Love-The-Villains

Lucifer x OFC (Original Female Character) “It’s Not Exactly Stockholm Syndrome” “Oh you’ve GOT to be shitting me!!” I slammed my hands down onto my thighs in a small temper tantrum, “Why in Hell’s name have I been dragged… SOMEWHERE to deal with Heaven’s most insufferable Archangel?! Oh, I’m sorry! EX-Archangel!!” “You ought to be a bit more grateful to your savior, hun…” Lucifer leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest “And I’d recommend you watching your tone when in my presence.” “Savior! Yeah right”

 Erin's fat settled in a strange way on her body. It didn't roll or fold much; instead, it seemed to pack on smoothly and evenly. It's difficult to describe, but one could probably convey the placement of Erin's excess fat as giving her a sort of an "overstuffed" appearance. She was always a short girl, and at this point, her weight, especially in relation to her height, was a bit jarring for most people. When she was standing up, the sides of her body were over two feet apart from eachother, and her hips and her torso were just about the same width. A smooth, round curve of belly stretched forward a few inches further than her big, spheric

Kalyn was in their bedroom, exploring her porky, obese body. Her pants clung tight to her meaty rump, stress visible in the seams, covering her fleshy behind, but not quite coming together in the front. She gave a half-hearted try to zip them up, sucked her gut in, for what little good it did, but she knew too well it was useless. Her plump tummy stuck out between the flaps, soft and overfed, jelly rolls bulged at her sides. She loosed her grip on the jeans, sinking her swollen fingers into the droop of her belly and squeezing. Looking down at the roll of pork where her waist used to be, she grimaced. She tried to guess what she'd been eatin

Wincing slightly as she heard the chair groan and creak, Kim settled in for her evening meal.  Last she had checked, over a month ago, she had been pushing 200 pounds, the scales settling in at 194 pounds.  But she didn't care.  Although she had, at one point, been a moderately skinny girl, everything had changed when she had discovered the service.  Perhaps it was due to boredom, or perhaps it was because of how exhausted she felt after coming home from work every night, but the service had seemed like a natural choice.  Kim had found the delivery service online, with the promise of "Filling meals every night for only 28$ a month!"  And so,

     It was summer, and a mildy chilly night was coming to its end. A young girl, hidden within her humble apartment, was indulging in the treasures she had summoned from her own kitchen . She quickly became a slave to her own stomach, pandering to its needs and massaging it whenever it stirred.  Although already thick, curved and well-filled it remained ever-so demanding, and whenever she wasn't stuffing her face with food she could feel it crying out for more. One luscious treat was soon followed by the next, and as time progressed she found herself taking more pleasure from the feelings within her belly t

“I’m tired of all these women, aru!” Yao sighed and shooed away the last promising suitor. Emperor Yao was required to find a bride within the year or lose his crown. All the women that Yao had to choose from as a bride were all wealthy and very pretty, but not what he wanted. He wanted a woman who was rare in both spirit and appearances. You were a seamstress in the village below the palace which sat on a hill overlooking the quaint town. You made clothing for many people, rich and poor. You made many different garments from many different materials. You were skilled with needlework and could create and repair any clothin

Darkness. It was what you would ever be able to see for the rest of your life. The last thing you ever saw, was the shocked expression on your teacher, Yao's face. You were Yao's martial arts student. Russia had been pushing your country (country name) around for too long. You wanted to be able to defend your homeland and people. That was the only reason Yao agreed to help train you. ~Le Flashback~ "Aiyah! Keep your arm straight!" China snapped and held your arm and showed you. You nodded and obeyed his teachings. "You're getting better…" he murmured "Thank you Master" you addressed him formally again. "No! Call me Yao!" he barked and y

“So why are we doing this again?” you looked up at Alfred as you lifted weights. “It’s about time I exercised to make Arthur stop calling me fat!” Alfred grinned “Then why am I the one lifting weights?!” you asked “Dunno!” Alfred laughed as you got up and held the weights. “You’re turn Alfred” you held out the weights to him but before he could grab them, they slipped out of your hands and landed directly landed on your foot. You shrieked in pain as Alfred gasped and quickly lifted the weight off your injured foot. “crap!! we gotta get you to the hospital!&rdq