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dudadragneel · 4 months

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Help again!

Here it is! Sorry for the delay. My sorry ass is addicted in that freaking otome game and I forgot about this one 😅

This one is a request from 🦄!

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Okay so I thought of hyunjin who drinks coffee on an empty stomach (aka a death wish lol) and has to suffer to consequences of a really bad tummy ache that’s hurting him so bad you suggest he just lets himself throw up and get it over with. And do he does get sick…all over The sidewalk while you’re waiting with him in the car to feel better. So you just take him home instead the poor baby 😭

BAD DECISION

An early morning schedule was something normal yet not very much liked by idols. Today, they had a pre-recording for a music show, then a fan sign and then they'd probably go back to the company and then home. Just like sometimes, you could join them today so you met them at the dorms so everyone could go together.

Hyunjin woke up feeling a bit anxious, which was normal from time to time, after all, he was just human and this idol life could be too much sometimes. Just because they've been doing this for years, doesn't mean they don't feel nervous.

He was anxious to the point where he didn't want to eat, he had no appetite and he thought of eating later after he finished recording. But he needed to boost his energy so he decided to just drink some coffee, and that was the biggest mistake he made that day.

- Are you sure about this, Hyune?

- I need some energy or I won't be able to dance.

- I don't think this is gonna work but you do you.

You said defeated, since he was anxious you didn't want to bother him further.

By the time you left the dorms, the effects of drinking that coffee on an empty stomach were starting to show. He felt his stomach start to burn and revolt, and it was as if he regretted every life decision till now.

- Babe...my stomach hurts...

- See? I told you. Drinking coffee on an empty stomach is not good.

- But I've done it before and I was fine...

He said pouting and resting his head on your shoulder.

- Our bodies work in mysterious ways honey, don't trust it that much. Take an antacid, it might help. At least until you can eat a little.

- Okay.

You helped him put on his jacket after he took the medication and then left. Before leaving you talked to Chan while Hyunjin was distracted.

- Chan, keep an eye on Hyune. He said his stomach doesn't feel good.

- Because of the coffee right?

- Yeah...

- Okay.

You went on your car, just to be safe, something deep inside you said that things might go south.

The ride in the van had Hyunjin complaining every now and then that his stomach was churning and he kept drinking water in attempts to ease it.

By the time they arrived at the recording, he felt really bad, his stomach was churning as if someone had lit it on fire and the nausea at the pit wasn't helping.

- Hyung...my stomach doesn't feel good...

- Do you want to wait in the car for a while? Maybe going inside, plus the cameras will make you feel more anxious.

- Can I?

- Sure.

- Can you call y/n to come stay with me?

- Yeah.

You had parked away from where they were for safety reasons and would go inside the building from the back. Then you got a call from Chan.

- Y/n, are you here yet?

- Yes. I'm at the back.

- Can you stay with Hyunjin for a while in the car? He is not feeling well.

- It's his stomach again, right?

- yeah. I'll tell the manager to get close to where you are.

- All right.

The van pulled up next to a sidewalk, further from the reporters and cameras and you got into the car and sat by his side.

- Oh baby.

- Babe, it hurts...it's churning...

- Did you drink water?

- A whole bottle...I feel nauseous too...

- Oh Hyune...don't do that again okay. No coffee on an empty stomach.

- Understood.

He just sank into the seat, closed his eyes, and started to take deep breaths. He rested a hand on his stomach and kept whimpering all the time.

- babe, why don't you throw up? If it's making you feel that miserable?

- I don't want to...I don't like it...

- I know that but maybe it'll help.

- Can you help me? I feel nauseous but not to the point of throwing up. Like, I can feel something in the pit of my stomach.

- Yeah.

He sunk into the seat again and you placed a hand on his tummy. You began rubbing it in circles at first, providing some comfort but earning a few whimpers and grunts from him.

You then changed the approach and moved to the pit of his stomach and gently pressed down.

- Ugh...

He grunted, shifting his position and squeezing his eyes.

- I'm sorry...hang on just a little more

You continued to press down on his stomach and both of you could feel it revolting. His mouth started watering with a foul taste mixed, so he started swallowing convulsively until his mouth became numb and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

- Hyune...don't fight it. It's best to let it out.

He just nodded a no and squeezed his eyes again. You insisted on your approach, knowing it probably would be better if he got it out of his system.

His mouth started watering again, he could feel something rushing up his chest and a foul taste in his mouth. He gagged wetly into his hand.

- I'm gonna throw up

He said turning to his side, quickly opening the door, and bending over as a stream of pale brown liquid gushed out of his mouth onto the sidewalk. You got out of the car, went to his side to hold his hair, and rubbed his back as he threw up one more time.

- There you go. Get it all out.

He was sitting on the edge of the van, head ducked, you holding his hair. He had a string of saliva hanging from his mouth which he spat out and then took deep breaths. He gagged unproductively a few times before you decided to move your hands to his stomach again and press it and it helped. He burped wetly and another wave came out mixing with the putrid mess on the sidewalk. He choked and coughed a few times, triggering another harsh wave that arched his back painfully and made him go red from effort.

- Oh my god, Baby...

You said patting his back to help him get everything out which triggered another wave. After that, he was dry heaving and spitting out thick saliva.

- Here, rinse your mouth.

You said handing him a water bottle. He spat out and gave it back to you and then leaned on your leg.

- I really don't feel good...

- Want me to call Chan?

- Yeah...I think I'll throw up again...I just wanna go home...

- Okay, baby.

You said stroking his head while he still leaned on you and then grabbed your phone.

- Hey, Chan?

- Oh, y/n. How's it going there?

- Yeah, so...he threw up a few times.

- Really!? How's he feeling now?

- He said he really doesn't feel well. I think I'll take him home for the day. He can't perform like this, he can end up vomiting on stage.

- Okay. I'll tell the boys and the manager. We'll release a statement later.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye-bye.

You turned your attention back to Hyunjin.

- Let's go home. I'll take you to mine, okay?

- Okay.

- Can you stand?

- if you help me...

You wrapped your arms around him, carefully helped him up, and waited a few seconds until he was steady and guided him to your car.

You settled him, buckled his seatbelt grabbed a plastic bag you had in your glove box a handed it to him.

The drive home had him throw up two times but thankfully you didn't have to pull over. Getting home, he took a bath and then lay down on your lap on the couch, a blanket covering him while you stroked his hair and left a bucket nearby just in case.

You decided to break the ice and joke a little bit and it worked.

- Babe?

- Hm?

- Want some coffee?

You said laughing.

- NO!

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k-sickies · 3 months

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They get food poisoning...

Han / Lee Know / I.N x reader headcanons

TW: mention of food poisoning symptoms (Emeto, Scat, fever, aching muscles, gas etc.)

Han

- his stomach either is quiet or suddenly churns loudly

- gets bloated, like really bad

- tiny nauseous burps that just make him more queasy

- sleep is his medicine

- probably comes to you and tell you the minute his stomach hurts

- wants to lay down with you, cuddle and just sleep it off

- tummy rubs if he doesn't get too bad cramps

- his body gets achy and he gets really whiny, he will literally complain every two minutes

- freaks out before he need to throw up and just wants to be held by you, please rub his back

- gets shaky and you need to help him back to bed

- doesn't really get diarrhea but if he does he gets so embarrassed and just hides in the bathroom until it's over

- nauseous hiccups

- feels queasy and aching for most of the time ans there's no relief

- please cuddle him a lot, head petting, stroking over his back. The whole package

- asks one of the members to call you because he really needs you

Lee Know

- cramps, horrible cramps

- his stomach is super loud and mostly gets bloated and hard

- feels gassy but can't really pass anything

- if there is a tight schedule he tries to handle it on his own but he gets overwhelmed and appreciates your present

- tends to play it down but feels horrible, as soon as you notice he melts in any comfort. He had a hard time to admit that though

- is insecure about his stomach being touched so you need to reassure him a lot. However as soon as you give hims stomach rubs he melts into it

- boy throws up a lot and there's also a lot of diarrhea

- appreciates it if you rub his back while he throws up or if you hold the bucket for him, he feels guilty about it though

- is embarrassed but definitely needs you by his side when he gets diarrhea because he gets extremely dizzy during it

- loves to lean against you and holding hands

- gets absolutely clingy, please don't leave him he will cry

- he's absolutely miserable but will still try to go to practice

I.N

- quiet stomach, no rumbles

- doesn't really get bloated but his stomach becomes really tight and hard

- queasy burps, sometimes farts too but he gets super embarrassed

- doesn't really look for comfort but embraces it the moment you give him some

- doesn't really need stomach rubs but likes them, he blushes a lot though

- gets a high fever and his whole body is aching so bad that you need to give him massages

- sleeps most of the time

- gets cranky if he's sick for too long, also gets really insecure so you need to comfort him

- please rub his back when he throws up or has diarrhea (he is too embarrassed to ask for him

- gets really weak

- tantrums if you try to get food or water in him

- his stomach ache isn't so bad but the nausea sure is

- as soon as he feels better he treats you with flower bouquets and chocolate, he's just so grateful

#yuzu talks #kpop sickfic #sickfic blog #emeto #stray kids sickfic #yuzus headcanons

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ohnomytummy · 11 months

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Here’s a tummy ache fantasy for you to enjoy. The other day a grand idea made itself known in my head while horny stoned and so I feverishly wrote it down and I feel like if I were to complete it I would have a hell of a bellyache. In reality it’s just a game plan for an all day stuffing when I get back to college and have enough saved to splurge, roughly every hour a different meal or snack, a different place…never a moment where I am not full, and just get fuller….and I want to make it hard on myself too, like giving myself a rule about rubbing my belly only in private no matter how much it hurts, and staying out of my room for as long as possible >:) I feel like I have a relatively small stomach capacity so I don’t know how much of my challenge I could truthfully complete, but trying would be a good start. I feel like there’s a lot of potential for terribly humiliating situations, I really hate throwing up and it would be awful if I ended up hurling in public from eating too much, or if I just can’t hide my discomfort or downright pain and HAVE to rub my belly to calm it, even if there’s people looking…. what I would give for someone to encourage me through every stage, every meal, or just at the end, when I am ideally bloated out of my mind and swollen to a degree I’ve never experienced before, barely able to move from how heavy my huge tummy makes me feel. I need a pair of experienced hands there with me, to encourage more and more room to be made, to press either hard or softly, my stomach and I completely at their mercy. Who knows how I’ll fare by the end of the night…

Oh my…well I’ve had the other end of this fantasy many times 🫣

Anon, I would help you as best I could by taking all the decisions out of your hands. I’d plan the day of endlessly massive meals from all your college town favorites. Pizza, burgers, every take out place would go on the list. I’d order you your favorite off the menu, and bring it to you while you waited at every table. My gauge for how stuffed you are will be from the walk from the register to the table. I’d order enough food for only you and watch you devour every bite, offering you quiet encouragement while in public. I’d watch the hem of your shirt rise and your pant’s waistband fall beneath your growing tummy, exposing your belly button.

After you finish, I’d throw out your trash and we’d walk back to the car. At first, you don’t struggle at all getting up and out of the restaurants. But the later it gets, the longer you take to stand…the more you huff and puff and ask me to slow down. I begin wrapping my arm around your waist to steady you and stay at your pace, but also to offer your sides the deep rubs I know they need.

We get to the car and every meal you eat adds 10 minutes to your cooldown period of grunts moans and burps. You start wavering early, so I spend our time in the car convincing you to keep stuffing your belly. This is your fantasy after all and you deserve to treat yourself and stretch your limits. My hands never leave your belly until you open the car door and we venture to the next meal.

As we reach the end of your tour, I see you turning green. You just can’t do the last meal, you whine to me over and over, clutching your tummy which is now a horridly bloated ball letting out constant gas. You say one more bite will force you to explode…you don’t want to be sick in a public restroom! How embarrassing 🙈 how sloppy of you to be so full you can’t even wait until you get home to be sick? But with enough encouragement (and a LOT of belly rubs) I get you inside the last restaurant.

I order your last meal, turning to see your hand wrapped tightly underneath your gut (which is so large I can see the cashier glancing from me to your belly as I order, and I can’t help but be proud of you and how obviously stuffed sick you are). I finish ordering, sit down, and I see your eyes begin to water. You whisper “my tummy hurts so bad. I can’t do this.” And I coo in your ear “you don’t want to stop now? You made it so far! Just a few bites and we’ll go home, okay?” You nod, gulping your way into a burp.

The food comes and you spend a few minutes just staring at the greasy tray…the heavy sauce and cheese. But you do it. You take one bite, then two and three. You begin going for four when we both hear a monstrous gurgle rip through you. Your face starts turning green. You look at me and breathe “uh oh…” before launching out of your chair, one hand on your mouth the other on your belly, which I swear is moving from the strength of those nauseous gurgles.

The bathroom is thankfully open and clearly marked, so you run towards it’s entrance. I quickly follow you and before the door closes behind us, you violently wretch as an “oh no…oh god” slips out along with your entire day’s feast. After each meal leaves your belly, you’re gifted a short pause that you fill with groans of “fuck…god it hurts…hear it comes again.” I’m rubbing your back, telling you how good you did while secretly waiting to bring you home and care for your poor belly my way ;)

#anon #tummy fantasy #ooo #that was fun hehe

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starsurface · 3 months

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Can I get headcanons for Regressor MK11 Kabal and Caregiver MK11 Kano? :3 (Romantic if that’s fine with you!)

I got you!! :D (Also slight warning that these are the emojis I used: ⚔️🫁!!!)

Also fun fact: I got into the MK11 Fandom through being a 1995 movie watcher and MK1 fan, so when I first met Kabal his name was "Keyblade Guy" because his weapons reminded me of Keyblades and I had no clue who this guy was :3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kano & Regressor Kabal Hcs

⚔️ Kabal regresses to either super, super young, or about 4-5

🫁 Kano only found out about Kabals's regression when he returned to the Black Dragon (which was also the time they got back together, I like to think they broke up when he left the Black Dragon the first time)

⚔️ Stryker probably showed Kabal the coping mechanism when he was in the police force and that's how he learnt of it

🫁 Never actually regressed regressed until after he was burnt though

⚔️ The first time Kano ever saw Kabal regressed, he honestly thought Kabal was trying to play some prank on him and went along with it

🫁 Afterwards Kabal explained to him what age regression was but it probably took atleast three different coversations for Kano to finally understand what it truly was

⚔️ Although once it finally clicked in, he immediately began to take a Caregiver role

🫁Probably not well either at first, but the effort was definitely there

⚔️ There was a bunch of trial and error at first but everything's okay now

🫁 Kano's favorite CG nicknames for himself would be Dada or Uncle Kano

⚔️ Some of Kabals's little nicknames would be Koala (Kano swears it sounds like Kabal-ah), Little Guy, and Rascal

🫁 Kabal only regresses small small when he overthinks of his accident and starts feelings really horrible and icky

⚔️ He might try to hide away so Kano can't find him, but he always does

🫁 While neither men are exactly soft, those nights are the closest they'll ever come to

⚔️ Cuddles, whatever snacks Kabal wants, sweet words and promises

🫁 When not breaking down, Kabal is a MENISICE

⚔️ And Kano adores it

🫁 Kabal will totally use his super speed to steal those sweets Kano told him not to have, and honestly most times Kano might just turn a blind eye

⚔️ ^ Most times this backfires because Kano only told him not to have too many sweets because he'll get a tummy ache

🫁 And now Kanos the bad guy for not stopping him in time because his belly hurts >:(

⚔️ The only rule rules Kano sets in place are to make sure Kabal is safe and not accidently hurting himself

🫁 Kabal doesn't exactly break those rules, but he is definitely a patience tester at times (lovingly of course)

⚔️ How many almost curse words can he try before Kano crosses his arms? How many times can he try to deny something only to pout when he doesn't get it? How many times can he stare into Kano's eyes while slowly pushing his cup off the table?

🫁 Kano loves him for it though

⚔️ Kano's patience actually can last a very long time when Kabal's small

🫁 Mostly because he knows Kabal's just trying to have fun and what's the harm in a bit of fun, eh?

⚔️ But also because he knows that a quick snap of the fingers and a mean glare will get Kabal to stop whatever naughty thing he was doing

🫁 Kabal's favorite regression item is a stuffed bear he has

⚔️ The bear, however, is in . . . less than stable condition

🫁 It's been through some rough patches, and has some ‘bald’ spots on it

⚔️ But Kabal loves it the most because it was the first stuffie Kano got him when he found out about his regression (even thoigh he probably didn't understand it too much still)

🫁 Kabal doesn't necessarily throw hissy fits??

⚔️ It's already his way or the highway, and Kano's more than willing to be dragged around as long as his baby's happy

🫁 But when Kabal does do something like hit or break something, it'd probably be face the wall, don't move until the timers done

⚔️ But this is a Kano punishment, the minimum amount of time is like, ten whole minutes!!

🫁 That's like a whole day!! 🥺

⚔️ It's not, but Kabal will pout and moup as he drags himself to the corner

🫁 ^ Is definitely allowed to bring any stuffie of his choice because the one time he didn't Kabal absolutely freaked out half way through and they spent the rest of the day cuddling

⚔️ Cuddle sessions are required after any time out too

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Ngl, Kabal is so confusing. You can really change his personality depending on his arc. Like, if he's with Stryker, he's a lot more nicer. If he's with Kano, he's super cruel and manipulative. (I love both ships, multi shipper over here)

I like him, he's cool. :D

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 headcanons #mortal kombat #mk11 headcanons #mk11 #mk kabal #kabal #mk kano #kano #kano x kabal #kabal x kano

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jihyocentric · 1 year

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puppy!hyo au where jeongyeon is holding jihyo in her lap with jihyo’s legs spread apart, up in the air, and they’re fucking in front of a mirror. but, jihyo is recording themselves because nayeon is taking a business trip or something so jeongyeon is whispering dirty praises next to jihyo’s ears which is picked up by the phone and jihyo can’t respond because she’s wearing a gag

i was looking forward to filling this one!

"no, not that fast." jeongyeon holds the puppy's cheeks, preventing jihyo from taking more cock in her mouth. "you know you can't take it, pup."

jihyo pulls away, jeongyeon's shaft in front of her face, shining with drool. jihyo wasn't the best at giving head — nayeon would disagree, but jeongyeon almost found funny how bad she was and the way jihyo went down on her eagerly, only to be too full with less than three inches inside.

jeongyeon was a patient teacher, however, but trying to teach some things to jihyo still seemed useless. she'd try to do it her way until she realized she couldn't. just like she was now, in front of jeongyeon, jaw aching from trying to force more cock than she could take into her mouth.

"want to make you come!" jihyo whines, frustrated because she hasn't been able to make jeongyeon come with her mouth yet. as she always came quickly in nayeon's mouth, jihyo couldn't fathom why jeongyeon didn't come with her.

"there's a better way you can do that," jeongyeon hooks a finger under jihyo's collar, the puppy's tail wagging expectantly. "i think it's time to play, pup. do you want me to play with you?"

jihyo nods, eager. "please!"

jeongyeon takes a toy she'd gotten thinking about jihyo, something that got a good laugh from nayeon and made jihyo embarrassed. a dog bone gag was the closest to humiliation that jihyo has tasted in her mouth, but still she allowed jeongyeon to put it on her, the toy serving to muffle her words, moans, and remind her of her place.

"so drooly," jeongyeon coos, patting jihyo's cheek softly once she was sure that the gag wasn't hurting her, well placed in her mouth. "on my lap, pup."

staring at herself made her whine and squirm, but jeongyeon held her face in place, forcing jihyo to watch their reflection in the mirror. jeongyeon takes the plug nestled in jihyo's ass out, slow to avoid hurting her, throwing her a teasing smile when jihyo looks away with her ears perked up because she yearned to be filled, to be played with.

taking jeongyeon was still a challenge, but it felt good despite stretching her to her limit. when jeongyeon slides the tip inside, jihyo closes her eyes and moans, the sound falling deliciously in jeongyeon's ears.

"so tight," jeongyeon teases, jihyo whining in response. "take this. get it for nayeon."

"huh?" it's all jihyo can manage to say with the toy in her mouth, taking jeongyeon's phone that had been handed to her.

"start recording." jeongyeon coaxes, both hands on jihyo's waist, taking a look at them through the mirror. jihyo has no choice, pressing a finger on the screen, the camera targeting the mirror.

it was utterly filthy, and jihyo was sure nayeon would have a lot to say about it. jeongyeon pulls her impossibly closer, the puppy's back glued against her front, her shaft sinking more into jihyo's ass, the warmth that welcomes her making jeongyeon groan.

jeongyeon moves her hips up suddenly and jihyo lets out a strangled moan, a hand holding jeongyeon's over her waist, tightly, cock hard against her tummy and twitching.

she can't keep quiet when jeongyeon starts thrusting, feeling embarrassed at the thought of nayeon watching them later, seeing how putty she became for jeongyeon, how easily she was breaking apart for her, and how much her own cock ached for jeongyeon's attention, flushed and wet on its tip.

"that's a good pup," jeongyeon mutters, lips pressed against jihyo's neck, leaving a kiss on her hot skin. "letting me play with you all i want. you're really my plaything, mhm?"

jihyo whimpers, letting out a small cry in response, and when jeongyeon brings a hand to her shaft jihyo whines, jeongyeon pumping up and down sloppily, in contrast with her steady, fast thrusts that left jihyo gasping for air.

"see that, nayeon?" jeongyeon laughs teasingly, nose brushing against jihyo's cheek as she sped up her thrusts. "our puppy is perfect. such an adorable little thing," jeongyeon says, grunting when her balls tense, knowing she was close.

the position prevents her from going as rough as she wants on jihyo but jeongyeon still slams into her without care, a hand wrapped around jihyo's length and the other on her collar, holding jihyo's neck tight enough to make her pant, the puppy throwing her hips back against jeongyeon's, ready to fall apart.

jeongyeon notices jihyo was going to come if she kept pumping her cock, so she stops and retrieves both of her hands, hooking them behind jihyo's knees and bringing them up, jihyo's legs up in the air.

jihyo manages out incoherent babbles, all she could do with the gag on really, eyes going wide when jeongyeon spreads her apart to the camera, cheeks adorned with a pink hue.

"so pretty, pup." jeongyeon whispers, half teasing and half praising her.

jihyo tries her best to keep recording but the phone eventually falls on the carpet, the pleasure too much for her to focus on anything else.

her ears twitch, shuddering with jeongyeon's hits against her prostate and the way she did it over and over. it doesn't take long for her to come all over the carpet, a harsher thrust sending her to the edge.

"fuck," jeongyeon curses, jihyo clenching tight around her. "gonna fill you up good, hyo."

she bucks her hips up one last time, shooting her cum deep into the puppy, jihyo crying out from sensitiveness and the warm feeling inside of her. jihyo breathes out thickly, body relaxing on top of jeongyeon's when she lets go of her legs.

jihyo moves her hips slowly, dragging out a grunt from jeongyeon, still wanting more.

"jeong..." jihyo tries to speak, but she can't with the gag still in her mouth.

"i'll take it off," jeongyeon pants, chest heaving after her orgasm. "after i take some pictures for nayeon. but it won't take long, don't worry, pup."

jihyo doesn't have a say — quite literally. although the idea of jeongyeon sending those pictures and the video she'd recorded to nayeon makes her feel powerless, as if she really was their personal toy, it entices her at the same time, her tail perked up, letting jeongyeon know she was enjoying it all.

#anon #jeongyeon #jihyo #jeonghyo #puppy!hyo #hybrid #g!p #fill

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the-duchess-of-domination · 2 months

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TW for ED/ARFID talk

I'm severely emetophobic (to the point of ARFID) yet I love tummies so much? The noises, the smooth skin, how it changes shape depending on how full it is, the fact that we need them to keep us alive! Everything! But only online. I'm such a sucker for upset tummy fluff yet if someone said their stomach hurt in real life I would probably cry on spot and hold my breath around them forever. I think part of the love for tummies (or I guess you could say kink but it's not that sexual for me) is because I wish I could do it IRL. I wish I could comfort people and rub their tummies when they don't feel well. So instead I go to tumblr where I can do it no problem. I know this is rambling, but I hope someone relates

-lurker anon

TW: OCD, Emetophobia

hi anon!! thank you for sharing!! im sure a lot of us (including me!!) can relate!

i’ll share a little bit about myself! everything with me started as a child, and there are a lot of overlapping layers. i knew from an early age (literally by 5 years old) that it was exciting to me when cute boys had stomach aches (usually from being fed too much, throwing up wasn’t really on my radar quite yet but it makes sense because it comes with the territory). most of the pieces of media i can remember leaving an impact on me usually cut away or just insinuated that a male character was nauseous or too full by showing their face turn green or having them duck off screen. nothing was ever particularly graphic. this also led to a fixation on stomachs in general, especially the stomachs of bigger guys.

though i never admitted this fascination to anyone (and nobody ever shamed me), i felt weird because i knew other people didn’t share this fixation, so i kept it to myself and tried to enjoy it in private (this usually took the form of writing stories or seeking out media that possibly had sick boys in it. i was a real sleuth). i was a bit obsessive with it, but overall most of the harm was internal rather than external because i was convinced that to enjoy watching men’s pain and discomfort must have meant i was evil or that something was seriously with me.

the thing with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is that when you explain your compulsions and thoughts out loud they sound silly because you know they aren’t true, but you can’t help but think them. as a child my thoughts told me that to become sick was an admittance of weakness (which, obviously is SO not true lmao) and that expressing vulnerability was a man’s job. i developed crippling emetophobia that has persisted into my adulthood. the idea with vomiting and its lack of control was absolutely horrifying to me.

a man being sick? there is nothing sexier.

but me?

i began to have panic attacks through middle and high school. this later led to contamination OCD, always being terrified of being sick, and again, worrying and having thoughts about why i found it so attractive when boys admitted they were nauseous (that i must be corrupt, a bad person, crazy, etc).

sometimes i think our brains help us cope with trauma and fear by throwing us a bone every now and again. my fear of losing control manifests in fantasies where i hold all the power. i use my fetishes to strengthen the relationship i have with myself: that im not evil, or wrong, or corrupt, or out of control, or crazy. im just a girl who does things a little differently, and control in my fetish life helps me feel more comfortable dealing with my emetophobia in real life.

anyway, that was a long tangent, but i hope this resonates with the people!! 😭 we just love tummies man. i too love the little sounds they make and what those little sounds mean, the look of them, the way they sit on people’s hips, the fact that they can bloat bigger or get smaller, that we anthropomorphize them by saying they get “upset,” the chest and nipples right above them—i could write a manifesto i SWEAR.

-the duchess 👑🦢

#the duchess speaks #emetophilia #emeto kink #tummy ache #belly ache #that was so long but the people need to know

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kitkatscabinet · 2 years

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Request #1: Nick Furcillo taking care of his girlfriend who is currently on the 1st day of her period and it's... bad. I mean BAD. Horrific, painful period cramps leaving her bedridden, nausea that prevents her from eating anything but crackers, persistent stomach pain, aches, etc. God, he feels so horrible knowing he can't take any of the pain or discomfort away from her but he does know that at least he can make this week a little more bearable for her and that's exactly what he plans to do, even if it means abandoning all his camp duties as well. (🐺 Anon)

Word count: 747

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Nick x reader (gender neutral pronouns are used but reader has a uterus)

Warnings: periods

Nick was panicking, you hadn’t been at breakfast and none of the kids had seen you all day. None of his fellow male counsellors knew anything either and it was only when he managed to grab a hold of Emma at lunch that he was informed you weren’t feeling well. The slight relief that had filled him at the knowledge of your location and relative wellness once again leaving his body at the sight of you. Rushing over to your side he was immediately frantic, hands coming to rest on your sweaty face as he rapidly asked what was wrong, what he could do to help.

Blearily opening your eyes to find his worried face you smiled slightly before you were wracked with another all-encompassing cramp, groaning aloud and curling in on yourself. Making your boyfriend worry even more before you managed to assure him that nothing was seriously wrong, you had just started your period and it was unfortunately a really bad one.

“Mm’ok, just started my period this morning” you said, voice muffled from where you’d buried in the comforter. That had Nick relaxing a lot as he remembered yesterday when you’d snapped at Jacob for accidentally stepping on the back of your shoe and then cried when you apologised for being too mean.

“Oh, that’s why you were such a bi-” he started, only to be cut off

“I suggest you choose your next words very carefully” you glared, the sickly sheen of your skin doing wonders for the intimidation factor. After that Nick had gone to get you a glass of water only to almost drop it when he’d returned to find you crying. Rushing over he put the glass down out of reach and comfortingly stroked you hair, as he tried to discern the root of the problem.

“Everything hurts” you heaved through sobs “my cramps are so bad, nothing I do helps I just can’t get comfortable. My back hurts and I have a headache and I’m so hungry but I constantly feel like I have to throw up” you were crying in both pain and frustration now and Nick could feel his heart breaking at the fact he couldn’t do anything to take away the pain. You’d since moved to hunch up in a ball, legs under your tummy arms tucked closely by your sides and forehead on the mattress, sometimes this position would help with the cramps but it only seemed to make them worse today.

Nick stayed by your side the rest of the day, he’d gone fishing through your bag at instruction and had received some naprogesics for the pain. He had rubbed your hair, back, tummy, anywhere you wanted and whispered soothing words until you had had enough of his well-meaning but misplaced phrases. He’d helped you hobble along to the toilet and had gotten a cloth to help wipe the sweat off. He'd even brought you a nice little bucket he named Henry, ready and willing to hold it up for you in case you did throw up.

He'd soothed your frustration by just being there and telling you stories and gossip about the other counsellors, making you laugh through the pain. The image of Jacob screaming like a little bitch every time he saw a spider was now well and truly burned into your brain, so was the time Dylan had apparently fallen face first down a set of stairs in front of the kids. Hearing you laugh had made Nick smile as he continued to try and take your mind off things with more and more ridiculous stories.

He stayed until the kids filtered in to get ready for bed, staring at him in confusion before you made them promise they wouldn’t snitch to Mr Hackett. One of the kids had just nodded solemnly before proclaiming that snitched got stitches and now you were mildly concerned but you were on your period and therefore it wasn’t your issue.

Nick had ended up managing to stay the night and you fell asleep to the feeling of his soothing hands gently massaging you as you finally got yourself comfortable wrapped in his embrace. And if by the next morning you refused to let him go then that was all your periods fault.

Unbeknownst to you this was just fine by him. He would be going to see Mr Hackett to inform the man that both you and him would be out of commission for the week, he wasn't about to let you suffer alone.

#nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo x you #nick furcillo #the quarry nick #quarry x reader #the quarry oneshot #the quarry drabble

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mikrokoskooks · 10 months

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Hey could you please do something with joon and appendicitis!! i love your works so much! <3

Of course and Ty xx I really love yours too you are so good at writing!!! :)

Tw:Emeto, hospitals mentions of vom!t

Around 2000 and something words might be my longest fic ever haha.

Namjoon's POV

"Hey, Hyung are you alright back there, you've been quiet today," Jungkook says from his seat next to me in the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired" Of course, I'm not actually tired I just don't want to worry Jungkook or the others.

I've been feeling a bit odd lately, and little things keep happening that are making me worry about my health.

Like the last couple of days, I have completely lost my appetite and had these weird cramps in my tummy that come and go. Usually, I'd be stubborn and not tell the others how I feel but something deep down's telling me to say something.

"Actually, I-" Is all I manage to say before being cut off by Jimin,

"Guys. I don't feel very well"

Oh no.

"Why what's wrong?" Hoseok asks from the steering wheel

"I think I'm car sick" He moans placing a hand on his tummy.

I look over at Jimin and he truly looks awful he's gone all pale and his bangs are stuck to his forehead by sweat. I don't know what's up with him but it doesn't look good. "Here take this," Yoongi says passing him an emesis bag. Jimin and some of the other members get motion sick so we always have some on hand.

While Jimin is breathing heavily into the bag the pain and burning in my stomach grows quickly and I start to feel a bit queasy myself. Jimin lets out a few fairly quiet hiccups but a particularly loud one causes him to throw up quite aggressively into the blue bag.

Taehyung rubs his aching stomach while Jin and Yoongi pat his back, Soon enough Jungkook's unbuckled his seat belt and went to Jimin as well. I don't blame them cause Jimin is clearly unwell I just wish I had said I felt ill earlier so someone could look after me like that.

You know what, I don't even think Jimin's motion sick he's never gotten it this bad before it has to be something else. Like food poisoning?

~~~

When we get back to the dorm Jimin could barely stand up straight from all the vomiting he'd done. All of the others minus me had to hold him up so he didn't fall flat on his (cute) face.

I go into the kitchen and return to the living room with an empty yogurt pot. "Minnie you were eating this earlier right?"

Jimin slowly nods his head, "It's gone off I think it's given you food poisoning," Namjoon says

"It did taste kinda funny.."

"Then why'd you eat it silly, Jin asks half-jokingly before sweetly saying, it's okay anyways we'll help you get better yeah"

See, food poisoning. No motion sickness.

~~~

It's a week later and Jimin is better after he got sick the first time it took him until yesterday to get better. He really had it bad. I, surprisingly feel completely better too. I've managed to get my appetite back and my stomach cramp still come and go but less often than before.

I haven't bothered to tell the others how I felt before because it was never truly the right time with Jimin being sick and all. I was sure it would go on its own and it did so I've nothing to worry about. Plus, we've got a performance on the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon, and I'ts not like my stomach gonna randomly flare up again, is it?

I've jinxed it

As soon as we pull up at the venue I feel my stomach cramp aggressively and gurgle just like it normally does. Unfortunately, it's so much shaper and louder than usual it causes me to groan suddenly, earning me six pairs of concerned eyes staring at me. This time it radiates to his side.

"Namjoon are you okay, Was that your stomach?"

" Yeah, I don't.. feel that well" I blurt out

"Why, what's wrong namjoon-ah?" Seokjin asks me.

"My stomach.. hurts" I whine weakly leaning my head onto the window.

Since the van is now parked Seokjin unbuckles his seatbelt and rests a hand on my forehead "There's no temperature. Have you eaten anything that might be causing this?"

I shake my head, "It's alright though, I can manage" I try to say it as confidently as possible, but there's still a clear whine in my voice.

The car is silent for a minute before Hoseok speaks up, "Okay, If you're sure Joon but if it starts to hurt more tell us ok?"

"Okay"

~~~

As we enter the building the show's staff greet us with warm smiles and waves before leading us off to Jimmy Fallon. We don't have to walk too far as he's at the end of the corridor, but the journey still gets me out of breath. My stomach's probably to blame for that.

When we make it to the end of the not-so-far corridor I feel exhausted, My stomach ache has gotten ten times worse and I could feel my lunch trying to make a reappearance. I'm starting to rethink the performance tonight.

We'd been on the show before so when Jimmy turns around he's thrilled to see us again. He smiles and welcomes us back and then starts to pull everyone into a hug. That's one thing I've always liked about Jimmy he treats us like family. He doesn't just ignore us until we perform he cares about our feelings.

Speaking of feelings, before my hug, Jimmy looks at me worriedly and asks me something. "Hey are you okay buddy, you don't look so good."

"Ah yeah, I've just got a stomach ache."

I can hear the genuine concern In Jimmy's voice.

"Oh, are you alright to perform? You can rest if you need to."

"I'll be fine I have a very strong immune system you know," Namjoon says making a muscle gesture trying to lighten the mood.

Jimmy chuckles before going over to me a pulling me into another warm gentle hug as he lets go he whispers, "I hope you feel better soon" to me. I say thank you and then we get led to our dressing room.

The first thing others do when they get in is eat some of the food the show had provided. Now despite how good all the food looked, I decide not to eat any. Instead I go to get my makeup and hair done and then go on my phone.

Now, of all the brilliant things I could look up on the internet, I'm stuck looking up pressure points for nausea. Yes, I could just a someone for an anti-nausea pill but then they'd worry and stop me from performing.

Just as I'm about to try the point Jimin comes to check up on me, "Hi hyung, how are you feeling?"

I contemplate telling him the truth but I opt not to instead "I'm fine Jimin"

"Are you sure? You really don't look well"

I tell him I'm fine again and this time he doesn't pry anymore. I glance over at the fast food the others are eating, maybe eating would make my stomach feel less like it's... slowly curdling.

As I walk over to the table a plethora of scents waft up my nose. Now on any other day, I would have loved the smell of McDonald's and KFC frolicking in my nostrils but today my body was just not having it.

Taehyung's POV

I look up to see Namjoon walking to our table, I guess he's feeling slightly better. Before I can open my mouth to ask he makes a 180-degree turn and grabbed a plastic bag from one of the chairs. At first, I thought he was going to use it as a rubbish bag or something but then I heard him gag and my mind was changed.

Normal POV

Namjoon suddenly gags into the plastic bag, his stomach is in knots and he can feel acid moving up his throat. He gags again bringing up a large wave of sick, he barely gets a break before more vomit hits the bag.

Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung all make their way over to Namjoon, they pat his back and mumble sweet nothings into his ear. The vomiting continues for another 5 minutes before the vocalist's stomach lets up. The other Jin and Hoseok watch from afar while Jimin goes to get the staff.

"You okay?" Jungkook asks "Well obviously you're not but..." he trails off. Namjoon shakes his head, "I feel sick. My tummy hurts" he moans grabbing his side. You know stuff is serious when Namjoon says tummy instead of stomach. He drops down to his knees starting to puke into the bag again.

"How long has it been hurting you?" Taehyung asks patting his back. "Two days before Jimin got sick but it wasn't this bad just on and off," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. Taehyung and Jungkook look shocked "Hyung!?" They say in unison "Why didn't u say anything?"

"Didn't... feel, that bad then" he mutters. Jimin soon comes back in with the staff and the company doctor is shocked to see how namjoon looks and it's certainly not good. The doctor checks over the youngest rapper checking his breathing and his temperature.

"39 degrees" the doctor starts tutting "that's not good where abouts does it hurt?" He asks staring at namjoon with urgency.

"It was the middles but but now it's my right side" He says keeping one hand on his abdomen and the other to point. "From what I've seen and what you've told me, it looks like Appendicitis."

The members gasp and one of the staff members whispers an 'Oh my God'. Namjoon just sits there in shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pained groan.

The doctor speaks up,"I think it would be best if you go to the hospital for surgery instantly, you can't preform tonight."

The others seem a bit sad about the news but the understand that it's definitely better for Namjoon to get surgery than to suffer. "B-but I have to perform... I" Namjoon tries to argue but stops half way swallowing thickly.

"No Namjoon." Hoseok says sternly, Jin nods and says "Your health is way more important go get your appendix out."

"Oh um okay" Namjoon says grimacing as the doctor helps him up. "What about the show" "Joon we'll be fine, we're just dancing you know, go." Yoongi comforts he himself knows the severity of appendicitis.

In the end Namjoon stops trying to find reasons to stay and gives into missing the show. He sits in the back of the doctors car and closes his eyes briefly. His stomach is really aching now and he's starting to worry.

"I won't die... will I?" The rapper mumbles. "Of course not Namjoon, don't be silly. You'll be just fine I promise" he says smiling sympatheticly. "Okay" he whispers feeling a bit more safe.

The doctor helps Joon out of the car and leads him into the ER. He explains to another doctor what's going on with Namjoon and he prepares him for surgery.

The last thing Namjoon remebes is being pushed on a gurney and then his vision goes black.

~~~

When he wakes up he's in a bright room that smells like roses and cleaning products. He tries to sit up but moans slightly at the soreness he does feels better though.

"Hi Namjoon, How u feeling?" The company doctor asks seeing he's awake "Better but also kinda sore" Namjoon replies. "That's normal to happen" Namjoon looks up at the clock the boys performance time.

"Can I go back now, I think I could make the performance" The doctor chuckles and shakes his head "No Namjoon you can't u need to rest, you can watch the show though."

The rapper nods and they turn on the room's TV. The show goes well and Namjoon smiles proudly those are his boys. Even if he can't be there with then on stage he still feels as though they're there with him in the hospital and later on they do.

Giving him hugs and hair ruffles and a Get well soon message from Jimmy Fallon. He really has the best members namjoon thinks to himself.

Sorry if the endings a bit bad my brain kinda gave up.

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #tw emeto ment #bts #sickfic #mentions of vomit #sick!namjoon #caretaker!ot7 #jimmy fallon too lol

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sickficideas · 1 year

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Not really a request but more ur bsd sickfic hesd canons?

anon....youve read my mind. i wanted to make a post about this so bad and youve given me reason to...i owe you my life. heads up though my headcanons are so inconsistent (for example i have like 10 versions of Akutagawa living in my brain) so these are just the ones i like the most atm :)))

let me know too if you want more of certain characters or additional ones or anything this was fun!!! 💖💖

akutagawa

- he's the best for this because is as healthy as a victorian child (aka not at all). suffering from some kind of ailment at least once a month if he's lucky. worst immune system ever.

- i saw this on another post but i love the idea of him throwing up and then pretending nothing happened. higuchi is like sir????? and he's like. "anyway"

- if he's Really sick though he'll pass out from the exertion of throwing up. like fevers give him the worst body aches ever and he can barely move it's a bad combo. he is bedridden for days against his will. flus knock him tf out

- fainting all the time in general. vasovagal syncope for sure

- he's very unwilling to accept help unless he's at the point where he can't stand up. at that point he'll only accept help from people he's close to (mostly gin). and when it's bad enough, he's scared to sleep alone if he's incapacitated

- fevers also give him horrible nightmares and he has trouble resting well when he's sick because of them

- he is just miserable and makes me sad i just need someone to hold him

dazai

- i feel like dazai was never Allowed to be sick in the past and doesn’t give in unless he's forced to (passing this onto akutagawa of course). chuuya breaks him out of this a bit.

- not used to people taking care of him at all, sort of weirded out by it sometimes. doesn't understand the need for worry

- gets the worst migraines ever and vomits when they gets bad but pretends they're not a big deal

- despite this he is the biggest user of "my tummy hurts". drives kunikida up the wall

- very much the type to pretend to be sick to get out of doing work when he's feeling lazy so kunikida is always suspicious

- kunikida doesn't let him own any medicine for obvious reasons so dazai always goes whining to him when he doesn't feel good

- if he's actually not doing well he'll get weirdly quiet

- but he will always announce before he throws up. most of them can already tell regardless because he gets very drooly

atsushi

- is extremely emetophobic. 100% does not care about other people throwing up but if it's him he will pass out from hyperventilating. probably from some trauma he refuses to address. kunikida is working on it 🙏 (overworked mother fr)

- atsushi has absolutely no concept of resting when ill. he thinks that a fever or cold just makes him work slower. kunikida tells him to lie down and he's like?? why??

- but he does give in quickly and lets people take care of him 💔 he likes being taken care of but won't admit it 💔

- fevered atsushi is very snuggly hes like a cat. he sleeps in a ball when he doesn't feel good

- fevered atsushi is also Too affectionate. akutagawa taking his temperature and atsushi hits him w the "youre really pretty" unprompted

- akutagawa lets him get away with it because atsushi tends to get really down when he's sick if he's not distracted

chuuya

- definitely camps in the bathroom when he's sick and wants absolutely no one to see him (dazai is a rare exception to this rule). dazai takes photos to mess with him but it Really stresses him out

- he needs someone to hold his hair back every time or else he will get vomit in his gorgeous gorgeous hair

- he takes his health very seriously and will not work if he's ill no matter what. he's not sick often but when he is, it's bad

- tends to make himself sick with stress and needs others to tell him to dial it back when he's overworking himself

- he is, however, horribly hung over every other week. like throwing up all day. always calls dazai and begs him for help because he feels awful and doesn't wanna do anything

-very noisy. moaning and groaning from the pain/being uncomfortable. driving dazai up the wall

- sleeps for a very long time when he's sick, like a concerning amount. dazai has to wake him up when he starts to get borderline worried because this man sleeps like a rock

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soft-for-yoongi · 1 year

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Hi I know you mostly wrote for Jungkook, but now that Hobi is in military service I have missed him most, and lately I can't find new Fics to read. So is it possible to ask for one where Hoseok is sick, probably not that bad, but you know, a bad bug a lot of tummy ache and a lot of vomiting?

If it's possible I would love for Jungkook to be the caretaker, like for example Hoseok visiting Jungkook in his home, but he already has a bad bug, and while doing karaoke or something to spend their day together Hobi has like first a lot of tummy noises and upsets, like his belly really hurts, but he tells Kookie he just ate too much, but then he starts throwing up on Jks bathroom and he is ashamed to be messing his bathroom but his cute bunny friend just reassured him, and now feels honored to be able to take care of his older bro.

If this is imposible sorry about this ask and feel free to ignore me!!

Thanks for all your great works out there!! I'm enjoying them so much!! 🫶🏽

Hobi-hyung? (Sick HS)

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Sick: Hoseok

Caretaker: Jungkook

Tw: vom*****, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, descriptions of illness, fevers, emeto

Word count: 870

(AH, this is for all the armys missing J-hope 🫶 I will forever love that man)

(Thanks for the submission nonnie!!!!! I loved this!! I'm glad you're enjoying my works!!! It means a lot 🥰)

(I'm a bit nervous because this is my first time writing sick Hobi 🤧)

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Hoseok, the ray of sunshine he is, has always been making the effort to come over and visit each of his members. Now with the solo projects, they have reduced to mainly messaging each other, but of course, J-hope has to vist them every other week at least. They're his brothers after all.

A couple hours before heading to Jungkook's house, a dull ache formed in Hoseok's stomach, he took some medicine and a few antacids and hoped that would do it. Now at Jungkook's house, his stomach is still hurting but he easily keeps it from showing visibly on his face.

"Euphorrriiiaaaaaaa~~~ ha~~~ ha~ hæă~~" Jungkook cackles at Hoseok's attempt to hit the notes of his song, butchering it only slightly. Although, when his voice is warmed up, the rapper proves to be a decent vocalist.

Jungkook continues the song with minimal effort, it's muscle memory for the younger anyways. With Jungkook distracted, Hoseok palms his stomach, giving it a soft rub. He then takes a sip out of his beer, probably a bad idea. His mouth is lined with a strange coating, making him feel icky and sick.

Jungkook continues singing another song and Hoseok forces himself to bust a few moves, doing whatever comes to mind. He doesn't want to over exert himself but also doesn't want to worry Jungkook.

The two of them dance and sing along to music, Jungkook's silky voice and Hoseok's (sightly) strained one. Eventually they're both puffed out and Jungkook pauses the music. Well Hoseok is a little more than puffed out, his middle started cramping and all the movements are riling up his stomach. They sit on the couch, sipping their drinks. A relative silence falls over them and Hoseok's stomach gives a menacing gurgle.

Jungkook's eyebrows go up, "was that your stomach, hyung?" The youngest giggles, "oh–yeah I think I ate too much." Hoseok laughs, hoping Jungkook won't look into it. The youngest gives him sceptical look but seems to brush it off. Although Hoseok's hand glued to his middle doesn't help convince Jungkook that he's fine.

"You want an antacid or something, hyung?" Jungkook asks, eyes on the tv as he scrolls for something they can watch. There's mild concern in his voice but Jungkook knows Hoseok can run into tummy issues from time to time.

"Yeah actually, are they in the bathroom?" Hoseok replies and by Jungkook's face, he didn't expect the older to take up his offer. "Yep, I'll show you. It's in one of the cupboards." Jungkook stands and Hoseok follows him to the hall bathroom.

While Jungkook rummages through various drawers and cabinets, Hoseok has to hold the edge of the counter to not fold in half as his stomach clenches. It feels like it's trying to turn inside out and Hoseok cringes. His breath hitches and 3/4 of the colour is drained from Hoseok's face.

"Ah! Here it is—they should make you feel better, Hobi-hyung—woah, are you okay? You've gone pale hyung?" Jungkook frowns, concerned as he watches Hoseok attempt to smile. The rapper opens his mouth to reassure the youngest but quickly spins around and lifts the toilet seat up.

Hoseok coughs before a wet gag seizes him. Jungkook is flustered but is quick to sooth his hyung. He traces along his spine and rubs Hoseok's sides. "Let it out hyung. You should've told me you were feeling this bad..." Jungkook pouts. Hoseok feels terrible, sick to his stomach but also guilty that he's sick in Jungkook's house and the younger has to take care of him.

Hoseok winces and his stomach cramps up before sending a wave of puke into the toilet. It startles Hoseok and Jungkook. "That's it, you'll feel better." Jungkook reels his mind for other things he can do to help his hyung and suddenly becomes aware of the unnatural heat coming from under Jungkook's palm.

He places a hand on the older's forehead in time for him to jerk with more vomit. "You have a fever, Hobi-hyungie..." Jungkook says, sad he hadn't noticed the older's condition earlier. "Don't—don't worry, k-Kook I'm fine–" the dancer tries, failing and throwing himself back over the toilet.

"Don't say silly things Hobi-hyung." Jungkook says, fetching a thermometer from the medicine cabinet, eyeing Hoseok so he doesn't fall into the toilet water. Hoseok gets a small break and pants quietly. His stomach is churning and still hurts, usually a bad sign. He feels something press into the centre of his forehead and a beep that follows. "38.7° well, that's not good." Jungkook says, mainly to himself.

"I'm sorry Kook-ah.." Hoseok slurs, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and cleaning up his mouth and the toilet seat. "I've made a mess of your bathroom.." the older says, guilt laced in his voice.

"Ayy, hyungie. Don't say that. I'm honoured to take care of you and my bathroom needed cleaning anyway, don't worry about it." Jungkook smiles, pulling Hoseok into a side-hug.

"Cmere hyung, let's get you into bed and medicated." Jungkook's muscles flex as he assists Hoseok off the floor. Hoseok feels a rush of gratitude that they all taught Jungkook so well. To be so caring and accommodating.

"Thank you, Kookie."

"You're welcome, hyung."

#bts #soft-for-yoongi writes #bts!sickfic #emeto #emeto mention #jungkook #bangtan #hoseok #sick!hoseok #caretaker!jungkook #sick #emeto fic #vomit mention #vomiting #sickfic #stomach ache #comfort

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k-sickies · 11 months

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TXT as sickies

Soobin

Some food makes his stomach upset but usually his stomach is rather strong

Isn't one to easily get sick

Tries to handle it on his own

If he feels dizzy he will immediately speak up to not worry anyone

Likes to go to Yeonjun if he doesn't feel well

Loves cuddles from Kai though

Doesn't notice if he had a fever

Yeonjun

Very easily gets sick and it will take long for him to feel good again

Powers through it but will regret it afterwards

Very stubborn and will perform no matter how he feels

Definitely has a weak stomach

If he's sick to his stomach you will notice immediately because its being noisy and bloated

Gets burpy easily and if he holds them back he immediately gets nauseous

Gets emotional if he has a fever

Nuzzles his head against someone if he feels really bad especially if hai besd hurts

Can't handle alcohol well and has the worst hangovers

If he gets dizzy he needs to hold on something or someone. Hard breathing, sweating, skin tingles and so on

Will rub his own stomach if it feels uncomfortable

Actually likes someone to cuddle him if he feels unwell

Needs reassurance that it's okay that he got sick

Loves to be held by Beomgyu

Gets bad migraines

Taehyun

Can't handle spicy food and will get a bad stomach ache from it

Gets embarrassed if he feels unwell and tries to hide it

If he accepts being sick he will melt into any touch

Gets bad migraines

Won't speak up if he feels unwell but can't hold back grimaces

Will suddenly just pass out because he's too shy to mention that he's dizzy (same with throwing up)

Sleeps a lot if he's sick

Beomgyu

Won't hide it but also won't miss any schedule

Will try to power through it and only leaves if Soobin or Yeonjun insists on it

Tends to get really high fevers

He needs comfort from Yeonjun or Soobin

Somewhat emeto phobic and needs Yeonjun to hold his hand

Nightmares if he has a fever

Loves to rest his head on the members shoulder

Also needs reassurance if he misses a performance

Cries if he's in too much pain

Needs cuddles and just someone be near him

Hueningkai

Won't hide it unless they have a packed schedule

Loves comfort from all of his Hyungs

Loves tummy rubs

Can't handle dizziness

Gets nosebleeds and will get dizzy because if it

Loves to be babied by Soobin

#yuzu talks #kpop sickfic #sickfic blog #sick txt #txt sickfic

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fullmatty6969 · 13 days

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Can you tell us about the worst tummy ache you’ve ever had

Sure, I guess! Sorry it took me a bit to get to this, my mental state is in the sewer.

There are a few stomach aches that I would consider “the worst ever”. A few of them resulted in me throwing up. So trigger warning if youre phobic to that.

A lot of the times I've had a really bad stomach ache its been in some really messed up situation so I can just tell you one of the most normal times. I don’t know if it’ll be enjoyable to read, to me this is kinda gross. But I can tell you straight up what happened.

This was a few years ago, and my ex girlfriend was staying at my place for a bit. I can’t remember what we ate but I guess I didn’t react well. I was also taking a bunch of substances at the time. I remember feeling kinda sick after dinner, and it only got worse. It was like nausea and cramping in my lower stomach. I felt like I needed to burp and maybe the other thing haha. The issue was my ex really hated any time I had bodily functions in general even though I always said excuse me or left the room if I could. So I couldn’t get any relief and then we went to bed.

I remember laying in bed with her trying to sleep but I couldn’t because my stomach was hurting worse and worse and I couldn’t get rid of any of the gas because she would wake up and yell at me haha. I was getting kind of anxious and sweaty because the cramping was getting bad. I went to the bathroom and ran the fan and was just praying that I could get some relief, and she got up and banged on the door because the fan was too loud and she couldn’t sleep. I was cursing her out in my head so bad haha.

I went outside and had a cigarette which usually helps, and I was finally alone so I could burp but I couldn't. I remember feeling kind of panicked because I couldn't burp or anything else, like it just wasn't coming.

I think at that point I just went back to bed and tried to sleep. I was so uncomfortable. I woke up a little while later to the worst stomach pains ever. It was the first time in my life I had ever had full on intestinal spasms. It’s not as gross as it sounds it is basically just like a really painful contraction sensation, you can feel it moving. To me it felt like someone was wringing out my intestines like you would wring out a towel. Just really hard squeezing and twisting, definitely a twisting feeling. I immediately tried to get up but the pain was so bad I could not move. I was sweating buckets and breathing heavy and I think I thought I was dying. It hurt so bad that I actually grabbed my girlfriend and started like trying to tell her, but she just told me to fuck off hahaha. I managed to get to the bathroom because I was so nauseous and I knew it was absolutely crucial that I get to the bathroom or else my girlfriend would kill me. So I did and I remember having to... "pray to the porcelain God" a few times. I don't wanna gross anyone out so I'll leave that there.

It literally felt like someone’s hand was inside me, squeezing and twisting. I kept thinking it had to be food poisoning, and that soon I would feel better. The pain stayed. I think I ended up laying down in my bathtub just shaking and sweating like crazy. At some point I fell asleep. Girlfriend found me there the next morning. She was mad, I had to make it up to her and apologize and buy her a bunch of shit haha. My insides were so sore the next day, like it hurt to move. I didn’t really start feeling better until 2 days later. It wasn’t food poisoning either, I still don’t know what it was. I’ve had a few similar episodes since but they’re rare.

Anyway that’s one of my worst that isn't too gross and weird... and that is saying something. I guess I’m a tummy ache guy now haha. It doesn’t really get me off but I think it would be hot to be taken care of or comforted.

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secretobsessionstuff · 2 years

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From the are you ok response prompts can you write an Madix and Riley fix with a sick Riley and numbers 19,32, and 85

Thanks for the request! This fic is set a few years in the past, around the time when Madix got into med school. The time change worked better with my idea.

#19 and #85 are super similar so they basically happen at the same time. The prompts come from THIS lovely post and I used:

19. *wraps arms around belly and starts to cry* "No."

32. "No, I-I don't--" *faints*

85. *shakes head, leaned against wall with arms wrapped around aching tummy, eyes closed and tears rolling down cheeks*

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One of the unspoken rules of parties is that you don’t abandon your introverted friend the minute you arrive. But that’s exactly what Madix did to his introverted boyfriend.

Riley didn’t blame Madix however, because they weren’t at a random house party thrown by college kids. This party was specifically for Madix as a way to celebrate him getting into med school, and it wasn’t at some rich kid’s house that nobody knew the name of. It was at Madix’s parents’ house. And the only reason Madix disappeared into the party was because he had to say hi to a million relatives who wanted to congratulate him.

So yeah, Riley wasn’t too surprised to find himself alone in a house full of polite strangers. There was no end in sight to the repetitive conversations that he had to endure with Madix’s aunts and uncles, and fake-aunts and fake-uncles who were really just family friends but who were as close as family so ‘we’ call them aunt and uncle anyway.

Yes, I’m his boyfriend.

We’ve been together for four years.

Yes, four years is a long time.

No, we’re not planning on getting married anytime soon.

Because it’s our decisions and it’s none of your business.

Riley never said that last one out loud. He was just getting grumpy. His feet hurt from standing in conversational circles, his face hurt from exaggerating his smile, and his stomach hurt because life was cruel and enjoyed giving him stomach bugs whenever Madix celebrated anything special.

Stealthily, Riley broke away from the group of people who had sucked him into their talk. He let out an exasperated sigh when he was free. Some of Madix’s relatives were from the east coast and their accents sounded like mumbled Irish. He was having a hell of a hard time understanding.

Only a few hours into the night and Riley was drained. His head felt stuffy, and his stomach felt stuffed even though he avoided most of the food.

The hallway seemed to squeeze him as he walked to the bathroom. The chatter from the party grew fainter once he closed the door. The blissful change made him realize just how bad he felt.

His vertigo did not go away even when he braced himself against the sink. The heat in his cheeks did not cool despite the water he splashed on his face. Black splotches bled into his vision when his stomach gave a nauseating flip.

Riley turned around, dragging his back down the counter. He stayed there, trying to block out the distant noises of the party, waiting for this wave of dizziness to pass. He crawled over to the toilet, praying that he didn’t need to use it. He thought about what it would be like to come out of the bathroom after throwing up and having everyone look at him

Yes, I am the boyfriend who just puked noisily.

No, I will not be showing my face here ever again.

Sorry about ruining your appetite for Mrs. Gallagher’s homemade pie.

Luckily Riley did not have to say any of that because he managed to keep the contents of him stomach in place. He allowed himself a few more minutes of silence before leaving the bathroom.

He had to find Madix. Madix would understand that he was sick, and he wouldn’t have to pretend to be social anymore.

The worst part about this plan was that Madix was easy to find. He was in the middle of the kitchen surrounded by family members. Madix looked relaxed as he spoke, as he should be—he just got into med school and deserved a moment to feel relieved.

And Riley was about to ruin that moment.

He approached his boyfriend quietly from behind, tapping Madix on the arm when someone else started up an anecdote. With the attention momentarily turned away from Madix, Riley took his chance.

“Oh, there you are, Ry,” Madix said, stepping away from the other conversation. “I’m sorry about getting swept away when we first got here. I didn’t mean to leave you alone. Hopefully you didn’t run into my Uncle Will. He never shuts up about his boat.”

Riley did not have the energy to force the appropriate reaction to this joke. And he didn’t need to; this was Madix after all. He dropped his shoulders, feeling a release of tension for the first time that night.

Madix subconsciously started to lead the two of them away from the others when he noticed Riley’s demeanor. Everything about him was off. His colour. His posture. Though the tension in his shoulders had lessened, he still held tension in his jaw. This was not a boy who wanted to be broadcasting his feelings.

On top of it all, Madix didn’t like the protective way that Riley hugged his stomach. He touched his boyfriend’s arm and dropped his voice so that they could speak more privately. “Are you okay?”

That was when Riley cracked. That one sentence was enough to let him drop his defences. He shook his head miserably, feeling tears about to fall from his lashes. He hugged his aching belly tighter when a cramp went through his gut. “…No,” he said weakly. The tears fell.

“Hey, hey,” Madix whispered. His easy expression from before was long gone, replaced with surprise and concern. “What’s wrong, love?”

Riley used his sleeve to wipe his cheeks. “I feel s-sick to my stomach, and…and I-I.” He was shocked to discover what little control he held over his voice.

“Shh, shh,” Madix said, rubbing his hands down Riley’s arms. “Take a breath, then tell me. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Riley let out a shaky exhale. He blinked quickly, trying to clear the tears from his eyes. “I’m really dizzy and… I just feel awful, Madix.”

“Oh babe.” Madix kissed Riley on the forehead. It was his not-so-subtle way of feeling for a fever. His lips found the heat that he’d been expecting. “You’re burning up. Did this come on suddenly?”

Riley shrugged. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t felt the inkling of illness creeping up on him throughout the day. His stomach had been uneasy since the morning. He didn’t know what else to say so he shook his head and said, “I’m sorry.”

“You really need to take those words out of your vocabulary.” Madix frowned at he watched Riley dry the fresh tears on his cheeks. His skin was awfully pale and sweat gathered around his hair line. He squinted as if music were blasting in his ears. Then Madix remembered the party going on around them. It was loud, and hot, and the smell of food surrounded them. Madix shook his head. “What am I doing? —Let’s get you someplace quiet.”

Riley let Madix take him upstairs. He didn’t want to be rude by ditching the party…but that was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to hide in Madix’s childhood bedroom until his stomach stopped acting up. With wobbly legs, he made his way up the stairs. Every step was a struggle as his vision swam.

Riley paused to catch his breath and to stop the world from spinning. “I’m tired.” It came out in a whisper.

“I know. We’re almost there. I’ve got you.”

They never made it to Madix’s bedroom. With his foot on the last step, Riley felt his balance vanish. The only reason he didn’t fall back down stairs was because Madix held him up.

“Whoa,” Madix muttered as he felt Riley leaning backwards. “You alright?”

Riley put his hand up to his head just before losing his grasp on reality. His vision tunnelled. “No, I-I don’t…”

The boy swayed then went limp. Madix caught him at an awkward angle. He let out a gasp when Riley’s body crumpled against his chest. They were still on the stairs. Rather than be weighed down, Madix pushed his boyfriend froward, so he landed at the top stairs. It was not delicate, but at least neither of them tumbled down to the first floor.

Riley still had enough lucidity to land on his knees rather than his face. His knees hit the floor, followed by his upper body. The arm that he extended forward crumpled under his weight. The momentary blackout left him nauseous and panicked.

Madix crawled over to his boyfriend, relieved to see that his eyes were open—unfocused—but definitely open. “Oh dear, okay. That wasn’t good. Riley, are you with me?”

Riley shook his head even though that was the wrong answer. He was there. He heard Madix, could feel his boyfriend’s hands on his shoulders, but he was not okay. He knew in that instant that the contents of his stomach were not going to stay in place any longer. He moaned. “I’m gonna be sick.”

“Can you make it to the bathroom?”

“No.”

Riley retched, pitching forward on his hands and knees. He felt the vomit rush up from his belly with a painful heave. He made a choking sound in his throat just before the sick came gushing out his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut involuntarily from the force of the retch.

“Okay, okay,” Madix mumbled, more so to calm himself than Riley. “It’s okay, love.”

Nothing about it was okay, Riley wanted to say but his mouth was busy. His stomach spasmed, filling his mouth with more sick. He coughed and moaned in between the waves.

And he was indeed caught in the waves. His body swayed as if he were on a ship. Vomit splattered on the ground beneath him. Balance and control were non-existent, so his hands too got splashed with sick.

A particularly harsh retch sent him tipping to one side, making the vomit run down his arm. He let out a sob, feeling like the world was crashing down on him.

“Oh, Riley,” Madix said, quickly grabbing hold of his boyfriend’s shoulders to steady him. “I’m right here. I got you.”

“…my belly…” Riley whined. The organ churned and cramp, sending bouts of pain through his whole body.

“I know,” Madix cooed. “It hurts. I know, but it won’t last forever.”

“My head too—God I’m so dizzy,” Riley said, spitting onto the floor. He groaned. The carpet was well and truly ruined. He sniffled and wiped his mouth with his sleeve—the sleeve that wasn’t covered in sick. “Ugh, this is such a mess. Look at the carpet.” He put his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“You think me and brother never puked on the carpet on the way to our parent’s room?” Madix shook his head with a half-smile. “My mom is the queen of getting out stains. Don’t you worry.”

Riley would attempt not to worry but he was pretty sure he was going to fail. New tears wetted his cheeks. He wanted to burrow inside a hole and never come out. On the plus side, it didn’t seem like anyone from the party noticed what was going on upstairs.

“I want to go home,” he said weakly, wrapping his arms around his belly once again.

“We will, I promise,” Madix said as he helped Riley off the floor. “Just give me a second to tell my parents that we’re leaving. Do you want to wait in the bathroom or the bedroom?”

The prospect of lying down on a bed made Riley want to break down all over again. “Bedroom.”

“I won’t be long.” Madix sat Riley down on the bed and kissed him on the head.

“Will you apologize to your family for me?”

“I would if there were anything to apologize for.”

Riley sighed. “You know what I mean. I feel bad for taking you away from your party.”

Madix waved this concern away “People have already started asking me to look at moles on their backs. Really, you’re doing me a favour.”

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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Maybe you could do something like "how each of them react when their stomach hurts" or something like that?

This sounds more like headcanons then a fic 🤔 So how about some quick member headcanoncs???

Namjoon

Stomach aches are super rare for him. But when they do happen, they are vicious.

Not vocal about it at all, but his facial expressions give him away. Even though he tries to work through it.

There's a sickly green/gray tint to his skin too. He knows it so he layers on heavy make-up. He sweats through it through.

Doesn't ask for anything, but accepts whatever anyone offers him hoping it will help. Uses those remedies in private when he thinks no one is watching.

Members take care of him subtly, offering him tea or a little bit of fizzy beverage to settle his stomach. And belly rubs disguised as back hugs.

Seokjin

Gets frequent stomach aches from overeating, or eating too quickly.

Admits to it, but not in a way to get attention. Just announces it and carries on with his day.

He carries ginger candies around with him to suck on throught the day.

Makes himself burp as much as he can thinking it will help.

Members aren't too symathetic, knowing he does it to himself. But after a long day of work, they will cuddle with him and rub his belly if he asks them too. Also some scolding about the importance of portion control and pacing.

Yoongi

Get stomach aches super frequently. From literally anything. Feels like he lives in a constant state of stomach ache.

Tummy Rubs. 25/8. That's not even a headcanon. That's just canon. This man always has a hand on his stomach.

Avoids most food unless it's bland. Doesn't want to risk making his stomach ache any worse.

Sleep is the go-to cure. Will try to sleep it off as best as he can. He has to rub his tummy while he's try to fall asleep. The smooth touch helps him to ignore the pain.

Members want to help, but they tend to just give him space. They know Yoongi has himself under control. But if Yoongi ever approaches them for comfort, they are ON IT.

Hoseok

Long lasting stomach aches. And he gets them pretty frequently. Triggered by anything motion related. But also gets bad hunger stomach aches.

That feeling where you might throw up at any time, but it's not urgent or that obvious. That looming feeling all day long.

Avoids food due to that feeling like he's going to vomit. Drinks tea like its going out of style. Specifically peppermint or any light tea he can find.

Seeks comfort from everyone. If Hobi doesn't feel good, everyone needs to know about it. Cannot be alone. If he's sick and alone, he will cry about it.

Members give him as much attention as he needs. Starting from the first confession they work it out so someone is always with him. Hugs, belly rubs, massages, the whole package.

Jimin

Instant sadness when he has a stomach ache. He feels like his body betrayed him.

Miserable, but won't let it stop him. If he has something to do, he's going to do it. Even if he often ends up working himself to the point of throwing up. Happens more often than not.

Gassy. Burping, hiccuping, puffing out as much air as he can. Not by choice, completely random and uncontrollable. Letting all the air out eventually helps, but he doesn't like it.

Words of affirmation. Along with physical attention, they have to constantly remind Jimin that feeling sick isn't his fault and that it's okay to take a break.

Eventually, usually after puking, Jimin gives in to them and seeks their caretaking. He wants to snuggle and be served. At the point, he whines constantly about he doesn't feel well.

Taehyung

Gets bad stomach aches from eating anything too spicy. Even if he only takes a bite, his stomach rages out.

Stomach ache is super audible to the others. Really loud gurgling and churning noises.

Gets homesick?? Like all he can think about are his family members taking care of him when he was a kid. He sends family recipes to the members hoping they cook for him the way his parents did. Also makes a lot of phone or video calls to his parents when he doesn't feel good.

But really pouty and grumpy. If the members couldn't tell from the noises, they can immediately tell when Tae isn't his fun and bubbly self. Can be short with the members, but apologizes immediately.

Members are patient with him. They know he handles illness probably the worst out of the members. So they carefully ask him if there's anything they can do. Usually just hugs and soups.

Jungkook

What are stomach aches? This man has a stomach of steel, I'm convinced. If his stomach does ache, he assumes it's just hunger and eats more. Even handles alcohol like a champ.

Only gets stomach aches if he's like really sick. Like extreme flu accompanied by agonizing nausea. It takes a lot to knock him down, but when he's down, he's out. Knocked on his ass.

There's no hiding it. Everything about JK changes when he's sick. His complexion, his expressions, how he carries himself- a complete 180.

Because he knows he looks like shit, he seeks comfort from certain member. Jin and Hobi specifically. He wants them the most. Jin kneeling with him in the bathroom while he throws up and Hobi tucking him in bed and playing with his sweaty hair. He will cry without them.

The other members are around. They do most of the go-getting for Jin and Hobi. They're cooking and cleaning up and running out to the pharmacy 10 times because JK develops new symptoms randomly. But always trying to be supportive and comforting him when he wants them around.

#bts #bts hcs #bts sick headcanons #bts stomach ache headcanons #stomach ache seokjin #stomach ache namjoon #stomach ache yoongi #stomach ache hoseok #stomach ache jimin #stomach ache taehyung #stomach ache jungkook #tw stomach aches #aki hc #aki answers

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