#implied stuffing

[goodragoop]

Making some crazy ooze

[hooter-n-company]

Sharing this extremely old doodle for the Valentine's Day Tumblr crowd. Just two big goobers being cute.

Note: This is older artwork, so the designs are out of date.

[danafeelingsick]

i've been promising K.aeya tummy for you guys for too long, so here is. enjoying himself a little too much there. tbh i've been fixating on him, even though i haven't played g.enshin lately.

just a messy sketch for now since i haven't posted anything in a while ✌️ (hi, haha) i do plan on finishing this, and doing an emeto version, so maybe stay tuned for that? i'll probably give him pants though

btw, my comms are open :)

[ioqplldbdbllqpoi]

Quick sketches from just earlier. I may go back to the last one.

[sindumpster]

Flat color commission of @sirmatt14’s OC Steven after a rough night of boozing…and perhaps some other things too :V

[twistedtummies2]

Showoff (LeonaXReader)

This is a quick little "mini-story" I whipped up the other day on a whim. It's kinky, silly, weird, and relatively short. It features My Sworn King, Leona, and is written from the POV of the Prefect as his S/O, like most of my stories featuring him.

WARNING: CONTAINS RUMP-RELATED SHENANIGANS, IMPLIED VORE AND STUFFING, BELCHING, SODA CHUGGING, AND GENERAL INSANITY. DON'T LIKE? NOT 18+? DON'T READ.

'Nuff said. Hope y'all enjoy!

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“GWWWWUUUUUYYYYUUUUURRRRRRLLLLLLLP! Ahhh…felt good comin’ up…” You blushed bright red, but couldn’t help but fan your face and crinkle your nose at the sour-sweet smell that now hung in the air. “Yeesh…you oughta warn people when you let one of those out. Seriously, your gut should come with a warning label…” Your boyfriend just smirked lazily…to be fair, “lazily” described so much of him in general. From the way his lips curled in a sultry, superior fashion, to the smoldering look in his half-lidded, glowing green eyes, to the way his tail swished behind him, and even to the way he leaned back against the wall as the two of you watched the sunset from a spot near the training field of Savanaclaw Dorm. Everything about Leona Kingscholar seemed lazy, at ease, and thoroughly in control, almost no matter what he did. It was part of what made him so gorgeous. “Heh…don’t act like you don’t love it,” he teased, winking his scarred eye in your direction. “Kinky li’l Herbivore. I can see those nostrils flarin’.” You quickly covered your nose and mouth with your hands, which just made Leona snort and roll his eyes. “Tch. You act like such a cub sometimes,” he muttered, and swished the fizzing soda pop in a can he held with a slight turn of his gloved wrist. He then lifted the can up to his face and began to drink from it. You could hear the sound of him gulping it down, mouthful by mouthful…see the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed in his beautiful neck as he swilled it along through his esophagus, sending the bubbling, sugary concoction down into his stomach. Almost unconsciously, your eyes wandered to peer at his belly…part of his waist and hip exposed by the odd angle of his loose-fitting mustard-hued shirt and the fit of his pants. You fancied you could even hear the way the soda foamed and sloshed as it was swirled about in that stomach…your mind immediately conjuring images of yourself being spun about, squelched between the gut walls…his little mouse…his little snack… You tried to shake such thoughts away, but Leona just smirked wider as he noticed the way you stared before quickly peeling your gaze away. Silently, wordlessly, he pinched the edge of his shirt…and lifted it up, exposing his ribbed abdomen. He ran his fingers along his six pack, purring serenely…waiting till you turned and ogled him once again. “I brought you out here to see the sunset,” he said, in a soft, sly way. “But I think you find this…” He patted his belly. “...Much more interesting. Heh. I’m kinda flattered…” You blushed. It took you a moment to respond, as you nervously fidgeted your fingers around your own can of soda. “Y-Yeah, well…if you weren’t such a showoff, it would be easier to focus on the horizon.”

Leona just smiled wider. The tips of his sharp, white teeth now flickered in the fading daylight. He chuckled and finished off his soda, then belched again and scratched his stomach. “BLLLLUUUURRRRRLLLLLGP…phew…damn, that was a deep one,” he mumbled, wiping his jowls on the back of one tattooed arm. “I could actually feel it bubbling in my gut…” You bit your lip, blushing even more. You glanced between the lion and the soda you, yourself, carried. You had almost a full can left.

You weren’t sure why…but suddenly, impulsively, you threw your head back…and - GLUG, GLUG, GLUG - began to chug down your drink. Your brow knitted and you groaned slightly between gollops as you swallowed it as fast as you could. You could actually feel the gases building inside your own belly, which let out an almost rebellious bellow, not used to you feeding it so much carbonation so quickly. Leona’s eyes widened slightly, and his smile fell, as he watched you with some interest. Then, he nearly jolted as you pulled away the can from your lips…gasped…and then… “BWWWAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUP!” You panted as the unusually gigantic belch left your body. You were VERY red in the face as you gave Leona a weak but defiant sort of smile. He simply looked at you with absolute amazement, clearly stunned. “Well?” you checked, as you finally caught your breath, a little flicker of anxiety in your eyes. “How was that, Mr. Gas Giant, huh?” Leona blinked three times…then his expression cooled. An amused, affectionate sort of look came to his face, and he chuckled aloud, the sound clucking in his throat. “Gotta admit, Herbivore, that was impressive,” he said, honestly, and offered a slow clap. “I’ll make a real animal outta you yet, if yer gonna start lettin’ roars like that rip.” You couldn’t help but feel a sort of crude, infantile pride at his praise, and held your head high as you puffed out your chest and crushed the now empty soda can in one hand. In typical expectation, the center of the can was now pressed flat, while the top and the bottom retained their cylindrical rotundity, giving it a sort of hourglass shape. Your smile soon fell, however, when - after doing so - Leona looked at the can in your hand and smirked wider, a slightly devious expression upon his sharp, tanned face. He pointed to the crushed soda container in your grip. “That the best you got?” he asked. You looked at the can, then back up at him…and frowned. “Why?” was all you asked, slowly and cautiously. Leona just snorted softly through his nose - like a lion chuffing at their mate’s affections - and rolled his eyes before positioning his own empty can between his two hands. At first, it seemed he was about to flatten it between his palms like a pile-driver… …Then, he paused, and a lightbulb seemed to go off over his head. His rope-like tail switched upwards and curved into a question mark shape…and he laughed softly, almost ominously. Not sure what he was up to, all you could do was watch…and your eyes widened as he moved himself around, teasingly bending over a bit…his plush, plump, fat bottom now plainly visible. He petted one of his soft, thick cheeks with one hand through the fabric of his denim jeans…then his voice slithered into your ears… “We still alone?” he whispered, in a dulcet way. You gulped nervously, glanced about carefully, then nodded to indicate you were. “Good,” Leona winked…and then cautiously moved the hem of his pants down, underwear and all. Now, his wobbling cheeks overflowed past his trousers, mooning you as day changed to twilight.

You felt the breath hitch in your chest…and your heart seemed to skip a beat as Leona calmly, almost casually, pressed his own empty soda can riiiiight between his cheeks, nestling it into the musky canyon of his gluteus maximus. He then closed his eyes, as if focusing…and… KRRRRNNNNCH! With a growl, a grunt, and a FLEX of those fat ass cheeks…the can was flattened like pancake, till it was practically no thicker than a piece of aluminum foil. Leona sighed, and pulled the flattened can free, before flipping the seat of his pants back into place and smirking wider than ever as he faced you, the ex-soda-container dangling between two fingers as he playfully wiggled it around. “Can’t top that, can you?” he taunted. All you could do was squeak in response. Leona laughed louder, grinning from ear to ear…then reached out and cupped your cheek as he leaned towards you. His hot breath steamed over your face as he spoke in a seductive, smoky sort of way. “I think you’ve got much, MUCH more important things to look at than the sunset, Herbivore. I’ll give you a REAL close look in my room, if you like.” You were trembling. “...And…in r-return?” you peeped, knowing he never did favors for free. Leona licked his lips in response. “Mmmm...maybe you can give me something more FILLING than soda. I need something with more…” He gave your cheeks a slight squeeze and visibly began to drool. “...Meat. If you’re very good, I might even not eat YOU, on top of it all. Deal?” Oh, you could NOT pass up a chance like that, and the way your smile went loopy and lopsided indicated that before you even offered verbal agreement. “Good pet,” Leona cooed, smugly, and led you away towards his personal room. “C’mon, Herbivore…you’ve got some food to prepare…and I’ve got a cushion to sit on while I eat it…” You were amazed you were able to keep walking after that, your legs felt so wobbly. Leona laughed louder than ever at the frankly goofy look on your face. “Jeeze, you’re a weirdo,” he taunted. “You’re lucky I like you, and I hope you know that.” You blinked twice…then, your goofy expression changed…and you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Leona froze stiff. He stared at you. His smile evaporated in an instant. You smiled back, sincerely, but also somewhat sneakily. “The feeling is mutual,” was all you said. Leona blinked…then he growled, grouchily, and scoffed, rolling his eyes and ruffling your hair untidily. “Don’t gotta be a sap about it,” he grumbled. All you could do was giggle and grin. You’d noticed how HE was the one blushing this time. “And that’s a win for the home team,” you whispered to yourself. “What’s that?” “Nothing, Leona. Nothing at all.”

[justifiedthoughts]

Gentle, Genti

Ao3 Link

Just a sweet and sappy piece of Argenti rubbing Boothill's belly. Kink Fic; Don't Like, don't read

Here’s to the usual disclaimers -  > I do not play HSR. > I do not watch playthroughs of HSR. > I do not usually look at the HSR wiki. + A fair amount of handwaving cybernetic vs. organic functionality.

Yeahhhhhh this took me a while to write, and I'm mildly disappointed in myself for being unable to get it to at least 1k words, BUT it was very enjoyable to write, so worth it to be honest.

@nai-z4ro-0ne hey so you inspired me to start writing this a while ago. Feel like you'd like to know.

Fic below the read line, in case if one doesn't wish to access Ao3.

“Gentle, gentle, darlin’,” Boothill huffs from his position lying before Argenti, his tummy groaning and creaking beneath the knight’s palm. Although he can’t truly feel how stuffed full he is, the frequency of his sensors going off is enough to give him a passable impression of how it should feel. 

It’s in that distant sort of way where they can’t precisely replicate the feelings pressed by entirely organic nerves, but still give enough of a ‘feeling’ for him to perceive with his past experience and memories.

He shuts his eyes at a particularly harsh, scraping groan, absentmindedly moving one hand to rest against his rounded middle. Compared to its usual state, the term definitely applies — even if it, compared to wholly organic bodies, is not very different from a typical belly’s size. Cybernetics and the lesser need for internal organs, he supposes. Not that he’s an expert on that stuff.

“Of course, my dear cowboy.” Boothill feels Argenti’s hand press against his for a couple of seconds before the other moves back to rubbing the doubtlessly cold metal of his abdomen. He can tell that edges occasionally catch along seam lines, in minuscule tugs that thankfully don’t upset the presently iffy balance of his internals.

He reopens his eyes when a warmth is pressed against his forehead — Argenti’s lips, he finds. Tilting his head up slightly, he uses his previously free hand to catch a wisp of the other’s silken soft hair. Though, he doesn’t do anything more than hold it, as his eyes are caught and held by a pale green that reminds him of nobles’ fancy jewelry pieces, that is the color of the knight’s very own pair of eyes.

Well, caught until a slight increase in pressure around what should be his navel has the plates creaking tightly mere seconds before a short, quiet burp takes him by surprise.

“‘Genti, that’s not really, hah, gentle-” He chuckles marginally, slipping into a sort of breathless, exasperated huff when Argenti silences him with another actually gentle kiss, this time right upon his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, beloved,” Argenti murmurs the moment he pulls away, clearly unable to keep his own lips shut on the matter for very long. At first, Boothill had ardently denied words like those — he’s one of the furthest things from ‘beautiful’, after all — but, well, it’s a bit difficult to keep denying something that’s said with such pure honesty multiple times each day. Doesn’t mean he completely believes it, of course — just that he doesn’t entirely disbelieve it anymore.

He willingly shifts his head into the knight’s palm when it comes wandering near his face, softly exhaling at the overall pleasant sensation of both the feeling and warmth of skin-on-skin contact. Just about the only area he can truly feel contact-based warmth from anymore, yet he will likely always publicly deny how much he craves its continuation. Privately, though, he’d prefer to refuse to let go for as long as possible.

“And you’re a tease.”

Generally compliant as he is now, Boothill doesn’t resist at all when Argenti interlaces the fingers of their parallel hands together. He just merely sighs and readjusts, pulling a leg closer to his torso with but a soft groan as the culmination of movement reminds him of his internals’ current state. “Don’ know why I thought letting you do that would feel any fudging different than previous times.”

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Argenti inquires softly, a tinge of worry furrowing its way into his facial expression as the pads of his interlaced fingers dance along Boothill’s knuckles.

“Never really — it’s just… a bit uncomfortable, I’d say.”

“Well that’s little good, now,” Argenti’s worried expression only eases a bit with the other’s response, and he pulls his interlaced hand away to once again gently rub at Boothill’s belly.

Boothill himself releases the strands of Argenti’s hair that he had caught before, just to drop his hand carefully upon the crest of his tummy with a light exhale. It really isn’t anything more than an uncomfortable feeling, and besides that he has been slowly getting used to the sensation of being… fuller than he usually is, on the occasion that Argenti requests for a little indulgence, as the Knight likes to call the moments.

“Beautiful,” Argenti murmurs again, with reverence that it sometimes feels like is exclusively for his goddess and Boothill himself, and the galaxy ranger shudders through his systems as he distantly feels the other press his fingers gently against his full belly once more in some semblance of a soothing motion.

Rather than pay attention to what he can feel with his eyes as well, Boothill presses his face as close as is physically possible for him to the hand of Argenti’s that is still cupping one portion of his head.

Though it would burn him to admit it to possibly anyone else, he mumbles something along the lines of “Don’t stop” into Argenti’s palm.

“I won’t, my dearest.”

[littledisgustingart]

Refilling his health points after a battle <3