#queasy tummy

[queenpink27]

Well I got a little pukey, I was really loud in this one!

[kinkybabygirlsworld]

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I just think it's so enticing when people are shameless about their bellies. shameless about lifting up their shirt and rubbing their belly when something looks yummy. completely unembarrassed when their pudgy stomach lets out a loud hungry growl. announcing their belly wants a food they see inside of it as soon as possible. groaning a little when their stomach lets out an unhappy gurgle. saying "that didn't feel so good" and bringing a hand to their tummy after a queasy gurgle. "I feel sick." "will you rub my belly?" letting out huge belches after eating a big meal with no shame at all and smacking their lips and patting their belly afterwards out in public at a restaurant. casually burping after drinking soda or alcohol with friends and not acknowledging the burp and just gently rubbing their belly. burping into their microphone while gaming and laughing when a girl says that was gross. "aw, you're not concerned about my stomach? don't worry I feel better after getting that uncomfy carbonation out." and belching again. letting out a big burp while having a conversation with someone and saying "I had a big lunch" while patting their tummy. a woman letting out a rumbly beer burp in a man's face after he hits on her at a bar and saying "ahhh I feel better." someone letting out a big burp after their partner jiggles their belly in bed and then mumbling a little before closing their eyes to sleep

[tummybubbles]

I feel like I’m going to barf all over the place…

Someone come rub my unsettled sour belly. 🥺

I’m so sick to my stomach 🤢

[blvk-cpl]

Another loud growl, but it’s not hunger. It’s sickly.

We just finished eating at the local Chinese buffet. It’s maybe been an hour. The shrimp from your 3 helpings of shrimp fried rice seemed a little off color (which I may have neglected to mention to you, whoops) but you enjoyed your meal. Now you’re on the bed, only in a crop top and panties, laying on your back with a hand on your tummy as it churns and swishes about. All that food inside isn’t digesting, merely swirling around against the walls of your stomach, causing your tummy to bloat and make you burp wetly into your fist. You moan and rub circles in your belly delicately, careful not to apply too much pressure and make your upset, sickly tummy sound off with wet churns and bubbly gurgles. I come into our dimly lit bedroom and catch you in your nauseous state. Your cheeks puff with every burp, sometimes filling up with your rancid meal. You swallow it back, unwilling to let it all spill out. Not yet, at least. I approach you closer, gently placing a hand on your tummy. It growls indignantly at my touch, sending some of its contents up your throat. You gain a pale green complexion, your belly sloshing sickly as your meal is returned back into it. You roll over to your side to get your belly away from my hovering touch, and you quickly find that this was a bad idea. Your belly sloshes and grumbles as all the food stuffed inside of it shifts and crashes against the wall of your belly, immediately prompting your cheeks to fill once again with your meal. You choke it down and groan. I sympathize for you, but we both know that I’m excited, and your thighs are getting increasingly wet. We’re both in for a long night. But we don’t mind. Not one bit.

[bellysoupset]

Jonah feeling sick and queasy and can’t stop burping. He’s desperate to get comfort from Leo and gets clingy. Leo is loving it. Loooveeee your writing!!

"No, JD, go away," Leo groaned, keeping his eyes closed, as he felt a soft touch to his cheek. It was nowhere near morning, he knew just by how dark it was behind his closed lids, and he wasn't ready to wake up yet.

There was a noise, then he felt JD curling up on the space behind his folded knees.... There was another touch and Leo frowned, confused in his sleepy state, "JD, stop it-" he opened eyes, saying automatically, only to meet Jonah's eyes.

It startled the living shit out of him and Leo scrambled up, causing his cat - that truly had been curled up by his legs - to let out a offended noise and jump from the bed.

"You couldn't have said anything!?" Leo panted, clutching his chest. He let out a nervous chuckle, "jesus, don't stare at me while I'm sleeping, Jon! That's creepy!"

"Uhm," was Jonah's answer, "I don't feel good."

Leo, wide awake after such a startle at 5:31 AM, raised his eyebrows. This was all very out of character, from Jonah confessing to not feeling well, to his whiny voice, to him waking Leo up in order to let him know.

"Okay..." Leo frowned, moving on the bed and falling against the pillows, "what's wrong?"

"Queasy..." Jonah grimaced, whole face scrunching up as he clutched his middle, "I feel crappy..."

Leo reached in without thinking, not bothering to muffle a yawn as he planted his hand to Jon's forehead and met the steady heat. Unsurprising.

"Yeah, angel, I think you caught my bug," Leo yawned again, opening an arm so Jon could cuddle against him, "c'mere."

Jonah let out a pitiful moan, promptly collapsing against him and sliding his hands under Leo's long sleeved shirt, so his cold fingers could press against his warm boyfriend.

"You smell really nice," Jon mumbled, sounding sleepily, burying his face on Leo's chest and intertwining their legs. Leo grinned to himself, sleep forgotten as he hugged the other man closer.

"Shhh, sleep," he cooed, hoping Jon could sleep through the worse of the illness. He started to rub his boyfriend's back without thinking and Leo was starting to drift off himself, when Jonah let out a groan and sat back up.

"Jon?"

"I-UAurp-" He grimaced, squeezing his tummy as a wet burp slipped past his lips. Their room was bright enough by now that Leo could tell he was blushing, "sorry, excu-Uuorp- Fuck."

"No, it's okay, don't apologize," Leo chuckled, sitting up as well, "whatever makes you feel better."

"It's not making me feel better..." Jonah scoffed, rubbing his face and ducking his head, muffling another sickly burp against his fist, "my belly really hurts..."

"Lie back, let me rub it for you..."

Jonah made a face at that, but he obeyed wordlessly, planting a hand over his face to shield away how much he was blushing. Leo bit down a smile, it was so rare he could get Jonah to fluster, he was enjoying it more than he should.

He pushed Jon's sweatpants down and his shirt up, scooting closer and down on the bed so he could comfortably rest a hand over the other man's stomach. It was slightly bloated, rounding near the belly button, and letting out a string of gentle noises, that probably felt anything but.

Leo was still quite sleepy, but it was getting close to the time his alarm would regularly go off, so as the minutes passed and he continued to press around Jonah's tummy, the more awake he felt.

It was quite relaxing, even if Jon kept squirming here and there, hand coming up to muffle the little nonstop burps.

"Feeling better?" Leo asked almost a full hour later, when his phone did go off and he quickly shushed it. He pressed a kiss to Jonah's exposed stomach, "babe?"

"Not really," Jon sighed, sitting up against the headboard, "I'm starting to think I should just puke and get this over with."

"You really don't wanna do that," Leo made a face in sympathy, "you have the flu, you'll regret starting it if the puking doesn't stop."

"Great," Jonah scoffed, rolling on his side and pushing Leo flat on his back, causing the blonde to let out a squeal at the sudden movement. Jon was unbothered, pressing his forehead to the other man's bicep and groaning, "this is so fucking uncomfortable."

"Your fever isn't high, but I think you should take some tylenol," Leo mumbled, voice breathless since Jonah was all but draped over him, "before it climbs up."

"I'm not moving," Jon's voice was muffled, "not-" as if his body had some sickening sense of humor, he sat up in a rush, a hand coming to cup his mouth and Leo scrambled out of the way to avoid getting puked on.... A small, tiny wet burp came up.

"Well that was dramatic," Leo teased him, rubbing Jon's back, "you're really not feeling well, uh?"

Leo's touch felt incredibly comforting, but not enough. Jon let out a groan, burying his face in his hands, "no-no…" he could barely keep the words in his mouth. There was a disgusting flavor on his tongue, the kind of flavor that made his mouth fill up with bitter saliva. He pressed his palm harder against his mouth and felt his throat spasm, forcing him to swallow down another wet burp. "God, it just won't stop."

"Breathe, Jon…" Leo said helplessly, scratching his back, "just breathe, baby."

"I… I can't…" His nose scrunched up as he attempted to take an even breath. He burped again and again, his eyes squeezing shut until the room was a dark, hazy blur. Leo's hand felt cold on his back, but it was such a pleasant touch that the coldness didn't matter. "I need to… to throw up…"

"Okay," Leo sighed, grabbing his arm, "let's go to the bathroom, c'mon… C'mon, love, this is the fancy blanket your mom sent from London, you don't wanna puke on it."

"Urgh, I really don't..." Jonah groaned, allowing Leo to pull him up. The minute he was on the vertical position, though, a woozy feeling washed over him, as if all the blood was rushing to his toes. His stomach flipped and he was so caught up on not passing out, a bunch of black dots dancing in front of his eyes, that Jonah had no control when a sudden heave hit him.

He hadn't eaten much at dinner, but whatever was swirling in his belly had been thoroughly digested and splattered in a horrible acidic jet against Leo's sweatpants and the bottom of his shirt.

Jonah fell flat on his ass on the bed when his boyfriend dropped him and he immediately shook his head, embarrassment and humiliation overriding the nausea, "shit, Leo, I'm so sorry- That's so gross, I'm-" a retch came over him again and Jonah coughed, pressing his hand to his mouth and fighting his stomach, the nerves now joining the overall unpleasantness.

"Jon, Jonah- Jonah," Leo scoffed, grabbing his shoulder, "darling, it's fine. "

"It's not fine, it's disgusting," Jonah groaned, sounding terribly whiny and Leo muffled a chuckle at that. He was so ridiculous.

"Alright, it's pretty gross, so let's move you to the bathroom so I can strip these down, okay?" he switched approach, grabbing his boyfriend's arm once again, "c'mon, lean on me."

At a snail pace, they made it to the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry," Jon repeated, his voice echoing since he was already leaning over the empty toilet. Leo rolled his eyes.

"It's no big deal," he stripped down his messed up sweats and balled it all up, leaving it on the sink to deal with in a minute. Then he filled up a glass with water and crouched down just in his boxers next to Jonah, "here, rinse your mouth and take a sip for me."

"Not gonna..." Jonah gulped down, shaking his head, "won't stay down."

"I don't care," Leo urged him to drink, tipping the bottom of the glass when Jonah shakily took it to his lips. His boyfriend glared at him, taking one large gulp and then immediately turning to the toilet as if he was about to vomit. Instead, just a nasty burp came up and Leo opened a triumphant smile.

"You'll be fine in no time," he promised, before tapping the other man's arm, "let me get you a new shirt, you sweat through this one."

"Ew," Jonah sniffled, slumping against the toilet and looking terribly pitiful. Leo rolled his eyes, planting a kiss to his temple.

"Would you quit that?" he squeezed Jonah's nape, crushing the curls that had glued down, "sickness and health, Jonah."

"Haven't-" Jonah groaned, leaning even more and letting out another sickly burp, "haven't proposed yet..."

Leo's cheeks caught on fire and he was glad Jon was too busy trying not to be sick to pay him any mind. He cleared his throat, "I'm gonna go get you a shirt..."

"Uhm," Jonah sighed, resting his cheek on his arm to avoid facing the toilet seat, eyes pressed closed, "would you say yes, though?"

Leo froze at the door, considering for a second just pretending he didn't hear the other man's breathy question. His heart leaped up to his mouth, "Jonah..."

"I'm not proposing, I just- Ugh, just wanna know," Jon gagged in his fist once more, grimacing.

"That would be a really shitty way to propose," Leo said, squeezing the doorhandle of the bathroom door and trying not to let his huge, face splitting smile show on his voice, "but I'd say yes."

"You've got terrible standards," Jonah scoffed, forcing his hazel eyes open. Even looking corpse grey and drenched in sweat, there was still an amused hint to his eyes, "so... you're gonna get me a shirt?"

[mybellyaches]

What a day! I was already planning on starting this blog, and what's better than starting ot on the same day that I have a horrific stomach ache! I don't know what I ate or what I did. All I know is that my stomach is loudly protesting (which it NEVER does). I can also feel a bout of constipation coming on... yaaaaaaay 😭

[tumbluuurp]

Something’s not right.

I know I haven’t been feeling my best all day, but I thought it was secondhand queasiness and tummy ache from my coworker, who’s been sick recently.

But now I’m back from my second toilet trip and I can definitely say, my stomach doesn’t feel good.

Like, rumbly and kinda crampy and that yucky pressure you only hear about in sickfics.

I feel like my poor belly is in for a rough night.

[kingbuffy]

I'm re-reading Flowers in the Attic for the first time since I was a preteen so it's like looking at something with brand new eyes. I missed out on so many implications when I was young; it's crazy how obvious things were so fucked up even before they go to Grandmother's. But I was the same age as Cathy when I first read it so I felt the same way as she did. And now it's so different...

[ickynights]

Finals season stress

Ivan + Seongmin

Seongmin’s older sister had warned the younger just how difficult his first finals season would be in college but he didn’t expect it to take over his life like this.

He prided himself on the neat arrangement of his side of the dorm, a stark contrast to his roommate and boyfriend, Ivan, whose space often looked more ‘lived-in’. Where Seongmin’s area was a model of college tidiness, with every book and note in its rightful place, not a piece of trash in sight. Dorm room magazines had nothing on him.

All of his attempts to stay the cleanest student in the dorm building held zero meaning now. Now, his room was nearly unrecognizable.

His once pristine desk was scattered with countless open textbooks, overlapped with papers covered in sticky notes which barely could be considered eligible. Half-empty coffee mugs and mounds of snack wrappers throughly filled the rest of the empty spaces. His laptop, buried under a mound of class handouts and old quizzes, buzzed with notification reminders of upcoming deadlines. The clothes that were usually folded neatly in the closet or tucked away in drawers, were draped over the back of his chair and cluttered atop his bed, some of which he wasn’t even sure were clean.

Normally, Ivan would tease his boyfriend about such a drastic change, but even he couldn’t bring himself to find humor in the situation this time. Although Ivan was busy with his own exams and essays, he couldn’t help but focus on how much of a mess his boyfriend had become.

Throughout the first semester, Seongmin had diligently prepared healthy meals for both himself and Ivan, almost never opting for the school’s cafeteria shitty food. However, over the past two weeks, his diet had taken a drastic turn. The poor boy had lived off of only two large family packs of Goldfish and far too many slices of cafeteria pizza for his belly’s comfort.

Ivan tried to convince Seongmin to at least throw some fruit into the mix but he was only met with an eye roll and a quiet no thanks. The only thing Ivan could do was watch as his once perfectly put together boyfriend practically wither away in stress induced malnourishment, and hope Seongmin could become himself again after finals ended.

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"Could you turn your show down a bit?" Seongmin groaned, his eyes glued to his English textbook. "I know you've finished all your work, but I still need to get through this essay."

Ivan obliged and lowered the volume of the Tv, and casted a sympathetic glance at Seongmin, “Why don’t you take a break to eat, baby. My mom brought over food earlier, it’s your favorite.”

Seongmin looked up from his laptop, something he was sure he hadn’t done all day. He noticed how concerned his boyfriend looked and his stomach practically screamed at him to put actual food in it, but he just simply didn’t have the time to eat anything.

“I have an hour left till this essay is due and I need to revise more,” Seongmin started, trying to ignore the instant eye roll he received back, “But, I promise the second I submit this essay, I’ll sit down and eat with you. Please bear with me, honey. You know I don’t like this any more than you do,” Seongmin pleaded, his expression morphing into a small pout that he hoped would soften Ivan’s frustration.

“Fine, but just so you know, I’m not letting you leave this room until you finish everything she’s made,” Ivan answered roughly, pushing himself up from the couch with an audible sigh of frustration. “I’m serious, Seongmin. You can’t keep skipping meals like this. It’s not healthy, and I won’t stand by and watch you run yourself into the ground,” Ivan added, his tone firm but tinged with worry.

“I appreciate your concern, Ivan, but you’re not my keeper,” Seongmin retorted, his voice sharp and eyes narrowing slightly in frustration. “I know my own limits, okay? I just need to get through this essay, and then I’ll eat—like I said. I don’t need a lecture on top of everything else right now.”

Ivan sighed heavily, the frustration evident in his voice as he grabbed his jacket. “You say that, but you’ve given me this promise like five times this week and guess what? You haven’t kept it once,” he pointed out sharply, his expression tight with irritation. Throwing on his jacket, he added, “So, excuse me if I’m not exactly overflowing with trust right now. Eat whatever you fucking want. I don’t care anymore.” Ivan left, slamming their door.

Seongmin watched silently as his stray papers swayed in the draft, the light rustling sound punctuating the tense silence left in the wake of their argument. His eyes lingered on the door, almost hoping his boyfriend would turn around and come right back in to make up with him.

With a heavy sigh, Seongmin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The room felt emptier without Ivan’s presence, and the weight of his words lingered in the air. Despite his annoyance, Seongmin knew Ivan was right. He had been neglecting his health, and his promises to take care of himself had fallen unanswered. Seongmin debated running out of the room to chase after Ivan but he knew the older needed space.

Taking a deep breath in, Seongmin focused himself back on his essay in hopes to finish in it in record time. Logistically, he knew exactly how to make it up to Ivan— the simple gesture of actually listening to him and eating the home cooked meal.

It didn't take long for Seongmin to finish editing the essay and submit it. While it wasn't as well-written as his previous work, he reasoned that one B couldn't hurt. Besides, he'd much rather prioritize making Ivan happy than obsess over the quality of his essay, that barely mattered in the long run.

Seongmin quickly got up from his chair and walked over to the microwave, where he knew Ivan had left the pre-made food. Opening the microwave, he found a large, steaming casserole dish filled. The enticing aroma of spices and slow-cooked flavors filled the air, making his mouth water in anticipation. The dish was a colorful array of tender chicken simmered in a spicy tomato sauce, mixed with bell peppers, onions, and black beans.

The food looked absolutely delicious, but Seongmin couldn't fathom how he was expected to finish the whole thing. There was no way Ivan's mom had made the dish just for him. Yet, Ivan had specifically instructed Seongmin to finish it all. He could very well had just been saying that out of anger but Seongmin was determined to appease his partner.

As Seongmin started eating, he found the dish to be incredibly tasty. Each bite was a mix of flavors and textures that reminded why he always chose to eat home cooked meals in the first place.

Seongmin continued eating, he could feel himself growing increasingly full and uncomfortable. Not even halfway through, he noticed his belly straining against his sweatpants. It audibly protested, signaling it was ready for him to stop. However, Seongmin was determined not to let Ivan down.

Despite his determination, Seongmin’s body began to rebel against the onslaught of food. With each bite, his stomach got increasingly more bloated the pressure in his belly building to an almost unbearable level. He shifted on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it offered little relief.

Seongmin rarely burped, finding the act rather disgusting. However, as he continued to eat, not a minute went by without a small (or large), involuntary burp escaping him. Each one seemed to release a bit of the pressure building up in his stomach, offering a momentary reprieve from the discomfort.

After what felt like an eternity, Seongmin finally finished the last bite of food. Despite feeling queasy and the slightest movement threatening to send him rushing to the bathroom, he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the empty dish and his very bloated belly. With a sense of accomplishment mingled with discomfort, he sent the photo to Ivan, proof that he had indeed finished it all.

Seongmin carefully lowered himself back onto the couch, letting out a low groan as he felt the contents of his stomach swirl uncomfortably. The gurgling was becoming more and more concerning, with Seongmin watching in awe as he could practically see them rippling across his upper belly.

Seongmin had been no stranger to an upset tummy with how much junk he’d put into himself for the past week but this by far worse than anything he had ever experienced. The discomfort was becoming unbearable, and Seongmin was unsure if he’d even be able to digest all the food he just ate.

Just as he was about to roll over and try to sleep off the pain, he felt his phone vibrate with a notification. Seongmin moaned as he reached over to look at his phone.

The message from Ivan read, “Baby, please tell me you didn’t actually didn’t eat all that food?”

Seongmin rolled his eyes, wasn’t that exactly what the older had told him to do…

“That’s what you told me to do, was it not?” Seongmin replied, feeling a bit guilty for his obvious upset tone. But his tummy was hurting, who could blame him!

Ivan responded within seconds, “I was just kidding, baby! You must be feeling so sick :( I’m on my way home now, try to relax until then.”

Seongmin felt his belly loudly grumble as he read Ivan’s text. He glanced down with an apologetic look spread across his face. He had put the poor thing through hell over an exaggeration. Placing his hand onto his stomach, he rubbed it gently, wincing as it cramped, almost as if it was chastising him.

Thankfully, to Seongmin and his stomach's relief, Ivan arrived back at the door quickly with a bag full of medicine and waters in hand.

Ivan rushed over to Seongmin, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, dropping the bag onto the coffee table and placing his hand on Seongmin’s tummy.

“My tummy hurts,” Seongmin whined, leaning into Ivan’s touch.

Ivan frowned and used his other hand to caress his boyfriend’s lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I really didn’t think you’d take it literally,” he apologized, his voice filled with remorse. Leaning in, he kissed Seongmin gently, afraid to hurt him further. “I got you some medicine that should help it all digest easier. You think you can handle them right now?”

Seongmin nodded weakly, willing to try anything to get his stomach to settle. He sat up slowly, holding onto Ivan’s arm for balence, he took the medicine and swallowed it with the water, hoping for some relief.

The two settled into the couch, with Ivan lying behind Seongmin. He hummed softly as he rubbed gentle, soothing circles onto the younger’s belly. Seongmin closed his eyes, feeling the tension slowly drift away under Ivan’s touch. The rhythmic motion of Ivan’s hand was comforting, and Seongmin couldn’t help but relax into the embrace. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of Ivan’s soothing tune and the upset gurgling from Seongmin’s stomach.

Seongmin drifted off to sleep, the gentle rhythm of Ivan’s hand on his belly lulling him into a peaceful slumber. Ivan continued to rub Seongmin’s stomach, his touch light and soothing.

Ivan’s hand stilled as he felt the rumbles coming from Seongmin’s stomach grow more intense. He tried to follow their source, his brows furrowing in concern. Seongmin shifted slightly in his sleep, a soft moan escaping his lips. Ivan debated on whether to wake up the younger or not. It was obvious to him, Seongmin’s belly had zero plans on allowing the meal to stay inside it much longer, but Ivan didn’t want to disturb his boyfriend’s rest— he barely had any all week.

After a moment’s hesitation, Ivan gently shook Seongmin awake, his voice laced with concern. “Seongmin, wake up. Are you feeling okay?” he asked, his hand still resting on Seongmin’s belly. Seongmin stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Ivan, confusion and discomfort evident in his expression. Before Seongmin could whine about being woken up, he felt his stomach harshly lurch. Seongmin barely even awake, turned to the side and retched violently, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the floor beside the couch.

Ivan quickly got up and grabbed the trash can, placing it under Seongmin just in time as he vomited again, his body heaving with each retch. Ivan rubbed Seongmin’s back soothingly, while also holding him upright to help ease the strain on his body. Seongmin’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he continuously emptied the contents of his stomach into the trash can.

After a few minutes, the retching ended, and Seongmin slumped back into Ivan’s hold.

“I’m here, Seongmin. You’re going to be okay,” Ivan whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. He continued to rub Seongmin’s back soothingly, his touch gentle and comforting. “Do you think you’ll be sick again?”

Seongmin shook his head weakly, moving away from the trash can. “Just want to sleep now,” he mumbled, leaning back to lay down on the couch.

Ivan nodded understandingly, helping Seongmin get comfortable before lying down beside him. He wrapped an arm around Seongmin, pulling him close, and began to gently stroke his hair, soothing him back to sleep.

[queenpink27]

Well I got sick tonight, I smoked then ate alot.. I was vomiting up the Cheetos, Mtn dew, spaghetti and ripples orginal chips, and peanut butter square peanut butter cookies.

[tummybubbles]

Went to the pumpkin patch yesterday and before bed last night ate 12 apple cider donuts. Woke up with the worst tummyache. I’m going to spend all day moaning in bed and trying to settle this sugary bellyache 🤢 I don’t feel so good…

[lyteandronix]

The stomach buggus nastius got Quicky too. He's feeling queasy.

[blvk-cpl]

Things are getting uneasy.

We just left our cute carnival date. We played games, saw the attractions, and ate our fill on greasy, sugary carnival food. Now here’s the part you’re dreading. The ride home. Your full, content tummy cringes at the thought of the windy roads leading back home. I’m totally oblivious to the fact that you get extremely motion sick. Especially on a full tummy. We ride out, I’m holding your hand and talking about whatever, and your hearing is muffled as you’re dialed in on the slow, flipping churns of your tummy. It bubbles sickly, and you try to stifle a burp. I hear your tummy protest the bends. I look over to you. “You doing okay babe?” You nod, afraid to open your mouth as your tummy sloshes the funnel cake and other foods into your throat. I think something is up, but I don’t want to prod. Your hand leaves mine and palms your tummy. It shifts and churns under your hand. Your insides are getting hot, your tummy is starting to feel wobbly. You’re nauseatingly aware of every churn, every bubble. Every slosh brings you closer to losing your lunch all over the car. We hit a rough bend, and your stomach is pissed. You burp wetly, tasting bile and sugar lap at the back of your tongue. “Babe?” I ask, concerned. You clasp a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. Your stomachs contents are bubbling, churning wildly against the entrance to your tummy. Your face pales. You’re running out of time. Your belly gurgles again, long and sickly. We have 10 minutes till we get home. Can your tummy hold out?

@uremetomommy :)

[bellysoupset]

For the mini-fic, could I ask for tight loud belly gurgles with sick Jon and Leo? (If Luke and Bell were there too would be super fun, but whatever works for the scenario, I love me some sick Jon).✨️💙 @writing-whump

Making the most out of my little weekend at the cabin scenery!

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"C'mere," Leo chuckled, grabbing the back of Jonah's sweater and tugging on it with all his force, causing the other man to let out an strangled, offended noise as he fell down on the big cushion Leo was sitting on as well.

They were all outside the cabin, sitting around the fire pit. It was a chilly night, after a full Saturday of activities and Leo was more than a little tipsy, happily pressing his lips to Jon's cheek when the other man let out a scoff and grumbled about him stretching his sweater.

"So you're going to specialize in entertainment?" Luke asked, eyebrows raised and Leo was reminded he was actually holding a conversation to begin with.

"Not entertainment," Leo yawned, downing the rest of the wine in his mug — yes, mug, much to Jonah's horror —, "intellectual property law. Everything surrounding things people have created and must be protected-"

"That's really cool," Vince praised, looking genuinely impressed, "so authors and stuff?"

"As well as brands, artists..." Leo shrugged, then let out a surprised chuckle when he felt Jonah all but collapse against his side, completely giving up on the conversation.

He looked away from their friends — Bella was sprawled on the grass, only her head resting on Luke's lap. Leo was pretty sure Wendy had fallen asleep against Vince's bicep, the poor girl was worn after having just recovered from strep and driving 4 hours on top of a hospital shift — to Jon.

Jonah looked almost as tired as Wendy, but unlike her slack, peaceful face, Jon had pained lines around his mouth.

"You alright?" Leo whispered, trailing a hand up his boyfriend's back and frowning, tuning out the others.

Jonah started to nod, but then he shook his head, sitting up straight, "I'm going to bed," he announced.

"Already?" Bella pouted, wide awake, "it's only 9, old man."

"I overdid on the wine, I'm sleepy," Jonah cleared up, then waved Leo off when he went to stand up as well, "no, stay, I'm just gonna sleep it off-" he yawned again and then walked back inside.

Leo sighed, not happy to be dismissed, but also not wanting to go in just yet either. It was a really nice night, just chilly enough for the bonfire and so there were no mosquitos, with the stars dotting the sky.

They talked for another hour or so, Leo sliding down the daybed cushion until he was practically fully lying down, talking about work — Luke was particularly interested —, about Bella's new RPG campaign-

"I really cannot wrap my head around you playing table top RPG. Like those kids from Stranger Things?" Leo frowned.

"I'm not a loser boy and it's not the 80s, so no," Bella scoffed, "I'll have you know I'm a super hot barbarian."

"Of course you are," Vince teased her lightly, "I need you to help me run a campaign with my thirteen year olds."

"Are you on some contest for coolest teacher?" Bella poked fun at him, "damn, buy the kids ice cream while you're at that-"

Leo laughed at them, turning his head towards the large cabin up the hill and frowning as he realized the room he guessed was his and Jon's still had the lights on.

"Y'all, I think I'm going inside," Leo decided and heard a chorus of Goodnight Leo as he walked away.

True to what he expected, Jonah was still awake. The lights were on and he was lying on top of the blankets, in his pajamas, an arm thrown over his face in order to block the light out.

"Sleepy, uh?" Leo asked, stumbling inside and grabbing on the doorway to steady himself. He hadn't felt just how sloshed he was while sitting down, but standing it was painfully obvious.

"I am sleepy," Jonah groaned, "but my stomach won't let me sleep."

"Aww angel, what's wrong with your tummy?" Leo cooed, closing the door and crawling on the bed, immediately grabbing the silk shirt of Jon's pjs and pushing it up to his chin.

Drunk, he didn't bother biting down a dreamy sigh at Jon's exposed midriff. Despite Leo's teasing about him abandoning gym, that wasn't exactly true. He no longer exercised every day like Leo still did and he no longer weight lifted, but he did still go in once a week, for the aerobics. On top of that, Jon had joined Bell's boxing class.

His stomach, that once had a hard six pack that was akin to Leo's, now was soft, a little squishy, and tonight it was bloated and round.

"What are yoOU DOING?!" Jonah squealed, as Leo didn't think twice before leaning in as if to kiss his belly, but instead opted for biting it, "Leo!"

"Your tummy is cute," he smiled, pressing a kiss to where he had just bit and slumping across the bed, half his body resting on Jonah's thighs and trapping him in place, "you're cute."

"You're drunk," Jonah groaned, blowing out a little queasy burp, "and it's not cute, I feel really gross."

Leo trailed his fingers up the middle of his boyfriend's belly, as if they were walking. Even bloated by the wine and soft by the lack of exercise, there was still a concave line there, marking the quadrants of his abs.

Once he almost reached Jonah's chest, Leo opened his hand flat against the other man's skin, rubbing a soft circle there, "help- Oh ow," the blonde raised his eyebrows when his touch caused a gurgle to ripple through Jon's tummy, emitting a whine.

Jon brought a fist to his mouth and burped into it, making a face at the taste, "ew."

"Let me know if I'm making it worse," Leo mumbled, looking away from his face and focusing his whole attention on his boyfriend's belly. He continued the gentle, strong circular rubs on his upper stomach, until the gurgles died down and then moved his hands down, searching for another tight spot. As soon as he touched Jon's belly button, the other man darted a hand up and cupped his mouth, letting out a wet, sickly belch.

His tummy gurgled and whined, vibrating under Leo's touch, "sounds so upset..." Leo whispered, mesmerized, then digging his thumb on Jon's side and rubbing little circles from the side towards the navel.

"Gentle, you're gonna make me puke," Jon groaned, as his belly whined again, "Leo..."

"Sorry, sorry," Leo eased up the pressure, before slightly lowered on the bed and planting an elbow on the mattress, supporting his head with his free hand. He leaned in and kissed Jon's softer under tummy, right where his pajama' pants met it. This close he could feel and hear the constant gurgling and whining coming from the sickly organ, "you poor thing-"

"Yeah, you sound very sorry about it," Jonah scoffed, but didn't push him back, "you don't think it's disgusting?"

"Your tummy?" Leo blinked owlishly at him, bewildered, "no?!"

"But it's making all sorts of gross noises..." Jonah's cheeks turned dark with a blush and Leo let out a scoff, moving again and then resting his cheek against the other man's belly, now hearing very clearly every upset gurgle.

"I think it's super cute," he clarified, "hell, I never think any part of you is gross, Jon."

"Aren't you a romantic," Jonah scoffed, but even without looking up Leo could hear the relief in his voice. He reached in without thinking, starting to pet Leo's hair, not telling him to move, "the pressure is helping, don't move."

"Okay," Leo whispered, closing his eyes and allowing the little symphony of gurgles to lull him to sleep.

[shikanji]

I don't wanna jinx it so soon but.... 👉👈💖👀?

[t4tstarvingdog]

real question. willforcing a stomach ache help me get over the Tender Tummy era rn or will it knock me down and out for the night before i’m done cleaning