Banana Ice Cream CH 3"Wh-what are you talking about? Len he doesn't he couldn't "Banana Ice Cream CH 34 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
Jack x Michael WGI hate discos.Jack x Michael WG4 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
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 24 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
The Honey Vessel 2The Honey Vessel 2The Honey Vessel 23 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 13 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
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 Quit4 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
You Must Be This Size To Be A Woman.Note: This has been update to address the thoughtful comments left on the original rant.You Must Be This Size To Be A Woman.2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
"She looks well fed," "Nice thighs," "She needs a sandwich." "A real woman, not like those skin and bone types," "EWWW." "I wish they would stop giving DD to these skinny women."
On comments for artistic nudes:
1) Artistic Models are not High Fashion Models.
Yes, anorexia, bulimia, and body dysmorphia disorders are real issues often seen in fashion modeling, but most of the art models you see around DA are just regular people who agree to model for their photographer friend. Anorexia, bulimia, and body dysmorphia disorders are not inherently visible diseases. People with all body types experience these horrible disorders.
An explanation given for these comments is often, “I’m just trying to help,” but think about this: Most people know a naturally thin but healthy person. (For me, that’s my sister.) Imagine you are that person, and you are c
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.
Remembering the boyRemembering the boy9 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.
GrammarWe're not "Grammar Nazi's"...Grammar6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We are English Aesthetics Enthusiats.
The Ultimate Furry HandbookThe Ultimate Furry HandbookThe Ultimate Furry Handbook3 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".
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
N RAGEDN RAGED11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was blind so I carved my eyes out with a dull spoon.
Then I adorned my empty soul sockets with red roses.
The warm blood trickles down my sad white doll face and onto
my lovely white dress.
Soiled with semen and tattered by ticks.
I forever question the purity of my sinful innocents. Only once again to be reminded of my own pathetic existence.
And now, slowly my sanity begins to be washed away
by the raging storms that molest the broken hour glass;
for which it rest within my hollow breast never counting time.
For indeed, with one quick turn of the door with no handles
I will open the opened Pandora's box into the chained angel's cage, Lucifer,
and he will rape me of my perverseness
and send me on a realm of continuous orgasm.
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?
sexlessi've never seen you like thissexless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
empty and bare
your eyes the color of smoke
darkening everything you see
almost a signature
joy nor laughter
do i believe all
things go wrong
i'm not feeling happy
the sun is making it tough
to be vengeful
i've not had sex in four months
makes me feel deaf, blind, maybe i have cancer
for making me suffer
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*2 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
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 - RivalShipping1 year 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
Ryou Bakura's AdviceDrink teaRyou Bakura's Advice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to heal the soul
to work out the body
to tell everyone about it
Homework Is Enough To Drive Anyone InsaneIt had been a long, exhausting week for the Bakuras.Homework Is Enough To Drive Anyone Insane3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ryou had been busy with school every night, all night.
White Mage tried to help his master the best he could...
Of course, he was a pawn, and didn't exactly know very much about the real world, other than what he knew from experience.
So he wasn't very much assistance.
Other than making his master a sandwich.
The only thing Thief King knew about homework was that it was evil.
And not his kind of evil.
You know something is evil when not even the King of Thieves wants to look at it.
So he didn't even want to touch that stuff.
"Landlord. ...You're not still working on that, are you?" Yami just had to ask, after the third day of science homework.
"No," Ryou shook his head, plopping another aspirin into his mouth, "This is another project."
The darkness muttered, going off to the game room and his host went back to stressing over the never-ending work.
Thursday wasn't much different.
That day, White Mage had managed to
Stary NightStary Night2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: Het for those Het Haters. Genderbending. I guess that's it.
Note: Yes, Juudai's gonna be a female in this one. As much as I love to see Spiritshipping as equals, I see Juudai more of a female then Johan. Sorry. It's what I'm use to, plus you see uke Juudai everywhere. Uke Johan's starting to get more popular. So, yeah... Hope you enjoy.
Looking up into the stary night sky, a female brunet sigh, looking up at the beautiful stary night. Beautiful, and yet something was missing.
Yes. Something was missing indeed.
She looked down to the red dress she was wearing. White shorts underneath the red dress. She sighed, and shook her head.
Nah. The outfit she's wearing isn't it. So, what could be missing? Could it be food? As much as it sounds good to have Fried Shrimp right about now, it didn't seem to fit the night.
She looked around to where she was at.
She was at the park.
Nah. That's not it either. So, what could
The beastLove is a treacherous, wild beast,The beast2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's only goals are to hunt and feast.
Its untamed, untethered and undone.
With a body burning like the sun,
It lures you in with gestures & fibs.
It claws it's way through your ribs
to chew on your tender, fragile heart
and bit by bit tear it apart.
Futile screams and a feeble fight,
can but only bring it delight.
You can try to hide and try to flee,
But once you're tamed you can't be free.