#stomachache

[sickficideas]

can u do more about sick okarun? pls i'm sick I need food :ccc

OF COURSE !! if you want anything more specific please feel free to come back and let me know here's just some random ones lol

- He's really used to no one caring when he's sick but Momo is so intuitive to it. She notices right away when he's not acting right, even if it's just a little low-grade fever or his stomach hurts. He feels awful for worrying her with little things like that but he knows he'll upset her by trying to hide it better 😭

- Okarun collapsing in front of Jiji from a fever and Jiji being worried out of his mind because he won't wake up right away, trying to shake him awake and talking to him the whole time 😭 Okarun is so tiny compared to Jiji that carrying him is nothing I love this imagery

- I like the idea of his stomach being sensitive to something (like fizzy drinks for example) but it's something Momo frequently offers to him and he's too much of a sucker to turn it down. He'll drink it even if he knows it'll make his stomach hurt a bunch

- The stress stomachaches are real for him too 😭 the sort of thing where it's worse when he doesn't eat but he thinks eating will make him more nauseous so he doesn't eat lol 😭😭

[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.

[2full]

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

[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.

[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.)

[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.

[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 😭😭💔

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Stomachache

@jegulus-microfic November 23, Word count 194

Previous part First part

They had decided to lie low for a few days while they put the finishing touches to their plan and to make Snape sweat for a while, according to Sirius. 

As the day the prank was planned drew nearer, Regulus found he had a near-constant stomachache. He really wasn’t built for pranking. 

“You alright, love?” James asked for the hundredth time. Regulus was yet to be annoyed by it. He loved that James kept checking on him. He nodded. “Tummy still giving you gyp?” Regulus nodded again, and James pulled him into his arms. “How about we have some of those lemon biscuits you made and a nice cup of tea?” James moved away from him and put his hands on Regulus’s shoulders before bending down so he was at eye level. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. You can stay here, and we’ll go do it instead.”  

Regulus was so tempted to use the out, but he couldn’t let them do this without him. So he took a deep breath and shook his head. He met James’s eyes with a new determination and a smirk. 

“Let’s ruin Snape’s day."

Next part

[boytumms]

A chemist tries to solve world hunger by inventing a self-growing gelatin in his lab, but when he eats it, it still grows in his stomach, slightly more than it can be digested. He doesn't notice it at first, until he wakes up next morning with a stomach full of growing gelatin that's too big to get out.

He engineered it to be dense and heavy so it would fill people up when they ate it, but he hasn't quite gotten it right yet, so when he finds himself stuffed to the brim with the stuff, it feels like his stomach is full of bricks. His belly is swollen so tight it feels like he's ready to burst, and when he touches the taut skin there's not even an inch of give to his rock hard stomach. The gel has grown and hardened in his digestive system, now expanded to fill every inch of space his guts have to offer, and growing still. He groans in pain, rubbing his poor abused tummy, feeling his stomach strain underneath his skin. His intestines struggle and writhe inside him as it tries to break down the heavy mass, but it's so dense it's impossible to even make a dent in the hard substance.

The scientists body isn't able to process such a solid mass and he's now stuck full of thick heavy gel stretching his guts far beyond what they were ever meant to. He'll have to try and figure out a way to dissolve the gel quickly, before his body can't take anymore, but he can barely work with his belly so painfully full and heavy. The pain keeps him from focusing, and he can't stop moaning and clutching his belly as he tries to find a cure for his horrible mistake, panic quickly rising as the pressure in his tummy builds...

[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.

[2full]

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?"