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Criminally underrated and one of my favorite things in this kink. Need more of this cause there's never enough. Another writing idea for the endless list.

i’m sure someone in this corner of the t’internet has talked about this before but…

the feeling of lying on your belly and feeling your empty stomach growl against whatever surface your lying on is something else 🫠

bonus points if it’s your bed, so your belly squishes down further and the rumbles of your tummy become something you feel rather than something you hear…

that’s some good shit ✨

(guess what i’m doing right now, you get two tries and the first one doesn’t count)

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In case the kinky general public wasn't aware, this is a teaching stethoscope. Perfect for date nights. Dinner optional

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I should probably write a story with this cat at some point...

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Commissions open, in case you were wondering ❤️

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My top 5 favorite things

Stomachs

Bellies

Tummies

Thighs

Chocolate milk

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If your stomach is noisy enough, you can use it like a siren song to attract a partner

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Her greed sickened me so much I wrote about it

Her greed sickens me ❤️

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*Feeds you pork belly cause you are what you eat*

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I've gotten lots of followers recently, so it's time for a quick PSA. This is a kink account. Everything on here is 18+. If you're a minor, do not follow me or interact with me, please. Have your age in your bio, or some statement telling me you're an adult. If your account doesn't have that or is blank, I'm going to block you.

Figured I'd post this before going through my follower list and cleaning it up. Might reblog this whenever I'm going to in the future.

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Yo, pass me the aux

You better not play trash

*Stomach sounds play through the car speakers.*

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I've always adored the concept of just how hungry some beasts (perhaps dragons) are after they awaken from hibernation ...

After slumbering for a whole winter, you finally are drawn awake by the first comings of spring. The dreaded snow has melted away, the cold no longer pierces past your fur/scales, and the foliage has shifted to a pleasant green.

You're awfully groggy, thirsty, but above all, there's that gnawing, empty feeling within your middle. You run your talons over your sunken in gut, which had previously been so round and pudgy to the touch before you fell into your months-long slumber. As though aroused from its own hibernation by your touch, your belly cramps up for a few seconds - but the discomfort doesn't last long. Deep, rolling rumbles vibrate under your talons, relieving you of your pangs.

Oh, how confused your belly is. So empty after being so consistently filled to the brim with food, churning away everything into soft, goopy chyme to add more to your autumnal figure. What had happened?

Yet, you lay there, still trying to gain your bearings. You can hardly think straight, much to your chagrin. This was always your least part of waking up from hibernation, and even though you had woken up without company, your stomach would provide more than enough.

Deep, long growls that were hardly audible, to raucous grumbles that'd break the peaceful silence of your den, your stomach didn't seem like it'd ease up on its complaints. Perhaps, once you are more awake, you can sate such a ravenous beast... but not at this moment. You'll remain resting, rubbing circles into your middle, thankfully not minding the noise. Though, the uncomfortable aches speak a different tale for you...

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Another chapter has been added to my Dunmeshi AU story.

Because my desire for Farcille can not be contained to just the cannon.

Sorry, not sorry for my writing getting more lewd recently

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66899128/chapters/174247279#workskin

Marcille entered the darkened bedchamber as the first rays of sunshine were starting to show through the balcony windows. The door shut behind her; it creaked and clicked as the latch was fastened. A familiar figure in the four poster bed stirred briefly. Marcille held her breath before quickly going through a routine she'd done hundreds of times. She took a few steps before stopping in front of a fine cabinet. She retrieved two silver washing bowls, soap, perfume, towels and a candle which she effortlessly lit. Marcille padded around the room lighting candles nestled into wall sconces. Soon the dim light grew and the bedroom glowed with a warm ambience.

The queen shifted as the light slowly brought her out of a deep sleep. Marcille could see her stirring as she set the kettle, bowls and towels by the bedside. The metal of the kettle was still scalding hot. A good sign that she was prompt and the morning wash would be enjoyable.

Marcille could feel her heart pounding as she turned to look at the queen. Her emerald eyes traced over the outline beneath the covers before meeting the Tall-woman's face. She shifted once more just on the edge of wakefulness. Her golden locks of hair were all askew from a night of sleep. Her eyes fluttered open but stayed half laden. They were rarely open fully due to her questionable eyesight. Marcill cherished being able to see them up close. She waited patiently looking into the queen's amber eyes as she stared ahead unfocused for a moment.

“Good Morning Falin.” Marcille said softly.

A small smile formed on the Queen's face. It was rare to hear her name uttered by anyone in the castle. She squinted her eyes and turned her head to the source of the small sound. Seeing her elf maid leaning over the edge of the bed had become a familiar sight. “Good morning, Marcille.” She said, echoing her servant's greeting. She sat up and pushed her covers aside revealing more of herself.

Marcille couldn’t take her eyes off of her. The thin silk gown the queen slept in left nothing to the elf’s imagination. To her Falin was the embodiment of pure femininity. Her plush, curved body was proof of her love for good food. It was nearly impossible for the queen to conceal her shapely form. Not that she had any intention to. To say she was self conscious about her appearance would imply she was capable of being that self aware. Even at her most alert, Falin was spacy at best.

Marcille could hardly wait to help her wash and dress. No matter how many times she did this her heart would pound and her palms would sweat in anticipation. Falin yawned and stretched before turning to Marcill letting her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. She rubbed her eyes slowly allowing herself to wake. Marcille felt herself swallowing nervously as her gaze raked over the queen's body once more. She had always been fascinated with the queen's body. Elf's didn't gain weight like Tall-women did. The maids slender frame could have easily been chalked up to picky eating or long hours of work between meals. However anyone with a knowledge of elf anatomy would know it was beyond her control. Their bodies simply didn’t store energy in that way. Any excess calories went straight into mana reserves, not fat.

The Queen, however, was anything but slender. Marcille took in the woman's full form. Her plump thighs filled out the bottom of her gown leaving no space between them. Her midsection was even softer, a protruding layer of cushion that was impossible to hide. Her chest was larger than Marcille's, but that was minimal praise. It wasn’t a surprise how frequently she requested hot baths or massages for her aching back.

“You can undress and wash me if you like.” Falin said suddenly. Her voice was soft and melodic. Even in the daze of waking up her kindness and patience was unmatched. Marcille wasted no time pouring water from the kettle into the two bowls. The flakes of soap in the washing bowl quickly dissolved, filling the air with the scent of steamy lavender. The queen sighed in anticipation and stood before stripping off her nightgown. Marcille felt like her chest was about to burst at the welcome sight of the disrobed queen. She was so excited she was salivating, and the butterflies in her stomach intensified.

Marcille relished every opportunity that she could have physical contact. To even be in the same room as the queen was considered a privilege. She took a breath to steady herself before dipping a cloth into the piping hot water. The agitation of it renewed the warm floral scent in the room. Falin let out a content sigh and reached both her hands out. The maid passed the cloth to her and immediately wet another.

Falin brought the cloth to her face, inhaling deeply before gently rubbing it over her skin. This perked her up more than anything else in the morning. As she washed she could feel the elf starting on her legs. The fine linen cloth grazing over her silky skin. It was flawless; not that Marcille was capable of finding flaws in this woman. As she bathed her, her hands were starting to shake. She was starving and felt the gnawing in her stomach starting up again. She cursed her metabolism and silently prayed her body would stay quiet. Squatting on the floor scrubbing the queen's calves was making her legs tremble as well. After all the exertion earlier her body was begging for a break; She hadn't sat down since she woke up. Once she reached the queen's thighs she paused and dampened another cloth.

The queen rubbed her own cloth along her neck and under her chin and she watched her most trusted servant. The elf fumbled with another cloth dipping it and wringing it out repeatedly trying to get the perfect level of moisture. The water was still quite warm and when the cloth made contact with the queen's bare thigh she let out a satisfied hum. Marcille could feel her cheeks heating up and the trembling of her hands got even more intense as her heart pounded. Her gentle scrubbing was a mixture of proper cleaning and self indulgent kneading. The excess weight on the queen's frame made her the softest surface in the castle; her supple flesh was too alluring not to prod and shift. It was mesmerizing the way it could be manipulated and jiggle right back into place. The pliable nature of excess flesh made Marcille envious and excited.

The queen herself wasn't exactly aware of how much her maid enjoyed her duties. To her Marcille was a very dedicated servant that she had an attachment to. Their relationship was…still blooming. Falin was fond of the elf and made it a point to have her around as she was entertaining to watch and speak with. Elves were usually known for grace and beauty; Marcille had only been graced with one of these traits however. As for this very intimate morning routine, she had never been cleaner. It was therapeutic to be able to start the day this way, clean and fresh from top to bottom. Without soaking of course, that sort of relaxation was better left for the middle or the end of the day.

As Marcille continued to work getting lost in her desires, her stomach had desires of its own. Underneath her skin the hollow organ was wringing itself out just like the cloth in her hands. Her breath caught as she felt the unmistakable sensation of a growl building inside her. She tensed her abs and prayed it wouldn't be loud. Her prayers went unanswered as her stomach howled louder than it had all morning; and it just wouldn’t stop. She was clutching her stomach and stammering out incoherent excuses as Falin watched with curiosity.

“You're quite hungry this morning, hmmm?” The queen asked, being the first to speak.

Marcille still couldn't find her voice. Between the queen's naked form and her sweet voice, the elf was overwhelmed. She could feel her face turning red hot as she pleaded with herself to speak. “y-yes ...hungry… “ was all she could manage. God's above she wanted to strangle herself for being such a dope infront of her mistress.

“I am as well. You should finish up your duties before my stomach joins in and a chorus breaks out.” The queen said being as nonchalant about her body as ever.

Marcile could feel her heart skip a beat at those words and the implication behind them. The blush on her face deepened so much it spread to her long ears. She couldn't tell if the queen was trying to tease her or just state a fact. “God's she was so difficult to read.” she thought to herself. Either way the thought of getting to hear the queen's stomach voicing its impatience was…exciting.

Now even more flustered Marcille continued her duty as she dampened another cloth. The queen simply watched her with that familiar contented expression on her face. Of course she was content, she was being pampered from the moment she woke up. Marcille swallowed and returned to work resting the cloth against the queen's midriff. It was even softer than it looked. The elf rubbed and kneaded the pillowy flesh beneath the washing cloth. She couldn't help but press down on it, feeling it giving way and molding around her hand. It felt hollow, no doubt going unfed all evening. As much as the queen had a reputation for snacking she always slept soundly and waited patiently to sate her hunger.

Even though the queen was empty Marcille felt twice, no three times as hollow. Not just for food, she was yearning for closeness. As intimate as washing was, she craved more. She wanted the queen's soft form pressed against her. Pinning her down, enveloping her. She needed to feel those legs pressing together on her while-

“You're very thorough.” Said the Queen breaking up the maids lustful thoughts.

Marcille froze as the words pulled her out of her fantasy induced trance. How long had she been rubbing her stomach? She couldn't remember she felt dizzy as she struggled to respond yet again.

“Well I…I wanna be sure you can start your day clean and refreshed.” The elf stammered her mouth moving on its own as she finally dragged the cloth upward. It glided across the smooth skin of the queen's midsection before lightly scrubbing her sternum and under her breasts.

“It's what makes you an ideal candidate for this. You're so detail oriented.” The queen praised her maid, while also unknowingly encouraging her lustful actions.

Marcille could feel a warmth pooling in her lower stomach as the queen praised her. Her tone was so sure and measured; sweet as honey and as rich as cream. She would do anything to hear it directed at her. “Thank you. F-Falin.” She replied shamelessly using the queen's name again just to get to say it.

As the cloth worked its way over the queen's ample chest Marcille resisted the urge to grope as she often caught herself doing with the rest of her pliable flesh. The queen let out a soft moan and leaned into the touch further tempting the elf. Feeling emboldened by this, Marcille gave an experimental squeeze. Again the queen elicited another hushed moan. The heat in the elf's loins grew steadily as she leaned in closer.

The cloth traveled further upward brushing against the queen's collarbone and down her arm. The queen let out another soft moan shifting her weight from side to side. A deep rumble filled the space between the two as the queen's hunger announced itself. Her hand went to her midriff resting just below her ribs. “I warned you, didn't I?” The queen said her tone was soft and slightly playful.

Marcille felt her ears twitch as her gaze was pulled downward. She rested her hand on top of the queen's, her actions emboldened by excitement and desire.

“You did, it seems we're both hungry this morning.” Marcille replied as her stomach swirled with more than just hunger.

“Indeed! It's strawberry season, so I'm quite excited.” The queen replied her thoughts were already drifting to what foods would be available. “I'd be delighted to share some with you.” The queen added.

Marcille felt two different hungers were burning inside her making her mind a mess. She pictured delicate hand feeding. Sipping wine together, the intoxication fueling tender touching leading to passionate kissing.

Marcille’s stomach broke her train of thought as it rumbled harshly beneath her dress. Before she could react she felt a gentle hand resting on it that wasn't her own. The queen caressed the elf’s sylphlike waist, her hand enveloping the space below her ribs. Even through her dress it was easy to feel just how petite the elf's waist was. Despite being shorter, her body was long with minimal curves. The contrast between the two of them was astonishing, Marcille might have felt self conscious if she wasn’t so head over heels. The touch on her midsection filled her with ecstasy; the comfort of a simple touch was making her forget all other feelings.

“You're going to need much more than strawberries...” Falin said as she patted the elf’s midsection. A hollow thump sounded from the gentle taps flustering Marcille further, as if either of them needed proof of how empty she was.

“Yeah..of course..” Marcille mumbled, agreeing with the queen. While that woman's hands were on her she was willing to agree to anything. “I'd still love to have some with you!” The elf quickly added, excited by the opportunity to spend more time with the queen.

“After breakfast, we can have tea in the garden.” Falin replied with a warm smile seeing just how excited her maid was. The queen pulled back, taking her hand off the fidgeting woman. Marcille simply nodded eagerly, after working so diligently all morning the idea of extra leisure was as alluring as the queen herself.

Both of them were smiling warmly as they shared a moment of connection. Duties and roles set aside for a brief moment. It was just two friends excited for the yearly harvest of local berries.

It took Marcille a few moments to get her bearings back. The morning wash had been completed despite quite a few distractions. The queen, feeling relatively content, strolled to her dresser. Always comfortable in her own skin it didn't even occur to her the view Marcille was getting.

As the queen selected her attire a hand rested on her midsection. Marcille paid close attention and followed, a bit too eager to help. The elf's eyes were drawn to the queen's body once again. Of all of the royal assets she was most interested in that plush midriff. The way her hand was clutching at it, how she was so obviously hungry for her morning meal. Marcile found her sensitive ears listening even more closely. For some reason this made her heart beat even faster. How did this feel more shameful than the close contact before?

Marcille’s body moved on its own as she went about the motions of selecting the queen's outfit and assisting her in dressing. For a royal she wasn't particularly concerned about her dress. If Marcille wasn't there she might end up in a mixture of yellow and purple cloth, or worse.The queen never objected if anything it was just yet another thing she could leave to someone more dedicated. The elf had an eye for detail and the knowledge to go with it.

As the two moved in sync with each other, their digestive systems apparently decided to as well. Low rumbles and churning groans emitted from both stomachs in the room. It was nearly impossible for Falin to distinguish the source of the sounds. Marcille, on the other hand, was listening intently; she knew any noise that wasn't accompanied by the pangs in her guts belonged to her mistress.

“Breakfast cannot come soon enough.” The queen said, uttering a rare complaint. She slipped a dress over her body finally giving her a bit of modesty. Marcille was by her side assisting her feeling increasingly flustered. The queen's words were just another sign that her appetite was unstated. For some reason it excited the elf. Perhaps her fatigue was making her delirious?

“I agree…I'm quite ravenous myself.” Marcille said feeling like she was telling a secret she was so embarrassed. The queen simply nodded along as she let the elf cinch her dress.

“No corset today, I feel that I'll eat enough that wearing it will be uncomfortable.” The queen stated matter-of-factly as she rested her hands on her midriff.

Had Marcille been drinking anything at that moment she surely would have choked. “O-oh of course! You'll want to enjoy strawberries among other delicacies all day.” She managed to stammer as she secured the final straps leaving a bit of space that would definitely be needed.

“I look forward to having you join me later. I'll send for you.” The queen said as she turned to face her maid. She was greeted by a trembling mass of elf that was struggling to make eye contact.

“I'm looking forward to it too. I enjoy spending time with you.” Marcille replied as her hands gripped and fidgeted with her dress. She was still burning up and so distracted she let her inner feelings slip out so casually. Her head was swimming with so many thoughts and desires she was starting to feel drunk.

The queen none the wiser simply took hold of the elf's hand and began to lead her. “First a proper meal for the both of us.” She said as she led the way out of her chamber. Marcille was grateful for the sudden grip on her hand. Without it her knees were far too weak to support her own weight.

“Yes of course, I have other duties to attend to as well.” Marcille said suddenly becoming aware that the brief time they shared each morning was coming to an end. As much as she didn’t want it to, it was inevitable. As they exited the room and went their separate ways her heart wouldn’t slow. All she could think about was all the moment’s they shared and the promise of more later. Had she not been famished to the point of exhaustion she'd be worried about her nerves allowing her to eat. Once she reached the servants dining hall however the hustle and bustle of everything broke up her thoughts of love and lust. She was back down to reality as she found her usual seat and a substantial meal was laid in front of her.

Just when would the queen send for her again?

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You know what really turns me on?

when people have their age in their bio or a pinned post

its so hot when adults in adult spaces clearly state that they are an adult <3

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"Hey, mind if I put on some white noise to help me fall asleep?.....cool thanks"

*10 hour long stomach sounds playlist*

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New pairing idea

Character with an obnoxious stomach that's indifferent about it X Character who's incredibly flustered by it

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Another morning hunger compilation. My stomach felt particularly hollow this morning. So, I felt all of these building up long before the sounds came.

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Dunmeshi time

What started as a joke turned into a serious project.

Marcille has been wrestling with her feelings for Falin ever since the Tall-woman was lost to the dungeon. Each night during the pursuit of her, the intense emotions would come back. On this night, they finally boil over.

And by boil over, I mean bean flicking

So yeah, if you're not interested in that, feel free to skip this one. That being said, I'm actually really proud of how this one turned out.

Minors DNI

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*looks at my 25 WIPs*

I know exactly what I need to do.....