#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 ♡

[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.”

[pmak2002]

Food poisoning

You are awoken by Timothee shaking you awake. You hear a sound like a gag and a burp. Then you feel warm liquid dripping down the blanket and the smell is awful.

Immediately you sit up and turn on the light. Timothee is heaving and panting over the puddle of vomit on the bed. Looking absolutely miserable.

“Timmy bathroom go now!” You say as you slowly start to get up. It’s as if he can’t hear you. His gagging intensifies and he heaves bringing up more barf.

He finally looks up at you eyes glassy and unfocused he reaches for you puke dripping from his mouth. His face flushed and sweaty.

You practically scoop him up in your arms as you rush him into the bathroom not before he brings up more vomit all over the both of you.

He begins to cry and squirm in your arms. You set him down in front of the toilet and rush to deal with the sheets and your pjs.

When you get back timothee has moved from the floor onto the toilet. His hands wrapped around his stomach.

“Oh Timmy baby.” You frown

“I think you have a bad bug sweetheart.” You say worriedly.

He whimpers and curses under his breath.

“Food poisoning my food at dinner didn’t taste right.” He says weakly.

“Oh sweetheart why didn’t you say anything while we were there? Your parents, your sister or I could have told the waiter.” You tell him.

“We were having such a good time and I was so hungry. Ohh it hurts!” He whined.

“Oh sweetie I’ll get a bath started alright?”

He nods and watches as you start a warm bath for him.

Once he stops using the bathroom. You help him clean up and get him into the tub and helping him wash up. You feel his forehead and find it warm.

“Yup food poisoning alright. mon pauvre cher” you say sadly. You help Tim clean up then let him sit in the warm water for a while.

While you prep the bed for the long night ahead.

Extra layer of sheets on his side of the bed. A towel next to the bed and the puke bucket. You sigh heavily and hope he’ll be able to sleep even if it’s just for a little while.

You grab a fresh pair of boxers and a light shirt for him to wear to bed. He’s almost asleep In the tub when you go to get him out and changed.

“Come on baby let’s get you into fresh clothes.”

He nods and slowly gets out you wrap him in a towel first and he dries himself off.

Then you help him into his boxers. You gently rub his belly before helping him with his shirt. He whines as his stomach cramps up. You gently rub his stomach.

He goes to rinse out his mouth. You stay and rub his back as he does.

“Better?” You ask.

He nods and you help him back to bed. His hands wrapped protectively around his stomach.

“Hurts.” He whimpers.

“I know I’ll rub your tummy once you lay down.”

You get him comfy in bed and your German shepherd Kodak watches from his bed.

You join Tim in bed and he moves closer to be held and you rub his distended belly. You do that until you both fall asleep.

It’s not long before he’s up again and spitting into the bucket. Not gushing barf like he had before but you know it’ll be coming sooner than later. He burps and spits again. You gently pat his back.

“Don’t wanna throw up.” He whined before he lets out a loud burp from deep inside his gut.

“Oh sweetie I know you feel so yucky. But it’ll feel much better if it’s out of your system.”

You rub his back and try to soothe him soon the gushes of puke return as does his need to use the restroom.

This pattern continues throughout the night.

By the next morning you are wiped out from staying up all night with him.

He’s finally asleep though so you lay there and hold him as he sleeps. Playing with his sweaty curls.

You hear your phone buzz on the nightstand. You check to see and realize Pauline has texted you.

Pauline: how’s little bro? Mom said she got sick from her food last night. Dad and I are fine.

You: not good he started 🤮 at like 2 AM it was bad! All over the bed and him and I when I moved him to the bathroom. Start of a long night had to do laundry and run him a bath.

Pauline: Yikes! Need anything?

You: no he’s finally asleep fever of 102.7 but clearly still unwell feverish, pale, now that he’s asleep not as 🤮 or 💩 hopefully it stays that way for a while.

Pauline: ok didn’t need the visual aid

You: You had a baby recently and you’re telling me you don’t need a visual representation of how icky your baby brother feels?! 😝 Wow

Pauline: oh stop it 🤪 anyway let me know if I can help I have a baby but that doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you or bro. Hope he gets better quickly!

You: thanks Pauline hope your mom feels better soon too! This is crazy stuff glad we could avoid it at least!

Pauline: yeah I’ll keep you updated as long as you do with Timmy. bye Y/N

You: will do bye

You put your phone back on the nightstand carefully as to not disturb Timmy who’s dead asleep for the first time in a couple of hours.

You enjoy the silence for a few minutes.

Until Kodak the German shepherd comes bounding up the stairs ready for breakfast and outside.

“Ok ok dog hold on.” You carefully move Timmy closer to his side of the bed. Then get up to go tend to the dog.

As soon as you come in from taking Kodak out you hear the sounds of intense gagging and coughing.

You quickly take off Kodak’s leash and collar before running upstairs to find Timothee clutching the puke bucket and vomiting.

“Oh Timothee. Sweetie.”

You rush over to rub his back and calm him down as he cries through each bout of ceaseless puking. Finally it stops and you grab a tissue to wipe his mouth.

“It hurts everything hurts!” Tim cries.

“Shh I know baby.”

You feel his forehead, and he’s still warm to the touch. You use your thumb to wipe away his tears and you kiss his nose.

"Pauline texted. She said your mom got sick from her food last night, too. Your dad and Pauline are fine and she hopes you feel better soon, and if you need anything, she'll help, okay?" you tell him.

"But what about the baby and is mom ok? Tim asked weakly as he buried his head into your neck.

"Pauline said that just because of the baby. It doesn't mean she won't be here for us. She wanted to check on you and me. She said your mom is sick but she’s doing alright. Don’t worry.”

He nods and takes a deep, shaky breath. You play with his sweaty curls.

“mon amour, comment te sens-tu maintenant ?" You ask in your not-so-perfect french as you plant a kiss on his head.

"C'est horrible. Je pensais que je me sentirais un peu mieux qu'hier soir, mais ce n'est pas le cas." he replies.

"mon pauvre bébé." you respond and hold him a little tighter, and you feel his belly gurgle. Soon, he rushes off to the bathroom. You get up to grab an extra toilet paper roll and leave it outside the bathroom door if he needs it.

Then go tend to Kodak, clean the puke bucket out and clean the rest of the house to give Timothee as much privacy as possible.

You move the now clean sheets and clothes into the dryer and set about cleaning and checking the mail for any bills.

Once that’s done you go back upstairs and clean out the puke bucket in the bathroom, then you check on him.

You find Timothee in bed In only his boxers and socks. Spread out and sweating buckets in bed.

You return the bucket to its rightful place on the towel by his side of the bed.

You smile despite him being so so sick he looked so peaceful sleeping even though his curls were slick with sweat, he was awfully pale and his breathing was a little shallow

You run your hands through his curls and kiss his nose, forehead and checks. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles weakly.

“How we doing?” You ask.

“Icky yuck.” He whines.

You nod.

“Want to try some saltine crackers and Pedialyte?” You ask.

He thinks about it then nods.

“Good sign mon cher.”

You head to get him a small cup of pedialyte and a few saltines then return to the bedroom.

Timmy sits up in bed and pulls the blankets over his lap. You hand him the cup first and he slowly drinks it until the cup is empty. Then he takes the crackers and nibbles on them.

Once he finishes the crackers and puts the cup on the nightstand and curls up in bed again. He reaches for you. Kodak jumps up onto the bed to be included too.

You crawl into bed next to Timothee and hold him and rub his stomach until you both fall asleep.

After a long few days and nights Timothee felt better.

[pumpkingas]

Md/lb eprocto but w/o the ageplay likee

Imagine sitting in the living room after dinner when your son comes up behind you. "Mm mom my stomach hurts like crazy... Could you help me, please?" He'd plead and lift his shirt up so you can see how bloated he is, maybe you'd make a comment about him being too old but he's still your baby boy after all so you take him into your lap. He'd whimper softly and snuggle into Mommy's arms as you gently rub his aching belly, you'd feel the heat radiating off his skin and the gurgles vibrating his belly. "Thank you, mommy. I'd do it myself but your hands just work so well," he'd moan and tilt his head back before pushing a fart out into your lap. Normally he'd be so embarrassed but there's no need with mommy, he'd just mutter quietly "'scuse me..." Then move on. You'd squish and squeeze his achy tummy as he drills farts into your lap. "Oh fuck, mom, I've gotta take a shit. But I'll thank you properly after, yeah?" He'd give you a small peck on the lips before rushing off, leaving you to either play with yourself while huffing his lingering gas, or be a good mommy and actually wait patiently.

[ohnomytummy]

idk what i ate last night but i just woke up rlly needing to unload on a toliet.. my stomach was making some loud gassy noises before i fell asleep but i didn’t think much of it bcs that happens pretty often.

now i’m clenching for dear life (holding it in as long as i can ofc) and letting out some nasty short bursts of gas, i wonder what you could feed me to make my belly even more of a desperate mess..

Given it’s the fresh early morning, I don’t know a better answer than a pot of coffee and a big bowl of probiotic yogurt and granola 😋

Dear, I’d have your gurgling tummy in complete upheaval in a matter of a few big gulps. It doesn’t matter what horrid, sloppy meal you’ve stuffed into your belly the night before, this breakfast will surely have you clenching your stomach on the toilet before you know it.

I’m so proud of you for holding it in so well *lowers my face to your belly for kisses and firm rubs.* But I’m interested in seeing you more desperate than you’ve ever been, completely unable to hold it in any longer. I wouldn’t want you to make a mess….but I wouldn’t be shocked if you tried holding and accidentally ruined a nice pair of sheets….*licks a line from your belly button to your waistband.*

I’d pamper you in bed until you couldn’t handle it any longer, then listen to you groan and swear and wish for death as your belly revolts against all I’ve put inside it ❤️

[imill]

hi!! i was wondering if u have any xiao hcs? :)

i did some waaaay back but here’s new ones!!

general illness:

- very allergic to anything and everything

- extremely sensitive skin and nose, sneezes a lot

- gets frequent fevers

- is never not shaking

- sweats a lot?

emeto:

- can’t eat anythiiiing, gets horribly tummy aches

- gurgly af tummy. it’s so loud

- gets super gassy and has frequent indigestion

- embarrassed about burping and will try everything not to

- but goes absolutely wild when someone rubs his stomach, he will not be able to stop

- highkey emetophobic. it’s dirty, it’s gross, it shouldn’t happen to him

- super loud puker. like growling and gargling it out

- shakes a lot and needs to be held or he WILL make a huge mess

- long periods of agonizing nausea ft. his loud af tummy

- drools so much

- he is so ANGRY. why is this happening!!!!

- says he wants to be alone but needs someone there or he will panic

- refuses to talk when the nausea gets bad

- loud dry heaves, it takes a while before he actually vomits

- face gets super red and he can’t hold back tears

- hiccups afterwards

- will just. not recover. he’s miserable for the rest of the day

scat hihi:

- very frequently has diarrhea and it’s BAAAAD

- sits there with his head in his hands, just burping and farting to get rid of the pressure

- extremely ashamed and angry the entire time

- miserably rubbing his tummy and feeling the gurgles…. it’s so much….. his belly is so upset man…

- why does almond tofu betray him like this, what did he do

- will literally curl up on the floor afterwards. he is not okay. please hold him

[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.

[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.

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: They call me shitty stubble because I want to sit on Anders's face all day

[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 .......

[milfbro]

I'm a firm believer in using tumblr on firefox mobile. It's objectively the worst way to use this site but on the other hand, I can block almost all the new features and still use tumblr while taking a shit

[julianobungus]

Belos having an accident and trying to hide it

So like, I'm reading this in two ways, if you'll pardon my perversions:

He's been legitimately hurt and he's trying so hard to hide his obvious physical pain from his loved ones and peers.

He has to wear diapers and he had an 'accident' (regardless of whatever it exactly is) and he's so so so embarrassed and mortified. He can't change himself right now, and all he can do it wallow in his self-loathing and fear.

[imill]

Imagine Kaveh just recovered from a diarrhea illness, just to realise he spread it to alhaitham… also slay w ur Kaveh Diarrhea hcs

(anon wanted headcanons, specified in a second ask)

CW scat mention, but the whole thing is about diarrhea, so please no read-y if it makes you uncomfortable!

alhaitham is probably less bothered by getting sick than kaveh, who is. just so fragile man, i wanna hold him.

but yeah, it starts with a dull ache in his stomach that he blames on not eating right, he’s very aware kaveh is sick with something, but since he gets sick from anxiety so often, it doesn’t really cross alhaithams mind that it might be contagious.

but he finds out relatively quickly, later that night when he’s in bed reading, with kaveh trying to fall asleep next to him, still feverish and groaning. his stomach is making lots of noise so alhaitham thinks it’s all just coming from kaveh. some farts too bc he told kaveh he doesn’t care, as long as kaveh feels better. but the pain in his own stomach grows and he starts to feel just… unwell, ill.

he decides to lay down and falls asleep quickly, waking up just as quick, now drenched in sweat and scrambling to get up because it’s not just a stomach ache. curses as he sprints to the bathroom and doesn’t lock the door.

pulls his pants down and immediately something comes out, he rarely gets this sick but it’s bad this time. stomach rumbles loudly and it’s just. splattering into the toilet bowl. he is miserable.

has his head in his hands at first because he’s so tired but the cramps tear him to shreds, so he keeps trying to appease his abdomen and stomach by rubbing it. lots of “agh” “ow” “fuck”, etc. he’s super sweaty from fever too.

when he feels like nothing is coming out anymore, he cleans himself up and takes his temperature. yeah, he’s got a fever and a pretty bad one. spends some time with his eyes closed, holding himself up over the sink and just burping and spitting into it, then when he feels safe enough to go back to bed, he leaves the bathroom.

kaveh is awake and has probably thrown up somewhere, making a mess is his specialty. but he looks at alhaitham very concerned, asking him if he’s alright, he doesn’t look good, etc. alhaitham just goes “hmhm” and lays down again and kaveh waits a bit before whispering “you got it too, huh?” then maybe some sniffles bc he’s obviously a wreck and crying a little “i didnt mean to get you sick, im really sorry..”

[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.