[$] The Village Hidden in the Reeds [BBWs/XWG] by BoboTheHoboWrites, literature
Literature
[$] The Village Hidden in the Reeds [BBWs/XWG]
The life of a ninja is not always one of loud, boisterous emoting. It can be said that there is a sort of niche for that mindset, especially in the Fourth Age of the Ninja. But for every big, loud operative that announces their attacks of super-secret techniques that have been honed for generations, there must be ten—twenty, if not more—members of any squad that must be dedicated to doing the job silently. Through the use of the chakras that flow throughout the body, the Ninja are capable of doing tremendous and extraordinary things. It was only just recently that Ino Yamanaka felt as though that stealth had regained prominence in what was to be her chosen profession. “Oh look it’s my good friend.” Clearly, the more bombastic style of warfare that had been popularized in recent years had left her stealth skills wanting. Otherwise, how else was Ino supposed to explain getting spotted by a foreign agent? Sure it was only Temari, but of all the people to get accosted by while she
(COMM) Orihime's Full-Filling Date by screwedontight, literature
Literature
(COMM) Orihime's Full-Filling Date
Orihime Inoue loved her part-time job. She always had an affinity for baking, and working at this bakery was probably the best thing that has happened to her in a long time. Fighting Hollows, helping Ichigo, and being a select handful of humans that knew the true secrets of the afterlife (and how weirdly classist it is) was fun and all. But few things gave the buxom high school senior more joy, than taking in the smell of freshly baked bread at the start of her shift. As well as have her carry that smell when selling that soft bread to customers, vendors, and of course, her friends—when there was any left. Since, even Orihime’s overly generous nature, didn’t stop her from sneaking a loaf or three every now and then—over the past year and a half. Inevitably leading her to lose the slender figure that most girls idolized her for. Her uniforms grew tighter, her bras snugger, and the struggle to slide behind her desk became a bigger hassle with each passing month.
“Basschin!” the name was a curse on my lips. Chaos ensued upon the beach, with every girl hoisting their stuffed selves into action. I could see little more than their feet stomping their way through the sand towards me, for the albino crab had latched itself to my face! “Off!” I cried as I stumbled to my feet. “Off, damn you! Fucking… Aniya! Basschin! Someone get this thing off me!” To ask anyone for help was not a thing I did lightly, but this was a perilous situation with weighty consequences. The albino crab had latched its six legs around my head, its bleached, bone-like underbelly pressed tightly against my nose. Even now, I was pulling madly at the beastly thing, gaining confidence that I could pull it off, only to feel sharp pains at the roots of my hair. The crab’s coconut-cracking pincers had clamped onto my hair! “Ahh, fuck!” I stamped my foot with rage. “Stay back! All of you stay back!”