#emeto warning

[flanik]

havent drawn my creepy shit in a while

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #lmk #lmk fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk mei #lmk long xiaojiao #tw emetophobia #emeto warning

[butterfliesornauseous]

Emeto this or that part two

(500 special 4/5)

Warning for emeto, mentions of medication, not eating, over eating, alcohol

Feel free to use or send me a number :)

1. Everything coming way in a powerful wave or lots of gagging and spitting up saliva?

2. Gagging on trying to sallow a pill or gagging on a thermometer?

3. Nausea from side effects of medication or nausea from medication withdrawals?

4. Queasy burps or queasy hiccups?

5. Caretaker gently doing a small braid in a sickie’s hair or throwing their hair in the messiest ponytail because there’s no time?

6. “I thought you were getting better” or “I thought I was getting better”?

7. Sickie that’s concerned about getting caretaker sick or sickie who doesn’t care and wants all the love and care they can get?

8. “I want to throw up” or “I need to throw up”?

9. Sickie has a bad caretaker, caretaker that is angry or caretaker that completely ignores sickie?

10. ‘Hurl’ or ‘spew’?

11. Tender stomach muscles after vomiting or dehydration headache?

12. After vomiting, character is hungry and ready to fill their empty guy again or doesn’t want to even smell food for the next couple of days?

13. The character/s getting sick matters more, or the reason for being sick/tropes matter more?

14. Focus on the vomit itself, or focus on the vomiting noises?

15. Producing a lot of saliva before vomiting or throat going dry?

16. Sickie gets caretaker sick, are they more “I told you to stay away” or “I’m so sorry”?

17. Sick feeling tummy from a stuffed belly or nausea from not eating for a while?

18. ‘ Nauseous ’ or ‘Queasy?’

19. Sickie is stuck looking after themselves, absolute pro or absolute mess?

20. Chamomile or peppermint tea?

21. Sickie that begs for their tummy to be rubbed or sickie that would gag at even the slightest belly touch?

22. Embarrassed from throwing up in a doctor's office or embarrassed from missing the bin in a public area?

23. Caretaker has an extremely gross but effective nausea remedy or extremely gross but effective vomit inducer?

24. A formal sickie throws up during work, they suddenly fall apart for the first time in their lives and need care or keep it together?

25. ‘Midsection’ or ‘abdomen’?

26. Puking after getting yelled at or puking after getting told devastating news?

27. ‘Upset tummy’ or ‘Unsettled tummy’?

28. Gagging or heaving?

29. Feeling sick from eating/drinking too much in tight clothes, or already being bloated and feeling sick because sickie forced themselves into tight clothes?

30. Sickie has been hovering over the toilet for ages with no relief, they press down on their own tummy to vomit or caretaker presses down?

31. ‘Twisting’ or ‘turning’ to describe nausea?

32. Kneeling in front of the toilet or crouching in front of the toilet?

33. Hand on the stomach or arm wrapped around the stomach?

34. First time drinker throwing up from the taste of alcohol being way too strong or experienced drinker is proud they have never vomited from drinking but gets cocky one night?

35. Gagging from watching a gross video, or gagging from tasting something gross?

36. Indigestion or intolerance?

37. Accidentally squeezing a queasy belly too hard, or accidentally knocking into a queasy belly?

38. Body language cues (holding stomach, hand near mouth) or sound cues (frequent burping, tummy noises)?

39. ‘ Stomach flu’or ‘stomach bug’?

40. Sickie is extremely nauseous before a massive event, they throw up beforehand and do amazing or do okay during the event and throw up once it’s all over?

41. Feeling sick from physical pain or mental pain?

42. Vomiting on the first date or vomiting before proposing/ getting proposed to?

43. Watching your character hurling in a tv show/ movie or reading about your favourite character hurling in a book?

44. Vomit seeping through a sickie’s fingers when coving their mouth or the vomit pushes their hand away and splats on the floor?

45. ‘Bile’ or ‘stomach contents’?

#500 followes special/ #emeto #emeto warning #upset tummy #stomach kink #sickfic prompts #emeto ask game #(4/5.)

[todaysbird]

watch your mouth. he is the sole guardian of Maine

#asks #emeto warning

[katskindahere]

insanity

#mia fey #maya fey #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #dahlia hawthorne #trucy wright #apollo justice #klavier gavin #pearl fey #kay faraday #ema skye #athena cykes #emeto warning #ace attorney #i think im funny #katskindahere

[nyanashima]

The Nowdateables (+ Luke) When They're Sick

Blorbos get the flu.

Content warnings: illness, mentions of vomiting but nothing graphic.

Diavolo

Willing to accept help and rest, but worries a lot about the things he could be getting done. Needs reassurance that rest is the most productive thing he can do.

Uses his time at home to complete simple assignments, do menial tasks, and catch up on whatever show or game Leviathan’s been talking about.

Can’t sleep all that much, but lies down with his eyes closed. Better than nothing?

Diavolo spams the living hell out of your phone. Memes, cute texts, even just chat stickers. Really, all he wants is attention. Call him and he’ll be ecstatic.

Looks into fun things to do with you when he’s better.

  Barbatos

Barbatos insists that he’s fine, and keeps working until Diavolo orders him to take time off. He’ll only willingly take a sick day if he throws up.

The only duty he relinquishes otherwise is cooking, because he doesn’t want to get anyone else sick.

Goes stir crazy when forced to take it easy. He’s moving and working almost every waking moment, so the sudden change makes him restless and cranky.

Give him enrichment. He’ll pace around when he’s feeling well enough, and be fidgety when he’s not. Some simple paperwork, anything to keep his mind occupied.

Enjoys reading, but gets frustrated when he can’t focus on the book.

Irritable. He feels terrible, and feeling like he’s not doing anything productive only makes it worse. Apologizes profusely and with baked goods when he feels better.

He’ll try to deal with it himself. Dia gets his other staff to take care of him, and it feels sort of awkward, but he accepts their kindness gratefully and repays it as soon as he can.

  Solomon

Refuses to admit he’s sick, even to himself.

This man will look you in the eyes and tell you he’s completely fine while visibly swaying from side to side.

Works himself to the point of exhaustion on the regular. You think a little flu is gonna stop him? (Yes, yes it will.)

He’s passing out on his desk in class, dropping beakers… overall just a mess.

Has to be forced to stay home. Supervise him or he WILL try to get back to working on whatever has his attention.

Once someone’s taking care of him and forcing him to rest, Solomon relents and tries to focus on getting better.

Sleeps a lot.

Weirdly sappy? He says super sweet and heartfelt things to whoever’s taking care of him, and looks at them really softly. The first time Solomon got sick, Luke thought he was on his deathbed because he was so affectionate.

  Simeon

Will dismiss being ill as “just having an off day” until he wakes up feeling like utter shit.

Knows when to call it. He’s okay with tapping out for a bit— the sooner he treats what’s wrong, the sooner he can get better.

Putters around his room when he’s not excruciatingly nauseous.

Goes through a LOT of Kleenex. Sniffly

Doesn’t trust himself to work on big projects while sick, so he jots down ideas, drabbles and little poems.

Naps a lot. He doesn’t watch a lot of TV normally, but he finds it comforting to fall asleep with a movie on in the background.

  Luke

Sickly little victorian boy

Mostly sleepy and out of it, mentally. Can’t really hold a conversation but really wants to talk to people.

Sit by his bedside, hold his hand, and tell him about your day. He wants to know you’re doing alright.

He’s a kid. He wants comfort. This is one of the few times he’s not too proud to ask Simeon to lie with him and read him a book.

Recovers pretty quick because he’s still a baby.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo #simeon #obey me simeon #simeon obey me #luke obey me #obey me luke #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #sickfic #obey me fluff #emeto tw #emeto warning #obey me undateables #obey me nowdateables

[angstyaches]

Sick-or-Treat

a.k.a. Halloween Prompts for Emeto Fans

a.k.a. drop a little something in my OC's trick-or-treat bucket for a Halloween drabble 🖤

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🕷 phobia

🍫 overindulgence

🍹 excess

🍎 food poisoning

☠️ spiked

🦇 jump scare

🏚️ dread

🍬 bad aftertaste

🫀 realistic gore

💀 bad memory

🍭 fight

🧹 motion sickness

😈 prank gone wrong

🎃 hallucinations

🎇 sensory overload

🎭 costume discomfort

👻 separated

🦴 injury

🐈‍⬛ superstition

👁️ seen too much

🪄 curse

#emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #prompt list #emeto prompt list #emeto prompts #halloween emeto #halloween sickfic #emeto blog #emeto writer #emeto warning #halloween prompts

[someonesgrossblog]

Been thinking about this all day so I gotta get it out of me somehow:

Normally stoic and badass characters suddenly throwing up after the adrenaline wheres off from a near death experience (monster showed up/mission gone wrong/you get the idea). They’re on their knees dry heaving and gasping for air in front of their team. Now said team is trying to figure out how to calm them down.

#emeto #prompts #emeto tw #tw panic attack #emeto warning #sickfic prompts #emeto prompts

[c10wntown]

Peppino tries the grimace shake

Emeto cw

#fanart #pizza tower #fan art #pizza tower peppino #peppino spaghetti #doodle #emeto warning #grimace shake

[ghostkiin]

hey man you 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 aren't looking too hot

#dannymay2022 #not vomit just lots of blood but emeto tag anyways #my art #wrow i did this in one sitting #tonal layers my beloved #emeto warning #blood / #danny phantom #danny fenton #dannymay day 30 #possessing ur own corpse if ye will #decomposition ensues #corpse au #dannymay

[batsbolts-andfangs]

Sometimes I feel like I am.. Not enough. Like I don't deserve to be loved and I don't know why. Right now I feel like vomiting because of that feeling and it hurts. I don't know, am I loved? I don't know I can't tell I can never tell I always feel bad..

#🦇 ︴batty babbles #vent post #tw vent #emeto warning #cw emetophobia

[darthhopereblogs]

Public emeto/sickfic prompts

I just thought I’d make this list. Enjoy! (Hope you like commentary along with your Whump prompts)

You don’t need to credit me if you use these prompts, but I’d love to read whatever you write!

Warnings! Mentions of emeto/vomiting and likely a lot of embarrassment. (These are non-kink)

Character A has to give a presentation/speech/whatever your imagination can think up but they wake up with laryngitis or a sore throat and can’t speak. So, they take some meds for it. However, they neglected to read the label which states that side effects can include nausea and vomiting. It doesn’t hit them until they are standing in front of a whole crowd of people. Use your imagination as to whether they make it through or not.

Character A goes to work/school feeling bad. As the day goes on they start to feel worse. Then, during a quite session (silent reading/work time, etc) their stomach starts to make all sorts of sick noises. Bonus points if the character is normally really introverted and never makes much noise.

Character A and B are doing something for B’s birthday. Character A woke up feeling ill but doesn’t want to miss B’s birthday, they also don’t want their other friends to worry. So, when the friends start to eat, A forces themself to eat as well. This only makes them feel worse.

Character A has an office job where they have to work long hours, maybe something really important is going on or maybe they have a deadline to reach, I don’t know, it’s you’re story. They have been overworking themselves for days (or weeks) and have definitely caught something. Or maybe it’s just from eating and drinking nothing but coffee. But they come to work anyway because they don’t have time to call in sick (why did Ian just suddenly pop into my mind?) However, that probably wasn’t the best call. Use your imagination as to whether they get sick in front of someone else (hence the name “Public”) or somewhere else.

Going off of the last one: maybe A is preparing for a presentation which they can’t call in sick from. This leads to the presentation getting interrupted by the great puking show of 2023.

(Idol AU) Character A is a singer/actor who has to put on a live show. They wake up feeling terrible but go to work (or rehearsal, whatever you do before a show) however… I think you can deduce what happens next. A starts the show. A gets sick in front of an entire live crowd.

Character A has a rather important job, but, unlike our previous characters, they decide to take the day off. Unfortunately for them, it seems that their team cannot function without them! They get called in by their boss halfway though the day, saying that they absolutely must come into work that day. Maybe the team underestimated how sick A was, or maybe they just didn’t care, or just really needed their help. Either way, they realize their mistake when A can’t make it through the day without being sick.

Character A and their friends are going to an amusement park. From here I have multiple prompts:

A reluctantly goes on a ride with their friends but gets extremely motion sick. Unfortunately, due to a malfunction (or some other reason), they are stuck at the top of the ride. Maybe the ride is rocking slightly in the wind, or maybe the height is just to much, either way, A proceeds to get sick all over either themselves or their friends. Much to their shock.

A eats a bit to much junk food before going on a ride. No farther explanation required.

A desides to sit out a ride, maybe they’re already feeling a little sick or maybe they just don’t want to go one it. Either way, their friends go on the ride, leaving them sitting on a bench (or wherever) when they suddenly start feeling sick. Perhaps they got food poisoning from the ridiculous amount of junk food we eat on vacation or perhaps they caught a stomach bug from the ridiculous amount of people who neglect to was their hands! Either way, (I really need to find synonyms for “either way”) A is sick so suddenly they don’t have time to find a restroom, much to their friend’s surprise.

Okay, last one for amusement parks. Maybe the group is a group of kids or maybe they’re just younger adults, either way, *cough cough* AT ANY RATE, they are off running around the amusement park on their own, no parents in sight (or older adults, but I see this one more for kids) when A starts of feel sick. Either they decide against telling their friends or, you know, they decide to. AT ANY RATE, (so sorry) the friends have no idea what to do, they look for their parents but can’t find them. The situation gets even worse when A gets sick before they can find a restroom.

Character A is going on a vacation with a friend and their family. Unfortunately, they end up getting extremely motion sick (maybe their driving through the mountains or something). However, they don’t want to bother their friend and so decide to just try and sit it out. This doesn’t work and they end up being sick all over their friend’s car. Bonus points if A doesn’t really know their friend’s parents and isn’t that comfortable around them. Bonus, bonus points if A remains sick even after getting out of the car and has to deal with being sick in an unfamiliar environment with adults they barely know. (Also makes for a good fluff prompt between the friends.)

Thank you for staying with me to the end!

If you want me to write one of these send me a number (or multiple) and I’ll write it for one of my OCs!

#Stomach ache #sickfic #whump #prompts #emeto #emeto prompts #sickfic prompt #sicknario #whump prompt #prompt list #public emeto #public emeto prompts #public sickfic prompts #puking #EMETO WARNING #vomiting

[butterfliesornauseous]

Just random things that have been on my mind lately

(both emeto and stomach growls)

- Sickie that only needs the throw up once but sends the rest of the day hovering in front of the toilet from nerves m/placebo nausea because they have convinced themselves they are sick sick/worrying they are ‘sick sick’.

- A small and quiet character with a really loud stomach growling and everyone is shocked that a noise that loud could come from their little body.

- Or small quiet character throwing up a lot in one round and everyone is surprised that much liquid could come from that body.

- Character with those small stomach growls that can’t really be heard but their partner/ friend knows their body language enough to know that they are reacting how they usually react when their stomach growls and other comforts them quietly/ teases them, depending on which route you want to go

- Characters that get flustered when their stomach is directly mentioned (eg: “I heard your stomach”)

- but also ‘I heard that’ to a character trying to hide a hungry stomach growl

- Character rolling over and their stomach making a sloshing sound

- Getting lifted up and their stomach makes a sloshing sound

- A belly that’s not really making any noises but still vibrating with rumbles and other character doesn’t know until they hug them and feel the vibrations against their own tummy

- Tough character using ‘upset tummy’ and other ‘cuter’ sounding words when referring to their cute sunshine friend

- Or tough character’s cute sunshine friend has a sensitive tummy and has secret stash of supplies for them to take from no questions asked (especially if it includes those heat packs that are shaped like stuffed animals and small little comfort items for sunshine)

- Character pointing out they know they are giving the other character butterflies (much better when they specifically say butterflies in their stomach and not just butterflies)

- B’s stomach growling while in bed and A patting it and saying ‘shh I know, I’ll feed you both soon’

- B sounding really insecure as they tell A they feel like throwing up and A just being like ‘okay, go ahead’ because they won’t judge

#emeto #emeto warning #upset stomach #upset tummy #stomach growl #stomach growls #stomach kink

[coffie-coffieraptorstudios]

They said 8T

*gently pets* :c

REAGAN YOUR NOT HELPING

When the beat drops on your fav song

This doesn’t need any extra words.

When you pass a cool thing on the side of the road

HONEY THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID “YOU FELL FOR ME” D: !!

#inside job season 2 #inside job netflix #inside job #inside job x reader #bretthand #reagan x brett #brett #brett hand x reader #brett x reagan #brett hand #reaganridely #reagan ridley #rand ridley #emeto warning

[emetoniche]

Justin x Roan: Late Night Sickness

This one just kind of happened, no real plan when I started, so it's not nearly as long as the last one. Ooh boy, this one had me feeling so fucking horny when I was done writing it though. Good Lord, I need myself a Justin rn, just vomiting all over himself.

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Justin awakes to find his stomach squeezing itself into oblivion. Almost immediately, his body curls into the fetal position, arms wrapping around his middle, eyes tightly shut. He hadn't gone to bed feeling like this. In fact, he had fallen asleep with Roan in his arms, her head nestled into his chest, after they had had a particularly productive love session. But now...

Now it feels like something is trying to writhe free from his abdomen, kind of like in that one movie with Sigourney Weaver. What was it called? Oh yeah, Alien. That thought makes his stomach clench tighter, and he tries to push it away with little luck. In the bed beside him, Roan rolls over in her sleep, shaking the bed. The rocking motion catches Justin off guard, and he groans softly.

He turns over as carefully as he can, touching Roan's shoulder. "Roan..." he moans. "Roan, I don't feel good..."

As his fingers press to her shoulder, he can tell that she's in a very deep sleep. She sleeps like a rock, one of her rare but few flaws. Her shoulders are tense, like there is a rubber band just under the surface. But Justin is feeling worse, much worse. He squeezes his eyes shut against the pain, his fingers sinking into Roan's shoulder. His stomach is writhing. "Roan... I, don't... oh..."

He shakes her as hard as his stomach would allow, and she snorted in her sleep, swimming sleepily up from the depths of her dreams. Her eyes flit open finally, and she turns her head to look at Justin, still barely seeming to hold on to consciousness. "What's wrong baby," she mutters, voice raspy with sleep.

He can only whimper out a few words between gritting his teeth. "My belly, it... feels sick." His head feels like its being split into two. His stomach feels torn apart and he can't even speak without his face twisting. "My head, it hurts—but my stomach is... oh... I'm sick. Like really sick..."

Roan sits up, propping herself up on one elbow and using her other arm to feel Justin's forehead. Her face falls into a frown. "You're burning up," she said, forcing herself to sit up fully. "That's weird, you weren't this hot when we went to bed..." She reaches over, running a hand through Justin's shoulder-length hair, trying to comfort the sick boy.

As Roan's fingers work through his hair, it sends a shiver down Justin's spine. She is kind and nurturing and, well... she makes him feel loved. The sensation is soothing on the whole, but nothing is strong enough to drown out the feverish ache in his belly. He reaches for Roan's hand. "I need to, I've gotta go to the bathroom." The need to puke is overwhelming.

Shoving the covers off and standing up, Roan quickly moves around to his side of the bed, pulling the covers off of him as well. "Come on baby, let's go," she murmurs soothingly. She slips an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a sitting position. Placing a hand on his stomach, she can feel how bloated and angry it is. It is gurgling so loudly and so hard she can literally feel the contents of it sploshing around. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he would make it to the bathroom in time.

As he slowly stands, a shiver runs all over his body. His stomach is a twisting, churning mess. Whatever is inside him is trying desperately to make an exit. At the moment, he can only groan with the writhing. Even as Roan helps him to his feet, his body is so heavy and the pain is so terrible. "Ooh, oh no... don't, I'm gonna..."

Roan tries to guide him to the bathroom, but less than a foot from the bed she feels his body heave. He sits down on the bed with a soft plop, fist pressed to his lips in an effort to keep the vomit down. Roan doesn't think he's very successful, and her thoughts are confirmed when a thick gush of puke flows from between his fingers onto his lap.

He's almost proud. Almost. There's a certain sense of relief in the violent expulsion that rocks his entire body. He doesn't care where its going, or how much of it there is. His nose wrinkles as he watches the puke drip down to the floor. It smells vile, even to himself. And there is so much more coming up.

"Oh, gods... no..." Another gush pours out in front of him. "Ahh, Roan, it hurts so bad..."

Rubbing his back and holding one of his hands, Roan watches the chunky liquid pour from his mouth in a flow of greenish-yellow sick. It pools in his lap, spilling over onto the blankets and the floor. "That's it baby, get it all out, it's okay," she soothes, still holding onto him as his body convulses.

As he throws up in a torrent, he barely hears her. His head hurts so bad. The nausea doesn't seem to let up, and he knows the worst is yet to come. He looks at Roan once in a while, his eyes darting around as his consciousness begins to drift. It is a painful drift, and he begins to shake even as his stomach empties. "Oh, Roan, it hurts! It hurts so bad, just... help..."

It pains Roan beyond belief to see her boyfriend in such a state, but there isn't much she can do about it. Ignoring the growing puddle of vomit, she scoots closer to him, hugging him and holding him steady. The vomiting has slowed to dry heaving, and after a bit its just a couple of empty gags until Justin falls back into her arms, utterly exhausted.

As he falls back, his head begins to loll and his lips part. He's so, so tired. Even sitting up is a great strain. He can barely find the energy to open his eyes. He must be running a high fever and his entire body hurts. His head throbs as if his brain is trying to drill its own escape; his stomach continues to be a sloshing nightmare, but at least its not as violent anymore. With a slow, deep, exhausted exhale, he mumbles a "thank you..."

The next morning, having cleaned up the mess and slept for the rest of the night, Roan makes herself breakfast, placing a couple pieces of bread in the toaster. From the other room, she hears a loud groan; Justin waking up most likely. She walks quickly through the kitchen into the bedroom to find Justin no longer in bed. The bathroom light is on, and she can just barely see his toes peeking out from around the doorframe. She goes over to the door, peering in, to find Justin sitting with his arms around the toilet bowl, head resting on them.

Justin groans against the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl. Whatever he ingested seems to still be wreaking absolute havoc in his guts, but it was no help that his body had lost so much sleep and fluids. "R-Roan..." he moans. He's cold, and his stomach is still squeezing and sloshing and twisting. He looks awful, his face pale and his body soaked with sweat.

"Oh, baby," Roan coos, coming up behind him and gently wrapping her arms around him. "Are you throwing up again?"

"Mm..." He whimpers as she holds him. His belly is still writhing, but it appears he hasn't thrown up again yet. He's just so... so weak. The fever has made him almost delirious; a little like the time he'd suffered food poisoning at his parents' house—but this feels worse. Much worse. His shoulders shake. "Y-yeah. I think—I think just give... uhh... me a minute."

"Ok, I'll be right here, I promise," Roan replies, squeezing his shoulder gently.

"C-can you help?" Justin moans, giving her a plaintive look.

"Of course, sweetheart." Roan wraps her arms around him from behind, placing her hands on his stomach. She can feel it rumbling under her touch, and she presses lightly on it. Justin gags at the pressure, an empty gag, but not by much. A bit more pressure on his stomach, and he heaves a guttural burp, bile spewing from his mouth. Another enormous burp, and more bile, spotted with bits of last night's dinner that hadn't come up the first time.

Justin's entire back stiffens as he burps and spews. The pressure has clearly been too much for a body already experiencing so much pain; it sets off a new round of gags. His mouth and eyes fill with the taste of sour, fetid puke. He groans as the pain sets in. "Oh, f—!"

Roan feels a bit sorry for applying the pressure, given it gave him so much pain, but she knew that in the long run it would be better to get rid of his stomach contents as quickly as possible.

The pressure had been awful, almost like an immediate burst of severe pain, but the subsequent wave is so much worse. Justin gasps for air as he finishes his heaving into the toilet bowl. It sounds so painful... but he feels so, so much better for it. "Oh... man... oh gods. Thank you. Thank you..."

Roan rests her head on his back, cuddling him. She can't help but to feel a small burst of pleasure with the feeling of taking care of him. Never a burden for her. Once she gets him back in bed, she stays beside him for a while, forgetting about her breakfast entirely. Just Justin for now, that's all that matters to her. After the pain had eased a bit, Justin's body seems to finally give in to the fatigue he'd felt from the initial fever. He's so warm and so tired, but Roan seems to be a calming force over his body. He reaches up and places a hand on her cheek, before slowly, almost reluctantly, drifting off to sleep. She can just barely hear his last words as he drifts off. "I love you, Roan..."

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto tw #emeto kink #tw emeto #emeto scenario #vomiting #puke #sickfic #emeto warning #emeto cw #emeto fic #emeto mention #my writing #sickness #illness

[orange-lover]

thinking about when my dad ate an edible and got so fucked he was laughing and vomiting at the same time and i asked to try one and i felt nothing

#emeto warning #davepeta talks

[sickmeds]

— into the woods , a short random piece

tw: emeto

He swallows thickly, eyes fluttering, and the water slips down the bones of his cheeks. It’s warm, tingling, a soft hum that pickles along his skin, palms resting against the cold tiles. His head bows down, soft locks falling across his face, muscles shifting stiffly, bending, shoulders hunching, lips parting.

Nothing happens, besides the soft groan that falls, drowned by the spray of the shower. It echoes in his ears, filling the space, and his throat burns.

A heavy breath of air, his muscles relax, eyebrows furrowed and creasing along his skin as he slowly pushes up, leaning back, running fingers through his hair and letting the water spill into his mouth. He spits, hair falling back, matting on to his forehead as his thumb and forefinger massage the bridge of his nose.

Leaning back into the spray, he swallows, warm water trickling down his throat.

A soft burp pushes its way up from his chest, lungs crackling, expanding and sinking, and his eyes close. Off , not right , strange – all of which had evolved into this moment, as his palms press back against the wall, unbalanced between clammy and wet, a low, shuddering breath.

Apprehension clings to the shake in his legs, the almost unnoticeable tremor except , except as his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his ankles strain, muscles twinging, and something shifts dangerously in the tilt of his stomach.

A thick swallow, and the tang of something hot, bitter, lingering in the back of his throat as he exhales through his nose, scratchy, breathy, inhaling deep and slow. He’s not scared, not quite, in the silence and space of his empty house.

A gurgle, that turns more like a growl, and a hand drops to rest lightly on the muscles of his stomach, gingerly pressing to the frothing magnitude of the flipping, inside his body. A groan follows quickly, shifting, stretching, leaning further over, nails digging into the plaster between the tiles until a sharp pain shoots up his knuckles.

“Uhhrk,’ His face crumples, its soft tan warmed by the light of the bathroom, yet stricken pale in a sickly manner that resonates in the gloss of water lingering in his eyes. His breath catches in a low pant, a gurgle beneath his hand, and a dry retch crawls shakily up his throat.

Only half aware of the water still spilling down his back, running between the creases of his skin, trailing along the tensing of his muscles, there’s a groan from the piping and a soft click, as the water begins to grow colder, from the hot steamy warmth to a lukewarm, that sends a shiver down his spin.

He licks his lips, dry, swallowing, braced on the wall and his head presses momentarily on his arm, leaning on himself as if the urge to crumple was not there ( but it was , arms aching , straining with the effort ).

It wasn’t the physical act that brought a shallow breath and a pang of fear slipping through his heart, although even on a good day he cringed at the thought. It was the fact he didn’t know why. He couldn’t remember eating anything that had tasted funny, he had been careful to order oatmilk in his morning coffee, and the strange clinging nausea had not arrived until mid afternoon, sitting at the old oak table in the kitchen sipping on tea.

It was sudden - the glimmer of sweat accumulated on his collar, rubbing his palms against his jeans, blinking wearily at the laptop screen as it lagged for the fifth time that day, the small circle in the corner going round and round and round. And the frustrated huff of air that escaped his lips, palms pressed into the cavern of his eyes, had come with a swooping sense of dread.

Then it only grew, from a strange wooziness that he thought was simply tiredness, to the last drop of tea in the cup that he struggled to swallow, and found himself wrapping a protective arm around his stomach as it attempted to digest his lunch. A chicken sandwich that tasted good.

So confusion crawled restlessly across his skin until everything was a little too uncomfortable, and he pushed aside any thoughts of completing the last few tasks, including the dishes in the sink that had been glaring at him all morning, and wandered slowly through the cabin to his bedroom.

And now , now –

He burps, bile splashing at the back of his throat and his palm slips on the wall. He swallows automatically, a shuddering breath, jaw clenching, breathing heavily.

“Nnng..” A groan slips past his lips, a tear soaked breath , arm wrapping fully around his stomach. It’s sloshing, tumbling, a tremor through his spine.

He’s alone . It’s okay .

A twinge in his stomach that turns to a wet retch, and his shoulders lurch up to his chin, squeezing his eyes shut against the trickle of sour liquid that stings in his throat and joins the spray of the shower head.

Panting, hands gripping his thighs, nails digging into his skin. A shallow, unrestrained burp, and his stomach lurches with a dangerous flop . Shivering, his eyes flutter open for a second, as a deep growl emits from the caves of his belly, and it seems to swallow him whole.

He feels like jelly — stumbling, gasping, and it cuts off into a heave that sends him entirely over the plug , and a thick wave of digested food erupts from his mouth.

His eyes slam shut , but not before the dark dregs of his stomach were ingrained into his head. It sends a throbbing ache into his stomach, as if only now it was catching up, as if it was all in the wrong order, and burps a mouthful of puke into the shallow water.

The shower is cold , freezing , but now he can’t move , now he’s stuck , thighs cramping in time with his stomach as he crouches down , gripping the edge of the bath.

A groan emits from his stomach, mimicked by his voice, and his hand splashes into the shower water as his balance shifts, narrowly avoiding falling forwards as a harsh retch turns productive.

He’s dragging in a breath before a burst of warm vomit joins the water, and he has a moment to be grateful it’s slipping away down the drain before he’s gagging, stomach churning, spilling liquid from his belly,

“What the fuck,” he mumbles, coughing, and retches. “ .. fuck.”

It burns, aching his throat, darkening the cold water still streaming overhead ( and it’s almost nice , he knows it shouldn’t be , goosebumps on his skin ).

The nausea clings like sweat on his skin, as he gags into the empty air, pushing hair from his eyes with trembling hands. A dry heave, and another, and his stomach protests the motion. He can feel it, still simmering, sloshing away, refusing to come up.

An actual shiver now, buried in his bones and a moan follows, curling his arms protectively around his stomach. He waits, moments ticking by and nothing happens, just that same queasy feeling from before licking at his heels like flames.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his fingers clamber on the edge of the bath, dragging himself up. A shaking hand bumps at the handle, turning it off, and he’s standing, watching the last of the water drain out, cold and shivering.

Cautiously wrapping a towel around his waist, his throat feels thick and heavy, like his stomach, and he hesitates, hovering between the bed in the other room and staying there.

Awkward, unsteady, he fills a glass left on the side with water and washes the taste from his mouth - like gauze on a wound he knew would be reopened ( it was only a matter of time ) .

Finally, salty tears spill over , rubbing the soft towel against his cheeks, they trickle, falling in soft raindrops of misery like gentle strokes down his skin. His fingers bury in the towel, tugging it closer and closer, wrapping himself up like a cocoon and edging towards the door.

He was alone. Alone, but not longer sure he wanted to be.

His tongue runs along lips, as his fingers shift, a slow maneuver, tugging soft linen from the dark oak draws along his damp skin. Tartan pattern and cotton, cool and fresh and he shivers, climbing into the white sheets, dragging the towel with him.

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