Demonic Servitude
"he must be a featherweight if _you_ could toss him out like dat!" his appearance matched his voice: big, muscular, wore a stained, loose t-shirt and loose, ripped jeans, and his bald head shone in what little light bled into the darkened alleyway.
[Bridge Too] Far From The Tree
Some may consider such a featherweight outfit to be vulgar. inconsiderate. i pay such biased rhetoric no mind. despite a lack of a shirt, i'm not exposing any 'femininity' to the world, so to speak. my comfort breaks no law.
Amalgamation 4
“featherweight." “hey, i do not do this that often!" “i can tell." when well manicured fingers danced in the air a copy of james's drink was placed in front of the green haired human. “let me show you how it's done."
Fighting wolf, spirit fox
The sword was there, shining with a heavenly light, covered in small electric bolts, as a blue gem decorated the end of the golden and green hilt of the featherweight, precious blade.
LiM Ch7: Through my Veins
Considering the size of the scimitars, the blades weighed about as much as shortswords, so they weren't featherweight. "a good chance to practice then!" grant said and practically dissapeared.
Roads Untraveled - Part XVI
Ari groaned as rhyme's paws tickled her manhood with featherweight grazes and touches. "fine, but you're getting yourself off too. once you're this far gone, that's the only real solution." "what!?"
Lykos - Primer
It was enough to make the lithe, almost featherweight wolf throw his head back and let out a howl of pleasure.
Superhero
With a backpack over her shoulder full of her newest well-meaning attempt to get everyone wearing some sort of uniform or costume, a laptop, a tablet, and a thirty pound iron barbell weight, she almost weighed enough to class as a featherweight.
Forgive Me- Chris 7 + Surprise
He was heavier than he looked, but he was still a featherweight compared to me. he started sobbing on my shoulder, and i rubbed his back to make him feel better. "chris?" "yes james?" "i love you too."
A Witch's Diary, Part 2
The featherweight canine swayed back and forth like a delicate flower caught in a gust of wind. with a fury that belied his small size he kicked his legs and lashed his tail to protect his privates from my unwanted attention.
Medicinal Purposes
His grip on the cow-girl was comfortable, as if she were some mere featherweight creature in his arms. it wasn't something she was in any way used to. frankly, it was invigorating, and ever so slightly intimidating too.
Rain over the leaves
The wolf tossed him like if the warrior wolf was featherweight, then the darken dream creature smiled as shiro was trying to get up. the black wolf quickly kicked shiro's chest, making him turn and lay on face-up over the floor.