Carry WeightKarkat looked at himself in the mirror of some apartment he'd gotten with his matesprit, or boyfriend, both. Human terms were stupid to him. Still he stared in discontent at himself as he stepped out the shower; same grey skin, same black hair, his eyes had shifted more to his blood color in his maturity, but his stomach. He'd had nice amount of muscle by the end of the game, he was lean and taught but now a layer of pudge grew over that muscle. One claw poked at his stomach and he swore to gog that the next time he even looked at a human dessert he'd throw it out the window.Carry Weight4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Karkles I'm home!~" Karkat almost winced when he heard Gamzee's voice, every time he used that tone he'd brought home something from work.
The fucking bakery and he brought something home.
Every. Fucking. DAY.
"Trash it! I mean now Makara!" The Cancer yelled, Gamzee chuckled and set the pie on the counter.
"Come on, I made this new recipe you have to try it."
The aroma of fresh, sweet baked goods filled the
Kyman- SilencePrologueKyman- Silence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's really hard for me to not cry right now.
On this cold, bitter January morning where I was losing my best friend and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Believe me, I could kick and scream and beat some sense into him until he was black and blue, but what use would that be?
I can see the hurt in his eyes, as he walks over to me to say our goodbyes. If this was a normal day, I'd still be sleeping, but I haven't slept at all. I wasn't even supposed to come and see him leave, but I felt like I had to. I look terrible, petrified and miserable. My eyes are still unashamedly swollen from the tears I had cried hours ago. Stan didn't mind me coming over, his parents didn't either, since it was another set of hands to help with the last minute packing.
But Stan was glad for a different reason, I always notice the spring in his step, the way the air seems to carry his words carelessly. You could call me a fag for getting wound so tight about this. But it's Stan a
PrUK- Our StoryI've been in love with Arthur ever since I was in my senior year. I got self-conscious around him, and I felt a bit protective around him. At first I thought that maybe I just developed an older brother complex around him, but I felt like I wanted to do things with him that I wouldn't even think about doing with my younger bruder. Was it normal to get hard when you're around one of your best friends? I talked about it to Francis but I didn't tell him that it was Arthur- and he said that I might be in love with him.PrUK- Our Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, with that piece of information, I made it my goal to make him mine. However, it's easier said than done. You see, I might have had some competition for Arthur. Not only did he have that really annoying American, he was also rumoured to be going out with Kiku. Although he usually denies those rumours, you can never be too sure.
So, in order to win his heart over any of the other buffoons who even think for a split second that they were a match for the awesome me, I
Recollections (mxm, fat, dragontaur, fluff)(Warning, contains imagery of an extremely fat male dragontaur and his partner, along with a focus on bellies)Recollections (mxm, fat, dragontaur, fluff)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Drayce looked down at himself, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride, among other things. As a dragon, he was gifted with a number of things, all of them equally as grand as his status as the king of species. (Or so he would proclaim) Be it mighty wings to soar across the sky, long fangs and claws to tear through flesh, the ability to take a humanoid “taur” form, or even just a long and thick tail with which to whip down opponents, he truly viewed himself as elite, even among his own kind. With a hoard of treasure and greed almost as big as his appetite, Drayce really did have everything.
…Of course, that didn’t mean that having everything hadn’t exactly taken a toll on his body. While his frame had always been rather robust, he was a large dragon of course, his decades of overeating had become more and more evident as
HousecatNiels let out a deep breath, pressing the wooden door closed behind him.Housecat10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shuffling across the velvet-lined floor of his private study, the same study that had provided him with so many days of quiet comfort, he soon found himself sinking into his favorite chair. He pulled a thick tome off of his desk, "Claritser's Guide to Cleverly Keeping up with your Catboy: a beginner's manual to the careful health management of your new best friend, and tips on how to make your bond grow stronger." and set it in his lap.
He thumbed through the pages, stopping at chapter four: Weight Management. His light-blue eyes scanned the text, looking for anything he might have missed, though the repeated knowledge quickly turned his mind to a different thought-train altogether.
There wasn't anything in this book that he hadn't read and re-read, sometimes staying up all night just to pull a bit or two of new information from it, though he still felt he must have been doing something wrong. Sure, he was healthy
Plump Pups: National Doughnut DayPlump Pups: National Doughnut Day1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: These characters are not anthropomorphic, even in spite of sometimes being referred to as the dog they are meant to represent, they are simply human girls with some dog-like features (like ears and tail) and personality traits.
"Happy doughnut day!"
Margery's little Pom tail waggled back and forth as she placed a stack of boxes onto the kitchen table. Glory, her younger adopted sister, eyed the containers cautiously, but she was even more confused by the Pomeranian's words.
"Happy doughnut day? What the hell are you talking about?" The Doberman asked. She reached out and popped open one of the boxes, revealing two rows of delicious, saliva-inducing doughnuts, six in each row, ranging from plain to glazed to white cream with sprinkles. She assumed that the other three boxes in the stack carried similar items. Margery wore a smile that carried far more pride than it probably should have, for something she boasted yet she played no actual part in.
"Yeah, it's National Doughnut Day
Salty Kisses Ch.8Salty Kisses Ch.84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter Eight: Garbage
When I was younger I fancied myself a superhero.
I wanted nothing more than to be the next Superman. In my youth, I poured over comic books. I read everything from Superman to Plastic Man. I voraciously consumed Spiderman and The Incredible Hulk. I even read Aquaman for fuck's sake. Ordinary men granted magnificent powers by chance, abilities beyond the comprehension of mere mortal. Wondrous gifts given to a blessed few, setting them apart from the meandering masses of sheeple wandering the streets like the worthless wastes of skin they are. Superheroes are superior for a reason.
I wanted that.
So I created an alter-ego. I wanted power and prestige and I would have it. I looked into the mirror and finally felt as if I was special. I was worth something. People love heroes. I had never felt the adoration of others and I wanted nothing more than to experience the thrilling sensation of being basked in the warm affections of the doting public. I wanted it to
Alfred Makes a FriendWarnings: Mentioned weight gain, the r-word and other ablest language, a boy discovers some kinks he likes (kind of)Alfred Makes a Friend2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred F. Jones is not, was not, has never been and never will be a hero. Heroes save people. They don't run head-first into danger without fear just to have the person they're saving die on them.
Alfred couldn't even save a child.
Maybe he should have known, when the kid did a belly-flop off the bridge and into the raging river below, that all hope was lost. Neither of them could swim very well (they were 10, and lived in a pretty land-locked place with summer passes to pools far too expensive to be worth it), yet Al dove in right after him, giving into the constantly persistent urge to help.
How was he to know the cut on the boy's head was too deep to fix, or the struggling of the body was not a panicked attempt at escape, but the river trying to reclaim what rightfully belonged
Wartime Letters - 13 June - 1 July, 194413 June 1944Wartime Letters - 13 June - 1 July, 19443 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's been almost a month since I sent my last letter and I am getting kind of worried, you usually would have replied by now.
Write me back.
1 July 1944
Where are you? Are you okay? Did something happen and you can't write for some reason? Oh God, the silence is killing me Alfred! I have these horrible thoughts and ideas that something has happened to you. Please, darling, I'm imploring you. Write me back! Anything. Just let me know you are okay! A mere word will work miracles on my nerves, please Alfred!
Flutter ButterPrancing over to Rarity’s boutique, Fluttershy hummed a joyous tune on her way there. Delighted on this beautiful day, nothing joyed her more than spending afternoons with her best friend. Though Rarity didn’t specify why she wanted her to come over, she seemed quite adamant about her being present. During their lunch yesterday, she could see a fiery glance in her friend’s eyes the likes of which she only knew when Rarity was engaged in some form of competition with another pony. It triggered her more gluttonous side as she ate more donuts with her tea than usual for comfort; well, more than she already ate to keep her chubby figure. It got awkward at times seeing her stuff her face, but so long as it made her happy and calmed her down, she accepted it. Likewise, her presence would surely brighten her friend’s spirits and do away with her unprevailing woe.Flutter Butter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To her surprise however she noticed the front door was open, something she didn’t do too ofte
USUK-Some gay thing idk"I think it's time for a new shirt, dude," Alfred said to his boyfriend, who had just barely matched the buttons of one of his favorite shirts over his hopelessly bloated stomach. Miraculously, the buttons hadn't popped, but his belly pressed tight up against it, sitting on his thighs. It looked somewhat painful, the buttons hanging on by their last threads, his belly bulging out of the gaps between the fasteners.USUK-Some gay thing idk8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur looked down at his stomach, groaning a little, both from exasperation and pain. "This is your fault, you know. Always making me so much breakfast, and you make it so well that I can't help eating it all. You knew this was bound to happen to me." He leaned back, the shift in pressure finally causing the three buttons right over the widest part of his stomach to pop off, flying across the room. Arthur sighed with relief now that he didn't feel quite so constrained. "But yes, I agree. I'll need a new shirt."
Alfred nodded, rifling through his clothes and pulling out a big
Spain X Reader Churros (Name) was walking through town on a breezy, summer day with her friend and crush, Antonio. It was one of those days where the world felt perfect; happy people and peace. Like nothing could go wrong.Spain X Reader Churros3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Chica, it's a beautiful day, si?" asked the brunette.
"Yes," she answered, her (h/c) locks blowing in the breeze, "It's beautiful, Toni."
"Not as beautiful as you, mi querida." he replied flirtatiously, his dashing emerald green eyes playful.
He always did this. The Spainard flirted with any girl, it was kind of disappointing. It hurt sometimes, but she had learned to brush it off.
They both walked along, (Name)'s (e/c) orbs taking everything they saw. Trees, flowers, people. Then a voice cut in,
"Look, (Name), it's a churros stand!" exclaimed Antonio. "Let's get something to eat while we walk."
He rushed over
Fate's Compensation || Spain EndingFate's Compensation || Spain Ending3 years ago in Romance More Like This
~~~*A Few Weeks Later*~~~
After that night life seemed to drag on as normal. Things started to get better. You could look at the boys and they could look at you without there being an awkward moment. There were quick glances in each other’s direction and small conversations during work without the slightest bit of tension. Together with friends you would go out to a movie or coffee and just talk and laugh and enjoy life. The problem of who you would end up with faded into the back of your mind for a while. It was like they say, ‘Ignorance is bliss’.
Reality always had a way of slamming itself back into your face. It can this time in the form of a simple question:
“Hey _____... Would you go to a movie with me?”
The question was mumbled from the lips of a young Spanish man in an apron. As everything – the awkwardness, the tension, the problems – came screeching back into your mind you nearly recoiled. For a moment you s
Gowadera x YabamotoGowadera x Yabamoto6 years ago in Drama More Like This
Gowadera x Yabamoto, sayd lurv storie
Teh sun wusnt shyning so et was a vuary sad dey. Yabamoto Tukekashi was smieling enywaysd cuz he hed his lurv Gowadera Hayoya hoo was sleeoiping en his lep. But sumting was boithering him.
"Hoyayo!!", Takushi hsakes Hatayo awayk.
"Wuht is et? I wus heving may breuatey rast!", Hoyoya whespared lawdly.
Tasheku wus smayling cos he thinked tath he wus bruasetifol aineywey.
"I wes jost thinkain we shud spaiz up our realautationchip."
Hotoya thinkt deir ralationonship wus alredey spaizey enav butt he egred too lizzen to his lurver.
"Der iz yust one proplam... I maight be preggars... fruwm a beisboll", seyd Tukushaki to Hotayo and Hioyota fround.
"YU WANT ME TOO DO AROTIC THINKS TO JOO EVAN THO YUR PREYGARS?!", yalled teh selvar heyred teen, cuz he found tihs inaproipiaet and vent hayking in teh parc.
Weight TrainingCiel frowned cautiously up at the large concoction that was bubbling on the stove. Immortality had not been kind to him. A man well over a hundred years forced into the body of a young child. The small demon looked from the pot to his significantly taller mate and reached to loop their arms in an almost vulnerable gesture.Weight Training4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Sebastian," Despite his body language, his tone was very commanding. "What the hell is that?"
The eternal servant just smirked as he stirred the extremely brown contents within the pot. "This is your snack." He teased, "Butter mixed with chocolate syrup."
The description made Ciel's stomach twist nervously. The comes a point in a young demon's life where immortality finally sinks in and they realize they can do just about anything in an unlimited amount of time. Today, Ciel was experimenting with his body. "And you're sure this is reversable?"
"With time, yes." The older demon assured, ruffling his soft hair. The boy only frowned as he thought about it, f
AmericaxReader: Daddy is a Hero [Mother's Day]You and Alfred were dating for nearly a year. You were happy with the life the two of you had with your daughter Sophie. But sadly lately things between the two of you were getting rough. For some strange reason he was always too busy to spent time with you. His career was extremely busy but he still made time everyday for Sophie which was the only reason you didn’t complain.AmericaxReader: Daddy is a Hero [Mother's Day]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Today you were lying across your sofa staring at the giant flat screen television in your penthouse apartment. Alfred took Sophie out for ice cream nearly two hours ago and they still didn’t make it back. You knew that he was probably at a toy store letting Sophie pick out every toy she wanted. Even though you told him not to spoil her so much, you didn’t want your daughter to grow up acting like the wild and stuck up rich people you would see on the news.
While you flipped through the channels the front door opened. You sat up seeing
Guilty Pleasures - SSBBWSighing contently as she sat upon her bed, chewing on a chocolate bar, Agatha allowed her free hand to rub over her stomach as she smiled, gazing down upon herself. She was totally enamored with her new look, so different to the norm yet in her eyes so beautiful. For the past while she'd allowed herself to indulge in excess and certainly, she had loved every minute of it. Superfluous, stout, swollen, these were words she'd used to describe herself yet not a single one had ever quite had the desired sound to it she'd been looking for. But finding the right words could wait - for now, simply staying here and experiencing it for herself was more than enough for her. But of course, she wasn't so easily sated - soon, she'd be desiring more all over again.Guilty Pleasures - SSBBW5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Surrounding the bed were tables and trays covered in stained plates and crumbs. Cans that had been filled with drinks littered the carpeted floor of the room, but failed to stain the light blue by virtue of having been emptied of their con
Fate's Compensation || Lavino EndingFate's Compensation || Lavino Ending3 years ago in Romance More Like This
~~~*Few Months Later*~~~
Things had fallen back into their usual, non-awkward places and life went on. The restaurant seemed as busy as ever and it appeared to be high time they hired a couple more hands. Shockingly it wasn’t long before they got their first applicant. To Lovino’s dismay it was his little brother Feliciano. The two brothers got along less than Antonio and Lovino did. Lovino was constantly putting Feli down, insulting him and overall being a complete jerk. When you brought up the fact to Antonio he shook his head and looked at you seriously.
“Don’t get involved,” he told you. “Just don’t.”
So you did not.
Sadly that was the only one who bothered to show up. No matter how long you had the ‘Now Hiring’ sign out front, no one would apply. Still life at the restaurant remained as normal as it had been. Customers came and went, people laughed, some cried and others grumbled about a long day
RussiaxReaderRussiaxReader4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
-note: forgive my southernness coming out
If there was one thing Ivan knew about his friend (name), it was that she was NOT scared of his sister,
Natalia. It was an odd thing to watch his good friend - and secret crush (name) fight head-to-head with
his younger sister Natalia. Natalia would let (name) spend time with her brother IF (name) could beat
her in a fight, it showed Natalia that Ivan meant a lot to (name) if she would fight at the beginning of her
visits with the Russian.
"HA! Is that all you got?!" (name) yelled at Natalia as she threw the obsessive sister into a tree. Oh yes,
they were fighting outside in the middle of a snow storm in front of Ivan's house. The Baltic trio thought
it was entertaining that the girls would fight; although Lithuania was worried about his love, Natalia,
while Estonia was worried about (name) because he felt she stopped a lot of Ivan's trendies to beat
them, and Latvia liked (name) because she was nice and not scary lik
SpainXReader Not your ordinary lady Part 2 Your friend's older brother had saved you. You let out a breath of relief, while maintaining a scowl on your face.SpainXReader Not your ordinary lady Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Someone's cross. Corset to tight or something?" he said, grinning.
"Actually, it is too tight, thank you very much."
"I saved you from Macken. Who else would?"
"Thank you for rescuing me. The dance is about to end. Let go."
"Wouldn't you be so kind to dance with me again?"
"No, now sod off, wanker." you snapped, not in the mood for his games.
"Tsk, tsk, (Name), you better watch that tongue of yours."
You sighed as he walked away. This ball had been incredibly horrid. No humorous pranks or accidents and definitely no potential "handsome" suitors. Searching for your mother, you walked briskly toward the exit. Finding her near the door to see some guests off, you rushed to her whispering in her ear,
"I'm dreadfully tired. I'll retire to my room now."
"Okay, dear. Good night."
Trying to run as fast as you could in the f
PrussiaxReader: Borrowing"Hey, ___!~ Do you have money?"PrussiaxReader: Borrowing4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You turned around slowly to the Prussian man with his usual smirk on his face, already holding out his hand waiting for the money. You frowned and gave him a glare.
"What, you forgot your wallet again? You've been asking me this every day now "
He gave you a puppy face, putting his hands together as if he were praying.
"Come on, pleeeeaaase? I pay you back anyways!"
You sigh as you look through your backpack finding your wallet.
"You know if you're going to ask me again, I'm going to charge interest!"
He grinned, laughing. You frowned and found your wallet and placed the money to his
"Thanks! I'll pay you back tomorrow!"
He didn't leave yet though. You sighed, wanting him to go away.
"What, you still need more money?"
He shook his head as he went closer to your ear, he whispered something.
"You know, stingy girls aren't cute you know?"
He laughed as he ran off with his money. You stood up from your chair shaking your fist
"Give me ba
Male!Belarus x Reader : ProtectiveYou opened the door quickly as the cold air blew your hair in your face and you clutched your coat a bit tighter.Male!Belarus x Reader : Protective3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Cold?" a hand wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close. You blush, letting the door to the pub slam, and push away from the warm body.
"Stop, Russia. You know I don't like you." You sigh, taking off your coat, revealing a short dress underneath, and walking to a table.
"How's it going babe?" a slithery voice rides your way and you giggle, hugging the person next to you.
"Good! and you, Prussia?"
"Alvays the vomanizer, oder?" Doitsu sighs, talking to the bouncy and hyper Italy.
"Veeeee˜ of course!" Italy squees.
You separate yourself from a blushing Prussia, and sit down next to England, who was chugging a large pepsi.
"*hic* wheresthat gitanyway?" England stumbles out, sounding a bit drunken.
"Uhh, Prussia? What's wrong with Iggy?" You look over to Prussia, questioning.
Prussia just shrugs.
"*hic* bloodyhell I think I'll lookforem..." *SLAM* face pla
Bacterial Contamination Prologue Chap 1 (reupload)Bacterial Contamination Prologue Chap 1 (reupload)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Be------ep! Be----ep! Be---ep!!
A groan echoed in the room as the alarm bell starting beeping furiously. A hazy hand emerged from under the sheet and pushed a button on the side of the small machine.
An other groan of relief rang as the loud beeps stopped. Moving from under the sheet, the blonde head of the sleepy man emerged, rubbing his eyes and scratching his thick eyebrows.
He stood up hazily and walked towards the furniture, pulling casual yet classy clothes out ofthe drawers. He dressed slowly, arranged the sheets as he could over his bed and went out of the bedroom towards a kitchen, repressing a deep yawn.
As he walked into the kitchen, a sweet scent of pastry and the stronger scent of fresh coffee made his eye snap awake and he rubbed his eyebrows once more.
_"Bonjour, Kirkland~" said a voice.
A man was standing in the kitchen, carefully pulling small croissants out of the oven. His long blond hair were tied in a wavy ponytail and
Seven minutes in heaven-2P! Germany"What's with all the doubles?! Lud's already been!" Alfred said, getting annoyed with the amount of doubles people seemed to have. You looked at the cross in your hand. It was covered in a thin layer of grime and had deep scratches on it, it was so unlike Ludwig to let something get this dirty. You felt a heavy presence behind you and turned round, freezing as you caught gazes with the german giant.Seven minutes in heaven-2P! Germany3 years ago in Romance More Like This
His violet eyes bore into you, before looking at his necklace. His platinum blond hair was spiked up a little and he had a rather large scar running across his cheek. He wore a greyish cream muscle shirt and baggy navy jeans which sat on his hips, showing the elastic of his underwear. He wore big, black boots and had a brown trench coat hanging off his shoulders. He had startlingly pale skin for someone of his build. You'd think all that training outside would've given him quite bronzed skin, but no. His right arm had three large scars, like he'd been in a fight with some form of animal. Yo