#vomit sickfics

[5sosxqueen]

I might start posting my stories on here again. I love doing it, but I was starting to feel extremely overwhelmed.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #emeto #calum 5sos #vomit sickfics #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos

[spinzolliii]

A whumpee prematurely returning to their duties and attending a meeting/class/training session/whatever. They’re clearly falling apart in silence, and they quietly excuse themselves halfway through. One of their friends finds them bleeding/vomiting/unconscious in the bathroom much later.

#sick whump #cold whump #physical whump #whumpee #whump tropes #whump prompt #whumpblr #fever whump #injury #whump #hurt/comfort #tw vomit #fainting #fainting whump #illness whump #sick #sickfic

[danafeelingsick]

having soft thoughts of a sickie feeling guilty about puking up all the food caretaker made for them with so much love and care:

sickie having to maintain appearances, even as their poor stomach revolts agaisnt the heavy meal sitting inside it

sickie who can't help but grimace at the sight/smell/texture of the food, which makes caretaker think they might've messed it up

sickie clutching/hugging their middle as they try their hardest not to puke, thinking of the smile caretaker had on as they watched them eat, thinking they finally were starting to recover

sickie who has a hand clasped over their mouth, holding it tight to keep the food in no matter what, even to the protests of caretaker who's trying to tell them to just let it out, don't try to hold it

sickie who ends up losing the barely digested food over the blankets, sobbing apologies to a caretaker who's more worried about their well-being than anything else

#emetophilia #emeto #vomiting #tw vomit #tw emeto #sickfic prompts #sickfic ideas #emeto fic #emeto prompts #sick scenario #sicknario #stomach bug #nausea #sickfic starters #stomach ache whump #sick whump #emeto scenario #caretaker prompts #sickie prompts #sickee prompts #emeto prompt #emeto kink

[the-duchess-of-domination]

the sickfic to end all sickfics

i will never get tired of a boy going to bed feeling funny and waking up in the middle of the night feverish and horrifically sick.

he tries to brush off his sour stomach and tiredness and lack of appetite. after all, he’s been working long hours and eating the wrong things. a good night’s sleep is all he needs. he hardly touches his dinner and is in bed by 7:30.

he falls asleep quickly next to you, but his temperature rises and leaves him with feverish, confused dreams. you’re awoken by him mumbling deliriously, and when you ask him what’s the matter he starts muttering incoherent sentences that don’t seem to connect or conclude. you switch on a bedside lamp, and examine the pallor of his sweat-slicked face while using your palm to feel his forehead. he’s absolutely burning hot. his eyes, heavylidded, flutter.

“i don’t feel good” he manages to tell you through dry lips. his breaths come shallow and out of his mouth. you feel so sorry for him but can’t help but find him irresistible in such a weak state. you ask him where he isn’t feeling good, brushing back his bangs.

“stomach” is all he says. you probe further and ask him what kind of stomach ache it is, and with a heavy swallow he says “nauseous” and that “everything is spinning.” you lie there with him until his saliva is too much for his own mouth, and you have to help him to the bathroom. you stay by his side until he thinks he’s done.

the next morning doesn’t fare much better. he got sick a couple more times in the night, and is still running a fever. he mumbles incoherent thoughts about having to call into work sick, so worried about having to take a sick day, about how much he’ll be missing at work. he tosses layers of blankets to the floor and removes his pajamas, complaining about how hot it is. within fifteen minutes he is shivering and you have to help him put his pajamas back on.

he goes a couple hours without throwing up, and you suggest crackers. he manages to keep those down, and before long he agrees to a can of chicken soup. when you come to place the tray over his lap, he is lying there staring off into space looking so miserable and pale. you hope the soup will give a little color to his face.

he slurps the soup down to its bottom. you’re glad to see him eating, and after he’s done you take the bowl to wash. as you’re doing the dishes, you hear him coughing. you think he might be trying to clear his throat.

you hear him start to retch.

you leave the sink and come back into the bedroom. his head is hung over a trash can. he looks up.

“im sorry,” he mutters. “im so sorry. i didn’t mean to.”

this sight absolutely breaks your heart. in this woozy state he feels the need to apologize, worried about upsetting or offending you for throwing up the soup you made. you rub circles on his back and hush him as he apologizes again and again and again. after he’s done you tuck him back up, kissing his burning forehead. you sit at his bedside to play with his hair and make him sleepy. he goes in and out of sleep, and senses when you’re not there. when he wakes he weakly cries out for you, begging for you to make it all better. all you can do is pet his hair and shush him, hoping it’ll all be over soon.

#tummy ache #belly ache #emeto kink #sickfic #emetophilia #vomit kink #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump #whump community #whumpee #emeto fic #emeto tw #fantasies from the duchess 👑

[sickficideas]

"You just threw up the water you had ten seconds after drinking it, but you're still gonna keep saying you're fine, huh?"

#i think about them every day #atsushi #also i drew this a while ago i was wanting to write something with it before i posted it but im struggling to write at all so heres this #im sorry im taking forever im burnt out from working my brain is fried too much going on #sskk #my art #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #emeto #fever #vomit mention #emetophilia #high fever #shin soukoku #akutagawa #sickfic #sick art #emeto art #nausea #sicknario #sick #illness #vomiting #thermometer

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1311

TW: EMETOPHOBIA / VOMIT

Anon asked: Do you have any prompts/ideas for a caretaker caring for a sick character who is terrified of throwing up?

I have a couple:

“The more you try to stop it the worse it’ll be, y’know.” / “You’re making that up.” / “Maybe to stop you gagging, but seriously, better out than in.”

“Please, I don’t want to - it burns!”

Maybe the whumpee has a history of being forced to throw up/a serious illness.

Maybe the last time they did, they threw up blood due to a serious underlying injury/illness.

"I'll hold your hair if that's what you're worried about." / "Don't you dare."

Your whumpee could just be embarrassed, so the more shameless (or perhaps shy) caretaker takes them through their own embarrassing memories (drunken nights, illnesses, throwing up in front of someone because they're so excited/scared/anxious).

^ "Seriously, [whumpee] you throwing up from an illness is the most mundane thing imaginable. Everyone does it. The King of England does."

Maybe the whumpee has bad memories of being sick and alone, throwing up whatever's in their stomach. When the caretaker finds this out, they make sure to keep the whumpee comfortable - maybe giving them blankets/pillows and making sure their clothes are fresh and their mouth is clean after each bout.

#emetophobia tw #vomit tw #throwing up tw #whump #writing #prompts #angst #embarrassment #sickfic #illness #fever #comfort #hidden injuries #vomiting blood

[pvke-princess]

imagine them projectile vomiting onto the closed bathroom door 🥺 they really tried to make it but didn't expect it to be closed. maybe it's the middle of the night and they couldn't see. they're humiliated and don't want to wake their partner, but they feel really bad and it's more than they can take.

#emetophilia #emeto #emeto kink #vomiting #emeto prompt #sickfic #sickness kink #stomach ache

[zedif-y]

“Before you yell at me,” Impulse says. “I want to at least say that I know this was a bad idea.”

On the other side of the room, Bdubs shifts in bed, sniffling as he battles a runny nose. Pearl sighs.

“You see how that actually makes it worse, right?” She replies. There’s a faint crackle on her end, her breath picked up by the phone– “Impulse, you need to leave.” 

Impulse grimaces. He feels Bdubs’ stare against his back, “I…”

“You know why you can’t stay there,” Pearl tells him. Her voice is even, but the words drag him down like weights. “Impulse–”

He bites the inside of his cheek, “I can’t.”

Pearl goes quiet for a moment. 

Impulse can almost picture her expression– jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed in worry. A quiet sadness in her eyes as she takes him in. Not a hint of judgement– yet somehow that almost chokes him even more.

Then, “Why not?”

Impulse swallows. He shifts on his feet, focuses on the feel of the soft carpet. (It’s old, the color mostly faded. Impulse remembers installing it– a hot summer day, around two years ago. It feels like a lifetime has passed since.) “It’s just…”

(Bdubs’ voice, raspy and weak, “Can you come over?”)

“He’s sick,” Impulse whispers, eyes downcast. “Nothing too bad, I think, but it’s– he called me, and he said he needed me and I… You know that I…” 

(Impulse had just gotten home, then, exhaustion burning in his bones. But even then he takes a peek out the window, looks on as the pale grey of the afternoon seeps into night. His mouth thins into a line.)

(“Bdubs, I–”)

(“Please,” Comes the hoarse reply. “I miss you.”)

Impulse’s chest constricts. You know I can’t say no to that, he wants to say, the words burning like acid on his throat. I can’t. I want to, I need to, but I can’t.

(There’s a beat, a heavy pause. Impulse tries to remember how to breathe.)

(“…Give me a few hours.”)

Not when it’s him.

Impulse drags a hand down his face, his voice hushed as he speaks into his phone. “Pearl, I know you’re trying to help, but…” He turns to look at Bdubs. Reddened eyes stare back at him, just that little bit hazy. Impulse bites the inside of his cheek. “I need to be here. I need to stay.”

“You don’t need to do anything,” Pearl replies. “You said you wouldn't…"

I know, “…Yeah, I did," Impulse sits down next to Bdubs, the bed dipping under his weight. He places the back of his hand on Bdubs' forehead, feeling the heat seep instantly into his skin. He tsks under his breath.

Bdubs lets out a small sigh, his eyes fluttering shut. Impulse tries to ignore how his heart squeezes at that, licks his lips as he heads back out of the room. The door clicks shut behind him.

"...Impulse?" Pearl asks, "You still there?"

He breathes in, breathes out.

"Still here," He mutters. 

At his silence, Pearl speaks up. 

“Impulse,” She says, voice soft. “Are you okay?”

Impulse looks out at the living room, the windows casting light over the worn sofa. His things packed neatly in a bag. His own knick knacks strewn about the shelves. There's a lump in Impulse's throat, and it won't go away.

“I don’t know,” He tells her, the truth of it aching. “I don’t know, Pearl.”

There’s rustling on the other end, a faint hum of music in the background. Impulse doesn’t know how long it’s been playing.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” Pearl asks, and Impulse knows she means it. Knows that he could say yes, and she would be here within the hour, providing company despite her hectic schedule. Impulse knows.

(And yet.)

For a few moments, Impulse doesn’t say anything. He moves closer to the windows, feels the warmth of the sunlight on the back of his hand.

Not for the first time, his gaze drifts to his finger– a small band of lightened skin, a whisper of a ring.

"I'll leave when he's recovered," Impulse says at last. "I promise."

Even to his own ears, it sounds like a lie.

—

“Bein’ shick is the worst,” Bdubs groans. He grabs his handkerchief, blows his nose loud– “Guh, good grief.”

“Drink your water, Bdubs!” Impulse calls out from the kitchen. The bedroom door, now open, gives Bdubs a decent view of him, chopping up… Somethin’, and then adding them to a pot. Bdubs makes a noise in response, half grumble half yeah, yeah, I know. 

He mutters under his breath, “Can’t even smell the food…”

His hands are clammy as he reaches for his water bottle, drinking in greedy mouthfuls as the liquid soothes his throat a little. He sniffs, again, another groan on his lips as his head swims– like he’s swaying even if he’s just sitting down, a godawful heat just under his skin. His blanket, already shoved to the side, is kicked away even further.

Bdubs breathes out through his mouth, his throat raspy and dry even though he just–

“I hate this,” He seethes, eyes shut tight and head spinning and nose running, goodness sakes– “I…”

A wave of nausea rolls over him like the tide. Bile rushes into his throat, his muscles seizing as he rasps out, “Impulse!”

There’s some clattering from the kitchen, the click of a stove. “What?” Impulse asks, rushing into the room. He’s still wearing his apron. “What’s wrong?”

Worry shines on his face, etched into the lines of it. If Bdubs weren’t about to puke his guts out, he’d be starin’ a lot more–

“Bathroom,” Bdubs rasps out, acid burning his throat, his eyes stinging with tears–

Impulse heaves him out of bed with a grunt. Bdubs goes limp in his grasp, fighting head-swimming nausea that makes his vision all weird as Impulse rushes him to the bathroom, gently sets him on the floor–

“Hurgk!”

Bdubs’ eyes sting as he hurls, his chest heaving as he’s hunched over the rim of the toilet. A burning sourness coats his tongue, scratching against his throat. His knees protest against the cool tiles. Everything in him aches as he coughs violently, his hands shaking as he balances himself–

Big, gentle hands push his hair away from his face, soothing his trembling back. Bdubs sobs, spit dripping from his lips as everything hits him all at once, every pinprick of pain and the shivering cold and mind-numbing heat–

“I’ve got you,” He hears Impulse say, the words drifting just at the edge of his mind. “I’ve got you, Bdubs.”

Always.

Bdubs coughs, shakes like a leaf as he heaves over the bowl. His mind feels fuzzy, face damp with tears and sweat. Something desperate claws at his chest, comes bubbling out as a real sob as he says, “Yer too good to me,” He sniffles, feels the hands adjusting in his hair. “You’re too…”

His muscles seize, another surge of bile. Bdubs grips the edge of the bowl, eyes shut tight through the roiling pain, and he forgets whatever the hell it was that he was going to say.

He doesn’t notice Impulse going quiet. He doesn’t notice the faraway look in his eyes, the way his jaw clenches as he looks at Bdubs’ face.

He doesn’t notice the way Impulse looks like he agrees.

#impdubs angst be upon ye . sorry . KSJGDHS this was just sitting in my drafts so might as well post it. never finishing this one . peace #impulsesv #bdoubleo #bdouble0 #bdoubleo100 #pearlescentmoon #mcyt #mcytblr #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitship #hermitshipping #cw emetophobia #cw vomiting #sickfic #ryan's writing #hermitfic

[jurassicsickfics]

Alternative phrases for "I'm gonna throw up" 🤢:

1. "I think my belly's gonna blow..."

2. " This is gonna be way more than a burp..."

3. " I'm about to fill that bucket..."

4. " I think I need to spew..."

5. "Here comes the fire hose..."

6. " I'm gonna sick..."

7. "I think I'm gonna blow chunks..."

8. "That (food) I ate is about to come back to haunt me..."

9. " My stomach feels like a shaken bottle of pop..and..now it's gonna spew..."

10. "I've gotta spit up..."

#sicknario #sickfic prompts #sickfic #emeto prompt #emetophilia #emeto #puke prompts #vomit prompts #stomach virus #stomach ache #tummy hurts #throw up

[thesewingmachine]

did you know that people can vomit hard/frequently enough that it can burst the blood vessels in their face and result in bruising?

#whump #whumpblr #whumperflies #whump community #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpee #cw vomit #vomit mention #tw vomit #vomiting #cw puke #tw puke #puke #puking #tw sick mention #tw sickness #sick #sickness #sickfic #tw bruises #cw bruises #tw bruising

[monthofsick]

Nov(emeto)ber Rescheduled Prompt List (February 2024)

Daily prompts typed out below for February, 2024!  You can also find them on the Prompt Page.  If anyone has trouble with visibility please let me know! You can find the Rules Page here.

I highly encourage everyone to check out the linked posts for additional inspiration! However, please also note that you are more than welcome to interpret the prompt separate from the inspiration post.

Sharing a receptacle (submission by @nerdlycharming)

Can’t stop puking

Bad news = bad stomach @angstyaches

Messy @jurassicsickfics

Undesirable caretaker (submission by @danafeelingsick): the sickie dislikes or has a grudge against their caretaker, but needs their help anyway.

Post-adrenaline puking @someonesgrossblog

Too feverish to think

Choose: Loud or silent

Persistent sickness

Ill with an audience @darthhopereblogs

Totally drained/exhausted

Group sickfic

Professionalism failure @fevers-and-emeto-oh-my and @sickficideas

Can’t keep anything down

Free day!

Waking up puking

Sick for the first time

Unfamiliar surroundings

Sick in more ways than one

Late caretaker @feelingpoorly

Sleepy sickie @fluffyllamas-23

Out of character / Visibly Ill @feelingpoorly

Subtle support @emphasis-on-the-comfort

Panic @danafeelingsick

Cranky sickie @angstyaches

Nonverbal illness indicators @emphasis-on-the-comfort and @jurassicsickfics

Head pain/injury/ache @syncope-syndrome

Chaotic body temperature

Fake “Faking it:" Sickie is playing up their illness at first, or faking it all together, until suddenly they're not. Optional "I told you I didn't feel good" dialogue.

Alternative Prompts

If any of the assigned daily prompts don’t work for you, feel free to substitute with the following:

Motion sick

Sick during transit

Unconventional receptacle

Torture (literal or figurative)

Shaky/shivery

Note: If I’ve tagged you here, it’s because I think you’re brilliant and used your content as inspiration, so I wanted to give you credit. If you’d rather I don’t include your @, a link to your post, or the associated prompt altogether, please do let me know and I will remove it no questions asked! And if I missed anyone, please let me know as well so I can fix that.

#prompt list #tw vomit #tw illness #tw emeto #novemetober: rescheduled #information #important!!! #novemetober #nov(emeto)ber #emeto prompts #sickfic prompts #reblogs are super appreciated as always for visibility!

[5sosxqueen]

I'm going to eventually start posting my stories back up once I'm feeling motivated enough to do so.

Until then... meet my first OC. I did use AI to make her, but I had to edit it for a whole day to get it to look like how I envisioned her. I love how she turned out!

Name: Onnetta Ahonen

Pronounced As: Oh - net - tah, Ah - hon - nen

Nickname: Ona

Age: 29

Height: 5'8

Race: Finnish

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Hair Color: Dark Brown with Red Accent Streaks

Eye Color: Light Grey

Occupation: Photographer

Description: Onnetta typically dresses in all black, giving her a very edgy and gothic appearance. Most people avoid her, but those who do have the pleasure of speaking to her discover the sweet, bubbly, charismatic woman that she is.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #emeto #ashton irwin #vomit sickfics #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #my ocs <3 #Onnetta #phorography #ai image #heavily edited

[caspersickfanfics]

Sharing a Receptacle

For @monthofsick day 1

Prompt List | AO3 | Ask | Rules

Warnings: Vomiting (graphic), fever

Anon asked:

I see you've got a lot of Cyno and Tighnari lined up already, so I sincerely apologise for adding to that, haha! If this is something you'd like to write, I'd love to see the prompt "sharing a receptacle" for Cyno and Tighnari! Maybe it starts off with one of them being sick and the other coming to care for them, only soon enough they also catch whatever has been making the other sick. (I love fics with multiple sick characters at once!)

Tighnari wakes to his stomach cramping for what feels like the hundredth time in a handful of days. He’s coughing before his eyes are even open but fortunately, he’s taken to sleeping with his arms latched onto a trashcan. He curls around it, hacking. He needs to sit. With the storm that has taken residence in his abdomen refusing to ease, it’s impossible to tell when his stomach contents will make a reappearance. Tighnari feels hands on his back guiding him upright and his body relaxes minutely. He knows who that is.

“Nari,” Cyno says simply, unnecessarily but sweetly confirming his identity. If Tighnari were any bit more aware of his surroundings, he might notice a weight to his partner’s voice that isn’t normally there, pulling it into a slow drawl. But he doesn’t, because his coughs have turned into retches. His stomach clenches and his back arches, entirely out of his control. 

He mentally chastises himself for trying to fight what’s about to happen. Tighnari has seen this process enough times to know that it’s easier to simply accept it - he’s lived through it countless times within the past week. And yet, when bile inevitably rises in his throat, his breath still stutters with a series of shallow, panicked gasps. One last instinctive act of resistance before sick spills over his lips, splattering to the bottom of the trashcan.

It used to be lined with a plastic bag, and Tighnari realizes with dismay that this is no longer true. Cyno must have forgotten to put a new one in after the previous bout of puking. Now, Tighnari stares vacantly downwards, trying not to think about how much scrubbing it will take to clean this. He feels more ill all the same, and the sight of vomit congealing against the plastic… He pitches forward again and blearily watches as the contained mess rapidly grows.

“Guh,” Tighnari shudders, his head hanging low in the trashcan. His body is wracked with queasy shivers and chills. Tears of exertion drip from his lashes. He realizes that Cyno, who is normally quiet, has gone completely silent, and wonders if he’s walked away. Tighnari is hit with a pang of hurt, and then confusion, because that doesn’t seem likely, but his foggy mind can’t seem to come up with a different explanation.

For better or worse, he can’t ponder it further. His stomach spasms and Tighnari finds himself spewing another stream of vomit into the trashcan.

Finally, the nausea alleviates moderately. Though the thought of food still makes him woozy, he believes he can move without hurling. Tighnari’s head feels heavy, but he lifts it anyway. His whole body relaxes upon finding that Cyno is still sitting on the bed beside him. Relief, for a moment, and then he freezes.

Cyno looks almost worse than Tighnari feels. He’s wearing a miserable expression, and his hands repeatedly grip his thighs - squeeze and release, squeeze and release - needing something solid to cling to. There’s no point in asking if he’s alright. 

“Oh, Cyno,” Tighnari murmurs. He’s exhausted, but attentive ears still catch a hitching breath. Several gurgling burps follow, rolling steadily out of the other man, and white hair drapes forward to curtain his face as Cyno curls in on himself. Tighnari’s hand finds the matra’s shoulder, drawing him close with a sigh. “Come here.”

Cyno settles against Tighnari’s side heavily, as if unable to hold himself up.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, voice slurring under the weight of nausea. His back ripples with consecutive aborted heaves and Tighnari winces and shakes his head.

“None of that. Just let it happen.”

Cyno is panting now, mouth gasping for air beneath a shaking hand. Tighnari gently pushes it out of the way. Cyno’s eyes flicker to him briefly and then squeeze shut. A pained moan escapes him. A shudder runs through the matra and it sparks something tender and protective under Tighnari's skin. He runs fingers through sweaty hair.

“Relax,” Tighnari instructs, voice firm despite his own growing queasiness. Cyno’s body immediately softens, easing towards the offered and already used trash bin. The next time his back arches, a stream of pale yellow puke spills over his lips. Tighnari catches just a glimpse, but it’s enough to bring his own nausea back in full force. He tries to ignore it. Cyno is still being ill and Tighnari wants to be there for him. While Cyno chokes on a waterfall of thick, chunky vomit, Tighnari ignores the way his skin sparks with hot and cold flashes. Shaky hands rub circles into Cyno’s heaving back and, not for the first time, Tighnari curses his sensitive ears.

They have been helpful to him in many ways throughout the years; lifesaving, even. He wouldn’t trade them, but there are moments when Tighnari wishes he could put his heightened sense of hearing on pause. He doesn’t need to hear with crystal clarity the muffled splatter of liquid against plastic. And then, louder, a wet belch and splashing noises. He tries to take a calming breath, but it only fills his nostrils with a sour, rotting scent of sickness.

“Cyno - urp - are you almost done?” Tighnari’s strength has all but left him. The only response he receives is a whimper. Then Cyno is heaving again, soupy orange stomach contents spraying from his lips.

Tighnari is not normally squeamish. Still, even he has a breaking point on a sick day.

A gut-wrenching belch rumbles through him. Tighnari tries not to jostle the man next to him, but he has little control over his body as he lurches forward to once again be violently sick. Thanks to careful positioning, most of it makes it into the bin. Having to share such a small space has taken its toll, though, because some of the sticky substance splatters onto Cyno’s hands around the trash bin. Tighnari can't even manage an apology. His head pounds and he is wracked with dry heaves, unable to contain his nausea even now that he’s empty while Cyno continues to cough up streams of bile. When at last Cyno is able to get his stomach under control, Tighnari finally pulls back, bringing his arm up to his face to cover his nose from the vile scent filling the room.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice all but torn to shreds. Cyno looks like a wet dog, hair drenched in sweat, eyes round and watery. He nods, but speaks waveringly.

“I– I think I should move to the bathroom.” His arms are trembling around the now nearly-full and quite heavy trash bin. Tighnari eyes it with distaste and resolves to worry about it later with a firm nod. 

He is painfully aware that he’s been sick for three days now with no real sign of improvement. If, as the case seems to be, Cyno has caught his illness, they should indeed go ahead and make themselves as comfortable as possible on the cold stone floors of the cramped hotel bathroom (regardless of how absolutely repulsive the thought of moving is at the moment).

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#my writing #tw vomit #tw emeto #tw fever #genshin impact emeto #genshin impact #sick cyno #sick tighnari #novemetober #novemetober rescheduled #sickfic #cyno genshin impact #tighnari genshin impact #genshin sickfic #my writing: genshin

[danafeelingsick]

he's so full of birthday cake and grape juice

i'm feeling generous, so you guys will get this a day early. also not to be a freak but i gave him freckles

so, in continuing on that tummy rub minigame idea: i would love if characters had their favorite food and speciality dishes, and there is something like a count of how many they've eaten. how much is in their tummy now, and then, as they puke you get the countdown of how many dishes worth they are spewing. i don't know why by quantifying their tummy contents like this just gets me going. specially diluc! i feel like this man would have zero self-restraint. twindles his fingers and goes don't mind if I do, then eats and eats and until, oh no.

so, kaeya next? and what should i make him eat? 👀

#emetophilia #emeto #vomiting #tw vomit #tw emeto #gen/shin imp/act #emeto art #emeto kink #sickfic prompts #implied stuffing #stuffing kink #overeating #belly kink #full belly #tummy rubs #overstuffed #kink art #nsft art #tummy kink #dana//emeto art

[the-duchess-of-domination]

not to be gross but the idea of a boy looking so groggy and listless and pale-faced and sweaty. you can just tell by looking at him that he doesn’t feel good. you see his already chubby stomach. it’s gotten a bit swollen over the waistband of his flannel pajama bottoms, and you swear you hear it occasionally swirling with bubbles and churns, and awful, sick gurgling, but you don’t mention it so as to not embarrass him. he’s got messy hair and dark rings under his eyes. his stomach was bothering him all night. then he holds a curled fist to his mouth and either stifles a burp or feels himself about to get sick. his cheeks puff and he stumbles off to go throw up behind a bush or over a fence or something. it just drives me crazy, following him to make sure he’s okay, rubbing his arched back, hearing him retch and groan

—anyway

#belly gurgling #seasick #tummy ache #belly ache #sickfic #emeto kink #emeto #emetophilia #gassy #sick #vomiting #stomach gurgling #gurgling tummy #gurgling belly #fantasies from the duchess 👑

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moriarty brothers illness headcanons :)

William

- very easily motion sick. it's not as bad on trains or carriages but anything on water is guaranteed to make him feel nauseous

- prone to fevers...they're not always very high, but sometimes he'll be working all day with a low grade fever and no one will have a clue. once it gets high enough, though, everyone starts to notice, but William will usually keep working until someone makes him stop (and at that point he's a pushover)

- everyone is aware of his tendency to suddenly fall asleep (undiagnosed narcolepsy lol) but it's worse when he's sick, and he's much more difficult to wake when he's sick

- post-The Final Problem, he's gotten more sickly, and he's much more aware and accepting of when he needs to rest. he's often super faint and dizzy and has issues walking for long periods of time, so he always takes Sherlock's arm when it's too much

- Sherlock laying with him when he's not feeling well, giving him tummy rubs when he feels nauseous and making sure he's comfortable enough to sleep uninterrupted...William often makes himself feel worse when he worries about his family and even though Sherlock understands his pain he's gotten good at derailing his thoughts

Louis

- he has to take daily medication for his heart...if he ever misses a dose or the formulation is off, it's obvious - he's pale, dizzy, and faint all day. he will absolutely get irritable too. William will notice it coming on when he gets a little snappy

- he's generally pretty sickly, despite denying it, and he's not good at hiding anything or taking care of himself. anyone other than William has to tread carefully with accusing him of being sick because he'll get defensive. most of them have learned to just tell William if something is wrong with Louis instead of confronting him themselves. but Louis hates that even more, William worries too much about him 💔

- he has a very sensitive stomach...not only with food, but his stomach reacts to unpleasant sights and smells too to a certain extent. if he sees something that makes his stomach churn he'll turn around, cover his mouth and breathe hard through his nose and that usually works okay. he's used to his stomach hurting but tries to avoid throwing up at all cost, especially in front of others

Albert

- he is ridiculously good at hiding when he doesn't feel well. like William, he can continue working despite his condition, but he's much more stubborn about stopping. usually it works out in his favor but there has been a few times where he's truly needed help

- Mycroft has personally witnessed him very politely excuse himself to throw up and come back and seem perfectly fine, like nothing ever happened :) Mycroft thinks it's kind of attractive

- Albert is a pro at throwing up 🙏 it doesn't bother him much at all, and because of this he's very good at taking care of his brothers when their stomachs are sick

- he's not sick very often and generally has a good immune system, but stress will usually be the reason he falls ill. he's also fallen victim to a hangover every now and then too lol

#i love them all dearly ... yuumori fans are all welcome in my ask box as well lol #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #sickfic #yuumori headcanons #vomiting #emeto #sicknario #emeto scenario #illness #sick #fever #emetophilia #nausea #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes