#kink fic

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Could you write something with dom-sub dynamics (Loki as a Dom) and Loki receiving oral and maybe a little bit of degradation?

“Know Your Place” 

Summary: As the Younger Prince of Asgard’s mistress, you can’t help but tease your lover at dinner. Loki, however, isn’t having any of it tonight, and he has no choice left but to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. 

PAIRING: Asgardian!Loki x Mistress!Reader CONTENT WARNING (18+ ONLY): smut, public teasing, Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader, oral M!Receiving, MASSIVE degradation, collars, magic bondage, mentions of humiliation WORD COUNT: 2.1k

The great dining hall of Odin’s palace was abuzz this evening in celebration of yet another Asgardian victory on the front against the Dark Elves. Odin’s troops had been led by the Princes Thor and Loki, who proved to be an unstoppable pair of generals, and they were the guests of honor at the feast. 

Every warrior wanted to pay respects. Every lady wanted to flirt. 

This left you sitting alone at the end of the Head Table, where even Odin was no longer sitting and supping. Bitterly, you looked about the hall, just trying to keep a firm eye on your lover. Thankfully, most of the sexual attention he received went unanswered, and instead, he seemed to be enjoying regaling tales of his heroism to the men of the room, chortling with his old friends between tankards of beer. 

Still…

You smiled slyly, deciding to make a game of the evening if you were going to otherwise be ignored. 

Careful not to give yourself away, you made a small circling maneuver under the tablecloth with your fingers, and red sparks momentarily appeared at your fingertips. Your red seidr was perfect for the occasion. Loki knew what your magic looked like, but even if he didn’t immediately suspect the truth, it would make for an amusing tableau. He would get the hint either way. 

You couldn’t see your handiwork take shape from the distance you were standing (halfway across the damn hall from your lover!), but it only took a few moments before one of the dwarves must’ve said something. 

A chuckle from the small clutter of men Loki was standing in the center of, regaling tales of heroic feats and battles won, began to rise and wave outward, until you finally saw Loki look down, after which, he rolled his eyes while the rest of his audience erupted into laughing fits.

Loki’s codpiece was twitching of its own accord, moving about in erratic, unnatural directions. It gave the illusion of one who may have been in the middle of a crowded room, but whose mind fell to more intimate needs. 

“Thinking of other things already!” one of the burly dwarves laughed. “What a soldier!” 

“Where is the Lady?” asked Thor, his boisterous voice rising and calling for you. “You’re the one who hand-selected her to serve you, brother!”

Loki pressed his lips together, keeping as much dignity intact as he could while familiar red stars fluttered in and out of his eyesight. He turned in the general direction of the head table, where you’d propped yourself along the edge, leaning over in a casual, cool pose, feigning innocence with a tiny wave as you made eye contact with your Lord at last. 

You could see Loki mouth one word, one word that claimed the rest of your evening the instant it was uttered: 

“Brat.” 

You were in for it now. Your pussy trembled from playful fear, wondering how he was going to do it this time. Bondage? Humiliation? Wearing a collar and being led around the halls for an entire day completely naked? 

Loki was a god who allowed his sexual desires to fly on the wind. Whim by whim, he explored kink and fentish play with you over the months, until you very quickly became Loki’s favorite pastime. As open-minded as you were, you certainly had your favorite ‘moments’ in the God of Mischief’s bedroom, and most of them involved you kneeling desperately at his feet, arms bound behind you, his long, massive cock dangling in front of your face.

Loki turned to his comrades. “It seems the Lady is calling for me,” he said, bidding adieu to his brother and friends. 

You quickly saw his face evolve the minute he turned to saunter over toward you. It melted from one of cordial contentment to feral anger barely contained within a body about to burst apart. You squeezed your thighs together under your gossamer green gown, but it did little to steady you. You would’ve allowed him to fuck you over the table with no shame. 

For his clearly growing need to punish you, Loki did a surprisingly effective job at hiding his feelings under a glimmer of decorum while the pair of you were still at the feast. He grabbed your wrist, harshly yanking you off the edge of the table. 

“Isn’t it a little early in the evening to begin acting like such a whore?” he hissed, winking at you and leaning down a little too closely. “Must I have to chain you to my side everywhere we go?”

You bowed your head with a coy smile. “I’m sure I don't know what you’re--”

Loki grabbed your face and pulled it within inches of his. You could almost feel his eyelashes flutter against your forehead. He ran a finger over your puckered lips and subconsciously licked his own. “Norns! ! In this moment of glory, I should be basking under my rightful spotlight, and all you want is to spread your legs and keep me sheathed inside you all night. No shame from you tonight, I see.”

You fluttered your eyelids coquettishly. “My Lord, I can’t help it…”

Loki growled feral, leaning over so that his raspy, hard voice was for your ear only. “No, you can’t. Truly, all you think of is filling that wet, aching cunt of yours! Do you know why you can’t help yourself?”

“Yes,” you whispered breathlessly, the game already claiming your higher senses. 

“And why is that?” he commanded your answer. 

“Because I’m a slut.”

Loki groaned in satisfaction at hearing you say the words for yourself. “Yes, my stupid little plaything,” he affirmed. “You live for nothing more than my body to pull pleasure from you. You are a poor, pathetic, needy princess seeking attention from her prince.”

“Yes, my Lord,” you hanged your head, moaning softly. “I am weak.”

“I should bring everyone’s attention to this table as I bend you over it, and show the entire country what happens to bad little sluts who don't behave themselves in public!”

Still keeping up the bratty behavior, you bit your lip and giggled as the image of Loki taking your ass in front of every noble in Asgard made you begin to grow wet.  “Please do,” you dared to reply, making Loki’s own skin shudder. 

“Believe me, the only thing keeping me from fucking your desperate cunt in front of every man in this room is the fact that my mother is here,” Loki replied. “But I know for a fact we won’t make it back to my chambers…”

Looking around, Loki quickly yanked you around a corner and off to a side room, away from the rest of the party, behind a flimsy, gossamer red curtain. 

“Can they see us?” you asked, your voice high and trembling, which pleased your ravenous master.

“I hope so, but that’s none of your concern. You should, instead, be quaking in fear of me,” he narrated, advancing on you, towering, purposefully extending his posture to his full height, making you feel small and helpless. His eyes narrowed, and for a second you thought he just intended to stand there, forcing your anticipation to grow until it was making your head burst.

He looked at you, planning his next sinful move. “I feel as though I cannot take you anywhere after tonight,” he muttered. “Perhaps I should just lock you in my chambers and toss the key off the Bifrost?” 

You gasped. “No, sire! I know I’ve misbehaved, I’m sorry!”

Falling to your knees, you hung your head in feigned contrition, wondering if you were going to feel his fingers massage your scalp as he prepared to tug on your hair, or if he was going to make you work for any kind of touch. 

You became aware of the sensation of cool air hitting your skin as a flick of Loki’s wrist took away your splendid green and gold gown, as well as all of your gold jewelry. Raising his palm, his seidr took a hold of your limbs, arching your back and thrusting your chest forward without your command (not that you minded, Loki knew your signal for when he truly went too far). 

Using his hands to mold your pert, naked body into his favorite position, he manipulated your arms tightly behind your back, so that your shoulder blades were pressed to one another, stretching your shoulders. You then felt the sensation of a cloth scarf winding itself down your arms, binding them together, keeping your face tilted upward and your chest out. 

Loki stepped forward until the toes of his boots were tapping at your knees. As you looked up at him, he waved his fingers once more, and your hair looped in on itself, making one long braid down the back of your head and neck. 

“Now, kitten, are we going to learn our lesson?” he said, the sinister purr in his voice making every nerve under your skin vibrate.

You nodded. “Yes, sire.”

“And that lesson is?”

You swallowed, squirming anxiously before your Lord, needing only to make him happy with you again. “Whores always get what they deserve when they’re bad.”

“And?”

“I am a whore, Loki! A bad girl who needs to be gagged,” you moaned, your jaw falling open as Loki replied by bringing his long fingers down to his leggings, pulling them down over his package, his thick erection springing free from his codpiece.

“Good. Now open up, princess. Take your punishment.” 

Obeying, you accepted the tip of Loki’s cock past your lips, savoring the taste of his flesh as you received his shaft next, your mouth stretching wider and wider to accommodate him. He hissed with pleasure as you went for the hilt, taking his entire dick into your mouth and gently sucking it until you could feel the tip against the back of your throat. His flavor was rich, salty, and delicious. 

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnornnnnnnnnnnnsssssssss,” Loki managed to groan as you went about your work, continuing to suck away greedily at his cock, bobbing your head back and forth. As if giving yourself a moment of power, you purposefully refused to settle into a rhythm: sometimes you only let him go for an inch, sometimes you nearly took all of him out. You always kept him guessing. You knew that was how he liked it, even when he was meant to tell you what to do.

You began picking up the pace, nursing Loki’s erection like the desperate slut you were tonight, completely at his mercy. You wanted so badly for him to finish in your mouth, but would he consider you worthy after behaving with such terrible manners at a royal feast?

“Pathetic whore…” he growled, looking down at you. You were dribbling all over yourself, disgusting, lowly, and messy. Such was the power the Prince of Asgard had over you. “I can’t finish until I hear you gag--”

Without warning, Loki reached behind you, grabbed your braid, and tugged on it. This forced your head back, and Loki’s dick hit the back of your throat, forcing a quick cough out of you as you reacted to the tickle. 

You’d hoped this would send Loki over the edge and force him to cum down your throat, but instead, he remained composed when he let go of your braid, gave one more tantalizing thrust into your mouth, and slowly pulled himself out, wagging a scolding finger.

“Ah, ah! No, no, sweetheart,” Loki said, his voice returning to a mocking tone. “Bad girls don't get to swallow. Perhaps if we returned to the party, and I saw that you were behaving yourself a bit better, we might discuss letting you have a little something at the end of the night.”

He knelt down beside you, cupping your face in his hands, bringing your forehead gently to his lips. “I love you, Y/N. You know that?”

“Yes, Loki, I always do,” you answered, as you always did when your games were over.

With a wave of his green seidr, a leather studded collar wrapped itself around your throat, pulling itself just tight enough that it wasn’t completely comfortable. A chain looped itself into your Master’s waiting palm, and he gave it a gentle tug, pulling at your neck and forcing you to rise to your feet and join him at his side, his eyes never breaking contact with yours.

“Now,” he said darkly, “let’s return to the feast, shall we?”

“What of my…my clothes?” you asked quietly, the taste of Loki’s essence still in your mouth. 

Loki chuckled and ran a soft hand over your hot, damp cheek. “Oh kitten, I thought you knew better now. Your punishment isn’t over just yet, Princess. You didn’t think you would be wearing clothes as I paraded you around the hall, did you?”

Sorry this took a hot sec, Nons. Inspiration has been varied as of late! I hope this is to your liking! I also, err, went a little bit above "a little bit" of degredation. Hope that's ok.

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[claymorexpunisher]

Un(Willing) Participant (18+ One Shot)

Disclaimer: This is a pretty intense one (At least by my standards I don't know what yall are able to really handle sooo just to be safe, this is your warning). If CNC isn't your thing or you think it might trigger you, please keep scrolling or read at your own risk.

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader comes back from a friend's birthday party only to realize that she's being followed.

Tags/TWs: 18+, consensual sex, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, dirty talk, simulated stalking, knifeplay, light bondage.

Word Count: 1,430

As soon as I woke up, I felt a large hand clasp over my mouth, muffling my surprised shriek. My heart pounded as I started thrashing wildly, but to no avail. Drew’s firm torso and hands pressed me down onto the bed, dulling my frantic movements.

“Let go of me!” I screamed underneath his palm; my voice sounded warped to my ears and his.

“Ooh… a feisty little kitten.” Drew mocked. His breath felt hot against my ear and my neck and tried once again to wriggle away from him in disgust. “But a stupid one too. Haven’t you watched a single scary movie, love? I watched you check every single nook and cranny in this house… except the back door… You practically invited me in. So of course, I decided to make myself at home…” He went on and I realized he wasn’t lying. His bare torso pressed against my barely covered skin, and I could feel the material of his boxers and the hard line of his cock pressed against my ass.

“While you went to grab a drink at the party, I went through your phone... I saw what you wrote to your little boyfriend- all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you… I also read about your little fantasy. About how you wanted to pretend you didn’t know each other. And you wanted him to follow you home and have his way with you. imagine my shock, that an adorable little thing like you could be so fucking filthy. I’m not your boyfriend but I’m more than willing to give you exactly what you were begging for.” Drew chuckled darkly. The sound sent chills from the top of my head down to the tip of my toes. But underneath that lick of fear there was something else. Something I was embarrassed to recognize.

Arousal.

Lust.

My head was swimming with it, and I knew he could tell.

All through last night, I felt eyes on me. Watching me. Following my every move while I had fun with my friends. While I ate, drank, and danced… and while I walked home, I swore I heard the crunch of soft, slow footsteps on gravel. A sound that had me looking behind me every so often and walking home faster.

That eerie feeling didn’t settle even once I reached the comfort of my home, and I started getting ready for bed…

~~

Walking home felt such poor judgement on my part, especially now, seeing the predicament I was in. I found the large man over me utterly repulsive. And still, my body seemed to have other plans. Drew’s firm muscles pressing me onto the bed and his hard cock poking at my back had me reflexively grinding against him before another husky chuckle and the sensation of cold steel grazing against my arm had me catching myself and I started thrashing again.

“Figures you’d be into this you dirty little slut- don’t fucking move. I won’t say it again, love.” Drew growled into my ear, and I obediently froze, letting out a sob as the steel of the blade trailed over my arm and over my back. And then he started slashing my clothes until they were tattered ribbons splayed over the sheets and I was fully exposed. I let out a scream that he once again muffled by pushing my face into the pillow, but not firm enough to where I could turn my face and I gulp in some air when my lungs began to protest.

“Don’t… I didn’t… I don’t- please…” I stuttered as I sobbed, shivering and rocking back as Drew trailed the cold and blunt handle of the blade over my pussy lips. God this was… so wrong… but I was soaking. And I could see the proof of my arousal glistening on the dark handle of the blade, causing my face to burn hot with mortification and disgust with myself.

“Yknow… you’re giving me really mixed signals here, love. And I’m getting sick of hearing you, so…” I knew better than to struggle at this point as Drew wrapped the tattered pieces of my underwear over my mouth like a gag and he tied my wrists behind my back using my equally ripped up shirt. He then raised my lower body. My cheek pressed against the pillow and my tears soaking it through, I was completely exposed to him. That blade was ever present, trailing lightly over the skin of my back. Not enough to cut the skin, but enough for me to know that the threat of what it could do to me if Drew so wished, was there. “I would tell you that this’ll be over quickly but… then I’d be lying.” Drew mumbled, seemingly amused at the sobs and shivers that wracked my body.

When he entered my pussy from behind, I gasped and let out a muffled shriek. My thighs trembled at the sudden intrusion but fuck, it felt amazing and… and dirty. My sobs quieted and eventually gave into moans that Drew was immensely proud of knowing that he was culprit who caused them. My mortification only escalated as the wet sounds between my legs as his cock hit against a particular spot inside that made me blind with pleasure. I was slowly sinking into a fuzzy, out-of-body state that I wasn’t quite prepared for and clearly, neither was he.

With a few firm strokes on my clit, I was gone. I swear I blacked out for a couple moments and then I wasn’t in the room anymore. Or at least, my mind wasn’t. I felt so incredibly satiated in a way I wasn’t expecting, and more overwhelmed tears stained the pillow underneath me as Drew reached his own release with a loud, satisfied growl into my ear that made me release a muffled whimper.

And just like that, it was over. And my boyfriend came back to me.

Drew laid there on top of me for a moment, pressing loving kisses against the spot behind my ear, between my shoulder blades and over my cheek… I was so blissed out that his kisses felt like tiny sparks of electricity against my skin.

“Are you okay, darling?” He whispered, to which I nodded sluggishly before I responded verbally, reminding myself that he needed that validation for his own sake. After all, none of this was his idea and I wanted him to know that he did nothing wrong.

“Perfect. Thank you. I love you.” I replied softly and as I slowly became less fuzzy and floaty, I saw the relief in his eyes as they stared lovingly at me.

I half registered him untying my wrists and gently wiping me down, followed by a very thorough full body massage and a soak in our bathtub.

Though I didn’t want him to leave our bed once we were all dried up, my eyes lit up as he walked back into our bedroom with a tray of my favorite breakfast and some white and red roses nestled into a small vase.

“Aww! Thank you, baby.” I said, touched by his attentive nature. We stared deep into each other’s eyes even as we shared a kiss, feeling 1,000 times closer after the scene we just had. It wasn’t lost on either of us how much trust that that scene took on both our parts.

“You’re welcome… are you sure that was okay? That we’re okay?” Drew asked. The worry that filled his blue eyes hurt my heart and my hand rested on his cheek, watching him nuzzle into my touch.

“Yes. You did everything I asked of you. I’m perfectly okay… did you enjoy that?” I asked, tilting my head curiously as he thought about it. He didn’t answer for a second but eventually he nodded. I smirked at the way his eyes darkened a bit almost against his will.

“So… youd be down to do something like that again?” I asked and I playfully side eyed him as I speared a piece of pancake with my fork and brought it to my mouth.

Something eased over Drew’s features. I don’t know if it was my reassurance or what, but he suddenly smiled and leaned in to press a soft kiss to the side of my neck as I ate my breakfast.

“Maybe not so soon… it was… it was pretty intense. But yeah, at some point I do want to do that again.” He replied, laughing at the way my face lit up like a Christmas tree.

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[its-complicateed]

Full, Fuller, Fullest

Part 3: Fullest

The ride back to Andy's house seemed to take forever. In the passenger seat, Sammie was laying back, engorged tummy bulging into the air. Even though her shorts were unbuttoned, Andy could see they were still tight around her massive belly. Every bump they hit caused her to moan then, belch.

The bottle of wine sloshing about in her tummy had been absorbed by all the food, so she wasn't as drunk and hiccupy as she had been.

Though, that made the few hiccups that popped out of her mouth even hotter because Andy knew it was her full belly that was causing them.

At long last, they reached Andy's apartment. He hurried around to the passenger side and opened the door. When he pulled Sammie into an upright seated position, it compressed her belly and she burped loudly.

"Oof—URRRRRP—oh Andy...oh my belly...oohhhuuuuuurp...I'm so full..." she groaned as Andy pulled her to her feet.

Her wrapped one arm around her waist and began to lead her into the building. "Let's play a game," he whispered. "Every person who asks if your pregnant means more tummy rubs for you."

"Huuurp...how will they know to—URP—ask?" Sammie grunted.

"Easy," Andy replied, "You're going to play it up. You're not full, you're heavily pregnant. I'll be your doting husband." He patted her tummy then stepped aside. Sammie staggered but quickly took up her part. She put one hand on her tummy and the other on her back. She waddled—though she wasn't playing up the waddle at all—into his apartment building.

She stopped at the elevator and stroked a gentle hand down her tummy. The woman next to her looked over and smiled. Sammie smiled back, giving her tummy another rub. The woman didn't say anything, however.

Andy grinned to himself as Sammie began to play it up even more. The next person to enter the elevator was an elderly woman. Sammie puffed her belly out and arched her back even more. Andy could see a bit of sweat on her temple and decided to help.

He patted her belly gently, and asked, "Doing okay, dear?"

Before Sammie could reply, the older woman asked, "First baby?"

Sammie nodded, her smile relieved.

Without another word, the woman stepped over and began feeling Sammie's belly. "Ooh carrying high I see." She squeezed Sammie's sides and then thumped her upper belly. "Definitely a boy." She smiled at them proudly then stepped out when the elevator reached her floor.

As soon as she was gone, Sammie let out an enormous belch, one she tried to cut off when a couple stepped onto the elevator.

They gave her a disapproving look, but when one of the men noticed her bulging belly, he smiled. "How far along are you?"

"Six months," Sammie managed.

The other man reached out a hand and patted her tummy. "Congratulations," he said, "you look wonderful."

The next stop was Andy's floor and he guided his stuffed date out of the elevator and straight to his apartment.

She collapsed, belly up on the couch, moaning and belching uncontrollably.

Andy headed straight to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of Port and two small glasses.

"A toast to a successful dinner!" He cried.

He pulled Sammie into a sitting position and put a glass in her hand. He clicked his against hers then drained it.

Sammie was just staring at the glass, one hand fruitlessly rubbing her swollen stomach.

"Just one little drink" Andy murmured. Then he brought the glass to her lips and with a push tipped her head back. She was forced to swallow or get port poured all over her.

She moaned while Andy refilled the glasses. "Good stuff huh?" He said, purposely misinterpreting her moan.

"I—HUUUOOOOORP—" Sammie began, but Andy put another glass in her hand and when her burp was done, pushed it into her mouth.

He sat next to her and began to massage her tummy, and kept handing her glass after glass of port. When she tried to refuse the alcohol, he stopped rubbing her belly.

She was enjoying this though, he could tell. The way she squirmed on the couch and the way she only pretended to resist the next glass.

He got 2/3 of the bottle into her before deciding she was full enough. He helped her to her feet and she staggered belly-first into his bedroom.

When she flopped down onto the bed, he helped her pull off her shorts. He then began to kiss his way up her turgid tummy. She moaned at each kiss, and gasped when he slipped his tongue inside her belly button.

"Feels good, huh." He whispered

"Oooh...Andy....hic don't hic stop." She panted.

He continued kissing his way up her tummy, praising her and her appetite the whole time. She moaned and belched and hiccuped, gasping with desire the whole time.

He made his way back down to her tender belly button and began kissing and licking it in earnest. "So full," he murmured between kisses. "Such a full tummy. You did so good for me, Sammie. You ate so much."

She bucked beneath him, whining between the moans and burps.

"Andy—Urrrrrp—oh please, ple—UUURP—please...hic....ohhhh."

Her belly bulged so high that while Andy was kissing his way down from her belly button, he couldn't see any of her, just her stuffed tummy rising above him like the moon.

"Flip over," he said huskily.

Sammie struggled to and finally came to her hands and knees. Her back was arched and her belly almost touched the covers of the bed.

Andy slapped it gently and shook it back and forth, mesmerized with how little it jiggled. "Oh fuck, Sammie, you're so full and tight."

Sammie just moaned, too full, and turned on for words.

"Here," Andy whispered. "Let me make you feel good. Let me fill you up even further."

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[belching-bellies]

Burping and Making Out

First kink fic! Two *flirty* OCs are drinking together, and when one of them starts burping, the other makes a move.

Contains: Burping, alcohol, belly rubs, making out, gender-neutral narrator

James and I are pretty close, you could say. We met about a year ago, started to become real friends a few months later. I've also had a crush on him from almost the beginning, and I suspect that James feels the same way. Our friendship has gotten very flirty recently: sitting next to each other with our thighs touching, me resting my head on his shoulder, him playing with my hair. But I'm nervous enough and awkward enough that I'm don't know how to make the first move. And I don't think he knows either.

James and I were at a birthday party for one of our mutual friends. Both of us had more than a little to drink, and I was cuddled up next to him on the couch, his arm draped around my shoulder. This was exactly where I like to be: enjoying the warmth of the alcohol and the warmth of James' body next to mine. James is a lot more talkative drunk than I was, so he was doing the socializing for both of us. He was drinking a seltzer while he talked, pausing occasionally to burp softly.

James shifted to set his can down on the floor, and I could hear the liquid slosh inside of him as he moved. He re-positioned himself next to me, stopped talking mid-sentence as a look of discomfort came over his face. He placed one hand on his stomach, patted it twice, and *UURRRRPPPP*. It was a big burp, and I know he would have tried to hold it in if he'd been less drunk.

Now, I tend to get really horny when I drink. And James belching so casually, so close to me, only compounded the problem. I began to feel that familiar ache in my groin. I was unbearably horny, horny enough to risk a little bit of awkwardness. I stood up from the couch, took James by the hand, and without saying anything, led him to an empty bedroom.

"James," As I start talking, I realize I don't have a plan. "James, I've had a little bit of a crush on you for a long time,"

I pause, but when I look up, James is grinning at me, so I continue, "and I'm drunk and horny right now, and..."

I don't get the chance to finish my thought, because his mouth is on mine. It tastes sweet and a little bit like alcohol. We're both still drunk, so neither of us are bringing our A-game, but I definitely don't care.

James' hand is on the small of my back, forcing my body closer to his. So when the muscles in his belly suddenly lurch, I can feel it in my own stomach. He pulls back from me to let out a deep belch. He tries to apologize, but now it's my turn to cut him off. I kiss his neck, which was a good idea because I hear the afterburp that he probably could have stifled if my ear wasn't centimeters from his chin.

Every time James burps, I feel my brain short-circuit. I've wanted him for so long, and this is fulfilling all of my wildest fantasies.

I move back to his mouth and reposition my hands so one rests on the side of his stomach. I press down lightly, and am rewarded a few seconds later as there's a gurgle in his throat followed by a short, loud burp.

His face goes red, and I can tell he's embarrassed.

"James, don't worry about it" I place my hand at the bottom of his ribcage in a way I hope is reassuring.

"Yeah , I just don't want to gross you out or anything"

"Trust me, I'm the furthest thing from grossed out right now" I smile, and James rolls his eyes. He has no idea how honest I'm being.

"Fine, then, if you're really not grossed out, how do you like this?" He slaps his chest a couple times, and lets out a long, wet, belch.

*gurrrrrrrpppphhhggg*

"I felt that one in my own stomach" I laugh, trying to play it casual, not yet ready to tell him that I have a burp kink.

"Okay, now it's your turn"

I hadn't expected that, but I'm always game when it comes to burping. I find where James set down his drink, and I chug the rest of it. I can feel the cold bubbles in my stomach, when I shift positions, the air rushes up into my throat.

*HOUUUUOUURRRPPP*

It's louder than I thought it would be, and James also seems taken aback.

"God damn, I'm impressed," he pats my stomach, which gurgles in response and I burp again, mouth closed this time.

The alcohol has made us both tired, so when James lays down on the bed, I lay next to him and drape my arm across his chest. I look over and his eyes are closed.

"Are you asleep?"

"No," he whispers back. Then James opens his eyes and turns to face me. "When we're both sober, I want to take you on a real date"

#burp #burping #burp fic #burp kink #male burp #belch #belching #eructo #kink fic #alc mention #belch kink #belches #bloating #intox kink #full belly #cute belly #soda chug #my writing #fic

[darksvster]

begging on her knees to be popular — ➥ e, one-shot drabble, 1384 words rhaenyra receives her punishment after disobeying her uncle and then begs for his come.

tw: dom/sub, edging, like multi-day edging, bratnyra but like relatively sub, creampie, the dove might be dying

ao3 link

#house of the dragon #hotd fic #daemyra #daemyra fanfic #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #modern au #kink fic #SeptonsAndSinners2024 #mine #attempting to post my fic back on here #we'll see how it goes

[grandesteartherquakedreamer]

The AkuMother: Her Firstborn

(FINALLY! After having this caged in my brain for over a year, I now have the courage to share this story of mine. Not to confuse the two stories I commissioned to @gimmeabigpush. SHE wrote those stories, not me. I'm once again inspired by her for me to write this. Also, a MASSIVE kudos to @demonsandco {Yes, the one with the Obey Me's Demon Brothers Redesign} for the gorgeous art of my MC / OC! Like I said previously, this is a 18+ kink and smut fanfiction.

If you're under 18, PLZ DNI! If the following tags aren't your cup of tea, you're also free to ignore it. More importantly, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I wrote it! 😈🤰) {Edit: You may have noticed that I made some slight changes and attempted to fix any mistakes I find. My apologies in advance. }

They felt it. Their eyes widened in concern and froze at whatever they were doing as soon as it happened. The Seven Rulers of the Underworld all got up and stampeded past the hallway, down the stairs and made it outside the guest room. To “her” bedroom. The door was closed, so one of the demons reached for the door handle. But his eldest brother stopped him. He put a finger above his lips and hushed them before they could panic.

"She said she’ll take a nap and we do not wish to frighten her,” he said. "Don't make a move until I signal to you all."

When he finished speaking, he opened the door slowly. It creaked as it swayed apart. Inside of the room was a tree that grew from the ground. With lanterns hung from the branches and its vines covering part of the wall. Under the tree on the bed with her back facing them was her. The demon mother-to-be herself, Yuki. 

The demon's long, light pink hair was twisted and twirled in a braid. Her body was covered in a thin blanket. She stirred awake as soon as she felt the presence of her seven doting partners. Fresh air flooded into her nose and deep in her lungs followed by a yawn so soft it was almost impossible to hear. A unique warmness flooded her senses. Though she was a little more sore than previously, she also felt her child is exactly where they were meant to be. So dreamy-eyed and tranquill, she shifted her body and reached her arms towards the headboard. That's when the eldest signaled his younger brothers to help Yuki up. Of course, just being there with someone they've known in under a year would be helpful as well. 

When Yuki managed to sit upright with their assistance, more of the young mother revealed herself as the blanket fell on her lap. She was wearing a sports bra when she slept. More notably, her magnificent gravid belly dropped. At mercy of the hands of gravity. As she looked at her seven sires, she smiled sheepishly at them. 

With one hand on the mattress to keep herself up, while the other hand caressing on her baby bump. 

She knew that they’d known why they appeared before her. Yuki looked down at the bed and used her free hand to remove the blanket. They gasped either in amazement or horror. 

The other end of the mattress alongside a pillow for her legs was freshly soaked. The naked flower between her thighs is still oozing with the clear fluid. Yuki tilted her head as her smile grew wider alongside flushing pink cheeks. She giggled before she said:

"She's ready to meet all of us."

-

Shortly after the confirmation of Yuki entering her first stage of labor, Lucifer turned and asked his brothers if there was anything else to prepare for the child's arrival. They both watch as the other demons shoved and scattered out of the door. Causing a bit of a commotion down the hallway. 

“Why did you phrase it like that?” she asked him, her eyes meeting his own. "The way you've said it made it sound like the end times were upon us. Plus, there's no rush."

Lucifer knelt before her. Placing his large gloved hand on Yuki’s warm, stretched skin. He sighed. 

"It’s …still hard to wrap my head around." He answered. Certainly seeing the Avatar of Pride being vulnerable was a rare sight. Especially feeling a sort of guilt from his past. 

Yuki placed both of her hands and played with his hair, minding the horns. While she played, she suddenly stopped as Lucifer lowered his brow. Something stirred deep within her. He placed both hands on the lower swell of her belly. On cue, Yuki removed her hands from his head, placed them on top of her belly, and began her breathing techniques she was taught. 

Pressure began the shutter and tense within her midsection and her pelvis. It wasn't terribly strong. Yet it felt so tense, yet so natural. They have both remembered the teachings of the maternity books. Lucifer was the only few who paid close attention to every detail. Even if it were headed to more… graphic parts. Oh, would he dare to mention how she sounded? The young mother hummed and whimpered lightly, focusing solely on her breathing. It was music to his ears. Part of him wished he could hear her like this for as long as he'd want.

When the first of many of these "waves" subsided, Yuki exhaled deeply and relaxed. Shifting her hips slightly, she leans down to kiss the top of Lucifer's head. He felt much more relaxed from that. Tender even. He looked at Yuki's belly and used both hands to move up and down, caressing it. Entranced by the strength of her body. She's also kind enough to let Lucifer kiss her beautiful baby bump.

"No doubt, you'll bring a whole new life into the world." He murmured. "You have every reason to feel proud of yourself." Then he looked up at his partner as she gazed down at him, even if her belly made it harder to see. She gave a slightly confused look back at him before she spoke. 

"There's no need to be anxious, Luci dear.~ She said, changing her tone at the end. "It'll be a while before I make room for her to make a grand entrance."

Lucifer sigh as he got up. He even helped Yuki up to her feet from the bed. Not before putting a hand under her chin and kissing her lips boldly. She wasn't taken aback of how forward he is, and even allowed his tongue to meet her own. When he pulled away, Yuki panted for air as she wrapped her arm around him and he did the same. Both of them walked out of the guestroom so the young mother could spend more time laboring with her other six partners. This is just the beginning of her labor, and she felt so ready to go forward with the ones closest and most intimate with her.

-

An hour or so passed, and the progress of these “pangs” became more regular. Steadier, stronger, closer together. It sure wasn’t as easy to keep them in check. Especially if you claim to be as “great” as Mammon. His younger brother Leviathan was present too. They and Yuki are in the common room (the same room where Yuki first met the brothers). She sat on the chair facing the fireplace. Levi undoing her braid (because it promotes better blood flow according to her), while his older brother knelt next to her. Propped his elbow on the armchair and held Yuki's hand. 

When they were not becoming an anxious mess once another strong sensation overcome her, they both stared at Yuki in awe. Mesmerized even. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders and hips, the sports bra nearly at its breaking point trying to contain her milk-filled tits. If her pregnant glow wasn't enough before, the golden glow of the fireplace made her radiate. Once she had to breathe through a contraction, both of them did well on the pressure points they were taught to deal with according to their clever, but short-tempered younger brother. Levi used both hands to massage her shoulders while Mammon applied some counterpressure on Yuki’s widened hips and plush outer thighs. They've even praised her with whispered affirmations.

"You got this one, don'cha babe?." One of them said,

"Y-Y-You're absolutely stunning!" Another one said, whispering behind her ear.

Of course it was much more challenging to stay calm for all of them. The baby was pressing, barreling, almost grinding against her still opening cervix. Low. She felt so low. Low enough to slip out at any given time, but that's impossible. The extra amount of trickling fluid didn't help either. When the pressure finally released, the three of them relaxed simultaneously. Mammon was especially relieved. 

"That contraction didn't bother ya too much, did it?" He asked.

Her eyes fluttered open but frowned down at him.

"Mammon, I told you NOT to use that word." She answered. Levi glared back at him with a towel in hand. He shrugged his shoulders in response.

That was how it went for them. Yuki is already halfway in dilation, which is a good sign that her little girl was well on her way. Spending time with two brothers who gave each other a bit of a hard time. Yet they made sure to put Yuki's care first and foremost. They assisted her with resilience. Their younger brothers would surely follow suit.

-

Now the pangs were hitting ever closer and more intensely than ever. Yuki didn't think she processed as quickly as she did. Not Satan. The blonde hair demon could tell she'll deliver soon enough. This time, they're both in the library. They both experiment with different positions and vocal tones. Those were helpful to either relax or cope as the waves crashed within her womb. Her favorite part is the essential oils. It was Asmodeus' idea, as it so happened that he arrived to check on them both. Followed up by the twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Satan filled them in on the current situation before he left to take care of something else in the living room. 

The three youngest brothers went up to Yuki. Asmo embraced her, while the twins nuzzled her from behind. Their presence gave her much needed comfort during and between the intensities. Swapping spots periodically. Massage her. Sore areas and pressure points on her slim yet curvy body. Kissing her lips. Her cheek. Her neck. Her shoulders. Stimulating her. First taking off the sports bra to finally free her sore breast. Then wrapping their lips around her hard nipple and pinching the other. Then they kiss her taut belly lower and lower, until they kiss directly on her petals, and the sensitive pearl within. The second their mouth was set in place, the young mother went from whimpering and panting to a half-moan, half-whine that sounded deliciously sublime. She could tell by the electricity tingling up and down her spine, they took her physical and emotional care to the next level. Many internal squeezes, contractions, whatever you call came and went. One after the other. Soon as the latest was over, one of brothers first slipped their fingertips in their mouth and they checked on Yuki's process.

She has just hit transition. 

-

The twins left first as they head to meet up the others as planned. A few minutes later, arm and arm, the other two demons followed in their footsteps. Taking the opportunity between the powerful waves, they walked (and waddled) toward the halls until they reached the doors to the dining room. Asmo looked at the exhausted and reluctant demon. When her timid eyes met his own, he gave her a reassuring smile. With his free hand, he passively forced the door open, and they both entered.

"Look at what we did, darling!" He said as he pointed out something. Yuki raised her head, and what did she see on her left?

The once empty living room was now fully redecorated. String lights held by the two chandeliers were decorated with butterflies and crystals, and flowers and stars. The walls were covered in pastel-colored crepe streamers. The extra pillows and flower petals were made in a big circle like a giant nest, surrounded by lanterns on the floor. Save the fireplace under the large mirror. Lucifer and his brothers were already waiting for them both. 

Everything was finally ready. All those nine long months would be rewarded for their marvelous significance ahead of them all. The eight of them each sat on color-coded cushions on different spots of the "nest". Yuki sat upright in the center (of course), with a thick towel under her legs. Lucifer and Satan knelt behind her with their arms wrapped around her own and gripped her hands gently. Her legs spread wide open like the butterfly wings on her back. Mammon and Levi held on to one leg, and Beel and Belphie held the other leg. With no one else to be, Asmo knelt in front at Yuki’s feet in full display. Full-term, fully nude, fully open. Full of last-minute anxiety.

"I…I…I-" she couldn't even form a sentence. Almost lost in a thick fog of her emotions at this point. The timing couldn't be worse, as her belly turned a bloody pink with a brutally powerful contraction. 

-

"Yuki."

Hearing her name being called, she anchored back into reality. Her eyes watering, chest heaving, heartbeat thundering. Even what she's about to go through, the world around her seems to slow down. She looks at her sires. Up front, right, and left. Surrounded by warmth by the hearth, safety, and most importantly. Unconditional love.

"If you would both allow us," Lucifer spoke up after clearing his throat. "We all have one more surprise." He turned to his youngest brother.

“Belphegor?”

Belphie turns his head to Lucifer and nods his head.

First, he sang a verse of a song. Then Levi as he caressed her leg, and then Asmo made Yuki look up at him with his fingers under her chin. Next up was Satan rubbing his thumb on her hand. Followed up by Mammon, then Lucifer right after him, and finally Beel. At last the choir of their voices sang out in unity is unlike anything she had ever heard. She could’ve sworn that they sounded like angels. With no one else to blame, not even herself. Her mind and body were put at ease. Even the child who is about to leave her tight home can hear their voices too. Allowing both mother and child allowed their words to strike directly at their hearts. Especially with the final two words. 

“My Love.”

That's it. Her intern wisdom activates just as the pressure begins to grow in a different way. Yuki, feeling empowered, closed her eyes and smiled softly. For a quick moment, her seven partners were awestruck. Her beauty and her strength transformed her. To them, she's become a goddess, hands down. They were ready. The demon mother inhaled through her nose and tucked her chin. The baby's head weighing on the fully open cervix.

With everyone present, she gave in to the urge to push for the very first time. Yuki is giving birth, and it felt just... Right.

Her glossy orb of a belly became brick hard with each future wave. Feeling the large sphere descend into her vagina. Into the canal. Already slippery wet and silky-smooth, despite how tight it is.

The expansion of the mussel and tissue is almost inconceivable, as if it was being stimulated. She made sure her first delivery would be extra precious. Even when the wave subsided, she caught her breath. Her eyes lulled, but twinkle with a mix of contentment and ecstasy.

This was a birth the princes have ever been present too. Whether they were embarrassed or not. If they felt shameful or not. They made sure to keep her legs far back without feeling restricted. When she did get time to rest, they made sure to whisper their praises and encouragement. If the opportunity allowed them so, they'd kissed her knuckles, her shoulders and cheek. Yuki looked and felt illegally sexy. Her ponderous skin glamorizes. She wished with all her heart and soul on how wonderful she felt in the midst of childbirth.

Yuki's breathing hitched, and this time allowed her breath to bring her baby downwards. Feeling the child continue to fall even lower than ever before (as her head stretching her walls nicely). Though her face showed concentration, she grasped two of her partner's hands a bit tighter. It felt great to feel her little one moving sinking into her vaginal passageway. 

Though she grunted from the back of her throat, her voice is so soft and so light. Completely obedient to her body's instincts with her breathing, panting, and moaning and such. So why did she need to hold back? She deserved this.

The garden flower, her glistening pussy, turned rose red. Already swollen and throbbed desperately. Once the pressure released, she felt the size, shape and weight of her daughter's head just pressed behind her labia. Though not enough to see her hair (yet). Both mother and daughter have full control. Any spike of pain washes away with pleasure in its place. She shifted her wide hips, cradling side-to-side. Prioritizing the quiet arrival of "their" baby girl.

Everyone else was laser-focused on her sacred place (but not in a perverted way), as if they suddenly felt their eyes drawn directly to the flower seconds away from opening up. Exactly in the position she only dreamed. When she'll bring forth the ultimate gift. Then Yuki closed her eyes and gives a big, yet tender push.

Finally, it happens. Her pussy lips began to open and bloom revealing the baby's scalp immediately followed by wet, slick hair. Everyone was astonished, if not dumbfounded. They can only sit and watch as the head almost makes the teardrop shape before the pressure vanishes. The head withdrew from view, but not by a lot..

When Yuki opened her eyes and caught her breath, she let go of one of their hands and reached down to her raw, sensitive opening. As she felt her fingertips press against her daughter's head, she gasped as much as she grinned. The love for their child was felt in every fiber of her being. Her partners could tell by looking. There is no rush, yet she longs to feel her small body in her arms. Even her body seemed to be just as eager when Yuki breathed into her nose and pushed.

The baby's head continues to emerge slowly. Her slick, baby-filled cunt squelched and almost squeaked. Her head became a teardrop again, then the tight opening grew bigger, and bigger. Wider and wider. By the time the pressure dissolves, Yuki held on to the full, and very tight crown as she catches her breath. When it looked so pretty before, THIS was the newest definition of beautiful. She has so much curly brown hair! Sure it sizzled, but she didn't care. Alas, her gorgeous form was for a brief moment.

Yuki pushed lightly, as the other watched the soft forehead appears into view. As if the baby will come out facing up to her mother, one prince decides to use his free hands and is placed under the crowning head of his daughter. Their daughter. Yuki huffed and grunted lightly as she tries looking over her impressively large belly to see for herself. At first her brow emerged, followed up by a pair of lashes, a button of a nose, and finally…

*Pop!* 

Her mouth and chin appear, with all of her head successfully birthed (with some amount of fluid spilling out,) as she rests on their waiting palms. Everyone, including the mother was overcome with emotion. Her face… Like a handmade porcelain doll of flesh and bone. She looks so…captivating. So tranquil. They did not even notice her curly black horns and frilly-shaped ears. It was immeasurable love in its purest form.

One of them checks for the umbilical cord to be sure it wasn't around her neck. When he gave a nod of approval to Yuki, she wasted no more time. Giving in to her final push, she shuts her eyes tightly. 

Even as the baby rotates to make room for her shoulders, the calming atmosphere of the living room seems to hold its breath. 

The light touch of the emerging shoulder stimulating her clit. Yuki suddenly bucked her hips and came hard. Her newly born daughter emerged completely in a rush, surprising everyone. She is free.

-

Meanwhile, far on the different side of the Devildom. (Of hell itself). Within the castle of the Demon Lord, Prince Diavolo walked the barren hallways. His most trusted steward would always follow behind him. But when he turned around, he saw him staring at the tall window.

“Barbatos!” He called out. “What’s up?”

As he walks up to him, he can feel a presence unlike anything he felt. It wasn’t even a magical presence. His butler slowly looked up at his young master. He knew what would and has happened. But he simply said the following to him…

“She has come.”

Barbatos wasn't one to be joking around with. When “he” was the one who directly spoke to the "then" heavily pregnant Yuki, that the birth of her child will change everything. Just as the prophecies written in ancient scriptures have now been put to fruition. Especially when it wasn’t exactly how anyone else thought it went down. The moment of this specific birth was felt across the three realms. While the new family is free to love their own child, many others would fear her sinister aura.

Back at the House of Lamentation, (the palace mansion), the softest wails was heard across the rooms. The infant’s harmonic cries filled the room with rapture, proving that she is alive and well. The eight demons were utterly moved by what they witnessed. Yuki wept tears of joy as she finally snuggled her new daughter so close to her heart, as her seven sires’ embrace and basked in the glow of the special child. The child who mostly looked just like her mother before she became a demon. Dare she'd say, that this entire experience was 'pure magic'.

When the cries started to dwindle and cooed, and as her mother swaddled her new daughter in a soft blanket, the first of two remarkable qualities was discovered. 

-

“Yo… move your hand.” Mammon said nervously.

“Huh, what.. Why?” asked Yuki, confused. His other brothers turned to face him with their brows lowered. But she did as she was told, and lifted her head to see her child’s back.

“Guys look!” she cried.

They turned their heads to see the little demons back. Not that she has “six” itty-bitty black wings on her back. Yuki pointed at the back of her neck, and there it was. On the nape is what looked to be a sort of birthmark, the color of twilight’s shade. It had a combination of shapes to make it look like a bird. The diamonds for the eyes, a heart for the beak, the two horns and teardrops for its wings. The body a seven pointed star, and most infamously, the tail the shape of an upside-down cross. 

When they all weren’t paying attention, the little demon took the opportunity to shift down to her mother’s breast. Plush lip latch around her nipple and began to suckle. Yuki squeaked in response, until she and everyone else caught on that the girl started nursing.

“She must’ve been hungry.” Beel mused.

After watching her nurse for a bit, the demonic infant revealed her second most remarkable yet unexpected quality. Her eyes popped open as looked up directly at her mother.

Rainbow irises. The child literally has rainbow colored eyes! With an added bonus that her eyes change colors from a rainbow to match her mother’s brown eyes. Just by simply blinking. Even with this revelation, they still loved their little girl. No matter what.

-

When the child was a few hours old, she wore proper baby clothes and laid in her crib. Her parents watchings over. 

The proud mother, though weakened from events prior, now wore her favorite soft bathrobes. With one hand on the rail of the crib, the other gently placed on her now flatten belly. Yuki muses over how much they loved her repeatedly. One of them glazed over her shoulder.

“So.. what name did you choose for her?” they asked. Yuki sighed in frustration but could not help but giggle.

“Genesis. That’s her name”. She answered. 

Silence filled the room as the brothers were left to think. The more they thought about that specific name, the more it made sense. Yuki turns around and suddenly presents herself and waits for them to notice her, and when they do, she speaks.

“This child of ours is a dream come true. But I felt pity that you all fought over me while I was pregnant. I want to try again but make a few changes while repeating the experiences I adored, even with its flaws.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Yuki?” His brothers looked at him and back at her. The new mother's response.

“From this moment henceforth, I’m willing to give my body to each and every one and carry your children at a time.” It left six of them almost flabbergasted, but Asmodeus was delighted.

“Oooh, Yuki! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asked.

The edges of her lips curve into a much bigger (and shameless) smile.

“Of course! Dreams change. Now, I’ve always wanted a big family.”

Yuki’s journey started as a dying human in the woods, and now she’s become the broodmare for seven demons. In the coming years, she’ll have many, many children who will leave their marks on the three realms. Especially Yuki herself, who she’ll be known in history as…

The AkuMother.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #Obey me smut #kink fic #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #obey me satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #smut fic #I have a #Pregnancy kink #Pregnant kink #Birth kink #Childbirth kink #Pregnant in labor #Labor #Preggo belly #Belly kink #Pregnant demon #Demons #Minors dni #Plz #tw: childbirth

[naughtynoodle056]

Okay I neglected to post this here for a while untuil I felt like it was long enough to share but alas! I present my long running feedism story!! It's mostly male focused, but the main man in question is African-American, so it's at least a little different from the gainer fics we usually see xD

Fandom: Original Work

Categories: F/M, M/M, multi

Tags: stuffing, feeding, weight gain, intox, recreational drug use, marijuana, alcohol, eating, polyamory, implied sexual content, belly rubs, eructophilia, humiliation, drunken flirting, more tags listed on AO3

#stuffing #weight gain #eructo #chubby guy #male weight gain #male stuffing #stuffed belly #soft feedism #male feedee #black feedee #black feedist #ao3 fic #ao3 writer #kink fic #wg fiction #noodle art #my ocs #This drawing is kind of unrelated to the fic since it's not the 2000s but i'm posting it anyways LMAO

[asmallgaycow]

I AM A GLITCHY LITTLE ROBOT AND HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!

I just discovered the Human Domestication Guide universe in the last two days thanks to a friend linking me this lovely piece by Fluxom, In Sleep We Fell. I accidentally started doing some self-reflection through the lens of the domestication process while reading another longer lovely piece by Fluxom, Abscission, and like... I'm feeling extremely happy???

Like a lot happier than I've felt in uh..... ever. I realized how mean I've been being to myself and tried to just let myself do all the silly autistic things I usually stop myself from doing. I realized the only reason I was telling people that I was self-conscious about my tics when they said they found them cute is that I thought that I should be, that no one could find my weird noises and twitches adorable, that I had to not randomly sing or make fun mouth sounds when I was at home just because I somehow thought people could hear them through my walls.

Well, guess what, past and future me?

I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I've been so focused on being kind to others that I forgot to be kind to myself. I love me, and I'll do my best to keep it that way. And if I slip up now and again, that's fine.

A mistake is not the same thing as failure.

We got this. You can do it, little floret.

#basically what I'm saying is don't underestimate the power of well-written kink fic to power self-improvement #good feels #mental health #self acceptance #self love #human domestication guide #hdg #fluxom #kink fic

[claymorexpunisher]

Drew McIntyre x Fem. Reader (18+) (preview)

Disclaimer: This is a preview of a Drew x fem reader consensual/non-consent fic I've been working on. Though this is just a preview, things pop off right from the start so please read this kind of fic at your own risk/discretion.

As soon as I woke up, I felt a large hand clasp over my mouth, muffling my surprised shriek.

My heart pounded as I started thrashing this way and that, but to no avail. Drew’s firm torso and hands pressed me down on the bed, dulling my frantic movements.

“Let go of me!” I screamed underneath his palm; my voice sounded warped to my ears and his.

“Ooh… a feisty little kitten.” Drew mocked. His breath felt hot against my ear and my neck and tried once again to wriggle away from him in disgust. “But a stupid one too. Haven’t you watched a single scary movie, love? I watched you check every single nook and cranny in this house… except the back door… You practically invited me in. So of course, I decided to make myself at home…” He went on and I realized he wasn’t lying. His bare torso pressed against my barely covered skin, and I could feel the material of his boxers and the hard line of his cock pressed against my ass.

“While you went to grab a drink at the party, I went through your phone... I saw what you wrote to your little boyfriend- all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you… I also read about your little fantasy. About how you wanted to pretend you didn’t know each other. And you wanted him to follow you home and have his way with you. imagine my shock, that an adorable little thing like you could be so fucking filthy. I’m not your boyfriend but I’m more than willing to give you exactly what you were begging for.” Drew chuckled darkly. The sound sent chills from the top of my head down to the tip of my toes. But underneath that lick of fear there was something else. Something I was embarrassed to recognize.

Arousal.

Lust.

My head was swimming with it, and I knew he could tell.

All through last night, I felt eyes on me. Watching me. Following my every move.

#drew mcintyre fic #drew mcintyre x reader #drew mcintyre smut #drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre x female reader #drew mcintyre fanfic #wwe fic #wwe smut #kink fic #minors dni #kiddies take a hike #niños! váyanse a dormir

[its-complicateed]

Full, Fuller, Fullest

Part 1: Full

"Heyyyy!" She answered the phone with her usual cheerful manner.

Andy gulped. He had called to ask her out to dinner. It would be their very first official date.

He had met Sammie at a house party a few weeks ago, and they had drunkenly hit it off. They were both athletic and naturally slim, but Sammie had worn these jean shorts and a crop top that showed off how bloated the beer made her belly. She was tiny, so even a little bloat was obvious on her.

Andy had not been able to take his eyes off her—or her belly—and with his own stomach full of liquid courage, he walked over and struck up a conversation.

He had worried that she saw him eyeing her stomach, because she kept rubbing her hand over it while they talked. But on their multiple lunch dates, she hadn't said anything about it, and had only eaten a normal amount of food.

"Andy?" Sammie's questioning voice sounded over the phone and he jolted back to the present.

"Hey, sorry," he mumbled. "I uh wanted to ask you in class today, but I didn't see you, and uh I couldn't wait so...umm doyouwannagoonadatetonight?" He was so nervous that he ran all his words together. There was a pause and then Sammie exclaimed, "Yes!! I'd love to! I've been waiting for you to ask."

So it was settled. Andy would pick her up at 7 for a fancy Italian dinner, her absolute favorite. He would order plenty of food, and if they didn't eat it all, then he would have to resign the idea that she might be into bellies like he was.

He picked her up right on time. She was wearing a pair of high-rise pants, a lacy crop top and an open blazer jacket.

"You look lovely," he grinned.

At the restaurant, they each ordered a glass of wine, but before she could look at the menu, he reached across and put his hand on hers. "I don't want you to do anything but eat and enjoy yourself tonight. Let me do the ordering."

"Sure," she nodded, not looking the least surprised. She leaned back and sipped on her wine while he perused the menu.

The waiter came by and took Andy's order and refilled Sammie's glass of wine as well. It was a strong vintage, and from the flush on her cheeks, Andy could tell she was feeling the alcohol. A little tiny thing like her couldn't have much of a tolerance anyway.

They chatted and sipped at their drinks, Andy keeping her glass topped off the whole time. They almost finished the whole bottle by the time the antipasto arrived.

The plate was piled high with bruschetta, and they both dug in eagerly.

"Mmmm...this is so good!" Sammie said around a mouthful of bread and tomatoes.

Andy took a deep drink of wine before nodding, "This place had the best bruschetta. Here, take another." He slid three more pieces of bread onto her plate.

She did not hesitate and quickly finished all three. Ever the gentleman, Andy let her have the majority.

Next came the pasta. A heaping bowl of spaghetti and homemade meat sauce covered in fresh cheese.

Sammie twirled her fork into the bowl and popped it in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all she said before diving back into the dish.

Andy watched in quiet fascination while Sammie finished off the entire big bowl of pasta with seemingly no effort. He was 2/3 done with his and starting to feel a bit full.

He stifled a belch into his napkin and leaned back patting his stomach. "Oof, gotta make room for the next course."

Sammie who had been nursing the last glass of wine, quirked an eyebrow.

"You're done?" She asked, casually.

Yes yes yes! Thought Andy. She's into this alright.

Out loud, however, he just said, "It's all yours," and slid the bowl to her. She finished quickly, hardly stopping to sip at her wine until all the pasta was gone.

The bowl empty, she leaned back in her seat and rested a hand on her middle. Andy cursed under his breath at not being able to see how swollen her belly was getting. But before Sammie could ask what he said, the waiter appeared with two massive plates of fish.

Silence fell again while they ate, but this time, Sammie was the first one to stop.

"Mmmmpf, this is soo good but—uurp—oh excuse me. I'm getting a little full."

Andy sat up straighter in his seat and caught a glimpse of her belly. It was pushing hard against the tight waist of her pants and her crop top had slid up a bit, revealing the growing curve of belly under her ribs.

"Surely you've got more room," he laughed, trying to make himself sound confident about casual. "This is your favorite food after all!"

Sammie put both hands on her belly. "Oof it is but..."

"But nothing then!" Andy interrupted. Boldly, he loaded up her fork and put it in her hand. "Come on, down the hatch."

She struggled up and kept eating. Andy did his best to subtly encourage her, saying things like:

"Isn't this good?"

"Food like this is too good to take home."

"Italian food is best enjoyed on a full belly anyway."

She finished her fish with a groan and slumped back, cradling her stomach with both hands.

"Ooooh..." she moaned weakly.

"There!" Andy cried. "Wasn't that good?"

"Mmmpf—UUURP—" Sammie blushed bright red and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, oh dear. Excuse me...."

"Nothing to worry about." Andy reassured her, sliding his mostly finished fish to her side of the table. "Big burps like that are a sign of a happy belly. Also, you've got a little more room now, so you can finish these last bites right?"

Sammie looked down at his fish, but before she could protest, Andy took a big forkful and popped it in her mouth.

She grunted and groaned around the mouthful, but chewed and swallowed obediently. When he held up the second and third bites, she ate those as well. Her belly groaned, Andy could hear it over the smooth jazz music in the restaurant. It was packed tight (and he wasn't nearly done stuffing it tonight.)

"Oh well done, Sammie," he said. "Nice and full now, yeah?"

He could see her belly without much effort now. The lacy crop top was riding up to nearly her breasts, no matter how much she pulled it down.

"Oooh...Andy, I'm—urp uuuurp—stuffed...ooof." Sammie massaged circles into her belly where it was bulging over her pants. Her pale skin was stretched taut with all the food and wine inside her body. "I've never been this fu—uuuuuurp...ohhh...full."

He reached over the table and gave her belly a light pat. "I hope you aren't," he said. "Because here comes dessert."

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A Day Beneath the King (Kink Fic; LeonaXReader)

WARNING: IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, TURN BACK IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS NOT A STORY FOR YOU, SO DO NOT READ IT, PLEASE. EVERYBODY GOT THAT? GOOD.

Yesterday was International Underwear Day. Yes, really. That’s a thing. I was too late to make anything for that on time, BUT I did decide to finish this complete madhouse of kinky weirdness featuring Leona Kingscholar from “Twisted Wonderland.” For a long time, I’ve toyed around with the idea of ass entrapment; a tiny partner/preything being trapped in/with the rump of their giant-sized beau/predator for a while. I decided, as an experiment (and since I’ve had booties on the brain lately) to write up a trial of a story focused entirely on that kink. And who better to help with this experiment than my God and Master of Fiction, Leona?  This story contains rump smushing/smothering, butt crushing, ass entrapment, implied vore, various macro/micro elements, and general insanity. If none of that sounds like something you want to read, you have one last chance to turn back. If you’re still here...enjoy the ride. I know I did. >///>

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“Hmph. You know, Herbivore…I always thought you were cute, but at this size? Heh…I think even a mouse would say you’re adorable.”

A fittingly mouse-like squeak was the only audible response you had to offer, as you gazed up at your titan-sized boyfriend. When Leona Kingscholar had invited you to his dorm room, with the promise of a special “anniversary surprise,” you hadn’t expected it to be a faceful of Sam’s patented, long-lasting shrinking powder. Now, you were smaller than a rodent, while Leona’s handsome form loomed over you. A smug look of amusement was upon his scarred yet supremely beautiful face, while his green eyes glowed with a keen, almost ravenous sort of gleam…which, to be fair, seemed to be their usual setting. Your heart was hammering hard in your chest, for many reasons. Not the least of them was the fact that Leona was almost naked: it was still morning, and the lazy lion hadn’t yet gotten dressed for the day’s activity. His tanned, toned form leered down at you in all its glory; his well-shaped six pack abs pulsed with his breath, his large, heavy feet planted down on either side of your. His dark mane cast shadows across his face, giving an almost evil yet deeply entrancing veneer to his supercilious expression. “What’s the matter?” he purred. “Cat got your tongue?” He grinned, showing off his fangs as you were helpless to do anything but sputter mindlessly. Your faculties for speech and proper thought were all but kaput…seeing all that warm, inviting, smooth skin…seeing that gorgeous body…seeing those sharp teeth and that hungry look in his eyes… You weren’t sure exactly how small you were - less than three inches, to be certain - but you somehow felt totally microscopic now. As if you were in the presence of a God. You didn’t dare tell Leona that, though: the big jerk had an ego the size of a hot air balloon already, after all. With a rumble that seemed to make the floor beneath your feet quake, one of Leona’s strong, long-fingered hands reached out and scooped you up, carefully lifting you into the air as he rose from his squatting position. He stood at his full height, his free hand resting upon his plush, curved hip, which he cocked slightly as he inspected you within his grasp. His grip was firm yet tender; not painful, but certainly not easy to break. You wiggled instinctively, and watched him grin once more. “Don’t struggle, worm,” he teased, playfully, swishing his rope-like tail. “Now that’s just an uncalled for name,” you muttered, trying not to show how much the demeaning taunt made you blush. You were pretty sure you failed. “Well, I guess you’re right,” shrugged Leona. “If you were a worm, I’d just squish you.” A slightly sadistic shimmer came to his fanged smile as he gave you a squeeze…then chuckled as you squeaked once more. “Such a pathetic little thing,” he cooed, then raised an eyebrow. “How are you enjoying my anniversary surprise so far, hmmm?” “W-Well, I’m…mostly wondering WHY you’ve shrunk me?” you decided to ask, rather shyly. It was clear Leona was in a mean mood, and you really didn’t want to upset him when he was in that state. He could be scary even when he WASN’T in such a mood…but to be fair, giving in to his dominating presence had never exactly been something you tried hard to deny. You loved being his, and he loved knowing that. “I decided to give you a gift,” said Leona. “You’re going to take a backseat position for the rest of the day. Call it a favor: today, you don’t need to do any schoolwork. You don’t have to walk to class, run on the PE field, deal with those smelly chemicals in the lab…” “I’m guessing, at this point, there’s a catch involved,” you drawled. After all, he hadn’t just shrunk you to give you a break. You knew him too well to expect or believe that. “Depends on what you mean by catch,” answered Leona, slyly. 

He then leaned close, and you squirmed as his sharp nose nuzzled against you. You could feel his nostrils flare as he not-so-subtly sniffed, taking in your scent. The intimacy was only enhanced by the vast size difference; you felt as if his nose, itself, was larger than you were. “Mmmm…I’m gonna keep you with me the whole day,” Leona growled, in a possessive sort of way. “No one else gets to see you. No one else gets to FEEL you. For our anniversary, I’m making sure that You’re. All. Mine. So, now that you’re so tiny…” He lapped his tongue over you, making you squeal as saliva was slapped across your side. “Mmmmaaaaah…I’m going to put you away somewhere,” Leona breathed, the warm, humid, meat-scented air wafting over you when he spoke. “Somewhere close…somewhere warm…somewhere dark…heh, probably doesn’t smell too good, probably very tight…but you’ll be safe. For a while, anyway.” You gulped as you saw him lick his perfect lips. “I…I’m g-guessing that ‘somewhere’ is…uh…right down there?” you eeked out, pointing down towards his bare belly. Leona laughed, his free hand rubbing up and down over his washboard abs. “As tempting as that is, not this time,” he answered. “I’ve got somewhere else in mind to hold onto you for the day.” You must have looked quite confused, for Leona’s sneaky smile widened. “I told you before,” he said, his voice dropping an octave in a husky, dusky way. “You’re taking a BACKSEAT position today.” The hand that caressed his belly moved down and around. The fingertips brushed over his pelvis, slid serenely across his hip and his thigh…and you felt something inside you flip-flop as you saw that hand rub up and down over the curve of one of his soft, round, well-padded rump cheeks. “Wait…w-wait, you…what…you…?” “Tch. You really need to stop stuttering, Herbivore,” scoffed Leona. “How can I enjoy you whimpering out my name if you can’t even talk straight?’ “Ass,” was all you could say. Leona grinned wider than ever. “Heh. You got it right,” he chuckled, and then lowered you carefully. “Now, take a deep breath, Herbivore. It’s probably the last bit of fresh air you’re gonna taste for a while.” You felt your eyes widen as you soon found yourself hovering, in an easy grasp, over the small of Leona’s backside. You could see the y-shaped space beneath his supple tail, which acted as the entrance to cleft between his cushioned glutes. Those same glutes were soon plainly visible, as his other hand stretched the back of the elastic band of his underpants, revealing a warm, musky-smelly cave, lined in fabric and flesh. “Wait…w-wait, Leona, LEONA, HOLD ON…!” Leona wasn’t holding on, in any way. You scrabbled against his fingers, but - with a simple tip of the wrist - you tumbled from his hand and plunged straight down into the dark well in the back of his black-and-gold boxers. THWAPP! “Ahhhh…mmmmmm,” moaned Leona, eyes fluttering closed as he trapped you in the back of his underwear. He bit his lip and rumbled, a look of pure, possessive pleasure in his jade-colored eyes as one of his hands lightly caressed the cloth-covered softness of his ass, roaming his palm around the half-spherical curve of one of his plump, plush, well-stacked cheeks. “Welcome to the king’s ‘throne room,’ Herbivore,” he teased. “Hope you enjoy the view, because you won’t be seeing anything else unless I allow it.” Leona gave his butt a firm spank. His cheeks wobbled and bounced against each other from the impact…and against you. You tried to speak, but all you could really manage - at least at first - were muffled, wordless noises. The fat fanny mounds were smushing against either side of your face, your head pressing into the outermost layer of his booty canyon. Your arms were outstretched, firmly pinned between the fatty swells of his blubbery buttocks, and the tight-fitting fabric prison created by his boxers. You tried to move your legs, but they had slid into the crack itself; you could feel the silky, soft skin that lined the crevice swallowing up your feet. All around you was the oppressive warmth of the lion-man’s fat ass, his stacked cake baking your own skin with its heat. You tried to squirm, but Leona growled at your efforts. Muffled squeaking sounds left you, as he flexed his ass HARD around you, the cushioned, pudgy rump orbs cramming down on either side of you, like a vise formed from mattress cushions. “Hmph…MPH! PLMPH STRMPH! LNRMPH!” Your words were an unintelligible garble of noises, mixing panic and flustered frustration together. Your face felt very hot, and not just because of the dark heat of the ass-jail you were now spending time in. Leona grinned naughtily over his shoulder, rocking his hips from side to side, swaying his butt as he looked in the mirror. He could see the outline your body made as it pushed against his underwear…he teasingly ran one finger around the edges, crooning when he felt you squirm so deliciously against his power. It was so easy to own you this way…so easy to KEEP you… “Hope you’re enjoying yourself in there, my little pet,” purred the prince as he patted his posterior. “Because you’re going to spend the entire day in there. From now till I return to my room, you won’t be leaving the depths of my shorts. So I’d get comfortable with ass, if I were you; the two of you are gonna be VERY well acquainted when this is over, heh heh…” Licking his teeth lustily, Leona strode across his room. You squirmed anew as you could feel his butt cheeks bounce and shift with every step…then your eyes widened as, suddenly, your face was forced deeper into his musky cleft. A new tightness seemed to overtake you, and you could hear Leona grunting slightly as he strained with something. The movements and sounds you sensed soon informed you of what was going on: Leona had just put on his typical tight-fitting pants. While you blushed at your situation, Leona fastened his trousers, and once again looked in the reflection. An evil smile crossed his scarred face: the pants completely hid you from sight. Not even he could detect much sign of anything amiss…let alone something as wild as a shrunken human, crammed into the back of his underwear. Chuckling nastily, he quickly clothed himself in the rest of his school uniform. Then, he gathered his items for classes, and began to stride through the halls of Savanaclaw, and the rest of Night Raven beyond. Leona’s walk was a thing of grace and beauty, which you had all but committed to memory; the swaggering strut of an apex predator, which left his hips in constant motion, his thighs pumping as they carried his tall, powerful form all the way to wherever he willed them to bring him. Now, wedged into the opening of his rump canyon, you were experiencing that walk in a whole new way. Grunts and wheezes left you as you felt the butt cheeks grind against each side of your body, pumping like pistons and pounding away at you with their smothering, suffocating heft. The chubby cheeks jiggled from the impact of each step, and each jiggle just seemed to work you deeper into the fat bottom’s inescapable embrace. You shook your head and tried to push away…but it was a fruitless endeavor. The ass cheeks smashed into you repeatedly, with hammering intensity; as long as Leona was moving, escape was totally inconceivable. The thought made you quiver for more than one reason. “L-Leona!” you gasped out, finally getting enough of your face free to speak. “Leona, I’m not sure-MPH!” Your protests were silenced when a flex of the ass forced your head into the crack again. “Shut up,” you heard Leona grumble. “I’m trying to get to class. You stay right there, Herbivore. Trust me…you won’t be going anywhere…” The devilish laugh the lion let out made you want to hate him…mostly because it made you lust for him all the more.

How dare this bullying jerk be so drop-dead gorgeous? Life was truly unfair. Finally, you stopped squirming, closing your eyes and simply letting yourself be squished and smushed by the repeated pressing and pushing of the gluteus maximus’ twin moons. Maybe you’d try escaping again later, but for now…there was nothing to but wait. As Leona strutted about, butt rocking and rolling from side to side, his ass cheeks crashing into you like a couple of tidal waves…you soon began to worry about a simple and obvious issue. Leona wouldn’t be standing, nor even walking, forever. Sooner or later, he would have to sit. You blushed bright red, unsure if you should dread that moment or call it a blessing…

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…Experience would not provide you with any clear answers, as your hormones fought a battle with your survival instincts and physicality. It was hard to tell which side was winning. Leona sat boredly in one of Trein’s classes. His position was its usual one for such scenarios: his eyes half-lidded and sleepy-looking, his head leaning in one gloved hand, the other tapping his magical pen slowly against the pages of the book open in front of him…a book he pointedly was not looking in, instead half-listening to the elderly professor’s droning, dry lecture. The handsome half-lion yawned without shame, ignoring the looks some of the other students gave him. For him, it was another bland, monotonous lesson session of information he already knew. No different from any other class with Professor Trein… …Well, he smirked. He supposed it WAS different, but only in a small way. Chuffing through his nose and rolling his eyes at his own mental wordplay, the lion subtly shifted his position in his seat. His right rump cheek stretched and lifted slightly, before settling and splaying out again. His left cheek then did the same. He rumbled as he got comfortable, little flickers of pleasure sparking in his bloodstream as he could feel the warm, soft, pleasant sensation of the puny form pinned beneath his heavy bottom. “Hope you’re having fun down there,” he mumbled under his breath, not sure if you could hear him or not…and honestly not really caring. “Fun,” you guessed, was in the eye of the beholder. Any wiggling you had been able to do when Leona was standing and walking had been stopped completely. The hard wood of the seat pressed through the back of his pants and into your spine, while the much softer, juicier, meatier surface of his giant butt fell over your whole body’s front. It was like being buried under hundreds of pounds of cake dough, the weight bearing down on you with such immense pressure, you were legitimately surprised you didn’t pop like a grape under the strain. You couldn’t see anything, lodged in a place where the Sun never shone. You tried to push up against the fat mass, but the pudge just came drooping down again, pooling over your shrunken form, as if intent on swallowing you whole into its plump padding. Leona did not move much while he sat…but every time he did, you felt it. Every grind of his gigantic butt as he shifted his posterior in his seat made your bones whine. Your lungs wheezed as you gulped in raspy breaths every time you pushed some of the fat away from your face…only for that same pudge to drop down again. The softness of his skin only made you moan and groan; it was like being caressed by a lover…before having your face suffocated beneath a large pillow. Every breath you took was tainted with the heady odor of Leona’s natural, masculine musk. That scent only grew stronger the longer you were crammed under his fat ass; it was summertime, after all, and sitting for long hours could build up some sweat in certain places, even with the rooms well-conditioned. Your own sweat, courtesy of the furnace-like warmth that radiated from the glutes of the prince, speckled your brow, only making things feel slicker. You keened as you could feel a single bead of the stuff slide across the curve of his butt crack and drop onto your head. Your heart was pounding. A mixture of various emotions - fear and ever-growing arousal predominant among them - mingled in your body. This was so humiliating, so demeaning, so generally unpleasant…yet you found you almost didn’t want it to stop. It didn’t keep you from wiggling. Thinking the lion was distracted, you tried a couple of times to squirm…but even if all the weight and pressure had allowed it, Leona wouldn’t. You could alway sense his displeasure, as a low rumble - not quite a growl, but close - would thrum through the body over you…then, he’d flex his cheeks, till your head nearly felt like it might burst. You soon got the message and quit trying to break free; each time he flexed, you could feel yourself sinking into the cleft like it was quicksand. You groaned as Leona shifted his rump more insistently; now he was clearly doing it to directly torment you, smushing his cheeks over you and shifting the rolls of fat over you in waves. “Mmmmmm…” The pleasured moan around you made you blush more. You felt him lift his rump slightly, and felt the tightness around you slacken eeeever so slightly…before he sat fully once more, and you grimaced as you were forced deeper into the crack. Suddenly, you realized…that was the point. Every shift, every flex, every motion…was pushing you further and further into the crevice between the rump cheeks. You tried to squirm, letting out muffled calls for Leona to stop…but even if he heard you, he clearly wasn’t caring, as he just flexed hard. Suction dragged you deeper into the velvety canyon of sweaty, musky rump meat. You clawed at the cheeks, but your fingers just sank uselessly into the chub, and skidded across it without getting any real purchase. “Deeper,” Leona’s voice came drifting down to you, as he had clearly decided to ignore class in favor of dragging your body into his crack by force. “Get…all the way…in there…” Each phrase was accompanied by a flex from his butt. You could feel the muscles bundled together beneath the cushioning pudge, as they worked like a set of toothless jaws to nibble you into the blackness of the booty cleft. “H-Help…help! L-Leona…stop…!” Your words were panting, gasping…totally useless. Leona chuckled, amused at your feeble voice, buried beneath his bulk. “Sink,” he hissed. “You know where you belong.” “Kingscholar!” snapped Trein’s voice, crossly. “What are you muttering about? Are you paying attention at all?” “Yeah, yeah, I’m listening,” grunted Leona. You tried to call out to the professor, but blushed when you found you couldn’t. Too much weight, softness, and plumpness was pushing on your face and your chest. You were sinking into the canyon, your feet wiggling against the silky, sensitive skin that lined the inner layer of the rump region. Your head and one arm were all that remained outside of the crack. You puffed through your nostrils as your crimson face was squished more than ever, your fingers clinging to the fatness as best you could…

Leona - without watching his movements, his eyes on Trein’s blackboard - reached back with one hand while no one was looking. He gripped one of his butt cheeks, and gave it a slight jiggle. He smirked as he heard the faint, barely audible “swulp” sound as your entire body was now completely stuffed into the partition of his posterior. Leona flexed his cheeks once more, just to make sure you were firmly lodged in the crack, then scratched his butt carelessly before returning his attention as fully as he could (which wasn’t that fully) to Trein’s lesson. Your whole body was now totally immersed in assflesh. The musky smell and sweaty sensations were stronger than ever. You squirmed, but all you could feel was the soft, thick, weighty rump chub that surrounded you. You couldn’t tell which way to move to try and find fresh air…and you knew it was hopeless, anyway, since you were still trapped by Leona’s undergarments and the trousers beyond. A moan left you as you could hear the intestines of the lion bubbling somewhere nearby, and you could feel his butt clamp each time you pawed at the bum walls, which came around you like a trash compactor… “It’s useless trying to get away,” Leona’s voice came down again. “I could keep you there forever, if I wanted, y’know. Heh…just think of that…never knowing anything but that. Left to live inside my crack…lost there for the rest of your short, tortured life…not even worth a snack, just a plaything for me to break. Tch. Sounds like it would suck, but I bet it’s making you blush like a rose, right?” “Kingscholar!” “I’m listenin’, alright?!” While the professor and the prince began to bicker, you could only curl up slightly in the canyon. You really hated it when he was right, the rude bully…

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Leona panted slightly as he jogged across a stretch of flat, grassy field. His hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and he was dressed in his usual PE uniform. The one exception was the usual black sports jacket he had tied about his waist. He had left that in the lockers. The lion paused beside a tree and sighed, wiping an arm across his sweaty brow as he eased himself into the shade. He was carrying a large bottle of water in his other hand. Smacking his parched lips, he opened it up and slugged down a few refreshing swallows of the cool, clear liquid. “Ahhhh,” sighed Leona, as he leaned back against the trunk and closed the bottle up. The tip of his tongue went past his teeth and lapped at his lips. “Damn…it’s scorching today. I’m used to hot weather, but it’s still pretty warm…warmer than usual, I think.” A devious smirk crossed the lion’s face, and his scarred eye glistened with superior, sinister pleasure as he glanced back over his shoulder. His tail lifted and curled itself around one of his butt cheeks, cupping under its weight and lifting it slightly. “Must be absolutely broiling in there, for you,” he remarked. “Heh…try not to drown in all that sweat, if you can. Must be real-huh?” Leona’s eyes widened and his smirk faded as something shifted under his pants. He suddenly felt a shiver race up and down his spine and let out a shaky breath…as his rump visible jiggled and wobbled, as if it had a mind of its own. Finally, the lion’s fluttering eyes opened fully, and he chuckled as the motions stopped. “Well, whaddya know…you actually managed to wiggle free. Gotta admit, I’m almost impressed. Almost.” You couldn’t answer at first. You gasped and choked, desperately drinking in air that wasn’t reeking of lion sweat and musk. Your entire shrunken form was soaked in the same, your hair stuck to your brow, as your upper half dangled over the waistband of Leona’s athletic pants. It had been a lucky break: you had realized, while he had been exercising, that the looser fit gave you a chance to try and break free. The problem was…you hadn’t been given a proper chance. When the lion wasn’t sitting on a broomstick or an exercise bench, he was running or leaping. For all his talk of using mind over muscle, the athletic prince kept a good workout regiment. You felt delirious, loopy after huffing up the fumes of sweat and rump musk that built up over the day, and exponentially increased with the workout. Wiggling free from the lion’s rump and crawling your way upwards left you totally out of breath; it felt as if you’d been swimming against the flabby mounds. You looked up at Leona. You tried to look angry, but you had a feeling you weren’t succeeding; your face was still very red, both from your flustered status and how tired and hot you were. Combined with your sweaty disposition, and the way you so pathetically rested, unable to pull yourself free any further, not to mention how you winced as blessed daylight hit your eyes…you could understand the superior, self-confident smirk Leona was giving your rather pitiful form. “Enjoying our anniversary yet?” “You…are so…awful…” Leona just rolled his eyes. “Say that when you don’t look like a bruised tomato,” he snorted, and took another drink of water, closing his eyes as he relished the feeling of the cold drink descending his esophagus. He opened one eye when he heard a puppyish sound leave you, and smirked around the bottle top as he saw the longing look you gave to the bottle. He pulled it free from his lips and licked them, shaking it teasingly. “What’s the matter?” he mocked. “Thirsty? I’d think you’d be getting plenty to satisfy your thirst back there.” “Are you referring to your sweat, or just to a different kind of thirst?” “Yes,” Leona said, showing off his fangs. You just groaned. “When I get back to normal,” you threatened, “I’m going to spend a whole week waking you up early, whether you need it or not.” “I’m shaking in my sandals,” drawled Leona, then narrowed his glowing green eyes. “Besides, you seem to be under the impression I’ll LET you get back to normal.” You froze up and blinked up at the lion man. “Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” you squeaked, nervously. “Well, I COULD just crush you between my butt cheeks or let my ass smother you to death,” said Leona, shrugging carelessly and crossing his arms over his chest. His tail lifted up, the end of it twitching back and forth, like the pendulum of a clock. “No one would ever know what happened to you…no one but me. Then I could just gobble up your puny body, and digest the evidence. Heh…bet you’d end becoming part of my ass, too. So I guess, in a way…you’d never escape it. I think that sounds like a great way to finish our anniversary, don’t you?” You knew he was just teasing. At least…you certainly HOPED he was just teasing. With Leona Kingscholar, it was hard to tell. Regardless, you couldn’t help but whimper and cringe. Leona snickered, the sun glinting off his pearly fangs. “You’re way too easy,” he said. “And you’re a fatass and a meanie.” Leona looked bored. “Meanie? Seriously?” he droned. “What are you, five? Not even my nephew uses words like that…often…” “Meanie!” you snapped back, deliberately. You even stuck your tongue out, trying to annoy him with a bit of childishness. You had to get SOME small revenge after all this, after all. The attempt backfired, however, as Leona scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, you wanna be a brat?” he snorted. “Fine: just for that, you’ve lost your rights to air and sunlight…not that you ever had them in the first place. Get back in my ass!” Suddenly, the lion’s tail whipped down, and you yelped as the rope-like appendage worked to push you back into the prince’s pants. Your arms flailed and you let out a series of sputtering sounds as you fought to shove it away, but you failed. The tail twisted and turned, working like a snake to shove you into place. Once more, you found yourself sinking into the sweaty, musky, warm, cushioned folds of the fat ass crack. A final gasp was cut short as you were squelched back into place, the plump butt cheeks jiggling as the tail pulled free and lashed itself back to its proper state. Leona nodded to himself, firmly, finished his water, then tossed the bottle into a nearby trash bin before continuing his jog, leaving you helpless as you felt his rump bounce and grind around you with every movement of his powerful legs.

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Afternoon was changing into evening when Leona finally arrived back at Savanaclaw. He yawned as he strolled through the halls of the oasis-like dorm, a cool breeze whistling through his sweat-stained locks. He walked with his eyes closed, hands behind his head, lazily sauntering along as his mind wandered. The housewarden was looking forward to a cool shower and a much-deserved catnap. His ears pricked up when he heard a pair of voices chattering ahead. “Still no sign of them?” “Not so far. You sure you didn’t see them in Ignihyde?” “Nope. Ortho scanned the whole dorm, said he couldn’t find any sign of them there.” “Well, why didn’t you ask him to scan the whole SCHOOL?” “...Oh, yeah. I guess I didn’t think of that.” “Do you ever think at all?” “HEY!” Kingscholar frowned and opened his unscarred eye. Ahead, he could see two familiar Heartslabyul students nervously bantering with one another, clearly out of place in Savanaclaw. “Alright, let’s be smart about this…after all, they can’t have disappeared into thin air,” sighed Ace Trappola “I dunno…at this point, it’s looking like they might have,” mumbled Deuce Spade, scratching the back of his head as he glanced about…then he noticed Leona. His eyes lit up and he waved the lion over. “Oi! Leona! Can we ask you a question?” “I think that counts,” Leona dryly replied, and tried to walk past the pair. “Hey! Don’t just ignore us!” yelled Ace. Leona stopped and glared back at them. He was quite annoyed. “Do you REALLY wanna get my attention that way, Trappola?” he growled warningly, baring his teeth and twitching his tail in irritation. “Sorry,” Ace apologized. “It’s just that we’re looking for the Prefect.” Leona’s tail twitch changed from one of irritation to one of self-gratified amusement. “Really?” he purred. “They were supposed to come help us with a study session earlier, but we haven’t seen them all day,” Deuce explained. “Since you’re in charge here, and since…well…you know…you ARE kinda their boyfriend? We were wondering if you would know where to look for them,” Ace added. Leona grinned widely. Oh, this was just too priceless. “I saw them briefly at PE,” he replied. “Since when do they take PE class with you?” frowned Ace, crinkling his nose, clearly confused. “I never said they did,” Leona reminded him. “I just said I saw them at that time.” “And you don’t know where they could be now?” Deuce checked again. “Psh. I’m not my Herbivore’s keeper. They’re a grown-ass human being, they can take care of themselves, don’tcha think?” “Sure, WE think that,” said Ace, now narrowing his eyes. “But since when did YOU think that?” Leona just yawned. “Is this interrogation over? I wanna get some sleep,” he growled, grouchily. “If you don’t have anything else to add,” shrugged Deuce, then looked at Ace. “C’mon, let’s see if maybe there’s a clue in Diasomnia. They’re pretty close to Malleus, after all.” “Well, we definitely won’t HEAR anything there…Sebek will yell our ears off, I just know it…” Leona chuckled as he watched the pair leave. “If that overgrown lizard has a hint, tell him thanks for keeping an eye on MY plaything,” he called mockingly. The Heartslabyul duo frowned back over their shoulders; they didn’t always like hearing Leona call you that…but they also weren’t TOO put off, as they simply and calmly left. Once they were gone, Leona smirked wider, eyes glowing with a somewhat evil gleam as he looked back over his shoulder and patted his warm, wide buttocks. They wobbled at his touch. “No one knows where you are, my pet,” he whispered, in a sultry, silky sort of way. “Nobody but me. How has it been, huh? Soaking up all my sweat and musk…feeling all my weight pound and squeeze around you…I bet when I take off these pants, I still won’t be able to even tell you’re in there.” He paused, caressing his rear end almost affectionately, a thoughtful, supreme look on his face. “I’m almost tempted to leave you in there. Forever. If it were physically possible, I absolutely would…let you live up my ass. No more daylight. No more air. Only me…all around you…completely and inescapably. No one would ever see you again; I could keep you to myself. My little plaything. My little rump toy.” He growled and flexed his fat cheeks hard; one could see the muscles tighten and bulge beneath the thickly-padded layers of ass cushioning, and dimly hear the keening, breathless sound as the ass tightened around your whole body, burying your face, your hands, every part of you in musky, grimy booty flab. “My. Little. Pet,” Leona said, his voice as dark as it was dominating. Still keeping his ass tightly clenched, he shifted his hips, the cheeks of his bottom grinding against each other like a pair of boulders. He bit his lip and moaned as he heard a desperate, scared, yet EXCITED noise come from your battered body…a little more pressure, and he could easily BREAK you…smother or smush you flat… …He relaxed with a shuddering sigh, and patted his butt…this time right over the crack, as if the pat was meant for you. Then, sashaying his hips happily, he strutted along again towards his room. By now, you were so dazed, lightheaded, and squashed till you ached that you barely qualified as conscious. You struggled for air in the hot, damp cleft of the lion’s rear end. The bouncing and swinging of his bottom had come to have an almost soporific effect, as you were thoroughly soaked in his odor and his moisture. You were beyond struggling, beyond even wriggling; you were no longer even sure if the voices of your friends had been real or imagined. As humiliating, hot, and horrid as it all was…you were blushing. In fact, you were even smiling. It wasn’t fair…it wasn’t FAIR how stupidly hormonally addled you were, or that he was so perfect he could play to those hormones almost without trying. Part of you hated all this…but more and more, you’d come to enjoy it. In a way, you were experiencing Leona’s day in a more intimate, attached way than most would ever find it possible. You might as well have been part of him…part of every step…part of every motion…honeyed thoughts that made it hard to feel angry, as the strength and pure power he displayed (with such crude methods, in more ways than one) was beginning to get you drunk. Or maybe you’d just been inhaling too much of his musk. Neither would be surprising. You were not freed till, suddenly, Leona removed his pants. You FELT it happen, and HEARD it; you didn’t actually see. You were lodged so deep inside his crack, you could not see even the thinnest line of light from the world beyond. So, when a familiar hand burrowed its way in, and pulled your soggy, limp body out, you were unprepared for the flash of surprisingly sterile light that shocked your eyes. When your vision became blurry, you found yourself staring at Leona’s handsome face. His expression was smug and amused, as usual…but there was a hint of affection there, as if seeing you so helpless and soppy, like a kitten dragged out of a rainstorm, was cute to him. You quickly realized that you were in his bathroom…that he was topless…and he was about to enter the shower. You immediately figured out “topless” was not ALL he was, and decided - against your less savory judgment - against looking down towards…certain areas. Ahem. “Heh. And I thought you were pathetic before,” mocked Leona, but the words carried a loving lilt, rather than a sharp bite. He sniffed the air, then grimaced. “Phew! Damn, you stink!” You tried to snipe back a snarky retort of, “Whose fault is that?!” You were so dizzy and so tired, however, all you could manage was a slurred response that vaguely sounded like, “Foosballs are flat.” The lion just smirked. “Didn’t catch a word of that. Try mumbling louder, and maybe I’ll actually care about what my ass sponge has to say,” he taunted. You could only groan. You weren’t sure you could physically blush any more, but your face found a way. Leona rolled his eyes. “Tch. Figures. Seriously, how kinky can you get?” he half-sneered. “I bet you’d like it if I actually did that, huh? Tied you to a scrub brush or something, used you to help clean up while I bathe? Ha! Don’t think I didn’t hear that squeak! You have some serious issues, you know that?” All you could respond with was a sort of weighty nod; you felt like there was a lead weight somewhere in your face, making it hard to raise your head, even as the sleepy dizziness continued to surround you. Leona shook his head with a snort, then a tenderness came to his scarred green eye as he held you in his palms and stepped into the shower, shutting the curtain. “Well, maybe we’ll save that for another time. For now, let’s get you cleaned up. You look like a sick rat,” he said. You certainly were not going to complain or argue. Leona cleaned you up during his shower, in-between rounds of washing his own luxurious mane, and rinsing the sweat and dust from his own tanned, beautiful body. You said nothing during the whole process, but throughout it, you found it hard not to laugh deliriously: you had never expected your first communal shower with your boyfriend to be like THIS.

“Oi. Cut that out and stop squirming. You’re gonna get soap in your mouth. Tch. I’d call you a pain in my ass, if you hadn’t felt so good back there…”

Even after being thoroughly disinfected - and dressed in a miniature pair of boxers, which…you felt it was best NOT to ask the origins of (you had a feeling they probably belonged to someone who was now PART of the butt you were so well acquainted with) - you still felt rather loopy after your experience. “Woozy?” teased Leona, noticing the way your body rocked and heaved in his palms as he approached the bed, wearing nothing but (a fresh, clean pair of) his own boxers once again. “I dunno if that’s the word,” you admitted honestly. “But I feel…whatever you feel after going on a Tilt-a-Whirl a few times too many. Except most Tilt-a-Whirls don’t smell like a lion’s butt…” “...Most?” “I went through a lot more than you know, back in my world.” Leona just chuffed with amusement. “Whatever. Bet most Tilt-a-Whirls don’t leave you looking like a beet for almost twelve hours straight either, huh?” Somehow, you found the strength to smirk with a hint of mischief all your own. “Most Tilt-a-Whirls aren’t drop-dead handsome princes, either,” you replied. Leona smirked. He was well-aware of his own rugged good looks…but something the way he seemed to purr indicated he was nevertheless always happy to hear somebody else comment on them. Especially you. You giggled softly as Leona lay on his bed and placed you on his bare belly, stretching his arms out behind his head. He raised the brow arched over his good eye expectantly. “Well? Do you want to rub it, or go inside it?” he growled. “Can’t I do both?” you chirruped. “You are literally the size of a rodent. I WILL eat you.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Leona sighed and dropped his head back on the pillow. “I liked it better when you were shoved up my ass,” he grumbled. You blushed, but still sniggered…yet you obligingly gave the overgrown cat-man the belly rub he desired, all the same. Leona’s smile became one of purest peace as he thumped his tail with satisfaction against the mattress, eyes closed as he enjoyed your tiny hands playing across his belly. “Mmmmmm…almost as good as your wriggling,” he mumbled. “Gee, thanks,” you drawled, sarcastically. Leona just purred in response, then opened his left eye. “So…how was it for you?” he asked. The words weren’t teasing or taunting. This time, it sounded like a sincere question. You hesitated, biting your lip…but finally answered slowly: “It was…um…hotter than Hades. In more ways than one.” Leona snorted with laughter and shut his eye. “Yep,” he grunted. “That’s about what I expected.” “There were moments I was almost afraid you might crush me, or that I might suffocate to death,” you admitted, very softly. Leona’s smile slackened. His eyes remained closed. “You really think I’d take it that far?” he asked, in an even sort of voice. “Honestly, some days I really don’t know,” you admitted, then patted his stomach with a smile. “But right now, it’s safe to say I trust you.” Leona purred a little louder at that. “Had to have been pretty nasty, judging by that funky smell when I let you go at last,” he rumbled. “Oh, it was,” you said. “Kinky little weirdo,” he muttered. “Trust me, you have NO idea,” you chuckled. “I think I do,” Leona said, dryly. “You’ve admitted just about every raunchy, random little fantasy pulsing in that head of yours to me by this point…how’d the reality match up to this one?” “If I say, ‘it was better than I expected,’ will you think I’m a freak?” “I ALREADY think you’re a freak,” Leona said, blandly…then added, with rare affection, “You just so happen to be MY freak.” You gave a blushing smile, and replied, “When I decide whether that’s a compliment or an insult, I’ll tell you what I think.” Leona shook his head in a weary sort of way. “I’m surprised you said that. You were trying to escape an awful lot, it seemed to me.” You stopped rubbing at those words. Leona scowled, looking irritated at those heavenly sensations stopping, but he didn’t scold you. Yet. “What’s wrong?” he asked, instead. “Don’t tell me you didn’t actually like it.” “At first…not really,” you confessed. “But as the day wore on, and throughout the whole experience…I couldn’t deny how…how…I don’t even know what the WORD is, but despite how gross it all was…I did like it. Like I said, it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Heh…not sure I wanna spend another WHOLE SCHOOL DAY in the back of your shorts, but…” You trailed off, shrugging one shoulder bashfully. Leona had the self-satisfied smile of a cat that had swallowed a canary. “I’ll keep all that in mind,” he said smoothly. “Great,” you mumbled. Leona chuckled, then a wicked grin crossed his face once more. “Before I clock out for a snooze - and I think you oughta do the same - there’s one more ‘special gift’ I have in store for you,” he said, devilishly. You half expected, in that moment, for him to pop you into his mouth and swallow you down. Given the greedy smile on his face, showing how much he enjoyed HAVING you, you would not have been surprised. But instead, after carefully plucking you up…Leona rolled over, laying on his belly, before dropping you on top of his pillowy posterior. He smirked over his shoulder as your hands and knees sank slightly into the fat of his warm, soft butt. “That’s your bed for tonight,” he said, in a rather firm voice. He yawned, then added, “If I feel you try to move off of it, then I will make you part of it. So try not to wriggle in your sleep too much, got it?” “G-Got it!” you squeaked. “Good,” said Leona, and yawned again. His expression softened as he lay his head on his pillow. His tail curled and flopped to one side, leaving his boxer-clad bottom completely exposed beneath you. He closed his eyes, nuzzling into the pillowcase. “Goodnight, Herbivore,” Leona mumbled tiredly. “Happy Anniversary.” Despite yourself, your own voice was light and tender as you replied, “Happy Anniversary, My King.” Leona’s ear twitched, but the only audible reaction he gave was a snore. In typical Kingscholar fashion, he had fallen asleep in scant seconds. Chuckling softly - and swearing your face would be permanently stained crimson, given how much blushing you’d done that day - you lay down and curled up like a kitten atop the right rump cheek of the lion man. By morning, you would awaken, your normal-sized head resting upon his ass cheek like a pillow…but for now, it was a mattress for your whole body. The musk had been replaced with a fresh, clean, almost floral scent, thanks to the recent shower…and the skin beneath his boxers felt smoother and softer, even more supple than before. It wasn’t long till you yawned, and found yourself drifting off to sleep as well. It hadn’t exactly been a conventional anniversary, at least for you… …But as slumber took ahold of your mind, you could already say you were going to dream about how great next year might be. You would say you were looking forward to it…but, under the circumstances, it was better to say you were looking BEHIND. …Oh, come now. How ELSE would you imagine this writer to end such foolery as this? He has to have SOME fun.

The (Rear) End

#kink fic #fanfic #disney #twisted wonderland #leona #leona kingscholar #butt entrapment #rump smothering #butt crushing #macro/micro #implied vore

[trashytummiez]

Icy Tummyache

This was inspired by an insanely cute lil sequence @fungusfangs did of Dabi and Geten when the latter is having a really bad tummyache and Dabi is just trying to get out of going to an MLA meeting :3

Geten hated to admit when Dabi was right. But for as obnoxious as the scarred villain may have constantly behaved, when it came to take-out, clearly he could see red flags that Geten couldn't.

Which was precisely why the poor boy was laying on the couch of the MLA estate lounge, groaning with stomach-churning nausea. There was a currently unused trash bin right besides the youngest villain while he rubbed his hands up and down his pooching tummy. It stuck out noticeably against his sky blue t-shirt, stretching it to where it barely concealed his bloated tummy, churning so noisily that it sounded like a washing machine with an overstuffed load.

Geten bit his lower lip with his fangs lightly and whined while his belly roared angrily making him cringe with gastric discomfort.

After an especially aggressive gurgle sent a pocket of gas rushing up his throat Geten held a fist against his mouth and tried to stifle the incoming burp. But he was so miserable that he couldn't even hold it in, causing what started as a thick closed mouth burp to roll heavily past his lips halfway in and leave the boy huffing and spitting into the trash bin.

Geten grunted painfully when he turned his body to face the bin. It felt like everything in his stomach turned and caused a painful slosh to erupt from within his body. He was sweating bullets while he gripped the bin tightly. His face hovered over the trash bin like he was right about to puke violently.

For a moment nothing happened. He was breathing steadily yet shakily while half-sitting up towards the bin but his belly was still roaring in gastric anguish. One hand slid under his shirt and exposed his pale pooching tummy which he clutched lightly so as not to upset it anymore than it already was.

Geten cringed with another pained churning sensation then felt something rush up his throat. Immediately the boy turned his face right towards the bucket expecting to blow chunks. Instead an incredibly thick and lengthy burp rumbled heavily out of him. Geten's eyes teared up from just how painful that eruption felt rushing up his throat so hard. Then Geten let rip an even louder burp right into the bin that made the plastic trash container vibrate heavily in his hand. Some thick strands of drool dribbled down Geten's fangs with such a forceful release of gas yet no relief came with it.

The poor boy half-heartedly dropped the bin back in place and slumped back into a laying position on the couch while his tummy continued to churn and groan like a chemistry experiment gone horribly wrong. He desperately rubbed his bloated belly with both hands and tried to calm it down. But all of his efforts were in vein.

Then the door swung open.

“Heya Frosty. How's “not takin' my advice on that takeout place” treatin' ya?” Dabi asked in that low voice of his as he casually strolled on up towards the couch.

Geten immediately tugged his shirt down over his tummy and groaned some more, both in discomfort and in mild annoyance.

“...Nnnngh...” Geten groaned out moments before holding a fist in front of his mouth and burping heavily behind it. “...Ungh...y-you...you shouldn't be here Blue Flame...ohhh...th-the meeting will be starting soon...” Geten spoke up between pained groans.

Dabi snorted.

“You ain't there either!” Dabi insisted in amusement as he leaned against the top of the couch and rested his chin against his folded arms like a lazy cat.

He blinked a little when he heard an especially loud gurgle bellow from Geten's tummy.

“...OooOOooohhh...o-only because Re-Destro ordered me not to attend in this state...” Geten grumbled moments before another deep burp forced its way past Geten's lips. He was long past trying to hold anything in at this point.

Dabi snickered. “Course not. Ol' dude probably doesn't wanna deal with Skep bitchin' you out for groanin' and burpin' all throughout the snoozefest. Remember how Skep got all worked up when I went after that really big lunch bird boy took me on? Oof...”

Geten rolled his eyes. It was one thing to find oneself burping a lot out of nausea but it was clear that day Dabi was doing it on purpose just to irritate Skeptic...which he pulled off with flying horrible colors.

“...Th-that's why it's vitally important that you be there to represent our regiment,” Geten insisted while ignoring Dabi's remark. His belly burbled so deeply after that though that it nearly physically jostled beneath his shirt and caused Geten to immediately turn to face the bin again like he was right about to throw up. Once again an incredibly deep and throaty burp rolled its way past Geten's lips and left him moaning afterwards with no relief.

“Hmmm...yeah, how 'bout this?” Dabi insisted as he held up a long index finger. “How 'bout...I don't go to this dumb ass meeting. I stay here'n watch TV. And in exchange, you'll get...”

Without warning Dabi reached down to tug Geten's shirt up and expose the boys bulging bare tummy again. But before Geten could even react Dabi placed his palm right on Geten's belly; directly against his belly button in fact, and just left his palm there.

Suddenly the intense gurgling gave way to a slow steady burble and Geten's strained, tense sensation felt eased almost instantly.

The warmth was so immediate that the pain in his belly seemed to burble away.

Geten was left almost stunned as he laid there, wide-eyed and unable to speak due to the sudden relaxation he felt.

Dabi looked down with a bored expression at the younger boy. “So whadduya say? We got a deal?”

There was a steady groan that erupted from Geten's belly that didn't feel painful or tense, but left Geten moaning in a more relaxed kind of way.

Dabi blinked. “Kinda feels like a “yes”, don't it...”

The slightly older villain took his hand off of Geten's tummy and strolled up the front of the couch where Geten's head was rested. The boy weakly sat up enough for Dabi to sit on that side of the couch where he casually kicked the bucket aside, grabbed the TV remote and flopped down carelessly onto the couch.

Dabi let Geten lay back down against his sides almost intimately even though the two weren't a couple. Then Dabi once again placed his free hand against Geten's belly and in a surprisingly gentle way started to rub it. Geten's tummy felt soft and a little puffy and warm itself. He was partially bloated from how big his meal was but puffed out a bit from how twisted his tummy got because of how badly lunch was sitting inside of him.

The intense but controlled warmth from Dabi's body helped immediately dull that pain; due to how abnormally cold Geten's body was naturally and contrasting it against Dabi's abnormal natural warmth. It was like an Icy Hot but for Geten's belly.

Dabi was watching an American action movie airing on TV but dubbed in Japanese so he and Geten could understand what all the macho men were saying; not that they could really hear anything over the hailstorm of bullets flying everywhere. “Hey I think the dude dubbin' that tall kid with the machete played Kokichi. Ya ever play Danganronpa? Remember the weird purple-haired kid who lied all the time?”

Geten wasn't paying attention. He leaned into Dabi's touch like a puppy itching for tummy rubs. So Dabi indulged him and continued to gingerly rub his tummy. He ran his long warm fingers all the way up to the tighter crest of Geten's upper stomach and slowly ran it down the curve of his belly all the way down to his lower tummy. Dabi's fingers kneaded softly beneath the thick jacket tied around Geten's waist and started to lightly dig his fingertips into the lowest parts of the icy young villains lush tummy.

He let his hand roam a little higher until he was kneading a little more firmly right against the area where Geten's belly button was.

Geten was so relaxed that he actually nuzzled against Dabi's sides like a kitten.

Oddly even though the two seldom really got along they were very comfortable with one another once they started working together. Dabi didn't seem phased at all by Geten's almost unwitting displays of affection.

He was instead just focused on the movie and continued to idly tend to Geten's tummy. “I swear I hear this dude in everything. Crazy how much range voice actors can have.”

Geten's only response was a low lazy sounding burp that breezily exited past his lips.

Dabi smirked a little slyly. “Tch. Weak,” he muttered and then kneaded a little more firmly against the area just above Geten's belly button. Because of the way his stomach muscles had relaxed there was a little more give to Geten's puffy tummy than there had been earlier.

Suddenly Geten's eyes widened when, without warning, the boy's mouth gaped open with an absolutely thunderous burp, louder and throatier than anything he'd let out. It was so incredibly brassy and full that it sounded like it came from the deepest part of Geetn's tummy. Some saliva dribbled down his chin from the sheer force of that eructation.

Geten's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Unlike the last ones that burp was so strong that a lot of pressure in his belly felt expelled from its release. He moaned in sheer relief and eased against Dabi's sides.

“OooOOoooohhhhh my god...” was all Geten could moan out with the sheer euphoria he felt with that desperately needed relief.

Dabi snorted softly and gave Geten's tummy a few congratulatory pats, making it jiggle and slosh just ever so slightly with each pat. “Good one, snow cone.”

The pats dislodged another residual pocket of gas in Geten's tummy. But when the boy felt it rising up his throat he managed a sly grin of his own then opened his mouth to respond.

“ThaaAAAAAAAank...yoOoOOUUUUURRRP!!! Urp!” Geten, in a surprisingly cheeky display for someone like him, rather loudly burped the words 'thank you' out to Dabi before 'you' just devolved into a thick burp at the end, followed by a cute and dainty little after burp.

Dabi laughed a little more fully, more genuinely impressed by that and shook his head. “...Yeah, I'm definitely startin' to think that I'm a bad influence on you...” But the way Dabi shrugged suggested he definitely didn't mind or care much either. “Hey, if Skep's bitch-meter went off with that one, at least he'll vouch for us not belongin' in the meetin' right now. Gotta take the small victories when ya get 'em.”

The cremation villain continued to gingerly tend to Geten's tummy; idly rubbing it up and down. It was platonic for him, but Dabi had plenty of experience idly rubbing someone's belly, especially whenever he stayed over with Hawks. He had plenty of experience on the receiving end too anytime he overindulged with Hawks around. So this was nothing new for him.

Geten on the other hand, really leaned into Dabi's touch after a while. He grabbed Dabi's hand and moved it towards the upper side of his belly, where Dabi proceeded to rub tiny circles against, much to Geten's delight.

Admittedly Geten was a bit more touch-starved due to not being in any relationships or flings. He and Dabi certainly weren't friends or anything like that but both operated on such baser instincts that touch didn't immediately equate to affection or emotion for them.

“Oooohhhh...thank you for this...” Geten muttered quietly under his breath.

Dabi grunted in acknowledgement, once again more focused on the action on TV than actually rubbing Geten's tummy.

The younger smaller boy eventually leaned his head against Dabi's stomach and turned to watch the movie with him. There was a big crazy fight scene going on with the young main villain watching and screaming from afar. Geten listened to his dubbed Japanese voice actor screaming away with a brow raised.

“Where'd you say you recognized that voice actor from? Dang old...what now?”

“Dangaronpa,” Dabi corrected. “Pretty sure that dude's the voice of Kokichi. The guy everyone thinks is the main villain til he gets turned into paste by choice.”

“Huh...you know, it's weird but he kind of sounds a lot like you to be honest,” Geten said.

Dabi snorted again. “Bullshit. My voice is way lower and sexier than his. Now, you wanna hear similarities, play that Twisted Wonderland game on your phone one day. Swear to god the boss sounds exactly like that Idia nerd. Hell, even you kinda sound like the guy who plays Ace in that one.”

“...Twisted Wonderland...that's kind of a redundant name isn't it? Wonderland's already twisted as it is...that's like saying “Corrupt Hero Society.” Or ATM Machine. It's kind of already implied.”

Dabi rolled his eyes but smirked in spite of himself when Geten yawned heartily and nuzzled against Dabi's sides more comfortably. The taller villain adjusted himself to give Geten some more room to rest against him while he continued to gently massage his burbling tummy.

Geten definitely wasn't the best conversationalist but Dabi definitely didn't mind his company compared to most members of the MLA.

Especially not if his falling asleep against Dabi gave him an excuse to miss more meetings...

#kink fic #dabi #geten #platonic #tummy rubs #tummy ache #burps #nausea #light fluff #whump #fourth wall jokes