#puking + nausea + bloated

[babyjinsu]

hii melo how are u :3

no pressure to answer if ur busy or don’t wanna /gen n im not asking for like hard hours or anythinggg i swear i just feel soo crazy about sungchan’s gym pics :(( and i just wanted to say my thoughts to someone who (maybe) understands but hessooooo feeder bf coded plsplspls like… i don’t even wanna elaborate lmao because i’m embarrassed so feel SO free to ignore this because im just rambling like a loser :(( /gen

omg i thought of sungchan and the fic i sent to u!!!!!!!!!! but instead of getting drunk,,, sungchan is annoyed that you're getting prettier and hotter in other people's eyes so he needs u to gain weight t^t so at least not everyone finds u attractive... pls dont call urself a loser ure one of my favourite people here!!!! ilyy /p

cw; weight topics, weight-gain themes, force-feeding, feedism

sungchan cancels ur gym membership and tells you that he can be your personal gym trainer! it's better, it saves money, and wouldn't you like it? to have your expert boyfriend gives you personalised gym session ^3^ ? he tells you what to eat and what-to-not-eat too! too much fibres and protein shakes arent necessarily good yk? that body needs some sugar too! and he's not talking natural sugar from fruits, but those processed ones from desserts!

when you get all lightheaded and dizzy from over-sugar-consumption, sungchan blames it on the fact that you're not drinking enough water... so he forces you to drink more by kissing you so you get all bloated and nausea. sungchan asks you to sleep early after dinner (minimum three rounds!) so your body won't have enough time to digest the meal and it'll turn to fat >.< of course, sungchan balances it with morning jogs and light exercises but when you weight yourself...

why do you feel like you only gain?

[fullburpingandrooling]

i havent beed going to the bathroom in a week. i havent pissed in 4 hrs. i just went out with friends bloated like that, ate two family size pizzas and had a couple very heavy vodka lemons. im so bloated it actually hurts, every burps feels like i might throw up. ive been gagging at every sudden move i make for the past two hours

[tummieaching]

Oohh...I've been nursing this tummyache all night I couldn't sleep ♡ It finally came up and it felt so good...it was so thick, but my tummy still feels a little full...

[queasybellyprincess00]

absolute hedonism

Dozens of cupcakes around you, the wrappers of more discarded all around. . The couch is protected, and you are stuffed beyond comprehension. Every other cupcake you swallow a few mouthfuls of of sick lazily pour down your chins pooling on either side of your body.

Still I encourage you more, rubbing your belly as you let out a constant stream of burps and gags. At any time I cloud apply the most delicate pressure and set you off, covering you in dozens of cupcakes worth of sick. But for now, I rub your belly loving the absolute gluttony of it all. Feeling the sickness in every gasp, the angry gurgles beneath my hands.

at any moment nausea could take over. But that’s part of the thrill.

[lastoneout]

Hey @ my fellow bitches and besties who deal with a lot constipation/gas/bloating because of IBS or other digestive issues!!

Did you know there's a way to deal with it at home on your own without medication?? Because my doctor sure didn't fucking tell me about this!! But I just tried it because my gas always makes me SO fucking nauseous that I can barely function and it takes like an hour for my nausea and IBS meds to kick in, but I always feel the urge to rub my stomach when I'm bloated, so my Wikipedia boyfriend ass googled it and YEP MASSAGING IS BACKED UP BY SCIENCE.

The article does say to not do this if you have recently had abdominal surgery, but here's the method:

"To perform abdominal massage on yourself.

Lie flat on your back with your belly exposed.

Overlap your hands on your lower belly and hold them here as you focus on your breath.

Warm your hands by rubbing them together for about 30 seconds.

Apply any oils that you’re using.

Use the palm of your hand to massage your entire stomach in a clockwise direction several times.

Then massage the centerline of your abdomen, starting below your sternum and ending at your pubic bone.

Do three more lines an inch apart down the left side of the abdomen.

Do the same on the right side of the abdomen.

Then press your fingers into your navel firmly.

Continue massaging with gentle pressure and circle outward from your navel in a clockwise direction.

You can spend extra time on specific areas or trigger points that feel like they need some extra attention.

Do this for up to 20 minutes.

If you don’t feel comfortable massaging yourself, you can also have your abdomen massaged by a massage therapist. Call before you make your appointment to see if the therapist performs abdominal massage. Not all masseuses provide this service."

I also found a slightly different one from the University of Michigan!

"Massaging your stomach can help to move stool along the inside of your colon. It may help relieve symptoms of tightness, pressure, cramping, and bloating.

Start on the right side of your stomach down by the bone of your pelvis.

Rub in a circular motion lightly up to the right side till you reach your rib bones.

Move straight across to the left side.

Work your way down to the left to the hip bone and back up to the belly button for 2-3 minutes.

Rub with your fingertips in a circular motion. You may press a little deeper with your fingers.

Spend about 1 minute moving from the right hip bone to the right ribs then 1 minute across the middle (gently) and then 1 minute down to the left bone by your pelvis to the belly button.

Repeat rub, always in a clockwise motion, for 10 minutes."*

I was literally so nauseous from being bloated that I couldn't even swallow food without feeling like I was going to puke, but I did the second one just sitting up at my desk, clockwise like they both said(I'm assuming bcs that's the direction things travel through your gut) and within like 2 minutes I felt better. I cannot BELIEVE no one has ever recommended this. Fucking life-changing. I used to just sit there and drink sprite and hope it was over soon and now I don't have to do that!! And if people already know about this that's good but like, again, no one EVER told me about this so if this can help even ONE person who struggles like I do I'll consider it a win!

Also, for clarification, I'm not advocating ditching your meds obvs, I just know it takes a while for pills to kick in and I don't think people should have to be miserable while they wait when there's something easy you can do to get some quick relief.

(*I added more bullet points to the second method because the wall of text was a little hard to read.)

[dizzyinspace]

Road Trip Emeto Senarios

I've been stuck in a car for about 17 hours, and naturally, that's got my mind running.

Motion sickness is a classic one. Someone is just a little too hot and a little too cramped in the car, and they start feeling dizzy. They try and crack a window, and it helps for a little. But eventually, the nausea returns stronger. The road is hilly and bumpy and miserable. " 'm not feeling...very- hurk-" By the time they need to tell someone to pull over, they already have their hands over their mouth, puke seeping through their fingers and onto their lap.

Eating something that doesn't agree with them. That gas station food didn't look that bad, but who know how long it's been sitting there. It starts with a rumble in their stomach that they try to ignore. It gets more and more noisy. The other people in the car tease them about it. And they try and laugh it off, but their stomach is really starting to hurt. They burp a few times while adjusting the seat belt, trying to relieve pressure on their bloated stomach. It's painfully cramping almost constantly now. "Guys...that food isn't sitting right..." They admit eventually. The car pulls over and they vomit all over the side of the road. They spent the rest of the ride pale and shaky. They keep a bag hooked around their ears because they can't stop pulling over every few minutes. Bonus points if it's the same bag they ate out of.

Heat sickness is also a good one. A group has been planning a summer break trip. But they car they're going to take has it's AC break around half an hour into the trip. They're too far to go back and use someone else's, so they stick it out. Eventually, the heat starts to get to someone. Their sweat is sticky, and the heat is suffocating. There are too many bodies and bags packed into the car. All the windows are down, but it barely makes a difference. There's no warning when someone in the backseat spews all over themselves. The heat makes the smell unbearable, and it sets off the rest of the people in the car.

If anyone has any more scenarios, I'd love to hear them

[foreverlittlesoshi]

about damn time

noah sebastian x reader

content warning: pregnancy and fluff

word count: 921

once getting back home from the maldives, you noticed a few red flags but decided to ignore them. probably from still riding on the high of finally marrying noah and how perfectly amazing the honeymoon was, even after making the big decision to finally have a kid. time had slipped away from you that you weren’t even thinking about once getting back home since you both had work to get back to, mainly noah having to prepare to go back on tour in australia. 

at first it was nausea but no puking along with a fever so you thought you caught a stomach bug and decided that it would pass soon so no need to make a big deal of it. next thing was extreme fatigue, like more than usual. it felt like no matter how much you slept even after being up for just a few minutes, exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks. the next few symptoms just felt like what happens before a period. sore & swollen breasts, moodswings, cramps, bloating and small break out of acne.

the thought of something being wrong didn’t hit you until your sense of smell heightened and no matter how much you scrubbed and scrubbed around the house, you somehow found something else that needed to be cleaned the next day. then you started having an intense craving for sushi, which you didn’t even care for since seafood and when you finally got it, you thought you were gonna die from pure happiness. you didn’t even notice how much you were going to the bathroom until noah had pointed it out.

“babe, are you okay?” he asks as you walk back into the room.

“yeah, why do you ask?” you retorted back confused and he shrugged.

“that’s like the 6th time you’ve peed in the last 30 minutes.” noah then informed you.

“i probably just drank too much water.” you say brushing it off.

it was late one night when you finally realized that your period was late, but you chalked it up to the fact that your period had a mind of its own and would come eventually. the cramps were still happening and your breasts were still swollen & tender so it had to come soon or maybe this was a rare month you would just miss it. so you just went on with your life, living it pretty normal though the cramps were just starting to annoy you to the point you had to drug yourself with melatonin to sleep at night. 

“are you sure you’re okay?” noah asks with worry so clear in his voice.

“babe, i promise i’m okay. no need to stress yourself out and cancel when you guys have so many fans who’ve been waiting so long to see y’all.” you tell him while running your hand through his hair.

“i just wanna make sure you’re okay. you haven’t been acting like yourself lately which i know you think i haven’t noticed but of course i did. i don’t know if i’ve done something or maybe have been focusing a little too much on the tour but i just want you to know that i’m sorry and i love you.” his words make your heart break while tears gathered on your waterline.

“i love you too but no, you haven’t done anything. i think this depressing ass winter weather is just getting to me too much right now.” he couldn’t control his laughter at that answer, “now, enough sad stuff. let’s watch a comedy before you have to leave me tomorrow.”

-

you couldn’t take it anymore.

you tore the box open quickly as well as the plastic wrap around the test, removing the cap and peeing on the test. once getting enough on the test, you capped it and laid it face down to finish your business. washing your hands felt like ages due to the stress and just focusing your eyes on the test. finally deciding it was time to see, you grabbed the test and flipped it over to reveal the results.

positive.

no, no way. maybe the test is broken. you thought to yourself. you wasted no time rushing down the stairs grabbing your car keys and rushing to go get more tests. 

-

next thing you knew, you had five positive pregnancy tests covering the bathroom counter and questioning how you were able to produce that much pee even with being pregnant. grabbing you phone, you immediately called noah and felt like your nerves were about to explode.

“hi baby!” the sound of noah’s voice made you feel like crying.

“so, i have some news.” “what’s up?”

you felt like time had stopped when the next words left your mouth, “i’m pregnant.”

“oh, thank god. i thought it was bad news.” his answer made you happy but also confused you.

“wait, you’re not mad or upset?” you ask and he just laughs.

“of course not. that’s what we spent the majority of our honeymoon trying for and the only thing i’m upset about is the fact i’m not with you right now.” noah tells you.

“that’s understandable. so maybe you should hurry up and come home.” you then say to him in a serious tone. 

“the first chance i get, i will. i promise.” “you better.” and the sound of his laughter was so precious.

“i have to go, baby but i’ll text you later. i love you.” he then says which made you whine.

“okay, i love you too.” 

an - so fun fact, this is actually based on real life because i found out last week that i'm pregnant and these were my actual symptoms. so yeah, my time for writing may be more slim now since i have many things to do before september and i will have to be working way more now

also thank you for all the support! i love you guys! 💖

[feedeelover-roleplayer]

EATING UNTIL NAUSEA AND VOMIT FANTASY

Imagine you eating until you’re full, stuffed and bloated, but you can’t burp to get the gas out. I come along and I rub and play with your belly and you get some burps out though they are wet and liquid like. One of the burps you cover your mouth so some of the coke you drank doesn’t come back up😉. I don’t notice and I keep playing and shaking your belly as you moan nauseously gagging to keep the food and drinks down. Your burps make it more and more obvious that you’re not feeling well, I notice and get a trash bag though I continue to play and poke your round bloated belly. Eventually the food makes it to your throat as you cover your mouth knowing one more burp will cause you to lose all the food you’ve eaten. You try your best to keep everything down until I make the mistake and press down on your belly a bit too hard, you burp once and it almost comes up. I move out the way and put the trash bag over your mouth. You burp a second time this time a bit of saliva and chunks come out but nothing much, your belly is in so much pain that atp you just want it to come back up to relieve the pain though it doesn’t. I then continue playing and poking at your belly until you pat me to move out of the way as I’ve shaken your belly too hard, and now the food is coming up fr this time. You gag and burp until you finally throw up. It’s loud and burpy after every barf, I pat your back to help you throw it up better as you puke out chicken and beef chunks while also burping. You continue to throw up moaning in relief as you slowly feel better. I then squeeze your belly from behind though you feel something big like your back though you don’t care as it turns you on. You finally finish puking 7 minutes later and your belly empty though you are still burping with hiccups now. I put the trash bag, full of puke to the side and wipe the chunks of vomit of your mouth. You moan and kiss me on the cheek as I order more food for you to try again. Hopefully you can keep it down this time because I’m gonna play with your belly the exact same once you’re full🫣😩.

[fullburpingandrooling]

I haven’t stopped eating since I woke up this morning at eight something. God it’s getting kinda tight right now, I wonder how many beers I can handle swollen up like this?

[tummieaching]

From the other day ♡ I had thought that this audio didn't save after I recorded it, which was such a waste of a really nauseous puke ... but I just found it in my files ♡

I've been having an issue recently with motion sickness because of a medication I'm taking ... I finally puked while driving because of it ♡ I could feel my tummy getting really upset while I was driving and my burps got more and more wet and uncomfortable ... I was wearing tight pants that were already uncomfortable when I was sitting, but my bloated belly made them even tighter, I thought rubbing it a little while I was driving would help, but no ... I almost puked in my lap, but luckily I was able to pull into a parking lot, quickly empty a grocery bag and puke into it to give my belly some relief ♡ I was there for a good while ... the smell of it was making me nauseous, so when I felt like I was finished puking, I had to open the car door and dump my puke out onto the pavement ... I spent some time after laying down in my car seat and burping some nausea away but I puked up a tiny bit in my mouth and into my lap ... and I saw the barf splatter on the ground as I drove away ...

[queasybellyprincess00]

dream date

We drive around the city, going to every drive through in a 2 mile radius. You have to order a large combo from every restaurant and we can’t leave the parking lot until you’ve finished the entire thing, including the drink. If that means you have to puke in the parking lot of the restaurant halfway through your meal and keep eating so be it. And since you’re driving, you have to order the meals. I want you stuffed with four full take out meals, in the drive thru ordering more, the smell of the grease and knowledge everything you’re ordering is going into your already engorged stomach making you even more sick. Ideally you puke at least three times during our trip, with maybe a big soda bloat at the end to help everything up.

speaking of soda, how’s that bladder feeling after three large pops? Four? Bet you’re starting to get tight down there. Hold it. Let your aching bladder distract you from your nauseous stomach and vice versa.

[tummyachesandchocolatecakes]

Stomach Bug- Part 2

Jay knew from the moment he'd decided to stay with Jessie 3 days ago that this was coming. When he'd called Hope to see if she could uber home so he could stay and take care of Jessie, because the guy has absolutely no idea how to look after himself when sick, and had stayed the night. He knew from the amount of sick he'd cleaned up and been exposed to, he knew from the amount of physical contact he'd had with Jessie over those hellish 24 hours of stomach flu, that he would be next. And he'd told himself he didn't care. That being there for his best friend was more important than the possibility of catching it himself. Now he was regretting every decision he'd made that day. He knew from the moment hed opened his eyes that morning that his time had come. The waves of nausea, cold sweats and body aches being enough of a warning that he'd phoned in sick and then promptly forced himself to go back to sleep, hoping that if he slept just long enough he'd sleep through all of the illness.

And thats how he found himself 3 hours later laying on the bathroom floor. His stomach rolled and churned as he shivered, arms firmly wrapped around his middle, as if physically holding himself would stop the inevitable vomiting. He'd held out this long, maybe he could avoid throwing up completely.

"Jay, I really do think you should move back to the bed. You'd be so much more comfortable." Ah yes, Hope. She'd taken one look at him this morning and taken a work from home day. She was currently sat beside him on the bathroom floor, laptop on her lap as she typed away with one hand and traced her fingers up and down his arm with the other.

He momentarily thought about her suggestion, but the nausea peaked at just the thought of any movement and he swallowed thickly. "No." The single word was the most he was willing to try and say as the nausea continued to threaten to overpower him.

Hope sighed but said nothing else, simply moved her hand from his arm to his forehead. "You're still feverish" she said softly, stroking his cheek gently.

"Mmm" Jay hummed, not trusting himself to open his mouth as another crescendo of nausea flooded through him. This time it felt different. Urgent. He pulled himself up and hung his head over the toilet, allowing saliva to dribble out of his mouth. His stomach rolled and contracted unpleasantly.

Hope didn't move from her seated position beside him, they'd been through this routine a few times already but it never actually ended in vomiting so she kept typing. She did move slightly closer and run her hand over his back though, which brought some small comfort to Jay.

He gagged, more saliva spilling out of his mouth, but the second gag finally broke the flood gates. A thick stream of vomit exploded out of his mouth and into the toilet bowl.

"Oh shit, okay you're actually puking this time" he heard Hope say. "Let it up baby, I've got you."

He felt her move closer, one hand rubbing his back firmly whilst her other moved over his contracting stomach. Another heave racked through his body as he brought up more chunky vomit over and over again. He could hear Hope mumbling reassurances but his ears were ringing so loud he couldn't work out the actual words. His stomach clenched and churned as more vomit ejected out of him forcefully and he gripped onto the toilet seat for dear life, knuckles white. A few more gags brought up a little more puke before Jay collapsed back into Hope's arms with a whine. His stomach didn't feel any better, it ached and sloshed sickly, feeling stupidly bloated against his pyjama pants.

"I've got you." Hope hummed soothingly as she flushed the toilet then wiped his mouth with the nearby hand towel. Jay laid into her more heavily, his stomach still feeling like a washing machine. He was far too hot, but shivering as if he was freezing. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, hoping to quell the nausea, but it didn't help. He felt something cold on his head and whimpered at the chill, trying to pull away.

"No, you're feverish, keep the cloth on" he heard Hope say softly. He groaned but did as she said, too exhausted to argue.

No more than 5 minutes later his stomach lurched again and he flung himself forward and over the toilet, heaving up more vomit. He couldn't stop, he heaved for what felt like forever. The thick streams of vomit slowly reducing to disgusting stomach bile. The only thing keeping him grounded was the hand rubbing his back in rhytmhic circles. Eventually the heaves became dry, racking his body. His ribs hurt, his stomach hurt, his head hurt. But he couldn't stop heaving.

"Darling you're done, you're empty. Breathe"

Logically, he knew this. He knew he was empty. But the heaving didn't stop. His ears were ringing, his head was spinning. He couldn't breathe between heaves, his chest tightened and his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. He clutched one hand to his chest, clawing at it until he felt smooth fingers wrap around his wrist and tug his hand away.

"Jay, you're panicking. You're okay. You can breathe." He felt Hope pull at him so he was no longer leaning over the toilet but looking at her. He whimpered, trying to pull back and lean over to toilet bowl again, because like fuck was he going to throw up on Hope, but her tight grip mixed with his weakened state meant he was stuck.

"Jay. Stop fighting me." Her hands cupped his face and held him, despite the fact he was now literally dry heaving in her face. "Breathe in. Like me."

He tried, managing a short, shallow breath between heaves.

"Good. Again." Hope's voice was soft but firm, and exactly what he needed. As she always was. He managed a longer breath, holding the heaving at bay for almost a solid five seconds this time.

They repeated this exercise until the heaves stopped and he was breathing more evenly. Still a little ragged and fast, but he no longer felt starved of oxygen.

"There, see, you're okay. I've got you. Always." Hope whispered softly as she pulled him close into her. Jay instantly relaxed into her embrace, allowing himself to lean his weight against her with his head in the crook of her neck. He breathed in her scent, grounding him further. The only issue with this, is that now he was able to think a little more clearly. And he was mortified.

"I'm so sorry" he whimpered, "you don't deserve this." He tried to pull away, allow her to get back her work and sort himself out alone, but her grip remained firm.

"Will you ever stop apologising for getting sick? It happens to everyone. It's fine. Just let me take care of you."

"I don't want to get you sick too" he mumbled into her shoulder weakly, the exhaustion of the vomiting kicking in as he slumped into her more.

He heard her laugh, "Jay I think it's way too late to worry about that."

He felt her hand make its way to his hair, soothing strokes both with the purpose of comfort and getting it off of his sweat drenched forehead. God he loved this woman.

"Right, come on, let's get you to bed. Give it like 30 minutes and we'll get some water into you. And don't argue."

His argument died on his lips before he'd even formed a coherent sentence as to why he should be left on the bathroom floor. With minimal effort on his part, and maximum on Hope's, they navigated their way back into the bedroom. By the time he was in bed, his head was spinning and he wasn't sure which way was up. He whimpered as he felt Hope move away.

"I'm just here." Her soft voice came from beside him as he heard a clunk of something being placed on the ground. "Trash can is beside you. I'm going to go and get some water and another cold cloth. I'll be two minutes."

Jay lay there, world spinning like a fairground ride despite his eyes being firmly forced closed. His stomach was churning and bubbling unhappily, still bloated and tender, but less nauseous. He lay there, still as a statue to keep the nausea from returning, until he felt the bed dip beside him and the beautiful relief of a cold cloth over his forehead and eyes. He sighed at the sensation. Then a warm hand snaked over his stomach, soothing and gentle, rubbing circles over his turbulent stomach.

"You're a Goddamn Goddess Hope." He mumbled sleepily as the exhaustion fully engulfed him and he started to drift to sleep.

"Yeah yeah, tell me again when the fever breaks."

[writing-whump]

Routinely nauseous

After some time a proper emeto no-plot fic. Isaiah is sick with Matt caretaker.

Isaiah let go of the rim of the toilet only with great difficulty, his fingers curled up around the cold porcelain like claws.

Matthew eased his away from it though and Isaiah promptly collapsed on the floor on fresh folded towel waiting for him on top of the carpet.

Matthew sat cross-legged next to him like they were having some kind of weird pyjama party. He moved with such ease, like he had done this a million times. And Isaiah supposed he had.

"Is this from exhaustion? I knew you were taking on too much-"

Isaiah coughed and curled up around his aching stomach. "Nonsense. There is plenty of other stuff to choose from." He muffled a burp against the towel under his cheek. "Skipped a meal in the morning, dozed off after lunch in the study room and don't forget the weather is changing..."

Matthew gave him an unhappy pat on the arm. Isaiah squeezed his eyes shut against a new wave of nausea. They were rolling through him since midday, the effect of the heart medication worsened by not eating.

He had been doing pretty fine the last month. Almost a proper schedule, law studies, wolf meets and random patrols, training Rip, talking normally with both Matt and Sel...he wanted to appreciate small mercies of being back in shape, except apparently he couldn't.

"It always come back for some incredibly mundane stupid reason..." Isaiah grumbled under his breath, somewhere between resignation and frustrated anger.

His stomach let out a long whine that caused him to wince, gulping the excessive saliva pooling in his mouth. Which was weird, because his tongue tasted dry and horrible, like he was eating clay.

"You are holding up really well, Zaya. It's fine." Matt rubbed his arm in a soothing way that was just underlining to Isaiah how abnormal it all was.

"Just awesome," Isaiah said sarcastically. "Went almost a month without puking. New record."

"Nobody else even noticed. They all seemed to have forgotten, in fact." Matt said it with a grunt, like he expected better of Hector and Arnie.

Isaiah was glad everything was normal on that front though. He spend the weekend with them touring whatever hills there were around Vienna to tour. They treated him fairly, no concerns, no special considerations.

He was immensely glad nothing about his condition reminded them of it. Even if Arnie watched him like a hawk and Hector tried to kinda of leave the topic hanging open in the air, they didn't actually dare to address it, so he was doing well enough.

Except this stupid Monday morning. He got used to the nauseous effects of the meds, but whenever anything in his routine changed—he ate too quickly, skipped a meal or it was too salty or heavy or foreign or his sleep got messed up just a little—his chest would get heavy, which usually led to his digestion process completely stopping.

His stomach was sore, bloated and hard to the touch, currently twisting the remnants of his lunch into confetti he didn't have much hope to hold down either.

Isaiah rubbed at it with distate. Not to mention the tiredness that came with it, he could barely lift his head.

Another angry ripple went through him, echoing with embarrassing loudness through the bathroom.

The slithery disgusting feeling was back around his teeth and he curled his fingers, hiding his face against the towel with a groan.

"Zaya? How is it going down there?"

"God, don't ask."

Matthew sighed. "Come on, up with you. You will feel better once you puke it up."

"Nothing about puking makes me feel better," Isaiah complained, but let Matt slid his hands under his back and prop him up against the toilet.

He was aware he was rather whiny today, but the constant worried frustration with the state of his body that wasn't coming back together like it was, that reacted differently, that disappointed him when it used to hold him up...

He braced himself against the toilet rim, letting some drool hang from his lips. What a sight he must have made.

The next ripple was downright painful, gnawing and he hang his head as a bubble of air forced its way up. He gagged emptily, a shiver running up his spine.

"Are you cold?" Matt rubbed his back with one hand while holding him up by the shoulder with the other.

"Just nauseous. Getting bad again," Isaiah said through gritted teeth, shutting his eyes. The wave started in the pit of his stomach and slithered through him with a powerful cramp.

He heaved with the force, gagging as a few mouthfuls of spit surged out. So much trouble for such meager results.

But the nausea was still rising, so it wasn't the end for sure.

Isaiah shivered again, gagging emptily at the wavy sensation, wrapping a hand around his stomach where it cramped up the most. His heartbeat was in his ears again, chest heavy and he had that shaky feeling in his hands.

"Shhhh. Almost over. Just get the rest up and you will get a break."

"You know something I don't?" Isaiah mouthed, spitting up but he couldn't seem to force the next wave to come. Or end. Or just move. This stuck in state was horrible.

Matthew shuffled behind him so he could wrap an arm around his chest. His hand landed in the middle of Isaiah's back, tense and ready. "On three, okay? One. Two. Three."

He gave Isaiah's back a strong decisive pat and it seemed to be the spike needed.

Isaiah heaved, whole body rolling as a thick wave of vomit came out. Another and another, leaving him breathless and dizzy from the force, having to brace himself against the rim with both hands to keep his balance.

It felt beyond humiliating to be heaving and gagging in Matthew's hold like that, but when it temprered off, he sagged against the red wolf's chest like a ragdoll.

"There you go. Good job. It will get only better now."

Isaiah let him ease him against his lap, content to curl up against Matthew's tight. He was shivering, so Matt grabbed another towel to throw over him like a blanket.

"I'm so tired of this," Isaiah said, downright pitiful and pitying himself, which he hated but had no strength to fight at the moment.

Matt said nothing, cradling his head in his lap. He took the edge of the blanket-towel and mopped at Isaiah's sweaty forehead, freeing the bangs plastered against the skin.

Isaiah sighed, the most content sound of the evening and let the gravity pull his control and tension apart. Completely boneless in Matthew's grip, relieved as the nausea finally eased.

[xheykyjx]

okay, but...

picture this: you're hanging out with your crush. you're friends, getting closer and closer by the day, spending a lot more time together. you're at a point in the friendship where you generally feel very comfortable around them, but you haven't necessarily been vulnerable.

you're in their car, driving somewhere--the park, a coffee shop, a bookstore; it doesn't matter--and it's just the two of you. you're in the passenger seat, of course, because it would be a little odd for your crush to drive while you just sat in the back. plus, as all your friends are well aware, you are incredibly susceptible to carsickness, or motion sickness of any kind.

it's been a good day, if a little... off. you tried for breakfast earlier, something small--a banana with some peanut butter, maybe--but it left you feeling strangely full and vaguely queasy. when lunch rolled around, you'd decided to eat something even though you weren't very hungry, just a small salad with some chicken tenders. but that didn't settle well, either. you'd returned to your dorm feeling somewhat dejected and much more nauseous than earlier, and had spent an hour or so laying with a heating pad in bed, doomscrolling on social media. and now you're here, in the car with your crush. and with each minute that passes by, you feel worse and worse.

~graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting under the cut!~

"are you okay?" your crush asks, startling you from your thoughts. you realize you have a hand on your belly, resting firmly against the upper part where you still feel so full and gross. you have half a mind to be embarrassed of it, but your tummy is so tight and bloated, and it's starting to hurt, so you don't bother moving your hand. your stomach has been burbling steadily for the past few minutes, the movement of the car and start-and-stop of traffic only making your nausea worse. god, you really hope you don't throw up.

"no, yeah, i'm good!" you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. but your crush turns their head, looks you straight in the face for a second before looking you up and down. you don't miss the way their gaze lingers a little on your hand, still protectively resting on your middle.

"are you sure?" they press. they keep glancing back and forth from you to the traffic ahead as things finally start moving again. "we don't have to go, if you don't want to." and then you're both lurching forward in your seats as they slam on the breaks to keep from rear-ending the car that just cut you off.

"shit, sorry," your crush is saying, but you barely register it. the basic laws of physics have officially fucked you over, and the force of your body against the seatbelt has sent the heaviness in your upper belly up to your chest. you swallow convulsively, breaking out in a cold sweat before flashing burning-hot. your legs are shaking, and a phantom finger is pressing relentlessly against the underside of your chin. the saliva pooling in your mouth has a faint bitterness to it.

"are you--?" your crush doesn't even finish the question. "fuck, hold on, um--" you'd almost forgotten where you are. quickly, they twist in their seat, rooting around in the back footwell for something. "i think i've got a bag, just hold on--" a sharp hiccup surprises you, followed closely by a tiny burp. your throat feels tight, swollen, somehow, and your belly jumps with a sudden gag.

there's a rustling sound, incredibly loud in the confines of the car, and then a plastic grocery bag is being thrust at you. "here, here, here," your crush rushes, holding the bag in front of your face. "i'm sorry, i'd pull over, but--" you gag again. your arms have started shaking, too, and you feel frozen. there's no way this is happening. there's no fucking way you're about to puke in your crush's car, in front of them. in front of them. tears prickle unwittingly at your eyes, humiliating you further. you must be coming off as such a fucking baby.

"just--here--" your hands are being guided to hold the handles of the bag. your palms are slick with sweat, and the bag trembles in your grasp. you suck in a panicked breath that comes out as a whimper. your stomach is rolling violently, so bad that your vision is almost swimming. you can't tell if the car is moving again or not as you keep taking in hiccuping breaths, choking down the hot nausea on the back of your tongue.

"'m sorry," you manage, voice thick around the strain of your impending sickness. "i didn't--'m so sorry." and then your back curls with a deep retch that comes from the pit of your stomach, and you can't breathe around the thickness rising in your throat, making you gag again. "oh, g--"

and then you're spitting a mouthful of foamy sick into the bag, throat spasming around another heave. your crush is swearing from the driver's seat, but you can't make out the words over the next retch. a heavy torrent of vomit splatters into the bag, almost dragging it out of your weak fingers. it's thick and chunky and burning hot, and you can still feel some of it stuck up against the backs of your teeth, under your tongue. your disgust mingles with the now all-encompassing nausea and you retch so hard, your muscles cramp. there's more coming, you know there is, you can feel it, but it won't budge, stuck below your sternum as a hard lump you can feel with your hand. you don't think you've digested anything you've eaten in the last 24 hours. fuck, it hurts.

"okay, it's okay..." suddenly, there's a hand on your back. you startle, choking on the copious amount of spit in your mouth, leaving you coughing and choking over the grocery bag. there's some awkward maneuvering, and then your seatbelt has been undone, your crush quickly situating you so that it's out of your way. you only feel marginally better without it. you want to hold your tummy, rub it up and down in some pitiful attempt to comfort yourself. but the flimsy grocery bag is already sagging something awful in your hands, and you're afraid that if you let go of one side it'll spill everywhere.

"is... are--are you done?" your crush asks haltingly. their hand on your back is hesitant but immensely comforting, and you find yourself leaning back into it. your nose is running and your belly is really hurting, and you don't think you're done throwing up for the day. but for the moment, you don't feel anything else threatening to come up, so you sniffle and bring the handles of the bag together to tie it shut.

"yeah," you mumble, voice hoarse. you don't even know what to say. you feel terrible, both physically and mentally. you can't believe that just fucking happened. how did you let that fucking happen?

your crush starts rubbing your back, just a little, these tiny circles between your shoulder blades, and you deflate. "you just wanna go back home?" they ask, and you nod, staring at the floor, holding the soiled grocery bag awkwardly in front of you. worst saturday ever.

[butterfliesornauseous]

Emeto this or that part two

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

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emeto this or that part 1

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’?

[bellysoupset]

that jonah burping leo drabble was so good omg. maybe in that same vein jonah accidentally burping super loud in the dark and scaring the absolute piss out of leo who isn’t expecting it lol

Oh my god, two leo/jon mini fics in a row? I feel like y'all are taking advantage of my sleep deprived state. Alassss:

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Jonah woke up with a groan. He frowned as he opened his eyes and the room was still dark, trying to figure out why he was awake- His stomach let out a gurgle, so loud that Jon's eyes immediately darted to the lump that was Leo curled up under the covers.

He grimaced, sitting up on the bed and rubbed at his face, finally becoming fully aware of his body. He had had dinner at the hospital, arriving so late that Leo was already asleep, and now the pasta was churning inside of him painfully.

Jonah pressed a hand to his belly, groaning as a burp rolled up. It tasted like dinner and caused his spine to curl with revulsion. Feeling more than a little indigested, Jon stumbled up and to the bathroom.

His sat on the toilet for a while, hoping it'd help at all, but truth was nothing seemed to be digesting and all that it caused was his ass to get cold. Frustrated, Jonah got up once again, splashing some cold water on his face. His reflection was gray, nausea pulling down the corners of his lips.

Leo let out a soft snore, squirming on the bed and Jonah curled up under the blankets. He wanted to lie down, but there was a horrible burning on the back of his throat and he was scared of doing so and ending up being sick...

His boyfriend instinctively moved closer, throwing a leg over Jon's... And a heavy arm around his middle.

Like he had just been punched, Jonah's hand darted to his mouth to hold back to wave of vomit, but instead what forced up his throat was a deafening burp.

So long and so loud that he felt his belly deflate and his head swim with the lack of oxygen-

"What. The. FUCK!?" Leo exclaimed, startling Jonah. He was sitting up now, hair sticking out everywhere and clutching his chest, "Holy FUCK, Jonah, I thought someone had broken down our door- Jesus!"

Jonah groaned, hanging his head in shame, and brought up another little burp, "Sorry-" his voice came up weird, "don't feel well..."

"No shit, Jon," Leo scoffed, more than a little sharp as he had just been woken up with a canon shot. He collapsed on the pillows, then plated a hand on Jonah's back, "hey, c'mere, angel-"

"No," Jonah shook his head, "gonna throw up."

"I don't care," Leo promised him, tugging on the back of his shirt and letting out a whistle as Jonah's belly let out an audible upset gurgle, "that can't feel good..."

"Feels amazing actually," Jonah answered, equally as sarcastic. He pressed a hand to the side of his bloated belly, fingers pressing against the bubbles and coaxing up another wet burp, "it's not helping."

"Babe, come here," Leo pulled him closer, "let me rub your tummy. I promise you won't regret it."

Jonah let out a snort, curling against Leo, "yeah, I won't, but you might. I feel like I'm gonna puke... But all that comes up is air."

"Wouldn't be the first time you got sick on my lap," Leo said and Jonah could tell he was smiling, "as long as your tummy feels better."

Jon let out a tired sigh, eyes slipping closed as he felt Leo's hand on his belly, "fine."

"Fine? You'll allow me to take care of you?" Leo teased him, rubbing his back and working up a little burp, "your royal highness."

"Please," Jonah mumbled, muffling a burp in his hand, "please, can I have a tummy rub?"

Leo's voice softened and he kissed Jonah's temple, squeezing him closer, "of course angel, let's hope you don't get sick. Move up your shirt."