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boysbellyrubs · 1 year

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Hello!! I don’t know if this is too specific, but I would love for you to write something like it!! (Only if you want to tho ofc!!) Btw, I know their is no sickness in the ask, but you could put in an upset tummy from A.

A comes home after an incredibly rough day and is almost on the verge of tears. All they want is a hug and cuddles from their partner B. But B doesn’t pick up on their partners trouble and makes a snide remark or snaps at them mindlessly. They don’t realize anythings wrong until A bursts into tears . . . End in fluff pls!!(I think this would be so cute for Alistar and Nikau!! - sorry if I spelled it wrong) Thank you if you decide to do it!! ❤️❤️

here is the fic I promised before :D, it's quite long almost 3000 words. the ending is mid, i hope i have met both of your expectations with your asks. thank you very much for both of them hehe.

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Alistair, being Alistair, had made his day ten times worse than it already was. He had already anticipated a bad day, and his manifestation seemed to actually come true, just to spite him. His mood was down the drain, his outfit was shit, his classes were boring and everything about him felt awful. His stomach was terribly upset, he didn’t know if he was hungry or the stupid thing was getting sick, so as a result he was starving and bloated, belly pushing into his pants. Thankfully, his last class was wrapping up, an hour long tutorial that he didn’t contribute anything too; rather he sat in the corner leaning against the wall. He was sure he didn’t pick up anything the tutor was saying, let alone take any notes.

However, moving along he packed up his stuff with the sluggishness of a sloth, and dragged his feet out of the classroom. The person in front of him dropped the door on his face too, just his fucking luck. He scowled at their stupid haircut and started walking towards the bus stop. Oh, that was another thing, Nikau had needed the car today so he had to walk to University and now he was destined to go on a packed bus with a bunch of business men and crying babies. Joy.

The walk to the stop, Alistair reflected on how much of an awful day he had. It was downright laughable, he could’ve been on a sitcom with the amount of things that went wrong. His laptop was low on battery, the library was packed full of people, and he had only one hour breaks between all of his classes and lectures. And he was already pissed before his stomach even started to riot. So, on top of everything, his stomach gurgling away at him all day was like an incessant fly that wouldn’t stop flying around his ears.

As he walked, he found himself unconsciously holding his belly. He didn’t care what he looked like, other people be damned, all he wanted was to feel better. The walk seemed to take forever, the smell of tarmac, the sight of construction, the noise of city life, Alistair felt like his brain was melting. He zeroed in on the bus stop sign, willing himself to move faster.

It was empty. The lone bench was blissfully quiet as he heavily threw himself down on it. He shucked his bag off, sitting it against him, and threw his head back. His hair was sticking to the nape of his neck, gross, and his legs felt like jelly. Hot electricity coursed through his hands and arms, raising goosebumps and sending warning signals to his brain. He was sick. So sick yet so far from home. The bus was coming in ten minutes, the ten most agonising minutes of Alistair’s life. He wrapped both arms around his middle, holding it in place as it grumbled away incessantly.

His thoughts began to wander then. To his assignments, his boyfriend, the birds singing their annoying songs, how sick he felt. It was all coming together in Alistair’s mind, and in all honesty he wanted it to stop. His own brain almost made him break down at that bus stop. He ducked his head and sucked in harshly between his teeth, forcing the tears back into his tear ducts. Sickness floored him every time, broke down every emotional defence he had up, like a crack in a dam that grew and grew until a huge wave finally broke through. The pain in his belly, the overstimulating noise, the knowledge that every assignment would have to be pushed back for him to recover, was too much existentialism for the bus stop.

He gathered himself. Alistair turned to stare at where the bus would appear. He sat back on the bench, needing to feel the solid wood behind him. The gurgling hit a sharp note, his measly breakfast rumbling through the pit of his stomach. The organ twisted on bits of bread, trying to digest something that wouldn’t move past his stomach. He rubbed a hand over the tight spot.

Focusing on his own body, he didn’t notice the bus finally arriving. It pulled into the stop and Alistair had to force himself up, feeling his back slouch and his knees wobble, he stepped up onto the bus and sat on the closest free seat. He stared out the window, pulling a deep breath into his lungs. He closed his eyes, hoping the bus ride was the smoothest of his life.

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Alistair trudged through the front door, groaning loudly to announce his presence. He pretty much threw his bag onto the ground, slamming the front door with his foot. The bus messed up his stomach even more, the churning getting worse and morphing into a nauseating mess inside him. He wrapped his left arm around his bloated belly, hunching over and went searching for Nikau.

The house was quiet, the only sound were Alistair’s heavy footfalls. God, he hated being sick. He groaned again when his stomach bubbled, the bug getting angrier by the second the longer he ignored it.

He got tired of searching, “Nikau! Are you here babe?”

There was a muffled reply that came from the bedroom. Alistair smiled to himself, excited to see his boyfriend after the day he’s had. His legs were heavy as he climbed up the stairs; the landing felt like it kept stretching further away from him like an oasis in a desert. His head pounded as he ascended making him shut his eyes as he finally made it to the second floor. Alistair pretty much threw his hand on the knob, knocking it down as he pushed his way inside the bedroom.

Nikau was on the bed, headphones in and laptop resting on his lap. He immediately brought a finger up to his lips, silencing Alistair’s planned complaint. Nikau’s face was very serious as he went back to staring at the laptop screen. The redheads mood decreased further, no longer feeling as excited as he was before, realising that he was going to have to wait.

Nonetheless, he sat down on the bed, flopping backward onto the pillow. His stomach rolled, making him groan deeply with the movement. Nikua shot him a look that withered the seed of hope in his chest. Alistair stole a look at the computer screen and saw the all familiar squares of a Zoom meeting. He frowned, Nikau hadn’t mentioned this at all so it must have been sudden. No wonder he was so pissed off.

Alistair closed his eyes, throwing his forearm over his eyes. The darkness was incredibly comforting, the tension in his eyebrows and jaw releasing. His other hand was rubbing along the harsh lines on his lower belly where his jeans had been cutting into him. Alistair’s tummy rumbled, nausea increasing as he sat in darkness. He almost hoped Nikau was taking notice without him having to utter a word.

The room was quiet. Alistair heard the little taps of Nikau’s keyboard flowing into his ears. It was like ASMR, quieting the anxious little voice that wouldn’t shut up. He couldn’t wait till Nikau’s Zoom was over. He conjured up an image of both of them on the couch, Nikau’s hand rubbing soft circles into Alistair’s belly, muting the upset gurgles, with cups of tea and something stupid on the TV to distract him. Getting into bed and falling asleep with Nikau’s strong arms wrapped around his middle, magically getting better by the morning.

Alistair caught himself smiling at the thought. So dramatic. He huffed at his own voice. He breathed deeply, stomach inflating with breath. After everything, he almost fell asleep. However, Nikau had decided to slam his laptop shut, sighing angrily and pushing himself off the bed with a huff.

The bed shook and Alistair’s stomach sloshed, a heavy gurgle spreading across his middle. He threw his arm off his eyes, watching Nikau pace around the room and finally coming to a stop at the windowsill, leaning on it like he was in a period drama. Alistair sat up,

“Nikau?”

“What?” The word was spat out like a curse. Alistair immediately wondered what the Zoom had been about.

“Are you alright?” Alistair didn’t notice how shaky his voice sounded, and neither did Nikau apparently. He turned around with a stormy look in his eyes, the setting sun outlined him. Alistair had to squint to look at him.

Nikau shook his head roughly, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Alistair sighed, now nervous about telling him his own problems. He didn’t have the chance though, Nikau already moving out of the room. Alistair got up to follow, vertigo crashing into him. He lost his footing a little, stumbling towards the dresser. He moaned as the world tilted sideways. Nikau turned around,

“What is wrong, Star? I don’t have the energy right now.” His words stung, but he knew Nikau didn’t really mean them.

“N-nothing.” As soon as the word left his mouth Nikau turned around and disappeared from sight. Alistair leaned against the dresser more, taking deep breaths in and out. His stomach was spinning, echoing his head. The more he stood there, the more anxious he felt about throwing up. It was definitely on the horizon and he felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes. Alistair made his way to the bathroom, vomiting inevitable.

His hand never left the wall, hunched over himself as the nausea increased the closer he got to the bathroom door. He slapped a hand over his mouth as he gagged, vomit filling his mouth and burning his tongue. He burst into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, vomit spilling from his lips. He coughed harshly, a heave bringing up another fierce wave as he almost fell forward. His stomach gurgled, a wet burp preceding another gag and a mouthful of vomit. He had a moment of reprieve and he sat himself down, knees slamming into the tile. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, leaning over the toilet now that he had more stability.

His stomach brought up another wave, and Alistair was surprised at the amount of vomit coming up. Coughing, panting and groaning was all that was heard around the walls of the bathroom. Alistair thought he was being loud, but apparently not loud enough for Nikau to notice. He groaned, his neck losing its strength and his head fell forward. The gurgling noises coming from his insides weren’t letting up, it almost felt like they were getting louder. He forced up a burp, which only made him gag, spitting up a chunky mouthful. Alistair moaned, arms squeezing tighter.

“Fuck.” He whined, clearing his throat and hating the feeling of his saliva dangling from his lips. His knees ached on the floor. His headache grew, a pulsing right behind his eyes. His mouth filled with saliva again, jaw tingling, and another wave was brought up into the mess in front of him. His gut finally started to calm down a little so he took the time to catch his breath. Everything was aching, he was freezing, and now he was hiccuping. He sighed, running a hand down his sweaty face. His hair was sticking to his forehead now and he felt disgusting.

He sniffled, spitting out the last remains. His hands shook as he flushed away the mess. He shakily stood, washed his hands quickly and threw some water over his face and swirled some in his mouth. He hoped Nikau had calmed down a little, it was already bad enough he felt like shit he didn’t want to feel even worse by making Nikau upset.

Alistair left the bathroom with a heavy gait. His journey down the stairs was thankfully uneventful, but by the time he made it down he felt weaker than he did immediately after vomiting. He felt like he was about to pass out. Making his way slowly to the living room, he kept his arm wrapped around his middle and found Nikau scrolling on his phone.

He cleared his throat, “Nikau?”

The man hummed, not even looking at Alistair. Alistair sagged a little, a bit defeated that his boyfriend was paying him any attention. He moved on then, to the kitchen where he fixed himself a healthy meal of ibuprofen and water. He gulped down a mouthful, wary of drinking too much. He leant back against it, staring out at the back of Nikau’s head. He still was curious as to what had upset him so much, but he knew he needed to let Nikau deal with it on his own for a bit.

All this thinking distracted him from his condition, but a cramp hit his belly right as he relaxed a bit too much. He gasped, his hand clutching his tummy, the ibuprofen coming back with a vengeance. He powered through it alone, fever addled brain making him feel worse that Nikau hadn’t even got up from his seat at Alistair’s noise. His pitiful thinking brought on more tears, but these were unable to be stopped. They made tracks down his cheeks, meeting on his jawline and falling to the ground. His belly cramped again, Alistair hunching over himself and using the bench as a support to not fall immediately to the ground.

He clamped a hand over his mouth when a sob broke through, desperately trying to make himself quiet. Nikau didn’t need extra worry. Nikau didn’t want extra worry. Nikau didn’t want to help.

No matter how much he tried to be silent, Alistair’s cries weren’t unheard. Nikau turned his head, noticing right away the state Alistair was in. He got up in a rush, throwing his phone down and approached his sickly boyfriend.

His hands landed on Alistair’s upper arms, “Star, hey are you okay?”

Alistair fell forward, his forehead landing on Nikau’s shoulder. His cries got louder then, “No, I feel like absolute rubbish, Nikau. My belly hurts.” He whined, arms winding tighter around his middle.

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry for not noticing. How long have you felt like this?” His hands moved to Alistair’s warm back, moving up and down his spine.

“Since lunch. I thought I might have just been hungry but it just got worse,” He paused, unsure if he should say this, “I threw up before.”

Nikau reeled back, eyes desperately searching Alistair’s face, “For real?”

Alistair nodded, a few more tears slipping past his eyes. Nikau sighed, pulling Alistair back into a gentle hug. The heat from Alistair’s body made Nikau feel warm, and he connected the dots as to why his boyfriend was so upset. He felt terrible. But, now that he understood he knew exactly what to do.

He pulled back more slowly this time, watching Alistair’s eyes flutter with another cramp. He hissed in sympathy.

“Okay, sweetheart let's get you settled. I’ll get you feeling better in no time.” He tried to peel Alistair off the counter as gently as possible, coming around to his side and wrapping his arm around his shoulders. They moved as one towards the living room, Nikau depositing Alistair on the couch and reaching for the nearest blanket to lay over his lap. He leant forward and got Alistair’s attention by cupping his hands on his jaw,

“Be right back.”

Alistair watched him leave, sinking down into the couch. His thoughts were still running, but as he sat down he admittedly felt a tad better. His stomach calmed down a little, and his legs were thankful that he was sitting down and resting. Alistair leaned his head back on the couch, hand resting on the crest of his swollen stomach.

He barely moved when Nikau returned, he heard a bucket be placed on the coffee table, and he felt the couch dip as Nikau sat next to him. The man touched his knee,

“You feeling okay? You don’t look so good, babe.”

Alistair shook his head, “I really don’t feel good.” Turning his head he met Nikau’s eyes, a pitiful expression on his face. Nikau made a clicking noise with his teeth, sitting a little closer to put his hand on Alistair’s belly. He leaned forward and kissed his cheek as he started to rub Alistair’s upset stomach.

Alistair moaned, the cramps coming back with the touch of Nikau’s fingertips. He pushed his stomach out, needing the pressure and comforting weight. Nikau quickly got the memo, pushing a little deeper into his belly. He burped, covering his mouth with his hand.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. If you need to let them out just do it.”

The man groaned at the feel of another burp forcing its way up his throat. His hand joined Nikau on his tummy, rubbing the underside as it swelled with pressure. His stomach wasn’t perfectly flat, yet the softness of his belly was completely overtaken by the bloating of this illness, the skin stretched tight as it worked its way through his guts. His throat jumped at a wet burp, chest lurching. Nikau paused,

“Are you gonna throw up?”

Alistair shook his head, “Just gassy.”

Nikau hummed, kissing his cheek again. The room fell silent bar Alistair’s stomach and burping. There was a tension in the air though, Nikau was the first to break it.

“I’m sorry about not noticing how sick you were before. Also, I ignored you when you were clearly ill. I’m sorry, Star.”

Alistair didn’t really know what to say. His brain was too muddled to come up with a response, too much pain and exhaustion, so he just shook his head and leaned into Nikau, hoping that was enough to get Nikau to relax. It felt like he did, his hand was still rubbing along the swell of his belly and his other hand was playing with the wavy strands of hair at the crown of Alistair’s head. ---

pls don't flop

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angstyaches · 1 year

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For a request, maybe something fluffy where Shayne kinda hints that he knows Charlie has a tummy kink, and kinda teases him a little bit about it. (Hope you had a wonderful break 💛)

It's definitely not my best work, but it's been a long few weeks and I'm tired lol

Thank you to the original anon and to all the anons who helped me with this prompt! Sorry this took so long. And sorry that Shayne ends up flustering himself as much as Charlie, that's just how it realistically played out. Hopefully that doesn't take too much away!

CW: stomach kink mention/implied, stomach ache (mild), belly rubs, embarrassment, a bit of silly banter as promised.

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Shayne held his breath and waited for Charlie to look at him.

He could feel his stomach churn as it had been doing since dinner, resulting in a mild belly ache, but this was the first time that it had gurgled audibly. It was loud enough to be heard over the TV. A creaking, straining sound.

Even if Charlie hadn’t turned his head, Shayne wouldn’t have deluded himself into thinking he hadn’t heard. Charlie could easily ignore the shrieking of the dishwasher when it finished a load, but there were some things his ears just seemed more attuned to than others.

The pain in Shayne’s stomach dulled, momentarily overwhelmed by something warmer, softer. As predicted, Charlie wore a strained look of concern. His gaze kept veering down towards Shayne’s stomach, but he also seemed to be trying his best to discern the emotion in Shayne’s face.

Well, good luck, Shayne thought. He struggled to discern his own emotions these days.

“Um, sorry.”

“What?” Charlie blinked and a smile appeared on his face. The picture of innocence. “Why are you sorry?”

This bastard. Was Charlie feigning ignorance to make him say it out loud? Drawing out what was already an embarrassing moment?

Shayne’s soul wanted to shrivel at the thought of falling for such obvious bait, but this was Charlie. If Charlie was trying to prompt him to say or do something, it was just because he thought it was... What, exactly? Cute? Funny? Shayne didn’t have a firm grasp on what went through Charlie’s head when he behaved like this, but he had the vague sense that questioning Charlie about it would shatter something that could never be made the same way again.

Shayne swallowed. He was really doing this.

He laid one hand on his stomach. He’d found himself doing this a couple of time while on a video call with Charlie, just to see how his boyfriend would react to it. Charlie had never mentioned it, but Shayne could always tell, could always see him fighting back a grin, when he noticed.

Of course, it felt a little bit more intimidating when they were in person, but since his stomach had already drawn attention to itself, he decided he didn’t have anything to lose.

He let out what he’d intended to be a sigh, but the sound could have also passed for an exaggerated groan. He slumped against Charlie’s shoulder, not because he wanted to snuggle, but because he wanted to hide his face for the next part.

“My tummy kind of hurts,” he mumbled.

Charlie inhaled sharply. Shayne could have sworn he could hear his boyfriend’s brain rebooting like a laptop, fans whirring and hard drives turning over.

“Aw, I’m sorry, lovely.” To his credit, Charlie’s voice sounded relatively normal. He looped an arm around Shayne and pulled him closer, pressing his face into the side of Shayne’s neck, as though hiding his expression even though it wasn’t in Shayne’s line of sight. “Is something from dinner not agreeing with you?”

Follow-up questions? Shayne hadn’t braced himself for those. He wanted to curl up in a ball, which, luckily, he was already halfway to achieving. “I don’t know.”

“Are you nervous about anything?”

Shayne shrugged. “I mean, I could be. I’m hanging out with this guy that I kind of like.”

That wrangled a burst of laughter out of Charlie. Shayne couldn’t resist lifting his head now, just to see the smile that he'd won. He wasn’t surprised at all as he took in the redness in Charlie’s cheeks, and the way he seemed to be pulling on the inside of his lower lip with his teeth.

“Oh, yeah?”

Perfect, as always. “Yeah. He desperately needs a fucking haircut, though.”

“Hey – careful.” Charlie’s eyes flashed, his gentle smile morphing into a smirk. His fingers traced the width of Shayne’s stomach, travelling lightly. “He knows your weak spots.”

Charlie’s fingers switched to a scrabbling motion that made Shayne sit up a little straighter and – once again – catch his breath. He brought both hands to his stomach now as the muscles tensed, instinctively trying to cover as much of it as possible to fend off Charlie’s hands.

“Oh – sorry. Sorry.” Charlie pulled his hands back, showing both his palms. “Sore tummy. I forgot.”

Shayne raised an eyebrow. Liar. And then, even though the tickling had only triggered a small spasm, he rubbed his stomach as if he’d been punched there. “Yeah, ow.”

Charlie hummed in amusement. “I said I'm sorry.”

He pressed one hand against Shayne’s belly, fingers out straight this time. Shayne felt a twinge of shame at the way his stomach chose that moment to churn and groan, as though it’d been waiting.

He made an exaggerated gesture of lifting Charlie’s hand from his torso and mimicked batting it away. “Um, no. Get off me, weirdo.”

Guilt passed over Charlie’s face before he – with a disbelieving glimmer in his eyes – realised that it was a joke. In fairness, it wasn’t hard to sell discomfort when Shayne genuinely felt like burying himself in the ground and never coming back up.

“Oh, I’m a weirdo now?” Charlie demanded. He shifted his weight so that he was facing Shayne a little more head-on, and propped his elbow on the back of the couch. “A minute ago, I was some guy you liked!”

“That guy turned out to be a weirdo.”

“Well, he’s a very sorry weirdo who won’t try to tickle you again.” Charlie’s smile deepened. He was still doing the lip-biting thing, though he clearly thought he was doing a more subtle job than he really was. “I’ll be super gentle. I promise.”

Shayne’s belly fluttered at the quiet desperation in Charlie's eyes. Fuck.

“Fine.” He rolled a little further onto his back and laid his legs out across the couch. The back of his head rested against Charlie’s sternum. If he tilted it back, he had a view of the underside of Charlie’s chin.

Charlie was true to his word. He gently smoothed his palm across Shayne’s stomach a couple of times as silence settled over them. Shayne closed his eyes for a few seconds, and when he half-opened them again, Charlie was looking at the TV.

“Shit, I missed everything that’s happened so far,” Charlie laughed. He reached for his phone and put the episode back about five minutes. His other hand never stayed still on Shayne’s belly for longer than a few seconds at a time. He broke up the big, sweeping strokes by massaging it with his fingertips whenever he noticed a tight point, or heard another one of its sluggish gurgles.

Shayne told himself to try to relax, but quickly realised that the ‘trying’ wasn’t necessary. He felt his t-shirt start to crinkle up under the movement of Charlie’s hand, and the first three times it happened, Charlie carefully smoothed it back into place.

When it started riding up again, Shayne reached down to lift it out of the way. He pulled it up as far as his ribcage, holding his breath the entire time.

Charlie glanced down, and the look on his face was... well, Shayne could have compared it to the look on Felix’s face when he talked about food, or Rin’s giddiness when she watched videos of ducks marching in a line, but neither of those were quite the same thing. It wasn’t the look that characters in TV shows gave each other just before they started ripping their clothes off, either.

The sigh that passed Charlie's lips might have carried the word 'fuck' with it, but... that could have been Shayne's imagination.

The warmth of Charlie’s hand against his belly made him inhale deeply to suppress a shiver. Charlie’s fingers started out splayed in opposite directions, and he dragged his fingertips inward so that they almost collided in the middle. It was like his hand thought he was scratching a cat’s head, only it was slower, and more pressurised, than a scratch.

Shayne didn’t have to fake the little moan that bubbled up in his throat. As much as he told himself it was all for Charlie’s – bizarre and unexplainable – benefit, he couldn’t deny that he was getting something out of this arrangement, too.

“Mmm.”

Charlie chuckled softly. “What, lovely?”

Shayne inhaled and exhaled again before answering, giving himself a second to think. And giving Charlie a second to stew. He closed his eyes, unable to make himself talk while Charlie’s face loomed right above him.

“You always make my stomach feel so much better.”

“O-oh,” Charlie stammered. “Really? Is that – I mean, is that the only reason you keep a weirdo like me around?”

“Shut up,” Shayne mumbled. “I know you like it.”

Charlie fell silent at that, and his fingers clenched into a fist resting at the centre of Shayne’s belly.

"I... what?" Charlie half-groaned. "What do you mean?"

Shit. Had that been too much? Had Shayne shattered the thing he was supposed to be keeping intact?

“Like… all the touching.” His mouth started talking while his mind still scrambled for something to say. “I know I get weird about it sometimes.”

“Oh.” Charlie sounded more surprised than relieved.

Shayne tilted his head back to see more of Charlie’s face. His heart was hammering in his chest. He’d been panicking, hoping to find some half-truth he could use to break up the awkwardness and spare Charlie’s feelings, but he'd ended up saying something honest.

It felt like he’d stripped his whole body bare, not just his stomach, but somehow it wasn’t an altogether scary feeling.

“I – lovely, just...” As Charlie’s hand slowly unfurled across Shayne’s stomach again, he also carded his free hand through Shayne’s hair. “Just know I don’t ever want to rush you into anything.”

Shayne raised his eyebrows slightly. “You don’t.”

He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell Charlie he was amazing. How grateful he was for his endless patience. How loved and taken care of he felt when Charlie was around. But Charlie chose that moment to resume his gentle massage of Shayne’s belly, and the tingling sensation that filtered down through his skin to his insides made everything else fall right out of his head.

“Mmm,” he said again.

There was a soft, shaky sigh as Charlie let his head fall back against the couch cushions, no longer bothered by the fact that the episode continued to play without either of them watching.

"Mm," Charlie mumbled quietly in agreement.

#StW Shayne #StW Charlie #tummy kink #stomach kink #stomach rubs #hurt and comfort #hurt comfort #kink mention #stomach ache fic #sickfic

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butterfliesornauseous · 1 year

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Warning for reference to a person’s body,

I don’t really talk about bloats on here but…

something about a more smaller sickie who doesn’t really get bloated, having caretaker rub their upset belly and feeling a bloat and saying ‘oh look who has made an appearance.’ to refer being able to feel sickie’s tummy for once is 🥰

Like maybe they say it make sickie laugh or as a tease for a more filled up tummy. Or even they say it because it they are shocked to feel it.

Or an alternative thing like saying

“welcome back, haven’t seen you in a while”

“Look who decided to show up after all this some”

I don’t know if it actually makes sense but in my

brain it does 🫣

#stomach kink #stomach rubs #i don’t know if it makes sense but I thought it was cute :))#i don’t know my brain thought of it and I felt like posting #bloated stomach #tummy bloat

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aching-tummies · 1 year

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Hungry Upset RP-Starter

Woke up with a nasty combination of an upset stomach as well as feeling a bit hungry. Decided to indulge for a moment and it got me wondering what some of you would do if you found me and my stomach in this state. Go ahead--gimme your best response ^^

I squirm in bed as wakefulness stirs behind my eyelids. I left my window open a crack for some air-flow now that the days are warmer, but the incessant chirping is annoying. Even so, it's not the chirping that woke me.

My stomach growls angrily, my intestines joining in with an ominous rumble. A sticky, queasy feeling has taken up residence in my guts with my hollow stomach currently cramping in hunger. I curl against the warring sensations with a groan. The clock reads 5:30AM. Much too early to be awake on a good day, and definitely too early for stomach distress.

I prod at my stomach with a frown. What the hell could it be griping about? I haven't eaten anything solid since breakfast yesterday. I've been fasting, trying to quell the increasing upset that's been building up for the better part of the week. It's the usual stress and exhaustion. Working two different jobs, relying on unreliable transit, the changing of the seasons causing all the little aches and pains to come out, as well as the million other tasks and bills that make up the daily grind have all sort of come to a head. I've been looking into taking some online courses on top of all of this and the stress of trying to add that to all that I'm juggling has manifested in a prolonged upset stomach. Unfortunately, with the rising costs at the grocery store, we haven't gotten our usual groceries, so an unfamiliar diet is joining the fray in stirring up trouble in my abdomen.

I palm at my stomach, a bit surprised at how much of it my hand covers. I don't have particularly large hands or anything. I guess I have been losing weight lately, and the current fast and empty/upset state of my stomach really shows it. My stomach rumbles angrily again, hunger and upset rolling around like lions wrestling out in the wild. I pat at my belly, trying to quell the sensations, but only serving to aggravate my stomach a little more.

Sitting up with a sigh, I'm not impressed when my stomach gripes and rumbles at the motion. I rub a slow circle over my little belly before getting up, hoping that a change of scenery will make me feel less 'meh'. If we still have any teabags in the kitchen, I'm hoping that some tea will help settle my stomach. A hungry grumble reverberates in my stomach at the thought of tea. Nope. No way. I'm not eating a thing until this gross, sticky, upset feeling is completely out of my system.

Tea in-hand, I decide to sit on the couch and wait for the tea to stop steaming. As I sit there, I find myself rubbing at my stomach over my shirt. I feel gross and my stomach kind of hurts. The bottom two thirds feels gross and sickly while the top third is experiencing some nasty hunger pangs. I'm glad that I managed to pawn off my shift to a coworker today. I really don't want to work with my stomach in the mess that it's currently in. Hopefully, an entire day of tummy rubs will quell the upset in my guts.

I'm mesmerized by my stomach and the sickly sensations within it as I rub in slow circles over it. A queasy ache has developed near my navel area and the hunger pangs are becoming more frequent. So focused am I that I flinch when I hear your bedroom door open. I'd forgotten about you. Here's hoping that you'll have to work today or something. I quickly tear my hands off of my belly, fumbling for the still-steaming mug of tea to occupy my hands. My stomach churns, unhappy at the loss of attention.

#tummy kink #stomach ache #upset stomach #belly rubs #stomach rubs #rp-starter

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exhoix · 8 months

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TW NSFT + EMETO

Emeto nsft stuff under the cut.

So they threw up, and I can't help but wish i was there. I'd rub their tummy and help them clean up and just make them feel better.

update, they came over and almost threw up on my floor. Their stomach was going nuts, churning and bubbling and groaning.

We ended up fucking later in the night and I had my hand pressed into their stomach. I couldn't tell if they were moaning from pleasure or sickness, probably a mixture of both~

#exhoixs-musings #tw emeto #tw emetophobia #emetophilia #emeto kink #emeto #emeto tw #tummy rubs #belly rubs #stomach rubs #nsft

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amalepregnancyworld · 9 months

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#Jeremy Sumpter #gut #exjock #belly #stomach #abs to gut #abs to belly #belly rubs #stuffed #mpreg

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slay-ers · 3 months

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I want to baby and feed a boy slowly over time, making him rich, filling home cooked meals and feeding them to him. Making sure he is full after dinner and maybe giving him some dessert as a reward for eating so well. Then I want to rub his full tight belly while he lays there sleepily digesting and plant kisses all over his belly while i praise him for being such a good boy.

#tummy kink #belly k!nk #soft feedism #chubby #tummy rubs #full belly #stomach sounds #belly kisses #tummy kisses

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plumpybunny · 6 months

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However, I didn’t stop there~ Sure, my belly was heavy and slowly swelling up, I wanted it to be tight, extremely full, and so, I decided to toss a bit of soda and mentos…

Once I started to chug the soda, I could feel my belly growing, quickly pushing outwards, the belt under my check digging deeper and deeper as my greedy belly took more and more space. I groaned and huffed, my belly expanding with no control. I was *big~*

I had to keep tugging my tank top down, my belly pushing my legs apart. M-mmmh… I felt so taut and round, perfect for some belly rubs~

I was able to get a nice little video of my belly~ Warning: it’s hot 🤭

After a bit of catching my breath and letting my belly rest for a moment, I was able to take other photos of my swollen tummy~

Was I a good piggy today?~ ☺️

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boysbellyrubs · 1 year

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I’ve posted something like this before when I first started this account, but I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head. I hope you enjoy :))

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It was quiet in Caine and Lincoln’s apartment. They had a pretty cruisy afternoon, except for the fact one had a pretty brutal stomach ache and the other was bored out of his mind. Caine didn’t want to move, with Lincoln trying to sleep off his sickness with his head in his lap. Caine was scrolling through Tik Tok and slowly sinking further into the cushions with his legs gradually falling asleep.

He tossed his head back, staring at the ceiling and followed the patterns with his eyes. He was a little hungry too, but there were no snacks on the coffee table so his stomach remained empty. Moving just slightly caused Lincoln to stir, a groan slipping past his lips. Caine grimaced, peering down into Lincoln’s face.

He looked extremely uncomfortable, making all of Caine’s internal whining seem like he was just being a dick. He wasn’t the one with an upset stomach. Lincoln’s face crumpled a little more before his eyebrows softened just slightly, a sigh leaving his mouth. Caine relaxed, leaning into the cushions again.

Caine was stuck until Lincoln woke up, hopefully feeling better, or if he magically rolled off Caine’s lap. He stared at his friend, watching his legs twitch a little and his arms fold over his belly. He heard the organ gurgle, a moan escaping Lincoln’s mouth. One of his hands sat right above his belly button and he pushed on it slightly in sleep.

Caine couldn’t take his eyes off Lincoln’s hands. He had been…exploring his newfound fetish recently. He was still a little embarrassed to admit he had a kink like that, but he figured that it wasn’t hurting anyone and no one knew about it. If he just kept it a secret, he wouldn’t have to worry.

However, Lincoln was still making those noises in his sleep. So was his belly. It sounded angry, grumbling and churning up whatever food was in there, bloating it out so the skin was taut. He must have eaten something bad. That thought alone made Caine flush a little. Lincoln moaned, hand pushing deeper over his belly button.

Caine could only watch, slowly forgetting about everything else he was complaining about. He felt a tad guilty, considering this was his friend and he was currently in pain, but he couldn’t help it when the noises of his stomach gurgling was enough to send his brain into overdrive.

Another harsh gurgle rippled through Lincoln’s stomach, and the boy’s legs curled up. He threw his head to the side and a tiny burp fell past his lips. Okay, now Caine was freaking out. Fuck, it felt like he was going to explode. Lincoln groaned again; in tandem with his stomach and finally slipped a hand under his shirt. It allowed the tiniest sliver of skin to peek out and Caine almost combusted.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Caine threw his head back again, trying desperately to compose himself. This was Lincoln he was getting horny over, Caine had a boyfriend for fucks sake, yet he couldn’t stop the overwhelming thoughts and sensations happening to his body. He threw his hand over his eyes, trying to think of a way to get Lincoln off him without waking him up.

Nothing came to his mind, he was too focused on the solid weight of Lincoln’s head on his thighs and the ever present grumbling of his friend’s stomach. Looking back down at Lincoln, his brow was scrunched up, his hand was moving under his shirt and his legs were folded up. Caine didn’t know sickness could be so fucking hot.

With a trembling hand, he touched Lincoln’s forehead. The boy definitely had a fever, Caine could swear he felt the heat when he hovered his hand just above Lincoln’s skin. While looking at his face, he put his hand back on his forehead and watched as his pained expression eased a little. Like Caine’s touch was enough to make him feel just a tad better.

Caine frowned as he felt Lincoln’s skin contort under his hand, another small groan leaving his mouth. A cramp; if the way his fingers dug into his skin was anything to go by. An angry burble filled the silence and Lincoln let loose another sickly burp and Caine was a little scared he was about to throw up in his sleep.

His hand was still resting on Lincoln’s forehead and without realising, his thumb was slowly stroking the place in between Lincoln’s eyebrows. His touch seemed to relax the tense muscles there, Lincoln’s legs slipping just slightly down as his body loosened.

Caine’s body was still on fire, and he was slowly beginning to realise what he could do to help Lincoln. Removing his hand, he stared down at Lincoln’s own hand rubbing his belly slowly. Obviously it hurt enough for him to do it even in sleep, and if he was still asleep Caine wouldn’t feel as embarrassed getting flustered over what he was about to do.

A big part of his kink was belly rubs. He swore he had consumed every piece of media and fiction trying to appease his mind and he only wanted more. But now, he had a prime opportunity. He cursed his skin for being so pale because there was no doubt his cheeks were bright red at this point.

Caine hesitated, his right hand hovering just above Lincoln’s own. He tried to push past the fact he was doing this because it would literally be a fantasy come true and think that he was just helping his friend feel better. So, he blew out a hefty sigh and let his hand make contact with Lincoln’s belly.

Lincoln shifted a little, noticing his touch instantly. Caine grabbed his limp hand and moved it to the side, now having complete access to Lincoln’s upset stomach. His cheeks burned, and heat quickly gathered in his own belly. Ignoring everything, he began to softly rub along Lincoln’s stomach. Side to side and in a circle to begin with, applying little pressure and watching Lincoln’s face for any change.

Caine felt another gurgle, moving his hand to the spot and rubbing small circles there. Lincoln sighed, his face relaxing once again. Caine kept up his movement, slowly going from using his whole palm to just his fingers to target the loudest areas. He was entranced, slowly feeling every cramp and ripple decrease to nothing but a murmur.

It was relaxing Caine too. Now that he was helping Lincoln, he didn’t feel as guilty. The boy looked almost peaceful now, no longer groaning and whimpering in pain; rather the noises now sounded like he was enjoying it.

Caine felt another grumble under his hand, using his thumb to push slightly into the bloat of Lincoln’s belly, smoothing his hand heavily from one side of his stomach to the other. He met resistance in the middle of his belly, and without any forethought he pushed down. Lincoln moaned, breath hitching a little, before Caine finally felt the pressure ease and another airy burp escaped Lincoln’s mouth.

Fuck, that was hot. Caine rubbed soothingly along that area a little more, no longer feeling any tightness. His belly was still bloated, but the grumbling sounded a little more productive than sickly. He didn’t really want to stop, if Lincoln woke up so be it, but Caine was enjoying himself and clearly Lincoln was enjoying it too.

He kept up his rubbing, slowly circling his stomach and pressing his fingertips into any tender places. Caine was so focused on his task, that he didn’t even notice Lincoln waking up.

“Enjoying yourself?” He said, voice crackly with sleep. Caine jumped, eyes snapping to Lincoln’s face. He looked like he was holding back a laugh.

Caine stuttered an apology but Lincoln waved him off, “I’m just teasing. You’re helping a lot so if you want to keep going, by all means,” Lincoln closed his eyes again, and Caine was about to protest but Lincoln’s belly chose that moment to gurgle again, upset it wasn’t getting attention anymore. Lincoln groaned, “Actually, please keep going, my stomach still really hurts.”

“Okay.” Caine said, voice the smallest it could possibly be. He put his hand back down, soothing the ache. Lincoln sighed, a soft smile resting on his lips.

Caine hoped he was too sick to notice his rosy cheeks or the fact that Caine was so incredibly turned on. Lincoln was still pretty sleepy, so maybe he had gotten away with it. He relaxed his shoulders and continued, pleased that Lincoln’s expression eased again.

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really kinning Caine in this story lmao.

#stomach ache #belly rubs #ocs #Lincoln #Caine #belly kink #gurgles #stomach noises #belly ache #sickfic #burping #bloating #food poisoning #stomach flu #stomach rubs #upset stomach

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