“Yo! Time for the stream!” Raihan boasted eagerly from a grassy field far away from any nearby pedestrians or eye witnesses. He did his trademark devil fingers pose for his floating camera and grinned toothily. It was recording him live. “So! We did the poll and by a few thousand more votes than any other soddin’ option we had up, y'all chose the milk challenge! So that’s where my afternoon’s goin’!”
Raihan stepped back to show off a nice cold gallon of milk and scratched the back of his neck.
“I’m kinda nervous, not gonna lie. Never done this challenge before. But I didn’t puke after that banana and sprite challenge and I don’t think I’ll puke here either. ‘Cuz lemme tell ya, mates! Unlike Leon I’ve got an iron belly!” Raihan raised up his hoodie and showed off his toned flat stomach which he slapped cockily.
But Raihan knew how to please his viewers so he kept his hoodie pulled up and let his floating cellphone film his stomach in an orbital shot that got coverage of his dark skinned tummy from every angle. He slowly rubbed his stomach up and down and gave it a few more pats of self-confidence.
“Yep. I got this…” Raihan assured himself and tugged his hoodie back over his tummy.
He unscrewed the cap to his heavy gallon of rich creamy milk and took a breath to amp himself up. Then Raihan brought the gallon to his lips and chugged.
His throat rippled with loud thick gulps sending large quantities of ice cold milk flowing down his throat all at once.
Damn it was cold.
Raihan squinted and tried to fight past how chilly he felt. All that freezing milk getting drunk down at once gave him goosebumps. But it wasn’t enough to stop him.
He pulled the bottle away and took a quick breath then brought it back to his lips to chug some more. But his breather was very short lived. Raihan was determined to beat this challenge and didn’t want to let his brain fully register how heavy all this milk was feeling.
But still cold and thick wasn’t a winning combination.
He downed a good amount of it and then stopped to properly catch his breath.
Raihan panted and huffed then shivered. “Brr…it’s freezing…!” he complained. He lifted the gallon back up but paused to give a thick closed mouth burp that puffed his cheeks. Raihan blew the dairy-scented gas aside then resumed his chug. His eyes clenched shut while his throat was hard at work slugging down way too much milk.
Each swig was almost painfully thick when it rippled down his gullet. Part of Raihan wished he could take in smaller gulps but he knew that with milk like with the banana and sprite challenge it was best to get it all down as fast as possible and not give his tummy enough time to get volatile. Not on camera at least.
The more milk Raihan chugged in front of his feed the more his tummy stuck out. Even his oversized dragon-themed hoodie was starting to tighten around his stomach as it pushed out more from his heavy drink. But Raihan kept chugging away.
Raihan got a good ways in but pulled away again. After gulping down what was currently in his mouth he huffed exhaustedly and burped wetly. He took a breath looking uncomfortable. But then Raihan dropped his free hand onto his belly and let out a painfully loud burp. It echoed out of him so hard his eyes widened with surprise.
“Whew! Heh! Blood hell…URP!” Raihan laughed wearily as he patted his belly and burped again. He tried to resume his chug but had to pause to give another closed mouth burp and another one after that.
Dairy always made him really gassy.
Raihan eventually continued downing his milk gallon. Each gulp he gave was thick and noisy but left him looking strained. All that milk was weighing heavily in his tummy and leaving it increasingly more bloated the more he chugged. Raihan slid his hand under his hoodie and started rubbing his belly while he chugged exposing it to the camera to show off the way it was expanding the more milk filled him up.
He was chugging so hard that some milk dribbled messily down his chin and spilled onto his hoodie. After getting enough milk down he wiped his mouth and put the gallon down. With his mouth still full of milk he wiped his hoodie clean and proceeded to take it off. He carelessly tossed it aside and left himself shirtless in the middle of that field which really extenuated how bloated he was from all the milk.
After swallowing his latest mouthful Raihan huffed and dropped both hands down on his belly to let loose a huge burp. It was so big that it left him huffing after and rubbing his curved out tummy up and down until another longer burp rolled out of him for six seconds straight. “Unf…fuckin’ hell…” Raihan gasped out while he rubbed then turned so he was standing at profile to show off how far his belly was sticking out. “MMMRRrrrhp…lookit this thing, mates. Bloody wild…” Raihan murmured while running his hands up and down his rounded tummy. He gave it a few pats which the camera picked up on perfectly. Then Raihan gave another big raunchy burp and another deep one right after that.
He reached down to pick up the gallon making all the milk in his tummy slosh heavily. But then Raihan stopped and put a hand on his bloated stomach.
“Ungh…fuck there’s a big one in there…” he complained.
Raihan put the gallon back down and clutched his knees while he hunched over and looked like he was bracing himself. A few seconds of this tension passed. It looked like Raihan was about to be sick for a moment there.
But then Raihan stood up straight and grabbed his heavy belly with both hands and let out the biggest burp he’d ever released. It was like a roar that just grew louder and nastier when it rumbled up his throat for close to seven straight seconds.
Raihan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he moaned with almost erotic relief.
“Ffffuuuuuuck…!” he gasped out and sighed heavenly. “Haaaah…did'ja hear that one, mates?? Think I felt that in my bloody toes! Whew!”
With enough relief given Raihan felt comfortable enough to grab his gallon again and resume the challenge.
He downed more milk while his tummy continued ballooning out and looking really bottom heavy from the way all that milk was sitting inside of his tummy.
When Raihan pulled his lips away he only paused to huff and let out a deep burp and then resumed drinking more.
His stomach was bulging out by more than a foot and was weighing his shorts down. It was also starting to gurgle really noisily. In fact Raihan’s belly churned so painfully loud that he cringed nauseously even in the middle of drinking more milk.
When he pulled away another throaty burp rolled out of Raihan and left him panting and drooling a little while he paused to rub his belly with one hand. While he rubbed Raihan let out a few more burps but they were starting to get wet and a little nasty sounding especially the way the last one gurgled enough to make Raihan cover his mouth after.
His body shivered with the chills. Both from the cold milk and from the wave of nausea splashing inside of his heavy tummy. Raihan felt miserable. His face went a touch green. He was definitely reaching his limits.
The young bloated viral sensation downed more milk and had to quickly pull away to pant heavily. His labored breathing made his round stomach expand and shrink in with audible bubbling erupting from inside of him loud enough for the camera to pick up with its mic. When he tried downing more milk he had to pull away even faster.
Raihan winced and held a fist to his mouth in time to give a really chunky closed mouth burp. More than gas was threatening to rise up his throat at that point.
But Raihan kept at it. He worked his way through the gallon one quick chug at a time since his esophagus refused to stay open long enough to let him chug for extended periods of time like before. It was a long painful process but eventually he managed to finish every last drop of his gallon.
Raihan panted breathlessly and flipped the gallon over to show it was empty then he tossed it aside as he pumped his fist in the air.
“Haaah…dooOOOOOOoOoOoone!!!” Raihan loudly burped the word 'done’ out and slapped his belly to let out another gigantic burp. It jiggled because of how utterly bloated with liquid it was. He was definitely going to regret that slap with how much everything in his belly sloshed. Raihan huffed and kept his hands on his round tummy while it gurgled noisily. “God do you guys hear that…?”
The camera floated right up against Raihan’s tummy while he sucked it in and out which made everything slosh even more heavily inside of his stomach for the camera and feed to hear. Of course all that intentional sloshing was stirring up more gas which Raihan quickly burped out.
Raihan huffed and held his knees again while his belly hung low with how bloated he was even swaying slightly from all the milk. The camera floated back to catch him trying not to puke. He held up a finger and when it passed he sighed and stood up straight enough to give a sort of confident grin.
“…Alright mates. Challenge won! H-heh…gimme a harder one next time yeah?” Raihan feigned confidence and stood up straight. His hand slowly ran up and down the round crest of his bulging tummy. The camera once again circled around close to get a good glimpse at the sheer extent the milk caused his stomach to expand out.
Then he stood at profile rubbing his bulging belly so the camera got a nice clean shot of that. As he stood there rubbing it Raihan’s stomach churned so hard that it actually made his skin ripple a little. Immediately Raihan’s eyes widened and he clamped his mouth shut worried he was about to puke on camera. When it passed he once again put on his cocky grin which wasn’t helping to mask his increasing nausea.
“A-Anyway if you have any more challenges ya want me to do shoot 'em off in the comments and don’t forget to…” Raihan’s face tightened as he put a hand on his belly and promptly burped the end of his sentence out. “…LLLLIIIIIIKE…aaAAAandsubscriiIIIIIIIBE!!!!! BBBBRRRMMMRRRUUUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!” The end of subscribe turned into a closed mouth burp that he just couldn’t hold in and let out as a really long raunchy burp to close the video on. That wasn’t intentional either. He just really couldn’t hold it in.
The camera immediately turned itself off on that note and Raihan very quickly lost his attempt at a cool composure when he grasped at his knees and slumped over panting and drooling heavily.
“…Ohh fuck me…” he groaned out miserably and palmed his heavy belly which hung lower from all the milk. It churned noisily which made Raihan’s face go even greener. Raihan desperately tried to massage it but it was just too full of dairy to matter. Nothing was going to settle his heavy tummy.
Especially not when his belly gave another terribly loud belly rippling gurgle.
Raihan clamped his eyes shut and groaned miserably while he cupped his unbearably heavy tummy with one hand and kept his other hand grasped at his knee for balance and support.
A really gross sounding burp exited his mouth. It was far too wet to be relieving. There was so much weight in his belly sloshing around all at once that Raihan just desperately needed to burp. He leaned forward and grabbed his knees while his tummy hung low and swayed a little. Raihan brought a fist to his mouth and gave a really chunky and gross closed mouth burp that left him spitting on the grass. He looked like he was trying to burp again but was struggling to get it up right without bringing up more than he intended.
Raihan huffed and gave his tummy a few pats. A choked burp left his mouth but when he tried again he managed to push out a loud deep burp. All throughout the challenge Raihan had been burping nonstop and ridding his tummy of any extra gas he felt in the hopes that the lack of pressure would keep him from feeling too nauseous.
That was a futile effort. Because when Raihan tried to make himself burp again it was unfortunately too forceful. Halfway into it Raihan’s throat hitched and a stream of thick chunky vomit spewed out of his mouth and onto the grass. Raihan violently vomited up milky white bile splattering disgustingly all over the grass.
He was drooling profusely afterwards and groaning weakly. Another loud burp echoed out of his mouth and with it another nasty wave of sick. Raihan spent the next moment painfully expelling the contents of his tummy out onto the grass. His bloated belly looked to deflate a little with the nasty expulsion of its contents.
Raihan threw up more and more milk and bile. It hurt immensely because he was throwing up especially thick loads of sick like his stomach was rejecting every ounce of milk he chugged all at once. Raihan teared up and gasped heavily while tummy gurgled nastily. He tried to rub his belly and settle it down but that did nothing to help him. A large burp escaped his mouth and with it came another stream of more watery vomit. He continued throwing up until his tummy was considerably smaller looking like a smaller bump in his belly than before.
After it finally felt like his stomach was done being angry at him Raihan stumbled back and gasped desperately. He spat onto the ground and moaned while his hands wrapped around his painfully churning tummy.
“Unnnf…oh god…” he moaned tearfully while holding his aching tummy in both hands. Raihan wiped his mouth clean with his forearm and ran his hands up and down his pained belly.
It was the banana and sprite challenge all over again. Fortunately just like that one there was no evidence to show he lost. He wasn’t going to let his viewers down like that.
He grabbed his hoodie and slung it over his shoulder while walking back home. Not thirty feet later Raihan stopped walking and put a hand on his bare belly. He held it there in still silence for a few seconds until he tilted his head back and gave a giant burp. It was a long really raunchy and rumbly one; the gas that he’d been trying to get out that whole time before throwing up. All of it expelled out of his mouth aggressively for several seconds straight until he was left gasping for air. It felt so good to finally get out that he couldn’t help pat his belly in relief.
I always love whenever something I write inspires such amazing art and @fungusfangs knocks it out of the park with such an adorable piece featuring Dabs and a very drunk and very angry Skeptic. Beer does not make him more chill. It just makes him an even bigger bitch to the entire world X3
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
“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’resubhuman!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…dareyou…?!?!” 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’sTomoyasu, 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.
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…
(Rewrote and cleaned up a Thanksgiving fic that I originally wrote… TWO YEARS AGO? OH GOD. I would say that this is thus somewhere earlier in the timeline for my boys but that implies that there is a timeline to begin with and not just a pile of scenarios I think are cute. So anyway, it’s apparently been almost a year since I last wrote for Fram and Alli.)
Celebrating Thanksgiving, and other holidays, in fact, had been Wolfram’s idea. He couldn’t help it, the idea was fascinating to him. These holidays of Allister’s world were new and different. Similar in spirit in a few cases, but still. The thought of a warm, home-cooked meal was appealing as well, and Wolfram was more than happy to supply some spirits to help Allister with the cooking.
As far as eating the meal went, Wolfram was beginning to think that, just maybe, he had overdone it just a bit. His stomach felt taut and heavy, packed with an overly large meal of turkey, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and warm vegetable sides. Now he lay drowsily across the couch, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“Allister,” he tried to call out, but did not bother to lift his face from the couch cushion to be more readily heard. When there was no response from the kitchen save for the sound of dishes and silverware being moved from table to sink, Wolfram sighed. He sat up, which in itself was a struggle as his stomach jostled about with the movement, and he hiccuped and groaned as he leaned against the back of the couch. “Allister,” he called out as clearly as his exhaustion would let him.
After a moment, Allister appeared in the living room doorway, stifling a yawn from his own drowsiness. “What’s up, Fram?”
“I’d like you here with m—hic—me. And I have hiccups again…”
Allister smiled a bit, finding the sight of his post-holiday dinner boyfriend to be far too cute. “It’s barely been a couple minutes Fram, I’m just clearing the table. You have to do the dishes later, don’t forget.”
Wolfram frowned and hiccuped, displeased with that reminder, but said, “Fine, but join me—hic—here now. It’s cold, and I’m tired.”
Allister paused, looking back to the kitchen and thinking. He’d wanted to make sure everything was tidied up before the inevitable couch crash, but Wolfram was just too difficult to resist. “Alright, alright,” he said, coming around to the couch and sitting down next to Wolfram.
Wolfram smiled, and wrapped his arms around Allister’s shoulders, pulling him to lie down. “Much be—hic—better, isn’t it, Alli—hic—Allister?”
Allister yawned, taking his turn to hold Wolfram in a hug. “Well, I never said it wasn’t gonna be. Should we see about getting your hiccups to stop?”
“Mm… It’s not—hic—that which is bothering me so much…”
“But something is?”
Wolfram shifted, trying to ignore the growing discomfort in his stomach. “Well… Could you—hic—rub my stomach, Allister?”
“Does it hurt?” Allister asked while he moved a warm hand down to the skin of Wolfram’s midsection under his shirt and began to massage gently.
“Not quite painful—hic—exactly. Just… full. Difficult to get comfortable without you.”
Allister pressed his face gently into the side of Wolfram’s neck. “Okay, Fram. You got it. You know, you didn’t have to eat so much in one sitting.”
“You should—hic—know by now that your cooking is rather diff—hic—difficult to resist.”
“Why do you say that like it’s my fault?”
“The power of your temptation is too strong, Allister.”
Allister chuckled. “This was your idea, remember? I didn’t plan on any of this until you brought it up.” He gently kissed Wolfram a few times along his neck, and Wolfram squirmed, laughing with the tickling sensation.
“All—hic—Allister, stop, I’m t—hic—too tired—hic—t—to laugh th—hic—this much.” Wolfram covered his mouth with one hand as he tried to muffle the next few hiccups that hit him more quickly now.
“Aw, sorry, Fram. Did I make ‘em worse?”
Wolfram took a moment to hold his breath, but when that did nothing to stop or slow his hiccups, looked at Allister and pouted. “You—hic—you’ve betr—hic—betrayed me,—hic—Allister.”
“Poor thing.” Allister continued his gentle massaging along Wolfram’s poor bouncing stomach, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. “Does this help any?”
Wolfram nodded, shifting onto his side and pulling Allister’s hand along with him. He tried a few more times at holding his breath, and his hiccups eventually slowed back to their normal pace.
“That better?”
“I would rather they—hic—stopped entirely, but yes.”
“Well, this is an improvement. What got you into this holiday stuff, anyway?”
“Is it so unusual that—hic—that I would take an interest? But aside from that, it’s my underst—hic—understanding that holidays like this are best spent wi—hic—with loved ones, are they not?”
“Well, I can’t argue with that. It is more fun when it’s with you. Guess I’ll look forward to next year, then.”
Wolfram nodded, letting his eyes shut, though he thought he felt Allister suddenly tense up and pause in the very relaxing stomach massage for a moment. “Allister?” he asked. “Is some—hic—thing the matter?”
“I just… Sorry. I should have thought that out better, I guess. You’re, uh, probably gonna be home by next year after all, right?”
Wolfram opened his eyes again, staring across the room, then rolled onto his back once more to look at Allister. “I certainly intend that to be the case, yes. I don’t see why that should be a problem.”
“Well…” Allister’s face had fallen. “You know…”
“Allister, do you think I would leave you when that happens?”
Allister looked up, meeting Wolfram’s gaze.
“Do remember. I came here by—hic—by accident, but once I’ve worked out how to return, I’ll know how to come back here intentionally, as well. You are far too important for me to leave behind.”
Allister smiled, wrapping both arms around Wolfram. “Do you mean that?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well, if you get that worked out, does that mean I can take vacations at your place?”
“I don't—hic—see why not.”
“I’ll look forward to it, then.”
“That’s good. Now then,” Wolfram pushed himself onto his side again and grabbed Allister’s hand, smirking just a bit. He hiccuped and said, “I believe my—hic—stomach is starting to hurt after all.”
“Alright, fine. But you’re not getting out of dishes later, Fram, so enjoy this while it lasts.”
At least one short fic coming in soon. Basically just whenever I have the time and energy to go over it for some cleanup.
Tiny thing I get too much joy out of: If Wolfram is interrupted mid-word by a hiccup, he’ll usually say the word again from the start to try and be clear, but sometimes he’s tired or just stops worrying about it and doesn’t bother. I dunno, I just find that real cute and I’ve been thinking about that fact lately.
Thinking about characters who are aliens or aquatic or something and used to breathing a different atmosphere, now finding themselves in an atmosphere that, while overall fine for them, is just different enough for their bodies that they get hiccups frequently.
Think I might have been ooh a tangent about this before but now I’m thinking about space. Space hiccups.
Halloween is upon us and I know plenty of folks who enjoy some good hiccups/tummy content also enjoy utilizing some vampirescause I mean, who doesn’t love a good vampire? I know I certainly do.
BUT, some people might argue that this makes no sense as vampires are undead and immortal and have no ability to get hiccups or what have you. I’m not going to say that, the wonder of fiction and fantasy is making up your own rules. But for those who might be hesitant about this combination, I present to you an underrated alternative I do not see often (if at all):
The dhampir
Yes, that’s right, folks. Those unholy hybrids of human and vampire who make great candidates to go off hunting their fully-undead kin or what have you. If you ask me, dhampirs aren’t nearly as widespread in media so who knows what the agreed upon rules for them are, it sounds to me like a perfect opportunity for Halloween blood-drinkers that still have human tums.
