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[trashytummiez]

Master Kohga stuffs himself with bananas and gets his belly rubbed by his minions.

Master Kohga was beloved among his underlings. But there were members within the Yiga Clan who adored their master not just for his strength but for his looks as well. Many referred to him as utterly dreamy. And those who did tended to be referring to Kohga's most prominent feature.

His big poochy tummy.

The way it swayed with his every bold movement or jiggled beneath the tight red restraints of all Yiga Clan uniforms would make anyones knees weak.

It was certainly the case for a clan member named Haru whose mind wandered when he heard his master call out to him. And with how groggy Kohga sounded when he called for his minion Haru was quick to deduce his master sounded very overstuffed. He could only imagine how bloated that wonderful belly was going to be when he reached his masters chambers.

"Y-You wished to see me Master Ko-"

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHRRRP!!!!!

The young Yiga Clansmans stammering was interrupted by a raucous burp that bellowed from just behind those doors. slowly Haru opened the heavy door and what he saw caused him to blush so brightly that not even his Yiga mask could hide his blush.

Master Kohga was sprawled on his bed groaning with a pile of banana peels just at the foot of his bed. The end result of which left Kohga so bloated that he looked as if he had a mini boulder hidden beneath that skin tight red suit of his. Kohga lazily and pointlessly tried to settle his giant tummy by rubbing as much of it as he could reach but his belly was so massive he could barely reach any of it.

The master lazily looked past his giant girth and saw his minion at the doorway still as a statue and felt his eyes beneath his mask peering at that enormous belly of his.

"Unnngh...are you gonna gawk all day or are you gonna do your job...? Urf..." Master Kohga groggily called out to Haru then huffed breathlessly.

Haru quickly made his way to his masters side and heard that huge stomach churning harder and noisier than the brewing pots in one of their elixir chambers. His face only grew redder and redder when Kohga brought a fist to his masked mouth and gave a huge closed-mouth burp that actually pushed his mask out slightly and rumbled even louder than his giant belly did. Then Kohga gave another deep closed mouth burp after that and a lower one right after.

It was all music to Haru's ears.

"...Wh-What would you like me to do master?"

A thick groan emanated from Kohga's belly as soon as he heard the question to Kohga's obvious inquiry. The utterly bloated ninja master rolled his eyes beneath his Yiga eye mask and slapped his hand down over the side of his chunky belly as hard as he could. It sloshed immensely beneath his palm and caused his prominent girth to ripple heavily, similar to a like-like.

The slap also caused a huge gas bubble to work its way up Kohga's throat in time for his response.

Rrr-RUUUUUUUUUUUUBBBB!!!!!!

As if Master Kohga couldn't be any hotter for Haru watching him slap his fat belly as hard as he could and burp out his demand nearly made Haru faint on the spot.

But if he did someone else would take his job and he wasn't going to let anyone else have the pleasure. So the young ninja hopped onto Kohga's bed and sat before that giant tummy and very quickly started rubbing it. Both Haru and Master Kohga shuddered at the exact same time his lean fingers began to run across that huge mound of spandex-clad blubber. Kohga's tummy was so fat that Haru's hands actually sank a little into his blubber when he rubbed. And there was so much belly to rub that Haru had to practically lean against the belly as though he were hugging a big beanbag chair.

Kohga groaned pleasurably and rolled his head back with a pleased sigh. He let his arms drop to his sides while the young Yiga Clansmen rubbed all over his vast belly with eager attentiveness. The heavy ninja master curled his toes in his boots when he felt Haru's fingers really clutch at his belly fat and knead into it like a baker would a giant mountain of dough.

"Unnnnnf...no one rubs this thing better than you I swear..." Master Kohga praised through his euphoric bliss and punctuated his praise by patting the side of his belly heartily making it wobble with each pat he gave.

"It is my honor master," Haru said with a respectful bow of his head that did absolutely nothing to mask his clear arousal which only made Kohga snicker drunkenly and made his giant tummy jiggle with his amused chortles.

Haru leaned himself right up against Kohga's huge plushy stomach and sank into the thick fat across Kohga's stomach. He almost shuddered at the realization of sinking slightly into his masters wonderful belly. His face was concealed by his mask same as Kohga but his body language said it all. Haru was in heaven.

The skinny little ninja rigorously rubbed the giant belly of the big fat ninja master. If kohga's eyes were visible they'd be rolling to the back of his head. In fact the way he panted made it almost look like his tongue would be hanging out of his mouth if not concealed by his mask. That's how good Haru's rubs were getting the way his palms were groping every inch of that wonderfully huge ball of fat hanging from his torso.

Haru reached over and kneaded his hand into the lower center of Kohga's fatty tummy. It was so thick and blubbery that his hand sank even deeper into Kohga's belly fat than any other part of his stomach. But it was also where Haru could feel Master Kohga's rather deep belly button. And because he was all too eager to indulge he pushed his fingers into Kohga's navel making them sink into Kogha's belly fat and belly button at the same time.

Master Kohga moaned heavily from having his navel fondled by his underling. The way Haru was kneading into the center of his tummy was growing more rigorous. Haru really pushed into that thick layer of fat which made that giant churning tummy gurgle even louder than ever.

Though Haru may have been kneading into Kohga's navel too hard because he pushed down enough that a huge gas bubble wormed its way up Kohga's chest. A thick burbling erupted from his throat and rose higher and higher until the fat ninjas cheeks puffed out underneath his Yiga Master mask. Then he threw his head back and released the loudest burp Haru had ever heard. One which blared all throughout Kohga's quarters and made his fat tummy ripple for several seconds.

HHHHHHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Master Kohga sighed heavily in relief. "Gaaaaahhh...that felt good," he moaned and gave his immensely fat belly a few hearty slaps which made it ripple and slosh like it was full of jelly. He looked over his massive tummy and saw Haru leaning there stunned still. Kohga snickered which made his tummy jiggle some more. He could practically see the steam radiating from the Yiga footsoldiers masked face.

To rile his minion up even further Kohga grabbed the sides of his gelatinous tummy and jiggled it around right before Haru's eyes.

"Boy listen to this thing. All those bananas really do a number on me don't they," Master Kohga teased.

The sight of his fat master shaking his huge blubbery tummy around nearly gave Haru a heart attack. He couldn't help shove his hands right into that giant paunch eager to feel more of that fat in his hands and even more eager to hear Kohga burp again.

His efforts were swiftly rewarded by Kohga releasing an explosive burp which reeked of the sweet stench of digested bananas. Kohga's belly rippled like it was a waterbed both from the release and from the sudden shove Haru's hands gave his middle.

"You're incredible Master Kohga..." Haru said fondly while he reached up and eagerly slapped the side of Kohga's belly which made it wobble with each hearty slap he gave.

The slaps also dislodged another enormous throaty burp from the bloated ninja master as well. It was followed by another harsh burp right after that.

BBBBAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHPPP!!!!!!

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRHHHPPP!!!!!

It was like all of Haru's fetish-fueled fantasies had come to life all at once. His beloved Master Kohga was sprawled and overstuffed on his bed even fatter than Haru had ever imagined seeing him. And the surplus of bananas that Kohga gorged on made his tummy so incredibly gassy and noisy that Haru was squeezing and slapping out one incredibly powerful burp after another.

Haru couldn't describe the way Kohga's tummy felt in his hands. The thick doughiness he felt when he let his hands sink into Kohga's belly fat. Or the way it rippled in his hand each time Kohga allowed him to slap it so heartily. He would fondle and play with Kohga's belly all night long if the master would allow it.

But Master Kohga for his part simply snickered and kicked back so Haru could keep kneading into his tummy. He was so fat that the rougher treatment of his tummy didn't bring any discomfort. In fact he found he quite enjoyed the feeling of his tummy rippling and quivering with each smack Haru gave it and the tender and firm kneading he gave. Though it was exhausting for the fat ninja to be burping so much. Haru's every press and slap successfully dislodged one tonsil quivering burp after another.

So in order to satiate his thirsty little minion Master Kohga sat up as best as that massive ball of fat weighing him down would allow him. Then Kohga wrapped his burly arms around Haru and hugged him as hard as he could right against his big blubbery belly. Haru's body sank into the masters tummy fat which also made a rush of gas that was still brewing in his stomach force its way up Kohga's throat.

This time instead of throwing his head back Master Kohga burped as loud and as long as he could right in Haru's face.

BBBRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOOOOOORRRRRHHHHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even with his mask covering his face and Haru's mask covering his own face the sheer force of that burp blasted over Haru to nearly blow his mask clean off. Kohga's banana breath wafted over Haru as he sat there against Kohga's belly utterly stunned. It wasn't the most pleasant way to enjoy the aroma of bananas but it was still somehow intoxicating for Haru. Though that might have had something to do with the source.

Master Kohga sighed over Haru and smacked his lips beneath his mask. "Ahhhh much better," he said teasingly and gave his tummy a light smack which unintentionally made the bloated ninja master give a deep closed-mouth burp that he blew to the side.

"...M-Master...c-could you...?"

One didn't need to be able to see Kohga's face to sense him rolling his eyes at how shamelessly thirsty some of his underlings could get. "Fine but my throat's starting to hurt so ease up after this okay?"

His arms tightened around Haru. Kohga squeezed his minion against his bulbous belly once more which made the overweight clan leader let rip another big closed-mouth burp that Haru could hear very plainly rumbling in Kohga's spandex-clad cheeks. Then an even bigger one followed that Kohga almost let out altogether.

HHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRLMHP!!!!

MMMMRRRRRRRLLMMMHHHPP!!!!!!!!!

Kohga grunted then instead of blowing the gas away blew it all over Haru's mask-clad face.

"Ungh. There. Happy?"

All Haru could do was nod absentmindedly.

Kohga grinned and released Haru from his grip. "Good!" He said and lazily flopped backwards which caused his immensely stuffed tummy to slosh around from the heavy thud of his back hitting his mattress. "You can keep rubbing then. Keep it up and I'll try'n give you a few more burps for your troubles. Sound fair?"

Haru had already been rubbing for who knows how long. And yet he was already right back to firmly massaging that ample tummy with the same eagerness as a child about to go to a toy store. "Master you are truly the most generous and wonderful leader our clan has ever known..."

Master Kohga snickered some more at the easy praise which made his tummy jiggle again. "Tell me something I don't know."

Then he was off to basking in more belly rubs from a deliciously loyal little follower.

#kink fic #master kohga #oc #belly kink #fat play #overweight #belly sloshing #belly rub #tummy noises #kinkteasing #burping #burp kink #gassy #burp play #i ship it #gay #legend of zelda #botw #yiga clan #hyrule warriors

[amanofhamm]

K. Rool orders one of his kremlins to rub his golden gut after devouring a huge feast.

"Mrraaaaah...what a feast," King K. Rool groaned while lumbering into his throne room. The fat scaly 'king' cradled his obscenely huge gut while it churned and groaned heavily from how full he was. It was so immensely bloated that it jiggled and sloshed with each heavy step the fatso took.

Upon reaching his throne, the bloated tyrant immediately flopped down onto his seat while his impossibly fat belly flopped down with him with a rich sloshing noise. And almost as soon as his thick rump hit his wide, cushioned seat, K. Rool punctuated his fullness with a huge belch that rumbled out of the croc so forcefully it made his belly jiggle.

"HHHUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHP!!!!!!!!!"

When it ended, K. Rool sighed with relief and let his thick, slimy tongue hang from the corner of his maw. He slumped his thick rump down onto his throne while his massive, golden gut spilled past his thick thighs. The big fat crocodile needed a "pick me up" after yet another failed attempt on taking down that dreaded monkey and his ape pals. And nothing brightened a glutton's mood quite like lots of food. So, K. Rool had gorged himself on a meal that could've fed a dozen kremlins. The end result of which left the wicked croc so bloated that his giant belly was spilling towards his knees.

K. Rool rested his scaly palm over his overstuffed gut and tried to rub it all over. He marveled at the sight of his belly, so weighty in its girth, so big and perfectly round. He lapped his scaly chops contently and gave his gut a proud smack, making it ripple beneath his palm while the golden side of his belly wobbled like one solid, armored mass over its blubbery, scaly sides.

"...Y-Your highness?" called out a small, anxious voice.

K. Rool lazily looked up and saw that the kremlin responsible for him being so utterly bloated had quickly stepped into the throne room. It was a young, thinner-looking kremlin with purple scales and a chefs uniform. He timidly tapped his claws together and smiled up at K. Rool.

"...W-Was your meal to your satisfaction?"

K. Rool's giant, blubbery belly gave an intense groan, like that of a washing machine overloaded to the brim, making K. Rool's gut jostle from the force of it. In response, the hedonistic crocodile slapped his belly hard and loudly belched out his reply to the chef.

"YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!"

The meek-looking kremlin's purple-scaled face turned beat red watching the fat king of kremlins carelessly burp that single word out. It was such a crude display unbecoming of anyone who called themselves a king. And was just one of a billion reasons why the chef adored K. Rool so much.

He tugged at his collar and gave a smile back. "I-I'm very pleased to hear that, your h-highness..."

K. Rool smirked and slumped back in his seat, making his belly spill out even more. He beckoned his chef with a single index claw. "Come here, Fitz."

Fitz the kremlin chef again tugged at his collar and adjusted it in an anxious fashion. He meekly trotted over to K. Rool's side. Once there, he was utterly unable to take his eyes off of that giant belly, stretched out to impossible widths and churning so noisily that the gaseous sounds of K. Rool's digestive system were drowning out his thoughts. Nor could Fitz hide the intense blush on his cheeks.

K. Rool looked back at his chef and smirked. "Well? Are you going to rub or are you going to gawk all day?"

Fitz's brain froze when K. Rool said that. It hadn't fully registered his kings order. "I-I beg your pardon...?"

"Did I not make myself clear?" K. Rool said with a grin and a growl.

So, to make himself loud and clear, he grabbed Fitz by the back of the head and pulled him right up to his maw just in time for another pressure pocket to work its way up K. Rool's thick throat.

"RRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB!!!!!!!! UUUURRRRRRRRUUUUUUHP!!!!!!!"

K. Rool forcefully belched out the word "rub" right in Fitz' face, until a deep afterburp rolled right after that. The force of his stomach gases pelted Fitz' face enough that if kremlins had any hair, it would've been frazzled.

The young chef croc's eyes were so wide they almost resembled golf balls. His face, slightly stained with spittle, was so red that it looked as if he'd just eaten a ghost pepper.

Once his brain had 'rebooted,' he couldn't be pried off of K. Rool's belly. The chef immediately rushed over to the front of the throne, facing that giant golden belly directly, and proceeded to rub his little scaly hands all across that thick, scaly fat.

K. Rool snickered then sighed contently while Fitz' hands roamed over every bit of that giant globular gut of his. The golden part of K. Rool's stomach felt solid and stiff, not unlike armored scales. It wasn't armor, of course, and as such, still had some softness and give to it. When Fitz' hands really kneaded into the center of K. Rool's belly, his palms sank a little into the golden surface.

And when he started fondling K. Rool's solid outie of a navel, stroking the top of it and pressing into it with his palm, K. Rool shuddered with delight.

The little kremlin bit his lower lip and eagerly ran his hands across the far more blubbery and fatty sides of K. Rool's gut. When his hands roamed the scalier, greener sides of that chunky stomach, they sank into K. Rool's almost generous amount of doughy belly fat. It felt so oddly pleasing to the touch for Fitz, on top of just deeply riling him and his none-too-subtle fetishes up.

He kneaded small circles into the soft, blubbery sides of K. Rool's belly. Experimentally, he gave the side of K. Rool's massive stomach a hearty pat, just to feel it. The way that unbelievably fat belly rippled beneath his palm or the intensely rich slosh he heard emanating from inside K. Rool's gut was indescribable.

"...Y-You're incredible, my lord..." Fitz praised, slapping K. Rool's belly again and shuddering at the ripple it gave.

K. Rool hiccuped from the heavy pat and lapped his lips smugly at his subordinate. "I know," he said without a modicum of modesty.

Fitz continued rubbing his hands all across that belly. All the while, his mind was racing at just how fat King K. Rool really was. He grabbed at some hearty handfuls of scaly belly fat and jostled it around. His palm ran to that incredibly hefty underbelly. There, he pushed his palms into K. Rool's lower gut and actually struggled to even heave such a monumental belly up.

The press alone caused a thick burp to rumble inside of K. Rool's clenched jaws and puffed out his scaly cheeks. But when Fitz released K. Rool's belly and caused it bounce heavily down into place, slapping against the throne and hitting his thighs heavily, K. Rool couldn't help letting out a thunderous belch that rumbled all throughout his throne room.

"BWWAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRR-HHUUUUUUUURRRRROOOOORRRREEEEEEEERRRRRRHLLLP!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The sheer force of that eructation caused Fitz' bones to rattle in place while K. Rool let loose for several seconds straight. His beanbag chair of a belly jostled intensely from the volume of gas evacuating his gut all at once.

Once it ended, K. Rool palmed his thick chest and worked out a sharp afterburp, then a much softer one after that. He grunted and flashed a grin at his intensely blushing chef.

Fitz was a complete mess at that point. "G-G-G-Good one, your h-highness..." he praised in a deeply flustered manner while mindlessly pushing into K. Rool's belly, hoping to hear another gloriously thick eructation from the heavy crocodile king.

K. Rool flashed a teasing and toothy smirk at the young chef.

"You have issues, kid..." he said teasingly.

But then he indulged the chef further by reaching down and practically hugging him right against his flabby belly. The little kremlin sank a great deal into K. Rool's monumental belly fat. And of course, the added pressure forced a great deal of gas up K. Rool's throat, which he very aggressively belched out as loudly as he could.

"BRRRUUUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOORRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-HHHAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRLP!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

K. Rool gave his biggest belch yet, blasting out of the croc so loudly that any kremlin within two hundred yards could heard the crude eructation bellowing from the belly of the beast. What was more was that K. Rool let rip that colossal eructation right in Fitz' general direction for a staggering ten plus seconds straight. It petered out halfway in, only for K. Rool to squeeze Fitz against his belly even harder to force the rest of the gas out of his system.

When it ended, K. Rool sighed heavily, breathing his warm, stinking breath down over Fitz' furiously flushed face.

"Grraaaaaaahhh...heh, that had to be a new record..." K. Rool moaned with serious relief. He nudged his statue-stiff chef teasingly. "Keep rubbin' and maybe you can help me top that record. Whadduya say?"

Fitz was certain he was going to be flustered to death at this point. And honestly, as he vigorously resumed rubbing that gelatinous belly, he couldn't think of a better way to go...

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[belliesandburps]

*Whispers*

Dazai.

God of Gas / Belch King / Burp Factory / Ye Olde Gasbag / No Thanks / Who?

Dabi is one of my biggest kink crushes in MHA. He also, canonically, has a very weak stomach, getting really queasy by turbulent driving and making comments about how things make him wanna puke. Dabi's body is also incredibly warm and turbulent all its own.

As such, I think it's fair to say that Dabi has an incredibly hyperactive stomach, wherein it's always kind of just churning. And the combination of his own abnormal body heat makes it so Dabi's stomach is constantly producing gas and creating just a bit of mild pressure.

Because of that, I think Dabi is naturally just really gassy. Most of the time, he'll just very casually muffle a series of pretty thick belches if he's too active or if he's feeling nauseous. Dabi gets queasy often, so to settle his gut, he burps a lot to ease as much pressure in his belly as he can to avoid throwing up. Sometimes, he gets so gassy he'll just let rip this incredibly thick, lengthy belch that leaves him gasping breathlessly or even drooling a little.

In one of the mobile games, Dabi talks about how stuffed he is if you feed him too much. So I imagine he can get pretty gluttonous. If he ate something really heavy and made himself nice and bloated, then Dabi's body heat causes him to digest his heavy meal faster, which produces insane gas, which Dabi will absolutely not hold back. He'll grip his gut, tilt his head back and burp incredibly hard and frequently. They aren't as loud as others in MHA, but they tend to be throatier, lengthier, and often more wet due to his natural nausea.

Dabi's also very canonically shameless, so if he burps, he won't make any comments. He'll just let it rip, sigh or grunt, and idly rub his belly, occasionally rubbing harder to coax out another one. For him, he's just looking for momentary relief. If anyone like Toga ever comments on it, Dabi will just tell to shut up since she burps too. If he hears Shigaraki let out a thick belch, Dabi will smirk and make it a point to burp even louder since, canonically, Dabi is very competitive with Shigaraki, even joking that he'd get a higher kill count than Shigaraki in the MLA fight.

If he finds out his S/O is into burps, he'll just scoff and talk about how stupid that is, but nonetheless burp in their face and keep calling them a weirdo. He's simultaneously kinkshaming and kinkteasing at the same time, which is fitting for him. :P

I also canon that Dabi's a big smoker, digging vaping more than traditional cigarettes like Twice. And I think he often inhales a lot of vape smoke and will burp it out from time to time. With an S/O who's into it, he'll grab them by the head and burp vape smoke all over their face, or give a really deep muffled belch and slowly blow his gas and smoke back all over their face and smack his lips, asking if they can pick up the flavor of his vape pen.

(I dunno how vaping works. I'm in my mid thirties, shut up. XD)

((Also, looking back, I misread that as Dabi.  Sorry about that.  Got no clue who Dazai is though, soooo...there you go...  ‘XD))

#burp kink #burping #lots of burping #dabi #belch rankings #nausea #emeto #indigestion #bellyache #belly rubs #kink teasing #kinkshaming #natural gasshole :P

[belliesandburps]

ok maybe I need to admit that burping jade is my new kink 👀 few people write burp HC about him so do you mind if writing a scenario with reader and a somehow bloated jade? or if you dont write scenarios, maybe just headcanons?

I don't take fic requests unless I specifically ask for 'em, but far as scenarios go, I can imagine the Prefect alone with Jade, who's squirming uncomfortably on the couch with his S/O. He'd have a look of discomfort on his face while his stomach groans noisier than he'd care to admit. The Prefect would look over and see Jade's usually concave middle pushing out rather noticeably against his dress shirt.

Jade would be covering his stomach as best he can, insisting that he just ate a little too much, then bring a fist up to his mouth to stifle an incoming burp that stains his pale cheeks red with mild embarrassment. The Prefect would respond by unbuttoning Jade's shirt, exposing his pale, visibly bloated belly, and revealing that Jade ate a LITTLE more than "too much." It wouldn't be full on balloon belly like Floyd or most NR students. But it would be visibly pooching out and looking uncomfortably tight.

Naturally, he'd try to insist he's fine, but then his stomach would groan again and Jade would bring a fist up to his lips, turn his head and burp heavily into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks as the gas rumbled very audibly inside. He'd blow the gas aside and blush again, excusing himself.

So, the Prefect would help by putting their hands on Jade's belly. And before the twin Leech can protest, the Prefect would begin to gingerly stroke his stomach and get the normally measured man to groan to himself. In that moment, Jade would huff breathlessly and sort of begin to melt on his side of the couch while the Prefect's hand gingerly runs up the rounded crest of Jade's stomach, and all the way down to his softer underbelly. They would let their fingers delicately slide up his warm flesh, almost fluttering against his pale skin, especially around Jade's bellybutton. Then, they would knead into that taut surface, undoing what knots they can feel forming in his stomach muscles.

This action would ease some of the tension in Jade's overstuffed stomach, and result in another pressure pocket audibly bubbling its way up his throat. Yet again, Jade would turn his head and muffle the burp deeply within his mouth. Only, afterwards, the Prefect would apply more pressure to Jade's belly and tell him not to hold back; that he'll feel much better if he lets it out.

The added pressure against his stomach would cause a big pocket to work its way up. And despite Jade's natural inclination to be well-mannered, he'd take the Prefect's advice. Dipping his head back, Jade's jaws would part open and he'd let out the biggest, deepest belch the Prefect had ever heard him utter...

"BRRRUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUURRRRRRCH!!!!!!!!!!"

It would be this hefty, LOUD eruption, one that burbled from the very depths of Jade's stomach and came roaring out for several seconds straight. The eructation would leave Jade gasping breathlessly when it ended, but with it, would come another huge, throaty belch, followed by another one, and another after that.

All that pent up pressure in Jade's belly would come roaring out in a series of throat-rattling burps, one after the other, leaving Jade breathless and even drooling a little from how hard and sometimes painful they were.

At the end, Jade would slump back in his seat, panting and gasping while his distended stomach rises and falls with his labored breathing. He'd be blushing, not used to letting loose like that around anyone, not even Floyd. But his blush would be nowhere near as intense as the Prefect's, who'd lean in close and ask if Jade feels any better.

Once Jade was able to catch his breath, he'd look down at the Prefect and smirk with a more 'in-character' sort of cunning. He'd subtly gulp down some air, lift the Prefect's head up by the chin, then proceed to let out one final, low & lengthy burp right in the Prefect's face, clutching his stomach and pushing down to make the burp as long as possible. Then, he'd delicately smack his lips, chuckle softly and say, "...Much better."

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[belliesandburps]

Been meaning to draw this decadent lad for a while ever since my pal, @twistedtummies2, first introduced me to the series.  Aaaaaand, let’s just say, inspiration struck when trying to think of a quickie I could make for him.  ;)

That and I had to make another “Moriarty eats the rich and makes a pun about it” joke.  :P

#my artwork #hand drawn sketches #moriarty the patriot #moriarty anime #william james moriarty #belly kink #bloated belly #stomach gurgles #indigestion #kinkteasing #implied vore #tight bloat #fuck your hair too Moriarty #it's not as bad as leona #but jesus christ #there isn't a single helpful reference picture on google #throw me a fucking bone goddammit #also while moriarty wouldn't be ripped i gave him some definition in his belly because i imagine he takes care of himself #especially with all the rich meals he consumes #quotation marks don't work in tags #half my sarcastic tags don't have the quotation marks in them.... #why the fuck tumblr #was the bumblr purge not enough? #you had to purge quotation marks too...?

[belliesandburps]

Quick-Fic:  Hot-n-Cold (Aidan x Isole Post-Stuffing Fic)

I’ve been busy with writing the interactive fic, patreon pieces as well as some of my remaining commissions.  And it’s been a good hot minute since I’ve written anything for my OC’s, so I thought I’d write a really short quickie featuring my kinky fire-n-ice duo, Aidan and Isole.  :P

“BRRREEEEEUUUUURRRRAAAAAAPH!!!!!” 

Isole's soft, ghostly white face grew several shades pinker upon watching his boyfriend slump back on the couch and belch heavily.

The boyfriend in question, Aidan, sighed contently and gave his taut, bloated belly a couple of hearty pats of satisfaction, each pat giving off this satisfied thumping sound, like slapping a big, ripe watermelon.  “Gruuh...fuck, I’m stuffed...” Aidan growled, running his hand up and down his bare swollen stomach.  It stuck out by a little over a foot.  His normally tight and concave abs had been incredibly thinned out, now barely visible over the very noticeably distended middle.

His bloated stomach emitted a deep gurgle.  Feeling another burp coming on, Aidan smacked his chest and threw his head back, letting loose another big, throaty burp that sent a small plume of fire spewing out of his mouth for almost three seconds.  Isole’s blush grew brighter at that crude display, especially the fiery part...

“Excuse you,” he teased in his youthful yet calming voice, before sliding over to Aidan nestling up against him.

Aidan blew smoke out of his mouth and right into Isole’s face, smirking a fang-filled, cocky smirk at his younger boyfriend, muttering, “Tch, y’know ya love it...”

Isole fanned the smoke away from his small nose and coughed slightly, blushing...a little more brazenly, and responded with, “Am I complaining?”

To emphasize his point, Isole placed his small, chilly palms directly over Aidan’s taut, burbling gut.  The young cryomancer slowly ran his right palm up and down that firm, watermelon-sized belly, listening as it burbled pleasantly with the sensation.  His hand reached the upper crest of Aidan’s distended stomach, then glided down to his tight underbelly, stroking its smooth surface from side to side.

Aidan shuddered at the feeling, moaning shamelessly as he slumped back and made his bloated stomach push out a little more.  “Ohhhhh gods...” Aidan groaned, smoke spewing from his maw as his boyfriend continued tending to his middle.  “Dude, yer hands are like magic sometimes, I swear to the fuckin’ sun gods...”

“So you’ve said,” Isole teased, patting Aidan’s belly and shuddering at how good each thump felt against his palm and how much better it sounded.

Isole leaned down a little, resting his head against Aidan’s bulging belly.  The intense warmth radiating from Aidan’s flesh contrasted Isole’s ice cold body, becoming this relaxing, almost inviting kind of warmth.  And the gurgling emanating from Aidan’s overstuffed stomach was music to Isole’s ears.  He could hear that powerful organ breaking down a meal large enough to more than comfortably feed a dozen or so people. 

The churning was so rich and intense that Isole could practically envision himself inside of Aidan’s belly.  It would be such a tight fit, hotter than the desert sun, and reeking of brimstone.  He could picture the fleshy yet slimy organ all around him, rippling as it churned heavily, pleased with its meal.

Isole wasn’t sure why his mind always went there, but it never failed to leave him shuddering in a pleased sort of way.  He lovingly traced his finger across the center of Aidan’s belly, circling across his shallow navel.  Aidan bit his lower lip and groaned with pleasure at the feeling.  His navel was always especially sensitive, and the feeling of that cool index finger sliding inside of his bellybutton and tracing around inside of it never failed to rile Aidan up.

“Fffffuck, that’s good...” Aidan growled, gripping at the couch as Isole played around with his navel.  That pleased growl intensified when Isole’s chilly lips pressed down against Aidan’s bellybutton with a loving kiss.

After pulling his finger out, Isole was leaning against Aidan’s lap at this point, using both hands to knead into Aidan’s taut stomach.  His hands groped that warm, bulging belly while his fingers dug into that drum tight flesh.

The kneading caused Aidan’s stomach to burble and churn heavily.

In response, Aidan threw his head back and released a deep, brassy belch.

“BRRRAAAAAAUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAPH!!!!!!!!!”

A small cloud of smoke spewed out of Aidan’s mouth along with his stomach gases.  Isole subtly sniffed at the brimstone-scented eructation and blushed, pressing down into Aidan’s belly even harder...

“HOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRR-UUUUUUUURRRLLLOOOOORRRPH!!!!!!!”

A massive, HEFTY-sounding belch rolled out of Aidan’s maw, causing more smoke to spew out from his throat as that deep burp blasted past his fang-filled maw.  The crass eruption hitched in Aidan’s throat halfway in before the rest of the smoke-laden gas poured out of him with a greater deal of rumble, thanks to the way Isole pushed his knuckles into Aidan’s belly mid-burp.

Aidan gasped when it ended and glared down at Isole with a growl.

“Tch, lil punk...”

“You have to admit, those probably DID feel good to get outta your tummy, wouldn’t you say?”  Isole asked with an innocent, albeit flustered sort of smile.  Just to emphasize his point, his palm pushed down against Aidan’s jam-packed gut firmly.

Aidan grimaced and brought a fist to his mouth, muffling a HUGE burp in his mouth, one which rumbled in his cheeks for a good few seconds and had Aidan squinting hard from the sheer volume of gas rolling up his throat all at once.  When it passed, he breezily blew a considerable amount of smoke past his lips.  Aidan huffed, then thumped his chest, letting loose a deep afterburp, then rolled his eyes.   “...Ugh, don’t fuckin’ say ‘tummy’, dude.  What are ya, six...?”

“Would a six year old do this?”  Isole asked with a sly smirk on his face before leaning down and slowly running his tongue across Aidan’s navel, licking his bellybutton firmly and shamelessly.

Aidan’s grumpy expression immediately shifted as he bit his lower lip and moaned.

“Ngh...that’s not fuckin’ fair, ya punk...”

Isole smacked his lips and grins a flirtatious sort of grin up at his boyfriend, drumming his fingers across Aidan’s tightly stuffed stomach, adding, “Is it my fault I know all your buttons?”  He tapped his index finger over Aidan’s bellybutton a few times to punctuate his point.

“I’mma pay ya back fer that, ya kinky lil fucker...”

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” Isole responded, eager for any kink-related retaliation...

#my writing #aidan #isole #my OC's #my original characters #belly kink #belly bloat #post stuffing #belly rubs #stomach gurgles #burping #burp kink #kinkteasing #arousal #semi-nsfw #bellybutton #navel play

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Photogenic

I got inspired to write a funny short after @squidbiscuit made this cute two parter with Raihan oogling at Piers’ tummy with his phone. X3

Raihan loved getting lunch with Piers.  Sure he had an appetite but when it came to being out in public he always felt the need to maintain civility.  Piers had no problems like that because the rockstar had absolutely no shame whatsoever, not even in public settings.  He could eat until he was absolutely filled to the brim and his shirt couldn’t even fully conceal his stomach and it still wouldn’t stop him.  

And Raihan couldn’t get enough of the sight either in seeing Piers normally skinny stomach get bigger the more they ate at Piers’ favorite restaurant.  How someone so skinny could eat so much so fast, Raihan had no clue.  But by god was he thanking somebody above for the fact that such a person happened to be his boyfriend.

Lunch ended and Piers concluded his meal the same way he always did; by burping as loud as humanly possible and patting his belly for such a satisfying meal.  

“Bloody ‘ell, I’m stuffed,” Piers groaned and rubbed his stomach.

He’d eaten so much that his stomach was fully rounded and simultaneously pushing his tight rockers shirt up while also pushing the front of his pants down on account of his stomach being so bloated.  It bubbled heavily from the sizable meal Piers had just eaten and left the rocker gently stroking it from across the table with no regard for being out in public.

Raihan melted at the sight of his boyfriends burgeoning belly.

Piers rose from his seat and yawned intensely which made his bloated stomach stick out for everyone to see, Raihan especially.

“Yaaaaaawwwhm, could use a nap after all that, yeh?” Piers lazily mumbled mid yawn.

But he was distracted by a barrage of clicks and flashes that seemed to come out of nowhere.  Were the paparazzi at it again?  No because when Piers turned to his side he saw Raihan crouched down hunched low on his knees with his cellphone in his hands flashing snapshot after snapshot of Piers’ belly.  Raihan was so entranced that Piers could see bloody hearts fluttering over the smitten young dragon trainers head.

Piers furrowed his brow and tried in vein to tug his shirt down over his stomach with annoyance.  It bubbled in protest.  “Would you stop takin’ pictures every soddin’ time I overeat a bit...?  Ya know I bloat easy, shouldn’t be worth a pic at this point, mate...”

Raihan continued snapping shots but pulled his phone close to his chest and visibly swooned like he was over cloud nine.  “But it’s so cute on you though...!”  Raihan insisted and then immediately went back to snapping more photos.  He got even closer to Piers’ belly and snapped a whole album of shots from every angle he could get.

This was going to be a long walk home.

The two carried on with Raihan bugging the living daylights out of Piers who was cradling his belly while it digested such a massive meal.  In the middle of walking, Piers’ belly gurgled so loudly that it made the rockstar stop and wince.  Raihan was still in the middle of squeezing as many pictures as he could out of his boyfriend when he heard Piers stomach bubbling loudly.

“Wow your stomach sure is noisy today huh,” Raihan admitted.

“Ngh, give it a sec, Rai,” Piers insisted as his stomach groaned deeply.

Piers wrapped his arms around his belly and lurched forward like he was about to puke.  Instead he burped so loudly that Raihan almost dropped his phone in shock.  But that phone stayed steady in Raihan’s hands and even snapped a shot of Piers mid-belch.  And because Raihan was curious he looked at the photo and saw a bit of drool was shown flying out of Piers’ open mouth from how hard that burp was.  It almost look like a sloppy roar.

“Now there’s a shot!” Raihan joked while Piers just gasped like he was out of breath.  “Hey do that again!  Ya look so majestic!” Raihan joked.

But Piers totally didn’t even need to be prompted because in the middle of trying to catch his breath, he dropped both hands down onto his belly and released another giant burp.  Raihan was able to get a few shots of due to the gas rumbling out of Piers for a few seconds straight.

“You’re so photogenic, I love it!” Raihan hummed happily.

Piers sighed and patted his belly.  “And yer way too soddin’ thirsty, mate.  Ya know that, yeh?”

Raihan smiled with a little blush on his dark-skinned cheeks.  “Well, considering who my boyfriend is, can you blame me?”

“Yes,” Piers replied bluntly.  But despite that he wrapped an arm around Raihan while they walked and tugged him close, forcing his hand against his exposed bulging belly.  The action made Raihan yelp and blush furiously.  “But yer thirsty means belly rubs, which I could use right about now, so thirst away, mate.”

“P-P-Piers, we’re n-not even at your place yet!” Raihan insisted with a nervous smile as he shifted around to make sure no one was looking.

“Best not ferget t’snap a fuckton’uh pics then, yeh?”

To some degree, Raihan was pretty sure he deserved that bit of public shaming.

Didn’t stop him from tentatively rubbing Piers’ belly while they walked home anyway.

...Or snapping a ton of photos with his free hand.

#raihan x piers #raihan #piers #burping #belly kink #bloating #stuffing #belly rub #kinkshaming #kinkteasing #photogentic

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Post-Stuffing Dialogue

Recently, I saw a post being re-blogged that got me thinking about my favorite stuffing scenarios.  One thing I absolutely adore that I think doesn’t get enough focus on from enough kink-fic writers is the way a big eater / feedee reacts to being stuffed to the brim.  And there are a whole slew of different degrees of fullness for that too.  And because it’s been a minute since my last one of these, I thought, “why not?”

So, here’s a bit of post-stuffing dialogue for various degrees of fullness designed to fluster, trigger, and all that beautiful baked-bean footage.  :P

Realistic Bloat Post-Stuffing

The Big Eater’s belly is noticeably bloated; gut protruding out and pushing from beneath their shirt, but it’s a reasonable bloat.  Maybe their pants are unbuttoned and their belt unbuckled, but otherwise, their shirt is still just barely concealing their distended stomach:

“BRUUUAAAARRRRP!!!  Phew!  Man, now THAT was a meal!”  (grins and pats his belly heartily with satisfaction)

“Oh man, I’m STUFFED...” (leans back and tenderly rubs his belly)

(rests both hands atop his stomach) “Ahhhh, that hit the spot...”

(unbuttons belt and slouches back, sighing happily as their gut pushes out a bit more)

(scratches the back of his head sheepishly) “H-heh, guess I was hungrier than I thought...”

(rubs his belly with both hands and smacks his chops) “Mmmm, so good...”

(scratches his bloated sides idly) “So, what’s for dessert?”

“Pfft, you kiddin’?!”  (gives his belly a couple of resounding slaps) “This bad boy ain’t even CLOSE to full yet!”

(grins cheekily and arches his back while pulling his shirt up to rub his bare, taut belly slowly with one hand) “Heh, admirin’ your work...?”

Hefty Bloat Post-Stuffing

The Big Eater’s belly is pushing out by almost two or so feet, making it appear as if they swallowed a basketball.  Their belly is deeply bloated, hiking up their shirt, unzipping their pants, and burbling quite audibly.  This is around the part where they start to flag and are really feeling it, but CAN still be goaded into continuing:

(massages his really full belly with both hands) “Oh man, I seriously can’t eat another bite...”

“Urf...so full...” (slowly running both his hands up and down his bulging belly)

“Mph, hey, I ain’t finished!  I just gottaaaaAaAaaUUUUUURRRP!-mph, (thumps his chest and works up a smaller burp) j-just gotta catch my breath is all...”

“Ungh, dude, I dunno...I’m...whew...man, I’m full...” (one arm dangles from his side while the other slowly rubs his aching belly all over)

“BWWUUUUUURRROOOOORRRUUUUUUHHP!!!!!!  Urrrgh...”

“Ohhhhh, man, I feel like I’m gonna burst...” (slaps one hand atop his ample belly, groaning miserably)

(arches his back to make his bulging belly jut out some more)  “Nngh, would’ja rub my tummy...? (gives puppy-dog eyes) Pleeeeeaaaase...?”

“Urgh, mph, I dunno, man...if I’m gonna eat more, I might need a lil help...” (slaps his round belly contently)

“Orf, mph, okay, I...” (brings a fist to his mouth to hold a burp back, looking green) “...if I eat anymore, I’m gonna puke, I swear to God...”

(contently rubs his ballooned belly all over) “Mmmm, nice...”

(tenderly caresses his bulging belly, tracing his finger right around his bellybutton) “Mmmm, stiiiiiill feels like there’s room for more...whadduya think, hmmmm...?”

Uncomfortably Stuffed Bloated Post-Stuffing

The Big Eater’s belly is so big that it’s now spreading their thighs apart.  It’s big, making them appear ALMOST nine months pregnant, only their belly is a little bottom heavy, sloshing and jiggling heartily, and noisier than a chemical plant:

“Grruuuuuuuuhhhh...” (groans weakly, tenderly rubbing their massive gut with both hands)

“BRRAAAAAUUURRRRAAAAHH-UUUUUUUUUHHHHP!!!!!!!”

“Hooooooly shit...haaah...haah...” (huffs and gasps breathlessly)

“...Ohhhhhh, my belly...” (whines and groans, cradling as much of their domed out belly as he they can)

“*HIC!*  Guh...I’ve...I’ve made a mistake...”

“Urrrgh...I feel like a beached whale...”

“Mph, jeez...lookit this thing...” (grunts and heaves his belly up before letting it bounce back into place, dislodging a colossal belch in the process)

“Oorgh...I’ve never been so full in my life...” (slowly caresses his massive belly with both hands; palms sinking a little into their much softer, sloshier flesh)

“BrrreeeEEEEUUUuuurrr-uur-AAAAAAAARRRRRRP!!!!!!  Guuuh...“

“Urruuuhp...HuuuuaaaAARRROORRP!!  BWOOOOORRR-HOOOOOOOORRRRRROOOOOOP!!!!!!” (belches repeatedly, each burp getting progressively bigger until, with a hearty slap to his belly, he lets out a titanic belch to dislodge the much needed pressure pocket) “...Gruuuuhhhh, hoooooly shit, did I need that...”

#my writing #belly kink #kink-fic #dialogue #kinkteasing #bloated belly #post stuffing #belly play #belly rubs #burping #burp kink #overeating #indigestion #hiccups #writing scenarios

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If you're taking questions and stuff, here's a fun one for you: how do you think different characters from Twisted Wonderland would react to their S/O telling them for the first time about their kinks? (Choose your favorites! ;) )

Leona:  “Hmph, so, the lil Herbivore’s a kinky lil weirdo, go figure...”  He’d constantly tease the prefect for their kinks, but also constantly indulge those kinks and be coy about it.  Say he ate a hearty meal, when Leona was finished, he’d let out a HUGE burp, moan with relief, stretch his back out and give his belly a hearty pat before rubbing it just firm enough to push his shirt up and expose his bare stomach to the prefect, smirking that sly smirk of his and flashing a wink.

Ruggie:  “Shishishi!  That’s so cute’n weird!”  He’d react much the same as Leona, but not be the least bit coy.  In contrast to Leona, who’s seductive and sly, Ruggie is the type to ham it up eeeeeevery step of the way, groaning, saying really exaggerated, fake-sounding things and using words intended to trigger those kinks in unbelievable fashion.  Like stuffing himself to the brim and groaning about how unbelievably full he is, and how, if only someone could rub his aching tummy for him.  Ohhhh, if only.  Yeaaaah, his kinkteasing is honestly almost adorable...but still oddly effective.  :P

Jack:  “H-Huh...that’s...umm...huh...”  Jack would be a bit befuddled by the realization, and at first, be completely unaware if he accidentally gave them kink-fodder, like burping after a heavy meal.  At first, he’d be apologize, but then seeing the prefect’s blush, he’d blush back and be like, “...Oh, right...you, uh...heh, liked that, huh?“  But then, after a moment, he’d intentionally let out a MUCH louder burp and thump his chest, insisting that he just had pressure and totally didn’t do that to indulge you.  After all, it’s not like he CARES or anything.  Nope!  Not at all!

Floyd:  “Awwwwww, the lil shrimpy’s kinky like meeeeeeeee!  8D “  Floyd would be excited to indulge the prefect, because he’d find it adorable.  So adorable, in fact, it makes him just wanna squeeze the lil prefect as hard as inhumanly possible (...and likely would too... ._________.)  But he’d happily play along.  Floyd would chow down, belch loud enough to wake the dead, and giggle hysterically at the lil prefect’s reactions, letting them rub his belly all over while he hums happily to himself, and the more wound up the prefect gets, the more Floyd wants to just hug ‘em dead.  (...and sometimes, I DO wonder if that’s literal with this lovable psycho...)

Kalim:  (tilts head adorably)  “Jamiiiiil?  What’s a kink and how can I give my friend one?  :O “  Yeaaaaah, Kalim is such a pure lil cinnamon bun, there’s no way he’d have any clue what the hell a kink even is.  Soooo, he’d basically be oblivious to it when he indulges them unwittingly, like being goaded into eating way too much, getting stuffed and just savoring a lovely lil tummy rub from the prefect, and remain blissfully unaware of why their face constantly gets red whenever they rub his stuffed tum.  :P

Jamil:  “Hmm, you don’t seem the type...”  Jamil would be genuinely surprised more than anything else.  He may unwittingly indulge their kinks on occasion, and upon remembering it, chuckle to himself and shake his head.  “That’s the sort of thing that riles you up, is it?  Heh, you’re an odd one...”  But he wouldn’t be mean about it fortunately.

Ace:  “THAT’S it?  That’s your kink?  Pfft, dude, c’mon, I thought you were gonna say you were into waaaaaay freakier stuff, like...um...g-gargoyles’n...then there’s a pie...I...I dunno where I was goin’ with that, I’m hungry, shut up...”  Ace would be super casual about it if he found out the prefect’s kinks.  But he’d tease them all the time about it.  He’d down a soda and burp as loud as he possibly could and flash the prefect the cheekiest grin right after, or stuff his face with pie, and whine about needing his belly rubbed...partially to rile them up, but mostly because he overdid it and genuinely needs his belly rubbed, and his efforts to rile the prefect up backfired on the lovable doofus.  :P

Deuce:  “...I...uh...wasn’t aware there was a thing for that...”  Deuce, in contrast, would be more taken aback than anything else.  He might try to indulge the prefect, but he takes everything so damn seriously that he might suffer some serious performance anxiety.  If anything, his attempts to indulge the prefects kinks would only be endearing than attractive...and it’s only when he DOESN’T try to intentionally rile the prefect up that he actually really manages to indulge them, like stress-eating to the point where he’s stuffed more than usual and lets out a large, throaty belch on pure accident. 

Idia:  “...H-Heh, w-w-well...e-e-everyone’s got a thing, right?  I-I was worried that you, umm...were uncomfortable around me......”  Ohhh Idia, bless your anxious, adorably damned soul.  Idia knows full well what sorta kinks people have, and probably has a few repressed kinks of his own, being the internet dweller that he is.  But he’s such an anxious mess that he takes a lot of coaxing just to be physical with his significant other.  He’d be whimpering like a scared puppy the instant the prefect lifted up his hoodie and slipped their hand under his shirt and started caressing his smooth stomach, biting his blue, lower lip and blushing up a storm as they rubbed away. 

Malleus:  “...You humans are a curious bunch...”  Malleus would be curious more than anything else, but because he does genuinely want to be loved, he would try to at least indulge something his prefect was into.  After all, for him, everything humans do is weird and odd anyway, being the outsider.  But he’d be all surgical and analytical about it.  Say he forces himself to drink a soda and belches, he would promptly observe the prefect to see if their cheeks are red or not to determine if his attempts at “indulging their kinks” are working or if he needs to do anything different.  :P

#writing scenarios #kink scenarios #headcanon #belly canon #burpcanon #kink prompt list #kinkteasing #leona kingscholar #leona #ruggie #malleus #idia #ace #deuce #kalim #jamil #floyd leech #floyd #jack howl #burping #burp kink #belly kink #belly rubs #bloated belly #malleus truly is the todoroki of TW #twisted wonderland

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Favorite Scenarios - Working the Burp Up

In kink-fic writing, some of my favorite parts to write beyond character interactions are when the big eater or predator needs to burp.  I think we can all agree that’s gold 7 days a week.  :P

But what makes something stand out is punctuation.  You don’t want a character to always react the exact same way, like ALWAYS pat his stomach after a hearty burp or to always sigh with relief after, because then it loses its punch.  Similarly, you don’t always want someone to just burp like nothing either.  You want the right kind of punctuation for the buildup and moment it happens too, not to mention variety.  Sooo, that’s what I’m here to share with y’all.  Some more good ol’ fashion ‘kinkteasers’ as I now call ‘em for stuffing.  I’ll do one for vore another time.

‘Kinkteasers’ - Trademark ™

Soda Chug:  The big eater in question cracks open a soda or beer, dealers choice, brings the can to his lips, dips his head back and chugs HEARTILY.  He’s taking in really big, ample, and AUDIBLE gulps as soda or beer flows down his gullet at once while his throat throbs with each gulp of his beverage consumed.  Then, after its contents in record time, his mouth is still full of soda / beer, he crushes the can in his fist and chucks it aside just as he gulps down that last mouthful of his beverage.  And after chugging so fast, he gasps heartily, takes in a single breath, and proceeds to let out a HUGE, beastly belch, one with a LOT of pressure behind it, since he just went a solid twenty seconds straight chugging soda or beer, which caused a lot of air and in the case of soda, carbonation to build up in their gut all at once.  And now that he can breathe again, all that air is rushing up all at once.  After it rumbles to an end, he huffs breathlessly, but feels another one coming up.  So he SMACKS his broad chest with his fist and lets out another burp, not as loud, but longer, deeper and more rumble-y.  After that ends, he finally sighs with relief, slouching back in his seat, giving his stomach a couple of hearty pats and muffling a smaller burp into his fist, before blowing the fetid air off to the side.

Competitive Edge:  The big eater in question is chowing down with a buddy, and their competitive streak gets the better of them.  So the two start an impromptu, unofficial eating contest, just to see who can pack away more for bragging rights.  At some point during the feeding frenzy, his friend lets out a pretty decent burp, one that catches them completely by surprise.  But the big eater just grins, subtly takes in a few gulps of air, lurches his head forward and expels a MUCH larger belch, one that’s considerably louder and more forceful.  When it ends, he smacks his lips and grins cheekily back at his buddy.

Getting Stuck:  The big eater could be in the middle of stuffing his craw or doing anything.  Whatever the case, he feels uncomfortable.  His stomach, for whatever reason, just feels heavy.  He tenderly strokes his belly with one hand, feeling it groan uncomfortably.  Maybe it’s got too much air in it.  So, he grunts, taking in a few gulps of air and, on command, lets out a hearty belch that leaves him huffing when it ends, but not relieved.  There’s still more in there.  His face sours, so he palms his flat stomach a few times to try and force up that pressure up.  He gets a few modest burps out, but they sound a bit choppy and don’t have the kind of heft needed to provide relief.  So, he takes in more and more air, feeling his stomach expand just a little bit from the influx of air being gulped down.  Then, his mouth opens and a rather lengthy but unsatisfying belch erupts from his mouth.  He groans both uncomfortably and with dissatisfaction.  Until his gut suddenly lurches. His eyes go wide as he feels it coming.  Then, he holds his belly firmly with one hand, throws his head back and finally lets a massive, deep and ESPECIALLY forceful...”BOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRP!!!!!!!” It has so much power behind it that the ground feels like it’s rumbling and carries on for a few seconds straight.  When it finally ends, he sighs loudly, looking utterly relieved as he FIRMLY pats his stomach a few times both to express his satisfaction AND as if to say “Finally, GOD...”

Making Room:  The big eater is stuffing his face and as a result, his belly is steadily growing more and more bloated the more he eats.  He’s eating at a rather ravenous rate, and as a result, he’s scarfing down a lot of food at once, which brings a lot of air down in the process.  The more he eats, the bigger his belly gets, filling up with more and more food and excess air.  When his gut begins to feel too heavy, his pace slows down a little bit.  After consuming yet another burger, he starts to unwrap his next burger, but groans for a moment.  He pauses and starts rubbing his aching belly with one hand from under his shirt, hiking his shirt up and exposing his bare, bloated stomach which he kneads his fingers into until he expels a hearty belch, one that isn’t super loud but is rather deep and guttural.  He grunts to himself, pats his gut contently, grins, and gets back to his burger.  Then the next one, and the next after that.  This goes on, all while his stomach expands more and more, steadily hiking his shirt up and beginning to constrict against his pants.  Midway into chowing through another burger, he pulls it away from his lips, complains that he’s starting to feel full.  Then a gurgle rumbles from his gullet and up his throat, until another deep burp rolls out of his mouth.  He grunts when it ends, dissatisfied as he shakes his head, feels another one coming.  Then, his gut lurches and he expels a HUGE burp, one that’s both loud and REALLY forceful, to where you’d swear you could feel the table vibrate in its wake.  He groans to himself when it ends, and says that’s better, and goes back to eating at a more lethargic but steady pace. 

Post-Meal:  The big eater has just finished stuffing his face.  The table is now cleared of any and all food, and the stupendously bloated big eater pulls his seat back, groaning as he rests both his hands atop his bulbous, sloshing ball of burbling flesh, thighs spread apart.  He moans about how utterly STUFFED he is, undoes his belt and zipper, allowing his gut to surge outward and get even BIGGER than it already was, to the point where it’s now spilled onto his thighs.  And in doing so, he’s disrupted the pressure festering in his belly, which causes a huge, throaty-HUUUUUUUURRRAAAAAAAARRRRRHP!!!!!! to erupt from his maw for a good few seconds straight.  When it ends, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he slumps back and moans with blissful relief, leaning back in a more relieved state on his chair.

Belly Play:  The big eater is stuffed beyond comprehension.  He’s laying down on bed shirtless with a proverbial boulder of a gut jutting out from the sheer volume of food he’s packed away, groaning miserably.  You rest your head against his mountainous belly, listening to it gurgle and burble away while your hands tenderly caress that warm, soft flesh.  Your head and your hands actually sink a little bit into that much more sloshy gut from just how much has been packed away and is now in the middle of digesting.  You continue caressing and rubbing your hands all over that gurgling gut, feeling it bubble and glorp in response to your treatment.  All he can do is moan drowsily yet pleasantly at the sensation; putty in your hands.  As you rub away, you relax his stomach muscles to make a few soft, low burps rumble out of his mouth.  He’s got more in there though, and with how overstuffed he is, you push your palm into the side of his gut, feeling a pressure pocket get dislodged in the form of a rather throaty and forceful belch, one you could feel actually vibrating in his stomach.  Teasingly, you slap his belly, making it jiggle intensely beneath your palm and dislodging another hard, throaty belch, one that rumbles out of his mouth in a notably rough fashion.  It leaves him groaning and hiccuping lazily.  So you grip that soft, currently doughy flesh in your hands and give his gut a good shaking, making the contents within slosh heartily before his cheeks puff out, his eyes go wide, and out expels a rather intense-”BWOOOOOOOORRRRRRUUUUUUUUUPH!!!!!”  He groans and hiccups again, but you know he’s got a big one stuck in there.  So, you sit up over him, grab his belly from either side, and SQUEEZE down into it, making him lurch and throw his head back until...”HOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAHRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPHHHHH!!!!!!”  That monster of a belch rumbles out of him like the roar of a lion for several seconds straight before his body goes limp and he desperately catches his breath, making his bulbous belly rise and fall.  You just smile, pat his belly lightly a few times and plant a gentle kiss right above his bellybutton, before resuming your more tender treatment.

Upset Stomach:  The big eater either ate something that didn’t agree with them, or they ate something too fast.  Their stomach is perfectly flat and concave, but it’s gurgling rather loudly.  So, he’s complaining that his stomach feels cramped, all the while firmly rubbing his abs to try and relax his aching belly in any way he can.  He looks both mildly uncomfortable AND mildly annoyed at the same time.  Even in public, he rubs his belly a little more intently, causing his shirt to hike up ever so slightly and expose a sliver of his bare stomach from the bottom of his shirt.  He’s rubbing a little too firmly though, because in doing so, his gut groans uncomfortably.  Then, without warning, a rush of warmth comes rising up his throat, and before he can even stop it, his jaws snap open and he expels a thunderous belch, one that’s INCREDIBLY loud but also rather forceful.  When it ends, he gasps breathlessly but barely has time before another long, throaty belch erupts from his throat, and another softer, long one follows right after that.  In public or not, he can’t help but sigh with relief at how much better his gut feels after that, and how the grumbling has suddenly, mercifully come to an end.  He rubs his belly in satisfaction and relief, smiling blissfully with his eyes rested shut...only to crack them open, and promptly realize everyone around him is staring in dumbfounded silence...

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Twisted Wonderland - Burp Canons - Part 1

In between things, thought I’d do a quicky summary of my headcanons for everyone’s favorites in Twisted Wonderland and which ones are the burpiest of them all.  :P 

(Part 2 will include Scarabia, our draconian lad and lil jittery Hades.)

Leona - Goes without saying, but Leona is the best of the best.  No one can eat as much as he can (pretty sure that’s 100% canon) and no one can belch as loudly as he can either.  Canonically, Leona is a very crass, rude glutton, and very infamously, does not care what anyone thinks of him.  So whenever he’s nice and stuffed, he tends to burp frequently throughout his meal and punctuate the completion of each feast he gorges upon with a burp of such magnitude, it would set a new record each time.  Being nice and stuffed is what tends to get Leona to burp the loudest, but he knows how to belch on command as well.  Not nearly as loud but still pretty deep.  Soda will get him letting out some really hefty, almost painful burps, but they’re always incredibly deep since Leona always chugs soda, instead of simply sipping it.  In terms of how he reacts, Leona is often nonchalant, he’ll smack his lips like nothing happened, or if it’s a good one, sigh with relief and pat his stomach heartily.  And if it’s around Vil specifically, he’ll grin toothily, and slowly rub his belly, muttering, “Plenty more where that came from,” to piss Vil off even more, since Vil canonically HATES that Leona is such a crass pig...and also happens to be absolutely gorgeous, since it makes him a perfect model for his photo shoots.  If Leona knows the Prefect is into it, he’ll tease them frequently.  If they’re in bed together, Leona will tug them close and burp right in the Prefect’s face or ear, both to assert dominance but also to tease them and rile them up.  He’ll always follow it up with predatory teasing about how they better get used to the smell since they’ll be smelling a lot more when he wolfs his lil Herbivore down.  If he’s stuffed to the brim, then he’ll lay in bed with the Prefect and let them rub his belly all over, and tease them about getting some big ones out if they’re really good and rub properly.  So, as the Prefect strokes Leona’s big, smooth belly, it will burble deeply and in return, Leona will expel belches so loud that they could easily be mistaken for Lion’s Roars.  Being domineering, Leona will often press the Prefect’s face against his rounded gut, letting them hear it gurgle and churn aggressively while he lets out a low burp or two in their ear, reminding them that they are his.

Ruggie - Ruggie may not be QUITE as loud as Leona, but he’s easily the most talented burper in the entire school.  He’s the one who has turned burping into a damn art form; the kind of lad who can burp out an entire sentence, and with enough soda in his belly, can push out a burp longer than ten seconds if he really pushes.  When he’s full, he tends to let out some really deep belches, and often times, it’s a few in a row.  He’ll burp loudly, huff, rub his bloated belly, and let out a few more shorter but nonetheless hefty-sounding belches back to back.  When he gets TOO full, then his burps become very wet and unsatisfying.  It takes help from the Prefect to get the air out of his belly, usually with the Prefect grabbing his rounded tum and giving it a firm squeeze until a MONSTER rumbles out from his throat.  Ruggie’s biggest belches come from chugging soda.  He was the type who ALWAYS got into burping contests with other predators and, minus Leona, still beats everyone he engages with.  He also knows how to burp surprisingly loud with nothing but air in his stomach.  He’ll gulp heartily, grip his flat gut, and push out an impressively loud eruption.  Ruggie is VERY boastful and proud of his talents.  After a really good one, he’ll pat his belly heavily and grin nice and wide, like a child receiving his first A+ on an exam.  Or if he knows someone is getting annoyed, he’ll burp loud’n proud, then do his trademark “Shishishishi!” snicker before muttering a non-apology.  And of course, if he knows the Prefect is into it, he’ll often put their hand on his bare stomach so they can feel it filling up with air as he gulps down more and more air before belching ferociously into their ear and doing his stifled snickering the instant he sees their face turning red.  He’ll also let them rub his belly in bed while he chugs down soda and starts burping whatever words or sentences the Prefect requests.

Jack - Despite being the most reserved and disciplined of the bunch, Jack IS still an apex predator like his elder classmates.  And he can let out some surprisingly DEEP burps.  Of the three, Jack is the broadest and most muscular of the Savannaclaw students, and since his frame is the largest, he has the most room for air in his stomach.  Often, when he’s ravenously chowing down, air will just build up in his gut.  Jack’s the type to TRY and muffle whatever burps he can, but when they come up, they come up really hefty, deep and rumbly.  Jack will turn his head, bring a fist to his mouth, but won’t be able to hold back a BIG burp that rumbles behind his fist.  After he’s stuffed himself to the brim, he’ll try and stifle whatever burps he can, but there’s often so much air in his belly that he can’t help but burp really loudly sometimes.  Every time he burps out loud, he’ll excuse himself, even if in the middle of thumping his chest to force another burp out.  If he accidentally burps really loudly and unexpectedly, he’ll actually blush a little, excuse himself and turn away to mask his reddening cheeks, which never...EVER goes unnoticed by Leona or Ruggie, neither of which ever let “Fresh Baby” hear the end of it, which only makes his embarrassed blush even worse.  If he finds out the Prefect has a thing for that sorta mess, he’ll be shocked and left dumbfounded, struggling to wrap his head around what the hell could be so appealing about something natural yet crass.  In spite of that, after a while, he MAY intentionally let out a loud burp or two, blushing after doing so since, unless he needs to make room, he almost never burps intentionally.  If he’s really full and the two are in bed together, his bushy tail wags when the Prefect tenderly, soothingly rubs his rounded belly, but the Prefect is a canonically cheeky bugger, so they may press on Jack’s rounded belly from time to time and work a rather loud belch from the young wolf, catching him off guard and leaving him glaring angrily at them, but sporting a huge blush to undo his wolf-like gaze.  :P

Azul - Azul is almost like a mob boss, but also very well mannered and refined.  I THINK, canonically, he has an appetite, but he often knows how to moderate himself since, as a child, Azul was canonically pretty fat and often teased for being overweight.  That said, Azul gets stressed out, flustered and frustrated often, and I headcanon that he’s prone to getting stomachaches often.  Sometimes, he will eat something that doesn’t QUITE agree with him, or caffeine won’t sit right.  And when that happens, sometimes, a guttural burp or two will try and worm their way up Azul’s throat.  Most of the time, he’ll hold them in, but if he can’t, a low burp will roll out of his mouth and he’ll look utterly mortified, blushing profusely while Floyd giggles hysterically and Jade chuckles with amusement.  If the Prefect even HINTS at having a thing or burps, Azul will probably feed them to Floyd...

Jade - Jade is the polar opposite of Floyd.  Whereas Floyd is psychotic, loud, proud and childish, Jade is the reserved adult in the room all of the time.  Since Floyd is strongly hinted to be a canonical pred like the Savannaclaw lads, I think it’s a fair bet that Jade is as well.  So odds are, he has a pretty big appetite himself, but whereas Floyd is the type to ravenously stuff his face, Jade’s the type to more reasonably eat, just a much larger portion than an average person.  It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes, a meal will sit heavier in Jade’s stomach and he’ll find himself periodically turning away, holding a hand to his mouth and letting out a few muted burps.  He knows how to mask it so no one will hear anything, and could burp in plain sight without anyone ever noticing.  The Prefect would have no reason to admit to having any kinks of that nature around Jade as a result.  If he found out though, he’d mostly be amused and remark how truly odd the Prefect is.

Floyd - Given Floyd’s personality and a lot of the canonical stuff we know about him, my headcanon for Floyd is that he’s on par with Ruggie in terms of sheer talent.  Floyd can belch incredibly loudly and push out some really lengthy ones.  He tends to get at his gassiest when he’s stuffing his face.  He’ll let out some hefty belches back to back just to make room in his gut, but when he’s stuffed to the brim, Floyd burps loud enough to wake the damn dead!  Floyd’s belly works pretty intensely digesting his meals since his human form IS just a disguise, and as such, has an accelerated digestive system by design to ensure he’s as sleek as he needs to be if he ever goes to his true merman-eel form.  This tends to leave a lot of residual air in Floyd’s belly long after digestion.  Azul will be in the middle of a serious meeting, and the entire thing will be, but then the meeting will pause when it’s interrupted by a massive “BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPH!!!!!!”  Then Azul, Jade and those making the deal with Azul will all turn to Floyd, who giggles, scratching the back of his head with one hand and patting his stomach with the utter, muttering, “Oopsie!  Sooooorry, guys.  Lunch was really yummy and my tummy thought it would share that news.”  Cue Azul sighing with frustration while Jade shakes his head at his twin brothers’ antics.  Floyd’s also prone to getting really burpy from chugging sodas, which usually result in him sometimes burping uncontrollably.  Like he’ll chug a soda can down, grab his belly and let out a HUGE burp, then another will rumble up his throat, followed by another, then another after that, forcing him to gulp down air and push a really lengthy one out.  Floyd can’t control his burps enough to belch out entire sentences the way Ruggie can, but when he gets gassy, he’ll often burp mid-sentence, even burp out entire words by accident, which just leaves him giggling hysterically.  Like Ruggie, Floyd’s also very good at burping on cue, gulping down air and just pushing out a big one, often times for no reason at all, well, not NO reason...pissing off Azul is reason enough sometimes.  Floyd’s reaction to a hearty burp is always giggling hysterically with childish amusement, especially if the other person gets annoyed...and happens to be Azul.  If he finds out the Prefect has a thing for burps, Floyd will giggle like a loon at how silly his little shrimp is, but he’ll indulge their kink til the cows come home.  He’ll unbutton his shirt and squeeze the Prefect right up against his bare stomach, pressing them forcefully against it before belching in their face repeatedly, getting his thrills from the squeezing because Floyd’s probably got some kinks of his own there.  If he’s stuffed to the brim, to the point where his belly is big and round, he’ll be laying in bed, huffing breathlessly while the Prefect tenderly rubs his round, burbling gut, and letting out one hefty, throaty belch after the other, usually huffing breathlessly and shamelessly after each one, usually with his tongue hanging out of his fang-filled maw.

Riddle - Riddle is very much like Azul, in that he’s very proper and easily flustered.  He’s also very quick to psychotically angry outbursts.  Canonically, he has a bit of a sweet tooth, and probably doesn’t stuff his face, but if he ever eats something that doesn’t agree with him, or if whatever he ate was too heavy, he may accidentally burp off guard, and if he does, he will look utterly mortified...and if anyone dares to laugh...off with their heads...sooooo yeah, Prefect will definitely keep their kinks to themselves.  XD

Deuce - Deuce is a bit headstrong, stern and confrontational with others.  He’s the Dan Akroyd to Ace’s Jon Belushi, and while he has MUCH better manners than Ace, I like to imagine he’s got about as big an appetite as Ace.  He’s far less prone to stuffing his face the way Ace does, but he can definitely eat, and is prone to downing his beverages faster than he otherwise would.  As such, I think Deuce can burp pretty loudly, but much like Jack, he doesn’t do it on purpose.  If he’s eating a heavy meal and feels pressure in his stomach, he’ll try to stifle it, but if he lets one out, he’ll just excuse himself and move on.  Unlike Jack, I think Deuce DOES know how to burp on cue, and that’s entirely Ace’s face.  Deuce is stern, yes, but he also gets roped into a whoooole bunch of crap he otherwise wouldn’t get into if not for Ace.  So that means he’s also been roped into a few burping contests with Ace from time to time.  He finds them incredibly childish, but his competitive side will come out when egged on by Ace, and he’ll often chug as much soda as he can to push out the biggest burp he can manage almost out of spite.  He doesn’t think burping is a big deal, and if he NEEDS to burp, he’ll burp, but he has good manners and will at least excuse himself.  If the Prefect tells him that they’re into it, he’ll be completely dumbfounded and just move on, since he’s a bit more stern than Jack.

Ace - Ace is canonically loud, boastful, cheery, cocky and a big eater.  One of his voiced lines of dialogue is complaining about being STUFFED from eating way too much pie.  Soooo it stems to reason that Ace can belch like a champ.  He’s not nearly as good as Ruggie or Floyd, but he can let out some really big ones.  Ace is the type to stuff his face when surrounded by lots of food, and usually, after a meal is finished, he’ll let out a huge burp to express his satisfaction.  Sometimes, after a hefty lunch, he’ll be walking with Deuce and just burp loudly, before patting his belly and talking about how great lunch was.  If Deuce or anyone around him gets annoyed, Ace is the kind of troll who will grin, apologize, then let out a HUGE belch right after to piss off the person who complained in the first place.  Ace does not have table manners whatsoever.  He’ll greedily stuff his face, chug his soda with hearty gusto, and belch like a pig freely, loudly and VERY proudly.  Every time he has a soda in his hands, you can guarantee Ace’ll be letting out a couple of impressive burps just because.  And you better believe that Ace knows how to burp on cue.  He’ll gulp down a lot of air and push a really big burp out, or he’ll just take in little gulps and burp them right back up.  He doesn’t know how to burp out entire sentences the way Ruggie does, BUT, he is very good at belching the alphabet, and knows how to burp out words or full phrases.  Usually anytime anyone ever tells him to excuse himself, Ace will literally belch out the words “SSS’CUUUUUUUUSEEE...m-mMEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEUUUUUUURRRRHHHUUUURRRP!!!!!”  As such, with how loud, cheeky and boastful Ace is, if he finds out about the Prefect’s kinks, he will rile them up over and over.  If he’s full, he’ll make it a point to ham it up after dinner, leaning back in his seat, rubbing his bloated belly with one hand and groaning, usually hiking his shirt up to expose his bare rounded stomach as he rubs, and let out the biggest burp he can possibly unleash to fluster his S/O.  Or he’ll give his gut a hefty slap and let out an equally hefty belch shortly after.  Unlike Ruggie and Floyd, in bed, the red-haired idiot becomes putty in the Prefect’s hands because once they start rubbing his belly, he’s gone over cloud nine, too docile and dazed to kink tease any further...unless the squeeze his belly and push a large belch out of him.

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Selling these on my store. Not sure if I should be dropshipping these. Great reviews though!

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[trashytummiez]

Hawks in bed with Dabi super gassy so Dabi kneads the burps out of his little bird. 😩

Warning: contains burps dirty talk hiccups implied nsfw at the end indigestion kinkteasing light kinkshaming tummy aches tummy rubs

"So we gonna get it on or what little bird?" Dabi asked with a cheeky Cheshire-like grin. He was wearing nothing but his dark blue boxers leaving his patchwork body completely bare for his boyfriend.

Hawks was sitting on the edge of the bed also in nothing but his red boxers. His winged back was turned to Dabi and his arm was slung around his stomach. Dabi heard it gurgle thickly while Hawks moaned and caressed it. When the gurgling intensified a thick burp rumbled out of Hawks.

"Unnngh fuck..." Hawks groaned then gave another meaty closed mouth burp Dabi could hear reverberating within his cheeks.

The villains wide grin dipped and he sat up to scoot next to Hawks.

"Tch. Fuckin' lightweight. What the curry too spicy for ya?" Dabi asked.

Hawks gave another raunchy closed mouth burp then carelessly blew the stinking gas in his mouth towards Dabi. The villain sneered when he caught a whiff but scoffed when he recognized the odor.

"Yep. That's definitely the curry..."

"...Unf...ate too much of it..."

"You eat too much of everything dipshit," Dabi said dryly.

He wasn't wrong judging by the way Hawks' bare tummy had a light roundness to it and pooched out enough to push his boxers down a little.

"Yeah but most of what I overeat isn't so damn spicy," Hawks complained while kneading into his belly with one hand. It gurgled thickly enough to make the winged hero cringe.

"It's your own fault for having no self control Mister Hero..."

"Like you have any?" Hawks mumbled back groggily.

"Nope. But I'm also not a pussy who can't handle spicy shit," Dabi said with a cocky smirk.

"Uh-hurrp-huh...you just can't handle driving, heights, anything with soy sauce, anything with milk, oranges for some reason..."

Dabi's grin dropped from his patchwork face the more things Hawks listed. But fortunately Hawks' belly churned hard enough that he had to stop listing things and give another raucous burp Dabi could feel in the springs within the mattress beneath them. Hawks groaned aloud and gave his tummy a pat. It jiggled slightly from its bloated state.

"C'mere dumbass," Dabi droned. He looked even more dryly annoyed when Hawks instead flopped back into Dabi's bare torso. "...Mind the fucking stitches you dick..."

"...My bad," Hawks mumbled sickly.

Dabi rolled his eyes but nevertheless he put his hands on Hawks' belly. It felt warm and just a little puffy in his palms. He applied just the subtlest of warmth from his palms using his quirk at its lowest power so as to not actually ignite any fire. The warmth made Hawks' insides bubble a little more while Dabi rubbed his hand over that smooth protruding underbelly.

Hawks moaned with pleasure while Dabi's other hand rubbed up and down that curved tummy caressing more firmly into the higher rounder crest at the top of Hawks' stomach. It rubbed up and down drifting his fingers across his warm skin feeling it bubble lightly beneath his touch.

That other hand starting rubbing circles all across the middle of Hawks' belly. His fingers sank lightly into Hawks' warm flesh kneading into portions of his tummy while he rubbed it. When Dabi's finger started gliding around Hawks' belly button the lightly tanned hero moaned and bucked his hips lightly.

Dabi snorted. "Horny fucker," he teased but indulged him when his index finger dug into Hawks' navel.

Hawks groaned in pure ecstasy leaning back into Dabi's touch.

Dabi's own cheeks grew lightly flushed or as flushed as they could get with his severely scarred flesh.

It didn't matter. It was clear both were loving this. But while Dabi continued fondling Hawks' tummy he used his fingers to dig into Hawks' stomach kneading into its tightest parts and feeling for any tension. The whole he was rubbing he was trying to circulate the gas stirring inside of Hawks.

And between Dabi's heated flesh his compressing and the rubs stimulating Hawks' tummy it was enough to coax some gas up Hawks' gullet with a thick groan.

So Hawks threw his head back and gave a large spicy burp. It burned coming up and belted out of his jaws hard enough to make his head lurch when he released.

"Atta birdy," Dabi purred and gave the front of Hawks' belly a possessive slap making it jiggle and slosh lightly underneath his palm. It also dislodged another sizable burp from the blond boy. One that made his throat sting.

"Fuck be more gentle Dabs!" Hawks complained and rubbed his throat gingerly.

"Naaaah," Dabi replied cheekily then gripped Hawks' belly more firmly. He got a good handful of his lower tummy and squeezed down against it.

It made Hawks' burbling tummy burble even harder in Dabi's hands. Then Hawks covered his mouth sickly until his hand got blown back with a huge gnarly burp. It bellowed from Hawks' depths so hard that thick drool spewed from his mouth along with the gas.

Dabi whistled as best he could with his limited lower lip function. "Dude that was a big one!" He sounded genuinely impressed. "Let's see if ya got any more in the tank like that..."

He put his finger in Hawks' slightly deepened belly button and pushed into it.

Hawks gave another throaty burp in response to the press against his navel.

Dabi's grin widened and he pushed into Hawks' belly button again.

Another long burp followed. This one lasting close to five seconds. Experimentally Dabi pushed one more time and another low burp followed. One that made him snort in amusement.

But Hawks just groaned until he gave a sharp hiccup. He groaned even louder after that and covered his mouth. Another hiccup followed. He tried holding his breath but it just made him jerk with a stifled hiccup one that made the contents inside of his lightly bloated belly slosh noisily.

The fourth hiccup mutated into a sharp burp at the end. Then Hawks gave another much louder hiccup-burp.

"Jeez spicy shit really does make you gassy huh."

"...And you're-hlp-loving every second of this..." Hawks mumbled and hiccupped. Another hiccup made him give a thick closed mouth burp behind his fist. "...Aren't you..."

"Like you're any less kinky?" Dabi replied instantly with a checkmating sort of tone.

Hawks rolled his eyes and hiccuped again. The constant hiccups were starting to make his throat burn again judging by the way Hawks groaned and caressed his neck and chest area.

Dabi rolled his eyes and gave Hawks' tummy a light poke. "Gulp down some air."

Hawks' body spasmed with a sharp stifled hiccup and he turned to Dabi with a skeptical look.

"Just do it..."

Another painful hiccup got the hero to comply. He gulped down air subtly yet heartily like he would trying to burp on command. It made his gullet gurgle audibly. Dabi could feel Hawks' stomach fill with an excess of air and swell lightly in his hands.

"Keep goin' til you can't anymore."

Hawks nodded and continued gulping until his belly felt tight. When he took his last gulp of air he looked strained like he was uncomfortable with all that extra oxygen filling his tummy up.

But it didn't last when Dabi squeezed down on Hawks' belly and forced the boy to release a gargantuan powerfully loud burp. It pushed out of Hawks for over three seconds and blasted hard enough that it reverberated off the walls and into the mattress springs.

It made Hawks lurch forward with exhaustion before slumping back again. He panted heavily while his tummy rose and fell with a thick gurgle.

"there we go..." Dabi said.

Hawks was busy catching his breath. But he soon noticed that his hiccups were finally gone.

"...Thanks," he mumbled.

"Noooo thank you," Dabi purred. "Wish I'd recorded that one. Oh I'd have gotten some serious mileage out of it..."

"Tch...y'know for such a stoic looking guy you're hornier than anyone I've ever met y'know that...?"

"Looked in the mirror lately? 'Cuz last I checked you get just as thirsty seein' me get all stuffed'n burpy," Dabi replied with an amused grin.

Hawks blushed lightly. Didn't really have a comeback for that. "Is it my fault you look cute with a lil belly on ya? Or that I dig that you can give some really throaty burps?" Hawks replied lamely.

Dabi just grinned. Pulling Hawks closer Dabi took in some air and worked out a pretty decent burp of his own. One he let out against the back of Hawks' neck. Watching the hero squirm anxiously at that made Dabi's grin widen from ear to ear.

"Face it lil birdy, we're two fucked up birds of the same kink dripping feathers."

"...Ungh why'd you have it word it so dirty...?" Hawks mumbled groggily.

"That's what I do best," Dabi said with a grin.

He wrapped both of his hands against the center of Hawks' belly and squeezed it by hugging Hawks against Dabi's leaner patchwork torso.

An intense gurgle erupted from Hawks' thickened stomach. He lurched and covered his mouth like he was about to puke even going a little green when he did. Instead Hawks' hand got blown back as he gave a giant burp which bellowed thunderously past his gaping lips. Hawks' eyes were wide and his cheeks were lightly flushed as more saliva spewed from his mouth in the wake of that mighty expulsion.

It left Hawks panting like he just gave birth slumped lifelessly in Dabi's arms. He was exhausted but looked absolutely relieved. Even his stomach was burbling a lot more lightly than it had been.

"Grruuoooohhh fffffuck I needed that...hoooooly shit that felt good..."

Dabi grinned and gave Hawks' tummy a proud pat. He swooned at how good it felt patting Hawks' belly when it was protruding the way it was.

"'scuse you," he teased and gave Hawks' lower tummy a few more little pats to make it jiggle just a bit. Then he leaned down and whispered in a hushed horny kind of way. "...Now then. Are you finally ready for dessert?"

Hawks scoffed. "You're a lot of things Dabs. But sweet like dessert ain't one of 'em. You're more like after-dinner bloody mary..." Hawks interrupted himself to thump his chest and give one last long burp that left him moaning after and rubbing his chest before he finished his thought. "...Only the salts are bath salts..."

But then Hawks leaned up and kissed Dabi on his lips grinning lustfully at the young scarred villain.

"But yeah. I'd say I'm ready for that mess."

...Hawks really did know how to make Dabi simultaneously feel special and like a bag of sentient garbage.

And he was very oddly okay with that...

After all. game recognizes game and trash recognizes trash.

At least the latter made for wild crazy sex.

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