sick, pale belly

23 / she/they / pan / emeto, bellies, burping, etc... i love pukey characters so much / minors dni

[estradiol-dyke]

body hair isn't gross and I'm sorry if anyone made u think that

[iwritesickfic]

feverish, achy and miserable guy sleeping on his partner's side of the bed because it smells like them

[pvke-princess]

you get home and find ur love in bed, in the same spot they were when you left. but its been so long?? you've been gone all day?? they're sleeping so soundly, so it must be a nap. you get under the covers with them to softly wake them up and surprise them with you being home. but when you go to run ur fingers through their hair, their forehead is burning. restless under ur touch, they wake up and tell you they don't feel good. it wasn't a nap, they had been there all day.

[pvke-princess]

Hey I know you like boys but you're my favorite blog because everything is so lovey and there's a lot of fever/emeto content and ahhh I really wanna tell someone. Last night my gf got "tummysick" for the first time since we stopped being long distance. It was so hard the couple times she got sick 1,000 miles away so it was such a special experience for me. She squeezed my hand and and would look up at me with scared loving eyes and it was really tender. Today she's told me multiple times about how scared she would've been if I hadn't been there and ahhhh (thank you to listening and for your sweet sweet blog ❤️)

omg omg omg this is the sweetest anon message ive gotten tysm for liking my blog<33 and that is such a dream situation😭😭 the scared loving eyes 🥺 thats the best look to receive im so softtttt

[bellychomped]

Ive lost weight, but the stomach bug I have makes me look pregnant.

[icantstoppuking]

something so hot about waking up to your s/o being all sicky. my bf woke up with a nasty cold the other day & he was so miserable but i was loving it.

[sickstarlight]

Something caused by motion sickness?

He wishes he could lay down, but there’s not enough room with everyone crammed in the back of the truck, and besides, he hates to look so vulnerable in front of them. Instead, he draws his knees up to his chest and rests his head against them, eyes screwed shut as if it’ll help the way each turn and bump in the road makes his stomach lurch.

It’s not that far, he reminds himself, swallowing hard as the truck jolts over a pothole. Just thirty miles to the next town over. He can manage thirty miles.

“You okay?” she asks beside him, resting a hand on his arm.

“Mm,” he says, nodding slightly. He doesn’t dare open his mouth to say more.

Even without looking, he can imagine the concern on her face. “Are you sure?” she asks. “You look a little pale.”

“I’ll be okay,” he mutters, but no sooner has he spoken than the truck takes a sudden hard turn, and he feels his stomach somersault into his throat. “Ugh—“

“Oh,” she says, sweetly dismayed, as he pushes himself upright and turns over the side of the truck bed, just in time to splatter the road with sick instead of his shoes.

[perennialsoft]

someone who’s entirely too sick to be at this formal event, yet still showed up anyway.

that someone constantly ducking out of the circle of conversation to muffle a cough or sneeze. the conversation partners mostly ignoring it, with the occasional polite “bless you.”

the character sneaking into the bathroom when they can’t hold back a fit any longer. locking themself in a stall and letting out heavy, desperate sneezes into a wad of toilet paper. washing their face in the sink to try to grasp some kind of respectability back.

as the night goes on, their head starts to drag. their thoughts are fuzzy and slow. their voice has scratched past the unhealthy side of husky. someone hands them water without them having to ask. someone else passed over a handful of tissues.

at the end of the night they can barely make it to their car. when they climb in and the driver sets off, the character leans against the window and lets the cold glass sooth them to sleep. they don’t wake again until they arrive home, where they’re finally able to take off the formal wear and truly relax.

[tummyfetishgirl-deactivated2023]

i’ve seen so many posts like these and they never fail to do it for me

there’s just something about the tender, simple things you do and say when taking care of a sick lover

i wanna find him in the beginning stages of a brutal stomach flu when he’s complaining about feeling a little dizzy and queasy.

i’ll guide him into our bed and bring him water, telling him not to drink too fast “just in case.”

i want to wake up to him sitting abruptly up in bed. it’s late now, and his stomach has been churning for just long enough. i’ll sit up too and breath with him, run a hand up and down his back, hand him the wastebasket i set by our bed and tell him “shh, baby, you’re okay.”

i want to wipe puke from his lip and let him rest his head on my shoulder between bouts

i want to stop him from apologizing, to murmur reassurance when he moans, to keep him as comfortable as possible

i want to pay attention to his breath and notice when he starts to toss and turn as his stomach prepares to vomit again. “up, sweetheart, get up.”

i want to hold his burning body as he tries to use mine to get warm.“you poor thing, you’re burning up.”

[tummyfetishgirl-deactivated2023]

<<<<guys & girls with deep raspy voices saying things like, “i don’t feel good, i think i’m gonna throw up.”

[maketheworldjiggle-deactivated2]

Pls do another foto with your fat belly 🥵🥴

You can’t make me 😤

[vile-bile-lizard]

"I can't.." "I don't wanna throw up" "It won't come up..." "I don't want to puke anymore"

Emeto just hits different when someone is so whimpery and protesting about how they just can't and don't want to throw up , as if they or anyone else with them has any control over the churning in their stomach. x2 if they've been throwing up and pathetically force out how badly they wish it would stop between heaves.

[vile-bile-lizard]

Give me exhaustion whump...

Give me a poor office worker or student who has been absolutely ran into the ground. Had been flooded with work and deadlines... So they push, fueled by 3 hours of sleep and way too much caffeine for far too many days.

Their stomach and head hurts, they feel like actual hot garbage from all the terrible snack foods and drinks they've been having, they're dizzy and can't focus because their eyes are too worn out. Ugh maybe they're even starting to hallucinate.. Make it so they're so tired... /they can't sleep/ They want to so bad, finally giving in to the heavy tug of exhaustion weighing them down. Fall into bed. Yet.... when they thought they'd be out by the time their head hit the pillow, they're still awake. And as they wait. I get progressively more tired... But sleep never comes..

[terrestrialyarn]

That yearning to have a feverish person use you as a pillow…

[trashytums-deactivated20240202]

Thinking about vampires with hiccups, blushing and holding their overfull stomachs whenever it audibly sloshes,,💗

[oshii]

"can't keep anything down..." is probably my favorite emeto line. Reblog if you agree, and add your fave!

[anexperimentallife]