Merson's Kinky Writing

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I came home from the grocery store for my girlfriend to suddenly leap towards me. Truth be told, I only needed to buy a few things, but I had the feeling she got lonely without me. She doesn't have a lot of friends, and leaving the house is hard for her, as a slime.

That said, I was trapped in her embrace for quite a while. The slime she's made of had adhesive qualities, and trying to escape from her grasp was a difficult task.

"Y-yeah, babe, I'm back. You can let go now."

She looked up at me with a mischievous gaze, and pulled me in further. Now the front of my body laid directly onto her chest, face included.

"I'll get cooking in a minute." I tried to argue, though it was muffled. "I was planning on making bowtie pasta."

"Boiling water in this heat? You don't have to do that! I'll just have you for supper instead!" She said with a snicker.

Try as I might, I eventually found myself sticking my face further into her body. Being fair, it was a hot day today, and I knew for a fact that her insides were cooler than whatever was going on outside. This wasn't the first time she tried something like this. With a sigh, I stopped resisting.

"That's better." She smirked. "Now let me just..."

She grabs my back and pushes me further into her. My muscles relax as she does this, allowing the sticky goop to take me in.

"Hey, can we try something new today?" She asked.

"...What did you have in mind?" I responded, gulping.

"I want to see if you can also absorb nutrients from food I eat."

"What?!"

"Okay, okay, I'll take that as a no." She nodded in understanding. "Being fair, you were willing to let me consume you, so... I'm gonna keep you in here for a couple minutes before spitting you back out."

"Then I'll just heat something up in the microwave for us, okay?" I offered.

"Yeah, that works. Thanks, babe!"

These were going to be an interesting couple of minutes...

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Briar woke up, her chin-length, bleached hair tangled from a rough night's sleep.

"Pardon the rude awakening." Came a voice as she slowly started to perceive her surroundings. Was she in a police station? "Your wife called, said she was worried about you suddenly sleepwalking."

"Huh, I... guess I can understand why she'd be worried. I don't usually sleepwalk." She rubbed her eyes.

"You're reasonable to work with. Good. Most people with your... capabilities, tend not to be compliant with law enforcement."

"Capabilities?" Briar scratched her head.

"You suddenly started floating and glowing while you were out." The officer explained simply. "Most people don't do that."

"Ah. Well, can you at least take me home so I can go back to sleep?"

The officer fell silent for a while, before laughing. "That's what your wife is here to do, actually."

The door opened, and a woman with short black hair sighed as she entered. "Briar? Are you alright?"

"...Did I really fly?"

"Kind of, yeah. But from now on, we head to bed at the same time, alright? I don't want you to get into actual trouble." The dark-haired woman chuckled. "Besides, we agreed to do something tonight~."

"I don't need to hear about that." The officer commented. "Just take her home and make sure she doesn't actually cause any disruptions."

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"Hey. Most people generally don't just stand around and watch someone else lift weights." The young woman who had finally set down her pair of 150 pound dumbbells smirked as she looked at me. "First time at this gym, I'm guessing?"

I nodded quietly. "I'm just trying to get myself into shape. I figured... I figured you knew what you were doing, so I uh..."

"You want me to take you under my wing?" The woman gave a hearty chuckle. "Really, I've been at this for years. It's gonna take a while before you get to my level."

She nudged me. At least, I assumed it was a nudge, but it felt a bit more intense than the playful teasing kind most people give me.

"But hey, we're all supportive of each other here." She said, running her hand through her oily, brown hair. "So other than getting into shape, what goals do you have? I hope you're not here just to lose weight."

"Why not?"

"Let me tell you something: what weight you lose in fat will be gained back in muscle if you become a regular here. Besides..." Her voice went soft, a whisper. "The extra fat looks good on you."

Immediately, I felt the heat rush to my face. "L-look! I'm just trying to improve my strength and endurance, okay?"

"Ah! That's a good place to start." The muscular woman put her hands on her hips. "If there's anything you need help with, don't feel ashamed to ask me, Sal!"

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"So uh..."

My new girlfriend, Adelaide, bites her bottom lip, her fangs pretty visible. She had just shaken me awake, and quite frankly, now I couldn't go back to sleep. This is why I don't go camping all that often, the ground is a little too firm for me, no matter how heavily padded my sleeping bag might be.

"I'm hungry." She explained, fidgeting with her curly, orange hair. She seems to be making fierce eye contact with me. I probably should've known this day would come. Try as she might, she is a vampire, and she's looking even paler than usual.

"Oh, right. You want me to open the bear-proof canister?" I half-joked, laughing as I tried to avert her near-hypnotic gaze. My laughter dies down, though, as I notice her eyes narrow and her brows furrow. "I uh, actually do know what you're craving. I just..."

"I'm pretty sure the ducks here are diurnal." Ah yes, she did like to bird watch, now that I think of it. "Otherwise, I'd try to hunt one of those to eat."

That was a new one, as she never mentioned an interest in hunting before. Well, since the situation was dire, it looked as if I would have to offer my own blood anyway. In a way, this could've been like getting her a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day.

I tilted my head, allowing her access. As she sunk her fangs into my flesh in an instant, I bit my own bottom lip to avoid screaming too loudly. What came out of my mouth instead, though, was a soft utterance of "ahh".

Her tongue traced along my neck, sending a chill down the rest of my body. Despite losing blood from the punctures she had created earlier, or her cold touch, heat started to rise in my face.

Adelaide seemed to notice this, and she smirked as she bit into my collarbone as well, though not quite as fiercely as she had my neck. Rather, she barely penetrated my skin at first, allowing the blood to ooze out of me gradually. She proceeded to suck at the shallow punctures, which was what I thought she was going to do initially.

My hands start to twitch, and I could feel the corners of my lips curl upwards. I raise my right hand to hold her head in place, shaky as they were.

Maybe I could afford to go camping with Adelaide more often. I will definitely have an easier time getting some rest with her around, if nothing else.

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hmmmmmm, 21, 24, and 29 for Medusa?

checking the scale after a long time button-popping/seam-ripping/etc. affectionate teasing by a chubby/gaining character

Hm. Medusa's robes didn't seem to be fitting her the way they used to. How long has it been since she actually checked her weight?

She steps on the scale, one that she had enhanced since gaining a new rival in Minako during her past visits to the mortal plane. However, in doing this, she hears a rip. With a grumble, she checks the tear to see where it was.

The tear was on the top half of her robes, as she may have expected. Normally any weight she gained went to her chest. But that didn't matter right now, she just needed to see how much she weighed now. From the looks of it, she was about 570 pounds now.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone barged through her hotel room doors. Was that...?

"Hey Maeve! Wow, your tits have grown a lot since the last time we met!" Minako greeted, waving enthusiastically. "Ready for another round?"

Medusa chuckled lowly. "You can stop calling me by my human name, you know." She half-joked. "But quite honestly, I was thinking our next round was going to be a bit less... impromptu, if you will."

"Aww, come on, last time you just sprung it on me!" Minako teased. "Besides, I never saw your eating limits, but it looks like they've increased."

"What?!" Medusa's face went red, though it was hard to tell if it was out of anger or embarrassment.

"...Very well, then. I suppose a leveling of the playing field is in order."

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40 chub!kink prompts, just because

“Ignore the chubby Voltron college AU,” I said. “It’ll be easy, just don’t play with it,” I said — and then I figured out that I’m probably so enamored with it right now because I haven’t been balancing my relative levels of writing happy (or at least happier) stuff vs. writing angst, so I put a prompt list together.

I did primarily draw this up for myself, which is why some of the prompts probably seem to overlap a bit (and why I split the, “focus on chubby parts other than bellies” prompt up), but hey, if you want to give yourself some prompts or make a meme out of this too, then by all means, please do. ♡

Many prompts were inspired or borrowed from the 20 days of chub!kink meme by @iwritetheweirdstuff, the 21 days of chub wolf meme by @chubstilinski, and my own old ask box meme.

starter belly and/or superchub

unintentional weight gain

intentional weight gain

oblivious to the weight gain

being in denial about weight gain

rapid weight gain

mutual weight gain

size differences/comparisons

weighing, measuring, and/or numbers kink

feeding, stuffing, indulgence, and/or gluttony

liquid calories (milkshakes, sugary coffee drinks, alcohol, something magical or scientific, etc.)

chubs + sports/gym

bigger than expected

kinky practice in public

clothes-sharing and/or clothes-swapping

embarrassed and/or flustered chubs

proud chubs and/or flaunting your gains/chub

weight-related bets (e.g., “gain X pounds in Y time,” “bet you’re up to Z weight,” etc.)

other bets/contests (“bet that doesn’t still fit you,” eating contests, etc.)

unintentional mutual weight gain

checking the scale after a long time

feeder/feedee relationship

platonic relationships + chub

button-popping/seam-ripping/etc.

trying on old clothes (not necessarily with popping/ripping)

clothing wear and tear (chub rub, rips in your shirts, etc.)

pampering/spoiling/care-taking/etc.

affectionate teasing toward a chubby/gaining character

affectionate teasing by a chubby/gaining character

other forms of teasing and/or humiliation

cuddling, gentle groping, soft chubby affection

body-worship or body part-worship

rough body play (squashing, crushing, manhandling, etc.)

thick thighs

chubby faces (cheeks, double chins, etc.)

love-handles and/or back-rolls

chubby hips

chubby arms

booty booty booty booty rockin’ everywhere

“WHY AM I SO TURNED ON BY THIS?!”

[mersonwritesstuff]

Speaking of Medusa, the thrilling... next chapter maybe conclusion to Love, Beauty and Darkness? Is brewing in my mind.

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"You're a lucky one, I normally don't take empty flattery from mortals, let alone set aside a few hours for it." Medusa picked at her claws, seemingly bored, but occasionally glancing at you.

"You said this restaurant was your favorite. Do you have a typical order, or...?" She glanced over the menu. Admittedly, there were a lot of good options. She then looks to you for a moment, and gives a slight smirk.

"You wouldn't mind buying an appetizer, would you? Because those fried dumplings do sound rather delicious."

There's a glimmer in your eyes as you eagerly agree with her, that you've had the dumplings before and you love them. She chuckles a bit at this, lowering her menu and flagging down the server.

"Two orders of fried dumplings, please."

Two orders? Well, she's not exactly human, she might have more of an appetite.

She looks at you, now, grinning. "So, tell me about yourself. If we're going to be doing this more than once, I'd like to know more about you. What do you admire about me, for one thing?"

You hesitate. Truth be told, the first thing you noticed about her was the side of her breast poking out of her dress. You also like her intimidating presence, but you just say you like her style, and how she carries herself. This makes her laugh.

"Not a lot of humans say that. Usually, they cower in fear and call me a monster."

The dumplings arrive, and she immediately starts to feast. There's a pleased hum after she eats the first one.

"You're right, these are good. I could have ordered more, but I realize you're on a budget~"

She could have ordered more?! The idea stirs something in you, and heat rises to your face.

"What? Do you like that idea?" She chuckles once again, then leans in to kiss your cheek.

"You truly are an intriguing sort."

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"Yeesh, and I just bought my last bikini last month."

Perhaps a beach date was a bad idea. The top part of the bikini was a little tighter than Hilda would like, but overall still fit. The bottom part, however, was another story entirely. She couldn't even get them over her legs, with how much her thighs had widened over the past month.

She managed to get out of her couch, which was clearly intended for two people. Although, she wouldn't know of anyone skinny enough to sit on that couch with her. Sure, N was slim, but he wasn't that slim.

Hilda walked over to the mirror, though, and her bad mood seemed to escape her. Sure, she couldn't go to the beach like this, but looking herself over...

"Maybe I can finally give him some heavy lifting." She half-joked with a chuckle. "And damn, I still look good, too."

Still, she'd have to call and change plans, or maybe tell him she'd be running late. After all, she needed a new bottom half for her bikini.

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Hm, I wanna write waifu dates again.

Maybe I'll write a date with one of my waifus

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I wanna write a Hilda thing but hm

ideas, perhaps?

[mersonwritesstuff]

serious question though

if i wrote an original, primarily vanilla thing

1) would you guys read it

2) should i make a separate sideblog for it

[mersonwritesstuff]

people actually like my writing??

i’m flattered.

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Champions go to Mars

[MissNewBooba: It's about time I came clean about who I am, MarsBar.]

Mars wasn't expecting this direct message from the sole woman of a regular viewer. By now, she had managed to find employment at a ramen shop, but would occasionally do streams to make a bit of extra income. One of her coworkers, an Unovan college student who was studying abroad in Sinnoh, peered over her shoulder.

“Oooh! I didn't know you were into girls, Aria~.”

Ah yes, the new name she took, mostly because she didn't associate herself with a planet much anymore.

“Oh, no, she may be into me, but I've never even seen her face.” She answered defensively. “Anyway, my shift's over, so I'll see you tomorrow.”

Mars, now going by Aria, clocked out and walked off.

[MarsBar: Yeah, it is. So who are you?]

[MissNewBooba: Just the former champion of Sinnoh, is all. So this is how you spend your life, after your old boss went missing? I must say, it's an improvement.]

[MarsBar: EXCUSE ME? Was this all a trick?]

[MissNewBooba: No, I was just surprised to see someone I knew on this platform.]

Mars fumed, but chose not to get too defensive about it.

[MarsBar: And what about you? What are you doing now that you lost your championship?]

[MissNewBooba: You'll see ;)]

And within a few minutes, she would see plenty of pictures of Cynthia's breasts. Some of them had her wearing a black lace bra, others had her wearing no bra at all.

[MarsBar: ...They look bigger.]

[MissNewBooba: Of course, why else would I give myself the username I did? By the way, I can see you from a distance.]

Mars froze up as she noticed the busty blonde approaching her. To be fair, she was hard to miss in a crowd.

“What the hell? How long have you been there?” The redhead questioned.

“Eh.” Cynthia shrugged. “I was gonna go to the ramen shop anyway, but now I see one of my favorite internet gluttons out in public~.”

“Cut it out.” Mars huffed. “My coworker doesn't know I do this for an audience.” She tried not to look Cynthia in the eye. No, she couldn't humor this woman's teasing any longer... right?

“Awww, so the new job is recent?” Cynthia leaned in, purposefully also leaning downwards so that the former Galactic Commander could get a better, closer up view of her breasts. In response to this, Mars gave somewhat of a yip.

...Why did soft breasts feel nice? Furthermore, why did she have this realization with Cynthia, of all people?

“I really need to go home.” She finally said, clearing her throat. “I'm glad I got closure on my mystery fan, though.”

“Of course. I'm looking forward to your next stream!”

Mars huffed once again, and started walking past Cynthia on her way back to her apartment. As she did, though, a thought crossed her mind.

That wasn't as horrible as she may have expected...

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Hey can you write that fluff thing you saved. I kinda need something to make me feel better

(Sequel to this)

Steve laid next to Mary, though buried his face in her chest. "I'm so, so sorry about that." He said in shame.

Mary giggled softly. "No need to apologize, I actually rather enjoyed it."

"Well yeah, but..." Steve sighed. "I dunno, it just feels weird for someone to know I have a kink like that."

Mary combed her hand through his dark hair. "Hey, that much I can understand, but... I'm your girlfriend, right? If anyone was to know about your kinks, me knowing about them isn't too weird."

"I guess." He sighed, though leaned into her touch. "...Did you actually enjoy dancing for me?"

"Of course! If anything, you confessing that you were into such an act gave me an excuse to get some practice in." She admitted, somewhat embarrassed herself, now.

"Huh..." Steve smiled softly. "Would you mind trying something like that again?"

"I'd love to. Besides, your reaction was priceless."

"Oh, come on!"

The two of them burst out in laughter, before Mary kissed him on the forehead.

"Sleep well, Steve."

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Hey u there buddy?

Ah, yeah, sorry. Just haven't been in the mood to write kinky solo stuff, lately.

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Can I have a nice fluff fic about the aftercare of the tap dance story. Like something about the main character feeling embarrassed that he has that kink in the frist place and the girlfriend comforting him. You don't have to do it, just a idea

Keeping this ask in my save for later tag, because while this is a good idea, I think I should slow down on the kinky solo writings for now.