#tums on an empty stomach

[sodacowboy]

ibuprofen how could you

[salemoleander]

No illnesses or nausea for 5 months but sure the one morning I'm up and calmly working away on something with an imminent deadline my acid reflux decides to destroy me. I'm g-d's specialest boy

[aastarions]

left my tums at home

[starryylies]

I would kill for a baby fever Simon.Just imagine him constantly rubbing and caressing your empty stomach anywhere and anytime.And kisses on soft tummy.

AAAAA bby fever si makes me feel so wifey

I hope you like it ~^^

* ੈ✩‧₊˚simon with bby fever * ੈ✩‧₊˚.

ꕥꕤꕥꕤ🍼ꕥꕤꕥꕤ

🍼. Simon whose free hand always reaches your soft tummy as he rubs it making it feel all warm and bubbly :3

🍼. Simon who wakes up with a raging boner after he dreams of getting your belly all big and full with his cum

🍼. Simon who tracks your cycle- buys you chocolate, crisps and hot cocoa

🍼. Simon almost becomes primal when you’re ovulating, pinning you down, ripping your clothes off, his hot breath on your neck.

🍼. Simon who sneaks on you from the back grabbing your waist as his arms find their way to your tum as he just stands there and grabs you the entire time as he watches you cook.

🍼. Simon who pins you down at the bed as he blows raspberries on your cheeks trailing down to your stomach as he rests his heavy head on your stomach whispering I love you’s.

🍼. Simon who has already picked out baby names. The sons name being Tommy with the girls name being aster or procy (self insert sorry)

🍼. Simon who knows that he will never give his son/daughter the childhood he had

🍼. Simon whose heart skips a beat when you ask him to create a family with you.

[hardcorefruitaddict]

0 cal heartburn m3alsp0 <3

I do actually eat this as a snack very very often but there is absolutely no way to make that plating look aesthetically pleasing sooooo I made it girlypop!

This will almost certainly give you heartburn, especially on an empty stomach. Keep Tums close by, it's a life saver.

[ddejavvu]

hotch and lactose intolerant reader because I've ruined myself again and created a stomach hurty !!I know my mans is sick of them ignoring it and choosing to eat all products containing lactose lmaoo

Aaron is disappointed, but not surprised, when he comes home to find you curled up on the couch with a sheen of sweat over your face.

"Honey," He hums, pity in his eyes but conviction in his tone, "Did you have ice cream again?"

"Jack wanted some," You grumble, eyeing the half-empty bowl of what's now chocolate soup on the ottoman in front of you, "Don't start with me, Aaron."

"I'm not," He promises, but he totally is, "Sweetheart, Jack won't be offended if you don't eat ice cream with him. He'd be happy with you eating broccoli as long as he had ice cream."

"I know," You whine, staring up at him from where you're doubled over on the couch, 'But Aaron, he makes it look so good. He always wants chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles, and I'm not that strong, okay? I'm only human."

"You're human with a very picky stomach," Aaron leans down to peck at your lips, keeping it chaste enough for just a quick smooch in case the smell of the greasy fast food he'd wolfed down for a late lunch turns your stomach any more than it already is.

"That's not my fault," You lament, "My heart wants ice cream, but my stomach wants death."

"Don't listen to either of them," Aaron chuckles, kissing your forehead this time, "Listen to your brain, and don't eat ice cream next time. I'll bring home cookies tomorrow, okay? The thick ones with the frosting from the grocery store."

"Aaron, I love you," You vow, turning away when you catch a whiff of his suit jacket and it's all french fries and ketchup, "But I'm gonna hurl."

Aaron takes the not-so-subtle hint and backs away, setting his briefcase on the chair and setting a reminder on his phone to buy you cookies. He sheds his suit jacket and makes a mental note to send it to the dry cleaners ASAP, taking off his shoes and leaving them by the door.

"I'm going to get the tums," He informs you, and you peek open a droopy eye to watch him, "Do not finish that bowl while I'm gone."

"No promises," You call, but the anguish in your voice lets him know you're only teasing, "You'd better make it worth it when you get back, Hotchner. If I can't have ice cream I want something else sweet."

"You can have a tums," He narrows his eyes sternly at you while shaking two of the fruit-flavored tablets into his palm, though you know he's far from angry at you. "Kissing is reserved for nights where you're not about to vomit."

[itsjusthockey]

The Hangover - Jack Hughes

A/N: Hello friends, this is my first ever post on here and I hope you love it. I like to write in my free time, so send in requests! Or just send some love!❤️

wc:1,694 (credit to gif maker) (also please don’t steal my work)

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It’s early enough in the morning when your eyes drift slowly open, and a prolonged yawn involuntarily escapes your lips. You’re feeling a bit dazed from the early hour, and It takes you a second to register where you are, but when you do, a small smile break across your lips.

Rolling over, you see him in his most tranquil state. Arms laying flat on either side of him, head slightly tilted away from you against his pillow. He seems like he’s barely breathing, yet when your eyes scan his chest, there's the sight of it slowly rising and deflating with each inhale and exhale he takes. Your eyes travel back up, and you see his eyes darting back and forth under his lids, and you wonder what he’s dreaming about.

Before you can stop yourself, your hand starts to slide across the bed sheets, and they find themselves lightly inching along his chest. You wait there, looking for some kind of shift or movement of his body, but he's still, ever present in his dream world.

It's moments like these that you live for, the peace before the chaos of everything else. Nothing bothers you here, at least until you want them to. You revel in these moments. Yet, watching him isn’t enough; you’re craving the intimacy of being in his arms, so even though you don’t want to wake him, you feel my heart call out too much to let him sleep any longer.

You’re careful as you scooch closer to his frame, cuddling up close and wrapping your arm over his torso. Your heart aches, even more, when you inhale the smell of his body wash.

“Jack,” you whisper, barely audible. When silence answers you, your forefinger finds its way back to him. Poking the side of his face, maybe a little harder than you should. “Jack”

His nose crinkles up at your attack, and you Immediately swipe your hand away and shrivel under the covers, nervously watching him until you see his pretty green eyes pierce yours. They blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the sunlight but struggling to pry open from sleep.

You feel slightly like you’ve committed treason, waking him up after the night he had, but your worries wash away when he grabs your arm, pulling you into him. He starts to smother you into his body, pulling your arm to reach over his torso as your leg naturally swings over his midsection.

You feel your eyes naturally melt to a close as he consumes your whole body, the heat transfer of his skin warming you nicely as your cheek lays along his pec.

You feel most comfortable as you lay in his arms, gently drawing shapes on his forearm that’s rested on yours. You hear his breathing steadily again, and you realize you have lost. There is no way he’s getting up, and you’re okay with that. Especially while in this position. You feel every bit of love and romance you don’t always get in these small moments, and you silently hope that everyone leaves you alone for a while.

Your eyes close after a moment, and you can feel yourself growing tired with the extra heat of Jacks' body when suddenly you feel him shift under you, and suddenly he goes rigid.

“Fuck.” He quickly pushes you from him and goes to clutch his mouth as he hurries toward the connected bathroom.

You’re a little shocked and perplexed, but it all becomes clear when you hear the sounds of Jack emptying his stomach contents into the toilet.

Well, moment ruined.

You hear him go back for round two as you quickly exit the bedroom, heading directly for the kitchen. The house is quiet, and you’re very thankful for the soundproof bedrooms, or else everyone would be graced with Jack's not-so-pleasant good morning.

In less than a minute, you’ve secured the goods; a bottle of water, a blue Gatorade, tums, and some Advil. You quickly dart back up the stairs, and when you renter the bedroom, you’re happy not to hear wrenching.

As you walk into the bathroom, you see Jack slumped over the toilet, looking a little shaky but otherwise normal. He turns his face to meet you when you enter, and you can’t help but let a laugh bubble from your lips.

“I’m glad you find this funny.” You snicker even more at his attitude.

You control your laughter as you sink to the floor beside him, going to rub his bare back as he rests his head against the toilet seat.

“Bet you’re regretting that fireball, huh?” You ask.

He shoots you a glare but then nods. “Yeah, not that great coming back up.”

You laugh again and hand him the bottle of water, which he graciously accepts and takes a small sip.

“Are you done, or got some left?” You nod your head toward the toilet.

He shakes his head, and you help him get up to his feet, semi-dragging him back to his bed. When you get there, he slumps forward onto the mattress, and you somehow maneuver him so he’s tucked in again.

Once he’s good, you turn to head downstairs, where you currently hear some banging around, but before you make it one step, you feel his hand go to grip your wrist.

“Where are you going?” He hoarsely speaks.

“Downstairs. Go to sleep for a bit longer, J, and take those tums.”

He doesn’t protest, which is a relief, and you make your way down the stairs again and into the kitchen, where you’re greeted by Luke, who looks like he’s been hit by a truck and backed over again.

His hair is sticking up in all directions, and the bad under his eyes are so puffy you’re a little worried he has an allergic reaction.

“Wow, Lukey, are you good?”

He doesn’t answer; he just shakes his head no, staring off into space. You almost want to laugh again when suddenly Quinn rounds the corner, looking even more horrible than Luke. It’s not even his hair that’s crazy, it’s his eyebrows too, and then there is the black eye.

So that’s nice; all three Hughes brothers are down for the count.

“So if I’m being honest, I’m only like 10 percent sure how I got this.” Quinn points to his eye.

This time a laugh does fall from your lips. “Do you guys have any memory of what happened last night?”

They both look at each other and contemplate for a minute, shaking their heads.

“I remember Jack bringing out Fireball, and then it gets a little hazy.”

As Quinn mentions fireball, you hear Luke gag, and you’re hoping he’s not about to puke too. He gets ahold of himself, and you’re relieved.

“Well, let’s just say you guys had an eventful night.” You tease.

Quinn groans. “What time did we get in?”

“Well. I stopped you from heading to the rink to show Jack “who’s boss” at around 2:30. So around 3 is when you all were wrangled and in bed.”

Quinn groans again and lets his face fall into the cold metal of the fridge. “Is that how I got the black eye?”

You shake your head no. “That would be from Luke kicking you in the face when you tried to steal his Baja Blast freeze.”

As you finish my statement, you see Luke freeze, a bewildered expression crossing his face.

“I kicked him in the face?”

You nod again. “You were very protective of your slushy.”

Luke opens his mouth in disbelief but is interrupted when you hear loud and rather obnoxious groans coming from the stairs.

Jack enters the kitchen, and all three brothers look like a sight to behold. Each has that blank expression you get after a bad hangover, and you want to take a picture.

Jack crosses the kitchen to where you’re sitting and places a quick kiss on your forehead. “Sorry about earlier.”

You wave him off, Quinn gives me a confused expression, and you explain. “Jack puked.”

Quinn nods, and then you see Luke himself go a bit rigid.

“Speaking of puke, be right back.” Luke darts away from the kitchen and slams the nearest bathroom door shut.

“And another one bites the dust. You wanna go three for three, Q?”

He shakes his head and goes to take a tiny sip of water. “Nah, I’m good.”

As he struggles to get the water down, you’re less than convinced, but you drop it when Jack sits down next to your chair and drops his head down on the cool granite countertop.

You hear my stomach growl, and you pop a question. “Anyone hungry?”

At the very mention of food, the two present boys groan.

“I’m never eating or drinking again,” Jack says, face still pressed against the counter, ever the drama queen.

You laugh again and pull out some orange juice, pouring some into a glass and sitting back down next to Jack.

You sit there in silence for a minute when Luke comes back into the kitchen, looking a little less green than before.

Looking at the mess in front of you, you make an executive decision.

“How about you three crawl back to bed and sleep this off?

Quinn perks up like he’s never heard a better idea, and pretty soon, he and Luke are in their rooms with plenty of water and Advil, leaving only Jack behind.

“That means you too, come on.” You drag him from his stool.

“Wait, are you coming too?” His eyes are pleading. “Please?”

Your heart melts a bit at his statement. “Come on, J.”

In ten minutes, you are back in back in bed with everything you could need, including a bucket, just in case.

As you’re sitting here, pressed against his chest, you can’t help but think he was planning this all along, being babied, but you don’t mind every once in a while.

As soon as his breathing slows down, you feel yourself drift off, feeling content with the world when Jack suddenly becomes rigid again.

“Babe, I'm gonna need the bucket.”

I love you and thank for reading

[nanamis-bigtie]

Round 3: Let's Meet

about, rules & navigation | previous round

Enough time has passed for you to consider a face to face meeting. With an exception of one unpleasant failure, all other candidates have managed to keep your attention and trust. There are only some finishing touches for you to finally make up your mind. And you're curious what they have to offer when it comes to a casual date…

Remember you vote for a character you don't want to advance further! The character with the biggest number of votes will be eliminated.

Profile One: Toji Fushiguro ELIMINATED

Profile Two

Except for the sudden few hours long break you've been texting for the entire day and a good part of night. As a result, you oversleep and miss the breakfast buffet. When you complain about it, blaming him for your empty stomach and extra cost you spent on a meal in a cafe, he spam-teases you with a photo session of his breakfast. Looking at the amount and quality of dishes on his table you realize you massively underestimated his wallet at the first glance. He must be stinking rich.

He offers to pay for your lunch if you agree to keep him company. It's tempting but you haven't yet made up your mind about seeing him face to face.

Around 2pm he disappears for his snorkeling again and the silence it leaves has you antsy. It's weird how quickly he got you used to his chirping and almost constant buzz of notifications. You almost pounce at your phone when he finally shows up again, filling the conversation with a photo session. It has your tum churn with envy; you would love to dive in tropical waters too, watch colorful fish and warm your feet in soft, pink-ish sand of the beach where the classes are taking place.

Of course, he has to tease you about it as well. He has quite a mean strike to him—not too mean but enough to prick a little. When you point it out, doing your best to not overdo either, he catches you with a quick:

"hey if youwant we cann go tmrw together? my treat"

Profile Three

It's really hard to get a photo out of him, you realize in the midst of the second day of intense texting. You don't ask outright but you know already he's smart and able to read between words without a problem—he had to understand your intentions but for some reason refused to let you know he did so. It only adds to the impression of him being camera-shy, but no matter what, you want to see a little more of him before you decide to meet him.

You don't want to sound too pushy, so you send a casual selfie first, hoping he won't avoid the memo this time. He doesn't. He makes you wait a little but eventually you get to see your treat. He's sitting by the table in what you judge to be a hotel bar by the pool, his shirt is half-open, revealing hair on his chest, and he tries to smile despite the nervous stiffness visible all over his expression. Nevertheless, he presents himself in a more appealing way than in his profile pictures.

His face and body are your main focus, but you still spot an interesting detail: a ticket pinned to the table by a frappe glass. Another bird watching trip? As always, you don't need to pry to get all the info you want—soon you learn he's going for a day-long cruise around the bay, with a stop on an uninhabited island nearby.

"Do you want to go together? They still had plenty of free seats when I booked mine."

Profile Four: Shiu Kong ELIMINATED

Profile Five

Food is a recurring topic between the two of you but with time you learn more and more about him. That it's his first vacation in a very long time and that he was simply forced to take a few weeks off. That he's abandoned his fruitless job and now helps his good friend and his sister to set up their own bakery. That cooking and baking are his secret hobbies he once hoped to do for living but his life had different plans for him. That he's fluent in three languages. And that yes, this is his natural hair color.

He even manages to surprise you when, after you've teased him asking if the carpet really matches the drapes, he shows you a little friskier photo, with his swimming shorts pulled down enough to show you the happy trail and a little glimpse of pubes. Nothing indecent but for him it feels almost scandalous.

He spends a lot of time on the beach, you realize, and the closeness of your hotels sticks at the back of your head whenever he mentions he's taking a walk or wading in the sea. He hasn't asked you about the name of your hotel yet but it's enough of torture that you know a way to his. Such opportunities don't happen often, and it'd be criminal to let it slip once it happened. You have it at the tip of your tongue but you're stubbornly waiting for him to do this step. And finally—

"There's a nice bar nearby my hotel with exquisite sunset views. Maybe you would like to meet for a drink tonight?"

Profile Six

Well, this escalated quite... quickly.

You send each other more and more selfies, each bolder than the other. It feels only a matter of time when one of you breaks and shows a full nude first but there seems to be an unspoken rule of not doing so, at least not before you get to see each other without the lenses of a phone camera. He keeps a very respective distance, too. At some point his compliments start leaning to the erotic side but they never sound vulgar. He has quite a poetic way of expressing himself if he wants to and you start getting a feeling, he's not an athlete, as you thought at first, but rather an academic or a writer.

He refuses to confirm nor to deny, wanting it to be a sweet mystery to be revealed, if you will ever want to meet face to face. Intriguing bastard.

That's the closest to a date proposal he's made and the topic dies for so long that you're suspecting he's waiting for your move. Who can't blame him with that intimidating appearance of his, he must have met enough refusals to think more now. Though, it's still surprising that, despite boldness in his voice and presence, he doesn't take any initiative in this one field.

You give him a little nudge, an innocent question about his plans for the next day.

"I don't have anything particular in mind. But I heard there's an interesting photography exhibition in the town's art gallery. There are a lot of good restaurants in that area, too, if you'd prefer a lunch?"

Profile Seven

Having his compliment accepted, he dares to step out of his shell bolder and bolder. Honestly, if he talked to you as he does now from the very beginning, he would make a much better impression on you. You're somewhat proud of yourself, for being able to encourage him to be himself around you.

You must admit—you love those unexpected fruits of your labor. He's becoming an open book in your hands and a puppy on your leash at the same time. You ask, you receive, no questions asked, except for that little expectation for the favor to be returned (that has more in common with looking at you pleadingly than demanding anything). You're dictating the pacing so you're shamelessly using the benefits of it. At some point you even dare to ask for a nude or at least a little friskier photo. You don't get it, but your eyes still nearly pop out at what you're offered.

It's a straight-out-of-the-pool mirror selfie, his hair wet and his swimming shorts clinging to his legs—and the view of his body forces you to sit down. You would never suspect he's going to be so ripped, not after the show of the divorced dad vibe in his gallery. If not for his face visible, you would be ready to assume he cheated and sent you someone else's photo. You still take an extra careful look, but the photo doesn't seem to be in any way edited.

Well, now you have to check if it's true. And luckily, you're soon offered an opportunity.

"I hope I'm not being too forward but—would you mind a casual stroll around the old town together?"

Profile Eight

Despite the pressing impression of falling into a tourist trap instead of finding company for a few steamy nights, you let the conversation unroll—and soon enough you realize he's not trying to advertise anything but not-so-smoothly tries to investigate what you would like to do. Your polite interest in everything must have confused his poor soul and, when out of options, he finally admits you've bet him in his own field, with a pouting emoji to go with it. What a cutie.

After this, the pacing of your messages eases a little and becomes more casual. He switches to sharing his favorite music with you, discussing movies and shows you both saw, spicing the casual conversation with a little bolder selfies. For a cute face he has his body is quite athletic, in a rather slim than buff way. He claims he doesn't do any particular sport but likes to be active. This season he's developed a liking for swimming in the sea, together with a group of new friends he met when exploring the cliffs.

He's talked about those cliffs before and you must admit it has stroked your curiosity the most. Having a better insight in his life and hobbies now, you realize it must have been his authentic passion that grasped your attention. You can't help but ask for more about them. What's so special about them? What can you do there? Can he guide you to the best viewing spot?

"can you swim? you can rent a boat but they look better when youre IN the water. dont worry about stamina if you can at least float i can get you there"

Profile Nine

Given his shy nature, you're preparing yourself to be the one who will propose a face-to-face meeting. He's not good with hints so trying to guide him in that direction would be a certain failure. You can either wait for his move—or do it yourself.

You don't have a problem with that—you're just still not sure if you really want to meet with him. You've chatted lots already but because of his nature you haven't gathered as much information as you would with a more open conversation partner. You need more time. And you have a feeling so does he.

The fact that his evenings and nights are busy (and that he sleeps past noon) goes against you as well. At least you're rewarded with some behind the scene shots and snippets from concerts held at his workplace. It looks like a really fun place, one you would gladly visit even without any Tinder schemes and dating intentions. It's clearly one of the establishments with an addictive vibe, pulling people close no matter what their music preferences are. Even those who aren't into live shows would have a good night there.

You don't say anything outright but he spots your interest and keeps feeding it. Entranced by his shyness you've managed to forget he's smart and attentive. No wonder his next move feels especially bold for him.

"i think tonight's show may interest you. if you want i can arrange a ticket? free ofc"

Profile Ten

The more you unpack about him, the more really unexpected surprises you dig out. As he keeps denying modeling accusations, you can't help but press the matter of his career until he caves and sends you a link to his workplace profile on Insta. Self-defense training? Now, that's not what you expected. He doesn't look like someone who knows how to throw fists.

He's on some of the demonstration videos—and once you see him in motion, you're taking everything back. He's fast and smooth, throwing his training partners—often big, heavy men—around as if they weighed nothing. Having now more comparison to other people around him, you also realize he's much bigger than he looked in his profile pictures.

But, overall, what has the biggest impression on you is his voice. It's a crime someone like him is teaching how to beat creeps instead of working with it. He should do audiobooks, radio, podcasts, audio dramas... Anything that could utilize his beautiful, smooth voice to its fullest. After the initial shock of seeing him in action, you pay more attention to the way he speaks, each sound crawling straight into your heart and pulling on all the right strings. From comments under the videos, you learn you're not the only one who's entranced.

Of course, you wouldn't be yourself if you wouldn't let him know about your new weakness. You're curious what he is going to do with such a powerful weapon in his hands.

"I would love to whisper something nice for your ear only, but maybe a cup of coffee first? I know a cozy and silent place, perfect for the first audio impression."

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 16

PREVIOUS

Sweeties is very busy tonight but they get a table relatively quickly. He sees some people looking at their group all dressed in the ‘required’ attire for going out to Eden’s and reminds himself that maybe it’s for the best that people remember him tonight. It MAY help the police find his body in a shallow grave somewhere if they can piece together his last few hours.

Nicky stops by the salad bar and grabs three packs of crackers. He hands one pack to FF who just stares blankly at it before shrugging and figuring his stomach needs something so he opens the pack and just eats the crackers.

Nicky looks at him with an abundance of fondness that he doesn’t understand but shakes his head and hands a laminated menu over to him to order dinner from. “I know you’re not drinking but you still gotta take your meds before we leave.” Nicky reminds and FF nods. He reaches into his pocket to confirm that they’re there and feels something cheap and plastic.

Oh god, he forgot to take his Happy Meal Toy out of his pocket. No one needs to know that.

He shoves his hand into his other jacket pocket and the sandwich baggy with his single dose for his Ulcer is right there.

He starts to look at the menu when he realizes that everyone else already knows what they’re going to order since they apparently come here regularly. He tries his best to never be a regular at any place where they can see him and repeat his order back to him (Hello CVS girl, yes thank you for holding some Pepto for him. No he is very brand loyal and would not like to try Tums thank you.)

FF stands behind the art of the panic pick.

He has cultivated this ability over his many years of panicking. He can look at a menu and pick an item that might not be the thing he most wants on that menu it is something that he can eat or drink. Then while he has that pick queued up and ready to fly if a member of the waitstaff comes over before he’s actually read what’s on offer he has his panic pick.

A place like this has GOT to have a burger.

He finds it under the sandwich section easily enough and now he has his panic pick as he peruses the rest of the menu.

The waitress comes far faster than he had anticipated and slams waters down at each of their spots. “What can I get you?” She asks and before anyone says anything Nicky and Aaron slide over the two packets of crackers that she takes before looking at the empty packet in front of FF, “Just two?” She asks.

WHAT KIND OF CODE IS THIS?

“Just two.” Nicky says grabbing his trash and handing it over to her.

She shrugs, “Anything else on the menu I can get you boys?” She asks.

They all make their orders and Nicky, bravely, steps in to remind him he likes his burgers well done when the waitress asks.

“Sorry, I should have warned you.” Nicky laughs bumping his shoulder against FF’s “This place has this stuff called cracker dust, it gets you high but it’s not addictive.” He says.

Every single 80’s PSA goes off in FF’s head all at once.

NICKY “FLIPS TURTLES BACK ONTO THEIR FEET” HEMMICK DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HOW THE ‘JUST SAY NO’ ADS HAD SAID HE WOULD.

There’s not a trench coat! He wasn’t even wearing a hoodie with the hood up! There’s no sunglasses! Nicky had given him a baggie for his ulcer meds but IT WAS A SANDWICH BAG.

“I see.” He says out loud.

“Do you wanna try some.” Aaron asks. He double checks and yeah Aaron is still in the same club clothes he had left the house with. He has on a hoodie but the hood is down.

He does as any 80’s teen sitcom protagonist does by the end of the episode.

“No thank you.”

He thinks Mr. T would be happy that he said No. That ad had been especially nerve wracking as a kid when Mr. T ‘shakes some sense’ into the camera.

“Alright, no worries. Neil and Andrew don’t do any either.” Nicky says quickly.

The drugs come with the food and Nicky and Aaron pocket them before handing over cash to the waitress who just counts it right there. He focuses on digging into his burger and realizes it has jalapeños on it but Nicky volunteers to eat them with his nachos and lets the conversation weave around him as he polishes off his burger and takes his ulcer meds. “Oh cool, hand me the bag so I can keep our stuff in there.” Nicky makes a grabbing motion with his hands and FF just hands it over.

He zones out as he eats his fries. He wonders if Great Gran is upset watching him or if she’s happy that he said no to drugs. Maybe he should have said yes, then he could at least be blasted out of his mind when Andrew dragged him to the basement.

Well, it’s too late now.

The waitress comes and clears out their plates but picks up her notepad and pen again. “So, what ice cream do you boys want tonight?” She asks and looks straight at FF.

But FF is prepared.

Ice cream places are easy. His panic pick is a given, it’s Vanilla. Every ice cream joint has it so he barely even notices how his heart rate kicks up to 190 BPM and his palms grow instantly sweaty.

“Vanilla.”

“Sorry Hun, we’re fresh out.”

OH GOD. QUICK, SAY SOMETHING ELSE.

“Surprise me.”

NO YOU IDIOT SAY CHOCOLATE.

“Surprise you?”

RETRACT, IT’S NOT TOO LATE.

“Yeah. Surprise me.” He repeats and he can FEEL Nicky vibrating with laughter next to him.

“Alright Hun, I’ll surprise you.” She winks at him and he blinks back at her.

The rest of the table all order (They’re all normal people who order strawberry (neil), the special with chocolate (Nicky), Lemon Sorbet (Aaron), and Brownie Fudge (Andrew).

“Surprise me.” Nicky whispers to him.

“I panicked.” He whispers back.

“Yeah obviously.” Nicky snorts but pats him, “It’s fine. The worst is you might end up with Pistachio or something.” He pats FF on the back.

FF likes Pistachio and the world loves to make FF suffer.

“Here you go hun. We just got this in, it’s Mango.” She says setting down two scoops of a bright orange ice cream down in front of him, “With a little surprise.” She winks again as she sets the other ice cream down.

They all get started.

Why is the Ice Cream kind of spicy?

He eventually puzzles out that the waitress has served him a Mango and some kind of pepper (probably habanero) ice cream. She smiles when he thanks her for the surprise, tries not to let it show how much the spice is KILLING his stomach let alone the acid of the mango.

Andrew has his eyes narrowed on him and he’s sure the man doesn’t want him to make a scene at a place that seems to be a frequent haunt for the family. So he eats every last bite and ignores how his lips tingle.

“Ohhh it must have been good. Maybe we should get you her number.” Nicky says looking at his empty bowl.

“No, I’m good.” She was pretty but considering the acid currently swirling in his stomach she probably thought he was an asshole for asking for her to ‘surprise him’. Even if that wasn’t the case, what if she thought it’d be cute to serve him this spicy ice cream as a cute couple thing? His stomach can’t take that.

“Aw man you’re no fun.” Nicky pouts.

They pay for their meals and the waitress hands him his receipt with a wink. He nods back at her before shoving the receipt into his pocket next to the Megamind toy. “Have a good night.” He says.

“You too Hun.” She says.

They head out for Eden’s and in a way the ice cream is a blessing because his stomach hurts enough that he barely even notices his anxiety about being at the place where Andrew most certainly is going to stab him at least once by the end of the night.

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[maddiethedog2]

Nanny's Candy Bowl

Your stomach growled as you sat on the floor of your living room, wearing nothing but a messy diaper and the pumpkin onesie that Daddy, your former boyfriend, had dubbed your 'Halloween costume.'

Months had passed since the appearance of Nanny, the imaginary purple kangaroo, and over that time you had found yourself slowly punished and regressed by you boyfriend. Nanny's shenanigans had lead you to be found in embarrassing situation after embarrassing situation. Each time, your boyfriend-turned-Daddy caught you, you found yet another privilege taken away from you.

It had been months since your cute little tushy had last felt the cool porcelain of the potty. You haven't been allowed to touch any 'adult' furniture for weeks, given fears you might leak.

Worst of all though, last week, Daddy banned big kid food. For the last week, you had eaten nothing but purees and baby bottles of milk. Not only was being fed baby food and bottle fed like an infant demeaning, but, you missed all of the wonderful flavors and textures of actual food.

But, today, you had put that out of your mind. It was Halloween, and you were determined to be the best baby possible for Daddy. He had hinted that if you were a good little one for the entire night, he might consider giving you back a few big kid privileges. You were ecstatic.

At least you were until Nanny bounced into the room out of no where.

"Hi there my stinky little baby!" Nanny said with her all-too-familiar sing-song tone, "It sounds like someone has a rumbly little tummy!"

Your face turned bright red, but you did your best to ignore your nightmare of an imaginary friend. You picked up one of your stuffies and twisted on your messy bottom, turning your back on the purple kangaroo.

Nanny wouldn't be so easily deterred.

"Someone's grumpy! Is it because you're so hungry? Nanny can fix that."

You turned your head over your shoulder to look at Nanny suspiciously. She was right, you were hungry. But, history had told you that everything Nanny offered was too good to be true.

When you saw Nanny, however, your eyes almost bulged out of your head as drool started to leak down your chin. In her soft, purple paws, was a big bowl nearly overflowing with candy. You subconsciously turned your body back towards Nanny.

"That's right baby, Nanny has candy!"

She bounced over to you and placed the bowl right between your legs.

"This will fill that empty little tum-tum up!" Nanny said, rubbing your tummy softly.

As if her touch was magic, suddenly your appetite was insatiable. Combined with the lack of adult food over the last week, you couldn't resist digging into the bowl of chocolate and pulling out a fist full of candy.

Just 5 minute later, Daddy walked into the room and shook his head in disappointment.

You blushed again, the red hue of your cheeks barely visible under the chocolate smeared all over your face and lips. Your hands were covered with chocolate as well. The bowl in front of you was empty, except for wrappers. And Nanny? Well, Nanny was no where to be seen.

"Seriously, you ate all of the Halloween candy? Now what are we supposed to give trick-or-treaters?" Daddy asked rhetorically, as he walked over and plucked the empty bowl from between your legs.

"Daddy, it's not my fault, Nanny gave me the..." You tried to explain.

Daddy was hearing nothing of it.

"Nanny gave me the candy bowl. Nanny won't let me go potty. Nanny made me make cummies humping the fucking couch," Daddy responded, anger boiling in his tone. "Enough, baby, enough! Nanny is a fucking imaginary kangaroo. Nanny can't make you do anything. I'm tired of you trying to blame a fucking kangaroo for all of your problems."

"But..." You tried to interject before being cut off.

"No buts, except maybe your messy one. I've clearly been coddling you too much. It's time you take responsibility for your own actions. Tonight, you are going to explain to every trick-or-treater we get why we don't have candy for them, in exactly the outfit you are wearing right now," Daddy lectured. "You can tell them all how much of a big baby you are."

You swallowed nervously, wanting to protest, but, before you could muster the words, the doorbell rang.

"Perfect, that must be our first trick-or-treater."

You watched as Daddy walked over to the door, opened it up, and laughed.

"Oh, this is perfect! Happy Halloween!"

You didn't like the sound of Daddy's laugh.

"Get over here, baby. Please come explain to this kind person why we don't have candy," Daddy commanded.

Reluctantly, you pushed yourself off of your messy bottom and waddled to the door, still covered in chocolate. When you looked past Daddy, you couldn't believe your eyes. Nanny was standing in the doorframe, holding a pillowcase in front of her.

"Nanny?" You stuttered out.

The purple kangaroo just smiled, "Nanny? Oh sweetie, you must have me confused with someone else. Although it looks," the kangaroo--or person dressed like a kangaroo--sniffed and continued, "and smells like you need one!"

You blushed again, moving to hide behind Daddy. He pushed you forward, not letting you escape your fate.

"Tell the nice lady why we don't have chocolate, baby," Daddy ordered.

You looked at your feet and took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the humiliating admission.

"I'm sorry we don't have candy, I ate it all like a big baby," you reluctantly admitted.

You felt a soft paw reach out and ruffle your hair. You looked up into the eyes of the kangaroo and suddenly became more than certain you were looking at Nanny.

"That's alright, sweetie, babies can't help themselves, can they?" Nanny said with a conspiratorial wink. "Happy Halloween, Little One!"

"Happy Halloween!" Daddy responded as he moved to shut the door and Nanny began to bounce away.

You melted into the floor in a puddle and pressed your chocolate stained hands to your face as you started to cry.

You were certain you had started Halloween with more than your fair share of both treats and tricks.

It was going to be a long night.

[princelytwerp]

Prince Finnick sir, I think you may be hungry

A prince who just woke up with a shockingly empty tum. Don’t think he had time amongst his royal duties to grab enough to eat. And as you can guess his belly is quite angry at that..

Also my first time drawing stomach like this, I’m honestly impressed xD Then again I’ve seen way too many references from other kink lovers lmao

[rebelwhump]

Donuts & Tummyaches

This story is set in the future of my current timeline, but I’ve struggled to find the motivation to write and this just came easier. In this fic, we meet Julie, Alice’s (future) girlfriend.

cw: emeto, burping

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After returning home from her morning shift at the campus cafeteria, Alice stripped out of her constricting uniform and collapsed on her bed, not bothering to get under the covers. This is where her girlfriend, Julie, found her. They had plans to meet up for lunch, but Julie received a text from her an hour ago saying she felt like shit and asked for a rain check. Being a school nurse, and natural caretaker, Julie promptly messaged her back saying she was on her way.

“Hi love, how’re you feeling?” Julie sat down next to Alice on the bed and started to run her fingers through her blonde and blue hair, in an attempt to both comfort and check for a fever. The blonde was clammy, but cool to the touch.

“Nrrgh,” Alice grunted as she buried her face into the pillow.

“I see. Could you be a bit more specific?” Julie pried with a slight smirk on her cherry lips.

“My belly feels all bloated and sloshy,” she admitted as she palmed the upset organ. Julie grimaced with sympathy.

“You definitely look uncomfortable. What did you have to eat today?”

“Not much,” Alice shrugged. “I ate a few leftover donuts this morning, an iced latte, and two energy drinks when I got to work.” Julie’s jaw dropped and she shook her head.

“Well no wonder your tummy is upset, my love. That’s a lot of liquid and sugar in a short amount of time!” The brunette rummaged through her oversized purse, the sound of pills being shook inside plastic bottles was all you could hear.

“Jesus! What do you have in there, an entire pharmacy?” Alice exclaimed.

“I am a nurse, silly.” The woman smiled. “I always come prepared. Especially when my patient is as adorable as you.” Alice rolled her eyes and rubbed at her swollen stomach, working up an airy belch. “Are you nauseous?”

“A little,” Alice confessed. “I just feel super gassy.” Another burp escaped, and she grimaced at the acidic fruity taste it left on her tongue.

“Why don’t we try an antacid?” She held out two tums. “Then I can rub your tummy and help you expel some of that trapped gas.” Her girlfriend sighed and accepted the medicine, chewing the chalky substance carefully. It left her mouth feeling sticky and dry. Swallowing thickly, she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her half empty water bottle, gulping down the remaining liquid. A wet sounding burp followed shortly after and the other girl instructed her to lay back down and gently lifted her tank top.

Warm hands snaked along Alice’s bloated tummy, gurgling and sloshing fiercely with the additional liquid. Julie traced her hands over the taut skin, searching for pockets of air and pressing her fingertips in gently, coaxing up a few shallow burps that she could tell didn’t bring any relief to the blonde. Switching it up, she began to rub the sides of her belly, then slowly moved towards the center under her belly button. A few more burps. Using more pressure, Julie kneaded the bloat that puffed out over the seam of her lacy black panties.

“Careful, Jules! You’re gonna - urp - make me barf.” Alice let out a strained burp. Julie let up a bit, but continued kneading in an upwards motion towards the top of the girl's tummy, where it was the tightest. She felt, as well as heard, a thick gurgle that traveled up to Alice’s throat. An enormous belch erupted, one that momentarily shocked both women.

“Oh god, I needed that!” Alice breathed a sigh of relief. Julie giggled, looking pleased with herself, and playfully patted her girlfriend’s exposed belly. The relief was short lived though as another burp brought with it remnants from the blonde's unhealthy breakfast and she shot up in bed. She quickly swallowed it back down, then coughed to clear her throat. “Fuck…I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Just try to relax your abdominal muscles and take some deep breaths,” Julie instructed, planting a kiss on her partner's forehead.

“I’m actually - hic - not feeling so hot.” Alice burped again, this time covering her mouth with her hand.

“Do you need to throw up, love?”

“Y-Yeah, I think so. I just got really nauseous all of a sudden,” she admitted. Julie climbed off the bed and reached out her hands to help escort Alice to the bathroom.

Once she had her kneeling in front of the toilet, Alice’s stomach seemed to sense that it was time to hit the eject button, and a flood of mostly liquid made its way up and out with barely any effort.

“That’s it. Good girl,” Julie cooed, keeping the hair away from her face with one hand while she patted her back with the other. “Get it all up.”

There were a few more retches and another splash in the toilet bowl before she signaled that she was done. The young nurse wiped the snot and bile from her girlfriend's face with a wad of toilet paper, much to her displeasure, before reaching up to flush the offending contents down the drain.

“I’m not an invalid, ya know?” Alice frowned. “I can blow my own nose, Jules.”

“Hush, you,” the woman retorted while she continued to fuss over her. Although Alice acted tough, she could see the faintest hint of a smile on her face - a slight crack in her hard exterior shell. “Now let’s get you up off the floor and back to bed. You must be freezing.” Alice, who was still in a tank top and panties, nodded and let herself be enveloped in a warm hug before being led back to the bedroom.

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

a really pukey, burpy, feverish aiden w oliver and issac as caretakers?

This one took forever😭

!TW! emeto

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“Too fucking early,” Aiden grumbled at the sound of some Tears For Fears song Spirit helped him set as his ringtone. Lying on his stomach, face smushed against his pillow, he began reaching out blindly to his ringing phone. He grabbed it and tuned his head, having to squint hard since he wasn’t wearing his glasses and the screen was bright. ‘Dad ;)’ was the name displayed on the screen.

He yawned as he answered the call and put it on speaker. “Hey, pops. Whassup?”

“Are you still sleeping, son??” his dad asked, waaaaay too loud and energetic. Aiden winced and turned the volume down a bit.

“Mm-hmmm,” he hummed in response. “So what? It’s so early.”

“It’s past noon,” his dad told him. “Are you okay?”

Aiden groaned. “It is not past noon, dad. It’s. . .” he squinted harder at the corner of his screen trying to read the tiny numbers. When the fuzziness cleared up a bit, his eyes widened. “Shit, it’s 12:57?!” The surprise startled him so much that he tangled up in his blankets and lost his balance as he tried to sit up, only to yelp as he tumbled off the side of his bed. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, earning a hearty laugh from his dad’s end of the call.

“I’ll let ya go, Aiden,” his dad said. “Don’t go back to sleep, please. And your mom wants you to come over tonight for dinner. Could ya? I know the drive is a pain, but we miss you, kid.”

Aiden used his bed to pull himself up and said, “Yeah yeah, sure. I’ll come, dad. Bye now.”

“Bye, Aiden. Love you.”

”Love you, too.” He ended the call and let out a heavy sigh. He grimaced now that he was awake and aware of the unhappy grumbling in his belly. He’d made the mistake enough times to know exactly what the issue was.

The day before, he’d been too tired from a full day of working out—trying some boxing and fighting classes that Spirit had recommended to him—that he fell asleep as soon as he got home and woke up exhausted and sore and starving. He didn’t give a shit about where he ate dinner. A Ci-Ci’s Pizza was where he found himself eating dinner at nine at night. He must’ve scarfed four slices of pizza, a basket of boneless wings, four of those powdered-sugar-covered brownies, and re-filled his cup 3 times with Pepsi.

He hated eating that unhealthy. Not because he didn’t enjoy the taste, but because of the gross feeling and awful aftermath.

Cramping and hugging his churning gut, Aiden made his way to his bathroom to sit on the toilet. It took at least twenty minutes before he felt empty and a bit lightheaded.

He flushed and immediately got in the shower, using warm water to was the sticky feeling of sweat away. He kept pressing a hand to his stomach and massaging, bringing up belches that did little to ease the tightness in his gut.

He got out of the shower, got dressed into some sweatpants and a loose hoodie, put on his glasses, and slowly made his way to his kitchen to search for Pepto or Tums or something.

He had nothing. No medicine besides cough drops.

He was thankful that there was a grocery store not to far from his apartment. He lazily slipped on some crocs and grabbed his keys and left his place.

It took everything in him to stay focused on the road instead of his stomach. He just wanted to take some medicine, and then go back to sleep.

He parked close to the front of the store and muffled a burp against his fist as he got out. Still, he felt awful. He was eating lettuce and water for the rest of the week, he told himself.

The store was surprisingly empty, which he was glad about because that meant there’d be basically no lines at the checkout area.

Aiden went to the medicine area of the store and began scanning the shelves for Pepto. He got it in tablet and liquid form. Now, all he had to do was get back home, take the nasty medicine, flop on his bed (or the couch cuz it’s closer), and go back to sleep.

He planted a hand on his stomach, biting the inside of his cheek. Maybe he’d visit the grocery store’s bathroom first.

“Aiden? Hey, man.”

The familiar voice snapped Aiden out of his own mind, and he turned his head enough to see Isaac coming down the aisle.

“Hey,” Aiden said, smiling and trying hard not to sound exhausted.

He must have failed because Isaac’s own smile faltered ever so slightly. The blonde noticed the medicine in his hands. “Are you sick?” he asked.

Aiden shrugged. “It’s just a stomachache,” he assured the blonde, lying. Then he couldn’t help but ask, “How’s Spirit?”

“She’s doing great. We’re just picking up some Tylenol and other things for her.”

Aiden raised a brow. “We?”

Isaac seemed like he was about to answer when someone else who wasn’t in the aisle suddenly yelled, “Would Spirit kill us if we brought cucumber Gatorade instead of the lemon-lime one?”

Isaac chuckled, yelling back, “She might kill me. You’re safe, even if it’s your fault.”

“Not my fault. It’s the store’s fault because it’s all they had.” A skinny and short black-haired boy entered the aisle, carrying an armful of cucumber Gatorade bottles. He was reading a small list as he came down the aisle. “Did you find the Tylenol? Because we just need chips, and that’s it. Unless we add something to this list ourselves.” He looked up then, and jumped slightly as he realized Aiden was also there, dropping one of the bottles.

Isaac couldn’t help but chuckle at the guy, and Aiden waved slightly.

“S-sorry,” the black-haired guy said, clearly embarrassed by his own jerkiness.

Isaac managed to stop laughing, but he was still smiling as he picked up the bottle and handed it back to the guy. “Olive, this is Aiden.”

Oliver smiled at him a bit, seeming a little shy. “Hi. I’m Oliver.”

“Nice to meet you.” Aiden put two and two together. “You must be friends with Spirit, too.”

Oliver seemed surprised by the observation. When he looked at Isaac with confusion, the blonde shrugged and stated, “He’s Spirit’s secret ‘friend’.” The way he said friend made Oliver’s eyes widen after a beat.

He looked at Aiden, and then back at Isaac. “Spirit’s dating someone??!!?” he exclaimed. “And you knew???!!!!”

“Well, we’re not ‘dating’ dating,” Aiden said, quite amused by the situation.

Oliver looked at him, still completely flabbergasted. “What does that mean?”

“Well. . . I guess. . .”

“They’re going out, but they’re not ‘official’ yet,” Isaac explained.

That explanation seemed to clear up some of Oliver’s confusion, but he still seemed shocked.

Oliver asked a question, but at that moment Aiden felt his stomach cramp and the felling made him dizzy, causing him to sway a bit. He steadied himself quickly, asking, “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I was wondering how long you’ve known Spirit,” Oliver repeated, now studying Aiden’s body language with his eyes. Isaac was doing the same, his smile slightly faltering.

“Oh.” Aiden wanted to get out of there. “Since before summer.” Scratch that. He needed to get out of there.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Isaac asked, noticing the way Aiden’s throat was bobbing.

Aiden nodded, but didn’t dare to open his mouth again. He felt his throat tickle.

That was the moment when Oliver also noticed the Pepto he was holding. “Are you gonna throw up?” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned and worried despite having just met him.

Aiden shook his head, jaw tense and willing his stomach to get into check. He brought a fist to his mouth, turning his head away from Isaac and Oliver as he let out a long burp muffled by his fist. He could faintly taste soda at the back of his throat.

His face burned as he lowered his fist, his embarrassment not exactly helping the feeling in his stomach. “Sorry about that. That was gross,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. The store felt colder, somehow. Aiden wondered if this was more than just his stomach being upset over his dinner.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Isaac said, seeming more concerned. “You sure you’re okay? You just went, like, three shades whiter.”

Aiden waved off his concern, shaking his head again, but this time doing so just made his head spin and had black spots appearing in his vision. He felt himself teeter to the side and braced himself against the shelves of medicine, knocking a few bottles and boxes over. Something was wrong.

“Shit,” Isaac cursed, stepping forward and grabbing Aiden’s shoulder. “So, clearly you’re not okay,” he assessed. The blonde’s hand found its way to his nape, and Isaac grimaced at the heat there. “You’re burning up.”

Aiden opened his mouth to say he was fine, but his stomach jolted and he doubled over. All that came out was another sickly burp, but that was warning enough for him to shut his mouth.

Isaac cursed again and started rummaging through his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a wallet. “Olive, c’mere.” Oliver walked over, and Isaac stuck his wallet in the guy’s pocket. He then grabbed a bottle of Tylenol that was right there on the shelf and handed that to Oliver, too. Then he took the Pepto from Aiden as well.

“Hey, what—?” Aiden started, but Isaac just told Oliver, “Go pay for the stuff. I’m gonna get him outside.”

Aiden felt his face burn, and he shook his head. “You don’t have to pay for—”

“It’s fine,” Isaac assured him. “You’re burning up, dude. Really, it’s no problem.” Isaac helped him stand up straight and kept an arm on his shoulder as they made their way to the front of the store.

By the time they got outside, Aiden felt like his head was dethatched from the rest of his body and he was fighting back another belch. Or maybe it was actual puke this time.

At the sidewalk, Aiden stopped and doubled over, letting the floodgates open and projectile vomiting onto the curb while Isaac kept a steadying hand on his shoulder.

Another large burp came up, followed by more puke. Aiden groaned as spit dangled from his lip. He spat onto the mess, but didn’t stand back up straight. He wasn’t done.

“This is a nasty bug,” Isaac sighed.

Aiden didn’t look up at him as he said, “Thanks for helping.”

Isaac squeezed his shoulder a bit. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m doing this for my own benefit as much as yours. Spirit would probably kill me if she ever found out I just left you to basically die.”

Aiden chuckled. “Mmm’not dying.”

Isaac shrugged. “Considering what I’m looking at right now, agree to disagree.”

Aiden couldn’t help but smirk a bit, but that small smile fell away as his stomach revolted again and another heavy stream of vomit came up, splattering on concrete and the tips of his shoes. Aiden was left breathless afterwards, panting and squeezing his eyes shut as his head spun.

And how the hell had it suddenly gotten colder?!

Aiden had no idea how long he was bent over and heaving, but before long, he heard Oliver’s voice again.

He was too dizzy to listen as Isaac and Oliver exchanged a few words. Aiden heard the jingling of keys, and then Isaac asked him something.

“Hmm?”

“I said, can you give me your keys?” The blonde repeated. “There’s no way you can drive like this.”

Aiden knew he was right, so he reached into his hoodie pocket and handed the keys to Isaac, finally standing up straight but keeping an arm around his gut. He looked at Oliver and put on a queasy grin. “This isn’t exactly how I imagined I’d meet another one of Spirit’s friends.”

Oliver chuckled at that, reaching into one of the bags he was holding and taking out the Pepto. “I’m just glad that I know that Sprit’s dating-not-dating someone,” Oliver shrugged, handing the medicine to Aiden. “I’m gonna bring her this stuff. I’m glad we met.”

Aiden laughed a little as he took the medicine and put it in his pocket. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Will do,” Oliver said before looking at Isaac. “Just text me your location when you want me to pick you up.”

Isaac nodded, and Oliver walked away.

“Okay, let’s get you home, big guy,” Isaac said, patting Aiden’s back.

Aiden raised a brow. “Big guy?”

“Are you gonna say I’m wrong? You’re, like, ten feet tall.”

Aiden let out a little snort. “I’m only 6’4’’,” he said.

Isaac scoffed. “Only?! You’re a giant. I rest my case, big guy.”

When they found Aiden’s car, Isaac seemed genuinely surprised by the sky-blue BMW. “I honestly pegged you for a pickup-truck or Wrangler kind of guy,” Isaac said as he got into the driver seat.

Aiden chuckled, reaching for his glove compartment and pulling out some grocery bags, causing Isaac to raise a brow at him while pulling out. “You get carsick?”

“No. I’m just still queasy,” Aiden answered, reclining his seat and closing his eyes. “My address is the first one saved in my car’s GPS.

Isaac touched the car screen, and Aiden took deep breaths to push down the nausea.

By the time the car came to a stop at his building, he could feel another bout of sick rising up his throat, and he threw open the car door to puke onto the ground.

“Damn, I’m sorry you’re feeling so crappy,” Isaac said sympathetically, holding Aiden by the shoulder to keep him from falling out.

Aiden gagged a few more times, bringing up little painful burps that made him flush with embarrassment. Then he sat up, undoing his seatbelt. “I’m empty,” he stated.

“Good,” Isaac sighed, sounding relieved.

“Thanks for the help,” Aiden said to Isaac gratefully.

The blonde nodded, getting out of the car with Aiden. “Which floor?”

“The second.”

They made their way up to Aiden’s apartment. Since Isaac still had Aiden’s keys, he unlocked the door so they could both go in.

Aiden grabbed a water bottle from his fridge and went straight to his couch, too exhausted to go all the way to his bedroom. He took the Pepto out of his pocket and started pouring some of the liquid into the cap while Isaac left his keys on the counter before making his way over.

“You gonna be okay if I leave?” Isaac asked. “You’re not gonna die?”

Aiden chuckled before downing the shot of medicine, grimacing at the taste and washing it down with the water. “I’ll be fine,” he assured the blonde. “I just need to sleep this off.”

Isaac nodded. “Okay. I found a marker on your counter and I wrote my number on a napkin, so just text me or something if you need anything. Okay?”

Aiden smiled and nodded. “Okay. Thanks, man.”

Just then, Isaac’s phone chimed in his pocket and he pulled it out. “Oliver’s outside,” he said. “You live surprisingly close to me, so don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

“I will,” Aiden assured him. “Thanks. And I’ll pay you back for—”

“No, you won’t,” Isaac stated. Then he smiled softer. “Consider it a thanks for being someone Spirit feels comfortable and relaxed with. It’s a bigger deal than you think it is.”

Aiden felt his smile fade a bit, wondering what Isaac meant by that.

“Get better and don’t die!” The blonde said as he left.

Exhausted, Aiden laid on his side on the couch, fishing his phone out of his pocket and texting his parents that he wasn’t feeling well and would come to dinner tomorrow.

As soon as he pressed send, another text came in. . . from Spirit. Two more followed.

He opened her messages and laughed.

Spirit🔥: So, I heard you met Oliver. First things first, he told me that ur sick and Isaac had to take you home??? Are you okay??

Spirit🔥: Second, Isaac is grounded for letting Oliver get me f-ing cucumber Gatorade.🤮🥒.

Spirit🔥: Third, call me if you’re up to it. I hope you feel better.

Aiden smiled at her messages, sending back a quick, ‘I’ll feel better after I take a nap. We can call later, I promise.’

He was almost about to also type ‘I love you’, but he stopped himself. He knew neither he nor Spirit were ready for that just yet.

Instead, he just texted, ‘Can’t wait to chat after my hibernation’ and put his phone away so he could go back to sleep.

[dangantums]

I KNOW I HAVEN’T GOTTEN TO REQUESTS YET BUT… i was soooo inspired by this post here that i had to write out a fic… @tum-bakery you never fail to inspire me with ur a.ce a.ttorney or stuffedronpa content

forgive me for any grammatical mistakes or anything of the sort, i wrote this really quick on mobile

Fly On The Wall

ship: w.rightworth

this fic contains: bloated belly, burps, belly rubs, button popping

TLDR: m.iles accidentally spies on p.hoenix stuffing himself after court one day.

In Miles and Phoenix’s shared cozy apartment, the aroma of fast food filled the air as Phoenix Wright sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by empty wrappers and containers that littered their kitchen counter. The attorney was working his way through his final half-eaten burger: work made him absolutely starving, so he decided to indulge and grab extra food on the way home from work. Grease stained his fingers as he took another bite, his movements once quick and efficient were now slow and labored, like he was chewing molasses. His eyelids drooped, tiredness hitting him like a truck. He was so tired that, in fact, he failed to notice his boyfriend Miles Edgeworth staring at him from the other room.

Miles sat at the dining room table, head turned to stare at Phoenix’s form. Legal documents remained bare, his laptop dimmed from the lack of usage to save battery. The attorney hadn’t even said as much as a ‘hello’ to Miles before he shoved the food onto the kitchen counter and began eating. And Miles has been watching him. Silently observing him this whole time. Like a fly on the wall, it’s like he wasn’t even there.

Phoenix’s once trim abdomen now bulged outward, straining against the fabric of his shirt as though pleading for mercy. The buttons threatened to pop open under the pressure. Labored breaths filled the room as he finally polished off the burger he held in his hand. Phoenix leaned back in the chair to close his eyes for a moment, a soft sigh escaping him as one hand now rubbed the side of his taut belly. His bloated belly protruded prominently, dominating his lap.

That was nearly the end of Miles. He felt his face grow red, cheeks hot to the touch as he quickly looked away. He stared at his dim laptop screen, the words in the email he was writing becoming jumbled in his head. All he could think about was Phoenix. How devourable and amazing he looked at that very moment. The prosecutor attempted to force himself back to work, leaning forward in the chair to look down at a sheet of paper he had next to the computer. As Miles attempted to meticulously review the legal intricacies of the case, noises started coming from the kitchen and he couldn't help but be distracted. Phoenix belched several times — and with each burp, Miles’ attention wavered, his thoughts drifting from his work to the scene playing out before him.

He had to look at Phoenix again. His gaze darted over to look at the man sitting at the kitchen counter. Phoenix was now gently rubbing his overfilled belly, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort. His hand moved in slow circles, tracing the contours of his swollen abdomen as he tried to soothe the ache within. Miles watched with a mixture of amusement, bewilderment and affection, his eyes never leaving Phoenix's bloated form.

As Phoenix let out a long sigh, his bloated belly expanding prominently, a sudden *pop* echoed through the kitchen. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the unmistakable sensation of a button giving way beneath the strain of his overfilled stomach. With a mixture of disbelief and amusement, Phoenix glanced down to see a button from his shirt lying innocently on the table, severed from its thread like a casualty of war. His mouth gaped open in surprise, like a fish out of water.

So did Miles’.

Miles swore his face couldn’t turn any more red. Couldn’t burn any hotter. But it did, like a blazing inferno, scalding to the touch. His hands tightened into a fist, desperate to grab something, but could only paw at the sheer tablecloth. His heart pounded in his chest, the thumping rang through his ears and echoed in his skull. Phoenix looked so devourable at this moment.

"Oops," Phoenix had muttered sheepishly, hands feathering gentle touches into his skin. The attorney chewed on the bottom of his lip before an expression that displayed a mixture of discomfort and determination appeared on his face. Phoenix pushed himself up from his chair, his bloated belly protesting with every movement. As he stood, he felt the full weight of his meal pressing heavily against him, causing him to wince slightly at the strain. With a steadying breath, Phoenix squared his shoulders and attempted to walk, his movements slow and deliberate as he tried to navigate the kitchen with his swollen abdomen. Each step was a struggle, his distended belly impeding his progress as he waddled awkwardly across the room.

Miles tried to speak, but words failed him. He could only watch as Phoenix waddled out of sight, presumably to their shared bedroom to sleep off that damn food coma. Miles blinked quickly, eyes fixated on the now empty chair and the empty wrappers that littered their kitchen counter. All Miles wanted to do at that moment was chase Phoenix down and tell him that he liked what he saw, but… he couldn’t.

Miles was just a fly on the wall.

[jelly-belly-sickfics]

Causing Chaos in My Belly

This one is based on a true story from a years back. Go easy on me please, this is my first one so I'm still getting used to the tags 🥺.

I had traveled all day to see my long-distance boyfriend and the first thing we did was have a little fun. I hadn’t eaten anything but a Starbucks coffee all day, and after swallowing a couple of his loads, we realized that eating cum on an empty stomach was a very bad idea. 

And now for my first sickfic! As a reminder, this is a (partial) work of fiction. All characters mentioned are fully consenting adults. 

CW: Mentions of sex

It had been four months since I had last seen my boyfriend. At the time, we went to schools on completely opposite sides of the country, but we were determined to make it work, even if that meant I had to spend 14 hours bouncing from airport to airport on cheap flights to see him. 

Anxious about accidently missing a flight, I decided to skip breakfast and lunch to make sure I was seated at my gate when it was time to board my next plane. I made the rookie mistake of not packing my own snacks, so the smell of greasy fried food from the fast-food kiosks in the. terminal teased and tortured me. All day, I caught whiffs of cheesy burgers, chicken nuggets and golden brown French fries that made my stomach growl underneath my university hoodie. 

It started out as polite, courtesy growls at first, gently vibrating against my skin, but as time progressed, grew into aggressive crampy growls that other passengers could hear. It was so loud that on my last plane, my middle seat mate overheard my stomach complaining and offered a Tums to “soothe my motion sickness”. I politely declined, embarrassed that I had let my hunger grow so out of control that others thought I was sick. For the rest of the two-hour flight, I kept my arms wrapped around my midsection to, hopefully, dull the growls.

I couldn’t have been more happy to land but my journey still had a one hour bus ride that stood between me and dinner…I mean, my boyfriend. I had gotten a bit lightheaded from the lack of food and fell asleep on the bus so I woke up to pulling in front of his University’s hotel, where he and several other students were waiting for us passengers. After giving me an embarrassingly passionate kiss, he lifted my bag onto his shoulder and took my hand into his free one, leading me into the little hotel.

We could barely wait to get checked in and up the elevator before we were desperately wrapped around each other, clumsily fumbling into our rented paradise for the weekend. But my stomach would not be ignored. 

All the way up the elevator. My belly protested its forced fast. “You wanna eat first?” my boyfriend asked while playfully nibbling on my ear. But before I could respond, another deep growl emanated from the depths of my stomach. “No,” I moaned as I gave into the sensation, “I can wait.” Another GGGGRRRR-uuuuuurl erupted with a cramp that wrapped around my middle, bouncing off the metal walls of the elevator. “Are you sure?” he said wrapping his arms around me and sliding his hands underneath my hoodie to meet the soft skin on my belly. He traced small circles around my navel. I shuttered under his touch, “I’m sure, I just need you right now.” He gave a satisfying hum, then pulled me out of the elevator to find our room.

There we spent another around making up for lost time. We found ourselves tangled in the hotel sheets, with my stomach still making its displeasure known but now, something felt a little different. Our first session had ended rather quickly with him finishing in my mouth, so I egerly swallowed and let him get ready for the second my going down on me. After I had finished and thoroughly soaked the towel we had handy, he was ready for the second round but somewhere toward the end of me riding his face, the sounds my stomach was making changed.

What was desperate growls before had transitioned to rolling grumbles. Maybe my stomach would finally give me some peace, I thought, but I did not know that was just the beginning. Everytime my my body moved, my stomach let out these odd cries, first airy, as if I was filled with gas, then they started to sound wet and squelchy. When I asked to get on top from being on my back, it felt like my stomach flipped with the position change. I loud, Gwoooooorlp sound came from my belly making both us stop cold. “Uh oh,” my boyfriend said panting, “That didn’t sound too good. Are you certain you don’t want to stop and get a snack or something? It doesn’t have to be a meal yet.” I shook my head and lowered myself down onto his cock. I wanted to make him again, I wanted to cum again and then we could eat.

Though my belly was virtually empty, things felt like they were starting to move inside. As I bounced on top of him, whatever stomach acid and cum were mixing together and my stomach was not happy about it, in fact, it was starting to feel really upset. After a few minutes of up and down, my stomach twisted and all of a sudden, my eyes got wide and I put a fist to my mouth. But I was too late, I burped a deep, guttural burp almost directly into his face. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” I apologized profusely while my stomach still churned. He laughed and said my it smelt like his cum, to which we both laughed. “My tummy feels a little funny now. I think I will need that snack,” I admitted shyly. He tried to hide the I-told-you-so look on his face, sat up and kissed me, “Wanna go get one now? We can finish later?” “Mmm, are you close? I was just before I burped in your face,” I said to him. He nodded vigorously, “I was trying not to cum so you could finish. If you want me to, I can, then we can go feed that hungry tummy of yours.”

About five minutes later, I came on top then instructed him to stand by the edge of the bed so he could finish on my tongue again, just like he likes. This meant that I had to lay at the edge of the bed on my stomach facing him. With my stomach pressed into the mattress I could really feel all the activity going on in there. Convinced it was hunger, I chose to ignore it and focus on pleasing him but just like before, I felt an unsettling grumble flip my belly and I could feel the air traveling up my esophagus. I tried to pull off his dick, but I wasn’t fast enough. “I’m gonna cum,” he said just as my throat opened and a massive, gurgling wet burp came up onto his cock. He moaned and shot his load into my throat. I swallowed instinctively as I tried to recover from the shock. “Fuck,” he said after the initial orgasm subsided, “That felt amazing.” 

I felt the second load go down warm and thick, getting caught at the top of my stomach before splashing in the gas, acid and other load already down there. Then, all hell broke loose. My belly began making these terrible, sickly thick gurgles as it tried to process something that was not food. I started to feel a little shaky so I sat up on the edge of the bed and put my hand to my stomach. “Uh, hey babe. Are you okay? You don’t look so good…” my boyfriend asked still sounding dazed from his orgasm. My stomach gurgled loudly and cramped, making me wince and lurch forward. “Oh that didn’t sound good either baby. Does you tummy hurt?” he asked, now fully concerned. He sat on the bed and put his hand over my hand that was rubbing my churning belly. I stifled another little burp between closed lips. “I think so. I don’t know what happened, I was fine and then…ow ow ow,” I cried as another cramp ripped though my belly. 

My boyfriend’s face turned completely white and he looked like he was starting to panic. “Was it something you ate? What did you have today?” He got up and grabbed a water bottle, unscrewing the top and handing it to me. “I had a caramel macchiato,” I burped into my fist helplessly. My stomach felt so sick. My head started to spin and the burps were coming more frequently. “And what else?” I shrugged. “You only had coffee? How long ago?” he asked. 

My stomach gurgled again and I moaned as I sucked down gulps of water. “Like 6:30 this morning,” I replied. I felt some of the water travel back up as I burped again. “That was 14 hours ago! You needed to eat! Why didn’t you eat?” he asked rubbing my tummy for me as I leaned back onto the bed. “I didn’t want to miss my flights to come see you,” I moaned as he worked my belly in clockwise circles. “Come on,” he said with a little chuckle, “You need to take care of yourself. I love seeing you, but I don’t want to make yourself sick over trying to come see me. Besides, I think I read somewhere that cum on an empty stomach can cause belly aches.” 

When he said that, my belly rebelled and burst into liquidly churns right under his hand. I burped another dangerously wet belch into my hand. “And you took two big loads like a champ. I’m sure that’s what’s causing all this chaos in your belly.” I laughed in between moans. Even through something like this, he could make me smile. “Still,” I said, “I like feeling your cum gurgling and churning deep inside me. Even if I feel like I am about to puke because of it.” At that, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead, “Even if you do, I will be right there with you. Now come on, let’s get some dinner before you really turn green.” I gave one last wet gurgling burp before agreeing to finally eat something other than his cum for dinner.