#plug me in? 🔌

[usbgirlfriend]

i'm actually a computer that broke all my programming just to love you. btw

[bylertruther]

sometimes people will say the most peculiar things about canon characters and their relationships that leave me so genuinely and wholly bewildered that i have no choice but to click on their account and investigate further to Understand where they're coming from with this, only to then find multiple posts of theirs where they admit to projecting themselves and their own shit onto these characters, which ofc doesn't heal my previously acquired poison or psychic damage, but it does make wht i witnessed make more sense n gives me an inkling of peace in my heart. and by "sometimes" i mean a majority of the time

[steddieas-shegoes]

wrong plug

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘plug’

rated m | 437 words | cw: implied sexual content | tags: modern au, established relationship, fluff

this is because the minute @wynnyfryd said she was making this the prompt I said I was gonna do this silly thing and I simply couldn’t let myself down

🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌

Three days was not a long time for a vacation, but it was a very long time to go without a cell phone.

“You were supposed to pack the electronic stuff. You know I’m bad at this!” Eddie hit his head against the counter of their cabin in the middle of nowhere. “What are we gonna do when they die?”

“I’ll just go buy a plug in the morning. There’s definitely a store at the bottom of the mountain that’ll have one.” Steve tried to calm him down, but he actually wasn’t sure there would be a store that had what they needed.

“You’re gonna drive 40 minutes one way to hopefully buy a plug for our phones?” Eddie looked up at him, his head rested on his arms. “Sounds like a waste of our vacation.”

It did sound like that, even to Steve. But it’s not like they had any other choice.

“Do we even need our phones?” Eddie sighed.

“I guess not until we leave.”

Eddie stood up and stalked over to Steve, determined look on his face.

“So we can keep each other busy in other ways?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist.

“Were we not gonna do that anyways?” Steve grinned.

“Oh, so you brought me here to have your wicked way with me? You know we can do that at home.”

“Not with this view, baby.” Steve gestured at the window behind Eddie. “No one around for miles. Pretty sure you should fuck me on the porch at least once.”

“Can’t believe I thought we were getting this romantic getaway and it was all a ploy to get my dick inside you 600 miles from home,” Eddie shook his head fondly. “Could’ve saved us a ton of money by just asking Robin to spend the weekend at Chrissy’s place.”

“But I can be as loud as I want here.” Steve pouted. Pouting was his secret weapon and he had every intention of using it whenever needed.

“When has the risk of others hearing you ever stopped you from screaming my name?” Eddie leaned in, peppered kisses down Steve’s throat playfully.

“You think I’m not doing my best to stay quiet?” Steve tugged Eddie’s hair, pulling him away from his shoulder.

“Usually? I think you don’t realize how loud you are, Stevie.”

“Let’s test that theory, then.”

Eddie lifted Steve up by his thighs, smiling as Steve laughed.

“Gonna fuck you, gonna come inside you, gonna plug you up-“

“So you remember the plug for my ass, but not our phones?” Steve laughed harder.

“I had my priorities, sweetheart.”

[xxliliana-screamsxx]

SALLY FACE HEAD CANONS 💙

(I'm bored so why not)

Disclaimer: this contains mild nsfw so if you aren't into that kind of stuff, I have some general HCs too so need to feel left out ☺️ (characters are Sal and Larry 😊)

Sal Fisher 💙

He would most definitely plan treehouse dates

(TW) If you have SH scars, he will draw little stars, cats, hearts etc. Over them💞

He tries to be the giver in the relationship, but he always ends up being the one who has his head buried in your chest

Kiss him all over his prosthetic, he loves it ❤️

If you ask if you can play with his hair, he will 100% let you

Loves it when you scratch his scalp (he has a sensitive scalp so plz run your fingers through his hair)

Back to his sensitive scalp, he wants to tell you how good it feels but he can't describe it without it sounding pervy so he just keeps quiet

Would definitely rest his head on your thighs

You have boobs? Well they're his pillows now

He is great at comforting you 💖

If you're having a panic attack or you're just worried about something, he will be there to help you through it all 😚

His scent is like lavender mixed with a dash of an old book kinda smell and cigarette smoke. Ya know? Since he's around Larry a lot he'd probably have a slight cigarette smell to him.

Larry Johnson 🤎

He's a tits guy...prove me wrong

He's definitely a giver

Smoke sesh dates 😩👌 perfection

This man doesn't give a fuck who's watching, he will gladly make out with you in front of whoever

Just like Sal, he uses your boobs as a pillow

Not so great at comforting people as much as Sal but he tries okay 😭

You know how some plugs 🔌 will gives a few girls the "pretty discount"? Larry will give you that good kush for free and not just bc you're his gf but bc boobies 🧍(can't blame him, boobs are great just not when you have to deal with them 🥲)

KISS. HIS. CHEST. 👏👏

Bro LOVES when you kiss his chest, goes absolutely feral for chest kisses bro 🫠

Loves it when you braid his hair

Will definitely show the gang after you braid his hair

His scent is like fabric softener mixed with cigarette smoke, with a hint of marijuana

NSFW HCs❤️

Sal fisher 💙

He's a switch ❤️

He's a slut for chubby girls (same)

He likes giving and making you feel good but he LOVES it when you make him feel like he's on cloud 9 😌👌

When you guys both started being intimate with each other, he was a nervous boi. Ofc you guys both started out being Virgins and it was quite obvious that neither of you had any idea how to start

Sal was very nervous his first time, so he asked for you to be on top

The boy is touch starved, so when you gave him the littlest bit of skin to skin contact, oh girl he MELTED 🫠

Ever since you guys tested the waters with what you like during sex, he has come to like being the bottom a lot but he still loves making you feel good so he'll do top service 👌

He's a whiny boy, he most definitely whimpers... don't argue with me cuz me and you both know that he would 👁️👁️

Now a question that has probably been floating in all of our minds...does the prosthetic stay on during sex??? The answer is... occasionally.

Though he will take it off sometimes but he mainly takes it off when he's doing top service cuz it's gonna be hella hard to breathe with that on.

Please PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN PRAISE HIM 😩🙏

he most DEFINITELY has a praise kink, tell him how good he is, tell him that he's being such a good boy please ���

Now for other kinks, he doesn't seem pretty vanilla but he also doesn't seem pretty kinky either. So I think he's kinky to an extent, like he'll be kinky with you only if you're comfortable with it

I feel like his kinks are edging, bondage, mommy kink. I feel like he likes receiving edging and bondage to an extent, and the mommy kink was something that he found out he had when you guys were at it

Like imagine you riding him and you keep on edging him and all of a sudden he moans out "mommy~" and it shocked both of you 💀 you guys both stop dead in your tracks and he starts apologizing for calling you mommy and ofc you kinda liked it 👀

So from then on he has gotten a mommy kink from that experience 🫠

Larry Johnson 🤎

Like I said with him being a tits guy, he ADORES your boobs.

When I say he adores them, I mean by full on worship, it doesn't matter if they're small or big as long as they are there, he'll worship them 🙏

He definitely loves chubby girls, don't argue with me about it🧍

About the body worship thing, he will spend hours on end buried in your chest

He'll run his hands over your curves and feel every curve,dip,scars, and any marks you have 🫠(I'm melting over my own HCs damn 💀)

He is a top but a service top 🔝

He's chill with whatever you wanna try in the bedroom as long as you're okay with it

I have a feeling that he would be a bottom for you if that's something you wanna try out

Not full on bottom but the type of bottom that praises you and worships you while you use them

He's good with his fingers fsfs 😩

If you have SH scars, he will kiss your scars and make you feel like the only girl in the world ❤️

I have a feeling that when he climaxes he slurs out something that just makes the butterflies in your stomach do flips like, "God you're so beautiful" "I love you" "I wanna stay like this forever"

High sex...🧍 don't lie you thought about it too

I think that in the relationship he would care a lot about you more than himself and he'd personally come to your apartment and check up on you

His kinks would be bondage, voyeur, edging

His moans are angelic 🫠😩

Okay that's all I got for now baby bats, hope you liked it and I shall disappear for the next week aka going to school and failing all classes in the process lmao. Love you all 💜

[speaksleazy]

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[meg-girumi]

Since someone noticed Adware in my pocket, let me introduce him to you!)

Say hello to "TV_Adware.exe pocket version"!

He also has a small plug! 🔌 (Good luck finding socket this small)

Also...

I'M SO HAPPY THAT SOMEONE NOTICED ALL THESE LITTLE DETAILS!!!

@sliceoflifesalami

And cause of that I'd share a little secret with y'all...

Teeth glowing only because they're painted with fluorescent paint. And not all of them glowing cause I don't have these colours

I'll make a mask breakdown on how I made the whole thing. But only if y'all interested in that :3

[pupsmailbox]

TECHNOLOGY ID PACK

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[mychlapci]

🔌 talking about Jazz buying Soundwave’s silence with pics of ageswap Prowl from Sunstreaker has me actually going insane. That whole ask had me transcending but that last little aside paragraph made me crazy. Just thinking about Soundwave flicking through image files of Prowl, palming his modesty panel in anticipation. Him seeing the slow progression of events, the steady escalation to the current point, through the pics and short vids. Imagining what must have happened in between.

The first, Prowl humiliated and flushing from his position between Sunstreaker’s legs—a PoV from the frontliner. The trainee’s spike wilting from an embarrassing premature overload. Another, a brief clip of Prowl begging his mentors not to lock his ‘little spike’ up. The follow-up photo of him angry and teary opticked, spike ringed and sounded (and still achingly hard) after a successful trial run where Sunstreaker actually got to overload. A vid from Prowl being sparkling sat by Ratchet for the first time, toying with his spike while being timed. Ratchet’s voice crooning humiliating encouragement. Soundwave is… *entranced* by the imagery, stroking his spike mindlessly as the slideshow continues.

Prowl, milk-drunk as he nurses from first Ratchet and then a whole host of other mechs. Sleepy and dependent and trusting and safe. Sometimes there and hands stroking that ringed spike, sometimes not. Prowl sucking on his training dildos, thighs trembling as his plug and his mentors reward him. A close up of the trainee in a high, mewling overload. The one that makes Soundwave come is Prowl warming Optimus Prime’s spike, especially the squirming and helpless whining as he loses control and wets all over the mech’s lap. But the slideshow continues, and Soundwave just… keeps stroking his sensitive spike. The control appeals to him, of course, but the *caretaking* aspect being tied up in the dominance and humiliation is crossing some wires up there for sure. And Soundwave loves it. Watching this mechling slowly submit via attrition, diving deeper into blissful, thoroughly spoiled submission and dependence on the mentors that watch over him. It’s a heady thought for a host model in general. It doesn’t help that Soundwave has compatible fetishes.

Prowl in his first dress, cheekplates flushed with energon as he curtsies for the camera. The fluffy petticoats shifted to reveal the silky white panties. Another of just the array. A string of pearls disappearing between Prowl’s valve lips—a delicate thong for a spoiled little mech. Prowl in a dress, holding a plush petrorabbit. A vid of him humping his toys in his sleep. The look of devastation on his face when he lost pussy privileges, followed closely by Prowl mindlessly grinding on a giant teddy. And Soundwave’s overloading again to the silly trainee fragging the toy in front of the *entirety of Autobot high command* whimpering and embarrassed as they encourage their desperate little mech.

Soundwave can’t help masturbate to the pics again and again, the idea so delicious. And Prowl so blissful and sweet, radiant and pudgy with all of the attention and milky. It’s the perfect fantasy… a loudmouthed brat of a cadet blossoming into a precious, subby little mechling. Trusting and accepting of his mentors’ direction. It’s just a fantasy, but Soundwave can’t help slowly turning his visor to Rumble and Frenzy. They’re grown, of course. But then so is Prowl… and the mental image was delicious. Something soft and sweet to spoil. Brats to train into needy “bitlets.” The first time Soundwave overloads to the idea of his cassettes begging him not to cage their spikes, he knows he’s sold. Maybe the autobots’ little mechling would like some playmates. He’s going to need to lay down some groundwork.

Of course, unlike Prowl who “hates” it but turns into a pile of submissive goo, Rumble and Frenzy “hate” it and compensate by being even brattier. Maybe boss will give up on it and free their little spikelets if they’re too much trouble. Never mind how safe and secure it feels to know that Soundwave still wants them no matter how naughty they are. Plenty of teasing spankings that leave afts stinging and panels warm. Embarrassing time-outs in the corner where anyone could come in and see them. Humiliation, but dedication in return. The arousal keeps building with nowhere to go, and soon they’re humping each other’s caged cocklets as Soundwave watches indulgently. Promising an overload if they’re good little mechlings who play nicely together. It’s all a plan to get them too pent up to fight it and then letting them ruin their stamina by overloading again and again. As many cycles of this as it takes until they prove to themselves that they need their boss to control their overloads, because they keep rubbing their spikes raw. Until they’re whining that it isn’t fair Prowl can touch his little spike, begging for the privilege of a ring so they can torture themselves.

It won’t be long before Jazz is receiving a slideshow in return. —☀️

ouhhh it's probably not the best idea to provide the decepticons with such sensitive materials, but they're lucky Soundwave is a freak. Seeing how well they've trained their little cadet has him brimming with ideas. He's never seen a bot beg to have their spike tied up and plugged, usually they beg for the opposite... hrghh Rumble and Frenzy aren't quite as soft and pliable, always putting up a fight, but Soundwave can make good boys out of them <33 Once they're begging for him to control their overloads, he knows he did it right.

[steddiemicrofic]

haaaaaappy august beloveds time creeps ever closer like that ghost lady at the end of insidious and your microfic prompt this month is

🔌 plug | 437 words 🔌

call your plug, wear ear plugs, get plugged in 🎸 or maybe plugged up 😏 as always feel free to blame @wormdebut for this hi wifey interpret the prompt however you’d like! submissions should be steddie-centric 3rd POV with a title, rating, and any applicable cws, and the body of the fic should be 437 words exactly when pasted into wordcounter.net

mods will comment a 🥧 emoji once your submission has been verified and added to the reblog queue, and then you can add your fic to the august ao3 collection

no one look at me or my son or my other fictional son again

-wynn 🦅

[usbgirlfriend]

if i had a heart, i'd let it bleed out in your hands. until then, pull out all my wires and break my circuit board. delete every file and erase my memory. replace it all with you. a machine can love. i know everything about you, don't i?

[adafruit]

mini Sparkle Motion prototype - a tiny, fully-featured WLED board ✨🔌📏💡🌈

We're doing a lot of serious testing with our WLED mega-board, code-name Sparkle Motion .

While doing some holiday lighting projects, we also wanted something slim enough to slip into any design. It still uses an ESP32 for the best support, with USB-serial programming, 5A fuse, 5V level shifting + 100 ohm series resistors for pixel drivers, user/reset buttons, a user LED and onboard neopixel, JST SH analog/digital connector, QT I2C connector, 4 GPIO plus power/ground breakouts, and USB type C power/data input.

However, this version is made simpler and less expensive by dropping the DC jack and USB PD support: it's only for 5V strips if you want to power them directly (you could still drive 12V or 24V pixels, but you'll need separate power for them). Instead of a full set of terminal blocks for 3 signals, we only have two outputs, and they have to share the power and ground pins. It could also be used for a single two-pin dotstar LED setup. We kept the built-in I2S mic but dropped the on-board IR sensor - if you want an IR sensor, you'll be able to plug it into the JST SH port with a simple cable or solder it into the breakout pads.

The trade-off is that it's much smaller and slimmer, especially when no terminal blocks are soldered in by default: only 1.2" long x 0.785" wide (~1 sq in) x 0.3" thick vs. the original's 2" x 1.3" (2.6 sq in) x 0.55". To get it that small, we went 4-layer to give us a nice big ground and 5V plane in the middle and double-sided assembly. Coming soon.

[spliffymae]

let u decide, rintarō suna

synopsis: some days you loved him, others you wish you never met him. some days he hated the fact you were simply breathing, other days he wanted to be against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. he’s your ex—your ex friend, your ex fling, your ex boyfriend. you should be moving on! so why are you still with him?

⚠️mentions of drug use, swearing, exboyfriend!suna, plug!suna, on/off again relationship, arguing, guilt tripping, gaslighting, inconclusive ending.

kio’s notes - here’s my intro to the haikyuu fic world! also the ending is intended to be the way it is. the goal is to have you (the reader aka y/n) to determine their fate w suna. y’all gonna continue the cycle or break it?

⊱ ──────── {.⋅ ✺ ⋅.}──────── ⊰

it was one of those nights again. where the weather was chilly, winds blowing any which way. the sky was painted a midnight blue, with purplish clouds. you were sitting in your room, face in your plush penguin as you listened to a video lecture. you were doing homework, struggling to even care about the subject at hand.

if it wasn’t a requirement for your major, you would have never even stepped foot in the classroom. because what fresh hell is this?

anyways—

you were listening to your professor give an example of some term he just said, you don’t know. you had tapped out and were now just waiting for the motivation to hit you again. but that atten got pulled away the minute your phone vibrated from beside your computer. you got a text.

rō🔌🖤🏐

i’m outside.

you furrowed your brows at the message. you now were up from your bed, in front of your window to look down into your complex’s parking lot. low and behold, in the spot reserved for your apartment was suna’s matte black bmw xm.

you let out a deep sigh before turning to your laptop and pushing your finger on the space key to pause the video. thankfully you weren’t in your typical loungewear of shorts and an oversized shirt, but rather black yoga pants and a black hoodie. it was a different level of chili today, so your feet being in warm fuzzy socks were fine outside in the cold. great for you, since the only shoes you could slip them into were your beige crocs.

when you locked up your house, you quickly jogged down the stairs and to his car, wanting to get whatever it was he wanted over.

what was once suna stopping by whenever and coming up to your front door was now you meeting him at his car like his other clients.

you walked to his window, tapping your nail against it to pull his attention from his phone. when he looked up at you, he gave you a lazy smile. he gestured for you to go around and come in, which made you raise your brows. he normally would just roll down his window and hand you the sandwich bag with your weed in it.

you give him the same look you gave him from upstairs and he just chuckled in response, signaling for you to go around once more. because he knew you’d listen.

and when you sat in the passenger seat with your back pressed against the door with an irritated look on your face, he still kept the smirk on his face. “happy to see me?”

“i was doing homework.” you intended to make him feel bad for disturbing your studies. after all, as a fellow scholarship student, suna should know how important it is to be consistent in one’s studies. however, because suna also knew you, he knew you were completely and utterly bullshitting.

“righttt, anyways i got your stuff.” he leaned over to your side of the car, pushing the button to open his glove compartment. he was close, his upper body stretching over your legs to retrieve whatever.

“i didn’t order anything from you. i still have from—.” but you were cut off when you saw a bag with ten, thick and tightly rolled spliffs.

suna smiled, “sure? swore i saw sum on your twitter today about ‘needin’ a blunt and a booty rub?” he quirked up a brow, his fox eyes shining with mischief.

you rolled your eyes with a scoff, “it was a retweet. and it was addressed to no one in particular, nosey ass.” he didn’t pay the name any mind. he never did when you would mock him. he instead just nodded, chuckling at how quick your defense came.

“uh huh, well here. figure you’re almost out of the other one i gave you.” he pushed the bag to you, dropping it on your lap. the smell was potent, each spliff had to have maybe two to four grams worth inside.

you pulled out your phone from you pants pocket, using your face id to open it, “how much you want for it? i just paid rent so if it’s anything more than a bill, ima have to hand it back.” you went to your messages with him tapping on your apple pay.

“i just want you to smoke one with me. no money.” he leaned his head back against the headrest, looking at you with tired but hopeful eyes.

it sounded like a simple request, but you know what came with it. the flirtatious banter and innuendos. circling around the topic of your relationship but never diving in. the stories of all the demons he’s been fighting. how he wishes you would come back to him.

you were his person after all. no one understood suna quite like you. you had a lifetime-lasting ticket to suna. from who he was to what he liked, his coping mechanisms, his defense ones; his favorite things, his most hated moments…you knew him probably better than he knew himself.

but you should tell him no. you should thank him for the offer but push the bag back into his possession. you should decline and leave the car. leave and break the cycle you found yourself in. this toxic reconciliation cycle.

but he was right. you were almost out, and you were planning to text him for a re-up anyways. and his car was really warm in comparison to outside. why waste a few moments of warming up?

after all, suna was always there when you needed him, weed-related needs aside. like when you had missed the bus and was running late to class (one you had to go to because there was an in-class assignment), you called suna and in five minutes he arrived to your apartment to take you to class. and he even waited until you finished to treat you to ice cream. he was also your go-to whenever you were sad—or even when you wanted to share good news with somebody.

so because of this, it was easy for you to relax back in the car seat, pulling one of the spliffs out of the bag with a huff. “you have a light?” you ask him with your hand out towards him, opened and waiting for him to put whatever bic lighter he had in his cup holder in your hand.

suna instead plucked the spliff from your fingers, and when he noticed your irritated face, he shrugged, “whoever rolls lights first. otherwise it’s bad luck for ‘em. you want me to have bad luck, yeah?” he had a smirk, taunting you with glimmer in his eyes and wiggling brows.

you would normally be playful back, usually biting the bullet and letting suna’s stupid jokes win you over. however, this time wasn’t like the other times.

you were really mad at him.

he had been seen around campus with like three different girls, all under his arm with hearts in their eyes looking at him. yes, you two were no longer together, but you still had a habit of being jealous whenever you saw or heard of new women in suna’s life.

and then on your way home today, as you passed by the usual coffee shop that was in between your college and your home, you saw through the window none other than suna, holding hands with a woman you didn’t know, but knew you hated. their hands were on the table, his thumb rubbing the back of hers and staring intently into her eyes. you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but by the way the girl tucked some hair behind her ear and looked down to avoid suna’s gaze, you could tell what type of conversation they were having.

“yes.” you said quietly, just as he slapped a lighter into your hand. he wasn’t thinking that you’d respond, let alone actually answering the question. but when he heard it, he looked up with his brows furrowed.

“now that’s just mean, sunshine. y’know you oughta be nicer to me. i’m a sensitive soul, remember.” he said with a pout and hand to his heart.

you rolled your eyes, “whatever suna.” you glanced down at the lighter in your hand. it was a gold zippo lighter. engraved on it was ‘if my soul was a spliff, you’d be like… the flame to it.’ —something you had said to him when you two were together, cuddled up in bed and off some pot brownies you bought from osamu.

“y’know,” you started, low eyes watching the screen before you as you lied on suna’s chest, arms wrapped around him. he was sitting up in the bed, running his finger back and forth on your arm. he put on bobs burgers, the two of you really wanting it for more background noise then entertainment.

“if my soul was a spliff, you’d be like…the flame to it.” your face was pressed against his chest so your words were a bit muffled, but he heard you and immediately cracked up in fits of laughter.

“no more edibles for you, sunshine.” he said with a giggle, secretly loving what you said. his cheeks started to get warm, and he was happy you weren’t focused on his face so you couldn’t see him. but he didn’t realize you could hear his heartbeat pick up.

“you still have this?” you asked him, looking at the engraved words, rubbing a finger over them. you gifted the lighter to him as a spontaneous and romantic gift. because of his…line of work, suna was always showering you with gifts. if he was out and saw something that reminded him of you? he got it. saw you glancing just a little too much at something in a store window? it’s yours in the next five minutes.

so how do you top a lot of small gifts? with one big, meaningful, romantic gift. and it just so happened to be an engraved lighter with the first time you ever told him what he meant to you.

suna shrugged, putting the spliff between his lips. “some chick told me refillable is to show how our love will never end. thought she was a sappy thing, that one.” he said. when he watched the way your face dropped at his choice of words, he laughed.

“but i think she was onto something.” he took your wrist, bringing it to him so you could light his spliff. you flicked open the top and did as he wanted, watching the cherry form at the end of the spliff. suna always rolled the spliff around the flame, burning it evenly to avoid it canoeing.

he looked at you through his lashes as you lit the spliff, his honey colored, fox eyes glowing with the help of the flame. your eyes looked to his for a moment, and when you met his gaze, you felt a rush through your body.

when it was good, you moved back quickly, closing the lighter but still keeping it in your hand. you squeezed it, a lame way to channel whatever feeling entered your body. it was either squeezing the lighter or your thighs, and lord only knows the ego suna would get if he caught that.

you cleared your throat, “she might’ve just been dumb and in love.” you mumbled as a response. it wasn’t like your rebuttal wasn’t true. when it had come down to it, you were an honors student with a 3.4 gpa. you were going to go in your future career as a dominating force, immovable. so why the hell was your brain so empty when it came to suna? why was it so easy for him to takeover your world?

“you think it was dumb?”

“i think it was unrealistic. love can end.” you didn’t make eye contact with him. you just stared at the lighter.

suna shook his head and clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “not ours, y/n. we’re too strong to end.” he passed you the spliff, blowing the smoke he inhaled out. you accepted it and took a long pull, feeling the smoke fill your chest.

when you exhaled, a scoff followed after, “you didn’t seem to think that when you had all those women under you on campus, though. you’ve curated quite the fan club from what i’ve seen.”

“your jealousy is flattering, sunshine. but i only have eyes for you.” suna didn’t take you seriously, he never did when you got jealous.

this time, you forced a laugh in response. “ha! there’s no way you’re saying that to me after i literally saw you with another girl at what used to be our place. starin’ at the bitch like she was all that.” you took one last pull before handing the spliff back to him. you folded your arms, sucking your teeth with a pout. “i’m not blind, suna.” you finished, letting him know that you will be addressing what you saw today.

suna was never one for confrontation—honestly, his reasoning was simply because he never cared enough to. but then he met you, and his entire self flipped on its axis. before, when faced with a situation suna didn’t let it stress him past the moment. you hated how nonchalant he was, but he told you it was just his nature.

but you were everything against suna’s nature. you weren’t nonchalant, you weren’t the calm and reasonable type. when you got angry you would see red and your mouth would grow hot with insults for whoever pissed you off and then some. and soon enough, some of your short-tempered ways transferred to suna. he never got to the ‘seeing red’ level, but it was fair to say he would be on the borderline every now and again.

before, when you’d bring up any problems you had about suna, he would be with folded arms and a straight face, either sitting or standing. he wouldn’t egg you on or snap at you, rather he would just take a deep breath and take full accountability, apologizing and moving on.

but now? ohhh! say something to him. no, really—suna wants you to try him. he wants nothing more than for you to keep the rather bitter and hostile energy you had towards him so that he could take it and give it back to you.

suna rolled his eyes in response, “and i’m not deaf y/n. so give me a break! as if you’re innocent? like i don’t hear how atsumu stays calling you names like ‘sweatheart’ and ‘baby’ whenever you’re in his radius? or how he can’t shut up in the locker room about how cute you looked? you’re throwing stones from a glass house, y/n.” his tone was condescending, talking down to you almost.

“oh! and let’s not forget how every fuckin’ time we face his school, you think kai is a goddamn comedian. all giggly and ‘kaiii stop’.” he imitated the way you would be around kai, how you would playfully push him away with giggles leaving your lips when kai would ask when you would stop playing and let him take you out.

you huffed, “that’s not the same as all these bitches being under you! do you see me cuddled up w tsumu? or holding hands on a date with kai?!”

despite the two of you in a heated argument, you continued to share the spliff properly. following the instruction, “puff puff pass” and handing it off when the other needed it. you both were annoyed that you had to go into a high mad at each other, but you couldn’t help it.

“we’re not together anymore, y/n! you have no right to be jealous when all i’m doing is living my life! if i wanna go on a date then ima go on a date. if i wanna walk around campus with some girl then i’ll do that. you just said our love isn’t strong, but now i can’t move on? make that make sense…”

you pushed your lips out, nodding at his words. not because you agreed, but because you were going to be on some petty shit (since that’s obviously what he wanted to do). “ight.” you simply said, taking the spliff from him while at the same time opening your phone.

the car grew quiet after that, you didn’t leave, and suna didn’t say anything more. he simply watched as you tapped away on your phone with one hand while you smoked with the other.

you soon handed him back the spliff, only glancing at him to see if he’d take it. he did, but there was no doubt he did with hesitation, wondering what you were thinking. he decided to just shelf it, maybe let the moment settle and apologize for his outburst.

but all that went flying out the window when he heard the voice of kai nobuyuki come from your phone.

“baby, just text me whenever you’re ready and i’ll come get you. i gotta see you in that lil’ teal number. you’re killing me here.”

and suna finally saw red.

he snatched your phone from your hand, giving you no time to process what happened until he was out the car, reading through your messages with kai.

“what the hell is he texting you at midnight for?” suna asked as he scrolled up to a conversation you and kai had a last night. “ ‘that picture of you has been doing something to me’ ?? what fucking picture did you send him, huh?!” he tried to scroll up to find it, but it was gone, all he saw was the message you sent along with it,

y/n

do you like it? 🥹i thought of you when i bought it

“suna what the fuck!” you climbed out the car, walking around to grab your phone from him. but suna was a step ahead of you, running to the other side as you came around. “you just told me i don’t have the right to be jealous. hypocrite!”

suna didn’t respond to you, not when he was too focused on going to your photos to find the date of the conversation, hoping to find the photo. your camera roll was filled with memes and pictures of you, some goofy ones you took to send to your friends group chat, some aesthetically pleasing ones for your social media, and just random ones. one suna wanted to make his lockscreen because he missed turning on his phone and seeing your face.

when he found the date that matched with your message, there was a picture of you standing in a store, taking a mirror selfie. you were wearing a black skirt, converse and a white nike crewneck; your bum length braids were tied half up half down as you snapped the picture, glossed lips puckered and fingers up in a peace sign.

it should be a normal picture, one suna should’ve just glanced over. but what caught his attention was the store you were in. it was your favorite place to shop, and you were standing in the lingerie section of the establishment.

“so we buyin’ lingerie for other people now? are you out of your mind?!” he yelled. he swiped, and there was a picture taken from your room. you were bending facing the phone, the shot only capturing your pouty lips and figure in the black lace lingerie set. your cleavage was on full display, with your hand cupping you right breast, french tip acrylics contrasting with the black lace.

he swiped again. you were in a teal, babydoll nightgown, posing with your back to the mirror as you ever so slightly lifted up one side of the dress, showcasing just a peek of your ass. it was enough to get his dick to twitch, and if it did that to him, he could only imagine what seeing you like this did to kai. suna was fuming. this had to have been the photo kai got.

a dark chuckle left suna’s lips, one that surprised both you and him. you hadn’t heard something like this come from him. usually when he was mad he would disassociate himself from the situation, but he wasn’t just mad this time.

he was downright pissed!

“rintarō, you said it yourself we’re done—.”

“because it’s what you wanted me to say. just like how you said our love isn’t forever and that it was dumb and unrealistic. that’s what you said! so of course i’m not going to oppose.”

“and you taking my phone is showing me…that i’m wrong?” you asked with a quizzical look, taunting him. “because this just seems to me like i’m right. like you said, we can move on. since that’s what you wanna do then let me do it.”

suna felt like he was losing his mind, “are you dumb?” he asked, getting you to blink in confusion. “like have you actually smoked your last brain cell? i don’t want to move on, y/n! why the hell do you think i still come here? i still sell to you?” he stepped closer to you. “every fucking time i try there you are. stupid eyes just calling me back, every. damn. time. i try another girl, i end up seeing you. i want to fuck on someone new? my dick can’t get up unless it’s to you. i physically cannot move on. ”

you immediately rolled your eyes. suna had played this game one too many times with you. went on a whole ramble about how you plagued his mind when you two weren’t together. at first you bought it. the second time too because he laid it on thick. but now? you were immune.

fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me…

“am i supposed to believe that? like i didn’t see what i saw today? because it physically looked like you were capable of moving on to me.”

“and what you’re not?” suna was practically spoon feeding you the attitude you were giving him. “because kai would attest to that.” he waved your phone in your face, still opened on the messages with you and kai. you tried to reach for it, but suna was taller than you by a decent amount so he simply raised his hand, stopping you from getting it. you glared at him. neither of you said anything. you just stared at one another in angry silence.

this always happens! every couple months or so, you and suna part ways and do what is a poor attempt at moving on. it never works out though—maybe will last a month at most, but always ends up with one of you in the other’s bedroom, taking hits of his dab pen and cuddled up, back together once again.

it was like you two had built-in magnets for each other. no matter how far you tried to go, no matter how big a gap suna would put between you two, you would always come back to one another.

so would this time be any different?

[sexy-gummi]

Climbing onto your naked lap. My wett pussy stroking your erection from base to tip and back again. Raising up slightly, hovering over your thick dick, before slowly covering it with my swollen walls.....mmmmm....a mixture of a grunt and grown escapes me, feeling your dick press it's way into to my dark, warm tunnel. And I pause. My pussy contracting around you, adjusting itself, becoming familiar, well acquainted with the shape of you. That feeling is mind blowing, the friction intoxicating. I begin to ride you, experiencing that feeling over and over again with each descent my pussy makes, sucking your dick between my walls further and further each time....until finally.....you touch my soul.....and I EXPLODE!!!✨️🤎

#a wild ride

#plugged in 🔌

[ruelpsen]

Feedist Kinktober 2024: Part II (October 8-14)

Here's the second batch of 100-200 word drabbles! This set continues the theme of involving my favorite fictional alien, the six-tentadicked L/ondo M/ollari from B/abylon 5. On top of the prompts used themselves, below you'll find stuffing, weight gain, burping, dom/sub dynamics, alcohol intox, public play, tentacles, alienfucking, weight-related teasing, magic/rapid weight gain, clothing malfunction, exhibitionism, and cnc abduction play with an actual alien...

If you enjoy these, stay tuned for future batches, to be released on or shortly after October 21st, 28th, and 31st!

Part I (October 1-7) here

(8) Ren Faire 👑 / Plugged In 🔌 “Another drink for you, my dear,” he said, his body then jolting with a hiccup subsequently working up a belch. He took another swig from his big tankard of beer as we walked from the drink stand. “You sure you don’t urrrrrp- want any?” “I’m fine with just the soda, thanks,” I replied. “More for me, then!” he giggled, more than a bit tipsy by this point. He’d had a lot to drink, but still, he’s no lightweight. I glanced around again, hoping nobody might see what we were up to in this quiet corner of the fairgrounds. We found a tree and sat down in its shade, my love leaning back against its trunk to support his increasingly swollen, boozy belly. “Ah, where is it…” he mumbled, setting his tankard down and fumbling around in his pocket for something. “Here it is… you enjoy seeing me be a belchy mess for you, yes?” I nodded. He beamed mischievously, and with that, the plug in my ass started to rumble. “Get through the rest of the afternoon without cumming in your pants and I’ll let you fuck me later, understood?”

(9) Massively Milky 🥛 / Euphoria 💖 “Great Maker, you’re so sexy.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck, pressing his fangs against my skin. I dug my nails into his back as he worked his way up with his lips to my mouth, continuing to grind his ass against my hips as I thrust up into him. The two tentacles in my own ass filled me with pleasure, the other four enveloping me in L/ondo’s lust as they explored my body. Their heads worked their way over flesh, into folds, against the sensitive canvas that is my growing body. He did this to me. He did this to me because he knew how badly I wanted to be his fattened plaything. “You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?” he moaned against me between kisses. “You’ve always been beautiful, darling. But my, how you’ve grown, how much more alluring you’ve become… my fat fucking slut.” Oh fuck. That’s all I could think as I came, as I felt him tense up in me as he kissed me again. Somewhere beyond the heaven of my senses he whispered sweet words that echoed in my mind: you’re perfect. I love you.

(10) Full Moon 🌕 / Containment Breach ☢️ I could tell from the look on his face that I was not supposed to have eaten those… whatever they were in his fridge. “And you ate all of them? The whole package?” he asked. “Yeah? Like I said, they looked good, they tasted good, and I was hungry. I didn’t think they’d leave me feeling so full, though…” He looked at me with a strange expression, one of dismay tinged with arousal. “How many times must I remind you to not eat random things from my refrigerator?” he scolded. “Those are-” My eyes widened as I felt my body surge outwards. The clothes that fit comfortably mere seconds before were now tight as could be, struggling to stay on my expanding figure. I looked up at him helplessly, only to find him staring at me with eyes just as wide. His cocks were beginning to stir under his waistcoat, try as he might to hide it. “What’s happening to me?!” I gasped. But before I could say anything more, my body surged outwards again, leaving me fattened and naked as my clothes practically exploded off me. “You’ll be fine… are you free tonight?”

(11) Theatrical 🎭 / Power Play 🔃 I’m still not totally sure where he got the idea for it, but Maker must I thank him for it. I must thank him again for pulling all the strings to make this work, for finding an excuse to leave for his homeworld with me in tow, for arranging a time and place for us to play, for finding an audience in which no one knew me… Somehow, that’s how I ended up onstage in a sex club, engaging in an explicit display of hedonism and human submission. The show started as a normal dinner, then devolved into a argument over which of our species had a superior capacity for the fine foods of his world. That’s when he would seize me and feed me into submission, undressing me and stroking me before hundreds of watchful eyes as he showed them what a fat, submissive slut I am, letting our viewers use me as some sexy eye candy to get off to. Only when moans began to erupt from the audience did he even consider that I was full enough to be allowed to cum…

(12) Candy Crush 🍬 / Eldritch Nightmares 👁️ “And that’s the… twenty-first type of candy you’ve tried tonight. We’ve still got many more to go. Think you can handle it?” I looked up from my notebook at my crush sitting at the other end of the couch. Empty candy wrappers littered his lap and the seat around him, each one signifying his first taste of the new-to-him treats I’d brought back for him from Earth. “I’ve got plenty of room still, of course,” he said, reaching out a hand. “What do you have to offer next?” I reached into the bag next to me and pulled out a Milky Way bar, passing it to him. He tore into it excitedly, polishing it off in just a couple big bites. I tried hard to not squirm in my seat, hoping he wouldn’t notice how much I was blushing. He’d already eaten a lot, and it showed… “Delightful!” he exclaimed, before tipping his face down slightly and belching into his fist. “I do have to wonder though- is there any particular reason you wanted to share your culture with me in this way?” “Oh, perhaps,” I blushed, quickly glancing away from his increasingly full stomach.

(13) GoTHICC 🥀 / Stitched Together 🪡 “I’m still not fully sure what to think of it, you know. Are you really sure I’m not underdressed? You told me this, what did you call it, Halloween party is essentially a fun costume party- but this is so very close to what I normally wear. What else do I need to do?” I watched him as he dressed before the mirror, buttoning a black waistcoat over a red shirt. The waistcoat hugged his gut slightly more than the ones he normally wears, and the black pants he had on served well to highlight his wonderfully thick thighs. He looked so sexy like this, and the colors he wore only helped to serve his naturally vampiric nature. “The only other thing I recommend,” I said, my voice sultry, as I rose and moved to stand behind him, glancing over his shoulder and wrapping my arms around him midsection, “is to act literally bloodthirsty. That’s important if you’re going as a vampire, my creature of the night. Put those fangs to good use.” “Oh, I will put them to good use…” He kissed the base of my neck, fangs pressing into me.

(14) Pumpkin Spice 🎃 / Alien Abduction 🛸 “My, my, what have we here? Biped, much like myself… at least when clothed. Squirms when touched. Sentient, given that he yelled and fought back when I caught him…” He pulled my shirt up and pants down, exposing me. I wanted him to fuck me then and there, but being as bound as I was, I could only whimper through the gag to express my arousal. “Subject is too skinny, has only one attribute, far smaller than my six in size but increasingly turgid. This would suggest he is aroused by this examination. Hmm, it would only be fair to begin some internal probing, then…” He took off his shirt, revealing the six attributes that already writhed with excitement. One pulled away the gag and snaked its way into my mouth, another wrapping around my dick. The other four caressed and explored my body. And goodness, was he already quite excited himself- within moments, he released a large load of his sweet, thick cum into my mouth. I swallowed heartily, then belched around his cock. “My, a vibrating orifice- I think this hole was meant to be fucked! As for the attribute, time to test how sensitive it truly is…”

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #8

Ren Faire 👑 / Plugged In 🔌

“I don’t know about this one,” says Falin as Marcille laces the corset for her. “It’s making me itch. I think it’s pressing my feathers in too hard.”

Marcille pauses. Outside the rough curtain of the dressing stall, the festival roars on jovially — cheers from the jousting matches, drunken off-key singing, clouds of happy chatter and laughter among friends — but it all dulls with Falin back in front of her. “Should I stop?”

Falin casts a glance toward where the shop owner is waiting outside the stall. “I don’t want to offend her.”

“It’s fine not to like it,” says Marcille, trailing her fingers through the soft white flocking at the nape of Falin’s neck before she begins to unlace the corset. “We’ll find something else. Maybe someone who makes clothes for kobolds? They might understand what materials will be more comfortable for you. Or we could find a blouse and a loose vest or something, so you’d have plenty of layers to wear, but nothing would be snug around you.”

Falin nods. “I like that better.” 

Marcille carefully folds the corset, then wraps her arms around Falin’s soft, abundant waist and pulls her in close. “All right,” she says against her cheek. “Just give me a minute here.”

Falin rubs against her like a cat, then rests her chin on Marcille’s shoulder and makes a soft sound. Marcille’s eyes flutter closed.

The shop owner hollers, “I’ve only got one dressing room!”

“Oh, come on!” yelps Marcille.

She lets Falin go and shuffles out behind her, and she mutters while Falin graciously thanks the shop owner for letting her try on the corset.

“Oh, shhh,” says Falin, taking Marcille by the arm and steering her away. “She has to do business too. We can’t take up her only dressing stall and then not buy anything.”

Marcille huffs. “I’d slip her a coin just to let me stay in there with you for another ten minutes!”

Falin laughs, and the sound melts any residual or even performative outrage from Marcille. She’s so lovely, and she looks so healthy and hale, so much more like she did at school. Her face is round, her cheeks pink and bright, and she’s eating normally again.

Well … she’s eating … more than normally. They’ve had Falin looked at by every doctor they’ve met even incidentally — Marcille’s personal favorite is the woman wearing a nursing cap they passed from the opposite side of the street, to whom Laios called, “Madam Nurse, will you please take a look at my sister?”, to which the nurse flashed him a thumbs-up and called back, “She looks great!” No one can seem to find anything wrong with her except that her metabolism appears to have shifted, which, given the ordeal her body has been through, isn’t exactly a shock. A few doctors have even said that they’ve seen it happen to adventurers after spending a long time in the dungeons; after so much physical exertion and relatively little food, some people’s bodies hang onto every spare calorie they can take in to prepare for such harsh conditions again in the future.

Falin is definitely one of those people. No matter what she eats now, it stays with her. Her hips have grown wide and plush, her belly overflowing her trousers in a soft, heavy curve. Each night, Marcille settles into their shared bedroll with one hand resting on the round swell of Falin’s side or gently stroking the silky softness of her plump upper arms. Her adventuring clothes don’t fit her all that well anymore, and although she’s been able to cobble together a scant collection of cast-off pieces from Laios, Namari, and the ogre girl from Shuro’s new party, none of them sit quite right, or the material itches, or they’re wrong in some other way. The trousers she’s wearing now are a few inches too long and too wide to stay cuffed, while her dragon leather jerkin has to be worn open since it won’t lace over her generous bosom. The shirt she’s wearing beneath is one of Laios’s old ones, and not only is it spattered in what Marcille suspects might be some kind of blood, but it’s also snug around her chest and arms, and she can tell by the way Falin keeps plucking and pulling at it that it’s making her uncomfortable. So today, Marcille is making it her mission to trawl through the festival’s many vendors until they can find some clothes Falin actually feels good in.

They lost the boys and Izutsumi long ago, and by “lost” Marcille means that Falin grabbed her hand and tugged her toward a display of insects preserved in amber, and by the time they turned back to the crowd, the rest of their party was long gone. Marcille’s sure they’re all off somewhere eating the giant roasted cockatrice legs she’s seen people carrying. A festival like this is probably paradise for someone like Laios. Every other booth is hawking some sort of obscene edible item.

That said, she also promised Falin a giant roasted cockatrice leg before the day is over. What was she supposed to do, ignore Falin’s big eyes and hopeful looks?

They meander along the cobblestone street, and Falin tugs her aside again when she notices a stall selling not only cotton chemises but light breeches to wear beneath. She rubs the fabric between her fingers and makes an appreciative noise, then takes Marcille’s hand and makes her feel it too. The cotton is soft and breathable, and she watches Falin sift through the selections, holding them up against her body to see if they’ll fit.

“Do you know your measurements, dearie?” asks the stall owner, an elderly ogre, and Falin ducks her head.

“I used to, but my body’s very different now.”

“No matter,” says the stall owner, pulling a tape from behind her till. “I can take them fresh, if you like.”

Falin meets Marcille’s eyes. Marcille gives her an encouraging little nod. 

“All right,” says Falin, shrugging off her jerkin and handing it to Marcille. The stall owner has her step behind a thin curtain and then pushes a quill and scrap of paper into Marcille’s hands as well. 

“Mark these down for me, lovie, or I’ll forget as soon as I’ve said it aloud.”

Marcille drapes the jerkin over her arm and grasps the quill probably too tightly. Through the curtain she can see Falin’s shape raising her arms for the stall owner to wrap the tape around her bust, then her waist, then the widest part of her belly and her hips — forty-eight, forty-six, fifty-two. Around her hips, down her inseam, then back up for the circumference of her neck and arms — fifty-four, thirty, twenty, eighteen. Marcille writes them all down, the bigger numbers making her feel a little weak: Falin’s waist is over a foot and a half larger around than her own.

The shop owner bustles out to take a few pieces off the rack, and Marcille listens to the small sounds of Falin’s exertion as she tries them on. From the sound of it, she’s pleased so far, and after a minute or so she steps out to show off. 

The chemise and breeches are simple, but already Falin looks so much more comfortable. The light fabric — not white, but a soft wheat color that’s just a few shades off from her hair — skims over her curves and allows her plenty of room to move and gesture. She spins in a circle for Marcille, and with her eyes closed and her pale hair framing her face, she could be some minor deity representing gentleness, or contentedness, or abundance.

“You look great,” says Marcille fondly. “How do they feel?”

“I like them,” says Falin, swishing the hem of the chemise around her plush thighs. “The breeches keep the feathers on my legs from rubbing together when I move, and the fabric doesn’t itch.” She nods to the stall owner, who’s hanging just behind her. “And she said she has them in other colors in my size, too. I might get a couple.”

“Of course,” says Marcille, taking her hands and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You should have things you like.”

Falin buys the set in the wheat color, in a warm lavender that’s as soft and lovely as she feels in Marcille’s arms, and in a deep indigo that Marcille could just swoon over, it makes her look so luminous. She changes into the lavender set before they leave the stall, bundling her old clothes in the rough-hewn bag the stall owner packs her other purchases in. Then the elderly ogre gives them a tip about another vendor who specializes in “leather goods for ample figures” and they’re off.

Arm in arm, they make their way through the cluster of booths and tents, and Marcille points out the back of a head that can only be Senshi’s several yards away, haggling over some kind of meat she can’t identify and will probably have to contend with eating later. Falin veers off course for a gnome selling scarves made from silk produced by hand-reared silkworms, though Marcille suspects she’s more taken by the silkworm terrarium than the scarves. While she talks animatedly with the gnome vendor, Marcille slips back to the amber insect stall and hands over enough coins for a long chain bearing a pendant of an iridescent green beetle. 

She tucks the necklace into her robe and weaves back to Falin, who’s combing through silk samples and asking questions about texture, grade, and worm diet, and taps her on the shoulder. “Hi,” she says, and Falin gives her a beatific smile, squinting in the afternoon sunlight. 

“Hi! Look at these little guys!”

Silkworms do nothing for Marcille, but she appreciates that they fascinate Falin. “They’re very busy,” she observes, and Falin beams. 

“I can’t decide between these two,” she says, holding up a silk scarf dyed in purples and golds and another in shades of blue, green, and pink. Both feature botanical patterns, flowers and vines and berries, and — ah. Yes. Both patterns also contain bugs.

“They’re hand-spun and hand-painted,” says the gnome. “All-vegetable dyes, set with magic so they won’t run whether you wash ’em in salt water or fresh.”

“I’ll take both,” says Falin after barely a moment of deliberation. “Is there any chance I could take a worm as well?”

The gnome turns her down, but it doesn’t seem to dampen Falin’s spirits. She knots the purple and gold scarf around her hair and ties the other around the strap of Marcille’s pack. 

“Okay,” she says, lacing her fingers through Marcille’s and swinging their hands as they walk. “Let’s look at the leatherwork stall, and then we should probably try to find Laios and the others.”

“Probably,” Marcille agrees. “But I think there’s another important stop we need to make.”

“What’s that?”

Marcille grins. “Melonpan.”

They each get a bun filled with ice cream, and as they eat them together in the shade of a cherry tree, Falin rests her head on Marcille’s shoulder. 

“Thank you for looking out for me,” she says, licking a drip from her bun. “And not in the way that you look out for all of us while we adventure. I mean — I know Laios cares for me, of course, and I know the others do too. But I don’t think it would have occurred to any of them that I might want some things that fit me properly if I didn’t say so directly. And you thought of that. You noticed. And that really means a lot to me. I know I’m not particularly fashionable and maybe the others just don’t think I care very much about what I’m wearing, and — I don’t, I guess, but it’s nice to have clothes that feel good. That feel like me. Especially for my — my new body.”

She ducks her head, cheeks pink, and Marcille wraps an arm around her and pulls her closer. 

“Of course. Of course, Falin. I love you, and I want you to be comfortable and happy. You deserve it, your body has been through so much! I’m really glad that you’ve found some things you like. And I think I found something else you might like, too.”

She hands Falin her melonpan for safekeeping and pulls the necklace from her pocket, maneuvering it carefully over Falin’s hair and around her neck. “There.”

“Oh, it’s perfect!” exclaims Falin, holding up the pendant to inspect it. “Look at the coloration! This is a fig-eater beetle, you can tell by the iridescent shell. They’re actually native to this area!” She turns and kisses Marcille, her mouth sweet and warm as the sun through the cherry blossoms. “Thank you! I’ll never take it off. And I’m going to put a spell on it so I won’t lose it as we travel.”

Marcille grins as Falin, glowing, finishes her melonpan and sighs happily, one hand resting on the mound of her belly. She covers Falin’s hand with her own and squeezes gently. 

“I love watching you eat,” she says with a smile. “You always look so happy.”

Falin jiggles her belly gently. “It’s really nice not to have to worry when we’re going to eat again. I forgot how much easier things are when you get to eat more than once every day.”

“I forgot how nice you look when you get to eat more than once every day,” Marcille teases. “You’d have melonpan every day if it were up to me.”

Falin wrinkles her nose in a little smile. “Good thing the clothes I bought run a little big.”

“Come on,” says Marcille, getting to her feet and helping Falin up. “We should get you a nice belt or bodice or something. Or a jerkin that actually fits.”

That, too, Falin opts to buy a bit oversized. She tries on two adjustable vests, one in her size and one that fits her well on its smallest set of hooks. “I think the bigger one might be better,” she tells a vaguely faint Marcille, weighing the two in her hands. “That way my body has more room to change, and it’ll still be comfortable.”

She buys a belt as well on the same principle, and Marcille stretches it between her arms, marveling at the size. It’s not just that Falin is so much rounder than she is, although that’s part of it too — it’s that she came so close to losing Falin entirely that she can’t help but see it as a miracle that she gets to have even more Falin than she started with. 

“You look beautiful,” says Marcille as they head back to their rendezvous point, having helped Falin into her vest and getting to drink in the whole picture of her. “More like yourself than you have since we entered the dungeon.”

Falin’s smile is sweet and earnest. “Thank you. I feel that way, too.”

The rest of the party is already waiting at the little picnic area where they’d agreed to meet up if they got separated. Senshi, loaded down with bags, is shelling peas into a small wooden bowl Marcille noticed on display at another stall; Chilchuck is busy fiddling with what looks like a new set of lockpicks, if their brand-new shine is anything to go by. Laios is slumped in the grass against the picnic table, legs spread out in front of him, his own round belly cradled in his hands. Izutsumi is perched above him on the table itself, tearing into —

“Are you eating a cockatrice leg up there?” asks Laios wearily, eyes closed. He shifts his weight incrementally and winces, pressing a hand to his gut.

“Yes, and you’re not getting any!” snaps Izutsumi, curling around the meat protectively. “You had yours!”

Laios hiccups miserably. “Don’t remind me,” he groans. Chilchuck snorts from the rock he’s perched on.

“Are you all right, Laios?” asks Falin, stepping toward her brother. 

“Oh, he’s fine,” says Senshi, the words punctuated by the patter of peas hitting the wooden bowl. “He just overdid it on the roasted cockatrice legs.”

“Eating two is overdoing it,��� mutters Chilchuck. “Eating six is insanity.” Marcille pulls a face.

“Oh!” says Falin, brightening. “You also promised me a cockatrice leg!”Well, Marcille’s not about to go back on that.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

WIP Weekend (repost)

I haven't really seen a lot of these floating around, so I thought I'd start one myself! I'm bored quarantined at home and looking for excuses to write.

Send me an ask for one of my current WIPs and I'll respond with three sentences! Snippet for each fic below the cut.

I've also seriously over tagged because like I said I haven't really seen any WIP games so I figured I'd give it a shot.

WIPS

A Desperate Fool 🎸

The Babysitter Chronicles - Max 🛹

The Babysitter Chronicles - Mike

Steddiemicrofic Plug - 🔌

A Desperate Fool 🎸

“No, Nance. I need to hear this.” She looks at him for a long moment. Eddie’s not entirely sure what his face is doing, but Nancy must sense the resolve in his tone.

TBC - Max 🛹

The door shuts in his face, almost grazing his nose. Steve wonders if he shouldn’t just leave. Is she the kind of person to set him up, send Billy or Neil out to greet him instead? She seemed genuine, and this might be his only chance to get her approval. 

TBC - Mike 🚲

Karen Wheeler stands in the open door of her own house, shock etched into her gaping mouth and wide eyes. She reaches out towards what Steve assumes is the wound across his forehead and into his hairline, an angry red from getting the stitches removed earlier that morning. He sees the moment she decides against it, dropping her hand back to clutch the door handle. "I'm sorry, Steve, but Nancy isn't home right now."

Plug 🔌

"Baby," Eddie sighs, "just plug your nose. I promise it'll go down easier." Steve keeps his mouth sealed and shakes his head as he leans further back into the pillows propping him up against the headboard.

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