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~puffy, round, happy bellies~
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Currently thinking about Ratio putting down a little apple slice for tiny!Ave/nturine to snack on and keep him occupied while he's off fighting all the monsters to get to the pinball machine.
By the time he comes back, almost the whole slice is gone and he's resting on a bench, tiny tummy slightly poking out, and internally, Ratio's thinking "damn, I didn't realize he was that hungry..."
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A short ficlet inspired by that one official Ave/nturine art. You know the one.
Ra/tiorine, light weight gain, belly rubs, domestic fluff, assumed post 2.1
A soft ray of sunlight crept between his eyelids, a gentle nudge and call to the miracle of reality. It was so very, very different from the familiar piercing jolt, demanding immediate preparation and mental fortitude. Only one short year had passed, and yet the changes were immeasurable.
With a delicate stretch of his limbs, Aventurine rose from the nest of his shared bed and rubbed the heaviness from his eyes. The warm, homely smell of breakfast wafted in through the adjoining rooms, and the sound of clacking computer keys pattered out a comforting backdrop. He could almost laugh at how ridiculously picturesque this morning was. So cliché, it couldn't possibly be real. And yet, somehow, it was. A true miracle.
Stepping into the living room, he found Dr. Ratio half-dressed and sitting at a laptop computer, calmly typing out something for work. An early riser, as always, contrary to his preferred owl motif.
With a little smile, Aventurine came up to the side of his desk. “Good morning, Veritas.”
“Ah.” Ratio spared a glance up at him before returning to the screen. “At last, you deign to join the realm of the waking. It is nearly ten o' clock. How much more precious time were you intending on squandering?”
“Aw, cut me some slack, alright? It's my day off.”
“That's no excuse for such sloth.” Finally, the scholar raised his head to get a steady look at him. “And what is even the point of wearing a pajama top if it falls open like that so very often?”
“Oh...” Aventurine hadn't even noticed, but once again, most of the buttons on his pajama top had slipped out, only leaving the one at the center of his chest. It happened quite a bit, given the delicate, slippery material and how much he tended to wriggle about in his sleep. But these silk pajamas were far too valuable to just fold up in a drawer and never actually use! Why, that would be an even greater waste.
He chuckled and looked down at the open flaps. “Well...have you considered that maybe I like it like that?”
Dr. Ratio sighed and returned his attention to his typing. “Fool. Breakfast is on the table—it's probably getting cold by now.”
Aventurine recognized that as a cue to leave, and turned to make his way toward the kitchen. But before he could make more than three steps, the doctor called out again, his voice commanding, but softer.
“Wait. Come here, Kakavasha. I need to check something.”
Aventurine's breath caught. Dr. Ratio only used his true name in matters very serious and intimate. It was always lovely to hear, though he wondered what was possibly so important between them right now. Their relationship, their partnership...it was another miracle, and one that he treasured with all of his heart.
Immediately, he returned to Ratio's side, and the doctor motioned for him to come even closer, until he was standing mere inches away. The office chair turned...and suddenly, strong, warm, gentle fingers were pressing at his exposed stomach.
Looking down at the spot, he noticed the way his own flesh puffed a little under Ratio's soft prodding...how the elastic of his waistband seemed stretched just a little more. Ratio's hands moved to cup around and lightly pinch at his sides, and for the first time, he noticed that there were little pockets of softness there. Aventurine felt a warm flush through his face, and hoped it wasn't showing too much. What a silly thing to be embarrassed over.
“...You've put on some weight,” Ratio plainly assessed, though his hands continued to curiously roam over Aventurine's belly.
“Ahaha! Yeah, looks like it. I'm going to have to go ahead and blame you for that, doc.”
Ratio's thumbs squished into the light softness of his tummy, just above his bellybutton, and it felt wonderfully soothing, almost like a massage. It was...so gentle and almost reverent. This was...an oddly loving touch for such a thing.
“I suppose I'll have to start cutting down from now on, haha.”
“There's no need for such nonsense.” Ratio's voice was low and quiet. “Your weight right now is perfectly healthy. Much healthier than the malnourished state you'd been in previously. I'm...glad to see it.”
The rubbing continued...up, down, around, in slow circles, and Aventurine couldn't help but sigh at how nice it felt. Leave it to the doctor's practiced hands to know just how and where to caress.
“This feels great, this belly rub thing. You should do this more often. You seem to be really good at it.”
At last, Ratio pulled away, and with a little “tch”, turned back to his work. “Quit stalling. You had best not skip that breakfast—I put some of my own time and effort into it, you know.”
“Of course.” Aventurine's smile was glowing, though he already missed the warmth and love of those hands. And he made his way to the kitchen and his caringly prepared breakfast, where he'd be sure to finish every bite.
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I'm very confused and anxious as someone with an actual alcohol phobia:
I always thought, from 2.0, that SoulGlad wasn't alcoholic, though it has some addictive qualities, but so many people in 2.1 talk about it and refer to it as if it is??? Maybe there's two different varieties?
Apologies, but I'm going to have to continue pretending it's not in my mind in order to continue enjoying it and not be upset when I see it.
(For the record, if it's meant to be explicitly alcoholic with no other interpretation in your art/fic, I'd really appreciate if it could be tagged. Just "alcohol" would be fine.)
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A trope I dom't see nearly as often as I like is when a character who's never had enough to eat suddenly has enough and their instinct to make the most of any opportunity leads them to eat way more than they really should
oooh I like this too <3 overfilled tummies as a sign of safety and security and Having Enough. also very important for any character in this situation to have a caretaker to help them tend to their achy tummy, so they know that they're Safe and Cared For emotionally as well as physically from now on C:
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oh heavens, i must have drunk too much soulglad…
#chonkai star rail#ohmygoooooossssssh#that one vest button putting in so much work lol#i love this sm
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YO
2.1 spoilers:
I still can't believe Hoyo gave us canon Giant/Tiny Ra/tiorine. There are SO MANY fics about to written from this. XD
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a follow-up for my previous post
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I've been doing some little doodles recently as a distraction.
Here's a full and satisfied little peacock.
#chonkai star rail#chubdoodles#the only way i can even attempt these outfits is in chibi form#he took off his coat and belt
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{wriothesley x clorinde} off duty [follow-up fic]
CONTENT BENEATH THE CUT CONTAINS MENTIONS OF {ERUCTATION}, {STUFFING} PLEASE BE WARNED!!!
A continuation of this fic
“That’s— uurp— that’s enough, Clorinde… No more, seriously…”, Wriothesley protests, laying a hand on his pitiful middle and feeling the now proper bulge there. He thought he’d been stuffed during their meeting earlier in the day, but this was a completely different level at this point.
Clorinde approaches, thumbing open the last two buttons on Wriothesley’s dress shirt, which she assumes he’d just been a little too shy to undo by himself. Meanwhile, she shoves another tea biscuit into his mouth, watching him struggle to chew and swallow. She lifts a teacup to his lips, expecting him to take a pull, but he makes no move to comply, instead siding with his stomach’s concerningly sickly gurgles.
“You know, this isn’t what I had originally thought of when I said that you should keep me in check…”, when the food he’d been chewing on almost gets stuck in his throat, and when Clorinde nudges the rim of the teacup into his lower lip, is when the tea looks especially enticing. So he takes a sip.
She takes this opportunity to pour the whole cup of high-quality tea down his conveniently already open mouth, and Wriothesley has no choice but to swallow, lest he spills any of it onto her pricey silk bed sheets. It fills all of the gaps in his achingly tensioned stomach, which immediately growls in retort, a low, muffled groan, smothered by the immeasurable volume of foods and liquids that had entered his system in the last hour or so.
“Well, neglecting your meals is a form of misbehaviour, is it not?”, she smiles, digging her fingers into a spot near his belly button, and watching intently as he belches distortedly as a result of her rough touch. She firmly pats the side of his now protruding belly, eliciting another, long, drawn-out burp from the man, as he tries and fails to stifle it with his fist. While unbuckling his belt, she accidentally nudges the underside of his bloated abdomen, ripping another lengthy, choked-out belch from his throat. Wriothesley, again, attempts to silence it, but the warm comfort of an over-capacitated stomach and the sloshing of tea inside of him and the lack of sleep finally catching up to him cause a belated and half-hearted reaction to each and every noise that leaves his mouth. It’s a pain to have to catch every little sound he makes, taking into consideration how every slight touch of Clorinde’s hands on his overstuffed belly seems to dislodge a new and somehow undiscovered pocket of air inside of his stomach.
“You’re so cute,” she remarks, rubbing his now prominent underbelly with the palm of her hand, attentively listening to each and every burp that escapes through Wriothesley’s oesophagus, the fruits of her labour, “So full and laid bare for me.”
Wriothesley can’t respond, and even less so when she starts to use her other hand to press more firm pats to the side of his belly, as rumbling belches roll out of his mouth to no end. His stomach and intestines groan again, after having a large dinner and now, dessert. He realises that Clorinde seems to be taking note of his facial expressions in relation to her strokes, to see which garners the least painful-looking reaction, to which Wriothesley feels the need to tell her:
“Everything you— uuurp— everything you do feels— burp— amazing, Clorinde… seriously, don’t— urp— don’t be so unsure of yourself…”, and Wriothesley decides not to continue on, instead letting one of his calloused palms settle on his distended upper abdomen, feeling his stomach churn, working diligently to digest everything he’d been fed throughout the night.
“Oh, urp— oh fuck…”, he groans, when Clorinde ceases her considerate glances at his face, instead opting to massage out every single inch of his belly, starting by squeezing it upwards, bringing rushes of air to his chest, which accumulate to form another unbreakable chain of belches, one after another, preventing Wriothesley from being able to utter a single syllable without being interrupted by a deep burp.
She moves on to the middle of his belly, paying extra attention to his belly button, and ignoring his internal organs’ cries for mercy. Wriothesley doesn’t protest either, instead closing his eyes and allowing strings of strained burps to leave his slightly parted lips, expectant to the next area of his belly she chooses to target.
“Fuck, I’m— uuurp— I’m so full…”, Wriothesley groans, moving his own hand against the curve of his bloated stomach, colliding with Clorinde’s slender fingers, which are working away at a stiff knot in the side of his belly, “You fed me so well, Clorinde…”
He can’t help but notice the faint blush on her face at the praise, but he’s also suffering his fair share of embarrassment, too, being helplessly pressed against the headboard of the Champion Duelist’s bed, unable to move for more reasons than one.
This time, he’s the one tousling her hair, whispering words of appreciation, one after another, as she works her magic on his severely overfull belly.
She traces out the slightly blurred lines of his abs, which are miraculously still visible, thanks to Wriothesley’s strict training regimen. Which he’ll go back to when he returns to the Fortress of Meropide. But for now, he ignores the impact of the sheer volume of his previous meals, instead focusing on the relief that Clorinde is providing him, letting belches slip out of his mouth as he pleases. And when Clorinde doesn’t speak, Wriothesley has the instinct to fill the empty space.
“So— urp— how was— uuurp— how was your day?”, Wriothesley starts, regaining his senses and raising a fist to subdue every stray belch that he lets out.
“It’s going well, considering I have the hottest man alive on my bed, melting in my hands.”, she flushes, face glowing a bright red that Wriothesley had never witnessed before.
“Really? And— uuurp— and who— uurp— might that be?”, Wriothesley inquires teasingly, before lowering his head and seeing his lips shut as he feels a particularly thick belch slide it’s way up his throat. He decides to spare Clorinde’s ears from that one.
“It’s the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, of course.”
She kisses his forehead and coaxes his eyes closed, and his uneven breathing levels out, if only just a tiny bit.
He falls asleep like that, breathing erratically even through unconsciousness, because his body doesn’t care whether or not he’s awake, and rather fixating on expelling all of the excess air that’s being pushed out by Clorinde’s gentle caresses and soft squeezes.
After she’s sure he’s not going to wake up anytime soon, she lays next to him, unable to keep her hands off of his still disturbed belly, fingers twitching at every slight gurgle produced by his overworked intestines. It’s somewhat calming, and Clorinde decides that it’s time for her to rest as well.
a thousand words of more insane shit
i will regret this so much 😭😭honestly, this is the full extent of my infatuation with this kinda stuff, i will look back at this and think its so disgusting and cringe
i kept typing 'clorinde' as 'chlorinde', fixed it all last second
hope you enjoyed 🙇 thanks for reading this far
#gutshin impact#ohh this was great!!!#i really love belly patting#and the burps interrupting his speech#and the massage#good shit!!!
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I'm not usually someone who goes for size difference in terms of kink, and muscles do nothing for me.
But but but....Ra/tiorine, but they're like this:
This...this is a great dynamic. XD
#chonkai star rail#yes i made that just now in paint#behold my art skills#i have the brainrot as the kids would say
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ok wait. I usually imagine archon!furina being immune to physical things like getting tummyaches from eating too much sugar buuuuut. there is something undoubtedly appealing about the bratty, hedonistic hydro archon overindulging on her favorite sweets and giving herself a terrible stomachache… retiring to her private study to sprawl out on the fancy chaise lounge and bemoan her fate
neuvillette is somewhat worried at her sudden disappearance so he follows furina upstairs after a bit, and when he finds her she looks up at him with big wet pathetic eyes and one hand resting on her sore, swollen tummy and he immediately cancels his meetings for the next hour to look after her, even though it’s her own fault she’s like this
he gives her a glass of water to sip at, and unbuttoning her vest makes her give a small sigh of relief. her normally trim stomach is visibly rounded and the slightest pressure of neuvillette’s hand against it has her stifling little whimpers and burps. and furina IS a needy little brat about it and it IS really adorable
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RBing this again, because I'm getting some asks for characters I never said I was interested in for tum. If they're not in the top 3 tiers or the "feeder" tier, I've got nothing, I'm sorry.
Gens/hin Tum Kink Tier List! (You may need to expand to read the categories)
Most people are just ranking their top 8-10 characters, but I went a little nuts and ranked EVERYONE, even if a big chunk are in the "I can't see it" rank.
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Ok, so, um, during my absence, I ended up convincing myself into liking Ra/tiorine. (Basically, I learned more about Ratio, acquired THAT Lightcone, read a couple of fics that I enjoyed, and over-analyzed their conversations. (He calls him *dear* gambler. DEAR. How was I not seeing it? They care each other, they're just both so, so bad at feelings.) ) So now I'm a little bit insane about them.
I was also looking at fanart and saw one Japanese comic where Ratio is concerned about Aven living off things like nutrition drinks and granola bars, and he ends up cooking for him. And another one with him touching his belly. I can very clearly imagine him being all "you're too skinny, are you that incompetent that I have to feed you myself?". And, like, examining him???
I'm imagining a perfect world AU in which Ratio somehow miraculously frees Aventurine from the IPC and they hide out somewhere together. Aven is getting much better meals than he ever had before, and he ends up getting a little soft, a little plush. Weight gain as a sign of healing, my beloved. Imagine them cuddling together, and Ratio noticing that his rib bones have disappeared into smooth, soft flesh, that there's a little squishiness where there was only hard bone, and can't help feeling proud of his work.
Aven would tease the HELL out of him if he noticed him enjoying his softer bits, and he'd just call him a moron and give him a light smack over the head. XD
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🫳🤒🛌 neuvi if you please?
Heck yes~~
🫳-He'd be very, very confused when first touched. This isn't something he's seen happen between humans very often and his mind is racing to try to figure out what it means. But quickly, the warmth and comfort of the hands rubbing over his belly registers as something sweet and intimate and caring and his body relaxes into the touch. Though his expression remains stoic as ever, there's a subtle "soothed" feeling in his eyes. He'll recline into a chair or bed for even more comfort. I feel, at first, Neuvi would say things like "Oh, that really isn't necessary..." but as the rubs continued, it would turn into "thank you, that feels rather nice..." ^^
🤒- Stomachaches don't happen too often for him, but they do happen! Most often, it's due to too much carbonation from a binge on seltzer or Fonta. He *refuses* to release his burps and will choke them down, resulting in further bloating and pain from his upset belly. Someone ease the burps out of this poor man, lol. Also, I feel like if he's stuffed and also experiencing stress, his too-full belly will start cramping up. He needs to be relaxed enough to digest, or else the tummy hurt.
🛌- Physically? He could still function properly while stuffed. He's even got a convenient cane to lean on if the weight of his big rounded belly is a bit too cumbersome. But mentally? Emotionally? Definitely not. Though it doesn't show at all, and no one would ever know, he's very embarrassed about appearing all bloated in front of the public, and since his job is sometimes very public-facing, he would take a rest simply to recover from the embarrassment. Imagine him desperately trying to position himself to hide his round belly during court. But you bet a handful of people in the audience still notice, lol.
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I did do the cooking event, btw! And my takeaways from it were "Lyn/ette?!?! Lyn/ette, please?! What the heck, Lyn/ette" and "STUFFED LU/MINE CANON!!!"
Th/oma "disposing of" the leftover tofu is having a feeding session with Ay/ato in my mind, lololol.
But I was also really hoping Ka/veh would show up, they didn't bring any boys from Su/meru, big shame.
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Haiiii, not sure if you allow repeat characters buuttt if you do could you also do 🤢🫄📐 for Ayato? tysm, love your work :D
Repeats characters are absolutely fine! As long as it's a prompt I haven't already done for them! I welcome it.
I've been thinking a lot about this man since the cooking event, actually... <3
🤢- Hmmm, this one is pretty tough. I feel like Ay/ato has a very hardy stomach--he can handle quite a lot of unusual foods, even food that has gone off a bit. And it's a little funny to his companions, because he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who could eat huge amounts of grease or sour noodles and feel fine, but he totally can (and will!) The only thing I can think that he'd have a problem with is something that kind of...moves a bit after being consumed. It freaks him out. Something that sort of *pops* inside your stomach would have him feeling sick. But he's a little bit insane and might try something like anyway (but only one).
🫄- Fairly often! Similar to my h/cs about Kaveh, I see Ayato as the type to snack a lot while working and just not notice how much he's eaten until his waistband and vest starts feeling too tight. Thoma also *helpfully* keeps topping off his plate of snacks, never letting it run empty. It's not that he enjoys seeing his lord's belly swell and push out bigger and fuller throughout the day, oh no~~ Ayato's also prone to overdoing it when he gets a rare day off and spends some time at the inn with Thoma and his sister, though not to the extent that he gets too stuffed and heavy to move (which *will* happen during snacking/work time.)
📐- A little top-heavy, the bulge of his stuffed belly is roundest and tightest right under his ribs, and it puffs over his belt and stretches his vest. But even when he lets it free of his clothing, it's firm, barely jiggles, and pokes outward, an overstuffed little dome. Like a heavy little ball attached to him.
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Some hcs about scaramouche?
I've done some before previously right here!
But since he's my bestest best boy, and I can't resist talking about him, here's a few more!
Scara will never admit it, but he enjoys poking at his own belly when it's bloated. He'll pretend to be disgusted by it, but he actually enjoys the feeling of it expanding.
Especially if it's chubby and jiggly, he's kind of fascinated by it. The feeling of not being so rigid, of something so warm and alive being part of him...it's strangely comforting. Cats also like to curl up in his lap even more when he's nicely filled, and that's just incredibly soothing to him. <3
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