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Tomura’s Mommy Issues

This is a POV fem reader commission for @cinnamonkacchan which features Shiggy with severe tummy troubles and the first time I’ve ever written anything with a mommy kink before. I hope you all enjoy it~

Warning:contains belly kink bloating burps crying emeto extreme vomiting hiccups indigestion mommy kink nausea tummyache tummy noises tummy rubs

“Tomura? Are you feeling any better?” You asked just as you returned into your apartment living room. Your villainous boyfriends only response was a stifled sound between a really wet hiccup and a burp. This was followed by him moaning and leaning back into your couch wrapping both of his arms around his tummy.

Poor Shigaraki looked absolutely miserable. He was sweating heavily and had no color in his already pale skin at all. The poor thing looked like he was on the verge of keeling over at any second. He huffed to himself and tried in vein to steady his breathing but it wasn’t working. “…Stomach feels miserable. I wanna die so goddamn much…” he said.

“Oh honey you look awful,” you said with a frown and put your palm over Shigarkai’s forehead. You had to pull back his messy bangs which were damp and greasy from how badly he was perspiring. He wasn’t sick with any infection but he definitely had something.

Just then a painfully thick sounding gurgle erupted from Shigaraki’s stomach. He cringed badly and nearly teared up from how painful the knots in his belly felt. When you looked down you could see Shigaraki’s stomach sticking out against his black shirt. He looked pretty bloated. He ate junk food all the time and he tended to eat a lot of it when he got his hands on it but usually it wasn’t weighed down as heavily as this was. Something Shigaraki ate during his junk food binge very clearly wasn’t setting right in his tummy or even worse, maybe gave him food poisoning.

Shigaraki clenched his teeth when his tummy gave another noisy and extra bubbly gurgle. “Unf…fuck…” he gritted through clenched teeth.

“…Poor baby,” you said in a warm almost nurturing kind of way. The tone a mother might give to calm their sick child. You put your hand on Shigaraki’s back and very gently rubbed it up and down. His spine trembled at your touch. He was shivering a little. “It’s okay dear. It’s all okay. Just let mommy take care of you,” you insisted and gently laid the young villain slowly and carefully down backwards until his sweat drenched head was rested on your lap.

Shigaraki huffed and exhaled looking like he was salivating an abnormal amount than usual. He swallowed thinly and breathed out then clenched his eyes painfully when his stomach gurgled even noisier than before. “…Fuck I hate this. I hate this so much…” he could barely croak out and cringed again. Shigaraki covered his mouth and looked uncomfortable when he did. He looked like he really needed to burp but at the same time also looked like he was on the verge of throwing up. After a few seconds of uncertainty passed a really thick closed mouth burp rumbled from behind Shigaraki’s lips. Its depth made it hard to tell if it was only gas that rushed up his throat or not. He blew it out to the side with an exhausted sigh and leaned back. “…Fuckin’ hate this…”

“I know sweetie I know,” you said in that nurturing way of yours. As you spoke you very gently brushed his bangs and caressed his wrinkled sweaty forehead. He swallowed again and closed his eyes. Shigaraki was clearly in pain but that physical nurturing you gave him seemed to help relax him just a little bit. His distended tummy still rose and fell with his very labored and pained breathing.

You reached out with your other hand and grabbed the bottom of Shigaraki’s shirt. Slowly you raised it up and revealed his pale pooching tummy in all its glory. Despite his vulnerability you swallowed thinly when you saw Shigaraki’s belly fully exposed. Even in your ‘nurturing phase’ it always got you feeling weak in the knees whenever Shigaraki treated you to his belly. Especially when it was a little more full than usual.

When you placed your hand atop his warm smooth tummy you just left it there. It felt oddly warmer than usual and delectably soft from its bloated state. Your fingers sank just a little into Shigaraki’s tummy just when you started to massage it up and down. While his lower tummy was soft and a little poochy, there was a curvature to his stomach that only grew tighter around his upper belly. You kneaded your fingers into his tenser flesh to try and settle it down while his stomach gurgled painfully again.

The gurgling wasn’t going away but Shigaraki sighed shakily and stretched out which only made his belly stick out more while you rubbed it. He was clearly enjoying it despite the noisy protests his tummy was giving. “…Unnf…don’t stop, ’mommy’,feels so goddamn good…” Shigaraki almost begged while he happily indulged you.

The affection-starved young man rested his eyes shut and breathed out some more while you gingerly massaged his aching tummy. It felt so puffy from the way whatever Shigaraki ate was reacting. You could feel all the knots in his stomach muscles creating tense portions of flesh that you tried to very carefully navigate around.

You just sat there on the couch with Shigaraki resting gently on your lap while you in an equally gentle sort of way rubbed his tummy to try and calm it down. Some equally calm almost motherly humming accompanied your comforting treatment. It seemed to relax Shigaraki enough that his breathing was getting more stable. You could feel his body growing less tense the longer you caressed his stomach. It was such a wonderful moment that you wished could have lasted longer.

But of course then an even thicker groan than before emitted from Shigaraki’s belly. This loud groan bellowed out of his stomach so hard that you could actually feel it reverberating within his organ from behind your hand. Shigaraki clenched his teeth and started sitting up. “Ngf…fuck…wait…I need to…” he growled and sat up slowly and carefully but couldn’t even finish his sentence.

You were about to ask if he was okay when he covered his mouth again. He closed his eyes and gave a really low closed mouth burp that got really deep at the end. Shigaraki huffed and burped deeply in his mouth again. But this time it got chunky at the end and he ended up lurching. Suddenly at the tail end of his burp some bits of puke splattered out against Shigaraki’s hand and onto his chin.

“Oh fuck…!” Shigaraki gasped seconds before grabbing a garbage bin by the couch with his vomit-covered hand and violently threw up into it. You cringed a little when Shigaraki very painfully wretched more of the contents in his stomach into the bin. More bile spewed out of him and into the garbage bin. When he finally stopped Shigaraki was panting breathlessly with tears in his eyes. Bile dripped from his lips, dribbling down his chin and onto his now-vomit covered shirt. The poor boy was a complete mess.

“Are you okay sweetie…?” You asked as you very gently rubbed his back. His whole body felt unbelievably tense. Shigaraki was trembling with the worst chills you’d ever seen him have before. Whatever he ate had to have been undercooked.

The sheer noisiness of Shigaraki’s belly gurgling away told you that his digestive system was aggressively rejecting whatever it was he ate. And it didn’t sound like it was done by a long shot. Not by the way it gave a low rumbling burble.

Shigaraki clenched his eyes shut as some tears trickled down his eyelids. He tried to speak but his belly roared loudly. Right away his face soured. Shigaraki grabbed his agonized tummy and rushed off to the bathroom with his still puke-covered hand wrapped around his mouth.

You followed after him just in time for Shigaraki to lurch over the toilet bowl and very aggressively throw up into it. Thick chunky pile viciously expelled from his throat and splattered messily and noisily into the toilet water for several seconds straight. You reached down and held his greasy bluish white hair back so it wouldn’t spill into the toilet while he threw up into it.

“That’s okay, it’s okay,” you assured him while you continued holding his hair back.

When he finally stopped Shigaraki was left hanging his head over the toilet with his jaws still parted open and dripping bile and slimy saliva into the water. His breathing was heavy and muffled like his own throat was only partially open.

Everything inside of him was in aggressive fluctuation and punctuated by noisy very acidic sounding gurgles. Shigaraki panted and swallowed some air with some desperation. Then he very loudly burped into the toilet and spat afterwards.

“Good boy. Just let it all out,” you continued nurturing. You leaned down from behind and rubbed Shigaraki’s warm churning tummy from its sides up and down. To help him you gave it a couple of pats which made Shigaraki burp heavily into the toilet again which once again grew wet at the end. Another choked sounding burp struggled to exit his mouth and got very gurgly too until it once again let to him forcefully puking into the toilet bowl.

Some time passed and all the while you held his hair back and massaged him while he grossly expelled as much of the contents of his stomach ailing him as he could.

When it finally finished Shigaraki was left a heaping mess on the floor of the bathroom practically hugging the toilet as more tears leaked down his eyelids. “…That hurt so damn much…fuck…” he groaned out getting a little choked up at the end as more tears trickled down his face.

“Shhh it’s okay, you’re okay sweetie. Mommy’s here for you” you assured him and kissed the top of his head while stroking it lovingly. “Mommy’s going to get you cleaned up okay?”

Shigaraki sniffed and nodded weakly. He was just too utterly exhausted to do much else.

After disposing of the sick that Shigaraki left in the bin you took off his shirt while he very weakly undid his pants. Shigaraki weakly washed his face of the sick and then sat in the tub wearing nothing but his black boxers. Then you took a wet hand towel and began to wipe Shigaraki’s sweaty body down. Room temperature water was poured onto the towel which you then gently rested atop Shigaraki’s head. The soothing water trickled down his face while you rubbed it across his entire body starting with his head and downward.

You rinsed the towel down some more and slowly rubbed it across his lean but slightly toned chest. Obviously you couldn’t help but admire your sickly boyfriend’s body in that way while you very slowly ran the wet towel across each of his pectorals. You looked into Shigaraki’s eyes while you did but he looked far too weary and exhausted from throwing up so much to be as into it as you were.

Then you brought the towel down to Shigaraki’s belly.

Before you did though you set the towel aside and placed your hand on his tummy. He had thrown up so much that the organ actually looked and felt a little deflated. Shigaraki probably purged much of what he ate which could have given him the grief in the first place. Then you rubbed the towel across his belly gently kneading it and wiping it clean. He was so vulnerable and almost docile in that moment that when you rubbed that towel across his lower tummy a part of you wanted to slide your hand down past the rim of his boxers. But a sickly groan from the boy told you that he was absolutely not up for any of the 'fun’ stuff.

That was okay though. You were perfectly content nurturing and comforting Shigaraki when he needed you. So you continued just running that towel across his pale yet lightly defined body. This helped to both relax Shigaraki when he desperately needed it and helped clean him up after the sweats he got from such aggressive chills.

Things seemed okay for a while after that. You took him to your bedroom and laid him down while Shigaraki stayed in his boxers. His tummy was way too sensitive for clothing right now and nothing you had on in your place was his size. But then the bellyache began anew.

You laid in bed with him rubbing his belly and trying to help him settle down but nothing calmed the violent ache in his stomach. Once again he clamped his mouth shut and lurched. Despite how much he was throwing up earlier food poisoning just kept bringing up more whether he liked it or not. And of course he didn’t but that wouldn’t help him.

Shigaraki rushed to the bathroom again now in nothing but his boxers and hung over the toilet bowl like he had previously. His mouth parted open as he gagged and huffed. A sharp hiccup erupted from his body which made his gag even worse. He puffed and spat into the toilet. But nothing was coming up.

“Fuckin’ c'mon already…” Shigaraki hissed.

He tried kneading into his tummy to coax himself into throwing up by really pressing down. But even that didn’t work. In fact it just made his tummyache even worse.

You knelt down besides him and rubbed his back soothingly. “I need to puke but fuckin’ nothing’s comin’ up…” Shigaraki grumbled almost sheepishly despite how sick to his stomach he still felt.

“Here, let mommy help,” you said and rhythmically thumped Shigaraki’s back not unlike a mother who was burping her infant child.

Each thump jostled Shigaraki’s chest and stomach. He tried to burp but nothing was coming up. With the pain growing worse he swallowed down air to try and force a burp on command out of himself. He eventually managed to make himself burp loudly into the toilet. But Shigaraki’s tummy was in such flux that even that little display didn’t work. “Shit nothin’,” Shigaraki groused before wincing and giving a thick closed mouth burp from the residual air he swallowed.

“Open your mouth,” you advised Shigaraki.

“Huh?”

“Open your mouth and say 'ahhhh’,” you repeated.

Shigaraki frowned skeptically but did as you said. When he stuck his tongue out with his 'ahhhhhh’ you inserted two fingers into his mouth then pressed them down against his tongue as you reached in deep.

This induced Shigaraki’s gag reflex which made him promptly go wide-eyed. But because your fingers were still pressed against his tongue his gag reflex reacted negatively. With a painful lurch Shigaraki very quickly turned away from you and down into the toilet in time to finally throw up. Shigaraki puked so intensely that he nearly forgot to keep his pinkies up when he clutched the toilet bowl. He grossly wretched the residuals of whatever was still inside of his stomach not digesting correctly.

“That’s mommy’s boy, good job,” you said and gingerly rubbed his back while Shigaraki huffed into the toilet and threw up pure liquid bile. His stomach was largely empty by that point but he desperately needed to throw up anyway with how relentlessly his troubled tummy was gurgling and churning around within itself.

When he finally stopped Shigaraki breathed out breezily into the toilet bowl.

“…Hrruuuurrgh…that’s…that’s marginally better…” he gasped and then spat into the toilet before flushing his own sick down.

Eventually he crawled back into bed and once again things seemed to stabilize. But his food poisoning was still aggressively acting up. You rushed off to get something from the kitchen to help settle Shigaraki’s tummy while he whined from atop your bed.

“Unnngh god my stomach…” whined Shigaraki from atop your mattress. He was curled up a little with his arms wrapped tightly around his tummy when you returned from the kitchen with a bottle of ginger ale.

“It’s okay. Mommy’s here now, I got you,” you assured him when you crawled back into bed with him. You laid down behind Shigaraki and wrapped your arms around his slender yet just slightly curved hips. Then you rested both your hands against his tummy. It was definitely less puffy than before but it was gurgling every bit as loudly and thickly as the first time.

You slowly rubbed Shigaraki’s belly up and down while you carefully pulled him close for a backwards hug. Again you felt Shigaraki’s body grow more relaxed the more you rubbed his tummy and kept him so close to you. No one knew how to comfort him the way you did.

But then it grew tense again. Shigaraki’s body trembled only this time it wasn’t because of his belly. You felt him sniffle lightly and quickly realizing that he might have actually been crying.

“…What’s wrong baby?”

Shigaraki sniffled again and clenched his fists. “…I can’t believe how fucking weak I am…boss of the goddamn league of villains'n I’m taken outta commission by a fuckin’ bellyache? To be so fuckin’ needy'n cryin like some worthless loser is just so…I’m such a fuckin’ joke…”

“No you’re not,” you said a little more firmly while your hand continued to run up and down his tummy. “Hero? Villain? Who cares? You’re human. Even our quirks can’t mask that.”

Shigaraki sniffled again and grunted like he was trying to turn away from you so you wouldn’t see him cry. “…I hate feeling like this…” he said. Referring to his tummyache and perhaps more so his vulnerability.

“It’s just me. You know I love you no matter what right?” You assured him and gently stroked his hair some more.

Again Shigaraki’s whole body trembled and a single sob jerked his torso. It was getting harder and harder for him to hold back the tears. “…W-Why are you so goddamn good to me…? You know I don’t deserve you…”

You buried your head into his back and listened to his heart beat rapidly. “Even villains deserve love.” And you emphasized that point by very gently running your hand up and down his stomach. Shigaraki sighed softly and with one pinky up cupped your hand into his own. “…Thank you mommy…”

Sometimes it was hard to tell if he was just indulging your own little kink or if he was so affection-starved that the 'mommy’ comments just slipped out by mistake.

Either way it didn’t matter. You took it all the same and kissed Shigaraki’s shoulder while continuing to rub his churning tummy.

But even that wasn’t quite working to deal with the intense gurgling that was souring Shigaraki once more.

“Your tummy really is at war with itself today isn’t it,” you said as you cupped his lower belly and stroked its smooth delicate sides.

Shigaraki huffed and nodded weakly. “Feels like there’re waves splashin’ in my gut…”

You gently sat Shigaraki up and grabbed the ginger ale. “Drink this sweetie. Ginger ale always helps with an upset tummy,” you assured him and gently pat the side of his belly.

Shigaraki hiccuped and groaned miserably. “…Are ya kiddin’…? The last thing I need right now is to fill up on anything else…”

“Trust me. Mommy knows best, right?” You insisted and gingerly ran your hand down the center of Shigaraki’s spine. He groaned at that especially comforting feeling and begrudgingly snatched the 2 Liter of soda from your hand while still keeping his pinky up to avoid activating his quirk.

He huffed to himself like he was mentally preparing for the worst. But given that he’d already puked all over himself prior and just had you gagging him to induce vomiting earlier, you’d wager that there really wasn’t anywhere else that could get lower for him.

So Shigaraki unscrewed the cap and began swigging his fizzy bubbly drink down. You watched his defined Adam’s Apple throb from his long slender throat. A shiver ran down your own spine when you heard how loudly he was gulping his beverage down. He breathed in through his small nostrils while the fizzy drink filled his tummy with carbonation.

Your eyes drifted to Shigaraki’s belly which you could see inflating just slightly from both all the carbonation combined with the soda itself filling him up. Shigaraki was a soda junkie after all. He always had been given what a massive gamer he was and how caffeinated he always needed to be to stay in the zone. So his ability to chug soda so fast wasn’t surprising. What was a little surprising was the way he was chugging so much soda even when his tummy was feeling so crummy.

Force of habit you figured.

He pulled the bottle back after downing it to the label in one hearty swill. Shigaraki panted heavily while his tummy rose and fell with his strained breathing. Then he grabbed his belly with one hand and unleashed a giant burp that echoed throughout your whole bedroom. The volume was so strong that you actually flinched and swore that the springs in your bed vibrated with that massive expulsion of gas.

Shigaraki panted and laughed wearily. “Phew! Hah…hhhahh…holy shit…!” he said patting his belly heartily and working up another large burp in the process. “Unf…damn that felt good…”

“With how deafening that was I should hope so,” you teased and thumped his back a few times to try and coax more gas out.

Shigaraki hiccuped and shook his head. “Nah the gas is in my stomach, push there.”

And you did just that. You sat before Shigaraki and kneaded his tummy firmly with both hands hard at work. Your ministrations coaxed a sizable gas pocket that Shigaraki released as a long rumbling burp that left him panting breathlessly.

“Good boy,” you repeated and rubbed circles into his belly kneading while you did. “Does that feel good to get out?”

“YYYEEEEEEEUUUUP!!!” Shigaraki loudly and rather childishly burped the word 'yep’ out.

“Manners young man,” you said in a mock-stern voice and lightly thumped his tummy for his excessive crudeness.

“Heh my bad mommy,” Shigaraki said sarcastically.

“I should say so,” you replied then turned to his tummy when it burbled again. “Especially since there’s still pressure inside from the sound of it.”

You firmly ran your hands up and down Shigaraki’s distended stomach. The air was circulating with your palms ministrations and working up more thick burbling in the process. The rubbing once again worked up more pressure making Shigaraki let loose with an especially throaty burp with heft to it. He gasped afterwards and hit his chest to work up a sharp after burp.

He downed a little more soda since his stomach was still feeling a bit dodgy. You continued nurturing his tummy the whole time he chugged. Then once he pulled away you pressed on his belly again and caused a huge burp to rip out of Shigaraki’s mouth. It was swiftly followed by a longer more raunchy sounding burp and finally a sharp dry one indicating that he was running low on 'fuel’.

With one last burp Shigaraki finally moaned in what looked and sounded like relief instead of discomfort. “Ohhh god I needed that,” Shigaraki panted and flopped backwards onto your bed lazily. The ginger ale in his tummy sloshed noisily while he palmed at it and ran his hand up and down his curved tummy.

You smiled and climbed over him gingerly running your hand up and down his belly. “I’m so glad I could make my baby feel better,” you said and planted kisses on Shigaraki’s soft lightly bubbling tummy.

Shigaraki hummed contently then shifted into a more relaxed state while you nursed his belly. But before things could get steamier with you hovering over him he looked away and asked “…H-Hey…could I…could I rest my head on your lap again…? Please…?”

You stopped then smiled softly. “…Of course sweetie.”

After scooting back into your earlier position you rested your back against the wall and let Shigaraki rest his tired head on your lap. Like a loving mother you gently caressed his cheek and brushed his messy bangs away so you could look down at his genuinely relaxed docile looking expression that not even his quirk-induced rashes and scars could mask.

You leaned down and once again kissed Shigaraki across the forehead. His smile grew as gentle as you’d ever seen it get.

“…Thank you…mommy…”

“…Anything for mommy’s precious baby boy,” you said softly and continued gently brushing Shigaraki’s cheek with one hand while gingerly rubbing his belly with the other.

Because even villains deserve to feel loved.

I would kill to see just how bad food poisoning can get. I want to see a cute chubby girl feel sick from eating at her local hole-in-the-wall dirty restaraunt. I want her to rush home in her car with her guts making all sorts of bubbly noises, her stomach all twisted up from constipation and nausea. She lets out a few farts and they feel a bit too damp. I want her to rush to the bathroom and try to undo her tight jeans that she spent all day trying to fit into, and just as she finally pulls them down, some liquid diarrhea shoots from her drippy, moist, puckered asshole and gets on her panties along with urine shooting out from her pussy. The mess spills all over the toilet seat and lid, and down her fat thighs before she can sit down. I want her to cry and retch at the smell of her own shit. A bit of drool and vomit spills out of her mouth and it looks no different than the diarrhea.