#stomachache

[boytumms]

His eyes are too big for his stomach, maybe next time he shouldn’t pick the biggest fig in the tree…

[troubled-tums]

The pizza I had really disagreed with me… You guys seemed to like the video I posted so I thought I’d take another one. Sorry I’m groaning so much.

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Tummy gurgles are so fking hot,, listening to someone’s belly audibly struggle to digest after a big stuffing… getting to rub their belly or watching them rub it themselves. Drives me crazy fr

[fieldexplores]

Fuecoco doesn't learn a lesson

[sickficideas]

imagine if atsushi's stomach is super sensitive when it comes to any sort of carbonated drink because he never had a chance to try it in the orphanage, so his stomach is just not used to it at all. Ranpo convinces him to try soda for the first time and poor Atsushi ends up vomiting because his tummy can't handle the fizziness

after that experience, he stays away from carbonated drinks for the most part but maybe at an office party or whatever, he's a little tipsy and ends up drinking some sort of bubbly alcoholic drink. He gets all hiccupy and he's trying to hold back lil burps and just isn't having a good time anymore. He has to deal with his tummy churning and nausea in the back of his throat for the rest of the night. Being drunk makes the experience worse. He ends up being able to keep it down until he gets home, which is when he stumbles into the bathroom and pukes his guts out.

i like to think that maybe akutagawa was waiting for him at home or smth and is just so confused when atsushi throws up?? he's like, damn, i didn't know you were THAT drunk and atsushi is like it was the fucking bubbles lol

this is so cute😭😭 i love the idea that he couldn't pinpoint it at first and assumed it was just that specific drink that made him throw up, but a few different sodas later helps him realize it's just the carbonation....😭 and maybe he hopes the alcoholic ones are different somehow so he doesn't even think of it until his stomach starts hurting and then he realizes 😭😭

Akutagawa totally doesn't believe him at first but he slowly realizes that Atsushi is coherent for the most part while he's throwing up and he's like okay maybe it was just the bubbles ..... Atsushi groaning over the toilet and swearing he's never going to drink anything bubbly ever again 😭😭💔

[thetumarchive]

Feedist Library Prompts

- A comes in to the library once a week to return a cookbook and take out a different one. B can't help but notice that each week A comes in, they're a little softer than before.

- A is hungry but B is busy reading so A whines about being ignored with the librarian constantly telling them to hush. But then their stomach growls loud enough for the whole library to hear it and B, red as hell, finally puts their book down.

- Similarly, A is reading while absentmindedly rubbing B’s stuffed tummy. B is mortified as they burp and it echoes through the library.

- There's no eating in the library, but A always sneaks in food anyway. B, the observant librarian, notices and tries to confront them, but A scarfs down all of the evidence. After witnessing the resulting upset stomach of A, B decides not to bother them anymore.

- A and B are studying for an exam and every time B gets a question right, A feeds them a treat. B aces the exam but also packs them on.

- A accidentally leaves their browsing tab open and B discovers they were looking at feedism porn. B also discovers that they’re into it.

- A has developed a sedentary lifestyle behind the circulation desk. They mostly just type in data while drinking several cups of overly sweetened coffee. B, their coworker, has started bringing them pastries to go with it.

- The library has a game day with pizza, cake, and soda. Nobody shows up because A got the date wrong, and B, seeing how sad A is, makes sure none of it goes to waste.

[collabsfullfillment]

Giving him a tummyache bc I love projecting all my problems onto him

Min0rs/pr0ship/"SFW only" DNI! 18+ only! AGELESS BLOGS LIKING/REBLOGGING WILL BE BLOCKED!

[goawaygoodday]

Finally made a new account after lurking for forever 🙃

I like guys with tummy aches who become whiny, dramatic, pouty creatures when they have an aching belly. Submissive men who overeat and then beg for belly rubs and can’t stop moaning about their tummies aching makes me 🫠

There’s some cross over/adjacent kink stuff that I don’t mind and can be hot sometimes but,

basically the only thing I’m into is guys with tummy aches 😍🥺🫠

[pmak2002]

There was something peaceful about laying on the bathroom floor with your sickly husband asleep on top of you.

He had a terrible stomach bug that had been keeping him up all night. You enjoyed the quiet that had finally settled in your small bathroom.

You laid awake as you played with Timothee’s sweaty curls.

You were grateful that he was finally able to get some rest. He had been miserable all day and now he was up during the night too.

You peppered kisses on his head and hummed to yourself. You could hear the sounds of NYC outside the window of the apartment building.

Timothee’s stomach gurgled uncomfortably as he laid ontop of you. Only wearing tank top and shorts as he was sweating buckets.

You rub his back and coax out a few burps and farts from him. His normally slim body was bloated from gas and it made him miserable and uncomfortable. Despite the bed made from multiple blankets and pillows on the floor next to you.

Timothee had rolled over to lay on you instead. He only wanted to be held while he slept. So you were stuck until his body decided it needed to purge itself. Thankfully he had been asleep for a while and you hoped it stayed that way.

You don't know how long you are out for. But when you wake up Timothee has gotten up groaning in pain clutching his stomach. He looks at you eyes glassy and tired.

His stomach making horrifically loud noises that sound like they really hurt.

timothee groans and rushes over to the toilet to have bad diarrhea, his shorts around his ankles and his whole body shakes from the effort of expelling watery waste.

You frown and go to kneel next to the toilet where Timothee removes his hand from his stomach to grab yours and place it where it hurts the most. You immediately begin to rub and gently massage his bloated belly.

“Hurting!” Timothee groans with each cramp.

“I know lovey I’m sorry.” You say. You gently massage his bloated stomach until he feels empty and has nothing left to expel out his backside.

You help him clean up and flush away his mess. Then help him return to the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.

As soon as you sit down though he's on your lap whimpering and shaking. You frown as he's clearly becoming delirious from the high fever.

“Shh it’s alright you’re ok I’ve got you.” You say gently as you hold him in your arms. He buries his face in your neck.

Work had been a lot and he was so exhausted and in a way it was good that his body was forcing him to rest.

Of course he was absolutely miserable and in pain. That sucked but he needed all the rest he could get and now that he was sick. He could rest.

Timothee whines and nuzzles you.

You hold him tight and kiss his head. his stomach gurgling and bubbling as he sits on your lap. You use your other hand to gently massage his stomach.

You sit like this for a while holding him and trying to help him relax despite the pain in his belly. soon hes nauseous and leaning over the toiket burping up whatever is left in his stomach which isn't much of anything.

He whimpers and coughs as he spits into the toilet. You rub his back and stomach trying to help him find any relief from the aches in his gut.

"Why does it still hurt when I have nothing left?" He cries.

“I wish I knew.” You reply. You grab toilet paper to wipe his mouth. After tossing out the tissue you go and lay down on the floor with the blankets and pillows that were supposed to be for Timothee. He lays down on you like earlier and you wrap your arms around him and kiss his head.

“Time to sleep mon armor.” You say.

He yawns and you grab a blanket to pull over the both of you.

He sighs heavily and his entire body seems to finally relax and he falls asleep on you once again. You play with his hair until you fall asleep too.

[belliesandburps]

Vil 👀

Vil doesn't overeat due to his insanely strict dietary regimen, but due to constantly attending different galas and shows for any movies he works on, Vil has had a tendency to eat things that didn't sit right in his stomach. Either it's a lot heavier than his body is used to (usually, anything that's really heavy on the cream), or it's way too spicy. Whatever the case, Vil will find his stomach starting to churn and burble rather aggressively. At first, it will be covered up by the busy crowds of people at these big parties or events, but then, he starts to feel pressure welling up in his chest, and when that first pressure pocket gets to be too much, he will absolutely refuse to let anything come up, forcing the gas down back into his gut at all costs. But even though it works, that only fluctuates his stomach even worse, which causes the bubbling to grow more aggressive, and makes Vil begin to feel nauseous. Until he clears his throat and excuses himself to go the restroom, trying to make any kind of scene. When he's away from the crowds, he'll put his hand on his stomach and start to caress it as he makes his way to the bathroom. His usually firm, concave middle will feel a little bloated; not round, but it's definitely pushing out more than usual due to all the air building up. He'll huff miserably, and check to make sure the bathroom is empty first, and once it is, Vil will start rubbing his belly firmly to ease the discomfort, cursing himself for eating whatever it is that's got his gut in such fluctuation. When he feels the pressure welling up again, Vil will press down on his belly with one hand and push a fist against his mouth with the other. What follows is an incredibly long, throaty belch that reverberates heavily behind his fist, puffing out Vil's cheeks as the gas aggressively rattles up his throat. When it ends, Vil will blow the gas off to the side, fan his nostrils in self-disgust, then take a breath as he feels his stomach still churning away. He'll clutch at the sink and hunch over it for a moment, before muffling another rather heavy-sounding belch behind his fist. Vil will moan after and knead into the side of his stomach firmly, until he manages to work out a rather long, ungentlemanly belch that sounds like he can just barely hold it in behind his fist. And when it ends, Vil will sigh with relief, pat his stomach firmly, not out of satisfaction, but just to make sure there's more residual gas still brewing inside of him. Because for such a prim and proper person, for as much as Vil LOATHES the sound of others belching, ESPECIALLY if they come from him, his tight stomach muscles can work up some seriously forceful ones, and that fact makes him miserable to his core.

(Especially since he's already accidentally burped out loud in front of Rook, who, predictably, loved it, which brings Vil even more misery to even think about.)

[troubled-tums]

I’ve been waking up with a tummy ache all this week. Mostly it’s my upper belly that hurts because of stress, but yesterday and today I woke up to my gut rumbling and churning. Probably a combination of my diet and stress since I had too much cream cheese with crackers last night for supper. I needed someone to rub my poor tummy so badly.

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eating someone out while their tummy hurts >>>

rubbing their belly with one hand and gripping their thighs with the other as you go down on them, listening to them whimper and moan

yes please

[butterfliesornauseous]

Needed a distraction so here’s just cute tummy ache stuff ♡

1. The contrast of comfortably cold hands on an uncomfortably warm tummy from a heat pack or layers of clothes (or warm hands on a cold tummy.)

2. Sickie feeling like they don’t deserve to be emotional or comforted since it’s only a stomach ache and not an actual sickness, but caretaker soothes them anyway and makes them feel valid.

3. Bringing out the good teas specifically just to soothe a tummy.

4. Public setting tummy aches where sickie is wearing something tight so caretaker swaps clothes with sickie since they are wearing the looser clothes or letting sickie wear their sweater, so they can undo their tight clothing underneath.

5. “What’s wrong” in caretaker’s normal voice, followed by a much softer “your tummy hurts?”

6. Sickie falling asleep in caretakers lap while their stomach was being rubbed and waking up to their tummy still being rubbed and smiling up to caretaker since they feel better now.

7. Sickie having to do something big while their stomach hurts and afterwards caretaker reassures them that nobody could even tell they had a stomach ache.

8. Sickie that gets emotional when their stomach hurts and caretaker let’s them get their emotions out rather then telling them they only feel like because their stomach hurt and afterwards looking after their actual stomach ache.

9. Hugging pillow or plush to an upset tummy (better if its caretakers for that farmilar comfort.)

10. Caretaker asking sickie to point out which point of their stomach hurts to kiss that spot.

[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?"

[sickficideas]

sigma has a very sensitive tummy...sometimes the stress is all too much!

[secretobsessionstuff]

it’s so good to have you back! i have an idea for a potential future blair fic. what if blair comes down with a nasty stomach virus compounded with a migraine while on a road trip to somewhere important with dakota? maybe she thinks it’s just a migraine and then well.. shit gets real *no pun intended* haha. it doesn’t have to be a road trip, if that doesn’t inspire anything for you, but maybe somewhere where she can’t get away that easily? no worries if you aren’t interested and if you are, take your time! 😊

Thanks for the no pressure! It helped a lot as I try to get back into this. I wasn't sure if the "pun" meant no scat lol, so there's just emeto. I hope it's okay...don't know how I feel about it. Maybe typos maybe not...but probably typos.

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Blair thought her headache would fade once they left her parents’ house. Seeing her extended family for Easter was always a joy, but she could do without the noise from the little ones. At first, the squealing and giggling upon finding an Easter egg was cute. Inevitably, the happy laughs turned into fits of crying and tantrums when the celebration was over. Though the children weren’t happy to be leaving, Blair had to admit she was looking forward to a silent car ride home with Dakota. 

Two hours into the four-hour drive, and her headache had morphed into a migraine. She succumbed to the pain a while ago by leaning the passenger seat back as far as it would go. Her sweater lay over her eyes to block out the daylight. She wrapped her arms together in an attempt to sooth herself, but it was Dakota’s soft voice that did most of the work. 

“Is it just as bad?” he asked, brushing a hand over her knee. In times of crisis like this, Blair liked to kick off her shoes and sit cross legged. Maybe if she made herself smaller, the pain would shrink as well. 

But no, the pain pushed against the walls of her body. Hey eyes threatened to explode from the pressure; her belly whined to the beat of the blood pumping in her ears. Misery loved company, so her head seemed to have invited her stomach to join the party. 

“It’s getting worse,” she mumbled and shifted uncomfortably in the small space. The bumpy ride did nothing to ease her aches. Every bounce and turn jostled her like Jello. She imagined her brain jiggling against her skull in time with her roiling tummy. “Can you go slower?” 

“Gosh, babe, if I drive any slower, we might make it home by Christmas.” Dakota’s eyes squinted in the sunlight. Keeping his eyes on the road hardly mattered when they were going 40 in an 80, and there were no other cars along the country road. He set the cruise control to the snail-like pace so that he could give his fiancée more of his attention. “If I hold out my arm like this, you can lean against me.” 

Blair just groaned and sat up straight in the seat. The sweater fell from her face, making her wince at the harsh light. At the same time, the car rolled in and out of a pothole. Her stomach rose in her throat. “Really? You couldn’t have gone around that?” Her tone was as acidic as the liquid that burned her esophagus. 

“I’m doing my best, Bee.” Dakota took his hand off her leg. “I know you don’t feel well, but don’t get mad at me just ‘cause I’m the only one here.”

That hurt. Not as much as the sword through her head, but it stung nonetheless. “I’m sorry,” she said, miserably wrapping her arms around her midriff. “I just feel sick to my stomach, and this bumpy ass road is not helping.” 

Dakota opened his mouth to provide comfort, but Blair was not finished. 

“And the sun is so fucking bright, and what is that horrible smell? It’s like burning rubber.” Blair pouted. “Why does everything in the universe hate me?” 

Dakota gave her a lopsided smile. “Well, I’m in the universe and I don’t hate you.” 

Blair scoffed and cracked a small grin. “Stop being adorable. I’m dying here.” She had to admit, his joke allowed some tension to ease off her shoulders. She wasn’t alone and everything wasn’t terrible. There were many things that were terrible, but her partner was not one of them. “…Thank you.” 

“Aw, you know I just want you to feel better.” Dakota reached his hand out to rub her belly. “I’m sorry this migraine came at such a bad time. It’s making you feel sick?” 

She nodded. “The nausea is bad this time. Usually I can ignore it.” 

Dakota must have let the Easter bunny take the wheel while he scanned her face. “You do look very pale. Are you going to throw up, you think?” 

She shook her head, then immediately regretted the decision. “I hope not. I’ll try to fall back to sleep so that doesn’t happen.” 

Ironically, it was the nausea that kept her from sleeping. The pain in her head swelled with her bloated belly. All that chocolate coated her insides in a thick layer of gooey slime. When she began to burp, the taste of Terry’s chocolate orange made her gag. 

Blair was alert now. With wide eyes, she clamped a hand over mouth. She forced down two more burps or else she knew Dakota’s car would be ruined in seconds. “Babe—” she began, feeling a tightness in her throat that pinched her words “—Pull over. I need to be sick.” 

Without hesitation or issue, Dakota brought the car to a stop. "Wow sleep did not happen, eh?"

What a stupid time to ask a question.

Blair threw the door open with just enough time to lean over and burp wetly over the ground. She gagged, bringing up a small wave of vomit. It was mostly coffee from the afternoon. The bitter flavour clung to her tongue, but it would not stick around for long because there was much in her stomach to get up.

"I'm right here," Dakota said with a hand on her back. "You're okay." Blair leaned further out of the car with the next heave, nearly falling onto the grass. He caught her arm. "Oh, maybe you're not. Hold on, I'm coming around."

He turned off the car and jogged to the other side. Luckily there were no cars with them on the road. If Blair wanted privacy, she picked the right place to lose her lunch.

Her lunch was fertilizing the grass. Hopefully the open field would thrive on half digested chocolate, coffee, and cubes of cheese that were no longer in the shape of cubes.

She coughed and burped in between waves. "Ugh, Kota, help..." She reached out for him and allowed him to help her out of the car. They staggered like drunken lovers until their knees met the earth.

"I got you." Dakota held onto her shoulder and pulled her hair away from her face. "You're doing good."

"...my head..."

"I know." Dakota kissed her forehead. His lips met unexpectedly warm skin

"...my tummy..."

"I know." Dakota did not lean down to kiss her tummy because the organ chose that moment to convulse again. He heard a gurgling sound in Blair's throat before she pitched forward and heaved a mostly-liquid bout of sick onto the ground. Dakota rubbed her back. "Oh my Bee."

Blair fed the flowers one more time, shedding tears from the force of each retch. The vomiting released pressure from her head but did nothing to ease her belly; it only reinforced the ache that dwelled in her gut.

Dakota's lips still tingled from the heat of the kiss. He knew then that he had to get her home fast. They would need to go much faster than they had been, but at least a bed would be waiting. Blair couldn't suffer like this while on the road.

The universe agreed that Blair should not be in the car.

When Dakota went to start the car again, the engine gave a mighty good try, but failed. Dakota swore under his breath and spared a glance at Blair who still sat in front of a puddle of sick in the grass.

"No, please, no." He took the key out and tried again. "Come, on come on."

The engine tried, and tried, and...nothing. It was just as fatigued and sick as his girl. He called the doctor for only one of the patients.

Defeated, Dakota returned to Blair's side. By the looks of it, she hadn't thrown up again. He sat down next to her with a dejected sigh. "I have bad news."

"I heard."

They both sighed and sat unmoving on the grass. Blair's gaze was lost in her thoughts or maybe her pain. Dakota's gaze never left her. Her red cheeks, grey lips, and dark eyes worried him. He reached out silently with the back of his hand to touch her forehead.

Blair looked up at him with glassy eyes. "More bad news?"

"Yeah." He scooted closer to her and kissed the side of her head. "Remember when I got an infection while camping and got a really bad fever?" Her expression told him that she remembered, though not fondly. "This might be something like that, at least until the tow truck arrives."

"I knew the migraine was different this time. I just don't understand where this bug came from."

"You were around children all weekend. What do you expect?"

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Blair slept in the backseat of the car while Dakota kept watch. She put her head in his lap and tried to ignore the gurgling in her tummy. Again, Dakota came to the rescue and gently rubbed the warm skin of her belly.

He wasn't sure how long he traced circles and lines over her stomach, but it was long enough for the sun to begin setting. He made a game out of spelling different words with his fingertips. In invisible ink, he wrote words like 'love' and 'Blair' and 'dildo'.

Occasional gurgles emanated from her belly. Dakota worried that Blair would bolt upright and tell him to pull over as if the day would repeat itself. But she stayed asleep. Her expression softened in her slumber.

Amazingly, she only woke up when Dakota moved to greet the tow truck driver. With the plan settled, he returned to the car.

"Honey." Dakota shook her awake. "We're going home now."

By the time Blair came to her senses, the car was ready to be hitched to the truck.

This was bad. Blair paced along the road, bitting her nails. She watched the car be lifted partially off its wheels. This was very bad. The driver spoke to Dakota and then went into the truck. Very very bad.

Sleep was good, but her belly did not like being awake. Suddenly the nausea came rushing back. The headache was gone, but the virus had nowhere near run its course.

"Babe, you ready?" Dakota called. She did not move. He came closer. "Honey, are you alright?"

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm going to throw up in the car. I can't. I feel really sick again."

"Okay, okay, no worries." Dakota tried to calm her down. "I'll explain the situation to the driver and he'll understand."

Something wet and horrid squirmed in Blair's stomach; it was the dread of driving in a gross truck while feeling like this. But it was also the very real bug that filled her throat with nausea.

"Please don't make me do this, Kota." She covered her mouth to hide a wet burp, but she could not keep the moan from escaping. "I don't feel good."

She was losing colour by the second. Dakota felt like he was approaching a timid animal. "Okay, we can wait. It's fine."

"I don't like this. I don't wanna--urp--throw up again." She paced with her hand glued tightly to her mouth. Her legs shook and her back spasmed with the need to lurch forward. She felt the gag rising from the pit of her belly.

Dakota touched her arm. "Baby, just let yourself be sick. The man can wait. And if you need to throw up in the truck, just do it. I'll tip him well."

She shook her head.

"I'm right here. Nothing bad is going to happen." He started to gather her hair in his hand. "That's it. Lean over. I've got you." She moved her hand away and retched emptily. It was like her belly was shy as well. "Let it happen, Bee."

Maybe it was Dakota's hand on her back or the fact that she wanted this day to be over, but Blair gave in to her need. She relaxed her muscles just long enough for them to squeeze tight once more when the sick came rushing out of her mouth.

"Good job," Dakota said. "Five stars. Encore."

Blair gave an encore, not that she could help it. She would not have given it five stars.

In the end, Dakota's encouragements are what saved the day. She felt secure enough in her tummy to get in the tow truck. Dakota did indeed explain the situation just in case, but it was not needed. Nor was the bag needed. Thank God. The truck had three seats in the front. Blair hid herself behind Dakota who took the middle. It was a long drive, but a clean one.

"I'm sorry this happened, Blair," Dakota said softly when they were five minutes from their house. "How are you feeling, now?"

"Better maybe." She squeezed his arm. "Thanks for being the one thing in the universe that is right."