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I don't know if you did or just mentioned it, but have you done a Kenny as the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland?

I sure have! :)

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Jack is being as serious as his clown nose allows him to be

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It's okay. They could buff out the scratches~

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on this sacred day, I offer this-

gal/lagher content

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You better be prepared to be carried in Gaspar's mouth if you're a little human. Ride on his back? Don't be ridiculous, you'll fall right off or get carried away by birds.

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A Secret No Longer

Leona x reader burp kink fic

Burp kink, very brief belly rub, teasing, implied stuffing, lots of burping in your face, swearing, kissing

(reader is Yuu but there's only one brief mention of the name)

Fic below cut

"Fuck..." Leona groaned from where he was spread out on your shitty dorm couch, a few paces behind the desk you currently sat at, trying to complete your homework. 

Well. You were trying to work, and Leona, you assumed, was trying to test your patience. 

"What is it now," you deadpanned, not bothering to turn around from your work. 

Leona’s presence had become an unexpected and frequent occurrence in your life as of lately. Somehow, the few nights you had spent in his dorm after Azul evicted you from Ramshackle developed into the strange, tentative friendship you had now with the lion prince. As per your usual routine, Leona lounged about in your dusty dorm, where he claimed no one would bother him from his naps. 

Unfortunately (but unsurprisingly), he didn’t offer you the same consideration; he did quite a bit of pestering himself ‒ namely instigating Grim and yawning obnoxiously loud when you were studying. 

Even so, it was impossible to miss how your empty kitchen cabinets somehow refilled themselves, and how the leaky roof and creaky doors, once offhandedly mentioned to him, miraculously got fixed. 

Leona certainly had his sweet moments, but they were few and far between. And you doubted that whatever he was moaning about now was one of them. Not hearing a response, you refocused on your work. 

That is, until, a loud, wet belch ripped through the silence. 

You froze. Your spine went rigid and despite yourself, you felt your heart begin to thump rather dangerously. Did he just‒

Another hearty belch rumbled out from behind you.

Yep, ok, so this was happening. 

"Um, you ok?" You asked with what you hoped was an imperceptible flush dotting your cheeks.

Leona raised a hand to his mouth and stifled yet another deep burp before replying. 

"'scuse me," he grimaced, rubbing his stomach. "Fucking Ruggie. He told me there wasn't much cheese in that sandwich." 

Leona just barely managed to spit the rest of his sentence out before another crass burp escaped. 

You sat, dumbfounded. 

Leona, thankfully, didn't seem to notice your sudden change in demeanor. 

"Fuck..." He groaned, heaving himself up. "I'm gonna give him a what for when I get back."

To your alarm, Leona began to trudge to the door. You knew it was selfish, but you wanted him to stay ‒ things were just getting good. 

"Uh, wait!" You shout, wincing as it comes out just a bit too loudly. 

Real smooth, Yuu. Definitely normal behavior from a completely normal person.

Leona turns back, brow raised. 

"What?"

He burps again casually, not bothering to stifle it this time. 

"Deal with Ruggie later. You're obviously not feeling well now, so I don't mind if you kick back on my couch for a bit. I’m pretty sure I have an antacid around here somewhere…" 

You most definitely did NOT have an antacid with what measly allowance Crowley gave you, but the excuse of pretending to search for one enabled you to stop rambling before your intentions became too obvious. 

You hastened past him over to Ramshackle’s dingy bathroom, frantically rifling through your practically-bare medicine cabinet in the hopes that if you couldn’t find a digestive (which you knew you wouldn’t be able to), you could at least find your composure. 

Leona appeared to carefully consider your suggestion before slinking over to the bathroom doorway, watching you like a predator gazes at his prey. Under his scrutiny, you feel sweat begin to bead at the back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your cheeks darken even further as he lets out another lingering, casual belch.  

You try to suppress the subsequent shiver that rolls down your spine. And were it not for his keen eyes and heightened beastman sensitivity, Leona likely would have been none the wiser to your inner turmoil.

For one brief, relieving moment, you think you’re in the clear. 

But then he smirks.

Leona’s lips twist up into a smug, infuriating smirk and a sharp glint flashes in his eyes, one that sends your heart pounding frantically as he saunters even closer to you.

"Shit... You like this, don't you?" 

His intense gaze pierces through you, his sly grin doing nothing to assuage the nervousness you feel right now.

"Don't be ridiculous," you sputter. 

FUCK FUCK FUCK why is he leaning in even closer??

"I'm just trying to be a good friend‒"

Leona cuts off your pathetically lame excuse with a sizable belch that floods your nose with the scent of digesting meat, quickly reaching out with his long, dextrous fingers to firmly grasp your chin and hold you in place, forcing you to inhale the stench of his lunch before you can yank yourself away. 

Instinctually, you wince and cough, pushing back against his (insanely handsome) chest as you try to catch your breath.

Leona obliges and loosens his grip after a beat, allowing you to squirm out of his reach. Even so, you still feel the intensity of his gaze as he carefully takes in your reaction. 

Well, there's no hope of hiding how red your cheeks are after that. 

Thinking quickly, you channel your inner-Vil and feign outrage at his lack of manners.

"You! You're‒ That's disgusting!" You snarl, your hand flying up to your mouth to hide another subtle inhale of his lunch. 

Leona just grins. 

Sevens, you're really getting sick of that smirk of his.

"You liked it," he states. There's no room for argument, yet you don't detect any judgement in his tone either. 

Sensing you're not going to be able to talk your way out of this, you pivot.

"Fine! So what if I do?! You can't just burp in my face like that!" You squawk. 

This is absolutely mortifying. I'll never be able to look him in his ridiculously attractive eyes again as long as I live‒

Leona's chuckle breaks you from your spiraling internal monologue. 

"'course not. If you want me to do that again, you'll need to ask real nicely, herbivore," he purrs. 

Fuck this man, fuck his stupid, shitty smirk, fuck his arrogant, stupid face‒

You glare at him with all the repressed rage of a Ramshackle Prefect before suddenly darting out your hand and yanking his face down to meet the full intensity of your gaze. Leona's eyes widen in surprise and his mouth goes slack before he has time to fully react.

Two could play at this game. 

Pulling his handsome face in even closer with one arm and gently rubbing his slightly bloated stomach with the other, you bat your eyes innocently. 

"Please?" You command ask just as your fingers dislocate a lingering air bubble in his tightly-packed gut . 

Without much of a choice, Leona complies, letting you bask in the airy gush of his earlier indulgences once more. 

To be honest, you're not sure which one of you put the next move into play first.

All you know is that one second you were smelling Leona's post-lunch digestion, and the next, you were tasting it. 

After several delicious, tantalizing moments, you break away.

"Fuck," he pants, a string of smaller burps trickling out between his heavy breaths, "you're ruthless."

"You're worse," you return, without missing a beat.

Leona simply parts his lips to belch in your face once more. 

This time, it's your turn to smirk. 

You lean in again to savor the aroma of what a-little-too-much-lactose does to your arrogant prince. 

"Make sure to thank Ruggie for me next time you see him," you purr.

Whatever response Leona might have had to that was quickly smothered by another heated kiss.

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As a beelzebud simp from obey me how would you rank him??

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

I'm a simp for this guy, too. Every time he says he wants to eat me, my reaction is "take me now," he's just...absolutely freaking perfect. Definitely one of my biggest "anime boi" pred crushes, right up there in the same ranks as Leona. >///> Given that Beel is the literal embodiment of big eating (and predation), I think it's fair to say he stirs up a lot of gas in that gut of his. When you add to that his workout regimen and his metabolism being kind of fecking insane, it's even more understandable that gas would be percolating and pressuring pretty frequently in that brick oven he calls an abdomen. I think Beel usually is pretty casual and careless with his belches; he'll apologize if he feels he should, but a lot of the time he just lets them happen and doesn't think much of them. (A lot of those types going around this round, I think.) Beel usually isn't TOO big of a tease, but he has his moments, and I think if he knew someone was into his gas, he'd definitely be the type to indulge them. Heck, I think he'd get flustered by it occasionally, wondering if he's being too loud, or if that last burp was too nasty, or even - contrariwise - if they aren't loud and nasty enough. He doesn't really need to worry. Beel is best boi, and Beel burps are best burps. Always. ^////^

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What do you do when faced with the God of the Sea?? You flirt mercilessly

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Mending Wounds - and Getting Told Off

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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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Good boy <3

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pred who sends you a text saying “thinking of you 🩷” attached to a voice memo of their painfully empty stomach

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Having a full stomach can restrict the diaphragm and make singing difficult. I don’t know if this would apply to Taoka with his physiology, but if it does, is this a lesson he learns the hard way? Would it be a mistake he makes often, or something he would mind well?

The thing with Taoka is, for as much as he loves being in the spotlight, one of his worst fears is being publicly humiliated. He enjoys soaking up attention, but if that attention is negative, those deep rooted insecurities bubble right to the surface.

I bring this up because...

...Yes. He had to learn the hard way. XD So from now on, he will always hold off on stuffing himself silly until AFTER a big performance, for this exact reason.

Apparently great minds really do think alike, because I got two separate asks for this prompt. Gotta give my followers what they want, right? ;)

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Fresh Squeezed Breakfast (Implied Vore/Thigh Squeezing)

"And now, for something completely different." (pauses) Well. A LITTLE different, at least. I had a rare burst of inspiration, and decided I wanted to do a little self-indulgent total-trash-material story featuring a kink/concept I haven't really played with that much: thigh squeezing. Now, there's nobody among my non-OC crushes who is more fond of squeezing than Floyd Leech, and I'd been considering writing something along these lines with him sometime for ages anyway, so...I figured, why not? Let's make him our designated pred. This mini-story is a little on the messed-up side. XD So if you don't like implied fatal vore or thigh squeezing shenanigans, I strongly recommend you turn away and go home. ALSO, IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE AND SHOULD NOT BE READING THIS. GET OUTTA HERE.

With that said, if you're still around and still curious...here we go.

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“Mmmmmmmmm…oooooh, this feels…ahhhh, reeeeaaaally good. Kinda different, too…” The mismatched eyes of Floyd Leech rolled, and their lids fluttered, as a single fang poked out while he coyly bit his lip. The willowy eel-man in disguise had stripped down to nothing but a pair of black-and-violet boxer briefs, which clung tightly to his hips. He was shivering and trembling with pleasure as one hand swept the long, black lock of hair that dangled from his scalp away from his face. Said face was a noticeable shade of pink, the blood rushing to his usually pale cheeks. Floyd’s eyes opened. A glimmer of pure, dark malice filled the olive-hued iris, while his glowing golden eye on the opposit side shone with demoniacal glee. He grinned, showing off all of his shark like teeth as he tilted his head downwards. A tremor visibly shook his chest and shoulders as a playful, light giggle rippled through him. “Ha ha ha! Awwww…you look so scared, it’s sooooo cuuuuuuute!” The human pinned beneath Floyd’s weight could barely wheeze out a reply. The rowdiest of the Leech brothers was sitting on his chest, with the young man’s head pinned between his legs. Strong, powerful, dangerously-well-toned thighs were gripping around his skull, legs scissored beneath and behind him, holding firm. The human’s face was bathed in a cold sweat, and seemed to be changing color constantly, from a shade of red to purple to blue, and then back again in reverse. Floyd moaned softly and licked his lips with the very tip of his tongue. A shuddering sort of sound of pleasure left him as he flexed his legs, the thighs squeezing tightly around his victim’s cranium. The student gasped out, hands flying up to desperately paw at Floyd’s thighs. Their own feet, behind Floyd’s back, fidgeted and kicked, mussing the bedding beneath them both. “N-no…p-please…ssssss-sss-stoooop…!” the Octavinellian choked and groaned. Floyd cooed. He wiggled his butt, causing it to press and grind over his victim’s torso. They winced and hissed through their gritted teeth. Frightened eyes peered up through long, messy bangs as their head shifted slightly…and they felt the tips of Floyd’s long, dexterous fingers caress their cheeks. He smiled with a sort of strange look; smug, amused, and with a sort of unsettling detachment. It was the sort of look one might give a cheap and funny little toy before attaching it to a firework rocket and shooting it up to explode into sparks overhead; the sentiment of having a plaything you were fully intent on destroying for more exciting pleasure. “You reeeaaally shouldn’t have gone back on your payments,” he teased, and tapped their nose with one finger. “Actually! I guess what ya shouldn’t have tried to do was rip Azul off by sneaking into his office to try and steal the payroll. Bet ya thought the worst he’d do is report to campus police, huuuuuuh?” Floyd leaned close, his flexibility coming into great use, and whispered into their ear: “That’s funny.”

The doomed young fool opened their mouth to try and plead their case…only to let out a pained sound as Floyd squeezed his thighs around their head tightly again. They swore they could feel their skull creak; with the grip of his legs and his weight on their diaphragm, they were finding it increasingly hard to breathe. Floyd laughed softly again, running his tongue along his teeth. “Betcha didn’t think I’d squeeeeeeeze ya this way, either, huh? Toooo baaaad…but don’t worry! When I’m done, you won’t have to worry about paying anything ever again…hee hee…” Floyd then began to squeeze and relax rhythmically, flexing and pressing before releasing his grip again, over and over. The Octavinellian keened as they struggled to keep hold of air; they felt dizzy and weak, and their bones were creaking like leather straps preparing to burst… “First, I’mma tenderize ya!” chirped Floyd. “Then, MAYBE after you pass out between my legs…” A few dribbles of drool dropped onto his victim’s chest. “Mmmm…I’m gonna eeeaaat yooouuu…” “No…n-no!” “Yes, yes!” sang Floyd, nodding enthusiastically with an excited smile, and squeezed again. “Ha Ha! Maybe you won’t even make it to my belly alive! It’s sooooo fun CRUSHING the LIFE outta you…!” He flexed harder than ever, growling as he really put some muscle into the squeeze. His prey scrunched their eyes shut and let out an urgent, frantic, muffled noise, as their cheeks were smushed and their mouth unable to speak. Floyd trembled as he kept his grip, the muscles of his limbs tensing…waited till he felt their hands frantically slapping at his legs, trying to tap out…then finally released the pressure with a sigh. His victim panted desperately, their chest heaving as they wanted to cough but found they couldn’t really… “Awwww…did that hurt yooouuuu?” crooned Floyd. “Sorryyyyy!” “You’re…you’re s-sick…!” “No, I think I’m pretty healthy,” shrugged Floyd, and flexed his legs a few more times, savoring the frightened noises his little living toy made as they could feel his muscles readying to attack. “Mmmmm…yeeeeeaaaah…I think I AM gonna just…squeeeeeze you till you pass out before I swallow ya. At least then you won’t feel my guts going to work on ya. That’s nice o’ me, riiiiiight?” His toy let out a croaking sound of terror. “P-please…please, don’t! J-Just stop!” they managed to hoarsely cry out. Floyd tilted his head. His eyes blinked, wide and curious looking. “Ehhhh? Why should I?” he crooned. “C-Crowley! He’ll find out…rules…a-against…p-predation…!” Floyd shrugged. “What the Headmage doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he said, boredly. “Besides, my belly could use something niiiiiiice…” One hand rubbed over Floyd’s well-sculpted abs, his gut letting out a greedy growl right on cue as he wiped his mouth on the back of his other hand. His victim tried to shake their head pleadingly, but couldn’t do much more than wiggle weakly beneath him. “Have m-mercy on me,” they whimpered. “I’m b-begging you…!” “I’ll have MUSTARD on ya! Will that be good enough?” Floyd laughed at his joke…then began to squeeze again. His prey’s heartbeat accelerated beneath him. He cooed as he could FEEL it… “Oooooh…but first…I’mma squeeeeeeeze yer lights out. Time to say bye-bye!” “No…n-no, no…I don’t w-want-!” His victim’s words were cut off as Floyd grunted and squeezed a little tighter, flexing his legs hard around their head. He bit his lip and moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he curled his toes and continued to apply pressure, like a hydraulic press slowly working its way to maximum output…

“None of that, fishy-fishy…time to go to sleeeeeeeeep. And when you wake up…you’ll be sleepin’ in my stomach. That is, IF you wake up…hee hee…m-maybe…maybe you’ll be on the thighs you’re feeling aaaaaall around you. That’d be funny, ha!” Floyd smiled with a look bordering on twisted affection as he watched his victim frantically struggle…watched their eyes look up with a pleading, desperate, feeble light of hope and pitiful desire… He answered by kissing their forehead. “You’re aaaaaaall mine,” he slithered. “Now…nap time. Byyyyyyeeeeeee…” Floyd panted as he squeezed harder and harder, clearly REALLY getting into it as he flexed and pressed. His victim let out a sound like a balloon being deflated. Their eyes rolled and fluttered as his had, but for totally different reasons. The last thing they heard - as the world began to go dark, and their limbs became sluggish, and then fell limp - was the gurgling of Floyd’s stomach, and the sound of him smacking his lips before twittering out their condemnation… “Breakfast in bed…fresh squeezed. My favorite, ha ha ha!”

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Took a small break from the berry comic to make something short and sweet I could share with you all ;p

I might make some follow ups to this but for now this is the completed comic >:]

He's so mean~

Don't let Jayce fool you he has never been more aroused in his life ABDJNSNNS

I like to imagine he tried sitting like this out of habit and that just. Failed miserably 💀

That poor chair can only take so much Talis-

Anyway hope yall enjoy this, it was just supposed to be the first image, and a messy sketch at that but here we are XD

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Chat, I think something's wrong with this guy idk