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Enki (Fear and Hunger) belly kink HCs
This post includes: Hunger, Starvation, Disordered eating, Bellyache, Belly rubs.
Skip if not interested.
MINOR SPOILERS AHEAD
Hunger:
If he chose to spare his sister:
• Being thrown in a well to wither away is the first real encounter he has with hunger. He eats bugs and little creatures to survive, sure, but that's it. Minimal nutrients that give him minimal relief, yet they keep his stomach awake and begging for actual sustenance.
• Starvation weakens his already fragile body even more, his days in the well are cold, lonely and horrible, his only company are the bugs and the pitiful growling of his stomach, which echo through the empty well.
• He develops an unhealthy sense of superiority when it comes to eating, once he's finally out. He thinks that if he survived being stuck in a well with bugs, then a couple of skipped meals can't harm him. Thus, he will take his need to eat for granted, making him fragile and underweight. He's almost constantly empty, yet he fails to acknowledge it.
• The dungeons painfully remind him of the starvation he felt down the well, making his hunger impossible to ignore now.
If he chose to kill his sister:
• He lives comfortably in the temple, taking food for granted and only eating because he has to. Meals are tedious and far less interesting than reading and studying, often preferring to skip meals than interrupting a particularly good reading.
• The dungeons are a harsh slap to reality, the supernatural darkness that drains his energy makes him feel actual hunger for the first time ever. A primal, deep and desperate hunger, one that grips at the walls of his stomach and makes them grind horribly for a morsel of food, a hunger that leaves him empty and aching, unable to concentrate or even walk. He never thought starvation could take a toll so powerful on his fragile body.
• Regardless of his past, he's absolutely defensive when it comes to his stomach making noises. He will not vocally acknowledge his need for food until it gets too uncomfortable, and he will not complain out of pure pride.
• If his stomach growls hard enough to be impossible to ignore, and someone points it out, he will either snap in embarrassment or roll his eyes in annoyance.
• If he's alone, he will probably sigh and clutch his stomach, before trying to ignore it yet again.
• He probably gets irritated very quickly if he hears someone's stomach growling more than twice. Will probably shame them for that bodily function.
"You just cannot be silent for more than five minutes, can you? That pathetic stomach of yours is getting on my nerves."
Bellyache:
• He probably has a very delicate stomach, due to his fragile body and him not eating that much in general.
• If he eats more than he typically does, his stomach will surely hurt.
• Heavy or sugary food will cause him digestion issues, too. This man probably survives on soups and fruit.
• (CW: EMETO) Since his body is so fragile, it is expected of him to get sick easily. And he vomits even more easily. A little fever, or a cough a bit too harsh and he will puke. It's like his body wasn't made to have a healthy weight. But he's hardly shaken by throwing up, merely annoyed by it.
Bellyrubs:
• In your dreams. Like a stray cat, this man will barely let anyone talk to him, let alone touch him. He will judge you.
• However, if he got comfortable for some miraculous reasons, it would probably make him feel incredibly shy. He isn't used to affection or positive and genuine attention to his body, so he's probably very sensitive.
• You would need to be gentle with such a delicate stomach and a fragile body. Soft, slow rubs would feel rather good.
• He's arrogant enough to demand to know why you stopped.
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Hi, babes! 🩷
You can call me Doll or Poppy. I’m a fanfic writer just getting started on sharing my work! 😘
❗️This blog is STRICTLY 18+ ❗️
I also strictly write about male characters ><
Fandoms I’m in:
Genshin Impact
FFXV
Stardew Valley
Legend of Zelda
Haikyuu!!
My Hero Academia
Pokémon
Danganronpa
Fandoms I currently write fanfics for:
Genshin Impact
FFXV
Content I write:
Smut
(Unintentional) Stuffing
Sickfics
Emetophilia
Hunger
Vampirism
Lycanism
Favorite Ships
VenXiao
Kavetham
Promptis
TighCyno
Sam x Sebastian
HinaKoma
Note: I’m not the biggest fan of vore, mpreg, or weight gain but I’ll reblog it if I like the art!
I’m primarily into big bellies, lotssss of tummy sounds, and burping 😍 You will also encounter a lot of emeto!
Please check out my works and remember to be kind about it all! Everyone has preferences, and I write very largely for myself. Despite my writings typically being self-indulgent, I am very excited to meet other likeminded people! 🍬
🚨 Side note!: I am not interested in entering a relationship with anyone outside of a casual friendship. This includes romantic and feeder/feedee. I’m not into that, sorry! Please do not DM me or send asks with anything regarding those topics, thank you! <3
The latest Shigaraki skin released for MHOJ2, giving us a proper shirtless version of the lad. So, I decided to mesh mode it with his classic skin (having to beef it up) and completely texture edited his torso, face, arms and feet so they wouldn’t have all the damage.
Aaaaaand since I was doing all that, I figured I may as well stuff him like a Thanksgiving Turkey. ;)
New fic!
CW: Stuffing, accidental overstuffing, emeto, burping, belly rubs, medication, stomach sounds, whump
Summary: Kaveh starts a new medication that has a side effect of “mild” hunger. This proves to be the understatement of the century and he winds up with an awful stomach ache. Alhaitham returns home from work to find the aftermath, and takes things into his own hands.
Hope you enjoy! 😋
Kaveh has a habit of talking at Mehrak whenever Alhaitham isn't home, it's a nervous habit stemming from him not expecting to have a tummy kink. Whenever he's not holed up working he's freaking out about Alhaitham's abs or watching him eat if they share a meal together. He just rambles about how much he wants to run his hand over his toned stomach, especially after Alhaitham has already eaten and has a small curve to his belly... Meanwhile Mehrak: If I have to listen to this gay idiot talk about fondling his roommate's belly one more time I swear to god.
Heyyyyyy! I realized I haven’t shared many of my fics individually on tumblr yet! I’ll start with stuffing ones then drop some smut 🤩 Please feel free to visit my ao3 to read more. It means a lot! :)
CW: Eating challenge, hunger, tummy noises, stuffing, overstuffing, vomiting/emeto, bloated belly, belly rubs
Please make sure to mind the tags! Thank you 🩷
Thinking today about someone stuffed beyond belief in public but trying desperately not to show it and continue eating. Maybe they're at an eating contest and don't want to show weakness to their opponent, or on a date and feeling far too embarrassed to let all those signs of overeating show. They keep going with their meal, taking more and more frequent breathers in between bites, stifling down burps that try to erupt from their throat, and ignoring the pain of their strained, tight tummy as it digs further and further into their waistband.
No one shows any signs of noticing (as far as they know) until the meal is finally cleared and they have to leave. No matter what, once they rise from that table, the swell of their overworked tummy will give them away. It's evident even through their clothes, their shirt unable to cover their rounded belly any longer.
First, though, they have to be able to get up.
It's not clear to them just how much they've stuffed themselves until they try to rise and find they can't. Their packed, heavy stomach is weighing them down so much and beginning to cramp as it tries to work through all that food they've consumed. They remain in their seat, shocked and almost in awe of what they've done to themselves. They might get some concerned looks or wondering if they're okay from anyone that witnessed their failed attempt to stand - concern that they'll try to brush off as embarrassment flushes through their face.
Eventually they'll make it, standing and tugging their clothes down in vain to cover their rounded belly. They'll walk out with their back straight as possible, hands glued to their sides, all while resisting the urge to hunch over their tummy and rub it to ease some of the pain. Their way home just so happens to be through crowded streets at this time of day, too - so they have to keep this up the whole walk. They start out almost strong, but the pain in their gut only increases as it tries to digest, and the heavy feeling and bubbles of gas trying to escape don't cease.
By the time they get home, they're almost hunched over double. They make it through their front door, unbuckle their belt immediately, let out a belch they've been holding in for 5 minutes now, and collapse on the sofa to curl up and move a hand under their shirt to finally rub at their poor, overworked, bulging tummy.
This is a looooong overdue poll winner from Twixxer of a Hawks pose. Since I've been pretty into the Hawks x Dabi ship lately, I decided to get a bit indulgent, making Hawks especially bloated so Dabi can give that big, sloshy belly a good jostlin'...aaaaaand maybe work up a monstrous burp or two from the greedy bird brain. :P
New stuffing fic!
Summary: At a diplomatic banquet held by the Tsaritsa, Scaramouche decided to trick Childe into eating way more than he is capable of, the consequences of which awaken something inside both of them.
Please mind the tags on the fic page!
btw regarding godly blood I have this thought/hc that under his old master xiao was broken into only being able to subsist on dreams/his body rejecting any normal food, and when morax rescued him, as part of his recovery he fed xiao his own blood… a rich, golden, faintly metallic substance that sat heavy but somehow comfortably in xiao’s abused stomach
anyway blood-drinking as a healing and quasi religious experience + xiao whimpering from the feeling of fullness and warmth as he falls asleep with morax gently rubbing circles over his tummy
exploding at the thought of makoto having too much to drink and he gets a tummy ache and byakuya and kyoko rub his tummy im going to die
I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS FIC WITH THE WRONG REQUEST LMAO.... I didnt see the kyoko part, my apologies,,, I hope youre ok with n.aegami....
Love, Byakuya
this fic contains: intox, burps, hiccups, bloating, stuffed belly, SFW content.
ship: n.aegami
TLDR: hopes peak university's class of 2024 had their graduation and had their party at the bar! and m.akoto, caught up in the limelight, forgets his limits.
Graduation season was always a big deal. Hopes Peak University’s class of 2024 had just received their degrees and were out for a night on the town. The flickering neon lights of the bar cast a hazy glow on Makoto's drunken face. He let out a hearty laugh, clinking his glass with Leon against the counter. "Another round!" he declared, surprising even himself with the volume yet ignoring the slight wobble in his voice.
Byakuya, who had been nursing a single glass of scotch all night, sighed deeply as he sat next to the brunette. Makoto, his normally optimistic boyfriend, had a tendency to overdo things, especially at social gatherings like this. He watched him with a faint flicker of concern hidden behind his usual stoicism as Makoto downed another shot of sake, the green liquid disappearing with a dramatic gulp. He couldn't deny there was a certain… charm to a helpless, sake-addled Naegi.
"Makoto," Byakuya started, his aristocratic voice barely cutting through the bar's cacophony, "Perhaps you've had enough.”
Makoto, however, seemed lost in a world of boisterous camaraderie. "One more won't hurt," he said. Famous last words. “Besides," he hiccuped, "you're one to talk! You took that shot the second it arrived." He drunkenly motioned to Byakuya’s shot glass.
Byakuya raised an eyebrow with a look that could curdle milk. "Unlike you, Naegi, I know my limits."
Makoto ignored him, waving down the bartender for another round. By the time they finally stumbled out of the bar, the world seemed to be spinning. Streetlights blurred into streaks of yellow, and Makoto felt a strange pressure building in his stomach. They soon made it back to their apartment, Byakuya practically carrying a groaning Makoto the whole way. As soon as the door shut, Makoto lurched for the bedroom, a loud belch escaping his lips. Byakuya winced but followed him in, concern etched on his usually stoic face.
"You sound like a malfunctioning garbage disposal,” he muttered, mostly to himself, as he watched Makoto double over the bed, clutching his stomach. Each exhale came with a wet gurgle, his insides feeling like a carbonated beverage on the verge of exploding. Byakuya ran his hand across Makoto's back, a gesture that surprised him. "Easy there," his voice surprisingly gentle.
The urge to be sick subsided, replaced by a dull ache that radiated throughout his abdomen. A whimper escaped Makoto's lips, another sloppy gurgle erupting from his stomach.
"That last round… wasn't a good idea," Makoto mumbled.
“You look about ready to explode,” Byakuya, ignoring the obvious, said. Though his words were teasing, Byakuya’s hand still gently rubbed the others back. "Lie down."
Makoto obeyed, curling onto his side. Byakuya rushed around to the other side of the bed, sitting by him with a gentle sigh. Makoto groaned, a burp bubbling up unbidden. Byakuya then placed a hand on his stomach, lightly massaging it in slow circles. Makoto flinched at first, surprised by the touch. But then, a strange warmth spread through him, calming the churning in his gut. A soft, relieved sigh escaped his lips, followed by another, much louder, burp.
A slightly apologetic squeak escaped him. "S-sorry, Byakuya! I can't… control it…"
Byakuya merely chuckled, a warm, rich sound that made Makoto's heart skip a beat. "Seems your stomach has something to say about that sake."
The massage continued, punctuated by soft burps and the slow release of trapped gas. Byakuya worked his way upwards, his touch firm but gentle, expertly kneading away the tightness. With every soothing stroke, Makoto felt the ache subside, replaced by a warm, fuzzy contentment.
Another loud, earth-shattering burp erupted from him – but this time, Makoto was much more dazed and sleepy: "Blargh… sorry…" he muttered as his face turned scarlet, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Finally feeling a bit better, he peeked at Byakuya through his lashes. The normally aloof heir looked strangely… relaxed.
"You're not mad?" Makoto asked tentatively.
"About the sake? Slightly irritated," Byakuya admitted, "But more concerned about your well-being. Perhaps next time you'll listen to me when I say you've had enough."
“Promise,” Makoto replied. He reached out hesitantly and squeezed Byakuya's hand.
Byakuya squeezed back, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "Just get some rest, now."
Exhausted, Makoto drifted off, Byakuya's hand still resting on his stomach, a silent promise of care. And as the morning sun filtered in, Makoto stirred awake. The room was empty, the faint scent of Byakuya's cologne lingering in the air. A dull ache resided in his head. Shame washed over him, but a note on the bedside table caught his eye. It read, in Byakuya's precise handwriting:
"Painkillers in drawer. Stick to water today. (And reconsider your alcohol tolerance.) Love, Byakuya."