#tummy trouble

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Jessica Rabbit in Tummy Trouble (1989)

[vbecker10]

Hey odd request but I have a lot of tummy issues could you write Loki comforting reader with tummy cramps.

Tummy Troubles

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Loki discovers you curled up in your bed trying to deal with your stomach issues and offers to help you feel better.

Warnings: 🤷‍♀️ stomach issues, mention of throwing up previously, feeling ill but not specific illness mentioned... there will be fluff!

A/N: I'm really really sorry this took so long! I've been having a rough time finding inspiration but last night, while I was curled up in a ball trying not to die from my own stomach issues, I came up with the idea for this fic in an effort to distract myself. Thank you for sending this request! I hope you like it! 💚

Your phone buzzes on your nightstand for the second time and you groan, gripping the sheet around you tighter as your stomach cramps and your body shivers. After what feels like forever, the pain subsidies but you still can't force your body to move so you can reach your phone.

You've been laying curled up in a near fetal position for at least the last hour, even since you dragged yourself back to bed after loosing the battle to keep from throwing up your lunch. Even the slightest movement brings a wave of nausea so you've decided your best bet is to stay perfectly still until you finally fall asleep which will hopefully be soon but you doubt it. You're utterly exhausted but as far from sleep as possible. This is not a new feeling unfortunately, once every other month or so your stomach decides to revolt against you for seemingly no reason.

Closing your eyes tightly, you feel chills run up your spine as your stomach cramps. Your muscles slowly relax and just as you take a deep breath to steady yourself, your phone buzzes for a third time.

You don't need to check it to know who keeps calling, it's Loki. He was due back from his mission roughly half an hour ago and somewhere in the last six months, it became a habit of his to call you to let you know he landed. You thought it was sweet and normally you couldn't wait to hear his voice again but there was no way you would let your ridiculously attractive best friend see you sweaty, nauseous and curled up in pain.

The doors open for the elevator and Loki steps inside, his phone pressed to his ear as he listens to it ring over and over. When he hears your voice mail pick up, he sighs and ends the call without leaving a message.

Putting his phone back into his pocket, Loki walks into the kitchen in the common area in an effort to locate you. Instead, he finds Wanda and Natasha making tea and discussing their plans for the evening.

"Have either of you seen Y/N recently?" Loki asks, trying to keep from sounding overly concerned.

"She didn't come to our last two meetings," Natasha answers. "She's sick, some stomach thing I think."

"Thanks, I'll go check on her," Loki says then he leaves the kitchen, walking down the hall to your apartment.

He knocks, waiting a moment but when you don't answer he lets himself in like he has dozens of times before. He sighs when you're not on the couch like he had hoped you would be. He looks around your dark apartment and realizes that means you're in your bedroom. He walks towards the closed door and pauses.

The door is always closed when he's come over and he often found himself wondering what your bedroom was like or more specifically what your bed was like. What color sheets did you have? Was your mattress soft or firm? Did you sleep on the left side or the right side? What he wondered most often though, was what it would be like to fall asleep with his arms around you. He'd never ask you any of those questions of course but now he was about to find out the answer to most of them.

Loki knocks on your bedroom door, putting his ear to the dark wood and hears a soft groan in response.

Your bedroom door opens slowly and you pull the thin sheet tighter around yourself. Despite your back facing the door, you can immediately tell by the sound of his leather boots that it's Loki.

"Are you okay, love?" Loki asks. "Natasha said you were sick."

"Go away," you mumble, squeezing your eyes closed as your stomach cramps. You feel the bed dip lightly as he sits on the edge and you groan. "Don't move the bed," you force the words out, afraid speaking will trigger your nausea as it often does.

Loki gets up quickly and apologizes, "Sorry."

You can feel him watching you but you can't move to face him. Part of you wants him to leave, close the door on his way out and act like he never saw you here. The other part of you desperately wants him to hold you until you fall asleep.

"Let me help you," he says finally.

"I'm fine Loki, you can go," you say through gritted teeth and the instant you hear your voice you know the God of Lies isn't going to believe that.

"Y/N," he says softly as he sits gently on the bed again, careful not to move it as much as before. "I can make you feel better if you're sick."

"How?" you ask then cringe in pain as your stomach cramps tightly, a second later you feel something unexpected. Loki's chest presses lightly against your back as he lays on your bed next to you.

"I can use my magic to heal you. I've used it to heal wounds and illnesses before," Loki explains as his arm wraps around you, his hand settling on your stomach gently. "Just relax love, this will only take a moment."

You nod but you're body remains stiff, you've spent almost every night for the last three or four months wishing you could lie in bed with Loki but this is not how you wanted it to happen. Your attention is drawn to Loki's fingers as they begin to glow green, his seider spreading slowly over your body.

Almost instantly, your stomach settles as the cramps release and the nausea subsides completely. You find yourself inching closer to Loki as the chills fade and the only things you feel are tired and comfortable. Your hand covers Loki's, his seider fading once the spell has finished healing you.

You nod and smile, "So much better. Thanks Loki."

"Better?" he asks quietly, his lips a few inches from your ear. 'Black cotton sheets, firm mattress, left side of the bed,' Loki thinks, answering the questions he had about your bed, a smile spreads across his lips as his fingers intertwine with yours. The only thing left for him to do was try to hold you for as long as possible since he wasn't sure when our if he'd get to do it again.

Your eyes flutter open. "No," you reply quietly, still holding his hand to keep his arm around your body. "Please stay."

"Of course, love," he answers.

You yawn, closing your eyes for a moment. You've cuddled with previous boyfriends but Loki was so much more comfortable than you had imagined he could be.

"I'll leave so you can rest," Loki suggests even though it's the last thing he wants to do.

He shifts as close to you as he can, thrilled by your request, "Okay love."

You yawn again, struggling to keep your eyes open and in your exhausted state you find yourself asking Loki something you've wanted to know for months. "Why do you keep calling me love? You never call anyone else that."

Loki places a soft kiss to your neck, just below your ear and whispers so quietly you barely hear him, "Because I love you."

You smile as your eyes close and just as you slip off to sleep you whisper back, "I love you too."

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[blushingblurbs]

“Oh, honey, was it too rich?” she asks me, not troubling to keep her voice down. Her hands make a circular rubbing motion in front of her stomach, as if to drive her point home.

“N-no,” I belch out with a shudder. “I’m *belch* just not feeling well. But it really was delicious,” I say, fighting down another belch.

Her eyebrows narrow, noticing that I’m uncharacteristically pale. Her eyes linger on my midriff, and I’m suddenly super aware of how bloated I’ve become in the past few minutes.

I manage to swallow the last belch, putting my more pressure on my stomach. It gurgles loudly in protest.

“You don’t look good, chica,” shaking her head.

I’m blushing at this point, I know she’s right. I stand to head towards the restroom, but the motion adds to the pressure in my gut.

“Are you alright?” She’s asking again, worried - when had I placed my hand on my stomach?

I couldn’t worry about that now. I stifled another sour belch, it tastes like the homemade meal I’d just finished.

And yet not even halfway through the plate, it had felt like like it was all rushing straight through my stomach to my bowels.

My knees buckle slightly, I realize I can’t stand up straight without the belly cramps tightening. I place another hand on my stomach, how did I get so bloated?

“Honey, you’re gonna be sick?!” Her voice piercing, a tone of urgency matched only by the sensation in my stomach.

Someone thrusts a paper bag in front me. A set of hands is pushing me towards the restroom just off the staff kitchen.

The aroma of fresh, fried, and grilled food hits me worse than the first stomach cramp I’d felt earlier.

Another belch escapes my lips. Someone presses the bag to my face but I’m still being propelled forward.

Being ushered so quickly stirs something in my lower stomach. A horrid, warm, aching pressure comes over my bowels - how did that meal turn to such a bubbling mess so quickly?

I open my eyes. There’s a line of women all waiting for a bathroom stall before returning to their shift. I hear my colleague pleading, commanding them, “move, she’s sick!”

But my stomach is cramping again. I can’t wait much longer.

Compassionately, I’m allowed to somehow skip the line, my hands now clutching my belly so tightly that I barely manage to slam the stall door shut.

I tear my uniform skirt and underwear down, cursing the button and zipper and latch. I’m hardly seated on the warm plastic seat before my bowels begin to spill into the bowl.

Ppphhhbbbtttt. Ppphhht. The sound echoes throughout the crowded restroom. Through the large cracks in the stall door, I see concerned and disgusted and sympathetic faces.

Another awful wave of diarrhea hits. I bend over, victim of the belly cramps, causing me to accidentally decorate the underside of the toilet rim and seat.

“Blushing blurbs, are you alright?” My colleagues voice rings through the air.

I bury my face in my hands, feeling a wave of nausea starting to creep up.

I belch again, hot, thick air from deep in my stomach. The movement upsets something in my bowels, and I lose it from my rear again, now aware of how awful it all smells.

“Oh, blushingblurbs, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” she tries to reassure me through the stall.

But I can hear the muttering and comments outside. Everyone’s heard the explosive diarrhea, and it’s triggered something in everyone.

I a few deep breaths, feeling my insides gurgle with each one. The third sends more of that liquified meal rushing out and the reality that I’m sick with diarrhea and upset tummy for 12 other women to hear and smell sets in like the norovirus on a cruise.

My stomach hurts.

[texaschainsawmascara]

Tummy Trouble (1989)

[weewhooo]

I dont see this as commonly as I'd think I would in the tummy ache community but halloween has so many fun opportunities for stuffings and aches all over.

Eating all the chocolates and sweets you got trick or treating. Going to parties and eating from the snack table full of chips, sodas, cakes and more chocolate. At the end, in their gluttony they realise that maybe they should've eaten it all in one go. Theyre so bloated with food they can barely walk, cradling their poor belly. It's bubbling sickly, every burp coming up tasting like pure sugar. The nausea would be overwhelming until they'd be forced to throw up.

I really like halloween.

[dunbtram]

Woke up with a storm in my guts, tummy is NOT happy with everything I ate on weekends..

God I feel miserable😵‍💫

And some noises (trust me they never end lol)

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

Bunimpressed.

Amos was having some tummy troubles earlier due to some heavy shedding (finally losing his baby coat).  He was a very good boy about being force-fed and was completely uncertain about being up on the couch, though having his tunnel and Mr. Giraffe made everything okay.  Turns out that the little fella really enjoys the heating pad!

Amos is feeling much better now and is getting two servings of greens a day, which he's pretty enthusiastic about.  Yay, eat the food! 🌿🐇

Thanks for visiting the blog and we hope you all have a great weekend!  Stay safe out there and we'll be back with more bunny cuteness on Monday.

[acmeoop]

Rabbit Filmography (1988-1993)

[thatsbelievable]

[cvntlord2001]

no real emeto just tummy trouble but imma tell yall anyway

got home super late last night and was looking forward to playing some more of my fav game, but i was so tired i decided to lay down for a bit instead

for some reason, after a few minutes my stomach started turning and i was about to sit up to see if that would help when the shivers started

for over an hour i just lay there shivering uncontrollably and trying not to throw up on the couch. on occasion my tummy rumbled in time with my shivers. the shaking jostled my stomach so much it was so miserable…and i could feel bile burning in the back of my throat. i almost wanted to just throw up on myself to get it over with (even if it made a mess) since i couldn’t move very well with how hard i was shivering.

i was shaking too much to even hold my phone properly. hence why i did not share this live last night lol

after a while i started to get increasingly turned on at the idea of just letting go and puking on the couch, feeling the warmth of my vomit soak thru my clothes and watching it hit the cushions and slide off the sides onto the carpet. i was putting too much effort into not being sick to really touch myself but i couldn’t help rubbing my legs together and my hips jerked involuntarily few times.

i accidentally fell asleep at some point between me humping the air and taking deep breaths to not make a mess of my living room couch.

[the-bat-bros]

Tim: I went from being sore to having a migraine to having tummy pain in the span of half of a day and honestly I am OFFENDED at the audacity of this bit-

[kittenhawkk]

Me with a tummy ache.

Pepto coming in to save me.

[badtummies]

Hey everyone, welcome to my blog! I'm a 21 year old guy who loves all things upset stomachs.

In particular I love bad tummies caused by food poisoning or a stomach bug. I like emeto and scat (as long as it doesn't involve eating/smearing). Female bellies are more my thing, but I'm open to guys too and anyone in between.

Feel free to send me your stories or ask about mine, I'm always up for a chat! :)

[dunbtram]

Just a random impulse to post my full belly lol (might delete it later) p.s. love that feeling of a large amount of food slowly digesting in my guts-

[bigsharter666]

how it feels when a massive fart cures your tummy ache

[the-bat-bros]

Tim: send help had too much coffee today and now I can’t sleep and my tummy hurts :(