Banana Ice Cream CH 3"Wh-what are you talking about? Len he doesn't he couldn't "Banana Ice Cream CH 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Face the facts, Kaito. Why do you think his unconscious self keeps calling you 'Kaito-kun'? Does he use that honorific on Gakupo, too?"
"N-no, but I mean, how do you know? Has he ever told you that?" Kaito struggled to counter.
"No " Rin admitted. "But it's pretty obvious. It's always Kaito this and Kaito that. And now this "
Kaito sighed, accepting the facts. "Why are you telling me this anyway?" he asked, knowing perfectly well why she had told him.
Rin sighed as well. Kaito was being so slow. "That's why we keep apologizing. Because we know that you feel the same way about him."
"I-I do not!" Kaito objected.
Rin didn't reply, and Kaito imagined her rolling her eyes.
"O-okay, well maybe I do if only a little " Kaito mumbled.
"I'm coming home." Rin said, changing the subject, much to Kaito's relief. "Gumi and I are getting on a plane in a few hours, so we should be hom
The Honey Vessel 2The Honey Vessel 2The Honey Vessel 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Male Weight Gain, Belly Stuffing, Force Feeding
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A Combee nest was always a sight to behold. They were tall, beautiful amber structures that shimmered in gold. Though they looked indestructible, years can take their toll and the amber eventually starts to break down. This was the current situation of this particular Combee nest.
The queen of the hive, Vespiquen, took charge of the situation and had ordered her subjects to find a new location to live and begin building a fresh hive from the bottom up. It was looking really good so far and it would be livable within a few more weeks. Of course, this brought about the problem of what to do with their stored honey in the old hive.
Combee and Vespiquen have a somewhat dark ritual that they perform to move their sweet honey that few know about. That's because it is an extremely rare occasion that doesn't happen that often. Vespiquen orders Combee
The Honey Vessel 1The Honey Vessel 1The Honey Vessel 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Male Weight Gain, Belly Stuffing, Force Feeding
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He awoke in a daze not knowing where he was. His brown eyes opened slowly to see amber all around him and his nose caught an intoxicating sweet scent.
"Hmm Where am I ?" he asked himself.
But then he was able to find his surroundings a bit familiar. Though not the same one, it would seem he had been taken to a Combee nest. He was once inside a different one at the beginning of his journey through Sinnoh when he helped Cheryl find the enchanted honey.
"How in the world did I get here ?"
The raven-haired boy attempted to move his arms and legs when he noticed he was stuck. He got a better look at what was keeping him from moving and gasped. A thick, waxy substance had his arms and legs essentially glued on to the wall of the hive. It covered his legs up to the knees while it covered his arms up to the elbows. His fee
Banana Ice Cream CH 2"K-Kaito? " Len asked after the blue haired boy had left for the kitchen. "Where where are "Banana Ice Cream CH 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's fine." Gakupo reassured. "He'll be back in a few minutes."
Len stiffened, finally cracking open an eye, albeit one clouded and unfocused. "You promise? "
Gakupo couldn't help but chuckle at how clingy and restless Len had become during his illness. "Yes, I promise."
"G-good." Len managed to spout through another bout of coughs.
"Water?" Gakupo offered, holding out the bottle he'd brought with him.
Len opened his other eye and struggled to focus on the bottle, but to no avail. "Y-yes please." He said after a few moments.
Gakupo handed him the bottle with another small chuckle. "No need to be so formal."
"Sorry " Len murmured, struggling with the bottle for several moments before laying it down next to him on the bed to cough some more.
Gakupo lifted the bottle. "Here. Let me." He said, opening it and holding it to Len's lips. When the boy had taken a few sma
Jack x Michael WGI hate discos.Jack x Michael WG5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hate everything about 'em the flashing lights, the mindless 'meeting sprees' and the crap music.
I don't know what I'm doing here. I could be at home, doing nothing.
This dark room is so crowded; it's hot and sweaty. I can't breathe. Maybe if I was with someone I wouldn't feel so irritated. Maybe if I wasn't huddled over my phone, seated at the smallest table at the back of the club and instead had joined my friends on the dance floor I might be enjoying myself more. Though they look like retards, the lot of 'em.
I hate this song. I've hated every song so far. Instinctively, I bring my ipod to the highest possible volume but not even A Toute Le Monde can block out the ridiculous repetitive electric beats.
And I can't go home either. Fucking Richard's Dad is picking us up at twelve and they don't actually let anyone out until they're assured their lift is at the door. This is a shit club.
"I'm debating murdering you in my sleep with a machete," I inform Tony, as
UntitledWarning: Contains male weight gain (kinda) and some boy on boy action. It may also require some suspension of disbelief.Untitled5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There's a moment when you know. There's that one moment of realization, that sharp sudden jolt of reality. Dustin couldn't believe how long it had taken for that moment to come, because now that he had realized, now that he knew, he couldn't believe he had ever missed it.
For Dustin, the moment hadn't come during his first semester of college, though that was when it had all began. It hadn't come the second either. The moment hadn't come at all until now, as he stood frozen in a stall of the deserted men's bathroom, staring, half horrified half transfixed. The moment hadn't come during one of those long evenings in the cafeteria, nor during one of those hot showers in the community bathroom. It hadn't come when his abs faded. It hadn't come when he'd outgrown the first pair of jeans, or the second, or even the third. It hadn't come when
Time To QuitTime To QuitTime To Quit5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Francis later considered everything that happened, he realized that most of what happened with his lover started with him. If he hadn't been so adamant and stubborn, nothing would have changed. Or at least not changed so ridiculously drastically. Still, even considering that, he couldn't regret what had gone on, or the results of it. It all started on New Years day...
"I want you to stop smoking."
Francis was wearing an apron as he prepared some cookies for his business. His arms crossed over his chest as he looked over at his lover, Dean, who was sitting on the couch. He was an attractive guy, and Francis was glad he had gotten such a catch. Tall, thin, and tan with shaggy blond hair and clear blue eyes, he had the type of face people would kill for. They didn't match very well at all, because Francis was the exact opposite. He was average-height, wore glasses over his dark hazel eyes, with short brown hair and pale skin. Yet somehow being complete opposites worked f
Feeding RomanFeeding Roman8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
There he was again, Devan's RA at the dormitory that year, strolling lazily down the hall. It was the night of the third day of classes and everyone had pretty much begun to settle into what would become their routines for the next few months.
As for his RA, he seemed like a decent guy. He was friendly and had a good sense of humor. He seemed a tad jaded in his views of humanity, but not enough to be irritating. It lent to his personality the perfect amount of humorous sarcasm and wit. Devan could tell he was smart, but probably not extremely so in the book sense. From the little chances he had to converse with him, he seemed to be very cunning and witty. He also had the room across the hall, and Devan had been dreading coming back to school that semester to find the RA would be some tight ass who hated loud music and any form of social interaction.
Luckily, he got Roman. He wasn't a bad looking guy either. He had light brown hair that was borderline dusty blonde, medium-length that fe
We're All Looking For Alaska.never self-destruct:We're All Looking For Alaska.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
awful things are survivable.
we are indestructible.
we are in v i n c ible.
never be hopeless
never be broken.
we are in v i n c ible.
cannot be born.
She forgives me.
I forgive her.
Growing Up - TGLeslie pouted as he collapsed to the floor, circling a finger in the carpet as he scowled at the ground. He continued the effort, picking up pace until the rug burned against his finger, wincing as it scraped against his flesh. He pressed it into his mouth, sucking down on it and blushing a sudden heat lit up a groan, making him spit it out with a gasp.Growing Up - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's wrong, hun?" asked his father, bending down as Leslie resumed his glare. The father backed up beneath it, wiping brown hair from his eyes and blinking in surprise at the ferocious onslaught.
"I look like a bloody five year old!" pouted the boy, his childish expression making comedy of his anger. "I'm eighteen! I'm graduating high school! I shouldn't like like some elementary school reject with a penis too tiny to see!"
"Is that what's bugging you?" sighed his father, shaking his head a little. "You're perfectly normal for a boy of your age and gender as I keep telling you "
Leslie snorted, glaring up. "Like I'm
Remembering the boyRemembering the boy10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through these teary eyes,
I see misty eyes looking back at me,
needing more then I can give.
Heaven knows where I belong.
I'll pack my bags tonight,
take the early flight.
Time to leave,
or I'll surly die,
get on the train,
in the pouring rain,
Say farewell ,
lets not say goodbye.
Each beat from my heart,
pulls us feather apart,
Now I'm lost,
feeling lonely in the dark.
Have a glass of wine,
just for old times,
remembering the boy,
I left behind.
I miss him now,
in my darkest hour,
just the way,
that we lay.
Let the breeze lift me,
carry me across the sea,
across the land,
in his arms,
that's where I belong.
Let us have a toast,
lets make the most,
Sip this blood red wine.
Unknown GenderI will never know who I am.Unknown Gender5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Emotions are a terrible thing.
Your mind, is there to work against you.
There are days...
I feel more like a man than a woman.
Although, I am not transgender.
I embrace being a woman.
At the same time... I wish I could be one or the other.
I wish I was a beautiful feminine girl, or just a boy.
Even if I were a guy...
I'd want to be a little feminine.
With a dick, and I'd dress up like I have tits.
I hate feeling like this.
It makes me hate myself.
I'll never be happy, the way I am.
Blonde hair, Brown hair.
Short or long...
Piercings or a tattoo.
Bra's or bonding.
Man or Woman.
I want to be a girl, a pretty one.
I'd like to be beautiful, with all the guys chasing after me.
Turning them down would be oh so fun.
Or even a guy,
I'd be hott and incredibly sweet.
Each of my lovers would be treated with the most respect.
When in life, will I know what's wrong?
How can I know... what would make me happy?
How do I go about being both?
Darkness in the darkReborn of the black ashes,Darkness in the dark9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A voice sings in the dark:
Sweet is the voice,
And great are its promises.
But within it truly is darkness.
Under the lie
Lies the truth.
It wants to give nothing,
Yet take all.
The Ultimate Furry HandbookThe Ultimate Furry HandbookThe Ultimate Furry Handbook4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Section 1: So You Wanna Go Furry?
Do you have a face full of pimples, hidden coyly behind oceans upon oceans of rippling rolls of fat? Are you scrawny and malnourished-looking? Perfectly normal looking but have the social comprehension of a fridge? Have an exceptionally unhealthy work/life balance?
There's hope for you yet.
On the internet, you can be whoever you want to be, and sometimes you just want to be a hilariously endowed, sexually ambiguous black-and-red wolf named "Raven Bloodmoon".
Section 2: What Does Your Fursona Say About You?
I am completely unimaginative. I decided that a cat represents me because one day I looked over and saw my cat laying around and thought: "Man, that cat has a good life. All he does is eat and sleep and get cuddles and look adorable while doing it." And then I was like, "Wait a minute, all I do is eat and sleep and wish I could get cuddles".
Oh DrowBecause of lack of volunteers, I grabbed a few drow and put them in the front of the dragon with huge fire power. And because drow are exlusive RPG characters with the level of 20000000 (yea, they actually have TOGETHER one point of experience but who really cares?) they are plotting how to fight dragon without to much pain.Oh Drow3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
PART ONE. WE SEE THE DRAGON. LET'S RUN.
Quarrice: I suppose to shut myself up but do you see what I see? Right now? Before our shameless experienced faces?
Falang: This is dragon. Bigger than our ego. Do you think Ramsay is so cruel and order us to fight him? If yes, I am not Falang and I am running. Do you see? Running. I am drow but I am running. Hey, is someone listen to me?
Hilli: Ramsay, dear, can you give us somebody to help? Maybe we are powerful in our minds and in your glorious stories about us but you have put us here without weapons, without any defence items and even without spells!
Ramsay: If we are talking about spells! YEAH! I will give you somebody
He knows it for sure ... *spain x reader*It's been long time since you've had a serious talk with Antonio. For what reason? You don't desire to hinder yourself with the memories. You can't even remember the last time you gave him a genuine smile, and not a sarcastic one; you just gave him all the fakes and hid your true feelings inside.He knows it for sure ... *spain x reader*3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Does he know?
Of course Antonio knows. He's often seen as an optimistic soul, who can't read the atmosphere, but he can definitely feel it.
He can also sense, when you smile so beautifully to others but not to him, that something is wrong. When he talks to you, you reply in a sarcastic, sour way. He knows that something is very wrong. He knows why you act in such a way. It was his own fault, he can admit to himself. Francis and Gilbert, his two best friends, know why as well.
It was something to do with the past you two shared.
You two were best friends since you-dont-know-when, but it was shattered into miniscule shards when this girl came in to your lives and ruined what you
Feathers for Falkner- chapter 68Feathers for Falkner- chapter 683 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stumbled home about six in the morning, after a night of miserable fighting and dead bloody bodies and radio waves scorching the minds of wild pokemon across the city. I was exhausted; I was bruised and bloodybe it mine or someone else's bloodand my poor birds were completely knocked out. I had just dropped Pride and Jake off at the pokemon center, because their conditions were far too bad for me to handle myself, and now I was meagerly reaching a phone intending to call Morty and tell him to get his ass over here for some serious cuddle time before I go crazy and lose my fucking mind. I didn't even let Zephyr out of his pokeball because there was no one else in the world I wanted right now but Morty.
Gold, Silver, and I had beaten Team Rocket today and taken back the Radio Tower. The people of Goldenrod had come out to welcome the "heros" of the nation, though Gold was their main target because he had been the focus for some time now. Gold and Silver were showe
Sonic - 'Run Away'Run AwaySonic - 'Run Away'11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm not certain if any of you really know what it's like, to be considered important in someone's life. To be respected, just for living. The whole concept of popularity, just for the fleeting moment, you are considered 'A Hero.'
Traveling along, doing what you normally do best… Your daily life suddenly becomes the very thing that drives peoples' interest. You put your best face forward, facing them around every corner, as they always seem to be waiting. Running away from the faces, to try and find someplace new where nobody knows you. You end up running right back into the ever-judging eyes of your fans.
Heh, sure. It may sound silly at first. A Hero trying to run away from his adoring public. Wherever you go, people recognize you. Scrutinizing every little thing you do. You're well known, and everyone knows it. They think they know who you are, how you act and they expect that when they see you. Finally, when you think you've found a small bit of peace, someone points
1 Way To Confess Your Love1 Way To Confess Your Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone would think this night would be a normal night. Probably because it was a normal night. But for Judai Yuki and Johan Anderson, it would be a night that would turn out to be the greatest night of their lives. Judai had asked Johan if he could go over to his dorm room and watch something with him so he wouldn't be so bored.
"Judai, do you ever stop being bored?"
"Should've known you would say that."
Judai sat down on the sofa next to Johan. Johan grabbed his remote and pushed the power button.
"Warning. The deaths portrayed in this show are real and extremly graphic. Names have been changed to protect the identity of the deceased. Do not attempt to try any of the actions depicted."
Seems interesting thought Judai.
"You will die."
At that, Judai suddenly gulped and is eyes went wide. "Um, Johan?"
"How about we just watch a movie or something instead?"
"Why? This is one of my favorite shows." Johan paused for a second and noticed the horrified look on Judai's
Suprise Suprise Chazz - RivalShipping“YOU SLACKER!!!” Chazz yelled at the top of his lungs. Flailing his arms about as he watched Jaden, his friend and so called companion, take Chazz’s whole deck and tease him about dropping them into the ocean.Suprise Suprise Chazz - RivalShipping2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I SWEAR IM GOING TO KILL YOU!”
“What? I can’t hear you Chazz! Guess you’re going to have to come down here and duel me!” Jaden called teasingly, waving the deck of cards around.
Chazz glared deeply before he stomped to Jaden snatching the cards back. “No, no duel you slacker. It’s 3 in the morning. I need sleep.” He turned to walk off but was suddently snatched by Jaden’s hands spinning him around.
“Oh come on man! One duel! One duel till one of us wins or one of us falls asleep!”
Chazz growled lowly then sighed. “fine. ONE duel. Got it?” Jaden nodded in excitement and walked off to bring distance between them grinning soon calling ou
Yu-Gi-Oh - A Friend is All I Long For - Chapter 1A Friend is All I Long For (Chapter 1)Yu-Gi-Oh - A Friend is All I Long For - Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfiction
Ryou Bakura found himself strolling through the woods, the light breeze causing his near-white hair to flow gracefully behind him. He was deep in thought, only aware of where he put his feet. Absent-mindedly, Bakura felt the Millenium Ring that rested on a string about his neck, its cone shaped spikes digging into his flesh. The spirit that inhabited the Millenium Item made it impossible for Bakura to remove them. The spikes sometimes caused him pain, but Bakura was, for the most part, used to it now.
Sighing to himself, Bakura said, "I do wish I could just have a normal life." he'd moved for the fifth time only a few days ago. Strange things happened wherever he went it seemed, and he couldn't stay in one place for too long. Because of this, Bakura had no friends, and he often found himself alone.
'So you wish for me to be gone, do you, Ryou?' The spirit's, Yami Bakura'
Taxi ServicePairing: Bakura/Ryou if you squintTaxi Service3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Warning/Disclaimer: A tiny bit of swearing and gore. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it is that owns it, but the plot is mine. Also, Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
Through months of rigorous experimentation, Ryou discovered that his biggest pet peeve was people knocking on the door of his apartment at three in the morning.
Actually, no. His biggest pet peeve was people knocking on the door of his apartment at three in the morning and saying, "Does this belong to you? I found him at insert-bizarre-location-here."
Ryou often thought that if he wasn't such a nice guy, he would really get into the habit of slamming doors in people's faces.
This time, however, it was closer to two. And no one knocked. Ryou was jolted awake by the jarring sound of his phone vibrating against the wooden nightstand where he put it. The screen read Private Number, but Ryou knew there was only one person who would call him this lateor early, depending on how
the realmsometimes I'm caught in this REALMthe realm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's a realm of privacy, but restlessness
I fade away from the world of action
and into this slow, transparent feeling
the bridge between my thoughts and my actions
the longer I stay.
It makes me itchy.
I itch for something to focus on
but my brain feels like a piece of tape
that's already been stuck to too many things
and falls off of everything I encounter.
I itch for somewhere to go
something new to do,
but everything that doesn't require crossing that ever-expanding bridge
has already been done,
already been explored.
I keep fading,
remembering that I used to have goals I could work on,
but where'd they go?
They're across the bridge too; I can see their silhouettes
but I can't quite make them out.
They mock me.
They dance and sparkle in the light of that lively realm; some yell at me
for standing them up,
their words contorting over the shadowy chasm between us,
turning into whispers of hypocrite
and each o