I read a lot of the silliest smut I can get my hands on, and one ultra specific trope that comes up a lot is "inanimate object gets turned human and now it's your boyfriend." I've always wanted to see that in eructo kink media. I want to read about someone's lava lamp discovering how good it feels to burp
Packet of mentos that doesnāt burp much on their own, but they develop a friend/situationship with the soda bottle and them touching each other causes each other to burp
Beer can whoās always sloshed, doesnāt hold back on burps
Bubble mix bottle who gets nervous burps, always burping up bubbles
Since DE is the biggest example of this trope, and since in that game some concepts are personified, what if we just. personified a burp? Every other word is a belch and they have acid reflux
Another fic prompted by @the-ratwizard!! This is pretty much an expantion of that library scenario I talked about a while ago. I think maaaybe this could've been better, but I always thrive with dialogue, and this fic doesn't have a lot of that sadly lol. I hope you guys like it though!!
Plot: A person is really in the mood for some exhibitionism, so they go to the local library and burp their heart out, but are inturrupted by someone else who may or may not know what they're up to...
Pairing: NB/M, OCS
Contents: Burping, Air inflation, Stomach noises, Burp denial, Masturbation, Exhibitionism
Rating: NSFW
At the entrance doorway, fixing the hem of their shirt, and theyāre already suppressing burps into their fist. The mere thought of what theyāre about to do excites them so much that their body struggles to hold it in, even as fellow bookworms walk past and into the building first. Itās freezing outside, and the alluring warmth of the inside draws them closer, and theyāre able to hold everything in enough to push through and enter.
It was a ridiculous idea, really. Theyāve always loved burping, but theyāve never taken that love public before. It makes sense why, of course- it would be indecent to orgasm in the middle of a crowded room full of people who most likely find belching disgusting- but a thought hit them as their spoonful of cereal was halfway to their mouth; burping doesnāt have to be loud. It can be quiet, subtle, naughty- and if controlled well enough, no mess would be made. A quick little tease would be enough to get their rocks of, they thought, and quickly downed the rest of their breakfast before sprinting to the door.
Now, inside the library, warm and cozy with a subtle waft of paper drifting through the air every now and then, their cheeky excitement bubbles within their gut, and they know itās only going to get bigger from there.
They peruse the shelves for a book. It doesnāt really matter which one they choose- itās mostly to cover up anything that might want to poke out during the process. They eventually land on a book with a fairly unassuming cover and make their way to an equally unassuming nook in the corner.
Theyāve been to this library before, so they know the format fairly well. This little corner, one thatās hidden by books and separated from the rest of the room, is the ideal place to indulge in some private dirtiness without being noticed, and they couldnāt be happier that it happened to be empty when they found it. The chair looks even more inviting than usual.
They sit down and open the book. Fairly interesting, something about a family in world war two, but their interest quickly shifts to the rumbling building inside them. Itās time.
With a fist to their mouth, they draw in a subtle breath and start gulping.
Itās a little harder to muffle the sounds of a gulp, but theyāre distanced enough from anyone that theyāll go unnoticed, and good thing for it, because the gulps alone are enough to ignite something in them. Big, round balls of air slide effortlessly down their throat, clicking as each one passes their oesophagus, landing like a light stone in their gut and making it burble and grumble loud enough that they have to place a hand on top of it to muffle the sounds. They smile proudly once they notice no one poke their head around the corner.
Their hand flies back up to their mouth as the first burp rumbles behind their lips, puffing out their cheeks like a chipmunk. Already, they can feel some pressure lessen from their stomach as they exhale, and the book they picked up is doing wonders at covering up the evidence. This is the exact thing they were looking for. No one else is paying attention, and the bubbles in their belly tell them that theyāre just getting started.
A loose process follows; gulp down a few pocketfuls of air, let a burp rumble in their throat, relish in the bliss and double check to make sure no one hears. The last step eventually starts to melt away the longer they stay, mainly due to no one seemingly liking the books in this specific corner, but also because the soft wave of pleasure gradually washes over them with every burp. Itās exactly like how they fantasised, naughty and mischievous, thrilling, dirty in the best fucking way possible. They havenāt turned a single page in their book since starting.
āMmmrrrrpā¦rrrmmmp, mh, mphā¦ā
They proudly glance down at their stomach. One thing they didnāt expect was for there to be a significant amount of air still stuck inside them, pushing their gut out in the process like an early pregnancy bump. The only thing kicking inside was air, however. Air that swims satisfyingly around the organ but does admittedly straight a little against their trousers. They place a hand on it, automatically rubbing little circles into the tighter areas, shivering when a gurgle rips through the surface.
Curiously, they press a little harder.
It comes so suddenly that they barely manage to bring their hand up in time, but a rush of burps spring up through their throat and growl behind their covered mouth. Nothing leaks out apart from a muffled groan, one that thankfully still doesnāt alert anyone, and looking down behind the book shows that itās another type of rush that theyāre surprised they didnāt notice before. Theyāll have to be extra stealthy with this one, but itās worth a shot.
They press firmly on the sensitive parts of their stomach and let the burps rumble, deep and bassy in their smirking mouth, relaxing even further as the pressure in their stomach starts to ease. Their trousers feel tighter than before, not that anyone can see- the book is quite tall- and a small part of them worries that they wonāt be able to hold off until they get home. Sure, thereās a bathroom in the library, but thereās still hundreds of burps stuck inside them, and standing up might unleash a beast so powerful that theyāll be wobbling there instead. Getting it all out without cumming is the plan, so if they can clear away the cloud of arousal for a second, maybe itāll-
Footsteps. Close footsteps from the other side of the shelves. Their body turns to stone, crossing their legs behind the book tight enough to where theyāre sure they can convince anyone that nothing even exists in between. Thereās a grumbling in their belly, but thankfully everything inside remains.
Around the corner comes a young man with glasses, rounded at the edges and a friendly smile on his face. He nods in greeting, and they copy the interaction with a smile much less genuine and much more strained, only thinning more when the man stays in the corner and browses through the books there. Really, they canāt complain; this is the ideal boner killer they needed for the bathroom. That doesnāt rid them of the standing issue, however, and their bubbly belly is itching to explode from any sort of movement. Wait it out, thatās the best solution here, actually read the book in their hands and wait until the man is gone so you can belch and cum in the toilet stall. Perfect.
Only itās not, because the man is there for a while, and not only is he there for a while, he keeps sneaking glances at them. They start to worry that their stomach is too loud, maybe the discomfort on their face is too obvious, maybe the man thinks that they hate him and want him to fuck off. That last one wouldnāt be fair, he didnāt know theyāre there to get off by burping. Besides, they canāt deny that heās pretty cute.
āExcuse me, where did you get that book?ā the man asks pleasantly.
They freeze once again, fighting hard to swallow back any air trying to escape from the jostle. Besides getting thrown in jail for public indecency, conversation is the last thing they want to do right now. āUm, Iām not sure. History section, I think.ā
āOh yeah, that would make sense,ā the man replies with a playful eye roll. āYou enjoying it so far?ā
āItās pretty good,ā they lie. āHavenāt gotten too far yet.ā
The man hums knowingly and turns back to the shelves. āSome history books take time to get through, unfortunately. Iād say itās still worth the read, though.ā
They chuckle awkwardly. āYeah, fair enooOOOUURRP!ā
The already quiet room seems to grow even quieter to a pin-drop sound. Eyes wide in horror, they slap a hand over their mouth and pray to some god that their face isnāt too red. The man slowly turns to them with eyes equally as wide and highly raised eyebrows to match. Damn their oversensitive stomach, damn conversation, damn their stupid horny brain for ever thinking this was a good idea.
Hesitantly, they lower their hand and smile like a kid caught with their hand in the biscuit tin. āā¦excuse me.ā
To their pleasant surprise, the man breathes a laugh out of his nose and waves his hand, as if to say ādonāt worry about itā without words, and immediately resumes his book search. Such a casual, friendly reaction, they almost believe that it didnāt actually happen and that it was just a manifestation of what they hoped would happen. Still, no one else has come by, the man doesnāt change his domineer and the pressure in their stomach has indeed lessened. Everything is still going good.
They attempt to pretend to read again, only to quickly realise that things arenāt as good as they thought. They hear something rhythmic and deep coming from somewhere in their little corner, but canāt quite pinpoint where it is. Well, ācanātā is the wrong word. They know exactly where itās coming from, but they donāt want to.
Looking up at the man in front of them makes them confront the reality, however. Gentler than them but still obvious to everyone who might pass by, the man is gulping. Heās gulping behind his fist while his eyes peruse the books on the shelf, only looking toward them at the last, snappy gulp. Their trousers strain.
Just focus on the book, they think frantically, sweat threatening to bleed out of their neck. Pretend you donāt know what heās doing, pretend itās disgusting even-
But how can they pretend itās disgusting when the sound of a grumbling, extended burp creaks from behind the manās closed mouth in the most beautiful, sexy tone theyāve ever heard? How can they deny the perfection when the man lets out a sigh and tops everything of with a subtle pat of his belly? Their core feels hot, close to bursting, and they canāt even tell what kind itāll be, they just know that they need to clear it up before something catastrophic happens in the non-fiction section.
āNeedthetoilet-ā they mumble out before leaping up from their seat and sprinting as quietly as they can to the bathroom, leaving their book behind. Their airy belly doesnāt appreciate the extra movement. Once inside, they lock the door to their stall and instinctively let a stray burp buzz behind their teeth. With thicker walls and absolutely no one else in the room, they let out a shaky moan along with it. The brick walls of the bathroom are cold and soothing against their flushed face, settling the air inside them and making things rumble louder. Thank the lord the bricks are thick enough to muffle everything.
Unable to hold back anymore, they take a deep breath and exhale a substantial, guttural belch, their hands reaching for their zipper immediately. The burps that follow feel even better when they start stroking.
Their mind wanders back to the man, and their hand moves faster. Was he doing that on purpose? He couldnāt have had the same idea, right? The look he gave them was so intentionalā¦were they louder than they thought?
They look down at their somewhat flattened stomach and indulge the urge to gulp again. With no need to cover it up, they tremble and shiver at every gp, gp, gp sliding into their gut, allowing their eyes to roll at the belch exploding behind their tongue. If they were allowed to do this in the main room, they canāt imagine the mess they would make.
Speaking of, their core starts to heat up with a familiar sensation, pushing out more burps and hiccups along with it. Theyāre ready. Turning to the toilet, they lift the seat up and, in some unknown desire to overwhelm themselves, gulp down a few final mouthfuls of air until they feel like their stomach is going to explode. They throb in their hand.
It doesnāt take long until they burst, belches deep and wet and overlapping stumbling out of them while the paint the toilet whiter than it already is. Their belches are intertwined with helpless moans and whimpers, pleading at non existent beings and one final, euphoric belch that empties the rest of the air our of their stomach and makes another spurt shoot into the bowel. Theyāre sure that their face is a perfect contrast to the blue tiles of the floor.
Despite their weakened legs, it doesnāt take them long to clean up. One look in the mirror reminds the of exactly what just happened and how they only half regret it, mainly for the people who overheard their unintentional burp in the main room. Obviously they wonāt care, but will the man? Will they even talk again? They take another deep breath, not drawing up any extra gas this time, and exit the bathroom.
They pause once they reach their corner.
The man has indeed left, which for some reason unknown to them makes them feel a little disappointed. Of course he left, they were a weird pervert. No one wants to be around a weird pervert. Thatās not why they were upset, though; something like that glance happens so rarely, and it could mean anythingā¦now theyāll never know what it meant.
Sullen but understanding, they reach for their book to put back on the shelf, but stop when they see something attached to the cover; a small, yellow sticky note with writing on it. They think they already know who itās from, but they read it anyway.
A phone number with a drawing of a winky face written in the corner.
Their stomach bubbles again, and they donāt have to try as hard to conceal the excited, eager burp that rumbles in their throat.
Wanting to write something involving burping but not sure what adjectives to use to describe them that aren't just 'huge and loud' or 'small and quiet'?
Then tasks this handy (non-exhaustive) list of
Various Burp Adjectives!
Note: the categories below are somewhat arbitrary. Some words could be used to describe more than one quality, so do feel free to interpret things as you wish and get creative with things!
Short fic of Jade drinking probably too much soda, burping, and being very cute while doing so
(don't like don't read folks, k?)
-brrrrhhhrrpphh-
Jade, having finished off his most recent glass of soda, gave a long, airy burp. Playfully, he let the carbonation out, slow and steady, through pursed lips.
This time, he was trying to see how long he could draw a burp out, while also making it as quiet as possible, muffled with a fist.
Jade enjoyed the feeling of his stomach slowly deflating under his other hand. Carefully, he squeezed his abdominal muscles just the right amount to wring out the majority of the bubbles, until it was just the volume of all of the soda he'd imbibed filling up his belly.
He enjoyed the way it sloshed around inside him, when he walked, or bent over.
Jade, who'd lived most of his life as a merman in the deep ocean, was used to having a large volume of air inside his body. Like most fish, he had an air bladder in his true form, which he could fill or deflate to control the depth at which he swam.
Now that he walked on land, he found the feeling of having a belly full of soda humorous. It was almost like a reverse air bladder, he thought, fanciful. The extra weight of all those drinks kept him well-anchored to the ground.
Liquids were surprisingly heavy.
Jade had volunteered to work late at the Lounge tonight. And, since doing inventory for Azul wasn't the most exciting of tasks, Jade had elected to entertain himself by trying each of the new soda flavors that had come in with the latest order.
Because Jade was such a good employee, he even took notes on his findings for Azul in between counting the items and stocking the shelves.
The most recent glass had been a sour grape flavor, which Jade hadn't expected to like overly much, but he'd been pleasantly surprised.
Tart, but not bitter, he scribbled down on his notepad. The sourness helps tone down a drink that would otherwise be excessively sweet. The result is unexpectedly mature for a 'grape soda'--dry and smooth. Perhaps we could offer it as a 'mocktail', or even a non-alcoholic alternative to sparkling wine.
Jade paused, tapping his pen against his lips, thinking. He smiled, when a small but very rumbly closed-mouthed burp came up, unbidden. He exhaled the vapor through his nose, enjoying the mild burn of the carbonation and the sourness. How kind of his stomach, to send him a reminder even after the drink was finished, the aftertaste now lingering inside his mouth.
He added, as a final note, The syrup would no doubt make a lovely martini as well. I expect it would pair nicely with gin, and perhaps a lavender or violet liqueur, to enhance the purple hue and bring out the floral notes of the gin. For a garnish, I recommend a sweet and sour sugar rim, plus a sprig of lavender, or perhaps a candied violet.
Jade took a moment to daydream about preparing such a martini for Vil. Sophisticated, yet with a playful edge. Suitable. Of course, the bold purple would go nicely with his dorm uniform...
Or perhaps Trey, who loved candied violets, would find such a drink a refreshing delight after a long day of baking.
Praise from either student would go a long way towards marketing the drink via word of mouth. Why, it could practically sell itself! Azul would be ever so pleased.
Azul, himself, would likely enjoy the aesthetic of a rich, purple martini as well. Though Jade thought he would preferentially serve him the lavender version, as the herb's soothing properties would be good for his nerves.
When he was satisfied that his description had captured the experience of the sour grape soda, (and that all the lingering bubbles had been cleared out), Jade returned to the fountain, rinsed his empty cup, and looked over the flavors he had yet to try out.
It was a difficult decision. Since the weather had been getting warmer, Azul had decided to order a sampler pack of the more fruity, tropical syrups that the vendor offered.
Jade struggled to choose between mango, pineapple, or dragonfruit for his next cup. In the end, he went with dragonfruit. Jade wasn't too fond of drinks that were overly sweet.
He was a fan of novelty, however, and dragonfruit sounded like the most interesting choice.
When Jade poured a generous helping of the syrup into his glass, he was tickled to see that it was bright pink. The two flavors he'd tried before the grape, coconut and banana, had been very tasty, but sadly colorless. Between the purple of the grape, the pink of the dragonfruit, and the orange and yellow pineapple and mango, their summer drink offerings would be both delicious and colorful. Jade was now sure he could talk Floyd into designing some posters to hang around campus.
It was sometimes difficult getting Floyd to do more than the bare minimum amount of work. But Jade knew his brother wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of getting to crank the color saturation in their design software up to the highest, most eye-searing setting.
Jade added some crushed ice to his glass, then filled it to the brim with soda water. He turned up the carbonation. This was in part to ensure he got a good whiff of the fragrance, and also to ensure he could easily burp, so he didn't end up with too many bubbles trapped inside him.
He wanted to keep enough room to try all of the new sodas, and the best way to do that was to expel all the air before it could take up too much internal real estate, and possibly even give Jade a stomachache.
Not that that was too big a concern. Jade, as a moray merman, had an enormous stomach capacity, and he liked to play with it, given the opportunity.
Jades eyebrows went up as he took a taste of the dragonfruit soda. This... well, he hadn't tried the pineapple or mango yet, but he could already tell this one was going to be his favorite. It was simple: not too sweet, just a bit tangy. Refreshing, and pleasing to the tongue.
And yet, it had a subtle edge of something thoroughly unfamiliar... exotic, even. Jade wasn't even sure how to describe the flavor--"like dragonfruit" certainly wouldn't suffice, given how few people knew what dragonfruit tasted like.
Jade had never had the opportunity to try this delicacy of the land himself, either, but now he was sure he needed to get his hands on an actual dragonfruit.
He'd seen photos of them--they were bright red or pink, and covered in a spiky outer peel reminiscent of a dragon's scales.
Based on the fruit's name and appearance, he'd expected it to be spicy or smokey, or at least strongly flavored, not subtle and delicate and irresistible (at least to Jade).
He couldn't stop guzzling it.
Since he was alone, with no one to see him break his gentlemanly persona, he even allowed himself to release a soft, nasal moan while he drank.
Jade really loved flavors, he loved it when they were unexpected, and most of all, he loved the hedonistic pleasure of filling himself unrestrainedly.
It was so good.
Before he knew it, he'd downed the entire glass. Jade's face felt flushed from the experience, like he'd been infected by the pinkness of the dragonfruit. His stomach gurgled with the pleasure of being filled up with such lovely goodness, and Jade tilted his head back, obliging, releasing an enormous belch of dragonfruit-flavored air that'd built up right at the top of his stomach, primed and ready to be released the moment he'd taken his final gulp of soda.
His stomach was so pressurized, Jade hadn't even needed to push, just to open his mouth to let it all come up, almost explosive in its intensity.
Jade thought he could hear the glasses and silverware rattling in the dining room, but it was probably just his imagination being fanciful again.
"Goodness," Jade spoke into the silence that followed, to no one in particular. "Excuse me."
He smiled serenely, basking in the deliciousness of the drink, and the relief of the resulting burp.
Benefits of working after hours meant there was, of course, no one around who he needed to apologize to, but it was good to stay in the habit, even if he'd normally never let himself burp like that in front of anyone besides Floyd or Azul.
Jade patted his chest and chuckled at the thought of what Azul's face would look like, if he'd happened to walk in and hear him being so rude. That had been an impressive burp even for Jade, it was almost a shame that his closest companions hadn't been around to hear it. Floyd would've laughed, and Azul would've screamed.
Ah well, he'd be able to reproduce it easily enough if he was still in a silly mood later. Jade was highly skilled at burping, and he always tended to have excess air in his stomach.
He felt another one coming up, and waited, patient, content to bask in the feeling of pseudo -fullness. He left his hand on his chest, a pose he usually struck to appear attentive and servile, but in this case it was simply to feel the rumbling of air bubbles under his fingers, rising up his esophagus to the back of his throat.
He kept his pharyngeal jaw tightly closed, curious how much air his throat could hold before it became uncomfortable.
The answer was, apparently, a great deal. When the feeling of needing to belch grew to the point of being nearly overwhelming, Jade opened both sets of jaws at the same time, and astonished himself when the sound that came out was even louder and longer than the first one had been.
It was good to know that the carbonation settings really did make a difference.
He felt mildly dazed after it was done. There was a ringing in his ears... and there was still more inside of him, he could feel it.
Jade slid his hand down from his chest to his liquid-and-air-swollen belly, and belched again. Then again. Then, he needed to take a second to catch his breath, before letting out a third and final belch. To his amazement, they had barely decreased in size from the first one.
"My word," Jade murmured to the empty room. "Please forgive me, it seems I've drunk so much soda that I've taken leave of my manners."
Contrary to his polite words, the smile curling the corners of his lips was anything but.
more nsfw scenarios omggg humping while burping oml someone humping a pillow on the bed like imagining theyāre riding someone belching uncontrollably letting out moans before each belch. hands against the bed frame.
Maaaaaan yāall have an incredible way with words holy shit š„µš„µš„µ
Eyes closed, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down the side of their face,,,bed creaking, pillow rustling in between two desperate legs and burning hips, hands gripping at whatever friction they can find on the headboard,,,stomach full of air, rumbling and gurgling as the bubbles come out in a wet belch , good enough to make eyes roll and moans spill out like an overfull cup,,,
Love the idea that theyāre imagining theyāre riding someone too. Occasional sly smirks and lip bites and comments like āyeah, you fuckin like that- bOOOOoouurrp- you fuckin like that, huh? Uuuurrrp, buu-uuurrap, Jesus this feels so fucking good-ā
oh oh on the topic of humping/grinding,, what do you think about someone grinding on someone's upset or overfull belly which causes them to belch? person A suffering from all the pain of having their tempermental and gurgly belly pressed on but reslishing in the relief of all the burps ... person B getting off on their sloshy stomach and feeling the vibrations against them, teasing B for how good it must feel to release all that gas,,
(sorry if this is too much hadjs. i saw the other anon and you seemed like the blog to send this Idea to)
Not too much at all!!
Admittedly I donāt think about discomfort in sexual settings that often, but sometimes it can hit pretty well and I think you reached that point. Love the idea of someone grimacing as their taut belly is pressed on but immediately relaxing as a large belch erupts from within them, unsure if the moan that follows is from relief of pressure or something else theyāre only now discovering
And person B being a little shit and teasing them about it, all the while getting off even harder with every burp, gently coaxing more out of person A if they start to look sick. Then with aftercare, them getting their belly rubbed and kissed and soothed and everything is good ā¤ļø
(see, i started getting more soft by the end lmao, iām starting to think i should expand my horizons when it comes to scenarios because youāre definitely cooking here š)
Iāll be honest this is lowkey embarrassing as fuck but something overtook me and ai figured yaāll might like it so uejdjfififi
He knows itās impolite. He knows itās rude. Heās been told that ever since he was little. But he canāt stop doing it.
Not because heās physically unable, it just feels too good for him to want to stop. Itās the best damn thing heās ever felt.
He burps. He burps again. One after another, urp, urp, urp, urp, urp, burping even more when his eyes start rolling. Each expulsion, warm and punchy, like a singe of pure pleasure running through his entire system, causes his muscles to relax and his throat to vibrate in deep happy moans.
God, he loves burping so much. Thereās no explanation as to why, heās the exact same as any other human out theres. He just feels a tingle whenever a bubbly belch comes out of his mouth. No matter where he is, no matter what causes it, no matter how much it happens- if heās burping, heās feeling that pleasure.
Buuurrp, uuurrrp, ur-ur-ur-ur-uuurrraaap, he burps some more and squeezes his crotch, making him burp again. Each squeeze brings out a wet belch, and soon both hands are fondling his dick like itās something to be explored.
He likes touching himself too. Burping is fucking great, but touching himself comes at a very close second. Seeing his cock in his hands as they move or simply the bulge in his pants as his fingers move up and down the shaft makes him wriggle in joy.
Heās done it in many places. Heās done it in the bedroom, heās done it in the bathroom, in the kitchen, even in public. Heās done it in restaurants, in libraries, in the car, in the park- heās private with it, of course. If heās too close to people, it kills the mood. So long as heās somewhere people have been, heāll go to town.
Heās burped in those places too.
Burping in the car feels so good. Urp, urp, urp urp all while people drive past and donāt hear a thing. Urp, urp, urp, urp, urp all the way home, wheels hitting gravel on the road and making things vibrate.
Fuuuuck. Fuuuck meeeee. Fuuu-u-u-uuuuckā¦
Things get close when he starts burp talking. Heās cummed from it alone before. Boner up, stomach rumbling with air and belches spelling out I love burping, I love buurrrpiiing, ooouurrrp over and over until his pants got sticky. He kept burping afterward.
Heās close now. His vision is clouding, his cheeks are rosy and sweaty, his desperate hips are jolting in his hands, uuuurrrraaap, aaaa-aaarrrroop, Iām gonna cuuuum, Iiiuurrrp, Iām gonna-
He whimpers and moans and burps and belches, and he feels his pants warm up with jizz. When heās done, he slumps onto his bed, burping some more. They even feel good after an orgasm. He thinks about changing his pants, which heāll definitely do, but he wants to burp a little bit first. Just a little bit. It feels good to burp. Really fucking good.
i love this blog smmmjenjarakern i rlly like the idea of someone getting off on burping and stuffing themselves to the brim in private,, allowing themselves to be as shameless and slobby and gross about it as they want and then being all embarrassed and hesitant with a partner,, needing some praise and coaxing to really let loose and be as open about it as they are in private asheahwwkbrhebh
bonus points if they're usually prissy and well put together in public and being a total slob when theyre alone,, being lowk humiliated to have someone see them in such an unfiltered, gluttonous state but trusting them enough to show them anyway hhgnnrnnenrsgtnd
See generally Iām pretty averse to slob because of sensory issues and (suspected but not diagnosed just wanna make that clear) OCD, but if itās like, subtle slob? Like a few crumbs here and there, lazily laying on the couch, burping- I donāt mind that! And in situations like this? I think it can be pretty cute ā¤ļø
I like to imagine this person is quite gentlemanly/lady like when out and about, everyone knows them as this really nice person whoāll make polite conversation and help you and you need it, but theyāre also really careful with their manners. Then maybe one day their friend or partner comes over for a visit but they donāt make themselves too known beforehand (imagine theyāve been visiting so often itās casual for them to just enter the house) so they catch the polite person not being so polite- stuffing their face or downing a ton of soda, burping and enjoying the feeling of itā¦until they see the other person and kinda implode lol
And yes, coaxing burps out of a shy person is ššš
i looove guys who are in denial about being into stuffing, grumbling about being given second helpings and having to undo their pants to give their overstuffed tummy more room. Ignoring the ache between their legs and the constant throbbing that makes them softly whine as they refuse to touch themselves to the feeling of being stuffed.
they'd be extra susceptible to teasing and goading from an enthusiastic partner who ensures they're eating their fill, praising them for finishing meals and giving them soothing tummy rubs when they get too full.
Them biting their lip and stifling relieved moans at the feeling of their soft hands working away at their taut stomach, grumpy and stubborn as they're eased into a blissed out state. Being pampered and praised and constantly full and grumbling that theyre totallyyy not into this as they cum for the nth time from a tummy rub.
also theyre in a suit btw. this is essential for the scenario i dont make the rules ^_^
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN ITāS THE DENIAL BABY
Denial about being turned on Denial about wanting to eat more. Denial about feeling like theyāre about to orgasm from having their stomach rubbed. aaaaaaa
Yo what if this happens right after a fancy party that featured a lot of heavy food, so when these two get home the grumpy person can say that theyāre just regular horny and wanna fuck the tension out, but their partner knows what theyāre really horny about and says yes to the sex, but only if they get to rub the grumpy personās belly as well. Though theyāre stubborn the grumpy person says yes and it ends up feeling so good that they barely need any sex at all ā¤ļø
what about a woman in the car scenario having a burping kink loving masturbating to their burps what if she keeps a pillow in the car to hump on š³š³ bonus if she goes in the backseat and humps on the pillow to her burps that wayā¦ even more bonus if she humps in the front seat accidentally honking the horn possibly bringing attention to herself š«£
Iām telling you I felt something in my gut reading this holy shit
She starts by rubbing her legs togetherā¦subtly swallowing gulps of air until her stomach is rumbling, then pushing out some deep, rich burpsā¦looking left and right to make sure no one is watching but secretly wishing they wereā¦going to the back seat and grabbing the pillow, making sure to burp while outside the car in case someone wants to hearā¦getting back in the front seat with the pillow between her legs, swallowing more air and getting wetter at every gp, gp, gp her throat makesā¦her hips gently yet needily rutting against the pillow as she lets out a big buuuuurrrraaapā¦she keeps going, each thrust forcing out a burp like sheās being rinsed of belchesā¦her eyes close, fantasies and visions of people catching her and watching her fill her mind, multiple people stopping their cars to watch her burp and belch and fuck the pillow- sheād gladly perform for them. Sheād burp in their face, burp their name, burp with them, god what she would give to have someone to burp with-
Before she can climax, she hears a loud honk over an equally loud belch. When she looks down, she notices the pillow positioned directly over the car horn, and feels her face grow even redder than it already was. She wonders if sheās been honking it for even longer and just didnāt know because of the beachingā¦and that thought makes her let out a big, wet oooOOOOAAAARRRP
one whoās supperrr gassssy belching all the time around the apartment big belches too
one who acts like they donāt like the other roommates belches but secretly they watch their roommates livestreams of them belching at night in the other room. getting off.
they can hear their roommates muffled belches from the other room in their headphones
Imagine the gassy one has suspicions but doesnāt know for sure, so they start doing things specifically to tease their roommate in the livestream, like saying specific phrases that they know turns them on, subtly listening in on the other room to see if itās working
Also i love the idea of someone being naturally super gassy and deciding to use that as an opportunity to do kink livestreams, like. Thatās such a dream lol
This is probably tmi but a couple weeks ago I was drinking a can of cold sparkling water while driving home from work and I suddenly let out what might have been the best, most satisfying belch I've ever burped. Which is cool in and of itself, but the tmi part is that it felt like I orgasmed a bit from it and when I got home and started to undress to go shower, sure enough... yeah. I 100% did nut just from a single burp.
i love the idea of a princess being cursed with outrageous gas she canāt hold back itās hard for her to go out in public because of it,, her parents are shamed because itās not lady like maybe hiding her away in the castle nobody sees the princess. (her belches so loud in the castle vibrating the castle walls)
they get her the servant to help maintain her belches āwe want you to tend to the princess obnoxious belching due to her curse.ā
the servant rubbing them out of her by her back or belly, helping her with dinner or even putting her corsets on her hearing the belches from the princess everyday.
the servant woman or man definitely in love with the princess having to hide their arousal for the princess belches, sometimes they sneak off to get off, maybe while theyāre getting off they can still hear the princess belches against the walls.
the curse making the princess have monster belches making her sometimes need to hold on the bed frame or onto her servant. ļæ¼
sometimes the servant has to burp the princess like a baby, hearing the princess let out belches and moans as the servant pats her back āpat harder.ā the princess moans. āpat lower the gas is stuck there.ā (of course the servant face is red)
Damn dude š Hyper belches arenāt generally my thing unless itās SUPER specific but I gotta be honest itās a nice thought when itās applied to more polite or regal characters. Kinda brings me back to watching certain cartoons and being weirdly captivated by the pretty girl characters letting out huge raunchy belches
Iām also wondering,,,what if there was a way to ease the curse,,,by sharing it with someone š someone who knows about the curse and is used to itās effects on things š someone whoād be willing to help out the person they love even if it means embarrassing themselves š
i always loved burpy princesses who have to hide their belches and maybe have a servant that was trained to help her with her belches like pat her back or rub her belly after dinner.
I could go down the sexy route or the funny route with this,,,
Sexy route is that the servant is 100% into the burping so theyāre more than happy to help the princess, but they have to hide how aroused the whole process makes them. The princess knows, however, and so she teases the servant by making her burps as obvious as possible only around them. She keeps batting flirty eyelashes and sitting coyly all the while letting out these cavernous belches and commenting on how good they make her feel
On the other hand, imagine the both of them are into it but are both too shy to be honest with each other, even though they already know. The princess letting out multiple little burps in a row and fighting hard to hold back a moan, and the servant gently easing them out of her and telling her sheās ādoing a good jobā. If theyāre sitting close to each other during this process, maybe their legs get the best of them and they start rubbing in other places tooā¦
The funny route would be that the servant isnāt into it at all and only does it because the princess demands it. Just imagine the princess and the servant alone together and the servant begrudgingly rubbing and patting the princessā back while she lets out monstrous belch after monstrous belch, possibly getting spittle over the servant whoās currently thinking they donāt get paid enough for this
Imagine someone going to the local library for some light reading, but also because theyāre horny and want to burp publicly. When they get there, they find something to read and a quiet nook so theyāre not surrounded by too many people. Once they sit down, they start gulping down some air and subtly letting out burps into their fist. The book manages to cover up any Arousal that might be obvious to passers by.
Suddenly, the person notices another customer in the same nook, looking for a book themselves. They try to hold back the burps but one slips out. They manage to cover it up with their fist all the same but now someoneās heard them, and thatās embarrassing. They laugh but try to brush it aside, before noticing that the other person appears to be swallowing too. It clicks as soon as they also let out a burp behind their fist, and that plus the arousal from their own burping causes the first person to excuse themselves to the bathroom.
Once inside, they canāt hold it anymore and start openly burping, sliding a hand down their pants and going to town. Burp after burp, deep and guttural from being withheld for so long, hand rubbing as fast as possible, until they finally climax and calm down. Now that thatās sorted, they can go back to finishing the book for real.
But when they get back, they notice that itās not just the book. The other person has left, and in their place, a piece of paper with a number on it.
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