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xhanisai · 4 years

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SALTING AROUND AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

AO3 / FFN

Summary: Introducing!!!!

The! Ultimate! Salt! Fic! Ever! IN ZA WARUDO!

Featuring Dumb Noir getting taught a lesson about boundaries, Perfectnette getting friends and love interest(s), and LILA GETTING HER ASS HANDED BACK! HOW COULD YOU RESIST SUCH A WONDERFUL FIC?

(All in all, a crack fic on salt fics to bring our spirits up~)

Disclaimer - I've actually only read like one sentence of a salt fic and fucked off afterwards so everything I'm basing off in this fic is purely from exaggerated rumours and gossip about the salt corner THEREFORE if anything here looks familiar or if it seems like I'm taking the piss out of a specific story, it's all just one big coincidence. >:D ~(x)~ . . . Of all locations to settle on for the beginning of this amazing, wonderful, fucking fantastic story, it's established on the Eiffel Tower. Cliched but wonderfully ironic for the phenomenal heroes of Paris. On the beams, higher than the naked eye could see, Ladybug and Chat Noir were... Arguing. The feline hero had his partner's wrist clasped in an iron hold, digging those deadly claws ever so slightly into the soft flesh, piercing the supposed indestructible suit with a creepy grin- "Wait- hold up a second. I would never, NEVER hurt My Lady! Not even unintentionally! And what's with that face I'm making!?" Oh SHUT UP Shit Noir! Let me carry on writing my fucking story jeez! Stop breaking out of character and keep following the script! Anyways~ The skinny, pasty assed hero- "This script sucks..."- -TUGGED Ladybug closer to him, grin widening like he won the lottery as his demonic looking eyes perversely drank in the sight of the clearly uncomfortable looking heroine in his grasps. His face leaned into hers, only coming closer as she tried her best to lean back with a grimace. "Just one kiss Bugaboo~ one kiss won't hurt..." His grip tightened on the appendage, making the girl wince painfully. "Come on Chat Noir...let go! I have already told you, I'm in love with someone else. You seriously need to back off!" Ladybug whimpered, tossing away all her badassery and ability to suckerpunch a fuckboy in the face because hell yeah it ain't relevant to this sexy fic- "You're right Chaton, this script does suck lmao"- IGNORING WHAT THE CANON LB JUST SAID. Ehem. Like a defenseless little shoujou manga protagonist, Ladybug felt tears sparkle in her eyes and pure sadness washed over her frail body before Fuck Noir dipped her into a romantic pose and smashed his lips against hers with soooooo much passion and tongue and teeth and- . What. On. Earth. Oi you stupid cat! Watch where you're putting your hands on the girl! Yikes! What do they teach these Europeans!? Break it up already you hormone riddled boobs! "Oh Minou~ You're so daring~" "Just for you, My Lady~" STAY ON SCRIPT YOU BRATS! Hmph! Carrying on. Suddenly, herculean strength riddled through Ladybug's blood, falcon punching Bitch Noir off her and off the tower, thus HenchBug™ was born. Panting and wiping her lip with her thumb in a really really badass way (YOU KNOW THAT EPIC WAY THAT ANIME CHARACTERS DO TO WIPE THE BLOOD OFF THEIR LIP, RIGHT? RIGHT? ex deeeee), MachoBug swept towards Pussy Noir's broken twiggy body at the bottom of the tower. "You disobeyed me for the umpteenth time, Noir." BadassBug uttered cooly, keeping a blind eye to the growing crowd around her and the mangled up flesh on sticks at her feet. The black and yellow mess didn't respond. "Lo-oooool cos I'm dead!" WE'LL PRETEND WE DIDN'T HEAR THAT EITHER. Anger coursed through Ladybug's veins as all those traumatising memories and moments she had with her horrific partner flashed through her brain like an old window's movie maker AMV with Evanescence's 'Bring Me Back To Life' song blasting at full volume. The conveniently arrived Alya at the front of the crowd live streamed everything on the WadyBwog, babbling about ice cream scoops. "Every time we met up, you'd always make unwanted advances to me. You'd always force a kiss on me. You even slapped my thicc™ ass a few times- once to the beat of fucking Nyan cat!" The hive minded crowd surrounding them 'oooed' and 'aaahed', some snapped a selfie with what's left of the black cat. "Therefore," The sun auspiciously shone behind MariBug, giving her an ethereal, angelic look as she carried on her lecture. "I now deem you unworthy of the miraculous." BugBug fluttered her eyelashes with so much pain as if reciting those words killed her whole generation and their dogs and their hamsters. "Hand it over to me or else I'll force it off you." All of a sudden BuffBug™ was back, bitch slapping CryBabyBug away and menacingly placed one foot on the carcass. "Wow I think she forgot that you're dead Chat Noir," THE HIGH TENSIONED MOMENT REMAINED UNBROKEN AS FAKEBUG- oof- Ladybug rolled her eyes with annoyance at the disgusting boy's silence and immediately knelt down to yank the miraculous off his bony fingers- "Never!" The catboy sprung back to life before anyone could breathe, clutching his hand to guard his ring ferally, froth seeping out of his teeth and fangs gnashing against one another- "Looks like I'm a vampire with rabies now, Bug." "Since when did you have fangs?" "Since two seconds ago-" OH MY GOD YOU TWO! SHUT UP AND LET ME WRITE! Zombie Noir leapt back with a hiss, faux ears and tail twitching with indignation and summoned the ancient destruction power whilst BossBug spun her yoyo around in battle formation, ready to call for her lucky charm anytime soon. Cat and Bug kept up the intense eye contact as that cowboy music from the good, the bad and the fugly played in the background (cheers Lahiffe mah d00d!). "You don't want to become my enemy, do you, Chat N00b?" The heroine spat, bones clicking in place as she stretched her fingers when she and the lad in black circled each other slowly. The crowd and Alya were casually chilling in the background, the latter still narrating about an epic ice cream scoop. "Heh, I won't need to be the enemy if you don't touch MY ring... Milady~"- "MON DIEU! C'EST 'MY LADY'! C'EST N'AI PAS 'MILADY'!" THAT'S THE POINT YOU STUPID CAT! Break out of character one more time and I'll castrate you and feed your teeny tiny *censored* to the dogs! "...My Lady? Is my *censored* small? :(" "If your *censored* was small, you'd never have been able to make me scream at night, Minou~ ;3" ":D"

Regardless! The pussycat feinted to the left before dodging the razor sharp wire of his Lady's (not) yoyo, whipping out his baton (not the tiny one either) and swiftly used it to vault himself away like the coward he CLEARLY is. "You'll never get me alive, THOT!" Was the last thing that small dick energy minded cuck yowled and fled with his tail between his legs. BigBug let out a yell of rage™ and slammed her fist on the ground, branding the sloppy concrete job with a crater as the shockwaves caused the audience to let out a little 'DAYUMMMMMMMM'. "Lol I thought the geezer was dead hahaah! Yo Ladybuggy, mah homie, you and kitty cat did the shame shame already or nah?" Alya, the lil hoe, leant into the heroine's personal space with a crazed grin. She only received a middle finger from the annoyed Asian. (MMmm Mmmm yEAH YEAh trANSiTION so SEXYYYY) Now, it is conveniently time for Marinette's afternoon classes. The exhausted girl dragged her feet up those weird ass spirally steps that could break ankles JUST by looking at them and made it to her classroom, only to pause at the shouting she was hearing behind the door. "Oh boy, time to unleash the kraken..." Silence Adrien! You're not supposed to have appeared yet! Dumb ass blondes these days smh... "HEY! >:0" With a deep breath, the raven haired girl pushed the door open only to be met with what could be best described as a clusterfuck. Tears welled up in her eyes as the remains of her sketchbook (which looked like it had a trip in a paper shredder) was dumped all over the floor. She snapped her head back up only for her heart to literally shatter when she was met with a furious Alya Motherfuckin' Césaire. "Marinetti DupainGhetti. This. Is. Your. Punishment." Alya's glasses flashed sinisterly as her lips curled up into d i s g u s t . The rest of the class mirrored a similar look, acting as if poor little Cheng vored everything they loved and cherished. All except two people. That witch BITCH Lie-la smirked secretly as she cowered behind Alya and the wimp, spineless little shitty Dumbdrien whimpered on his desk, pretending that nothing was happening. "P-P-Punishment for wh-what?" Babynette sobbed, clutching her shoulders as if to hug herself and make her look smaller than she is. She darted her eyes towards the model, begging him internally to say something, anything! Alas, Bitchdrien only looked away guiltily, his thin chapped lips sealed shut. Marinette couldn't believe her bad luck. First there was an akuma attack, then she was assaulted by her shitty partner for the millionth time and now this? "Punishment for bullying our lord and saviour, Lila of course! How dare you make such a sweet girl like her suffer!?" Alya roared, using the power of the seven chaos emeralds and twenty dragonballs to go super satan and pinned Sweetienette against the wall with an elbow. Her hair fizzed with animosity and her eyes gleamed in a demonic red colour- "Dieu...you just had to drag my best friend into this too, huh?" "You'd think this writer is sane enough to know that I'd cataclysm anyone that dared to harm Ma Princesse, non?" "The writer? Sane? Good joke."- IGNORING STUPIDNETTE AND BLOODYDRIEN- Alya snarled, bruising our sweet little angel's poor skin with her brute strength whilst the rest of the class watched without a question. The sausage haired wench munched on some greasy ass popcorn as she watched the show whilst Shamedrien became one with the floor, a perfect doormat for us queens to stomp on. "You tripped her all the time when no one was watching, aggravating her shattered kneecaps. You plagerised her designs, ruining what's left of her sensitive self esteem and dammit don't even get me started on all those rumours you attempted to spread about her, smearing her celebrity status! I've never hated anyone more than you, BITCHINETTE!" Alya harrumphed and then shoved Brokenette against the wall again, possibly snapping her spine and stormed back to her new bestie. "Mon Dieu your best friend just murdered you..." "Mon Dieu my best friend just murdered me..." Tosses a knife at the duo to make them shut the fuck up. Everyone else applauded the psycho journalist for putting Poornette in her place, even Stinkdrien cos he can't handle peer pressure- BAM! . . . "HOW DARE YOU HURT MARINETTE DUPAIN CHENG!" A tall, stern looking boy slammed the door open, scooping Deadinette in his arms and blew out steam through his nostrils like a bull. Everyone le gasped as the girl suddenly turned into Alivenette and embraced the stranger like he's her long lost lover (Aiyeeeeeeeeeeee mUH O-T-FUCKING-P! K Y A A A! EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW JACKSHIT ABOUT HIM). "BELIX BRAGRESTE! You saved me~ Don't hurt my homiesexuals please- they're all brainwashed by the sausage haired girl..." The blackberry haired angel begged, tugging on Belix's sleeves. "I didn't do anything-" Uglydrien was quick to defend himself only to melt back down into a doormat by Belix's dark glare, ripping out what spinal tissue the model had left. "Damn straight you didn't do SHIT." Bragreste swiftly delivered a power-kick against Assgreste, yeeting him to the moon and then turned towards the rest of the f00king class, rolling his sleeves up. "As for you nerds...I'm gonna chop you all up into mincemeat and EAT you all with my spaghetti!-" "I'm here Marinette!!!" Another lad swooped in through the door, hips swaying to the beat as 'Luka Luka Night Fever' plays in the background and then posed! Why it's none other than the obviously best written, best character, best BOY in the world: RUKA COFFEE- sorry, I mean Luka Couffaine! He strummed his guitar a few times, nodding and humming as if he was conversing with the beautiful instrument whilst bokeh dots and pink sparkly glitter floated around him. "Ah~ my guitar said that everyone's being a bitch ass motherfucker to our beautiful designer! Come with my Mari~ Take my hand and I'll take you away from this school!" The lycee student didn't wait for her answer and grabbed the star struck girl oh SO romantically~ "No! She should move schools with me!" Belix Bananagreste snatched Nettie back possessively, just like a cat. It was then that the girl decided that when she managed to snatch the black cat miraculous back from the loser that currently wielded it, she was going to give it to Belix- "Ugh don't fuck with me..." "Shhh. You're supposed to have been yeeted to the moon, Chaton," "Marinette please just throttle the writer already-" AND THEN! SUDDENLY! Erm... Errr... AHA! Suddenly all these people from some furry superhero universe came flooding in through the door, yelling insults and real truths about LIE-LA and protecting my best girl Maribear like a boss! Heroes like Gamien and Dason Bob and that guy and err, the other guy and yeah AND THEN they all began to BEAT UP that BITCH LILA and then- "Oh no she's losing it, Adrien I don't think this will last any longer..." "No kidding!" THEN JAGGED STONE CAME FLYING THROUGH THE WINDOW, JAMMING OUT HIS LATEST SONG ABOUT HOW LILA IS SUCH A LIAR AND EXPOSED EVERY SINGLE THING SHE DID TO BEST GIRL MACHONETTE! THEN ALL THESE OTHER KIDS FROM THE SCRAPPED PV UNIVERSE CAME IN VIA A CONGO LINE AND MARINETTA DECIDED TO GIVE THEM THE OTHER MIRACULOUS COS WHY NOT!? AND THEN CHLOE BECAME MARINETTE'S NEW BFF COS HELL YEAH I LOVE VIBING WITH PEOPLE WHO BULLIED ME AND MY PEERS FOR FOUR YEARS STRAIGHT AHAHAAHAH QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS- "Adrien, I'm going to kill her. She needs to stop." "Go on then~" AND THEN! AND FUCKING THEN! SCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!!!!! . . . [Error 404: The following writer has unfortunately met her demise through unknown means. We apologise for any inconveniences. Please keep scrolling as we clear up the mess. Have a good day.] . . . "Huh...that was anticlimactic...now what?" "You go off snogging my rejected predecessor and the guitar boy? >:(" "As if I'd go for anyone other than my silly kitty!" ":D" . . . ~(x)~ A/N: I am never EVER writing anything this cursed AGAIN! How can you bash anyone but the villains in this series!? Damn! I can't even say I'm sleep deprived! This is the most fucked up shit I've written and I'm super alert oof!

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garbage-human-bean · 5 years

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i want BIG BELLIED KEITH CONTENT

there’s literally close to nothing out there including tummy kinks for keith. there’s so many hc’s to build from and opportunities missed... the 3 followers i have would know i love just about anything that gives a character a tummy.

keith doesn’t know that galran biology means males can get pregnant in litters. for the first six months he’s horny and moody and gaining for what he thinks is no reason. turns out he has six kits in there that are just a little bit too big for his small frame. he spends the next for months moaning at the sheer size he’s grown to. mmmm those huffs of air when he has to heave himself up, stuffing himself silly because he’s hungry a l w a y s, tummy rubs, allat good shit. where is it y’all? no where :((.

keith getting stuffed really easily. he’s always been scrawny, lean muscle being the only thing holding him up. it probably got even worse in the desert. so now, just a little bit of food goo can make his little tummy protrude. maybe the team is stopped at a planet for diplomatic purposes and a common curtesy on the planet for outsiders is to prepare feasts. it’s considered extremely rude to not finish your fill. so while the other paladins are happily getting a little bit more than their fill, allura makes keith finish his. he makes these little kitten moans and hiccups when the food goes down his exposed abdomen(the planets traditional garb was somewhat like a crop top and flowy petal shorts.) by the time he’s finished multiple soups, drinks, meats, pastes, and extremely filling greens, he looks like he’s gonna pop. his stomach would be warm and pink, down to his knees while sitting. he couldn’t tuck in his seat anymore. he would be releasing quiet burps, kneading his poor tummy with his small hands. eventually, he’d just cross his arms over his stomach and lay his head down, whispering incomprehensible words muttered with his kitten moans. the team watches in slight disbelief when he stands up, the gravity change making his stomach hang low. he has to waddle back to the castle ship, one hand supporting his hard, sloshy belly. he’s the type to get all whiny and soft at his achy stomach. “oof... my tummy hurts so baddd”, “mmm, so heavy”, “oh fuck i’m so full”, etc. s o c u t e. he would be unknowingly turning a few heads for naughty, naughty reasons.

keith’s real rival is lance, you know? lance and keith? neck and neck? maybe they have a chugging contest with what lance dubs “space soda”. keith’s all ruffled after a few jabs, so he goes for it full heartedly. they’re both given a 3 gallon(ish. space measurements, am i right?) container to chug. no one expected them to finish, so what was the harm? well, keith usually defies expectation, so in one session, he packs three gallons of bubbly soda in him. lance hadn’t even finished a third, so as you’d expect, he throughs a small fit. in the background of his little rage, a gurgle emerges and exhales in a large “BRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP~” he slaps his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, but couldn’t help the loud burps that escaped his thin fingers. his unoccupied hand would cradle under his gut. when he moved you could hear fizzing and splashing. he couldn’t stop the burps from bleating out of him. lance would tease him until he realized keith could use some assistance.

maybe the team had a dinner with a new ingredient, unknowing of the strange side affects on galra. imagine his confusion as to why his pants were a bit too tight the next day and the HORROR when he sees a tubby boy in the mirror the next morning. he barricades himself in his room until the swelling went down. it left him a little bit chubbier as a long term affect, but if anyone noticed, no one said anything.

stuffed/pregnant/big tum hcs im too lazy to separate:

-he’s extremely verbal. he moans and whines a lot when his tummy is upset

-he doesn’t intentionally do it until he realizes it’s a bit of a kink

-he gets really embarrassed about his stomach in public, so there’s a lot of blushing

-may i interest you in: “*loud moan*mmm....i ate too much”, “ohhh my stomach hurts so bad”, “it so heavy, fuuuuckkk”, “that feels... kinda good?”, etc.

-keith rushes out into battle with bloated stomachs all the time

-he definitely rubs his stomach often. he moans and burps the whole time

-this is becoming a self indulgent mess at 4:45 am.

in conclusion, more belly kink keith fics/art/hc’s

i also urge you to alert me if you spot any

#keith (voltron)#pregnancy #tw: mpreg #stuffing #stomach bloating #liquid bloat #potions gone wrong #pl ease give me more :((#next time ill do some inflation ideas #pregnant keith #stuffed keith

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midnightrogue69 · 5 years

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More than enough

I noticed that there wasn't much in the Arcana universe that catered to stuffing and bloating kinks so here ya go.

At first it was theoretical, Lucio saying he could drink Julian under the table. Julian was certain this wasn't true but you weren't so sure. You had seen Julian get pretty sloshed before.

Julian seemed content in letting it go until Lucio upped the ante.

"Bet I can eat more lobster claws than you can too."

It was childish. Julian had been dealing with Lucio's pettiness since the dawn of the plague. After a certain point he knew the only way to shut the count up was to comply.

"Alright. You're on." Julian said, his gaze narrowing intensely.

Lucio ordered for the lobster claws and some chocolates, a bottle of golden goose and some sort of ginger beer.

Julian smirked he was hungry enough this would be easy.

"You're gonna be sorry Doctor." Lucio snickered.

"May the hungriest man win." Julian grins and reaches for a handshake but Lucio is allready tucking in to his plate of lobster claws.

"Hey no fair." Julian has to catch up now so he begins packing the preshelled lobster claws in three at a time...six at a time...he can't close his mouth it's so full.

Its disgusting but you can't look away. Julian swallows hard and Winces. The lobster claws hit his stomach like a rock.

Lucio is pooring his bottle of golden goose directly into his mouth. Julian unquorks his bottle with his teeth and begins slugging it so fast you can see the crimson drink caressing the corner of his mouth and curving down his chin. As he chugs it bubbles erupt inside the bottle. The tiny crimson drop slithered down his neck staining his shirt collar.

Finaly Julian sets the bottle down and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. He hiccups once but his appetite still has yet to catch up with him.

He's cleaned three more plates piled high with lobster claws. You had no idea that he could pack away food like this. It's a hidden talent and you're kind of impressed.

With pained look on his he leans back in his chair and assesses just how much he has eaten versus how much more is left. The obvious difference in empty plates versus full ones causes him to realise just how stuffed he is. He sighs with puffed out cheeks in a contemplative manner. Regret coils in his stomach with audible irritation.

Glurgggggllllurrrrrgggllllleeeeuuuuurrrggg

"Don't quit on me yet." He gives a woozy grin, rubs his swollen stomach burps, and convinces himself it's a chance for a second wind.

You wouldnt imagine someone as charming and refined as Julian being so grotesquely indulgent. But there is that side of him that likes bar fights, and pain, and impressing people so maybe he's secretly or not so secretly getting off on this.

Its amazing how much he can pack into that thin stomach of his. Surely it is all going to his thighs. The chocolates are decadent and about the size of his fist. He pushes them into his mouth one after another barely remembering to chew as he swallows them.

Julian grimaces as the hunk of chocolate slides past his ribcage. He beats his fist against his chest but he can't seem to get himself to burp.

"Giving up?" Lucio asks hoarsly. He still has chocolate staining the edge of his mouth.

"You wish" Julian chokes. He lifts his lose white shirt and rubs his throbbing stomach. Its bulging enough to leave an imprint of his belt on his pale flesh. It gurgles uneasily as he gives it an encouraging pat.

"Oof hang in there."

He needs something to relieve the pressure. Something that will make his belly relax so he can keep going.

Julian reaches for the bottle of ginger beer and begins to chug. It's a big bottle, twice the size of the Golden Goose and he quaffs it half way down.

Three quiet burps escape him simoltaniously as he sets down the bottle and goes back to the lobster claws. He's starting to have regrets as he pushes away his eighth plate of lobster claws and clutches his stomach. Its starting not to feel so good.

He sighs deeply and swallows to keep everything down.

A low rumble in his tummy manifests as an awkward wet belch, one that seems to stick to his throat. You dont envy the slimy feeling in his stomach.

A nauseated look crosses Julian's face.

"Mmm-"

"Oh no doctor, did we give ourself a tummy ache?"

Lucio's patronising voice is almost more sickening than the wicked combination of things brewing inside of Julain. Almost.

But then suddenly with renewed gusto he attacks his ninth plate.

He's packing them in so fast you can't even count them. The shadow of his stomach presses against his lose white shirt. Lucio is watching in aww. He begins downing more of his golden goose and Julian does the same.

His throat slinks up and down as he guzzled the remainder of the golden goose and sluggishly drops the bottle on the table. He tries to steady it.

You watch nervously thinking maybe he should slow down. But you don't dare tell him. Something about this has you Pleasently tense. The anticipation of Julian's stomach bursting is over wealming.

He stops for a moment gloved fist infront of his mouth. He swallows hard looking like he's gonna be sick.

Bllluuuurrrrrrrrpppp

The belch erupts from Julian faster than he is prepared for. His face turns red and he blinks his eyes a few times.

"Oof excuse me."

Brrrrrruuuupppp

Lucio is watching lethargicly clutching his bottle of golden goose. There is still about sixty five percent left. And about twenty four chocolates and five plates of lobster claws.

With drunken judgement Julian takes the bottle of golden goose from Lucio who is nearly knocked out.

He climbs up on the table and tilts it back. His stomach makes audible protest glorping and gurgling as he attacks this bottle of wine. As the bottle grows emptier Lucio starts to look angry.

Julian's stomach is swelling under his shirt and you are mesmerized as the content travels from the the bottle down his throat and into his engorged belly. Lifting up his white lennin shirt he rubs his swollen abdominals, traces of muscle he didn't choose to show off still peak through despite being stretched beyond comfort.

When he's done he lifts his arms in the air and bealches victoriously nearly losing his balance.

GggllllUuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrruuuuuuuggghhhhhhhppppp

You catch him to keep him from falling forward and hear a miserable groan from his stomach as you do. His belly is sloshing with every movement.

Suddenly Lucio is at his feet and in a drunken rage he grabs Julian, spins him around and presses him to the wall.

He begins to forcefeed Julian every thing that was left on the table. Julian just grins. But he starts to gag as Lucio forces a chocolate pastry into his mouth. His choices are to eat it or suffocate.

He's starting to turn green as Lucio plugs a twelfth chocolate into his mouth. And then he shakes up the ginger beer to bring out all the fizz and poors the rest of it down Julian's throat.

The bloated doctor is simoltaniously chugging and burping. The efervecent bubbles are expanding in his gut. Julian's fingers grip the wall behind him. His other hand rubbs his stomach desperately trying to calm it down.

Gooooorrrrrrbbbbllllllaaaabbblllloooorrrrr

His stomach is so confused by everything inside it. He pushes up his shirt to rub it as Lucio throws the empty bottle asside he smashes his fist into Julian's protruding gut.

"Julian" you shout watching him cradle his aching stomach as he drops to his knees.

Glllllllluuuuuuurrrrrrrp

"Oof"

You shove Lucio away. He stumbles backwards drunkenly and falls on his ass.

Your hand gently carresses Julian's distended belly.

"Oof think I may need a doctor after that. I feel kinda sick all of the sudden. Think maybe I ate to much?"

Glllllllluuuupppbbbbllllluurrppp

"Don't worry. Ill take care of you." You assure him gently.

"Thanks" He croaks "oh god I feel disgusting."

He leans back against you exhausted, shirt rolled up to display his tight stomach gurgling unhappily.

Julian lets out a low groan as he gives into his heavy stomach and rolls into your lap. His neck is sticky with wine. His breath sweet with chocolate but tainted with fish.

"Not your most dignified moment." You agree "But I'de be lying if I said it wasnt hot."

"Really? Maybe I should over do it on the lobster claws more often then."

He grimaces at an unsavory bealch

"Hrng!- Ooft then again maybe not."

You begin to massage in tiny little circles around his drumtight belly.

The gentle massage is working up a lot of gass bubbles and he keeps burping. But nothing seems to satisfy his bulging gut.

Booooooooorrrrrrrrrrrllllllooooorrrrrpppppppllllllll

His groaning stomach has had enough for one life time.

"Ughh That-ermf that was pretty stupid huh?" He groans.

A massive bubble is building up in his stomach. This is by far the worst indigestion he has ever felt in his life.

You continue to help sooth the bubbling in his stomach by pressing gently. Each gurgle seems a bit more uneasy than the last. Finally the pressure elicits a small oof and an accompanying burp.

You can get more than that out of him. You press a little harder massaging right under his ribcage where his stomach is rock hard curving down from being expanded so far. It makes julian bealch uncontrollably.

"Mmff maybe not so hard."

So you press harder. Hard enough that his eyes bulge with pleading desperation. His stomach is churning something fierce,

Eeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhppp

"Feel better?" You ask. Soothingly brushing his hair out of his face.

"A little." But you can tell he's lying. His face contorts as he sits up and bealches hard enough to make his chest rattle.

Bbbbbrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuugggghhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-ugghp-uuugghp- urp.

"Whew. Now I feel better." He smacks his lips a couple of times, hiccups and falls asleep on your lap. His stomach puring loudly under your palm as he drifts off to sleep.

"Easy." You whisper to his percolaiting stomach. "Let him rest."

Julian shifts as you press your ear to the spongy part of his gut and listen to the murmur of his upset stomach. He'll feel better in the morning.

#the arcana #the arcane game #arcana stuffing #stuffing #bloating #stomach bloating #burping #burp kink

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franklyshipping · 7 years

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One on one meeting ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Holy smokes here it is, bimmy boi and darkipoop with some sweet sfw tickles. Except this time Dark knows EXACTLY what he’s doing because he’s been doing a lil bit of research…here we go!!!

A week precisely. Seven days of wondering, of waiting. Until Bim walked into his room to find a folded note in the centre of his bed, his name flowing in shining silver calligraphy; he knew it could only be from one person. He was tentative, unfolding it with fumbling fingers where he found a note in black ink: It read thus;

“Bim,

I cordially invite you to a private meeting in my personal quarters this afternoon at 3pm. I think it is about time we delved deeper into what you enjoy, if you are willing of course. I hope that you are…I think this is something we can both derive pleasure from.

Please reply soon, yours,

Darkiplier.”

Bim was shaking, dear god this was actually happening. This was a thing and the thing was real and the thing was ACTUALLY HAPPENING! There was a phone number transcribed at the bottom, Bim hurriedly sent a text to it. The advantage of texting was that Bim could hide his nerves and excitement which would be impossible if he was having to speak the following words.

“I accept your invitation and look forward to seeing you, yours,

Bim.”

Bim slouched as he sat on his bed, glancing at the clock on his bedside table. 11:14am. He twiddled his thumbs with a heavy sigh, eyes wide with racing thoughts as he began his waiting. The 3 hours and 46 minutes were not spent in a relaxing or calm state of mind, Bim was the epitome of zazzed…for want of a better word. He watched the clock impatiently, trying not to dwell on the endless possibilities that existed in terms of what Dark might do to him; he shivered with the constant reminder of how effective Dark had been the last time. Those thoughts kept him going, and eventually…the time came.

‘Okay…okay you can do this you can do this…’

Bim mumbled, he readjusted his glasses before straightening his posture as he hovered outside Dark’s room. He swallowed heavily and exhaled before knocking twice on the cold grey door, he only had to wait a few seconds before it swung open without a creak or a crack.

‘Ah Bim, I’m so glad you could make it. Do come in.’

Dark’s calm and serene voice caused butterflies to swoop in Bim’s tummy as he crossed the threshhold, shutting the door delicately behind him. He gasped lightly at the interior of Dark’s room, the colouring wasn’t what he’d anticipated. Instead of brooding colours the walls were painted in a faded red, giving the room a pleasant warmth as light and medium greys made up the curtains and bed covers. The bed in question was a four poster, but it wasn’t exceedingly extravgent thus making it pleasant to the eye. At the foot of said bed, Dark was leant with a light smile, which subsequently calmed Bim’s nerves a little.

‘You uhm, you have a really nice room…’

Bim complimented quietly, Dark smiled wider with a light shrug.

‘I know.’

Bim laughed lightly through his nose as the figurative ice was broken, Dark also chuckled gently as he paced over to Bim, standing in front of him with a loose stance. He had been looking forward to this, but he’d wanted to look into the topic first; Dark preferred it when he had an abundance of knowledge of a topic, just for his own satisfaction. Dark had been intensely curious, and that curiosity had only grown as he perused blogs, forums and even a number of video platforms; he was utterly fascinated. As a result he had been thinking about barely anything else. Dark grinned gently, projecting innocence which Bim immediatly bought; Dark had this entire scenario planned, to the last detail.

‘I’ve been doing a bit of research, and I’d very much like to tell you about my findings. May I?’

Dark extended his hand to Bim, much like ballroom dancer would to their partner before a performance. Bim was hesitant and already flustered, but he took Dark’s hand nevertheless. Dark’s lips curled into a wide smirk as Bim fell into the trap. He grasped his hand tightly and yanked him closer before lifting him over his shoulder, despite Bim’s surprise it was achieved quite gracefully. Dark didn’t bother hiding his laughter when Bim yelped and let out a few surprised giggles; the first of many.

‘AHAH! Whahat are you dohoing?!’

Bim queried before squealing as Dark spun him gently, Bim squeezed his eyes shut as he giggled rapidly. Dark replied nochalantly.

‘Well one thing I found out, was that taking your victim by surprise can often heighten their anticipation…’

Bim gasped with a light “oof” as Dark dropped him onto the bed, Bim looked up nervously as Dark crawled over him on his hands and knees with glittering eyes. He paused and cocked his head.

‘Would that be correct?’

Bim gulped at the teasy tone and nodded gently, cheeks already beginning to flush as he leant back on his forearms. Dark was immensely satisfied already, he placed his hands either side of Bim’s head and let his body rest gently on top of Bim’s.

‘Good…very good. Now, where to begin…?’

Bim could only lie patiently with bated breath as Dark’s mind whirred with ideas, until he smirked at Bim and lunged to roughly nuzzle into his neck. Bim squealed loudly at the bristles of Dark’s stubble, he was sure it hadn’t been THIS bad last time…had it?

‘Nahahahahahaha frihihick!’

Dark snickered as he burrowed and rubbed torturously against Bim’s slender neck, scratching at the sensitive skin.

‘Ahh yes your neck…such a vulnerable area. Such a ticklish area.’

Bim shivered and cringed as the words slipped through Dark’s lips, trying to scrunch his neck instinctively.

‘Nahahahahat thehehehehere!’

Bim wailed, he was kicking his feet out lightly as he grasped the bedsheets at his sides. Sparks of electricity were shooting down his spine and round his ears unbearably, and this was only the beginning. Dark grinned, the euphoria he was getting from all this was intoxicating. He hummed before complying and withdrawing gently.

‘As you wish.’

Bim breathed slowly, his face burning as Dark’s amused expression filled his vision. He jumped when Dark reached a hand towards him, only to rest the back of it against his cheek curiously; he laughed lightly.

‘So flustered already…and this is only the start.’

Bim looked away bashfully as Dark moved his hand away, the latter cleared his throat before speaking low and calm.

'Now, I shall need your co-operation for this next part. If you would kindly remove your shirt…’

Dark snickered at Bim’s surprised whimper and hesitation, Bim did nothing for a few seconds. Dark narrowed his eyes and decided that a change of tone was in order.

'Do I need to repeat myself? I told you to take your shirt off…now.’

Bim quivered at Dark’s command, he bit his bottom lip as he unbuttoned the soft flannel he wore. He sat up as he removed it, smiling a little as the fresh air hit his torso; Dark took it from him and tossed it aside, making Bim giggle gently. Bim looked at Dark as his arms folded across his torso subconsciously.

'So…what now?’

Dark was excited at Bim’s clear yet nervous eagerness, and it spurred him to continue on. He gently placed a hand on his chest…before pushing him down harshly and making him gasp sharply. Bim was lying down fully now as Dark took his wrists in his hands.

'Now…you are going to keep these-’

Dark wrenched Bim’s arms above his head, relishing in Bim’s reactions; he was ever so vocal and emotive. Yelps, giggles squeaks and whimpers…they were music to Dark’s ears. He locked eyes with Bim, harsh rocks and gentle pools connecting in the air.

’-up here. Is that understood?’

Bim could feel bubbles fizzing in his chest at Dark’s demeanour, a demeanour which he knew would usually terrify him to the core. But here and now it only made him feel intense joy, despite how embarrassed he was. His eyes were wide and he swallowed gently.

'I-I understand.’

'Good boy…’

Dark ignored Bim’s hitched aghast breath as he sneered and looked over Bim’s form, fully exposed and all his…to do with as he pleased. So he began. Dark let his fingers scribble at Bim’s ribcage causing a plethora of bubbly laughs and squeaks to come from him, but he followed the order; his arms kept still.

'AHAHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIHIHIT!’

Dark let out a faked gasp before digging in harder, Bim’s laughter increased ten-fold as a result.

'Such bad language Bim, I think a punishment is in order!’

Dark’s hands moved down to squeeze Bim’s fleshy sides causing him to buck and cackle rapidly, head thrown back as Dark’s deft movements proved to be his undoing.

'NOHOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHAHARRY!!!’

Dark cackled, it was an immesurably evil sound that only really belonged in a fairytale. He narrowed his eyes as he squeezed harshly and rapidly, his fingers working overtime to deliver Bim’s torture. He sneered lightly before cooing in a childish voice, it was said to be an excellent form of verbal teasing.

'Awww, can little Bim not handle all the tickles? Poor baby…’

Bim stammered through his wild laughter, his blush was a furious wine colour from Dark’s teasing. Babytalk such as this had a tendency to make Bim’s insides melt and his speech unintelligible, he hated it but he also couldn’t get enough of it. Dark made a mental note of this particular point as his blunt finger nails spidered relentlessly.

'NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!’

Dark furrowed his eyebrows and seeded his voice with sarcasm as he replied.

'No? That’s not a very clear answer, no what exactly?’

Dark lightened his touch to mere strokes and flutters as Bim spluttered amidst his giggle fit.

'Ihihihi dohohohohon’t knohohohow!’

Dark laughed again as he stroked over Bim’s sides, gradually moving his fingertips over Bim’s belly making him grin and yelp. Dark sighed and allowed his fingers to rest for a moment and for Bim to catch his breath. Dark smirked mischievously as he held his hands up, pretending to inspect them.

'I think these have done a pretty good job so far, don’t you?’

Dark wiggled his fingers in the air tauntingly, Bim grinned and half-hid his face as he nodded gently. Dark hummed satisfactorily.

'But now I think we should move onto something new…’

Bim felt twinges of both excitement and anxiety as his gaze unwittingly lingered on Dark’s hands, Dark frowned minimally at the dejected look. He couldn’t have that. He leant forward with a cheeky grin.

'Oh don’t you worry, they’ll be back to get you soon.’

Bim shuddered and giggled when a few stray fingers tickled under his chin, and with Bim’s smile back in place Dark reached behind him. He searched in his back pocket for something, he held it between his thumb and forefinger and brought it slowly into Bim’s line of sight. Bim’s breath shattered down his throat at the sight of a black, stiff feather. Oh no. Dark sneered as he twirled it about carefully, loving how Bim’s eyes followed it like a hawk.

'It fascinates me how something so small and delicate can be perceived with so much fear…’

Dark brought the tip of the feather down and flicked it over the skin of Bim’s waistline, he found himself enamoured at Bim’s sharp gasp and whimper that he elicited.

'Oh noho…’

Bim hid his face as he squeaked rapidly, the anticipation was wearing away at his resolve…or what was left of it. Dark removed his tool with a glint in his eye as he went back to twirling it, making his voice clear and crisp.

'Don’t try to hide it… we both know how much you want this.’

Bim was speechless, all his senses were focused on the tiny thing that Dark taunted him with. He was enraptured by Dark’s voice and he shivered under Dark’s penetrating gaze as the feather descended to flick at his waistline again, but that was it. Just a flick. Bim wanted more, he nibbled his lip as Dark grinned toothily.

'Why let yourself suffer? Just ask for what you so clearly want…’

The feather flicked again, but this time under Bim’s navel. He squealed and giggled at the brief feeling, he looked up to Dark with a pitiful expression; not that it swayed Dark in any way. Bim gulped and faced the truth of what he would have to do to get what he wanted, he took a deep breath.

'Pleas-AHA!!!’

Dark chuckled as he teased the poor man with another tantalising flick under his navel, Bim collected himself haphazardly.

'P-please tick-AHAFRIHICK!!!’

Dark snickered as he cut Bim off again, his reactions were ceaselessly entertaining; Dark chuckled with an innocent grin when Bim narrowed his eyes at him with a heavy flush, Bim cringed wholeheartedly as he whispered to the room.

'Please…t-tickle me…’

Dark allowed a small silence to ensue, so that Bim’s words had time to sink into both of them; at that point Dark realised that he was proud of Bim. He knew it would have been a difficult thing for him, so he was impressed that Bim managed to overcome his own shame. Shame that he didn’t deserve. Dark leant over him, smiling with bright eyes alight with his pride and his mischief in a shudder inducing concoction. Bim gulped as his voice filled the air.

'Since you asked so nicely…here’s your reward.’

Bim’s reaction bordered on a scream as Dark manipulated the feather beautifully, dragging and scribbling it over Bim’s ticklish tummy with a deft ruthlessness.

'OHOHO MYHYHY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!!’

Bim shrieked as the feather made its tickly journey, it was so soft and precise that he almost in immediate hysterics. His blazing cheeks were moist with fresh tears of mirth as he squirmed and shook with the force of his laughter. Dark was afire with mischief by this point as he teased.

'Tickle tickle Bim…’

Dark took note of how Bim bucked the closer he got to his waistline, his laughter going up an octave in correlation with the feather’s journey. However, the strongest reactions came forth the closer he got to Bim’s navel; he would jump sharply and became increasingly desperate in his voice, all of which was ceaselessly intruiging to Dark. Especially since his arms had miraculously stayed put, he hadn’t expected that.

'DAHAHAHAHAHARK STAHAHAHAHAP!!!

Dark snickered as he sighed again, he’d underestimated how much he was actually enjoying himself. He found himself feeling a heavy need to tease the man beneath him, the rush it gave Dark was indescribable.

'Stop? First you want it and now you don’t? I can assure you that indecisiveness isn’t the most attractive quality…’

Bim cackled despite himself at Dark’s words, as well as the fact that the feather’s journey had switched courses. It wasn’t trailing and fluttering…it was more like…circling. Bim felt a pang in his chest as he realised Dark’s course of action, he couldn’t stop his words tumbling forth as a result.

'DOHOHOHOHON’T DOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHIT!!!’

Dark chuckled, he knew that despite his ravished state it wouldn’t have taken Bim long to realise what he’d have to endure next. He feigned innocent curiosity.

'Don’t do what?’

Dark grinned before dipping the feather in experimentally, he was both shocked and ecstatic at the rough strangled noise that Bim made.

'AH-ACK!’

Bim shook his head rapidly as he peeked from under his arm, repressing a shudder at the predatory gleam that rested in Dark’s eyes.

'Ohhh…do you mean this?’

Bim screamed as Dark wiggled the feather ferociously, the soft fibres reaching every hidden nerve inside his navel. Bim lost it.

'AHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA!!!’

It was unbearably amazing, but there was only so much he could take. He felt his vision blurring and the rest of his body felt numb because of how his number one nerve bundle was being tormented. Bim’s arms came slamming down onto Dark’s, pushing in earnest as his desperation consumed him.

'STAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

Dark smiled as he saw Bim’s needy state and stopped carefully, allowing Bim to grasp his hands tightly. Dark snickered heavily, his cheeky and mischievous frame of mind still fully in place.

'So desperate…and from a simple bit of tickling no less…’

Bim glared at Dark and mumbled absently.

'Shut up asshole….’

Bim immediatly felt that something wasn’t right, a light ringing developed in his ears as the temperature dropped in the air around him, he felt goosebumps appear on his arms. He flicked his eyes to Dark who was staring at him, he seemed fixated as he spoke.

'Excuse me?’

Bim gulped and shivered at Dark’s dulcet tone, rusted orbs flicked over him haphazardly as he inched closer. Bim’s mind was a hurricane of emotion as Dark got ever closer, the pure anticipation of what was to happen next fixed him to the spot. Bim tried shuffling away, but Dark quickly crawled on top of his thighs and bent down towards his torso.

'So you think it’s okay to not only disobey me…but to insult me too?’

Bim’s arms and fists clenched in pure terror as Dark rested his chin on his stomach, eyes wide expectantly as Bim stammered rapidly.

'N-n-no I d-didn’t m-mean-’

'Oh Bim…’

Dark made his tone into a dejected one, whilst internally he was relishing toying with Bim like this. The fear in his innocent eyes was simply delicious. He brushed his lips against Bim’s navel as he muttered.

'I didn’t want to have to do this…but you’ve forced my hand…’

Bim was trembling like a leaf, his breath leaving him in uneven gasps at the feeling of Dark’s stubble and the vibrations of his voice. Dark looked up at him with a feral grin, winking and growling.

'Now face the consequences!’

Without furthur ado, Dark proceeded to blow raspberry after rippling raspberry over Bim’s tummy, sides, waist, navel…anywhere he could reach basically. Bim was caught in the crossfire of how to react, there were snorts and cackles and squeaks and squeals. Fits of giggling preceeding yelps of joy and mirth, and there were even moments of silence where his head was thrown back as tears streamed over cheeks ablaze with…everything. Dark “went to town” as they say. Integrating big raspberries and little raspberries with nibbles and nuzzles over the strips of skin and flesh presented to him.

'AHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHAHARRY!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!’

Bim tried curling into a ball, which only succeeded in making Dark more determined; said man smirked against his belly as he nipped around Bim’s navel.

'Hmmm…I don’t think you’re very sincere…’

Dark chuckled at Bim’s loud wail as he begged.

IHIHIHI AHAHAHAHAM IHIHIHIHIHIHI SWEHEHEHEHEAR!!!’

Dark hummed with prideful satisfaction, administering a final raspberry to Bim’s belly button before rearing up away from him. Bim was in a tickle fuelled daze with a grin firmly affixed to his lips, he barely registered what was happening around him until a glass of water was put in his line of sight. He was helped to sit up slowly, he took the glass and gulped it down generously. The cold liquid woke him up from his trance and reaffirmed him into reality, he became aware of something resting on his back. A hand. He turned to see Dark, smiling. No malice or ulterior motive…he was just smiling.

'Feeling better?’

Bim nodded as his eyes began to droop, he felt the glass of water leave his hand as he was laid down upon the bed. The sheets were so soft, so warm…and he was so tired. But before Bim let himself fall away to rest, he mumbled a few words.

'Thank you. So…so much…’

With that said he drifted, just as a pair of soft lips touched his forehead and spoke with truth. Not just with truth…but with genuine meaning too.

'Any time.’

im tired as heck, this is so long i think i have a problem 😄 tell meh if u like it an stuuf, kay luv yous xx

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