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lately obsessed with the thought of a sickie vomiting on the caretaker who's holding them
maybe they were that deep in denial about needing to puke and it comes on too quickly to move away
maybe they've already been sick a lot and the caretaker thinks the sickie must be empty so they don't bother moving when the next wave comes on
maybe they've finally managed to drink some water and the caretaker is trying to talk them through the rising nausea so they can keep it down
either way they're curled up in the caretaker's arms, held close to their chest, head resting on their shoulder, and maybe the caretaker had the foresight to bring a bucket but it's just out of reach when the moment comes and the sickie ends up puking helplessly against the caretaker's shoulder or chest while the caretaker keeps holding them and assuring them it's fine, just get it out, don't worry about it
such a big fan of medical exams on people with sick tummies. yes, tell me all of your symptoms, how long you’ve had them for. have you been throwing up? diarrhea? poor thing. lay down, let me look at your belly. where does it hurt the most? im going to palpate, but i’ll leave where it hurts worst for last. oh, you’re tender all over, aren’t you? i can feel you tensing under my hand. i can feel it gurgling and churning away in there. you’re feeling very sick, aren’t you? i’ll get you taken care of, don’t worry
Thinking about different puking styles
Sickie that throws up easily, getting everything up in 3-4 massive waves of vomit
Sickie that can only get up a little at a time, puking up mouthfuls a in quick succession, easily vomiting 5, 10, 15 times in a row, hardly getting time to breathe
Sickie that gets nauseous very suddenly and has to urgently run to the bathroom, not always making it before they vomit on the floor
Sickie that always struggles to puke, dealing with hours of awful nausea and unproductive gagging before they can finally get relief
Sickie that coughs and coughs until they cough up a wave of sick. Choking after every time they retch or vomit
Sickie that burps a lot, patting their back to help them burp up the trapped air, until they start to gag. Long, wet burps turning into streams of vomit
Sickie that vomits so violently that they get dizzy, see spots, and often faint from the exertion
Sickie that gags and vomits weakly and quietly, exhausted and barely awake
Sickie that can't help puking loudly, their retching and moaning clearly audible even with the door shut and the tap running
Sickie that's afraid to throw up, crying and shaking when they feel queasy, squeezing your hand when they pant and heave into the toilet bowl
Reblog if you love boobs and hate ICE
Last night I got a little greedy and ordered more than I could handle. I'd been snacking on and off all day, mostly soft foods like baked goods. I had been drinking for a little bit too and really had a craving for this mexican place in my town. I was feeling a little excessive and got a chimichanga (deep fried burrito) with tomatoes, and cheese sauce all over it. The burrito itself is huge, but the dinner I ordered comes with a side of rice and a side of beans that also had cheese on it, as well as some chips. I was naughty and snacked a little bit more while I waited for my delivery to arrive.
I love this meal, but about halfway through I started to feel really full. It doesn't reheat well, though, so I pushed through. I grabbed another drink and rallied on. By the time I was finished, my stomach felt rock hard and I couldn't lay back without uneasy, nauseous burps. I was feeling a little off, I definitely knew I was pushing it. I stood to get another drink, hoping that a little movement would help. Standing helped a little bit. I was able to burp and release some gas. I took small sips of my drink and controlled my breathing. I decided that I might try going outside for a smoke, hoping that would help me forget how full I was and help me control my breathing.
Fuck, was I wrong. One hit gone wrong and I started coughing. My stomach was so full, each cough got closer and closer to a heave. I was able to quell the pain in my throat with a few sips of my drink, but things weren't settling well. I felt so bloated, my stomach was groaning under my palm, chastising me for thinking I could eat five pounds of fried meat and cheese in one sitting. To be safe, I returned to my bathroom, leaning against the wall in front of my toilet while I groaned and tried to settle my stomach.
Was feeling a little nauseous but I couldn't get anything up. Drank a warm glass of water and things got a little projectile
mhm the burps so hot :3
Part 1 ( had to trim the first recording I got into three parts because I was having a hard time posting it)
I didn't have much of an appetite all day, but I when I came home from work, I thought it would be a good idea to try to get some supper in me. I made a packet of ramen and felt so full after eating it... I knew I made the wrong choice. A little over an hour later it all came back up again. I was so sick, throwing up into a bread bag. And it just kept coming to! By the second and third part I kept trying to move to stop the recording but every little motion started me throwing up again. I think you can tell how exhausted my body was getting towards the end of it.
sickies scream-crying in their caretaker's arms until their throat is completely fucked and their voice is lost, followed by them suddenly falling fast asleep
yeah that's it thanks guys
imagine a cute sickie. you're holding their too-hot body on your lap, laid back on the couch. they shift a little, hands clutching their bloated belly in obvious discomfort.
"oh, poor baby. feeling sick again?" you kiss their forehead as you lean to grab a bucket.
sickie doesn't dare to nod, just staring forward with intense concentraction. "y-yeah, a little bit...." they sit up and a gag catches in their throat.
"oh...it's okay, i got you." you help sit them up as they quietly gag again, soft little tongue shooting out and dripping saliva into the bucket.
"ah...ugghh......my stomach feels g-gross..."
"shhh, shhh." you rub their swollen belly, feeling it gurgle and clench under your hands. "you'll feel so much better once you get it all up."
"ahh.....hhhrggh!" they gag again, heaving over, but nothing came up.
"you can do it baby, get it up. it's okay." you encourage them.
finally a thin retch manages to bring up a spurt of hot stomach contents spattering into the bucket. they gasp and spit.
"ohhh, that's good. good job. come on now," you can see their throat bobbing and you press a little harder on their stomach.
"HuuRRRRRGHHHH!" they let go a thick gush of puke. A breath, a whimper, and then they burped up another stream.
"you're doing so good," you pat them on the back and help them wipe their lips off. "do you think you need to be sick some more?"
"i--" they burp behind a hand, trying to control their nausea. the relief that came from vomiting was starting to fade. "i think i'm do-- uurrrp!" they can't help but belch again, and it turns into a wet gag.
"easy,easy. looks like you got a little more to go, huh?" you press your thumbs into their lower belly and hear it whine and gurgle. they gag again, a cute rounded O-shaped mouth with soft tongue shooting out.
you kiss them. "alright, one more for me.you'll feel better, promise. you can give me one more."
"i....hhhnnnn...." they try to hold back the tidal wave, but the smell of vomit in the bucket pushes them over the edge. a cough turns into a sputtering gush of liquid, all over their face and chest and your legs. "I- I'm sor -- uurrhhhlp!"
you sigh, pressed against their undulating stomach as you hold the bucket still. "that's okay, that's okay. you're doing so good baby."
they look so miserable, you put the bucket aside and take them in your arms.
"but i'm-" they burp thickly and swallow bwfore continuing. "i still feel sick, i don't wanna make a mess on you...."
"shhh, baby its okay. you just relax." you pet their hair, speaking quietly and soothingly. even when their body jerks in a heave again, you don't recoil.
"i'm sorry, i....guhh. ohh, i don't thin-" they burped again and it turned wet halfway through. you feel warmth spread down your front as your little sickie can't help but spew into your shirt.
you rub their back and scoot your middle closer to their churning stomach. it coaxes another heave out of them and a gush of vomit. you sigh again. "that's alright baby, get it all out...."
Nausea Tropes I’m in Love With
• When the whumpee is vomiting and hunched over the toilet, but uses one hand to point to the whumper, or to direct the whumper to get something that they need.
• When the whumpee is coughing so hard to the point of a gag reflex, that eventually leads to vomiting.
• When the whumpee vomits into their hands, cause prior they were already covering their mouth.
• When the whumpee throws up mid-sentence, like they were trying to keep talking or explaining whatever it was before they got sick.
• When a whumpee is trying to speak, but then just keeps gagging in between words.
• When a whumpee thinks they are done vomiting, but their body says otherwise and they continue puking…
• When the nausea builds for a long time. The dry swallowing, gulping, breaking into a cold sweat, and then finally hits hard.
→ Bonus for audible stomach gurgling.
• When the whumpee apologizes between heaves and retches.
→ “I’m sorry, I can’t-ugh-’m sorry…”
• When they’re feverish and confused, and don’t even realize they’re sick until they’re throwing up.
• When the whumpee gags just at the smell of food or something nearby, showing how raw their stomach is.
a gentle “you don’t look well ..” trailing off into a “woah, hey, hey-“ as they lurch forward to steady, or perhaps catch, a most definitely sick character.
what if i learned to edit audio purely so i can make audios of my fav characters puking...
what do you mean the character has a canon mommy kink and there are no fics of him being put in diapers and babied? 🤨
Being a mommy without a little is so hard.. Wdym there’s no cute little waiting at home for me that I can put in a big, thick diaper and baby all night as soon as I get home?? Where am I meant to put all of this pent up momma energy?!
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