#lots of burping

[moonm3l0n]

An unexpected encounter (pt. 1)

Contains: Belching, burping, belly rubs, kissing

She walked into the con not expecting anything more interesting than usual. But she definitely enjoyed the things that made it more interesting.

Third limited, Evereste

As she walked into the convention with Almira by her side, Evereste sighed at the sight of all the sweaty people around. She hated the heat, and it really was hot.

Almira turned away from her and waved at some people Evereste couldn’t see. After clipping her blonde hair away from her face, Evereste jumped on Almira’s back, causing her to grunt. Evereste laughed before her eyes got stuck on the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.

He was muscular, but slightly pudgy, as though he had just gorged himself on a huge meal. He had the most beautiful emerald green eyes and shiny chocolate colored hair. She wondered if he had eaten any chocolate to swell that delicious belly.

Almira, seemingly reading Evereste’s mind, started giggling. “That’s Sam, Misty’s brother. She should be over there with him, do you wanna be introduced?” Almira said, tapping her best friend on the shoulder.

Evereste, blushing furiously, smiled a wolfish smile and nodded. “Fuck yes I do. Introduce me to that fine slab of meat, please.”

And so she did. Sam smiled at her as they approached. “Hey,” he said, running a hand through his hair. The movement caused some air to rise and he belched deeply into his fist. He laughed and patted his stomach. “You know what they say. Not bad manners, I just had a reeeeally good lunch.” Evereste was thankful for the blush already on her cheeks, because otherwise she would have definitely turned red as heat twisted through her core.

Misty rolled her eyes and introduced them. “Evereste, Sam. Sam, Evereste. And you two have already met.” She said gesturing to Almira and Sam.

Evereste climbed off of Almira’s back and went to walk past her. Almira stopped her to whisper into her ear. “Oh yeah… and did I mention he’s into the same weirdo stuff as you?” She said, grinning evilly. Evereste’s eyes widened and she sucked in a little breath.

She walked over to him and he held out a hand, waiting for her to shake it. She smiled and pulled him in for a hug, purposely grinding against his overly stuffed gut. He belched forcefully right next to her ear, fading into a soft moan, his dick hardening against her.

She pulled his neck down so they were the same height and whispered in his ear. “Do you want someone to control you tonight?” She gently kissed his earlobe before pulling away and smiling at him.

Speechless, he nodded, blushing. In his flustered state he let out a series of quiet burps and belches, trying to muffle them into his fist. Evereste was genuinely kind of surprised, he looked like the kind of guy that would probably be more comfortable dominating than being dominated.

She looked meaningfully at Almira and, smirking, Almira led a confused looking Misty away.

Evereste turned around started gently pressing on his swollen belly, the tight surface not having much give. He turned his head and tried not to belch too loudly or too close to her into his fist, but she grabbed his chin and made him look at her.

“No, my good little burp slut. In my ear, or if you’re really to shy to let anyone hear you, muffle it into my neck. Not your fist. Understood?” She said to him, never ceasing the circles she was smoothing in his swollen belly.

He nodded, moaning at the ecstasy of having her gentle yet firm hands all over his stuffed stomach. He grabbed her and and led her to a bench where there weren’t too many people and sat down, pulling her onto his lap.

She scowled and moved so she was the one sitting on the bench and patted her leg. Still burping quietly, he raised an eyebrow.

“Honey.” He said, his voice husky and thick with his southern accent, “I’ll bruuuuuurp- hic ‘scuse me- break your precious lil legs.” His sentence broken up by a deep belch and a satisfying hiccup.

She rolled her eyes. “No you won’t. Now move your ass onto my lap.” And he did, albeit hesitantly.

She immediately started bouncing him on her leg, causing his dick to strain against his jeans as it jostled up a few more thick belches.

He buried his face in her neck as he moaned and let out a serious of hiccurps.

Hic, uuuuurp, hic, hic, bruuuurahp, hic, long moan, hurrrr, hic, hurrrp, urrrrp, hic

And on it went. Eventually she could feel herself soaking through her panties and he moaned and whimpered in her ear. “You’re gonna- hic- make murrrrrahp- me cum, ohhhh yes, god it feels- urrrrrp- good when you massage right there.”

She abruptly stops everything and grins evilly at him. “Come on you little slut, we’re leaving.” And she leads him, a horny, whimpering, burpy mess, to her car and takes him home.

[weirdmaiden]

dear fucking god, I get these once a while and I finally caught one .. on audio?? oh my god

agh my voice on this, I wish I sounded more feminine but I guess this is an account for people who like chubby stoner boys who are stupidly into nerdshit so whatever

[ruelpsen]

thinking about burping and stuffing + voyeurism... overhearing your neighbor moaning between belches... the sounds of them slapping their stuffed gut to try and free up more room... maybe even the rhythm of their noises makes you realize they're getting off to being a full, burpy mess... hearing their moans of orgasmic pleasure get interrupted by a hearty belch...

[servantprincess]

something I would love to see more of in LU fanfic is the concept that, in fact, the Chain largely consists of Teenage Boys

Wild is reckless and likes to shield surf in not the best places? Well the frontal lobe doesn't fully develop until your mid 20's anyway, and he's hardly the only one in this group to come up with some dumb shit (Totem Time on someone's roof, anyone?)

Hyrule smells terrible and looks like he hasn't bathed in weeks when in fact he bathed yesterday, it's just that oil production ramps up during puberty and when you get to teenagedom, your BO suddenly gets Much Worse

Wind is getting his first pimple breakout and he HATES IT, but on the flip side he's convinced he's getting a chin hair and he's so fuckin excited. Warriors is pretty sure it's just peach fuzz but LOOK AT IT WARRIORS IT'S BLOND-

Four's voice still cracks even though he's pretty sure he's too old for that now, right?

Legend and Four both can get almost devastatingly catty, but that's understandable because emotions are a nightmare now too

and the group as a whole? Boys will be boys energy (but like the good kind)

Rubbing the floor to light up a lightbulb, singing competitions at 4 am, jury-rigging a slingshot for the hell of it, that kind of stuff

You will Know where some of the boys are with their hooting and hollering over the fact that some dumb idea worked

The only ones that would be fully exempt, I think, are Time and Warriors

Sky and Twi are mostly exempt but they are on Thin Ice

Time is so tired of parenting 5 or more teenagers (but he wouldn't trade it for anything)

but also I bet he Remembers being 9 years old and suddenly thrust into a 17-year-old hormone flooded body so he's like

yeah he gets it

idk just maybe playing around with focusing on the teenage aspect of 2/3rds-kinda of the group could be interesting

[boxwinebaddie]

hi nina!! can we plz see some of the char sheet youre doing?

AWWWW!!!! this is so sweet, omg. ;-; <3

i fucking LOVE character sheets sm; it is a relic from when i first broke into writing online and used to tumblr rpg ( cringe ). i just feel like they really help you see and understand your characters and figure out what they look like, how they act, what their motivations are, etc.

but yes!!!! i spend a lot of time on them and i haven't had a lot of time...recently, so i haven't been able to work on the ones i have for The Nasty Nina Boys From ( Fine As ) Hell, but you can have this little section i started on appearance in the ravenstan one ( he has been on my mind a lot lately, i srsly love him so much, he's my baby )

i'll drop it under the cut for you <3

-uncle nina, tumblr rpg survivor, char sheet queena

[princess-frosty]

ppl with bad manners r hot

[hazey-moonlight]

Meeptah: * buys chipotle even though she knows it'll make her nauseous*

Floofty: " Darling are you sure, you know how you get"

Meeps:

[stuffedgills]

My own little opinion that has been on my mind:

Shameless characters who love belching as loudly as possibly to show-off and bug the people around them: Very nice

Reserved, proper characters who always try to mind their manners but end up burping loudly on accident: Even better

Characters who are usually polite but will relish the occasional opportunity to shock those around them with a massive belch because they have a hidden side to them that is much more wild, playful and confident then they let on, and then daring to just laugh as everyone looks on in disbelief: 🥵🥵🤯

[ruelpsen]

Also thinking about him getting off to me belching. Like yeah him fucking the belches out of me sounds hot, but him sitting back and masturbating while watching me eat and burp my way through a good meal? Or him growling and flashing his fangs at me for burping in public because there's too many people around for him to lay into me with arousal then and there? Or him wanting to get fucked by me after I eat a lot so I'm belching with every other thrust into him? Or maybe even him touching himself to the mere thought of me burping in his mouth?

... I'm too horny to remember where I was going with this.

[emoticonheart]

you know, i've been recording some of my burps (just to see what they sound like, idk if i'm comfortable sharing just yet. they're mostly closed mouth anyway) and... i really do think i have potential :///

[askbloatedbellyblog]

I absolutely loved your headcanon for zhongli! If possible can you make one for Alhaitham?

First off, I'm just going to put this trailer here because I actually think this is a good primer on Alhaitham in general and I just think it's really cool. It shows a lot more casual side of all the characters there.

I will preface this in that, I'm behind and only just finished the Nahida Archon quest and this is before I've played his solo quest, so somethings could change or be outdated. I'm just going off of the information that I have.

In a lot of ways, Alhaitham has a lot more potential in the burp category. He's incredibly intelligent, short tempered, and full of sass. Others may think he has a lack of emotion but I don't think that's the case really. He's blunt and straightforward and would rather be left alone or relax so he can read or think. I laugh that his least favorite food is soup because it's hard to eat it and read at the same time.

But Alhaitham is sarcastic often or at the very least sardonic and can even be petty when it comes to his roommate Kaveh or others. He's often the smartest person in the room and while he may not look like he's having fun, he definitely enjoys some jokes or a plan going well. Even if he doesn't always express it. He's mostly a no nonsense, cut to the chase kind of guy.

So how does all of this affect burps? Well in a lot of ways. First off, despite having a background in linguistics, he is well read in all manners of science and more. Not only that, but Alhaitham is a thinker, easily able to access the situation and take the appropriate course of action. Not only would Alhaitham know a lot about the digestive system, but he would know about anatomy, acoustics, and construction. So if there was an occasion where he needed or wanted to burp, he would have wonderful control.

Alhaitham would be able to make them sound however he wanted to, be it to suppress them if he was in the appropriate setting or to suddenly surprise everyone with one that would echo through the halls of the Akademiya. If he knew you were into burps, then heaven help you because he would show he's the best belcher around and tease you relentlessly. Or if someone else was burping, then whoops, he'd let one fly louder than that. All eyes would turn to him and he'd just respond with "Is there a problem?" Seeing his abs and his knowledge, I expect that he'd be able to burp on command and even be able to control his gas well enough that he could say whole phrases as a burp if he saw fit.

But Alhaitham can be an absolute brat when he wants to be. He definitely doesn't like to be told no or above playing tricks on others. If he's told he needs to have manners and thought the request was rude, you better believe your night is going to be full of burps that are rude and crass and interrupt your dinner. Or burping and blaming it on someone else, especially with his control might make it seem like someone else did it. You can also better believe if Kaveh complained about his belches, he's letting it loose all damn day to spite him. For fun. He's definitely one to pull a belch that would wake the dead in their house (potentially doing it by sneaking up behind Kaveh and letting it rip) with Kaveh scolding him like "The NERVE. Where are your manners!? How would you feel if I told everyone that the Scribe of Sumeru was so crass and vulgar as to burp so monstrously as to knock photos off the wall?" Then Alhaitham would come up close, burp in his face and say "Nobody would ever believe you," before leaving with Kaveh getting huffy.

Believe it or not, I think because of his voracious reading that Alhaitham has quite a bit of knowledge when it comes to lewd acts and knows how to wield things as emotional weapons. Kama Sutra the scholarly book lol. So he would definitely know how to flirt and entice someone with belches or know when to let one rip after a big meal and patting his stretched abs. He'd know at least on paper about kinks and would appropriately know how to make someone melt, even if it's just for his own amusement (with probably full denial afterward when confronted). Alhaitham is also not a bad actor or above roleplay when required when he wants to.

The other thing to mention that we see from the trailer is that he's not afraid to drink either. I think Alhaitham doesn't like to party much, preferring smaller gatherings, and doesn't let his guard down. But when it's something full of friends, then I think he's liable to eat too much and get drunk. He probably doesn't get drunk often, but when he does, all of what I've said goes out the window. I think he's mostly a sleepy drunk, falling asleep when he feels comfortable. Stuffed with food and drink, he might fall asleep right at the table or in his chair. I do think in this case, he's more likely to have a severe case of the hiccups, but mostly he'll let out small burps, not knowing what he's doing or rubbing his belly and trying to get them out. he may remember he's in good company and try to cover his mouth to suppress the gas, which only makes them reverberate in his chest and sound even deeper. It's possible he may do even more irresponsible things in this rare state like participate more in a burping contest with less inhibitions and control but it's hard to say.

The big difference is his bigger burps are low and airy, usually deep and loud with a lot of force but dry unless he wanted to be wet or after a meal. His drunken state or overly stuffed state is when he has small short burps that are higher pitched but wet and from true intestinal distress. But you better have some evidence of this happening because Alhaitham will deny that he was ever in a kind of state, and potentially use his connections to make sure any evidence you have are promptly destroyed.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I folded laundry fresh outta the dryer tonight!!! I had folded a couple of big shirts for myself, but then got into A Zone because ADHD. If I walked away or sat down, the folding wouldn't happen. Seeing as I just had dinner and won't be able to lay down comfortably*, I opted for just folding laundry.

I FOLDED LAUNDRY!!!

Two big loads, another in the dryer, and one more that needs drying.

My ADHD let me fold laundry. Just...wow. Folks with ADHD will know how amazing this is.

Now it's late, and I get up early**, so time for sleep. I hope I can fold the last loads tomorrow. That would be fucking impressive.

[pinkyjulien]

God I wanna TALK ABOUT THE 'CALDOS

about the Veterans and how wholesome their group isssss I don't think we acknowledge it enouuuuugh

It's such a diverse lil group and they're so close to one another I REALLY WANNA give a big kudos to the devs cause they didn't go with the "hurrdurr aha Group of Veterans Manly Men with One (1) Woman so they're all Horny and make Sexist, Misoginistic and Sexual Jokes all the time" cause like- first off I fucking hate that HGFH that's the basic stereotype for this kind of group, I've seen that dynamic so many time in movies, IRL, it's fucking exhausting

The Vets tho? Just- pure friendship, brotherhood, they fought together, they saw each others at their lowest, saw each others at their purest/raw selves, FAMILY for real

I cannot imagine any of them being an horny brainless dudebro type of guy cause that's literally Not what they are, they all have their different background and layers (even the smaller NPCs like Bob and Teddy, they have a lot of details and care to them) and I love the writing team for that, for giving us this wholesome group of people

[moraygrotto]

Heya! Would you be up for writing a fic about Idia chugging too much soda when playing his games which makes him super burpy until his stomach feels a little too heavy and gassy for him to play?

yushhh; filling this with idiа x reader !

~

"MmmmMMM! Fuck yeah!" Idia dropped his controller into his lap, then flopped down onto the sofa, kicking his legs up into the air.

As you walked into the room, you were greeted by his upside-down face, which blushed at once upon catching sight of you. On his gaming TV, his character stood idly next to an opened treasure chest.

"Oh!" Idia cheeped, looking sheepishly up at you. "Heya. Your work done?"

You nodded. "Yeah. How's your game going?"

"GREAT!" he burst out, picking up the controller and sitting up cross-legged. "I just beat this dungeon, the same one I mentioned earlier how people online are FUMING over the difficulty. Heheh, sniveling fuckin' noobs..." He caught himself mid-snicker, then looked up at you. "I can switch to co-op mode once I get back to home base, if you wanna—"

"No, no," you replied. "That's alright; you seem like you're in a good groove. Besides, I don't know if I'd have the energy—" On the table next to the couch, you spotted a six-pack of cola with two cans missing. "May I?" you said, gesturing to it.

"Oh, yeah," said Idia, "go right ahead." He licked his lips. "Actually, can you sauce me one too? This victory deserves a toast!"

Detaching two of the cans, you caught yourself before telling him you'd be pleased to share it with him. Even the smallest flirting could send Idia spiraling into a deeply flustered mood, and you didn't want to punctuate his current glee with anything else.

Sinking down next to him, you passed him one of the two cans of cola, which he cracked open and drank from at once. After a moment, you realized he was going for the whole can, pale throat bobbing with gulp after gulp. Finally, he shook a few last drops out onto his tongue, before setting the empty can down next to the sofa.

There were two others next to it, alongside a half-full bag of hot chips. You weren't sure why you had noticed neither these, nor how Idia's belly was pudged slightly out beneath his skinny long-sleeved T-shirt.

"Alright," he cheered, "let's goooo!" He turned to glance at you. "You good just watching?"

"Uh-huh," you said. "Mind if I get a little closer, or will that impede your gaming?"

"Huh? No, I don't think so."

With this permission, you sidled up next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and snaking one arm around his side.

"Ohmigosh," he began muttering in his talking-to-himself voice. "Totally getting cuddled while gaming right now. Like, every gamer's dream. Okay, this is fine; it'll make me better, not worse."

Under your fingers, as Idia clicked a button to resume his game, you could feel his belly rumbling.

Seeming to slip quickly back into the headspace, Idia muttered to himself about the game he was playing, making note of various features and cursing at enemies.

"Alright, I doooon't think this puzzle is gonna be too hard; nope; it's definitely in the last room with the... yeah... Uh-huh— gURRP!"

His bony shoulder hitched slightly beneath your head as a loud belch popped out from between his open lips. You stiffened a bit, expecting him to be embarrassed.

"Oh, alright, guard the key," he continued to mutter, as if nothing had happened at all. "I'll just beat your ass into the ionosphere, no big deal; heheh, yeahhhuRP!" His stomach sloshed at this, and he quickly reached down into the bag of chips beneath him to stuff a few into his mouth.

Only now that you detached yourself from him and let your hand trail across his bony spine, did he seem to remember you were there. "Ohshitohfuck," he said between crunches. "I'm making a slob out of myself while you're watching me—"

"I don't mind!" you interjected at once. "I like seeing you this relaxed."

He gulped, blushing softly. "You're right, huh," he said. "I don't let myself chill out like this around very many people. Thanks for putting up with me, I guess."

"No problem whatsoever," you said, stroking up and down his back. Hearing the contents of his stomach churn loudly, you offered a firm pat.

Idia's eyes bulged outward as a strangled "Hngrk!" sounded from his throat, before a monstrous, guttural burp poured upward into his closed mouth. His cheeks ballooned up near the end, and he blew it out the corner of his pale blue lips. "Oof," he said, sharply averting his eyes, "uh—"

"Dude," you interrupted, before he could go on. "That was great. I didn't even know burps like that could come out of you."

Idia let out a tense sigh. "No way," he whispered, "Noway noway. I can't believe they like my burps. I've never gotten any compliments over voice chat before."

"Well, that one sounded incredible," you said, even though you knew he didn't like people responding to his self-talk. "Here," you said, reaching over to the depleted six-pack. "Got room for more?"

"Fuck yeah, I do!" he chimed. "You know I have a second stomach for gamer fuel."

Smiling, you passed him another can, and he opened it to take a sip before setting it down in his lap. As he continued his game, his words were interspersed with belches once more, but it seemed this time as if he were really talking to you when he explained his various maneuvers and strategies. Now and then, he paused to suck down more soda, occasionally following a loud gulp up with a satisfied burp.

"Hey," he said after shaking out the last dregs of the can, "could you pass me another?"

"Sure," you said, removing the final cola. "How does your tummy feel?"

"Rrph— Fine. I just wanna keep going."

Obediently, you passed it to him, and watched him mechanically set his empty drink down on the floor and replace it with the next one in his lap.

He drank with a focused ferocity, taking large swigs in brief pauses from his game. About halfway through it, he glanced at you, and blinked. "Hey," he said, "you haven't touched the can of soda you took."

It was then you realized that all of your attention had been on him, and you had forgot to even open it. "You're right," you said, and cracked open the tab. "Don't mind if I do," you quipped over the sound of fizz. "Get back to your game, now. You're in the middle of a quest; don't let me distract you."

As Idia resumed playing, you tried a sip of the cola. It was a foreign brand that he had ordered online, and the taste was just to the left of familiar on your tongue. It was strange to think that four and a half cans of it now bubbled inside of Idia.

"Rrgh—" he grunted a few minutes later. He had encountered a boss, but he wasn't spouting his usual babble throughout the fight.

"Hey," you interjected, "Idia, what's the matter?"

"Matter? No, I'm—" His character got hit on the head, and he frowned. "Nothing's the matter; I'm fine."

"Hey," you repeated, "if you're not comfortable, just pause the game."

"No, I'm fine; I can't— hic—"

The boss enemy dove forward, and Idia tried to sidestep its movement; all of a sudden, a brief gurgle coiled up from his stomach, and the loudest burp you had ever heard from Idia burst forth. Simply put, it was gorgeous. His belly muscles rippled; his bony chest lurched forward; his hands seized at the controller. It seemed entirely out of his control, too, like his body was nothing but a vessel for the soda bubbles now bursting cleanly free up his gullet. The sound of it almost dazed you.

Idia, on the other hand, looked sour. "FUUUCK!" he squealed, and only then did you notice the quiet game-over music coming from the TV.

He slammed his controller down and flung himself backward atop the sofa. "Stupidass overpowered garbage-tier game design boss fight—"

"Hey, hey—" you tried to say. "Idia, calm down—"

"You can't console me," he said, muffled as he slapped both palms over his face. "If any enemy is so powerful that you can't even burp while fighting them, then it's just logic that they shouldn't be in the game."

"Idia, my love," you said, "the game autosaved beforehand, remember? You can just restart the battle, with no interruptions this time."

Pouting fiercely, Idia reached down to the half-finished can of soda still in his lap, and chugged the remainder all at once. Crushing it in one skeletal hand, he wiped the back of his mouth with the other, and his scowling lips parted to let up a gurgling belch.

"There you go," you said, unsure how to diffuse his mood. "All fueled up, right?"

"Sure, whatever," he grumbled, and turned to the screen again.

"Here," you said, "before you start up again—" You slid a hand beneath one of his own. "Take a few deep breaths with me."

If it were anyone else, Idia would most likely roll his eyes and mutter a snide refusal, so your heart was warmed to actually see him close his eyes, and draw in a breath in time with you.

His shoulders rose, and just as he was about to exhale—

"Grgglurphhhhhhh..."

"Baby," you said, "you can't even breathe without burping; that's so cute!"

Idia's eyes snapped open. "What?"

"You really crammed yourself full of soda, huh?"

Idia snorted, a blush rising to his cheeks again. "I can't help myself; it's so good."

"I'm not blaming you," you replied. "Can I touch your stomach?"

His gaze dropped to the floor. "Whatever. Go ahead."

Once more, Idia closed his eyes, and let his hands fall to his sides, exposing his body in a way he rarely seemed to do.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Idia's soft tummy shifted under your hand like liquid. A gentle prod to the sensitive cleft beneath his ribcage elicited a gurgle, and another gurgle, and more in succession like a meteor shower of sound.

A few gentle belches passed up and hissed through his lips, and after a moment, Idia truly seemed to relax.

"Good boy," you couldn't help but to coo. "Does this feel any better?"

"M-hm," he whimpered. "You really think I'm cute like this?"

"Yes, adorable."

He blinked his eyes shyly open. "Almost makes me wish that weren't the last can, heheh..."

You held up the soda you had been drinking, which was still mostly full. "I mean, there is more."

"That one's yours, though."

The thought of one more drink poured into Idia was far more appealing right now than having the rest to yourself. Suddenly, a devious thought entered your mind. "You can have it," you said, "if you let me hold the can while you drink."

Idia went stiff as a board. "Ohmigod, really?"

"Yeah?"

"For real? You're actually willing to feed me soda?"

You chuckled. "I'm asking."

His blush had spread to every visible inch of skin; he looked on fire, even moreso than usual. "Yeah, um, okay," he squeaked. "You can do that. Just, um?" He took a trembling breath. "Could you, like, praise me while you're doing it? Also, go slowly. I don't wanna choke."

"Yeah, of course!" You reached around to hold him once more, and lifted the can.

"Oh!" tittered Idia. "Right now; okay."

Carefully, you aligned the mouth of the can with his tilted head, pressing it to his lips like a kiss. "Ready, baby?"

He gave an "Mmn" in reply, and you carefully tipped the fluid into him. A drop of it missed, bubbled, overflowed down the corner of his mouth, but you pet his back warningly, trying to urge him to stay still. "It's okay," you said, "we'll clean it up afterwards. Just be good for me, and drink."

His small, constant gulps were interrupted by a voiced sound which must have been some kind of affirmative. You kept stroking his back, over and over the ridge of his spine, careful to keep your hand steady, for if you gave him the slightest pat, you were sure he would burp, and messily interrupt his constant sipping.

"There you go," you soothed. "You're doing a good job."

At this, Idia actually slurped harder at the flow, making audible gulping sounds as he forced it down his throat, and the trickle of overflow thickened by a few drops down his chin.

"Be careful," you chuckled, then let your voice fall back to a flirting tone. "Don't hurt yourself, baby. You're too cute for that; just sip slowly now."

"Mm," Idia grunted.

The angle of the can was quickly nearing ninety degrees, and Idia was drinking obediently, the sound of fizz a soft background to his wet slurps and gulps.

After a while, he gave a noise like a moan.

"Are you okay, baby boy?" you asked. "Tap my thigh twice if no, okay? Otherwise, I want you to chug this whole thing for me."

You took one of his hands, and placed it on your thigh, but Idia continued gulping down, hair cascading down his back and Adam's apple jutting outward as his head tipped back to swallow the last of the cola.

When the can was upside down, you tapped out the dregs with a finger. Weakly, face flushed and belly snarling audibly, Idia licked upward at the drops.

"That's my good boy," you praised, and placed the can down next to its emptied brethren, the latest trophy showcasing just how much Idia's tank could hold.

Jaw trembling, Idia moaned pathetically.

"Don't say a word," you said. "Just let it settle." Carefully, you reached out to caress his belly. It was tight under your fingertips' touch, made noises like a discontented animal while giving the tactile and visual impression of a balloon ready to burst.

Idia was breathing slowly through his mouth.

"That's it," you said, "just relax your throat, stomach muscles, everything. You drank that so well; I'm so proud of you."

You didn't realize, at first, the sound Idia was making, through the incessant clamor of his stomach around its fizzing contents, and the soft music still playing from the TV. Through his open lips, you realized, was rumbling a soft "grrrrrrrphhhhhhhhhfff..."

You leaned in close, rubbing your thumb over the sensitive parts of his belly while you cradled the soft parts in your palm, and at your touch the sound grew louder, deepening into a rolling "urggggggh—"; at the slightest bit more pressure applied, into a hearty "GRURRRRRRP..."

His brow was furrowed; you couldn't tell if he was blissed out by the cola's sweetness, a helpless victim to his own digestive system, or both.

At last, the belch trailed off on a bubbly gurgle, and then a low afterburp passed up through him as he sat completely still.

There was a beat of blank, inert silence, then Idia wheezed a deep breath, doubling over. "Fuck," he said, "Ohhh my god. Holy shit."

"You okay?" you said.

"Yeah! Yeah, urph, I'm great. Holy moly, man; that was... Ahhh..."

You cautiously scooched an inch closer to him. "Was that good enough praise?" you said. "Was it what you were hoping for?"

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Idia said, gripping his thighs. "That was INSANE. Uhh, you were perfect, that is."

"Good," you said, and passed him a half-crumpled napkin from the bedside table. "Wanna clean your face off?"

Idia took it from you without looking. "Yeah," he said, and dabbed at his chin. "Oh my god, yeah."

You laughed, and pat his back. "Are you ready to try that boss fight one more time?"

Idia froze, then continued wiping his face. "No," he said. "I will tomorrow. I'm totally outta my groove now. Plus, I'm way too full for that. I think it is officially Idia chill time."

As Idia sat up, you hugged him close, and pecked a kiss atop his sticky cheek. "In that case," you said, "do you want more belly rubs?"

You felt goosebumps form under Idia's sleeve, and he leaned into you. "Urp— Y-yeah," he stuttered. "I'd say yes to that."

[daz4i]

it's sad to me that rick and morty is considered a bad show by tumblr standards ngl. and that it gets lumped with ig ~problematic~ content when it's honestly very tame in that regard (also mandatory "everything's problematic bitch let's yet you the ability to enjoy media while still acknowledging its flaws"). obviously you don't have to like it but i find it unfortunate that ppl just dismiss it without ever trying to watch it just bc of its fandom

[belliesandburps]

*Whispers*

Dazai.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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