#puke prompts

[jurassicsickfics]

Sickie groaning and shifting over to cuddle caretaker as they announce, "I don't feel so good.."

[defire]

Sounds--Grunts

whumpee is told to stop screaming "Gmmm"

wound is pressed "uhofhck--"

Shocked "huh!" from being slapped

Swallowed grunt preparing to be cut

gag is tightened too tight, back of throat grunt "uhk"

kicked in the stomach "hLJhh" as air is forced up

Thrown to the floor "UNnh"

Grunted sobs after puking

[qoldenskies]

i say this with a lot of sorrow and grief in my heart but i might drop the idea of finishing and doing a cc epilogue, i genuinely have been holding it off for so long because i havent come up with enough substance for it to justify its own existence :( i do think cw is a pretty good conclusion on its own, but im still kind of upset with myself for being so uncreative with the fluff .... im really sorry

[biblicallyaccuratestiles]

SCOTT: "Dude, you don't look so good. Are you sure you should be here right now?"

STILES: "I'll have you know I haven't puked once in the last 57 minutes—I'm basically cured."

[rosie321go]

Okay, so I just had the most horrible thought—

It’s post snap. Tony is sitting in his workshop, and all he can see is Peter; he’s in the broken pieces of wire, in the stain on the pristine white floor that never actually came out, he’s in the projects left forever abandoned to time on the counter.

And Tony, Tony just…can’t do it. He leaves the workshop and doesn’t enter it for weeks. Until one day, he goes in there, sets up his helmet, and begins to record.

It’s a message to Peter, about how he misses him, about all the things he wish he could have done instead. Then he finally starts to work…but he doesn’t turn the recording off. And the habit is born: Tony, working, talking to “Peter” the whole time, recording on.

Maybe it’s false hope. Maybe it’s the last dredges of grief that he doesn’t like to show.

Years pass, and still, some days Tony will pull out the recorder, talk to Peter, and he doesn’t know when he starts to call him his son.

And then Peter comes back.

And Tony’s not there to see him again, there’s not enough time to talk.

(But Peter still finds four years of videos anyway, of exactly that)

NUH UH MAN I can’t do this

[im-feeling-sick]

adding onto those seasick prompts;;

someone who can lay down in the bed bc it makes their nausea worse the rocking and waves are way worse that way.

someone riding a boat through the drakes passage nightmare

someone who didn’t know they get seasick til on the boat

someone who body rejects the seasick medicine ends up puking it up .

ok i was already writing a story with basically the third prompt, but i think i might modify it to include more of yours because these are soo good (especially the first!!) thanks for the inspiration haha, feel free to talk to me more :3

some more prompts:

someone whose partner/caretaker didn't know they got seasick so they planned a boat ride as a holiday - so now sickie has two choices: tell them and be taken care of, or hide it for their partner's comfort and joy on the trip

a normally stoic person becoming seasick and they can't maintain this facade anymore

a character who's not usually seasick laughs off warnings about storms and thinks they'll be fine only to be laid up in bed for the trip

someone who can't get rid of the seasickness as easily and is still dizzy and queasy after alighting on land (reminds me of a time when, after riding a wild amusement park ride that flung the person to their side really high, i felt sick every time i rode the metro for a while because the sideways rocking reminded me of the ride (which i was sick after, lol))

[cepheusgalaxy]

Have we thought about the violation of being bought to life without your consent yet

[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?

[dizzyinspace]

To me, an under appricated situation where a character feels nauseous is when they they absolutely can not throw up. Not actually, but they're in a situation where they have to hold it in. For example:

Someone is putting on an important presentation for a company they work for. They're so nervous about it going well. From the moment they woke up, their stomach was in knots. But they force themselves to eat something, thinking that an empty stomach would make the cramps worse. They find they were very wrong. It's too late, though. They're already setting up the projector when the nausea hits. Through the presentation, they stifle hiccups and burps behind their fist. It gets to the point where every burp brings vomit to their mouths. Every time, they have to swallow the acidic mix back down. It tastes awful, like spoiled coffee and old break. And it only makes them gag again. But they absolutely cannot be sick in front of so many of their bosses. Their reputation would be ruined. Or worse, they would be fired. The anxiety over being sick, ironically, makes things worse. How long can they hold it in before they loose the battle with their sick stomach?

I just love character who have to keep swallowing back their sick. Their cheeks puff up with every heave. They feel awful and heavy and sweaty and shaky. The nausea builds and builds. But they know that if they throw up, it'll just make the situation worse.

[jurassicsickfics]

A is sharing a bed with B, who has a stomach bug. Therefore A is treated to a long night of retching, coughing and burping, way too close for comfort as B is using a bucket in bed instead of getting up

[danafeelingsick]

out of all of the g.enshin men, k.aeya might be the one i'd give the kink™. it just suits him, with how much he talks about drinking wine and how flirty he is.

i just love to imagine him taking a date out for drinks, and of course it wasn't his plan from the start, but what if he accidentally overdid it on the alcohol. then you, his date, would have to, you know, take care of him? hold his hair while he empties his stomach into the tavern's restroom, rubbing his back and holding him so he doesn't fall over or miss the toilet. it seems the booze makes even bolder than what he is usually, the noises he makes are downright shameless, almost like he's overacting them.

he might just let you rub his belly too, whining that his clothes, his corset and leggings, are way too tight, then undoing a button or two. he doesn't miss the way you look at him either. he might lean on you, and let you comfort him after the downright disgusting experience. well, maybe for you. when he's done, he lets you walk him home, resting his head on your shoulders, joking about puking all over you. of course, he has enough control of the situation to not let this happen, even though he is hiccuping and slurring every word. you almost think he might want this to happen~

[ravenwriter16]

DCA prompt!

Found this on @dca-prompts! Sent in by @millenniumproductions : For cannon Sun, Moon, and Eclipse…Them catching a virus that makes them have the same symptoms as a common cold. Here you go!

“Guys?!” Belle calls out, walking up the stairs that lead to the daycare attendants’ room.

She shifts her tool kit to better sit on her shoulder. “You can’t hide forever! You’ve already missed four check-ups!”

when no one answers she lets out a long and tired sigh. Getting to the door, she gives them one more chance.

“either you come out or I’m coming in!”

Nothing…

With another sigh, Belle opens the door and shakes her head.

“I’m just trying to help— WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!”

She gestures wildly to the sight before her.

Sun was crawling weakly on the floor, only a few feet from her. His gears loudly squeaking while he moves.

Eclipse’s mouth was open, black oil with a few bolts fall out of his maw as he pukes into the black puddle beneath him.

Moon was overheating. His body emitting clouds of steam.

All their eyes a shade of pea green.

Belle drops to her knees, taking Sun’s face in her hands. “You poor things!”

“I don’t feel so good~…”Sun whines, nuzzling into her touch.

Belle struggles a bit as she drags Sun back over to their makeshift bed. She places her fazwatch on his head.

All three robots watching as her eyes widen at the line of green coding appearing amongst blue.

“You guys have a virus. One that gives you symptoms of a regular human cold.”

Eclipse moans, puking again. Moon makes grabby hands at Belle.

she gives them all a warm smile. “ Don’t worry guys, I’ve got you…”

Belle helps Sun lay down comfortably, stretching out his legs and moving them around. He whines in pain but Belle shushes him calmly.

“You’re being so good Sunny~.”

Belle puts his feet back down. Turning her attention to Eclipse. She grabs a towel from her tool box and gets on her hand and knees.

she wipes away the excess ‘puke’ from the corners of Eclipse’s mouth. He watches her with wide eyes.

Belle sighs and holds out her arms to him. He weakly crawls into them, whining in discomfort and nuzzling into her chest. She pets his rays while lugging his VERY heavy body over to Sun and Moon.

She sets him down and moves a bucket over with her foot. “Whenever you feel like puking again, you just do it in here. Okay sweetie?”

He slowly nods his head, pulling a pillow to his chest to cuddle with.

“Starlight~!” Moon moans making grabby hands again.

Belle walks over to him putting on her gloves. She touches his head, already feeling his rising heat through her Kevlar gloves.

“Poor baby…” she whispers

She fiddles with her fazwatch feeling her hands cool. Soon they become freezing and she reaches out for moon again.

She cups his face and he sighs as his metal sizzles.

while she cools down Moon, Sun and Eclipse come in behind her and cuddle her tightly. All three of them giving her puppy dog eyes, wanting her to stay.

she sighs, “fine…but after you guys get better, I’m dragging you guys down to parts and services any time you need a check up!”

They all weakly nod their heads. Purring fills the room, a nice and loving background sound to have while caring for robot boyfriends…

Sorry it was short! Hope you enjoyed it!!!

[talamabear]

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?

[blog-moved-lol]

GoreTober Day 26 - Sickness/Puking

Today's Story:

[thesewingmachine]

characters puking down their front, making a mess. getting it in their hair or down their shirt, vomiting through clenched fingers or into their own lap, spit dribbling down their chin…

[nightwolf14292]

GoreTober Day 26 - Sickness/Puking

Today's Story: