#Scat mention

[tummieaching]

This was just a night after I threw up recently ... I was in bed with a bit of a nauseous belly, still recovering from the night before ... I decided I wanted to feel good so I took out my toy and started to listen to some of the wonderful puking audios on here to rub myself to ... one hand to rub myself and the other to press on my achy belly ... the moaning was feeling good but I started to burp some in between from the sour feeling in my belly, and it was starting to churn around and make my tummy hurt ... I had to keep swallowing but I got a weird feeling in my belly that it was going to come out the other end ... I went to the toilet with my toy and sat on it with my arms around my sore belly trying to push ... I was panting and moaning because it hurt so much, but one very wet and sour burp told me it was going to come up instead ... I didn't want to puke it up on the floor so I just dropped down, I didn't even have much time to pull my pants back up, so I used both hands to knead my hurting belly to try to bring something up ... I burped and burped and finally I felt it start to come up so I recorded ... it felt so good, I was glad I brought my toy to rub and moan while I puked ♡

[pumpkingas]

ofc my dearest

FEMALE FART AUDIO LIST

On Twitter

MiyukiVA - active, she also makes NSFW audios in general, has a patreon and a rule34 account. Roleplay audios

Pink_Lizzer - active, does comic dubs as well as just fart audios. Insanely bubbly

Bloatingmona - fart audios and videos

Angeldarkart - Active but moved to Bluesky mostly posts hyperscat and eprocto art but she does some scat/eprocto audios, both roleplay and just fart audios. Some are on Twitter, some on SoundCloud and some on Tumblr.

KroneTK - Active, makes audio edits of mostly genshin characters farting and burping. Really immersive roleplay audios.

On Tumblr

Cbtvoicework - Active, has been making content since forever. Does both male and female characters, really nice roleplay audios.

Ommaley - Inactive, scat audios of various fictional characters. Both male and female

Nounsthesame - inactive??? Moved platforms idk. Scat and eprocto audios of various female fictional characters.

[secretobsessionstuff]

The Early Days 💜

In the early days of their relationship, Riley tried his hardest not to burp around Madix. Really, he avoided any bodily functions for the first three months of their dating. It wasn’t a big deal—just a slight aversion to showing vulnerability. Definitely not something he needed to bring up in therapy. 

So, imagine his embarrassment when his belly started to gurgle nauseously on their fifth or sixth outing that happened to be a double date with Madix’s roommate. Dakota was very friendly and loud. His girlfriend, Blair, was more relaxed. They wanted to do something more social than a movie, so Madix suggested a boardgame café just off campus. The combination of new people, a colourful environment, and an upset tummy made him dizzy.   

It was early in the evening. The four of them talked about splitting a plate of nachos as long as they kept the cards and game pieces clean. Riley agreed to everything they said, knowing full well that he wouldn’t eat anything. His stomach still felt full from lunch, and the idea of adding greasy cheese to the mix made him shiver. 

“What’s your major, Riley?” Blair asked after taking her turn to play a card. She had a soft smile that made Riley wish he could engage better in the conversation. 

“Um…psychology.” 

“That’s exciting. I almost took psych but changed my mind because…” 

A hot layer of sweat coated Riley’s body when he felt a gurgle move through his intestines. He shifted in his seat, trying to dull the squelching sounds. He caught bits and pieces of Blair’s story, but his attention was entirely stolen by the writhing in his belly. 

This was bad. The nausea and lower stomach cramps battled for dominance. He was most worried about the bubbling sensation in his bowels. Sweat gathered under his armpits and his neck. Pretty soon he would have to find the bathroom and pray that nobody else needed to go. 

Blair finished speaking but Riley apparently forgot to say anything in reply. There was a long, drawn-out pause. He startled when he felt Madix’s hand softly touch his leg from under the table. 

“Oh, that’s cool,” Riley said lamely, pushing his chair back to get out from under the table. “Sorry, I’m just gonna find the washroom.” 

For the next half-hour, Riley came and went from the table. Sometimes he made up excuses about getting a drink, yet never coming back with a cup. Sometimes he left in the middle of a game without saying a word. Most of the time, he hid himself in the single-person washroom, thankful that no one else could come in. 

His belly couldn’t make up its mind about being empty or not. Whenever he thought that there could be no more water left in his cells, he was once again proven wrong by the urgent rumbling in his guts. At least the stomach cramps were never enough to make him vomit, despite the nausea that clung to him like humid air. 

• • •

“Madix, I don’t think your date understands the concept of ‘taking turns’,” Dakota remarked as he rearranged his hand of cards for the fifth time. “He does know that the turns will eventually come back to him, right?” 

“Be patient, baby,” Blair answered for Madix. “He’s probably just nervous. Eat more nachos while we wait.” 

Madix sighed and leaned back in his chair, trying to see down the hallway that led to the bathroom. He was beginning to think that he chose an overly-stimulant place for their date. Riley had confessed to him that meeting new people was difficult for him, and here there was a whole other level to the socializing. No wonder his date kept taking breaks. Even Madix found the sounds of other people playing games distracting. The lights were too bright and the rules to every new game were complicated.  

“I should have picked a quieter place for him to meet you guys,” Madix said sadly. “I really want him to like you both.” 

Dakota nodded. “It’ll get easier. I’ll try to shut up more.”

“If he even wants to do this again,” Madix mused. 

Finally, Riley returned to the table. He ambled unsteadily down the hall, keeping his arms crossed over his body. Madix’s face lit up with a big smile as he pushed Riley’s chair out for him. That smile slowly fizzled away when Riley remained standing. 

Riley ran a shaky hand through his hair and spoke with a faint voice. “Madix, can I talk to you alone for a sec, please?” 

The boy was on his feet before Riley could finish the sentence. The two of them stood alone in the corner of the room. Madix lightly touched his arm, waiting for Riley to speak, dreading what he would say. 

“I think I’m gonna go home now.”

Madix tried to keep his expression neutral, as much as he wanted to pout and beg with Riley to stay. “…Okay, if that’s what you want. I’m sorry if this place is a bit much. It’s very busy, isn’t it?” He wanted to hug Riley and take his saddened look away. “And I’m sorry for touching your leg like that earlier. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“Oh gosh, no. It’s not you,” Riley said pleadingly. Fuck, this is not what he wanted. He couldn’t let Madix think the date made him uncomfortable. But the only other option would be to admit how he felt.

“My friends really like you, I promise,” Madix rambled on. “Dakota is just an ADHD mess who never knows when to be quiet. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it. And Blair said she wants to be your best friend.” 

“Madix, it’s not you or your friends or this place.” Riley grabbed his arms to keep him from saying anything else. It was nice to lean on someone. Suddenly the fatigue, nausea, and dehydration slammed into him all at once. He swayed forward. “To be honest, I’m not feeling so hot.” 

“What?” Madix became aware of the weight he was supporting. He watched Riley’s eyelids droop, and his shoulders relax as the truth came out. Now that he knew what to look for, it was easy to see the signs in Riley’s baggy eyes, ashen skin, and sweaty palms. It explained his absence for most of the date. 

Riley let out a heavy exhale. Madix’s face softened as he began to understand. He might as well try a little exposure therapy and tell Madix the rest. “Something in my stomach isn’t sitting so well.”

“Did you throw up?” A realization dawned in Madix’s eyes. “Shit, you have that phobia thing, don’t you? What can I do? Maybe you should sit down.” 

“N-no, I’m okay for now. The fear is mainly towards other people. Like the sounds and stuff.” Riley shuffled his feet awkwardly on the floor, feeling his neck grow warm. “I haven’t thrown up. It hasn’t exactly hit my stomach yet, just um…other areas.” 

“Oh?” Madix cocked his head to the side, waiting for his brain to catch up. “Oh, right. Jeez, I’m sorry. That’s—that’s not fun.” 

Riley shook his head. Nothing about this was fun…okay except maybe Madix’s undivided attention, his strong grip on his arms, and the gentle way he spoke. Still, he didn’t want Madix to be around when the next wave hit. He didn’t want to be here at all. “So, I need to go home.” 

“Of course, yeah. I’ll order a ride.” He looked back at their table. “I’ll make up some excuse for why you have to leave. Can I wait with you outside?” 

“Sure.” 

The curb was cold on their butts, but it was better than standing. Their knees knocked together. Madix wrapped an arm around his date, trying to keep him warm. Occasionally, Riley moaned and leaned his face into Madix’s shoulder. 

“I got you. Everything good still?” 

The gurgling was back, this time causing Riley’s stomach to roil. His actual stomach. The organ ached beneath his hand. He couldn’t decide if that was better or worse than before. Nausea climbed higher up his throat, filling his mouth with saliva that he spat on the concrete. 

“I think I need to be sick,” Riley said, wiping his mouth. He opened his legs further to lean his head down into.

“Do you want me to leave?” An excellent question that Riley didn’t know the answer to. He liked the warmth pressed into his side. He liked the feeling of Madix’s hand rubbing his back. Without a reply, Madix continued by saying, “I don’t mind staying. You won’t gross me out.” 

A thick belch erupted from Riley’s mouth. He let his mouth hang open for saliva to trickle between his legs. “Ugh, please stay. I feel awful.” 

“I know, love, I know.” Madix rubbed big circles on the boy’s back. He vaguely wondered if Riley was going to overthink the term of endearment. All he knew was that his mom called everyone that, and it seemed to bring them comfort. It certainly brought Madix comfort when he’d been upset or sick.

Riley gagged over the puddle of saliva. The empty heaves rolled his shoulders forward with a harsh retch. He breathed heavily, hoping the vertigo would lessen before he actually started to vomit. His vision was obscured with black shadows at the edges. Madix remained sturdy, allowing Riley to anchor himself to him. 

A few hiccups and burps later, Riley brought up a watery wave of sick. Each successive belch became thicker until the full contents of his stomach were splattered on the ground. He felt disgusting. The view at his feet was sickening. But there is no point in describing it because none of it deterred Madix from staying by Riley’s side. 

After a lull in the vomiting, Madix squeezed his shoulder. “Do you feel better?” 

Riley sniffled. “A little. Thanks for keeping me company. I’ve never allowed a date to see me like this.” 

Madix placed his palm on his chest. “Well, I’m honoured.”

[ohnomytummy]

i can’t stop blasting hot gas into my couch and idek what i ate that’s got me feeling like a blimp but my stomach’s bubbling and i wish there was someone around that could make me even more of a hopeless sloppy mess 🫠

maybe you’d had enough of me lazing around on the couch and decided to help me squeeze my gut into a tight outfit perfect for a day of sampling every food stall in the local mall food court.

all that greasy processed food churning around and being jostled by our constant walking would have me whining helplessly whilst you keep a hand over my poor belly, pressing on it occasionally to make it even harder for me to hold everything in

after stuffing my face and crop dusting around the entire mall whilst my grumbling sick belly is hanging out of my jeans, i’d eventually begin to desperately search for a bathroom to unload in…

This is a whole dream….

I’d put you in the tightest jeans with a belt that barely fits and a tight crop top sweater that we both know can’t even cover your upper tummy when it’s stuffed full, much less reach your waistband. I’d make you get the heaviest, creamiest, most stomach inflating options on every menu so you’d be desperate and uncomfortable after the first few stops.

I’d have my hands on your waist at all times, especially as we’re ordering. I want every vendor to secretly know that we’re ordering just to fill you up to be a shameless, uncontrollably gassy (and horny) bloated mess. In between stalls, I’d pull you aside to massage and pop some tummy bubbles, turning every corner into a place of relief for you just to watch your cheeks get redder as your belly expands despite constantly letting out gas for me.

When you’ve finally had enough, pleading with your eyes to warn me another few minutes would have you on the edge of a messy and mortifying accident, I’d let you pull me to the bathroom with you. But, I’d give you a time limit. You can only relieve yourself for 5 minutes, then we have to leave. And yes, I set a timer for your poor sick guts, spending that time hearing you groan, swear, and rip ass until the sound goes…and when it does, you’re not even close to being done. I have to coax you out of the bathroom with promises for cuddles and belly rubs to get you back out to the car (which is really where I’ve been excited to get you the whole day).

On the drive home, I’m close to getting off to the unceasing and pitiful sounds both you and your belly are making in the passenger seat. Every time I look over, I swear your belly is even bigger. You’ve completely abandoned your belt, and didn’t even bother to fully button your pants after your brief bathroom trip (such a dirty baby, letting people watch you walk out of the mall like that….), so your stomach is spilling into your lap. No seatbelt in sight because it made you nauseous to have that much pressure on your guts. I have one hand on the wheel and the other squishing and rubbing your guts. By the time we get home, you’re near tears, and the car is full of your sick tummy gas. “I can’t stand,” you quietly whine to me. “I’ll shit on the sidewalk…. in front of the neighbors…” Such an embarrassed state you’re in, baby. So sensitive and uncomfortable. So of course I give you a moment of care and carry you and your grumbling tummy into the house, letting you spill your gas into my arms while you bury your face in my neck and whine.

[whumperofworlds]

I think you deserve to not be icked out by poop asks, dear. They don’t seem to have much positive to say so I recommend blocking for your peace of mind.

Thank you anon ❤️ After asking around, I blocked their last ask (they claimed that they're not a troll, just that they eat a lot of corn. Like wha???) Apparently they use my sense of humor to do their scat fantasies, and I get triggered by lying (my fucking mom abused dad and I with that!)

So don't worry, no more of that now :)

[pyro-yoshi]

I had some stomach issues. No emeto but still worth a share.

Last Friday night I drank quite a bit, more than normal. I didn't intend to drink so much, but it just happened. I thought I'd have a cocktail or two to help inspire me (I'd been struggling with some writing and was frustrated at my lack of progress) and I had way more than I intended.

Around 10pm, I was outside sitting on my bench swing while drunkenly mumbling to myself, then I abruptly laid down on my porch and fell asleep there. The neighbors thought I fell so they came to check on me, I assured them I was fine and thanked them. Later I went inside, passed out again (on my back this time, which would've been reeeeally bad if I'd gotten sick), woke up around 2:30am, brushed my teeth and slept for a few more hours.

I awoke at 6am expecting to feel like death, but strangely I didn't. My head hurt a bit and I was fatigued but I expected worse.

While I didn't drink enough to throw up, I did irritate my stomach lining. Last Saturday and Sunday I felt full, bloated, burpy and had no appetite. I had to force myself to eat, which is extremely unusual for me. My stomach was gurgling a lot and I had to poop a lot too. It wasn't quite diarrhea but it wasn't normal either. Monday my appetite came back but my stomach was still audibly gurgling and I had to poop frequently.

I'm all better now. Even though I didn't throw up, maybe you guys will enjoy my story anyways.

[angstyaches]

if you're comfortable, can you add autumn having diarrhea in her second sick fic to make her more miserable

Hey anon, I'm not sure if you saw my new pinned post, but I'm going to be taking an indefinite hiatus from writing for this blog. But when I eventually return, sick Autumn is going to be high on my priorities list 🖤

[daycareretriever]

it's hard to bust out of the habit of thinking about how others would react to things......but i have to..... cuz i wanna post about !! ahhh idk. ill put it under the cut quick.

im!! so excited tonight will be myyyy first time ever wearing and USING an adult diaper.... idk what happened to me but ive been so into scat lately !???! i think i have gone insane .......

[your-local-terror]

1. Razzle and Dazzle

2. Cheese

3. No..? my names are all 4 to 5 letters

4. Kyu-Kurarin

5. Yes

6. Yes

7. On my ears!

8. Lots of things, but how they feel about animals (esp the 'ugly' or 'lesser' ones) is a big one

9. My boyfriend said Red Velvet

10. I like both

11. Headphones

12. "Uhm."

13. Wombat poop is cube-shaped. Scientists think this is because their intestines have regions of varying elasticity, which molds the poop into a cube as it passes through.

14. Night person

15. My bed

16. Yes

17. I nono wanna

18. sweatpants

19. I don't buy from starbucks

20. Pink

21. My boyfriend

22. Coffee

23. Livyatan melvillei

24. Since i was 9

25. A book with all the info i need to survive

26. Imagine the most FREAK of a person you can. And then put their brain into an autistic teenage boy's body. me

27. Zoologist

28. Engaged

29. Shadow the hedgehog if he was a person

30. Plenty of them

31. Dirty Blonde

32. Yes

33. No

34. I forgor

I have only one oomf to @... @h7p3r4ct1v3-h0rn3t2

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍��� Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[pmak2002]

Ache.

Ached everything ached.

Paul’s whole body was weighed down by his stilsuit and being outside in the blazing Arrakis sun didn’t help being surround by the Freman and Stilgar was becoming more comforting and familier by the day.

However it didn’t help that his body wasn’t cooperating with him yet again.

His stomach gurgling and flipping while he trained with Stilgar. His sweat collecting in his stilsuit to be recycled into drinking water.

Paul coughed and suddenly felt a cramp in his gut. Something was wrong very wrong. something was going to come up and he didn’t want Stilgar to witness him lose precious moisture.

Thankfully Stilgar was distracted by talking with other Freman and Chani was talking to her best friend.

Slowly Paul walked away to find a place to be alone and hopefully avoid what he knew was coming.

One way or another something was going to come out. His stomach demanded some sort of purge.

He didnt understand why he was getting so ill. If he had been at home on Caladan he would have the best medical care available and the love and support of both his parents, Duncan and even old man Gurney.

Now that was all gone. All gone.

When he was sure he was far enough away from the Freman. He dropped to his knees panting heavily. The gurgles in his gut intensified.

He didn’t know if he was throw up or shit all he knew was that everything hurt and he was miserable.

He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm and remember his mother’s Bene Gesserit teachings.

He continued to fight the urges until he couldn’t anymore and began to vomit profusely. Everything he had eaten and the recycled water he had drank was coming back up and falling into the sand.

Paul stayed in a hunched position on the ground puking up whatever was in his body until there was nothing left. Soon he was dry heaving and nothing else came up.

He groaned and wrapped his arms around his middle breathing heavily and trying to settle down as his heart raced from the intensity of his puking fit.

His stomach rumbled again this time lower. He slowly got up and stumbled to the nearest rock formation where he could relieve himself of the pain and whatever ick that was hurting his stomach and his intestines.

Once he got back to the Seitch he was going to need a long warm shower or bath or something that would ease the external ache and tension in his body and muscles.

He stumbled back to where he had been before kneeling on the sand and started heaving again his belly was empty now but it was still trying to force him to purge something. He wiped his mouth with his hand.

“All that moisture why?” Paul whimpered as he stayed kneeling on the hot sand.

He was struggling in the blazing heat with heavy gear all over him and he felt so sick. The heat only making his discomfort worse.,

Paul coughed and gagged but nothing came up.

He closed his eyes and wished he could just go home. And everything would go back to the way it was before.

He stayed like that for a while until he heard footsteps from behind him. He tried to get up thinking it was Stilgar to reprimand him for walking away from the Freman. Then he felt a comforting cool hand on his back.

He sighed with relief as he was guided to a seated position.

Chani he thought to himself. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her for fear of her going to complain about his physical weakness like her father would.

Instead she didn’t say anything. She sat next to him and mumbled something in Chakobska. Paul didn’t quite understand but she sounded concerned.

She rubbed his back and soothed him with her presence.

They stayed like that for a while. Until it was time to return to the Seitch.

Later

Chani helped Paul clean up and change into something more comfortable. Then helped him drink some healing spice melange.

Chani than joined Paul on his cot in his Yalu. Chani worried for him as he was getting sick so often.

But it could be from all the stress Chani reasoned with herself as she cuddled up with Paul on his cot under his blankets and they both fell asleep together.

[warriorpax]

What was the biggest dump that you ever took, Jenny?

"Hmm...good question, dearie...I never really cared to keep track." The landmass of a redheaded goth replied, a hand placed to her many chins in thought.

[secretobsessionstuff]

Messy and Miserable

-------------------------

Blair imagined the future with her soon-to-be husband. It was easy to see Dakota with permanent laugh lines around his eyes and grey streaks in his dark brown hair because that’s exactly what his father looked like. 

The two were already alike in mannerisms; all Dakota needed to catch up to his dad was 35 more years of labour and sun damage. Luckily for Dakota, his dad worked his ass off to make sure that his son would never see the same stress and hardships. Dakota would age gracefully—and Blair prayed—without the lasting symptoms of a stroke. 

Despite balance issues and numbness, Cyrus led them excitedly around the house, showing Dakota all the areas that he wanted to fix. “The kitchen needs new cabinets,” the man mumbled while he took them towards the basement. “You two will sleep down here. Careful, I’ve been meaning to fix this—this thing—” He gestured to the wobbly banister that looked to be falling out of the wall. 

“The banister?” Blair provided. 

“Yes!” Cyrus chuckled. “Sorry, the stroke knocked some words around in my skull. Can’t find them anymore.” 

The basement smelt stale and dusty, but Blair was beyond grateful to see that the pull-out couch had been assembled into a bed. They dropped their bags on the mattress, hearing the old springs groan underneath. Blair did not care that the room smelt like woodchips or that the bed was only the couch’s part-time job; all that mattered was that the basement had its own bathroom and that she could lie down. 

Cyrus offered tea and beef jerky—an odd combination that Dakota accepted readily. 

Blair remained seated on the bed with her arms wrapped around her torso. “You two go on ahead. I just need a minute to get settled.” 

Dakota nodded at her and ushered his dad up the stairs, saying, “It was a long drive.” 

Blair waited until she could no longer hear their conversation. Dakota was in the middle of chiding his dad for planning such intensive renovations so close to the stroke. This debate would continue throughout the weekend, but Blair did not hear the rest of it. 

She scurried to the bathroom while fumbling with the clasp on her pants. After the long drive, her belly was aching to find relief. Unhappy grumblings and bloating had made the morning drive quite unpleasant. It never got to the point where she immediately needed the washroom, but she had known that the inevitable would come.

And now the inevitable came in this small bathroom that Cyrus clearly seldom used. A tower of paint cans kept her company while her intestines squeezed themselves. Old cleaning supplies and sour-smelling mops watched her suffer with her pants around her ankles. The peeling yellow wallpaper matched her sickly complexion. 

Blair moaned and leaned forward. Why was this happening? She hadn’t eaten anything greasy or heavy the night before. She avoided coffee all this morning purposely because they’d be driving far. There was no reason for her stomach to feel so sick, and yet she remained stuck on the toilet for twenty minutes. Not even videos on her phone could distract from the hot, wet pain in her bowels. 

And she couldn’t tell Dakota about the war she fought with her gut because he’d been anxiously awaiting this weekend for a while. He felt a mix of anxiety and excitement about seeing his dad, both because the man was still in recovery and because their wedding was getting so close. 

…

“It’s in December,” Dakota said with a huge grin. He sat across from his father at the kitchen table. They chewed their beef jerky and sipped their tea. 

Dakota decided he would clean the pile of dishes after their conversation was over. He also added sweeping to the list of chores that his dad wasn’t keeping up with. The man thought he could gut the kitchen, but he couldn’t stand on his feet long enough to sweep the crumbs off the floor. 

“That’s wonderful, bear,” Cyrus said. “I’ll put it in my calendar. Maybe your sister can drive me.” 

“Has Logan been around a lot?” 

“Oh yeah.” Cyrus’s voice got raspy as he dragged out his already slow words. “Her and Levi visit every…oh, week or so.” There was a long pause. “…She said you’re not inviting your mother. Is that true?”  

Dakota looked down at his clasped hands, spinning his engagement band around his finger. Blair had insisted on getting him a simple band to match her ring since they knew they would have an extended engagement. It just didn’t seem right for Dakota’s finger to be bare for so long. He cleared his throat. “It’s true.” 

The house creaked and groaned loud enough to fill the silence between the two men. They heard water rush through the pipes and mice scratch inside the walls.

Dakota’s head swivelled in the direction of every sound except for the tapping of his father’s fingers on the table. He stared at the spot on the wall where the scratching came from. “I could get rid of those mice while I’m here. And I don’t mind fixing the banister. Maybe I can even—”

“Dakota,” Cyrus said. His father opened his mouth but then closed it. Finally, he just sighed and reached for his son’s hand. “God, you’re too much like me.” 

“Good.” Dakota placed his palm firmly on the table. “I don’t want to be like anyone else.” He made sure to keep his dad’s gaze on his eyes. “You fucking raised me by yourself. Why would I need anyone but you?” Dakota pushed himself away from the table and stood up quickly. “I’m gonna go check on Blair.” 

Dakota had gotten so caught up in the conversation that he hadn’t realize that an entire hour went by. All the while, Blair had not come upstairs.

The bathroom door was closed, and the light was on. Dakota sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to finish. 

The conversation with his father replayed in his mind. Most of the time, Dakota felt like a bad son for moving to the city. He hardly visited anymore. Ever since his dad’s stroke, Dakota knew that he should be doing more. His sister had a job and a husband, and yet she still found time to visit every damn week. Then again, Logan lived fifteen minutes away and she—

The bathroom door swung open, interrupting Dakota’s train of thought. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” Blair said softly. “Everything good with your dad?” 

“Yeah.” Dakota told her what they talked about: all the good parts and all the parts that made him question his decisions. 

The two of them hugged in the musty basement on the springy futon. It raised Dakota’s spirits immediately, but it might not have done the same for Blair. As he tried to pull away from the hug, he realized that Blair was still holding on tightly, keeping her head buried in his chest. 

“Bee?” Dakota began with a note of concern in his voice. “Are you alright?” 

Blair shook her head and mumbled into his chest. “I don’t feel well.” 

Dakota pulled back, keeping his hands on her shoulder to get a good look at her face. He realized now that the glean on her forehead was from sweat. Her skin was the colour of curdled milk. “You don’t look well either. What’s bothering you?” 

A long gurgle squirmed through Blair’s intestines, making her wrap her arms around her tummy. “My stomach is a mess. I’m having really bad diarrhea.” 

“Aw honey, I’m sorry. What can I do?” Dakota asked, touching her cheek. She leaned into his hand, letting him hold the weight of her head. 

She shrugged. “I don’t know…Does your dad have any pepto?” 

“I can ask.” 

Dakota bounded back up the stairs. His earlier anxieties about his dad’s health and the wedding were long gone; now all he cared about was making Blair feel better. It was remarkable how weak and pale she looked, as if her soul were being flushed out along with the bad stuff. The shadows under her eyes and the sunken look to her cheeks worried him more than he realized. 

“Is Blair okay?” Cyrus asked. He was still sat in the same spot as before.

Dakota shook his head. “She’s not feeling well.” 

“Stomach troubles?” 

“Yeah. How’d you know?” 

“She only flushed the toilet four times in the last hour.” 

Dakota was momentarily taken aback by his dad’s observational skills, then remembered what he came up for. “Do you have Pepto-Bismol?” 

“Sure do. And other stuff too.” Cyrus groaned and rose from the table. He puttered around the messy kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers. “I used to give you cut up bananas. That seemed to help. And a heating pad.” 

Dakota’s eyes followed his dad’s movements as he shuffled back and forth between the fridge and the cabinets. The topsy-turvy way that his dad moved gave Dakota a fright. He had to catch his dad at one point who braced himself on the counter. “Alright, you drunkard. Let me help.” 

The stairs to the basement creaked, making them stop in their tracks. Blair peaked out from the doorway, hugging herself. “Kota?” 

Before Dakota could reply, Cyrus jumped in. He grabbed Blair’s hands with his own shaky ones and led her to the living room. “Come on, darlin’. We’ll get you feeling better.” He plopped her down on the reclining chair. “Now you sit here. Get comfy. You can make the chair…um, you know…shit, you know…go back.” 

He showed her how to recline the chair as Dakota arrived with the medicine and a heating pad. 

“Put this on your tummy,” Cyrus said as if speaking to a child. 

“Dad, she knows how to do it,” Dakota chuckled. 

Blair grinned at the two of them and accepted the items. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Gah,” Cyrus groaned. “In a few months you can call me dad, so you might as well start now.” 

… 

“I miss taking care of you kids,” Cyrus said once he and Dakota were back at the kitchen table. They could hear Blair softly snoring from the living room. 

Dakota could tell that his dad was in a reminiscent mood, so he let him speak no matter how long it took to get the words out. 

“Of course, it wasn’t always…convenient,” his father said. “You and your sister pulled me from work more times than I can remember, always ‘cause of some bug going around.” Dakota liked to watch the glint in his father’s eye as he spoke. “One time I was taking you to hockey practice—or maybe it was a game, I can’t remember—anyway, you said you felt sick, but I just kept lacing up your skates. God, you threw up all over your…j-jersey and inside your helmet. I shoulda just listened to you from the beginning.” 

Dakota laughed. He remembered that day. He didn’t think he’d ever look back on that memory and smile, but now he couldn’t get the smirk off his face. “You learned a valuable lesson that day, dad.” 

“That I did,” Cyrus admitted. A thoughtful look came over his expression. “You’ve always known what you want—what works best for you.” Cyrus smiled at his son. “You’ve made a hell of a decision on a wife. I’m excited to see you get married.” 

The mice still scratched at the walls, but this silence was better than before…Until the sound of coughing and gagging startled them out of their memories. A harsh retch followed. 

“Oh dear,” Cyrus said, “sounds like she’s awake.” 

“It’s okay, dad. I got her,” Dakota said, gesturing for his father to remain sitting. 

Blair gagged over a puddle of vomit that covered the blanket. Stringy tendrils of saliva hung from her lips. Dakota got to her side just as another heave sent a rush of sick splattering in her lap. 

“Oh, babe. It’s okay,” Dakota cooed, helping her sit up. “I’ve got you. Just get it up.” 

“I’m sorry,” Blair mumbled in between mouthfuls of sick. 

“Shh, don’t worry.” Dakota rubbed her back, giving it small pats to encourage her. “Don’t fight it. Your belly is really upset.” 

The blanket was thick and caught the sludge of brown that fell from her lips. Pink flashes of pepto appeared in the puddle, but now her belly was digging deep into breakfast. Blair moaned with each heave that sent her shoulders rolling forward.

“Kota—” She burped up a small mouthful of vomit, before being able to catch her breath. “Ugh, I hate this.” 

Dakota used the corner of the blanket to wipe her mouth. “Everything will be alright. You’re in good hands.” 

Blair sniffled and looked around for a way to get out of this mess. “I have to use the washroom.” 

“Okay, let me take this.” Dakota wrapped up the blanket, folding the edges in to contain the mess. 

“I might need a bucket.” 

“I’ll be right there with everything you need.” Dakota nodded his head towards the end of the hallway. “Use the washroom up here. There’s a bathtub that you can use afterwards.” 

Blair waddled down the hall. Her tummy was a swirling wad of nausea and pain. She had managed to keep her pants clean while she vomited, but the intense burbling in her lower belly was getting angrier. 

Weak and dizzy, she sat on the toilet just in time for her muscles to let go. How could there be more left, she thought. Each spasm was wringing her dry. She felt as if her bowels were twisted up inside, knotted and writhing.

Nausea crept up Blair’s throat. If Dakota didn’t get here soon, she guessed that her clothes wouldn’t stay so clean—that or the floor. Judging by her lack of energy, Blair did not have the strength to avoid catching herself in the process. 

Her stomach writhed beneath her hand as her mouth filled with saliva. She gagged, thinking that this was it. But Dakota came through the door just in time. He took in the sight of her heaving and pushed the bucket beneath her chin. 

“Here we go,” he said, gathering up her hair with his other hand. “Why yes, I do have impeccable timing. It’s a gift.” Vomit splattered into the bucket with a plastic echo. He made a tsk sound with his tongue. “Good job, baby. That’s it.” 

Bitter green bile and red-hot diarrhea came out from either end, causing Blair to moan in pain and embarrassment. “God, this is so gross, Kota. I’m sorry.” 

“No, no,” Dakota insisted, though his voice sounded nasally as if he were congested. “You just focus on getting it all out.” 

Blair did not need to concentrate; her body did all the work. All she had to do was keep the black shadows from invading her vision. The lights wanted to dim, but she made sure to keep her eyes open. Dakota helped her stay on the toilet until she was done. 

“Empty now?” Dakota asked, setting down the bucket and helping her take her pants off. Blair nodded while she wiggled out of her clothing. “Careful.” Dakota helped her to the bathtub. “Move slow, like a tiny old lady with brittle bones.” 

Blair soaked in the warm water for a while, letting Dakota wash her hair. As she began to feel better, the insecurities surfaced. She felt like crying and wondered if Dakota could tell the difference between water and tears. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Yep, he knew the difference. 

Blair sniffled. “Your dad probably thinks you’re marrying a child.” 

Dakota burst out laughing. “Oh honey, that’s just terribly incorrect. We’ve had entire phone calls where all I talk about is your job, or your push-up record. He knows about every single time you carried me home from the bar. Trust me, he’s glad I have a responsible adult living with me.” 

Blair’s lips perked up with a smirk. “Okay…But be honest… am I super gross?” 

“No, you’re human and my dad is very familiar with that.” Dakota kissed her forehead. The lack of a joke was uncharacteristic, but certainly a good call judging by his fiancée’s fragile mental state. “When we’re done cleaning up, I’ll get him to tell you the story about my hockey game. Spoiler alert, I never even made it on the ice.”

as long as it’s messy and miserable for blair, i’m all for it 😈

oh it will be, don't you worry ;)

[sweetbubblies]

How do the planets, including black hole, react to constipation?

Sun: Huffy, whiny and generally just feeling sorry for himself, going to Moon for comfort

Venus: Feels bloated and awkward and spends the day drinking smoothies and sitting on the toilet until things...move along

Earth: Normally constipation is painful for them so they're sometimes in tears, it'll pass with time time but they'll be miserable until then .

Mars: Like an overtired toddler, testy and much more explosive than normal refusing to take help from anyone but his moons eventually convince him to settle down and take a bath. The warm water helps...

Jupiter: Louder than normal farts lots of groaning and moan since he's not used to the feeling but it's nothing a fiber smoothie cleanse won't fix

Saturn: Irritable and refuses to go out or be seen by anyone, secretly goes to either Jupiter or Neptune for help

Uranus: Honestly didn't notice until his stomach started hurting, ignores it. Ends up loading his pants by accident later.

Neptune: Brews himself a lot of tea straight away and goes a high energy stretch to get things moving

Black Hole: Stops eating and sleeping, constantly rumbling and fussing, which can be heard all over the solar system. A belly rub should help them settle down and help them poop

[investingestincest]

Ff..net really was a nightmare to navigate through. Whether it was the tags, ships or the content, people did NOT care about you or what you disliked, it was everyone for themselves and I learned that very, very quickly.

At least I learned about what squicks and NOTPs were thanks to that lol

[ohnomytummy]

Someone ought to indulge you with an extra large cheat meal and a laxative laced drink.

And then getting your poor aching gut rubbed and pampered for hours. What a sight you must be as you squirm to push it all out... ♡

Someone OUGHT to indulge me, anon, thank you. You know it’s a privilege to watch me squirm and hear my desperate moans after such a treat like that…I’m practically a prince who can’t help but be flustered thinking someone might see me in such a state, even though I want nothing more than a firm set of hands on my gut while I push and grunt out all the slop in my belly.

Would you be those hands if you treated me to that laxative belly bomb?