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Some burping themed sickfic prompts for your enjoyment:
1: sickie letting out big, wet burps right before throwing up
2: Caretaker pats sickie on the back and accidentally burps them like a baby. Bonus points if sickie is pleasantly surprised that it kinda helped and even more Bonus points if this becomes something caretaker does for sickie all the time
3: sickie burping so loudly in the middle of the night that caretaker wakes up and mumbles, "you good?"
4: Burping while making out
5: belly rubs causing sickie to burp
6: suddenly burping alot being the first indicator that a preppy character is sick, because they'd never do that unless they had an upset stomach
7: character burping when someone else hugs them because their stomach was squeezed by the hug
8: a character burping during a serious situation because of a nervous stomach
9: a whiny, "Ugh, my tummy hurts..." followed by a huge belch
10: emetophobic character panicking that they have to throw up, only to let out a huge burp and then immediately feel better, embarrassed that they overreacted
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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.
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I’m a HUGE sucker for people with long hair who find themselves moments away from throwing up. Do they scramble to put it up in a bun? Hold it back as they’re hunched over the toilet, trying not to vomit? Does someone come in to hold their hair back for them and give their shoulders a comforting rub as they finally start to puke? Maybe they’re too late, and their hair simply falls around their head, maybe slips into the bowl, as they helplessly heave up what little they’d managed to eat and drink.
Uggghhhh, so many possibilities, and all of them good ones. 🤤
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Okay, so on the topic of morning sickness…
#belly kink#cw mpreg#mpreg#mpreg belly#mpreg kink#baby bump#huge pregnant belly#mpreg art#mpregnancy#pregnancy#emeto prompt#emeto kink#the devils breeding bitch
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Just some emeto prompts, as I sit daydreaming on this Saturday afternoon…
- on a hot afternoon, characters X and Y get brunch and day drinks at a chic rooftop bar. But on the elevator ride down, Y realizes their brunch (and all those mimosas) is coming back up
- it’s been a long time since X and Y have been to the pizza place they used to love in their youth. After a delicious meal, the two head home on the subway, only for them to realize at some point on their journey that they’ve got food poisoning
- X and Y are a couple. X goes out with their best friend for a happy hour beers and nachos, but goes a little overboard. Coming home for dinner with Y, X arrives to just in time to feel their stomach begin to revolt
- in the middle of the night, X awakens to the sound of heavy breathing from their partner Y, who is sweating and nauseous. But as they try to comfort them, they realize their own stomach isn’t doing so well either. But hey, why not make the best of it, get some bowls ready and put on a bad movie. If they need to be sick, at least they’ll be cozy.
- Two friend at a party overdo it, but end up reconnecting on the balcony while they both get some air. But when one of them gets suddenly queasy and throws up over the balcony, they realize their mess has landed right on the lower tenant’s outdoor rug. Can they find a way to sneakily clean it before they find out?
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Anxious faves either gagging , dry heaving , and/or ending up vomiting all over theirselves and all over the place when their stress or anxiety is through the roof
#emeto mention#emeto prompt#emeto tw#emetophilia#tw vomit#emeto#emeto blog#emeto cw#emeto kink#vomit mention
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please, how would the stomach ache + nausea/vomiting whump trope work in your OC's universe?
Whumping in EESU: Nausea, vomiting and stomach ache
(+ purposefully spoiled food for @witchy-shortcake!)
The classic: stomach ache and nausea as a side effect of medicine or chemicals forcibly given to a lab rat whumpee for clinical trials.
Whumpee with a horrible stomach ache surrounded by calm and unaffected ASR doctors, crying for help and begging for pain relief they know they won't get.
Caretaker doctor having to explain to the lab rat whumpee they really can't give them any meds or treatment since it'd very visibly mess with the study results and they'll be suspected of messing it up.
Whumpee having to throw up in a room full of doctors/researchers, not allowed to let it out alone in the cell or bathroom.
That uncomfortable nauseous feeling when a whumpee has a tube inserted down their mouth or nose.
Lab rat whumpee being fed meals containing tested meds or chemicals.
Class 3 whumpee being fed meals containing tested meds or chemicals then having to go back to work afterwards, gradually starting to feel weak and nauseous and not knowing why.
Bonus points if after a while the labor camp guards find them on the ground, curled up with hands around their stomach.
Whumpee coming to the camp hospital with a stomach ache and getting told they're still fit to work and they have to be back.
Whumpee becoming nauseous from even a sight of food - whether because of an illness or from numerous experiences of getting sick after eating.
Detained whumpee being fed spoiled food as a method of pressure (bonus points if the interrogators taunt them with fresh nutritious meals and/or promise to share them in exchange for needed information).
Interrogated whumpee in an already nauseous state tortured with flashing lights. (Bonus points if the interrogators are aware of their ill-feeling and they're making it worse deliberately).
"Personal property" whumpee given spoiled food as a punishment.
Whumpee having a terrible hangover the morning after their owner forced them to drink.
Whumpee is in hiding; when they fall ill with a stomach virus or food poisoning they have to avoid hospitals at all cost and only rely on their caretaker companions.
Whumpee feeling nauseous during or after torture, usually from beatings to the head or stomach.
Sick whumpee brought to the medical office with the sterile hospital smells so strong it makes their nausea even worse.
Whumpee is thrown to their cell after an interrogation; too hurt and dizzy to stand up, they vomit and pass out.
Whumpee becoming nauseous from anxiety or fear when entering their boss's office. Or a room where State Security officers wait for them to make a warning. Or an interrogation room. Or the ASR lab.
"Deep reeducation" technique tests where the researchers purposefully induce pain and nausea in their whumpee when showing them the enemy countries' ideology and propaganda.
Motion sickness. Especially when transported to detention, labor camp or a class 4 designation facility in a tiny dark cell of the van or train.
Caretaker going out for medicine to relieve their whumpee's nausea or stomach pain. What could go wrong? There may be martial law time and they don't have a permission for going out past curfew. There may be a riot or protest action on the streets and they're risking being taken as one of the suspected offenders. They may be a class 2-3 offender living in a labor commune where getting proper medication can be quite a trouble.
#whump#whump community#whumpblr#historical whump#totalitarian whump#military whump#lab whump#med whump#pet whump#sick whump#sickfic whump#interrogation whump#whump ideas#whump prompts#whump prompt list#sickfic prompts#emeto prompt#tw vomit#emeto tw#emeto
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A and B laying in bed together watching a movie, but B keeps falling asleep
Maybe it a movie A really likes, so they keep waking B up cause they're missing all the important parts, and they're kind of pissed about it
But one off the times A wakes them up complaining about them not paying attention to the movie B just starts sobbing
Maybe it startles A cause they've never seen B cry, so something is clearly wrong
B weakly asking between sobs if they can finish the movie later, adding a "Please? I feel really sick" afterwards
A immediately grows concerned, B normally wouldn't admit to feeling bad like that, they hate being weak, so if they're sick they try to hide it as long as possible. The fact that they're openly saying it like that means must be feeling really awful
So when A hears that they immediately stop the movie and look at them. And they see B is completely pale, their face drained of color. They're covered in sweat, their clothes drenched and their hair damp sticking to their forehead, tears still rolling down their checks
Without the sounds of the movie A can make out the loud gurgling sounds B's stomach is making, and when they look down they notices it's also incredibly bloated, straining against their clothes
They quickly pull them into a hug while B keeps sobbing, one hand moving to clutch at their upset stomach
A gently brushes B's hair out of their face, their fingers brushing against their forehead as their suspicion of B having a fever is immediately confirmed
"You're burning up, why didn't you say anything sooner?"
B merely hiccups in response, whimpering as they curl further into a ball. They squeeze their eyes shut as they lean against A with a groan, their stomach growling loudly
A beings rubbing B's back in an attempt to comfort them somehow, the movie long forgotten. As B hiccups again, wet and sickly, some drool falls from the corners of their mouth, rolling down their chin despite their best attempts to swallow it down, their throat visibly bobbling
A cups B's cheek with their hand, using their thump to wipe the drool away "I think maybe we should move to the bathroom"
B takes a while to respond, taking deep breaths through their nose before shaking their head slowly in an attempt to prevent their horrible nausea from increasing "Dizzy"
Should A try to move them anyway? Get a trashcan maybe? They run out of time to decide when B's stomach suddenly growls loudly, their breath shuddering as they heave, vomit gurgling up their throat. Their cheeks puffing out in an attempt to contain it
Their stomach spasms again, their grip on it tightening as their shoulders jolt with a repressed hiccup. More of their stomach contents get pushed up their throat, some managing to scape as vomit sprays through their tightly sealed lips staining the blankets
The next time their stomach clenches they're un able to hold it down, they burp loudly as a disgusting slurry of half digested food and bile falls into the bed with a sickening splash
They whimper loudly, their face pinched in pain as they retch again, gripping at their stomach like an open wound as more liquid forces it's way out of their throat, some of it coming out of their nose as it forms a puddle into the bedsheets, making them cough and splutter as they gasp for air
"Hey, B it's ok, try to breathe, ok?" A gently nudges B's hand away from their middle when they notice the way they were digging their nails into the skin, gently rubbing circles over the upset organ, feeling it cramp and squirm under their palm making them cringe in sympathy
As B tries to catch their breath they burp again, loud and forceful, leaving them feeling like their stomach is being squeezed as a big wave of vomit pours steady from mouth for a couple seconds
Their heaving finally tappers off, leaving them dazed, panting and still hiccuping as A's soft touch helps their stomach settle
A uses their other hand to gently comb their fingers through B's hair "Feeling better?"
A's voice seems to take them out of their trance and B finally looks down at the mess on the bed, their eyes widening, they look like they're on the verge "I- I'm sorry"
"Oh, B isn't ok, don't worry about it, the blankets can be changed. All I care about is you feeling better" A says pressing a kiss to their forehead
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Things that sickies say and do that are just 💓💖💫💞🌟
• beg for belly rubs "would you ease rub my tummy it hurts so much"
• let out little wet belches before they throw up
• just completely give in to the nausea and just let it all out after trying to hold it back
• whiny sickies that beg to be babies while they feel sick
• being held while they throw up
• apologizing over and over again if they miss the bucket/toilet or if they get sick on themselves/caretaker
Feel free to add more
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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
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i've used ai to my advantage. the b i n g image creator is emetophilia friendly (sometimes) if you really work w it!!!!!and the images i've gotten are soOoOooOOOOoooo good i really want to share them
ill put some carefully curated ones under the cut 😋
"a sick guy with long hair throws up. he is comfortable and warm under blankets in a warm-lit room."
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Thinking about the amount of time between when a character says they’re going to throw up compared to when they do throw up.
How about somebody who knows the sensations of their body very well, and when they say “I’m going to be sick,” it’s a warning slightly in advance? Maybe they have a minute to crack a joke about it or make an exhausted remark, even. They have time for their friends to pass them a trash can and get ready for the inevitable, or to rush to the bathroom.
How about somebody who was hit by nausea so suddenly they didn’t have time to even finish their sentence? Or, on the other hand, somebody who has been trying to stifle their nausea and not let others know they don’t feel well for hours now that finally says they think they’re going to be sick right as they are?
How about somebody who says “I’m going to be sick” as a statement of how inevitable it is, and they don’t actually throw up until an hour or so later? They know what’s in their future, they’ve been feeling so nauseous in a way they’re familiar with, and they just have to submit to it.
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Medic's Ball
A/N: This fic partially came from this post and partially from @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak who wanted me to write something about Murray. It's taken a bloody long time due to life, but I hope it's enjoyable!
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“Murray? Come on, we have to get going,” Aleks called, knocking gently on his own bedroom door.
“I’m nearly ready,” Murray answered back, “just another minute!” Aleks checked his watch, they weren’t late yet, but Aleks didn’t want to risk it. The medic’s ball was a big deal, a networking opportunity that could open up potential options for his career. All of the medics were going to be there.
Aleks tugged at the bow tie around his neck; then compulsively straightened it in the mirror. He still wasn’t sure about it, but he did know that a normal tie always seemed to look odd with his long hair. Murray had picked this one out for him, a deep plum colour that he had to admit suited him. He checked his watch again, his nerves jangling inside him.
“Mur-” He started to shout again, but his bedroom door squeaked open and he turned to look at his boyfriend. His mouth stayed half open as he stared at him. Murray was in a crisp navy suit, the jacket tailored perfectly and he was grinning sheepishly as he tightened his own necktie. Aleks took a breath in, aware that he was staring but unable to stop. “Murray… you look fantastic!” Pink spots appeared high up on Murray’s cheeks as he stepped towards Aleks.
“Well, I have to look the part if I’m going to be on the dashing doctor’s arm, don’t I?” Murray said, thrusting his hands in his pockets and subtly showing off the muscles straining through his shirt.
“I just…” Aleks breathed quietly.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Murray mumbled, reaching his hand to the back of Aleks’ neck, and pulling him towards him. Aleks’ heart tumbled over inside his chest as he kissed Murray, he wrapped his arms around Murray’s chest and pulled him closer. “We should get going… Don’t want to be late.” Murray spoke when they broke apart, and Aleks was glad to hear that Murray was as breathless as he felt.
“One condition,” Aleks caught Murray’s hand to prevent him from moving away.
“What?” Murray asked.
“You let me take that suit off you when we get home,” Aleks answered; Murray’s face lit up.
“Naughty…” he grinned, “but yes, of course… Now, come on, we’re going to be late.”
The night air was balmy and the sky darkening to a dusky blue as night fell. The boys walked in comfortable silence as they approached the university, but Murray could tell just from the pressure of Aleks’ hand that he was nervous.
“You’re going to smash it Aleks,” Murray told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze; they could see the lights of the grand hall and hear the chatter of voices. Aleks was tugging at his bow tie again with his free hand. “Come on – just be you. You’re enough.” Aleks looked down at Murray and he felt calmer just by being next to him.
“Thank you,” Aleks replied; he took a deep breath in and he seemed to grow taller right in front of Murray’s eyes as they stepped forward and entered the hall.
It was incredibly busy. Trainee medics were decked out in dresses and suits, and dotted around were clearly qualified and experienced doctors. Most were surrounded by eager students, hoping that this would be the night they were noticed/ In among the throngs were waiters, some carrying champagne, wine and fruit juices; others carrying canapes.
Almost immediately, a waited with champagne stopped by them and they accepted a glass with thanks. Aleks had forewarned Murray that he was going to have one alcoholic drink before switching to fruit juice, he didn’t want to risk triggering an episode. They stood at the edge of the room, Aleks’ height giving him an advantage to be able to see who all was there. Murray felt Aleks stiffen next to him and followed his gaze to see a slightly scruffy looking man with a bright yellow bow tie.
“He’s here,” Aleks muttered to Murray, taking a rather large gulp of his drink. “Dr. Langston.”
“The neurologist?” Murray questioned and Aleks nodded. Aleks had been talking about him for ages; he’d been keen on following in his footsteps. “You need to talk to him Aleks.”
“Yeah,” Aleks agreed, “just, let me work up to it.”
“All in your time,” Murray said, finishing his own champagne.
Aleks slowly began to get into the swing of the whole networking thing; he stood on the fringes of conversations, listening in and then somehow managing to become included in them. Instead of the medics being purely self serving, they were all working in tandem, including those nearby with welcome rather than suspicion. Murray watched Aleks out of the corner of his eye; this was the place that Aleks belonged – all of his nervousness and doubt fell away as he discussed medicine.
“Are you the partner on the arm too?” A girl who was hovering on the edge of the room addressed Murray.
“Guilty as charged,” Murray laughed, “is it that obvious?”
“Only if you’re in the same position,” she said, “I’m Elissa.”
“Murray,” he replied, taking a glass of orange juice from a passing waiter; the room was definitely becoming more warm and stuffy. “At least we get free food and drink!”
“True,” she agreed, “I think that’s what sealed it for me, otherwise who would want to spend an evening being a spare part?”
“Speak for yourself,” Murray stated, his free hand was tugging at the tie around his neck. The warmth in the room was becoming rather cloying; his cheeks were flushed from it and he could feel sweat beading on his brow and catching the back of his neck. Aleks had floated away into the main body of the crowd, and with a jolt Murray saw that Aleks had somehow managed to engage Dr. Langston in conversation. He could see the doctor’s hands gesticulating as he spoke to Aleks. “I’m gonna get some fresh air.” He told Elissa, turning away from the crowd, towards the doors and the night air.
Aleks could feel his palms sweating as he hovered around the peripheries of Dr. Langston, who seemed to always be being engaged by a trainee medic. Aleks wished he had the confidence of some of these medics – he couldn’t seem to bring himself to simply launch into a conversation. But the longer he stood, the more he felt that time was slipping past him without any gain. He was trying to think how he could begin a conversation but it seemed he’d been spotted as a voice broke over his thoughts.
“I must say, that is a particularly fetching bow tie,” it said and Aleks looked up to see Dr. Langston was watching him; he felt his cheeks flush. “It’s almost as nice as my own.”
“Thanks,” Aleks replied, tugging anxiously at it to straighten it; his mouth had suddenly gone very dry. “I’ve always been incredibly impressed by your work.” Aleks blurted, then felt his face burn from embarrassment.
“Really?” The doctor’s bushy eyebrows went up. “Is neurology an interest for you?���
“Very much,” Aleks nodded, glad that his eagerness was not being mocked. “My – my mother died from MND.”
“I am very sorry to hear that,” he sounded so genuinely sincere that Aleks felt some of the tenseness in his chest relax.
“And – and, well, I’ve got CVS and I’ve always been intrigued by the reasons why,” Aleks said, then again had a stab of fear – had he just overshared?
“Really?” He repeated, sounding interested and Aleks noted that he seemed to be surveying him. “What’s your name?”
“Aleksander Wójcik,” Aleks replied; Dr. Langston stuck his hand out and Aleks shook it, hoping his hands weren’t too sweaty.
“Well Aleksander,” he smiled, “when you become Dr. Wójcik, I’d be really interested to hear from you.” Aleks could barely believe what he was hearing; his breath caught in his chest. Dr. Langston patted his pockets and produced a business card with his details on it. “Here,” he handed it across, “once you’re an F1, get in touch.”
“Thank you, I will!” Aleks gripped the card tightly, his heart racing inside his chest. “It was lovely to meet you.”
“And you,” Dr. Langston nodded and turned away. Aleks slipped the card into the breast pocket of his jacket, feeling like he might just float away onto the ceiling. He made his way to the edge of the room, looking around for Murray. He couldn’t wait to tell him about what had just happened.
Aleks only felt a little deflated when he had circled the edge of the room and not yet found Murray. He stood at one of the corners, peering over the heads of others in an attempt to find Murray, yet he still couldn’t find him. Maybe he’d gone to the toilet? Aleks grabbed some fruit juice from a passing waiter, drinking it as he circled the room again. When there was still no sign, he rooted around for his phone, looking to see if Murray had sent him a message, but there was nothing. Maybe Murray had found Damian and was in deep conversation with him? Aleks wandered towards the doors that led into the hallway, with the double doors allowing cool night air to flow in. Aleks had taken a good look around, before he spotted a suited figure, there was Murray – leaning against the grey brick of the building.
“Murray!” Aleks crossed to him in a matter of seconds. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He could feel his excitement, from the conversation with Dr. Langston, bubbling up inside him.
“Oh, sorry,” Murray turned towards Aleks, one shoulder still leaning against the wall. “I just wanted to get some air, it was so warm in there!” Murray could tell from the grin affixed on Aleks’ face that it must have gone well. “So…?”
“What?” Aleks asked non-plussed.
“How did it go with Dr. Langston? I saw you talking to him,” Murray asked.
“Murray, he wants me to contact him when I’ve qualified!” Aleks ran his hands through his hair, leaving it tousled.
“Aleks – that’s amazing!” Murray replied.
“Oh – he liked the bowtie,” Aleks chuckled, “so I’ve got to give you credit for that!”
“It does go very well with your eyes,” Murray told him sardonically, but Aleks didn’t seem to notice. Murray felt a wave of heat rushing over him again, and he was surprised the sweat wasn’t dripping from his face.
“It couldn’t have gone better! He gave me his card, I need to put it somewhere safe so I don’t lose it,” he fingered with the card in his top pocket.
“I’m so glad,” Murray was desperately trying to inject some enthusiasm into his voice to hide the fact that he definitely knew something was wrong.
“It was definitely worth standing in that ticket queue for hours,” Aleks agreed, tucking the card deeper into his pocket. “And now, I’ve achieved what I wanted, we can just have some fun! Heck, I might have another glass of champagne!” Aleks laughed; this was him throwing caution to the wind. “Shall we go back in?” Aleks asked, turning away from Murray to look back to the foyer, where other were mingling too.
“Yeah,” Murray agreed, he was just going to have to suck it up; he moved away from the wall, but almost as soon as his shoulder had left the wall he felt the world around him pitch and white stars began to flash in front of his eyes. Instinctively he put one hand out and pressed it against the wall, but even this didn’t stop the sudden headrush. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with the fingers of his free hand. He tried to take some deep breaths in, as the warmth flooded his body, and he became uncomfortably aware of his knees shaking and his abdomen cramping.
“Murray?” Aleks’ hand clasped onto Murray’s shoulder, which grounded Murray slightly. “What’s going on?” Aleks sounded concerned, but Murray kept his eyes tight shut, as then he couldn’t see the world swaying.
“I-” Murray tried to speak, but he felt as though the connection between his brain and mouth had been severed. “Don’t feel – too good.” He managed to get out, though his lips felt like rubber. He leaned harder into the wall, using it to stay upright.
“D’you feel dizzy?” Aleks asked quickly, and Murray nodded, though this didn’t help. “Hey – you, excuse me?” Murray daren’t open his eyes, but he could hear the movement of people, and Aleks’ hand had moved from his shoulder to his upper arm, almost holding him upright.
“Here, d’you need a hand?” Murray heard voices he didn’t recognise, before another set of hands clasped around his upper arm and he felt himself being manhandled into a seated position on a chair. Without opening his eyes, he felt a waft of air and then the flapping sounds of something being fanned in his direction.
“Here’s some water,” another voice came from nearby; Murray suddenly felt a cold shiver pass through his whole body, and even though he was sitting down he felt wobbly all over.
“Murray?” Aleks’ voice was close to his right side; slowly he opened his eyes, Aleks was kneeling next to him. Nearby he could see some vague figures, one still wafting him with cool air. “What’s going on?” Aleks asked lowly. “Is it a migraine?” Murray shook his head slightly. He still felt fuzzy and was alternating between hot flashes and cold shivers. His midriff felt tight now he was sitting down, as though it was being clamped in a vice.
“I feel weird,” he mumbled, still not able to get his lips to properly move.
“Here,” Aleks had taken the glass from someone behind him and he held it up towards Murray’s face, “take a wee sip.” Murray obliged, the cold liquid felt even wetter than it should.
“S-sorry,” Murray managed to force out after he had swallowed the water.
“No, it’s okay,” Aleks rested his hand on his leg and squeezed gently. “You’re as white as a ghost!” At least his outside seemed to be mirroring how he felt inside.
“At least you’ve got all these medics around you to help,” one of the nearby voices laughed.
“Yeah, thank you all,” Aleks glanced behind him, “I think we’ll be alright from now.”
“Well, if you need a hand, yell,” the voice assured.
“Sorry,” Murray repeated; Aleks’ hand gently squeezed Murray’s knee again to reassured him, but Murray kept his head down.
“How’re you feeling?” Aleks asked quietly, and he gently pressed his fingers into Murray’s cheek. “You’re a bit warm.”
“It was so hot in there,” Murray muttered, he felt so embarrassed and wished the ground underneath him would open up and swallow him whole.
“Did you just get a bit light-headed?” Aleks asked; Murray nodded. He couldn’t quite explain why he felt so wobbly, even as he sat on the chair he felt like he might fall off at any moment. He wanted to say yes, but a flash of hot and cold chased through his body, and his midriff cramped tightly. He shrugged eventually. “D’you want some more water?” Murray didn’t really, but he didn’t want to say no, so he held out his hand to accept the water. He took a few sips, but his throat didn’t want to let it down and it felt painful as he forced it. It didn’t help, almost as soon as he’d forced the water down, he felt a lurch in his belly and a sharp jolt shot through him. He straightened up, almost involuntarily, breathing in through his nose as he attempted to quell the sudden wave of nausea. He swallowed quickly, his mouth feeling very wet and the sharp cramping pain in his belly becoming increasingly violent lurches. He was very aware of Aleks kneeling down in front of him and the danger this posed as the pain in his stomach peaked.
“Move,” Murray found it hard to speak, his mouth filling with saliva that he struggled to swallow. He could have attempted to get somewhere else, somewhere private, but he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him.
“What?” Aleks seemed confused at this sudden order, but Murray put his hand out and tried to shove Aleks off balance, anything to get him out of the way. “Hey!”
“Move!” He managed more urgently, his free hand clamping to his stomach as a jerk caused a heave to ripple up. “Brrrhlll!” A thin string of liquidy saliva spilled out of Murray’s lips and onto the ground.
“Oh…” He heard the recognition in Aleks’ voice. Murray was gulping, hoping that he might be able to stop at that, but more saliva was flooding his mouth.
“Hic-kurp!” Murray fought down a hybrid hiccup-burp, but he leaned slightly to his side; he didn’t want to throw up on his lap. He’d forgotten how unsteady he was, and as he leaned to his side, he almost overbalanced and fell off the chair. He would have done, if Aleks’ hands hadn’t gripped his shoulders.
“Whoa!” Aleks held on tight; Murray was still trying to swallow excessively, pushing everything back down into his stomach. “It’s okay – you’re okay.” Aleks could feel him shaking. “God – Murs?”
“ ‘m sorr – heeulkk!” Another wet hiccup gripped Murray, as the pressure rose in his chest. “Brruuuaaalllp!” The belch reverberated from Murray’s lips and he clamped both hands to his belly, feeling it jerking. “Don’ wanna throw up,” he forced, strained as he gulped down the start of an aborted heave.
“I don’t think you’ve got much of a choice Murs,” Aleks was moving one hand very gently at the base of his neck.
“Brrrruuaaarrrrlllpp!” Murray burped gutturally, then his mouth filled with bitter liquid. Before he could even think, his body had reacted. “Brrruuurruuuaaalllchhh!” Murray kept his head bent to the side, and a thick splattering of sick poured onto the ground.
“Okay,” Aleks rubbed Murray’s back properly. “Get it out Murray.”
“Bruuarrp!” Murray burped again, his belly lurching and another splash of puke joined the small puddle on the ground. Then, he felt his entire body tense and the charge of liquid that barrelled up his throat, splashing messily and hitting his shoes and trouser legs. “Oh god – huuuarrrk!” Murray barely managed to get the words out before his belly revolted again. His head was swimming as more puke forced out his mouth.
“You’re okay,” Aleks soothed as Murray breathed raggedly, spitting out the bitter taste from his mouth. “You’re okay…”
“I feel like crap,” Murray finally managed to get some real words out.
“Yeah, I realised that,” Aleks said quietly. “Would you like some water to wash your mouth out?”
“Uuhh…” Murray mumbled, “okay.” He tried to straighten himself on the chair, his hand shaking as he accepted some water and swilled his mouth out. The coolness of the water nearly precipitated the start of a new heave, and Murray closed his eyes and swallowed hard. It paid off for a few seconds, then his chest heaved and the water forced its way out of his mouth and nose. He failed to lean over in time, and sick coated the legs of his trousers.
“Oh Murray,” Aleks sighed, digging in his pocket to find something to clean Murray up with. He managed to find a tissue to help clean his face, dabbing gently. “We need to get you home.” Murray nodded slightly; he felt miserable. “I’ll call Cain – he might be able to give us a lift.”
“Sorry…” Murray repeated, he felt very tired and worn out like a deflated balloon. “For ruining-”
“You didn’t ruin anything!” Aleks stopped him before he could finish. “I spoke to Dr. Langston – that was my goal.” Murray looked up at Aleks, he could see that he meant what he said. “Now my goal is to get you home safe.”
“Sorry,” Murray couldn’t help it, he just felt so awful. He looked down at his trousers, the splash of sick staining the dark fabric. He groaned, putting his hand up to his face again, and trying not to gag further. “This suit is dry clean only…” He groaned.
“We can sort that later,” Aleks said. “I’m gonna go phone Cain – see if he can come and get us.”
“With a – hicculp! – bucket,” Murray commented, one hand reaching back to his upset belly; he didn’t trust that he was entirely empty.
“I’ll make sure of it,” Aleks put his hand on Murray’s shoulder and squeezed. “It’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” he sighed. “Not quite how you expected – getting this suit off me.”
“That can wait,” Aleks gently kissed Murray’s forehead. “Right now, I just need to look after you.”
#emeto#my writing#emeto fiction#emetophilia#emeto tw#emeto prompt#sickfic#sickness#ocs#vomiting#sick#illness#puking#puke#nausea#original character fiction#aleks#murray
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To my fellow emetophilics, have any of you ever fantasize about a comfort character of yours (that has never canonly puke in a scene before) puking
If so can you share me a list of comfort characters you that hasn't canonly puked before but you want them to puke
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warnings for captivity, kidnapping, non-sexual bondage, mentions of violence, vomit
this could be a bit dark, but i've been having this weird daydream about a whumpee being kidnapped, bound and gagged and thrown in the back of someone's car. the combination of carsickness and panic makes them really nauseous.
now it varies between a nice (?) kidnapper helping whumpee through it, stopping the car for them to rest, taking whumpee's gag off as long they promise not to scream, giving them a sick bag as long as they behave, even letting them leave the car to vomit as long they are not stupid enough to try and escape. kidnapper, who is only doing it for reasons other than hurting whumpee – maybe they are a Merc and need the money? maybe they believe kidnapping whumpee will help them? or that the actual whumpers are going to help them? – could eventually let whumpee run off, or stand by whumpee to make sure the whumpers are only there to have a talk or something tame like that.
or we could go the darker route, and kidnapper is cold and unfeeling, not willing to show whumpee any sympathy, no matter how much they need it. they remove whumpee's gag, kicks them off the car and lets them vomit out in the road. berate them if they make a mess, threatens them. doesn't untie them, or console them in any way. degrading them all the way through for being so weak and pathetic.
disclaimer: i sometimes post other stuff, but this is mainly a emeto kink blog. proceed with caution.
#i will never tell which character inspired this#never!#emeto#emetophilia#vomiting#tw vomit#tw emeto#whump#whump prompt#tw kidnapping#carsickness#emeto prompt#emeto scenario#whump scenario#whumper turned caretaker
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