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This is a commission I got from @fungusfangs that followed up her "writhing tummy troubles" sketch sequence she did of a Dabi who literally couldn't stop burping that lived rent-free in my head for sooooo long >//////////<; you guys have no idea how much I love every single bit of this commission~it's my new favorite commission from her of all time and I can't thank her enough for taking it on and making it the best bit of gassy Dabi content I've ever seen X3
I cannot put into enough words how much I loooooooove this wonderful commission I got from @fungusfangs. It is absolutely incredible and just hits every one of my buttons <3
From seeing Hawks and Dabs both stuffed fat and burpy to the way Dabi pulls his pants down just to give that plump tummy some breathing room. And I didn't even mention how unbelievably hot seeing characters burp-talk profanity was for me but fangs put that in anyway and made me love this piece even more than I already did >/////////<;
Thank you sooooooo so much for this lovely commission~
A Skeptical Birthday
Yesterday was @fungusfangs birthday~and while I wanted to have this ready by then it became a little too long to finish on time but I finished it all the same X3
Make sure you all wish her a very happy birthday cuz she's awesome and so is the wonderful art that often inspires my kink fics and drive <3
Since we've been talking about Skep and Geten a lot lately I decided to make a platonic kink fic with these bois for the occasion~
“Unnngh...I can already feel the sugar crash,” Skeptic groaned out. He slumped back and gently patted his tummy. It was pushing out subtly but noticeably underneath his turtleneck.
Skeptic put a fist against his mouth and half-stifled a deep burp behind his clenched teeth. He subtly blew the gas off from the corner of his mouth and huffed.
“Unf...I still don't know why I let you talk me into eating so much goddamn cake...”
The response he got from next to him on the couch was a much bigger burp that made him wince slightly from the volume. He turned and saw Geten groaning and rubbing his bulging belly up and down to settle the noisily churning organ. The young ice-controlling teenager was out of his jacket and boots, instead sitting barefoot in his faint blue t-shirt and trousers. There were smears of frosting over his mouth and some residual frosting on his fingers.
“...Oooohhh my belly...” groaned Geten in a much groggier way than Skeptic. Whereas Skeptic's bloat was subtle~Geten's was prominent enough to push his trousers down a little and expose more of his hips and lower tummy. Between the two Geten definitely ate a good amount more than Skeptic and was paying the price for it.
Geten's shirt was even lifted up so the boy could really rub into his bare belly.
“...I didn't know it would be that heavy...”
“...Have you never~urfff~b-baked a cake before?” Skeptic groaned out then brought a fist up and huffed into it breathlessly.
Geten hiccuped and covered his mouth with a groan then shook his head. “F-First time,” he mumbled. “I watched a how-to video on youtube...didn't pay attention to proportion size though...” He hiccuped again which quickly devolved into a thick burp on the tail-end of it.
“Of course. Who needs to focus on such mundane details as whether or not you want your dessert to give you diabetes or not,” Skeptic muttered.
Geten turned to Skeptic and eyed his belly with a confused albeit groggy brow raised. “You've eaten way more than that before...”
Skeptic lifted up his own shirt to expose his tight curved out tummy. He poked the upper part of his stomach. It was taut to the touch.
“I've overindulged from time to time but with food. It's different with sweets. All that sugar doesn't sit right with anyone,” Skeptic said. And as making his point for him Skeptic's tummy gave a noisy gurgle that made Skeptic cringe and cover his mouth. For a brief moment he thought he was going to be sick. But when that feeling passed Skeptic instead gave a thick closed mouth burp that rumbled deeply in his mouth for a few seconds. “Unngh...”
His body felt a little shaky from all that sugar but more than that Skeptic just felt really drained. The crashes from sugar rushes like that tended to give him a fairly bad headache but fortunately his head wasn't throbbing nearly as much as it usually did.
"...You're not gonna be sick are you?" Geten asked sounding a little concerned. In fact there almost sounded like a tinge of guilt in his voice.
Skeptic huffed while his tummy gave an unpleasant burble. He sat up and hunched forward a little while the contents of his belly sloshed a little thickly inside of him. He half-muffed a burp behind his clenched teeth. A moment later he brought a fist against his lips and gave a really big closed mouth burp that puffed his cheeks while the gas rumbled heavily inside of his mouth and left him huffing off to the side.
It was hard to tell if all that sugar really was making Skeptic sick. He definitely looked a little nauseous which despite how much worse geten seemed to feel made the boy look on nervously for some reason.
But then Skeptic clutched at his thighs opened his mouth and burped so hard that Geten could feel it in the couch.
Skeptic sighed heavily and lazily slumped back onto the couch in a relieved daze.
"...God I needed that," Skeptic moaned while running his hand through his perfect albeit excessively long bangs.
"So you're not gonna be sick?" Geten asked a little hopefully.
Skeptic just wearily nodded which made geten immediately sigh in relief for some reason. But why would he care...?
Despite the heavy feeling and crash he too was experiencing, Geten pushed himself up from the couch. Skeptic could actually hear the digesting cake in Geten's tummy slosh around rather noisily when he got up. This caused a really meaty burp to erupt out of Geten which he didn't even try to hold back. He patted his belly and burped again. This time a fair deal longer which left him sighing in relief and rubbing his tummy up and down in satisfaction.
“Where're you going?” Skeptic asked in confusion.
Geten smacked his lips and approached the communal fridge. He pulled out a carton of nice cold milk and a tall cup.
“...You're shitting me,” Skeptic muttered dryly.
Geten shrugged. “...Can't have cake without milk...it just feels weird.” He poured himself a tall glass of milk then held it up to Skeptic. “Thought you might like some too?”
Skeptic's brow raised behind his perfectly conditioned bangs. He really wasn't looking to add anything else to his already heavy-feeling tummy. But a cool glass of milk didn't sound bad after downing almost half an entire cake by himself. Plus after that massive burp that Skeptic let out his stomach was definitely feeling a lot sour and groggy than it had been.
So he just grunted in acknowledgement.
Geten returned and handed off the glass he poured to the older villain while he sat down with the carton itself. Rather than pour himself a cup he just drank straight from the carton.
Only drank was too charitable a word~Geten chugged that thing down.
Skeptic watched on not even a little surprised while the youngest MLA member slugged that creamy vitamin-filled beverage down so heartily that his throat throbbed in and out with each rather wet and audible gulp he gave.
How the kid could keep filling his belly up when it was already so full Skeptic just assumed was due to his rather wild nature. After all, the boy was chugging so hard that milk was dribbling down his chin and spilling onto his shirt. He just didn't seem to care much at all. Not even while his belly continued to swell little by little.
“...Cheers,” Skeptic said sarcastically and drank from his own glass. He had to admit~it definitely felt good having something nice and cool flowing down his throat and pooling in his tummy after all that cake. It was quite refreshing. Though the way Skeptic's belly gurgled suggested it was definitely sitting a little heavy.
Skeptic downed his glass at a faster rate than he would have liked but milk wasn't something he was keen to nurse. So he downed his glass in one go. Skeptic set the empty glass onto the coffee table in front of the couch then gave a wet burp~he was far too full to bother holding them in at this point.
Geten meanwhile downed a good portion of the carton in one go and panted like a wild animal when he pulled the carton aside. Milk was dribbling out from his fangs and onto his shirt and even bigger tummy while he caught his breath.
Silently Skeptic counted down to himself and just as he predicted~soon as he silently counted down to 'one' a huge raunchy burp bellowed aggressively out of Geten's mouth. He clutched his engorged tummy firmly in his hands and forced as much gas out from his belly all at once as he could manage~stretching his eructation on in the process.
“...Its like I have a psychic quirk,” droned Skeptic sarcastically while he rang out his ear with his long index finger.
Geten gasped heartily and breathed heavily for a few seconds until he palmed the side of his jiggling belly and knocked loose a thick after burp. “Unf...ohhh...”
“Filling your stomach up with milk after downing over half an entire cake turned out to be a stupid idea? I'm stunned,” Skeptic muttered. Then he winced in discomfort while his own tummy churned in a sickly kind of bubbly way. Skeptic raised his shirt again and gently rubbed his belly up and down. It definitely felt a little heavier simply due to how all that digesting cake reacted to the milk.
In contrast Geten's much larger tummy was churning up a storm that left him writhing in discomfort. But Skeptic could only scoff.
“Y'know I'll admit that I don't exactly have the best self control. Being around that half-charred man-whore might be rubbing off on me...” Skeptic remarked and groaned miserably to himself not because of the ache in his belly but because his mind caught the accidental innuendo of his sentence. “...Still why did you decide to start baking all of the sudden? You've never shown any interest in cooking. Just stuffing your bratty lil face. So what gives?”
Geten shifted around a bit and looked away almost shyly.
“...W-Well...” he started to say but cut himself off with an incredibly beefy closed mouth burp that ballooned his cheeks out. And was very quickly followed with a lower longer closed mouth burp. “Unf...m'gassy...”
“In other news~the sky is blue and Dabi is king of the sluts...so anyway. What's the deal, kid? Why are you going Snowcone Bakery on me?”
Geten huffed the gas off to the side while gently stroking his tummy. Still he kept his eye contact away from Skeptic.
“...I noticed we didn't do anything for your birthday this year...”
“Of course not. You don't even know when my birthday is. That's kinda the point,” Skeptic replied as if that was painfully obvious. “We're not exactly running a summer camp anyway.”
“...I know but...I just...I thought it might be nice. You've been working extra hard with everything going on so...y-y'know...”
Skeptic blinked under his bangs with surprise.
He and Geten didn't exactly get along. In fact Skeptic didn't really get along with most of the MLA~something Slide-n-Go could attest to more painfully than anyone.
But despite that Geten actually took the time to learn how to make a cake for the occasion. Not a great cake but good enough that Skeptic overindulged on the stuff enough to have a pretty bad tummyache. And Skeptic couldn't help feeling a little touched.
“...Maybe go for smaller proportions next time. If it's just us then don't let our shit tier self control get the better of us,” Skeptic insisted.
Geten looked back at Skeptic and seemed to pick up on what Skeptic was actually saying~he wouldn't mind if they did this kind of thing again.
“...Oh...o-okay,” Geten said with a soft little smile on his face. That was as close to a 'thank you' as he was going to get but he'd take it.
“Also wipe your face you're a mess,” Skeptic insisted while gingerly running his hand up and down his aggressively gurgling tummy.
“S-Sorry,” Geten muttered and wiped his face clean with a nearby napkin.
“Stomach feeling any better at least?” Skeptic asked.
A painful sounding gurgle erupted from Geten's hefty looking tummy all but answering Skeptic's question for him. Geten held his bubbling tummy firmly in one hand and gave another strong forceful burp that caused some drool to fly from his fangs. And it was immediately followed with another thicker burp that left him panting again.
“...Ungh...m'sorry...I'm being gross aren't I...” he muttered a little shamefully.
“Yes you are,” Skeptic replied dismissively.
But to Geten's surprise the villain hit his chest and let out a long throaty burp of his own. An impressive one at that. Even Skeptic was left a little surprised and relieved getting that one out~even patting his belly with satisfaction after.
Geten gave a small chuckle. “...H-Heh...nice one...”
"Nothing compared to the one I let out earlier," Skeptic said casually.
"Yeah but this was one was on command. That's even more impressive," Geten replied. Then his small smile turned a little competitive. “...I can still do a way louder one though...”
“And I'm sure you will. C'mere,” Skeptic replied equally dismissively.
Geten was confused but nonetheless scooted a little closer.
Then his face turned strawberry red when Skeptic placed his long delicate fingers over Geten's curved out belly and started to rub it.
“...W-What are you doing...?!”
“You took the time to make me a cake. Only fair I help ease your stomachache a lil bit,” Skeptic insisted and rolled his eyes with an annoyed grunt. “...I'm kinda getting used to this thanks to that patchwork dildo-for-brains...”
Skeptic had large hands so his palm alone covered a good bit of Geten's warm, soft tummy~even in its glutted state. He very softly started to caress circles across the upper center of Geten's very bloated belly which made the boy sigh slowly and grow a little more relaxed.
“...O-Ohhhh...th-that's...that's nice...” Geten mumbled quietly.
“I know it is,” Skeptic replied matter-of-factly.
He stroked up and down that smooth churning curvature to the tighter peak of Geten's stomach and down to his delicately soft lower tummy. It was refreshing rubbing someone's tummy and not worrying about rubbing over any surgical staples truth be told. The more he rubbed the more Geten's strain seemed to lessen. It was definitely helping to relax his stomach muscles more which was no doubt causing a lot of the cramping.
Skeptic's long thin fingertips kneaded into Geten's oh-so-soft tummy pushing into the sloshy bloat and feeling it gurgle beneath him. “Jeez. At this point I can't tell if you're more full of cake or milk,” Skeptic observed given that he was able to lightly jiggle Geten's belly.
Everything inside of him sloshed heavily from the jostle which made the boy hiccup then burp deeply after.
“You know you're usually a lot more quiet than this...” Skeptic remarked while he rubbed.
“...m'sorry...can't help it,” Geten mumbled a little embarrassed due to Skeptic constantly remarking on his outbursts.
“No it's fine. Better to get it out than let it sit and make yourself sick. Last thing I want is you puking cake and milk everywhere. That would be the honest to god worst...” Skeptic muttered with quiet dignified dread.
He palmed at Geten's belly feeling around for any especially tense area. There was a more noticeably bubbly sensation just around Geten's belly button. So Skeptic placed his palm squarely on the younger boys navel and dug his fingers around that fleshy area deeply. Then he pushed down slowly but firmly so as not to apply all the pressure at once.
A thick gurgle bubbled forth from Geten's belly and slowly rose up his gullet and throat. Geten clenched his eyes shut when he felt a rush of pressure building in his chest. Then he threw his head back and let out one of the loudest burps Skeptic had ever heard from the boy. It blasted from past his lips so hard that not only did some drool fly past his fangs but Skeptic would swear he could literally feel Geten's tummy ripple just ever so slightly in the wake of that monster.
Geten practically went cross-eyed after that one. He was left huffing and puffing while his bloated but just slightly deflated tummy rose and fell with each exhausted breath he gave.
“Faaah...hhhaaaahh...ohhhh my god that was... uuuUAAAAARRRRHP!!!” Geten tried to speak but interrupted himself with a raucous after burp.
Skeptic could feel there was still some residual gas pent up even after getting such a big one out. So he continued kneading over Geten's belly causing the boy to let out a couple more impressive burps until an especially long one finally gave him the relief he was seeking.
“There. Better?” Skeptic asked.
“Still feel more...but it definitely doesn't hurt as much,” Geten replied sleepily.
“Well that's good enough so screw it. I'm sure you can work anything else out yourself,” Skeptic said while he continued to idly rub Geten's tummy. It burbled more softly than it had been moments earlier.
Geten yawned heartily and unintentionally leaned against Skeptic's torso.
“...Mmmm...so how close of a guess was it?” Geten asked in an increasingly sleepy tone.
“Huh?”
“For your birthday I mean. I figure it probably wasn't today but was I at least close?”
Skeptic smirked a little. “You can always try again and find out.” He replied and almost playfully patted geten's tummy when he said that.
The boy hiccuped from the pat and nodded. By the time he passed out from a proper food coma he was kind of snuggling against Skeptic.
Surprisingly though the older man didn't push him off or make some snide remark. He just smirked a little more softly and continued to idly rub Geten's tummy while lightly massaging his own.
Heh heh. Thanks for making my birthday suck marginally less for once, kid...
A Drunken Skeptic
This is a commission I did for one of my favorite people @fungusfangs that features Skeptic after getting drunk with Dabi. And the bitchy boi only nags him even further when it turns out alcohol and Skeptic tummy don't mix. I had soooo much fun with this one and I hope you all enjoy it too <3
Warning: contains bloating burps drunkenness hiccups indigestion nausea tummyache tummy noises tummy rubs
“Dude I knew you were a wuss but I didn't think you were thatmuch of a lightweight,” Dabi admitted with a soft hiccup that left him rubbing his chest. The way he staggered just slightly and that glossy look in his radiant blue eyes seemed to indicate that he was pretty drunk.
But Dabi's intoxication was nothing compared to what his “drinking “”buddy””” was experiencing.
“Unnnngh...hlc...I hate you so-hic-m-much...” moaned Skeptic as he laid against the frame of his bed in an uncharacteristically sloppy manner hiccuping a few times in a row. His lavish hair was spread over the mattress from the way he rested his head back against it. Those raven locks glistened with sheen from the high end shampoo and conditioners he used. And though his bangs covered his eyes, like always, his big mouth hung open with a drunken groan of misery, interrupted by another sharp hiccup that jerked his body and left him palming his flat chest.
“Is it my fault ya literally have the tolerance of a six year old?” Dabi said with a light chuckle. Even in his state he couldn't help being deeply amused at the sight. “And believe me, I've beenthat drunk six year old.”
Skeptic hiccuped again and whined loudly. “Of course you-hilp-mph...have. Hic! Unf...I didn't even want to drunk, you uncultured-wait...no...hic-oof...shit...” He winced and rubbed his chest some more with a look of discomfort until he burped lowly between his clenched teeth and huffed after, hiccuping sharply again and covering his mouth as he mumbled to himself. “...What was I...right, scratch that. I don't drink because unlike you neanderthals I don't need to be inebriated in order to have a good time...!”
“Yeah I'm sure your anime boy love pillow is...urf...thrilled,” Dabi joked but trailed off towards the end and looked mildly uncomfortable. “Oof...” he grunted then brought a fist to his mouth in time to give a thick closed mouth burp that Skeptic could hear reverberate inside of Dabi's mouth which made him cringe. Dabi put his free hand on his belly and muffled another thick burp into his fist but still looked uncomfortable.
That was at least until Dabi dropped both hands onto his stomach and let out a large full-throated burp that rattled out of him raucously and forcefully. Even with his eyes concealed behind his glorious bangs Skeptic appeared both annoyed and disgusted. Dabi on the other hand moaned with relief.
“Ohhh fuck I needed that...” Dabi groaned pleasantly and patted his belly.
“First of all, you're a disgusting pig,” Skeptic spat out before ironically stifling a deep drunken burp of his own between his teeth. He huffed and held up a finger. “Secondly, the nerve of you to make a joke like that! You realize if I wanted to have sex with something attractive I could just make a puppet, right?” Each point Skeptic brought up, he raised another finger for emphasis with his middle finger being very conveniently raised in time for his third point. “Third, fuck you. Fourth, anime boy? Really? You're in your early twenties and you still watch childish cartoons about pretty jailbait? And you have the audacity to call me a loser?? Fifth, fuck you again. And finally-”
Dabi was only half-paying attention to whatever Skeptic was saying. Though he did pay attention when the villain's drunken nagging was interrupted by an incredibly noisy burbling sound that erupted from his tummy. Skeptic froze in place and felt his cheeks grow incredibly heated when his stomach started gurgling quite intensely and unpleasantly. The grumbling sound was almost as loud as Skeptic's drunken whining.
Dabi looked down at the well-dressed even more well-groomed villain and went slightly wide-eyed. “Jeez booze really doesn't agree with ya, huh.”
Skeptic wrapped his arm around his tummy protectively then hiccuped rather loudly. He covered his mouth and blushed a little as he mumbled something drunkenly then rolled a little to his side which was still pressed up against his bed frame. Dabi couldn't quite make out what he was saying but he picked up on “your fault” and some other bit of slurred insult, no doubt about Dabi's intelligence.
It was around this time that Dabi actually glanced down at Skeptic's stomach and took note of something. Between Skeptic's near-skeletal frame and the fact that his fine black turtleneck was so tight-fitting against his lanky body, there was a visible bloat protruding from Skeptic's middle. Dabi was a little bloated too since he had consumed way more alcohol than the latter villain. But because he actually had some muscle and definition across his patchwork body, it wasn't quite as visible as it was on the much skinnier tech-villain.
He looked down and saw Skeptic cringing with discomfort when his belly gave another unpleasantly thick groan. Skeptic hiccuped sharply then drunkenly grasped at his long jaw stifling another thick hiccup that made his torso jolt and left him groaning sickly. Each hiccup jerked his lanky torso so hard it made his chest and throat hurt from the sudden sharpness constantly erupting in his chest. And all that movement was murder on Skeptic's tummy which was not made any less gurgly from the spasms constantly shaking all that miserable beer in his stomach around.
That is until Dabi settles down next to Skeptic and, to Skeptic's mortal shock and dread, Dabi proceeded to slip his hand under his turtleneck to lift it up. “Wha-you staple-faced bitch! What in the name of total-fuckery do you think you're-hic-d-doing...?!” He was so outraged and flustered at the same time he couldn't help hiccup sharply in the middle of his sputtering tirade.
He squirmed and resisted but was simply far too drunk to successfully prevent Dabi from raising his shirt up and fully exposing Skeptic's immensely pale bare tummy. Skeptic's lanky frame was contrasted quite immensely by the way his stomach curved out from the beers he'd drunk up to that point.
Poor Skeptic looked as though he was on the verge of blowing a gasket with the all too familiar and casual way Dabi slipped his hands under his turtleneck and dared to put his hands on his belly. “Y-You...! You unbelievable...!” He couldn't even finish his sentence he was so outraged! And also drunk...
“What's unbelievable? That another human being's actually touching you?” Dabi snarked in that dry and sarcastic way of his.
“Y-You're not human! Hlck! You're subhuman! Less than subhuman~!! Absolute trash! A-hic-oof! A shameless trash monster stapled together by-”
Dabi cut him off by gently running his oh-so-warm palm up Skeptic's belly. His fingers gingerly sank into Skeptic's flesh and kneaded into it. Skeptic was lanky and because he had virtually no muscle mass it meant that even when it was empty his stomach was very soft. When it was protruding with so much beer as it currently was, it was even very noticeably squishy. It wasn't bulging out nearly enough to jiggle like a full-on beer belly. But the curvature combined with Skeptic's muscle-less frame caused Dabi's palm and fingers to sink into that smooth soft flesh.
Skeptic's tummy actually felt oddly pleasant to the touch precisely because of how smooth and delicate his skin felt. Thus Dabi ran his hand up to the highest crest of Skeptic's tummy kneading into the tensest portion of flesh. Then Dabi slid his hand down to Skeptic's underbelly brushing his fingertips just around the waist of Skeptic's pants and ghosting his thumb across the trail that led from Skeptic's belly button down to his pelvis.
The sensation of Dabi so delicately rubbing his tummy froze Skeptic in place. He hated being touched by others. They were too grabby and mindless not to mention their hands were always so cold. Anytime he tried to make his puppets rub his tummy for example, it always ended up being a miserable experience for that very reason.
But Dabi was different. For as crude and careless as the young scarred villain was about anything and everything there was an uncharacteristic gentleness to his touch. He stroked Skeptic's soft belly like he'd known him for years. It was such a strangely comforting feeling and not just for how sensual and relaxing it felt. Though the latter half didn't hurt especially since, compared to his puppets, Dabi's hands felt like a heating pad being rested against his delicate tummy.
So Skeptic didn't swat Dabi's hands away from him. Instead he seemed to settle with his back against the frame of his bed and allowed Dabi to keep massaging his grumbling tummy. Dabi grinned cheekily and teasingly kneaded the middle of Skeptic's bloat an inch or two above his belly button. “Huh. Guess subhuman trash gives good belly rubs after all. Who'd 'uh thunk it...”
Skeptic snorts through his nostrils and turns his head away. “Being good at one or two things doesn't make your trashiness any less trashy,” Skeptic groggily slurred his reply out defensively. But it did nothing to mask the growing blush on his pale cheeks. If only his bangs were longer, that might have helped.
Dabi's grin widened when he leaned closer to Skeptic. “Maybe you like subhuman trash more than ya realize...” Dabi teased quietly and oh-so delicately drew circles around Skeptic's belly button.
The extra sensitive skin around his navel made Skeptic shudder without him even realizing he was doing it. When he caught himself he glared behind his bangs at Dabi. “I like trash as much as I like a kick in the head from a robot donkey. Don't get that confused you Jigsaw looking motherfucker!”
“Ain't he a Punisher villain? I thought cartoons'n comic books were childish,” Dabi said with a sly cat-like grin.
Skeptic sputtered indignantly realizing his own intoxication was leading things to slip out that should stay clamped behind his lips. He was once again working himself up enough to upset his tummy so badly that it gave another noisy, gaseous gurgle which Dabi could feel reverberating beneath his fingertips. It made Skeptic attempt to stifle a hiccup behind his closed mouth which made his chest jerk out and only caused another hiccup to follow suit. He tried to breath but a third hiccup erupted loudly out from his open mouth making him clamp his mouth shut in time for a fourth hiccup to jolt him and morph into a thick burp that rumbled wetly in his mouth.
Dabi smirked in amusement. “This is fun,” he teased. And as if to outrage the drunken hiccuping Skeptic even further Dabi rested his ear against Skeptic's bubbling tummy. Dabi listened to the thick churning that was still erupting from inside the troubled organ. Skeptic blushed profusely. He hated how much he didn't quite hate the way Dabi's spiky hair felt prickling against his tummy like that. Or how Dabi's face felt so warm like his hands.
Damn it all why did someone so insufferable have to be so oddly comforting...?
“Sounds like a lotta build up,” Dabi commented. “Y'know there's a reason I was burpin' so much a few minutes ago.”
“Yes. It's because you're a crass pig who knows less about table manners than he does about-HIC-gah...than...French literature,” Skeptic drunkenly scorned but struggled to wrap his head around a solid insulting punchline after a loud hiccup cut off his train of drunken thought.
“...Uh-huh,” Dabi said dryly as if he was agreeing completely. “But also 'cuz beer sits pretty heavy in my gut too. So when I get the air out it doesn't feel as heavy an' keep addin' pressure to my esophagus or whatever.”
“Your-hlp-point?” Skeptic asked impatiently when a small but hard hiccup cut him off.
“This,” Dabi replied a moment before pushing down on Skeptic's tummy.
A thick gurgle rose up from Skeptic's stomach and up his throat. And before he could stop himself, a thick throaty burp rumbled heavily out from his mouth and lasted nearly three seconds. Skeptic immediately clamped his mouth shut and went bug-eyed behind his bangs while his cheeks practically fumed from embarrassment and outrage. He glared at Dabi like he was trying to melt the scarred villain with his eyes alone.
“...H-How...ffffucking...dare you...?!?!” he sputtered in shock and anger.
“Good one dude,” Dabi said with a cheeky grin as he gently patted Skeptic's tummy. Then he held up a finger. “Notice anything?”
Skeptic was twitching violently like he was contemplating what in his room he could use to strangle Dabi with.
After several seconds Dabi tapped Skeptic's belly again. “Not so grumbly anymore, huh.”
Despite his outrage Skeptic paused for a moment and listened. It was true. His tummy was a lot less noisy than it had been all night. His chest also felt a lot lighter now that the pressure had been released. His angry expression softened when he realized what Dabi had just done for him essentially curing his hiccups with one embarrassingly strong eruption.
“...I still hate you,” Skeptic whined.
“Wouldn't have it any other way,” Dabi grinned honestly then resumed gingerly stroking Skeptic's tummy.
The villain seemed to settle down a lot more as Dabi rubbed away. He didn't fight the urge to groan pleasantly at the way Dabi's hand seemed to glide effortlessly across the entirety of his belly. Or the way the warmth that emitted from Dabi's hand to Skeptic's tummy seemed to radiate throughout his whole body making him feel even more relaxed. He especially didn't hate the way Dabi occasionally fondled his navel while tending to the lower center of his soft stomach.
“Say what's your name anyway?” Dabi blurted out randomly.
“...You've been here...how long now...?” Skeptic asked not nearly drunk enough to be any less dumbfounded by the question.
“Dude I barely listen to half the shit you nag out. I think you said it like once or twice around me?” Dabi asked with a shrug and drummed his fingers atop Skeptic's tummy in thought. “Was it Septic? Nah it was...somethin' stupid. Like uh...Sarcasm? No wait it was Sparticus! Nah it was...shit was it Septic? It was Septic right?”
“It's Tomoyasu, you brainless patchwork fuck,” Skeptic spat angrily...not realizing yet that he was so drunk he accidentally told Dabi his real name instead of his code name.
Dabi blinked drunkenly himself. “...Todo...yazu. Got it.”
Skeptic stared at Dabi in deadpanned silence. “...I hate you. I've mentioned that I hate you, haven't I?”
“Once or twice,” Dabi answered then resumed massaging Skeptic's tummy some more.
Skeptic settled more into Dabi's touch and huffed in a relaxed stupor. The rubbing coaxed another pressure pocket up Skeptic's throat which made a low burp leak out between his clenched teeth sounding more like a growl than a burp. He was too relaxed to even care at that point. And after a while Skeptic was fast asleep breathing heavily while Dabi continued massaging his tummy.
What happened next surprised Dabi a little though.
Perhaps subconsciously, because Skeptic was so intoxicated and because he was out like a light...he actually leaned into Dabi. The scarred villain's eyes widened a little when the classier of the two villains rested against Dabi's torso even leaning his head against Dabi's athletic chest and seeming to rumble pleasantly. For all of Skeptic's constant nagging about how much he despised the League and especially Dabi, he seemed not quite as averse to embracing the young patchwork villain when his guard was as down as it was.
Dabi didn't fight it. For as prissy and bitchy as Skeptic was Dabi actually wrapped an arm around the man and tugged him close like he was embracing him with a single arm. Skeptic's soft almost lush feeling hair felt pleasant against the portions of Dabi's cheek which still had feeling left. He couldn't help but sniff at Skeptic's hair. Whatever product he used smelled incredible.
Even with the man out cold Dabi continued to use his other hand to gently stroke Skeptic's belly in his drunken sleep. It caused Skeptic to smile as he slumbered which in turn made Dabi smirk a surprisingly gentle smirk as he continued comforting the drunken villain.
Though Dabi being who he was, his smile gentle or not, wasn't for any good reason.
The villain looked around Skeptic's bedroom and observed the cameras set up all around them. Then he chuckled softly and contently.
“...I'm totally stealin' the footage of us together'n usin' that to blackmail you later.”
Skeptic's only reply was a small hiccup he gave in his sleep. It was downright adorable. And was going to make his inevitable blackmailing even more fun when he showed hi that clip.
Sufficed to say, Dabi hoped the two of them could go drinking together again soon...
Constrictive Bloat
@fungusfangs made an unbelievably cute drawing of Tamaki full and burpy after having to take his constrictive vest off. I naturally needed very badly to write a fic based on that pic X3
Warning: contains anxiety burps hiccups indigestion tummy aches tummy rubs
Being on patrol for the night with Fatgum always required Tamaki to stay vigilant. For his quirk that meant filling up on enough varied meats that he could take advantage of all sorts of different powers for defensive and offensive purposes. Tamaki always tended to patrol on a lightly full stomach but when nothing turned up for the evening he was usually allowed to just call it a night and go home.
His previous 'refueling' however didn't fill him up as needed because all throughout his patrol Tamaki's stomach was growling like a noisy animal. The sounds his hungry tummy made drew attention from any passerby's and earned him a bit of good-natured teasing from Fatgum himself. To have everyone walking by staring because his tummy wouldn't shut up made Tamaki whimper miserably. His anxiety was through the roof and only made his stomach growl even more noisily from being in flux.
Which was precisely why when Fatgum offered to take the boy out for a late dinner when their route was done Tamaki jumped at it. This time he took full advantage of Fatgum covering dinner and gorged himself on enough food to feed a few people at once. Fatgum was genuinely impressed with the kids show of gluttony.
Unfortunately for Tamaki his anxiety clouded him to the reality of just how much he actually ate. And by the time he was done his poor tummy was stuffed to the brim. Poor Tamaki was unbearably bloated which made his purple vest sag a little and constrict heavily against his stomach. Instead of growling with hunger it was gurgling intensely from the pressure and from how overworked it was.
Fatgum took pity on his little sidekick. He hated seeing Tamaki whimpering in pain and anxiety. So one of Fatgum's agency drivers took the overstuffed boy back to his dorms and the walkup was just miserable. Though Fatgum spared the kid a long painful walk even just heading back on campus was an endeavor and a painful one at that.
Every step Tamaki could feel everything inside of his incredibly heavy belly sloshing around. But being weighed down by his vest stabilized Tamaki's tummy so when it sloshed it couldn't jiggle around like it would normally. And having all the digesting contents within his overstuffed stomach slosh in place just made the boy feel nauseous. It was like his stomach was swimming within itself.
The added weight in his stomach was made even more uncomfortable by how constrictive his vest felt against his tummy. He wanted so badly to take it off but his vest helped mask how bloated he was and for as painful as it was having his vest constrict against his stomach it was still less painful than everyone seeing Tamaki's tummy jutting out so heavily against his tight shirt.
The mere thought of people looking at his bloated middle made Tamaki whimper and nearly tear up with embarrassment when he made his way up to his dorm. So he had to endure. He tried in vein to hide his indigestion betrayed by his noisy tummy and some odd looks from his fellow classmates who were still mingling in the dorms.
Especially since all the jostling being constrained by his vest made Tamaki hiccup loudly and unexpectedly around some of his classmates. He whimpered and covered his mouth. "...S-Sorry..." he peeped quietly trembling anxiously in place.
"Dinner with Fatgum?" one of his classmates asked with a sympathetic smile.
Tamaki whimpered quietly and nodded hesitantly then tugged his hood over his face to hide his gaze from all of the other students still hanging around. They were used to his severe lack of self confidence and anxiety so they did him a kindness and offered no more commentary while he struggled to navigate his way to his room.
Almost immediately as soon as he locked the door behind him the elf-eared boy quickly undid the straps to his vest and yanked it off of his torso. Straight away Tamaki's belly jostled free bouncing heavily with a thick slosh now that the vest was gone. It stretched his spandex shirt out as far as it could be stretched with a visible outline of Tamaki's belly button made clear.
Dangling his vest with one hand Tamaki's free hand dropped down to his soft bulging stomach and Tamaki let rip a huge burp he'd been holding in all night since dinner. It left him whimpering after with discomfort. There was a pretty tight and painful cramp in his belly after getting by so long with his vest still tightly wrapped around the organ.
"Owwwww..." Tamaki whined with tears in the corners of his eyes and hiccuped again making his belly jiggle freely now that the vest was off. "...Ungh I wish this vest could stretch out more..." Another big raunchy burp ripped past Tamaki's lips after that. He sighed and gave his tummy a few pats. It was so bloated that it jiggled with each pat.
After taking off his hooded white cape Tamaki very gently eased himself down onto his couch. He tugged his spandex shirt up and let his pale poochy tummy spill out a little more freely over his white skirt. It was still cramped pretty badly after that long walk with his vest on so he tenderly rubbed his belly all over in an effort to settle his tummy down.
Tamaki groaned softly as his hands gently ran up and down his curved bloat. His skin was delicate and soft with a light tightness in a few parts of his upper stomach. The whole thing was burbling noisily from how full he was. Even alone the sounds his belly made were enough to make Tamaki whimper with embarrassment.
His rubbing circulated the air in his belly enough to coax out a thick burp. Tamaki huffed and covered his mouth with a light blush. He'd normally be embarrassed by burping out loud but right now he just needed the relief. So he kept rubbing into his sides eager to undo all the knots he could feel in his stomach muscles causing the cramps in the first place.
The stimulation his fingers gave his tummy definitely helped to ease the tension he could feel beneath his skin. Tight portions softened and the burbling grew a little noisier but looser. He firmly kneaded into the sides of his plump belly digging in firmly as Mirio had done for him on multiple occasions when the shy boy overate.
The kneading caused another rumbling burp to echo throughout Tamaki's dorm and made the boy whimper and cover his mouth. He really hoped each dormroom had enough insulation that his classmates couldn't hear that.
Especially since that wasn't all of it.
Tamaki kneaded into his stomach firmly. A few soft burps popped out of his mouth but gave him no relief. So Tamaki slapped his belly and dislodged a deep throaty burp that rumbled so hard it made his throat sting a little.
Tamaki whimpered with discomfort.
While Tamaki rubbed his burgeoning middle he could feel it bubbling aggressively in his hands. His belly felt like it was starting to tense up from the amount of gas stirring inside him. There was a big one just dying to come out. Tamaki whined to himself uncomfortably but then he did as Mirio had done for him on multiple occasions. He pressed on his belly with both hands applying the pressure needed to dislodge a big gas bubble.
It gave a thick gurgle which made Tamaki's face tighten with discomfort. But thenn Tamaki's jaws parted wide as he let rip a massive burp. It expelled from his mouth for six seconds rumbling so hard that some drool splattered out from Tamaki's cute fang filled mouth.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head after that one finally left his system. For as embarrassed as he probably should've felt for being so loud the fact is that it just felt so unbelievably good getting that burp out. Tamaki moaned softly and gingerly stroked his burbling tummy. An adorably blissful smile formed over his face while he tended to his much more relaxed stomach.
Then Tamaki received a text from Mirio.
It read as followed:
Daaaaang Maki! Was that you?? :O
Been taking lessons from Fatgum sensei? XP
Tamaki looked like he wanted to curl into a ball and cry in shame after that.
