t get a smooth eleven hours, I get a little handsy.”

[cafeleningrad]

I've no illusions as to why the Black Lagoon gals are the way they are - I've read TEX-MEX doujins.

However I appreciate that Hiroe's women are hot within more or less realistic body types (Jane might be the exception here), having wider wasts and tighs if they're busty. Most of them are physical fighters so of course they've abs. Shenhua is lean and tall, Sawyer is skinny so their bust is realistically not big.

And again, I know why most women are "kicks your ass and she cool so suave doing so". And again however, I love how organically they're written. Really awesome action scenes, fist fights, and gun kata - and it's not ecchi! Amen to that. And then the majority of the female characters is well written. The women can get messy. Not cute messy in a ditzy-adorable way but actually have funny expressions, get stressed, make mistakes, get stuck in dilemma, be outright mean, get in stupid fights, get shitfaced drunk, argue with their friends, and be very cool. Jane is messy, nervous, jumpy, but a talented hacker. Yukio is a a highschool girl who's acutely aware of her precarious sitaution of being a female heiress to the yakuza which is dominated by machismo and patriarchal structures. Anime and manga have a lot of issues depicting assault on women either as jokes, or eat their cake and eat it too by using visual languages more akin to erotica. Despite being a big name doujin artist, Hiroe knew very well how to depict the humiliation inflicted on Yukio as discomforting, and not sexy at all.

Revy is the action character who's definitely very sexy, very cool. But she's also brash, talks krassly. At some point her anger issues lead to arguments about essential conflicts. Revy can be contemplative although she rarely likes to show that she can feel lost.

And Miss Balalaika is of course absolutely sexy. Stylish, deep neckline. Her men are 190% loyal to her. She's physically strong enough to toss a grown man around. Never does she need to fear for her safety because she can rely on herself and everyone around her. But the moment people cross her, it becomes clear that her coolness stems form the security that she will use any violence to force peace and safety. Her coolness comes from the knowledge that any disruption means termination for anyone else. She's also secure in her position because she understands and can act upon politics. Surely not the comforting big boobed older woman character.

It's also kinda funny, how a male-audience oriented action manga passes the Bechdel in flying colours when so many women-written romance stories indulging in female fantasies (*cough* romantsy fad *cough*) fails. Like, Revy and Eda get drunk together, or have casual talks about the current missions, or simply how terribly humid the weather is. When they talk about men, it's about local or Black Lagoon enterprise politics. Women talking about their plans, mistakes, insulting each other, or liking each other. The sex workers of Ronapure adore Revy, and they exchange flirts jokingly. (Or not so jokingly.)

Anyway, word vomit. But I think the 2000s were a great time for anime and women rumbling. They're definitely works with way more intentionally feminist themes - but when it comes to well written women in action stories, Hiroe was really onto something here.

[honeylikesyanderes]

the yandate characters are so interesting :000 can i learn some more about icarus and ren? — 🫧

(18+ mdni)

you swiped right on icarus!

icarus - half fairy, half angel

age: looks 24ish

birthday: march 6th

physical attributes:

6'5

chin length green hair

purple eyes

tan skin

broad af shoulders

semi-muscular build

birthmark underneath his right eye

sharp canine teeth

wings are ab 5'4 in height, and has a large wingspan

personality traits

is either deathly silent or is the life of the party

no in between

isnt necessarily the most charming but gets away with a lot because of his good looks

is probably the most subtly toxic yandere that you would ever meet

is extremely observant of people and his surroundings

is lowkey a perfectionist

are they aware that they are a yandere? does it bother them?

icarus is aware, but he's in denial about it, so it doesn't really bother him.

yandere! icarus:

yandere type: possessive

icarus is the type of yandere that'll give his darling their space

like he'd let you go out and whatever

but if he gives you a particular time to be back home, you better be back exactly on time

he's also the type to subtly manipulate darling's feelings just to achieve his goal

and he's so so subtle about it

darling won't even notice his toxicity until they find themselves crying alone in the bathroom because of something icarus said

regardless, icarus is extremely loving

and he shows it like 99% of the time

his major love languages are words of affirmation and gift giving

can and will write down love letters detailing his obsessive and compulsive yandere love for you, and seal it with hearts drawn in red ink (the blood of his love rival).

icarus fun facts

his day job is as a florist and professional gardener

he absolutely loves flowers (his favourite are carnations)

he owns a couple of vineyards in France and Italy

he enjoys making and tasting wine

also owns a popular wine brand

you swiped right on ren!

ren - ? tailed fox

age: looks 26

birthday: nov 9th

physical attributes

has variable height but is usually 6'7

waist length white hair

red eyes

has multiple piercings on his body

lightly tanned skin

birthmark underneath his right eye

slim yet muscular build

has 2 red birthmarks on each of his eyes

personality traits

looks like a dick, is probably the nicest guy you'd ever meet

is mostly introverted but is extroverted when necessary

is genuinely a wholesome and caring person

he's very truthful tho and doesn't sugar-coat

so he may come off as a bit rude or aloof sometimes

uses the 'dick' façade to chase away bad people or people who'll take advantage of him

but he's actually such a sweet guy (mostly to only his darling)

are they aware that they are a yandere? does it bother them?

ren doesn't really consider himself as a yandere; he just thinks that he's extremely caring.

yandere! ren

yandere type: protective

ren is a sweet guy

gives off he/they energy ykwim?

but uh

you're his mate babe

so he doesn't really want to see anyone around you

whether they be male, female or enby

you're his and his alone.

ren is most likely to be his darling's stalker

and he'd most likely isolate you from your friends and family

even if it means getting his hands dirty and spreading rumours about you

anything that'll get you isolated from the world and seeking comfort in his arms-

he'll do it.

on the other hand,

if y'all go out together, you can literally dress however you like

''i can wear whatever i want cause my bf can fight'' :)

ren doesn't mind getting violent with love rivals

and even with people who hurt darling.

ren is also the type to ensure that darling witnesses one of his fist fights, just so he can use it as a means of intimidation against darling.

ren fun facts!:

his day job is at a bakery

he's head baker

his speciality is japanese and italian pastries

his actual job is as a bounty hunter

no one knows how many tails ren has and he's never told anyone

ren is over 300 years old

he has been married before (its a long story)

he can grant wishes at a price and he used to do it a lot when he was a bit younger

[suguwu]

😱😱😱 Bee you do it to Takao like that?? You kill him like that!? No goodbye, no last "I love yous" that's so cruel!!

okay before i get into THAT, you never fail to provide the most beautiful detail to every mundane moment, but if i gushed over every one, this ask would get five part series too

Honest to god i was so certain Takao would've actually left in the end. Like "oh your soulmate's here? guess i'll die" and he just!! goes!! and let's be real in his shoes, i dont blame him. at least he said something. he communicated his feelings and he took a step back because he wanted space.

like yeah reader suffers a bit, but she's got a solid support system. she's got her parents, she's got her friends. have i mentioned i love Abe and Yoshikawa so much?? what would this story be like without them? how would Reader cope without them?? i dare not think.

also you're so good at describing food, i wanted those crepes so much

okay and i must know, what's the soulmate clause in the marriage contract, what was all that about??? it sure sounds like a lot of boring paperwork to me, and a headache to work through. you're so good at weaving subtle worldbuilding in where it matters, but that's the problem, i want the story to be about bullshit soulmate clauses in marriage contracts. what are soulmate laws here, what do they look like

Kita is so good, that's the problem. the progression of their interactions between text and phone call to eventual physical visits was very sweet. If he was an asshole that'd make things easier. and honestly i was Very nervous where it was going because like especially when the wedding got cancelled after reader met her soulmate, i'd lose my mind because you KNOW that got people's tongues wagging.

it's unfortunate that it's not hard to imagine that a lot of people would in fact, find reader insane for not immediately choosing her soulmate in a heartbeat. your neighbors, your co-workers, distant relatives, people on the goddamn street etc

oh my god speaking of, i wasn't kidding when i said i would've fist fight Atsumu in the streets, i could've HOWLED.

Aran is a fuckin blessing because i knew the twins were gonna have Opinions on reader after she rejected Kita. THEY may be protective of Kita, but I'M protective of reader and i'm stronger, i know it. i could beat them. the social expectation surrounding soulmates would be abysmal, can you imagine?? and we only got a little taste of it, when Atsumu just threw his hands up like "He's your soulmate!" as if that was supposed to be the end all be all statement to end an argument. when reader is MARRIED??

oh, you already have a partner? forget them! you met your soulmate! guilt tripped reader for KITA'S choice to remain in contact as if it's her job to manage his feelings. i'd ream Atsumu so hard it'd strip the hair dye from his follicles and he'd have to go back to Onigiri Miya, a brunette again.

thank god reader has supportive loved ones. thank fuckin god. if i got grilled by the general public, or even people in my life why i chose Some Guy and not my Soulmate, i would kill everyone in the room and then myself. SMH

okay i definitely had more to say but i'm gonna cut myself off now before i go insane luv u so much bee, congratulations again on getting part 2 out!!

whisper beloved this had me ROLLING lmao thank you so much for taking the time for this!!

cut because this is a long answer lol

i did do it to takao like that i'm afraid,,,he deserved better but i couldn't give it to him. i knew it from the start

takao could have peaced out and honestly it would have been the expected thing for him to do in this society! so he just took a step back. which i think was hard for him but easier than it could have been, knowing the support system reader has in place. i'm SO glad you love abe and yoshikawa they are also near and dear to my heart,,,love a good friendship!

lskjdflksjdf once i'm done with the fic i may release some of my worldbuilding notes! for the shrine clause (and a clause used by most marriage venues), it's one that allows the person getting married to get out of the contract without any consequences if they meet their soulmate. so they would get their deposit/any money back and not be held responsible for any penalties that might otherwise be described in said contract.

for the form they hand in at the time of marriage, some countries track soulmates and have bureaucratic systems around it. it's almost like a census in some ways. the form is essentially a report about whether either party has met their soulmate and if they are marrying their soulmate. it can be used as a way to stop the marriage if the soulmate desires to do so.

kita is Very Good and that's half of the issue, like you said! and yes, society has a Lot to say about reader's choice - it's very unusual and there's a lot of controversy around people who don't stay with their soulmates (don't even get me started on soulmate divorce).

PLEASE I AM CACKLING honestly atsumu deserves a fist fight for that one! both the twins do in their own way (osamu distracted kita so atsumu could go after reader). reader's been hoping to avoid them because she knew from aran's stories (they've met a few times, mostly over facetime when he was visiting kita) that meeting them probably wouldn't go well. and...on the money with that one.

thank you thank you for all of the thought that went into this ask. you are always far too kind and i'm so glad you enjoyed it!!!

[trans-jester-420]

i didn’t see the poll but here are my thoughts:

Shirley bc of the jukebox comment from the pilot. she’s gotten into fist fights and she’s won fist fights. also her time as big cheddar. she’s a formidable foe

Annie, but it’s a close second. she’s vicious, she’s been shown to be vicious and she’s got vicious intentions. if pushed i believe that she’d rip out a throat rick the walking dead style (she was nerfed in epidemiology!!! NERFED!!!)

Abed for his athleticism and genre awareness. he’s impossible to guard bc of his soulful and mysterious eyes and i believe that he’s analyzed enough tv fighting to enact it in real life effectively and with force

Troy has been in fights before and done ok. he threatened to punch toby and pillows and blankets went hard. though he’s more of a lover not a fighter, he is also a fighter.

Britta bc of her anarchist days. i don’t think she won many fights, but i think she could somewhat handle herself. probably got beat by cops multiple times so knows how to take a punch and throw a punch.

Jeff did ok in that fight w mike

Pierce, though i recognize that he can throw a punch, and had those stories about feelin up gals and getting his teeth knocked out by a republican,,, i don’t believe him. those stories are exaggerated. he would do bad.

So in light of that poll about who of the Greendale Seven would win in a fistfight (where Abed managed to come in 3rd place ahead of Troy, Jeff, Britta, and Pierce), I thought I would (lightheartedly) compile some of the things that Abed would canonically do in a fistfight:

Run away

2. Casually request a high five (?) right in the middle of the brawl

3. Attempt the crane kick from The Karate Kid

4. Gleefully run away some more, while occasionally getting hit on the bottom by a broom

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(( Art gifted from incredibly talented PoisonedMartini. Original story by me. )) Jordan released the hold after Santiago tapped out on his shoulder. The Latino fighter collapsed to the mat so exhausted and dejected that he was forced to tap to the rookie upstart on his home mat. Wasting no time in proclaiming his victory, Jordan kicked up, landed on his feet, and proudly placed his left foot down on top of Santiago's abs pressing in with just enough pressure for Santiago to feel it. Jordan felt the hard muscle of Santiago's abs under the ball of his foot. They slowly rose and fell as the Latino caught his breath, resigned himself to his defeat, and steeled himself for the inevitable punishment he would have to take. Jordan looked down at Santiago and smiled, "How's it feel to be out grappled, amigo?" Jordan leaned in a little adding pressure to his foot pressing into Santiago's abs, "Guess this pretty boy was more than enough challenge for you. Only wish you gave me more of a challenge." Jordan stood upright and flexed his chest for the crowd while his fists were on his hips. It was the perfect picture to showcase his victory in his Final Trial. Jordan was extremely happy and proud that he would now join the pack and make it before his rival. Sure, it may be only by a few weeks, at the most, but he could now say that he was a pack member before Connor. He did it first. He did it faster. The crowd around the cage cheered its approval of Jordan's victory. Jordan's boss smiled greedily as he thought of the sum of cash he just made wagering a small fortune on Jordan submitting the home-crowd favorite. He figured Jordan would impress and now that he had, he would ride Jordan's coattails on his way to making a fortune. He just had to make sure that Jordan was hooked on fighting here and would do it again. Jordan's youth and determination to show that he was the best made it easy for him to goad into fights and if Jordan could take on slightly bigger opponents that seemed a sure loss, then the money he could make was limitless. Jordan would be his golden goose not only for his company but for his private account as well.  Jordan took a step over Santiago, which included pressing down into Santiago's abs with his left foot, on his way to the edge of the cage. It was time to collect his winnings and head to The Warehouse to show Cody the good news and make his membership in the pack official. As Jordan headed to the cage door, he heard a deep male voice, "Jordan..."

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LOL The write-up of Mozu's route happened so quickly because since you brought up Bustafellows again, I ended up diving straight into the game again. XD Was a good time. And yes, I replayed Shu's route first. Had to. He's the game's best boy and I could not resist. XD And then I went straight into Mozu's after that since I was on a roll. ;)

As for Variable Barricade, my favorite is Taiga. :D (full disclosure, I'm massively broke so I watch a narrated play through of most new otome titles [partly because I enjoy doing other things while listening] and this was no exception, though I wish it was because this was a GOOD game!) I LOVED the twist reveal with Taiga! and that gave him an instant leg up to be my favorite. I'd also argue that that reveal also made their getting together and eventual marriage the sweetest because it was very family oriented in that way as opposed to "yes, it's business, but we fell in love" deal.

It is kinda funny because I was real worried about this game, too! After watching a playthrough of "Cupid Parasite" and not vibing with it, I was kinda worried about this game with the similar premise of dating "trash husbands" if you will. But I was really surprised how charmed I was so quickly?

And board 3 of Taiga's route... yeah, that was BRUTAL. Like, I very much understood what was going in his mind and it was realistic, but very sad because you just wanted him to grow a pair and face that scary future he was afraid of. But I DID like that it pushed Hibari to chase him down! She had to grow up and fight, and I liked that character growth for her.

My second fave in the game was Nayuta, actually. He was a good puppy dog and I liked their dorky, awkward, innocent little romance, but let me tell you, I'm still not over that CG of him at her window! My heart has left the building.

Shion... I want to smack. And then Ichiya. (Inhales loudly.) I need this man to grow a spine. To the point I could not finish watching the play through of his route. BUT! To be fair, part of my irritation is purely personal due to family drama getting exposed in his route and I know I get fired up with any story that has that component. XP

Lastly, as for Noritsune, his route was good. The writing on that was very tight and clean. I liked that a lot. They were a very sweet couple with an adorable dynamic, each wanting to push each other to get better and grow, but doing it together. ( I haven't finished watching the playthrough of that game, so I can't rate the other routes. XD I've seen his and Benkei's routes before my mind decided it was no longer gonna focus on this game. XD I'll get back to it some day, maybe.)

And hey, no judgements on Shigahira. XD We all have those certain characters that hit us just right and suddenly we want to scream about them to anyone listening. LOL

(squints at this inbox) no way. DID I FORGET THIS FOR MONTHS. IM SO SORRY LOL

ALSO!!! if you have that mozu write up PLEASE LINK IT TO ME i'd love to read it. i remember telling you that i didn't really like how it turned out (not because of his personality, mozu is my fave LI of all time, i just didn't like the plot points)

and omg you just reminded me ab varibari LOL BUT I AGREE taiga and hibari are really good for each other!! shakes fist at taiga running away and hibari putting him on a pedestal. the way his route is written is kind of crazy tbh esp because aside from the "ha im setting you up with my grandkid!" shebang, the lack of communication KINDA HITS CLOSE TO HOME.... it feels a bit too real?! LOL hey... i thought this was a funny game... don't just spring this to me! LOL YES YES NAYUTA'S WINDOW CG IS THE BEST gawd i keep on looping that scene

maaan i get it!!! REALLY!!! the game was so ruined to me bcs of ichiya. honestly if i were you dont even bother watching the rest of ichiya's route. it's not the man himself that's the issue here imo, it's the writing... they ruined him in the worst of ways. like wdym ichiya is actually crying and the other dudes are like "tf get over it" and making fun of him while hibari is like "omg him suffering is so cute lol" ??????????? esp the ending of his route WTF IS THAT. THAT WAS SO CONVULTED. i dont even wanna talk about it here hoooly shit THAT WAS SO!!!! GRR!!!! MAKES ME MAD FOREVER!!!!!!! I HAVE BEEF WITH THE WRITERS!!!!! i refuse to perceive his route. ichiya i am sorry they treated you like this!!! you're not exactly my favorite but IM SO MAD FOR YOU!!!

about birushana if you do get around it hit me up!!! though now you know i'm not exactly the fastest replier out there... SORRY HAHA though i'm currently out of my otome phase atm?! my otome phases are usually 3 months max, and it happens once or twice a year :-P still down to talk about it anytime though! see how i got so enraged at the mention of ichiya's route! smh he is done so dirty!!!!!!!!!

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Beyond the parasocial hellscape that is any virtual group, especially this one in particular, HEARTSTEEL is built to be a boy band that is, transparently, a KPop boyband. That's not a problem at all, by the way. Like, white america doesn't get to dictate what a boy band is or should look like. However, uh, when you translate these characters into the real world you've got to choose where they're from by virtue of their chosen back stories. Their wants, their dreams, their obstacles, their concerns, and their personal fears are all things you have to choose when translating a fantasy character into our world.

And BOY HOWDY did Riot make some choices.

Every single one of them has some sort of really, really, intense backgrounds that critique the music industry, capitalism, and the very real BIG DEAL of work culture and the exponentially rising rate of younger and younger burnouts.

I have thoughts on all six of them, but right this second I want to talk about Sett and Kayn specifically because they're both set in my personal background and their representation of poverty and anti-establishment culture could have been so refreshing and validating but as they are I am f r u s t r a t e.

So I want to start with Sett because it's easier to describe what I'm bothered by at face value. Simply: he's a poor gay boy who just lucked out on his rap career.

The long version: It's complicated for people at Riot who design this stuff because you can tell there are two mindsets on what Sett is. He is either a) the male power fantasy where you punch really hard and you own a lot of stuff and maybe you listen to andrew tate's podcast and b) he's a hard-headed bastard who loves his mom very much and drinks fruity cocktails and also spends a lot of time caring about his MCR-baby haircut and his white pants and his Vastayan found family. In Runeterra, these really can't coexist. For example, his color story is at direct odds with Legends of Runeterra and his gaggle of also dumb friends fighting for money and getting drunk while icing their bruises. There's also the thing about him being gay for Aphelios, sorta if you think that two dead gay lovers is good enough.

BUUUUUUT heartsteel ACTUALLY has a chance to rectify this! Or it did! Wow am I disappointed!!!

Riot describes real-world like in our world literally Sett as: "Don't let the chiseled abs fool you: With savvy style and a heart of gold tempered by years of hard work supporting his mom, Sett has earned his confident rapper's swagger. His last music career ended when he punched a paparazzo, but he won't be kept down. People call Sett a lot of things, but when he's on stage with HEARTSTEEL, you can call him “boss.”

So he isn't super strong and hot-headed because it's his thing. Sett's like that because he's from a single parent home and had to work hard in his young years because there wasn't anybody else to do it. And as young as they are all portrayed it means he worked hard labor jobs to support his mom and keep food on the table.

I am SLAMMING MY FISTS ON THE TABLE

His rags-to-riches story is mutated by the expectation of real-world hardship and our cultural beliefs around young men doing back-breaking work. Instead of it being about fighting rings and other slightly illegal activities, which could have worked here, it's about a life that so many young boys and men are forced into with no way out.

Sett being a picked-up rapper is the fantasy that so many poor boys have and it's really gross to compound that with a paparazzi hound pushed and punished this hard trodden young man so much he physically lashed out. Violence and fighting skills for poor people isn't a sign of bad manners, it's a sign of survival and to place this fictional character into the gap of classism is pretty, uh, gross.

Because heartsteel Sett isn't supposed to read as what I'm talking about. Their dumb boys playing with cameras not people who need these things to work out for them because they need to escape whatever situation they're in. Actively preying on people to make heartsteel become an even bigger thing than a thirst-trap kpop boy band fad by manipulating lore-fans into associating Sett with rappers like Tupac, B.I.G., and Eminem without making a true stand with their virtual boy band is problematic asf.

Also just a little idea for you to think about: As young as these guys are supposed to be in this reality, the scar on Sett's nose is actually more complicated than "he got it in a fight" or a cheeky nod to Berserker (which is ALSO problematic if you think about it lmao).

At mid his mid 20s, a scar like that as deep and dark as it is can only come from a few places in our reality. Maybe a knife fight, yeah, but that's unlikely because he isn't a street fighter in this universe. You can make a lot of headcanons about it but there is only one that makes total sense to me, personally, and it's just a ironic as the rest of my critique of heartsteel.

If he worked hard for his mom, and it definitely wasn't through the rap game at first, it was probably from an accident at any of the poor-young man jobs that all poverty kids end up doing at least once. So many of us have lasting scars for those days and it's a shame this part of Sett isn't the main focus of heartsteel.

It's instead his young stud sex appeal.

Kayn is arguably worse but for reasons that are harder to place without real musical knowledge and for the one person who reason all this I am so soryr.

yknow as much as I like more overtly and covert queer representation in league of legends I am not happy with the usage of our historic symbols in co-opted make-a-company-worth-billions-worth-more-billions. Rewriting our existence through commodification of a language and culture lost over and over again is...g r e a t

K'Sante, Hwei, and Heartsteel really get under my skin for different reasons

I want these symbols and stories to matter in a way that inspires young and old queers alike to remind ourselves that our culture is not insignificant nor something to use for the sake of profits. It's something that should be seen as sacred and overwhelming resilient in the face of negligence and genocide. The same goes for the queer sub-cultures like punk and poverty fashion symbols; I hate that we have to compromise for our morals and self-identities to feel "seen" by our favorite corporate overlords.