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Sickfic Drabbles: One shots with random OCs in no particular order
King + Consort (No Emeto + NSFW/Indigestion)
King + Physician (No Emeto/Cold)
The Vomiting Center (Emeto/Food Poisoning)
Back at it again, puking my little guts out after drinking three bottles of sparkling water >< I had to run from my bed to my container cuz I wasn't expecting it to happen so fast 😭 It was actually kinda hard to get it all out, so I had to drink another bottle to get everything back up. Just listen to me whimper and retch..
Photo of aftermath after cut.. ough there was so much this time....
you should make more sickfics!!
I should, I miss it.
My characters are often on my brain. Sometimes scenarios come to my head, but it's hard to make it go beyond an idea.
Also time. I have a lot of urges to write on my days off, but that's just two days of the week. I miss college when I wrote for this blog so much.
no but trust me you look so beautiful when you're in formalwear and distress. you should lay down and futz with your collar and whimper feverishly about it. maybe even get a damp cloth on your forehead if you're freaky. who said that
Caretaker and Sickie are out at an event when Sickie says "I need to use the bathroom" and rushes off.
When Sickie doesn't come back, Caretaker sends a text.
Caretaker: You ok?
Sickie: No.
Sickie: I just threw up. Kinda a lot.
i keep seeing things and going "that should make them throw up" like sure mr. emeto i bet your opinion is not biased at all. anyways everyone should make characters vomit. for me
Me: Oh this character is hungover? Now would be a good time to see them throw up.
Also Me: Dramatic angst and overwhelming emotions? Throwing up is only logical.
And Me: Nerves on a first date and emotional vulnerability? Cue throwing up with comfort, please.
Different kinds of stubbornness when sick… they all refuse to stop and take a break, but the different flavors are fun
- Pragmatic, “I’m already at work and I’m not THAT sick” “it’s only three hours before I can go home” type, that’s the most stubborn when they’re already halfway through the day and it’s such an inconvenience to leave now. They can take tomorrow off instead. They don’t mind acknowledging they’re unwell but refuse to leave anyway.
- Classic refusing to be a burden, “don’t worry about me”, they don’t want people to know they’re sick, and they feel bad when the people around them even try to make things easier, they can keep going, they’re fine, nothing is wrong even if they’re feverish and nauseous and on the verge of throwing up.
- In denial, “I’m just tired”, doesn’t want to accept that they’re sick. Maybe they’ve been exposed to some kind of bug at home or at work but it sounds miserable from what other people have said and surely they’re not that unlucky that they’ve caught it…
- Delirious, so sick that they’re not thinking straight, but they just mumble and insist that they’re fine out of habit even though they can barely stand or walk. They can’t understand why everyone is so worried about them.
- Someone else is more sick/more urgently in need than them, so they mask their own illness stubbornly so they don’t take attention away from them. They help take care of the other person even though they start to feel worse, and they insist they’re fine until they throw up on the floor or something equally damning
I'm obsessed with all of these 😍
I couldn't keep the medicine down🥺😭
If someone wants to chat to comfort me, it'd be really appreciated. Can't remember the last time my stomach got this bad😭
Wow I might watch this all night while imagining a sickfic to go with it. 😍
Well I got a little pukey, I was really loud in this one!
Since I'm actually reblogging stuff now, guess I'll start with this
Coming back to this audio, need this all over me
Hello everyone ... ♡ I have been very sick all week but finally feeling better ... I ended up taking myself to the doctor to get some medicine because I was so nauseous constantly ... I will post more audios this week but for now, here is the one where I finally puked ♡
It was the morning after my post recent audio ... I spent most of the night gagging and emptying out from the other end but never puking ... I was so upset, all of that stuffing gone to waste ... I drank lots of water and early that morning I got up to go to the bathroom again and I gagged so hard when I pushed that I thought I was going to throw up into my hands ... I sat down on the floor in my underwear and leaned over the bathtub for a while and rubbed my nauseous belly, burping and burping ... I was so tired and not expecting to puke but finally it came up and it felt so good ♡
I've been dealing with a stomach flu and the nausea has been awful, but not bad enough to puke more ... so I tried to stuff myself ... I made myself probably 20-25 chicken dumplings for dinner and ate them all, burnt a few but didn't want them to go to waste ... I sat on the couch as decided I was really going to pile it on, so I had 8 cups of peach yogurt (I really don't like peach, it was hard to get that down) a slice of chocolate cake, and a big, thick chocolate chip cookie ... I didn't realize how full I was until I started chugging water ... I had about four full glasses of water, the last one being chugged at the beginning of this audio, but it was too much, I couldn't even finish it ... my belly has never hurt so much and been so tight in my life ... every time I sat up I felt it coming up my throat, bit I couldn't get much more out than spit and what was sitting at the very top ... there were two times where I leaned back to wipe my mouth, and had to quickly lean forward again to puke up a tiny little bit, and that felt so, so good ... I wish I was more successful ... my poor belly was so hard all night long ... I got up so many guttural burps ...
A photo of the tiny bit I puked up below ..
had to move myself to the bathroom floor near the toilet in case I lost my dinners! I chugged some water after my meals and my belly did not agree with it at all! the last burp in this video felt amazing🐷 I am in serious discomfort still, every burp a little water comes back up
Those awkward little moments before a person throws up and is just kinda groaning and breathing heavily while gagging
I see your intentional temperature taking and I raise you unintentional temperature taking.
A kiss on the head after work, running your hands through their hair, touching their cheek before a kiss.
The caregiver, concerned and taken aback, says “You feel a bit warm. I think you might be running a fever…”
The sickie seems to ponder for a minute. “Oh. So that’s why I feel so tired/achy/thirsty/cold…”
Caregiver leads them to bed or to the couch to get cozy, anticipating the wave of symptoms that will inevitably hit the sickie in the morning. 😮💨
The Vomiting Center: A Sickfic of Sorts
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The brain contains a collection of neurons that together make up what is known as the vomiting center.
It tickles me in a somewhat unpleasant way that we have only discovered this specific center that governs a bodily function. We have plenty other bodily mechanisms that are equally as important to our health, so why is there just a center for throwing up? Sure, vomiting is crucial from an evolutionary standpoint—In the event that we ingest something poisonous, we need a means of getting the toxic substance out quickly. Full digestion and subsequent excretion takes too long, especially if we're dealing with a fast-acting poison. So vomiting, as much as it is an uncomfortable process, is foremost a lifesaving code built into the computer that is our brain.
But why does it have an entire brain structure dedicated to it? We don't have a sneezing center. We don't have a pus secretion center. So why does puking reign supreme?
I'm actually not here to answer that question because I really don't know the answer myself. I'm here just to think about the oddities of the human body. I'm intrigued by this topic because vomiting is a very physical and obvious form of distress or sickness. It brings with it societal implications such as drunkenness and pregnancy. It is also a deeply emotional and psychological process.
Think about the emotions you would feel. Embarrassment, anxiety, shame, disgust. Not only that! But the emotions you feel when it's happening to someone else. Disgust, empathy, anxiety, sympathy, concern.
Vomiting is biological, social, and psychological! The interdisciplinary science nerds are going crazy with that trifecta.
Okay, I bet I could think of many more human things that would light up all three categories, but I’m going to stick with the vomiting center because it's on my mind ever since a case of food poisoning derailed my friends-giving night.
Patient zero was technically the rotisserie chicken that was hosting the bacteria E. coli, but for the sake of my story we all understand that the real patient zero was the first person to eat the contaminated food. I wasn't keeping track of who ate what when—all I know is that my boyfriend showed his symptoms first.
It started with fatigue. While our group of friends chatted in the talking circle, Jamie regressed into a drowsy and grouchy state. He didn't add to the conversation. I wasn't even sure if he was listening. His eyelids drooped as if he had pulled an all-nighter.
The next symptom surprised me because he went from being a still couch cushion to a fidgety ball of tension. His knee bounced up and down. His lip became the target of violence from his teeth. His complexion dulled to a lifeless gray. In eleventh grade, I remember dissecting piglets. The baby pigs were the color of clumpy milk and rotting livers. That is what Jamie looked like. This symptom is called nausea.
Nausea is a lovely warning system...if you weren’t my boyfriend Jamie who decided to ignore the warning signals. He is a stubborn man who does not like submitting to an illness. His nervous system was working as it should, detecting unsafe bacteria in his stomach and sending the proper signals to the brain by way of the vagus nerve.
His tummy, and remember all of our tummies, was in the process of detecting something funny about that chicken. Just then, the bacteria that was in the chicken was releasing a wonderful little toxin called Shiga toxin.
Jamie's brain got word of this toxin and started the necessary emergency protocol.
His belly was churning and gurgling from the excess of gastric juice that was trying to coat his stomach lining, dilute the toxin, and move the bacteria along. It's all very intentional but that fact would not have eased Jamie's mind. He was only focused on the fact that he felt horrible.
Some of the emotional consequences of vomiting were starting to appear. Embarrassment was setting in as his belly let out wet gurgles. Dread started to squeeze his throat, bringing him to the edge of panic. He even felt guilty that he was possibly about to ruin the mood of the party by revealing his ailment.
Another time I will talk about the emotional states that bring on tummy troubles—yet another fascinating feature of the vomiting center! It's funny to me that the two bodily results can swap places. Each can cause and be caused by the other. But more on that later because my boyfriend was moments away from heaving his half-digested dinner on the living room rug.
Looking back, it's remarkable that I didn't, nor did anyone else besides Jamie, feel sick yet. He was alone in his suffering for now. My poor boy. I wish he had pulled me aside to tell me how he felt. We could have avoided the following event.
Jamie's body had long since abandoned the hope of pushing his Thanksgiving meal safely through his digestive track. Other unpleasant symptoms would appear from his intestines later, but just then his brain had to handle the mess in his belly.
His stomach had stopped moving, leaving the spoiled food to putrefy in the acid and juices. Pockets of gas bubbled up from this soup. The burps rose in his throat, filling his mouth with the foul taste of bad meat.
The vomiting center authorized the next stage: Salivation to protect his teeth from the acid that was about to fill his mouth. You would think that Jamie would finally heed this warning. But no. Everything had happened much too fast to react logically.
His abdominal muscles contracted to push the tainted food up his esophagus. I imagine it was like playing the bagpipes. Muscles squeezing the bag until something productive came out.
Jamie is the type of person who didn’t care about his food touching on his plate. It was all going to end up in the same place anyway. In contrast, I never let my mashed potatoes touch the chicken. The peas never touched the potatoes, and the gravy never touched the peas. Obviously, I knew that the stomach turned my meal into one big brown sludge, but I did not want to think about that. That night, I got a reminder that it really doesn’t matter how your food is presented on the plate. It was all going to look the same inside your body.
Jamie’s meal did not stay inside his body unfortunately…or perhaps fortunately because it really had no business staying there. His brain had been right to authorize a purge. Too bad it had to feel so awful for him.
I could describe gravity in the same scientific way that I’ve been describing vomiting, but you know what liquid splattering to the floor looks like. You can imagine a cascade of thick liquid falling from a person’s mouth. I could describe the guttural heaves made by the throat opening and closing, but I have a feeling you can hear it all on your own.
Vomiting relies on muscular contraction, just like exercising, so it was no surprised that Jamie was sweating from the exertion. My poor boyfriend was shaking and gagging and generally looking terribly unwell.
Public sickness causes a fascinating phenomenon that is once again due to evolution. Sympathetic vomiting. Our friend Tara who had not eaten any chicken that night because she was vegan found herself running to the bathroom all the same. The monkey part of her brain didn’t care that she hadn’t eaten the tainted food. Evolution created something like this: Jamie sick. Jamie maybe poisoned, that not good. Me no wanna be poisoned either. Idea! Make stomach do same thing. No poison here. Foolproof plan.
Oh vomiting center, you are funny.
Not all humans react the same way. Don’t worry—Jamie got all the comfort and care he needed to recover from the embarrassing incident. It certainly helped when the rest of us started developing symptoms. He was no longer alone in his suffering because human physiology tries its best to work properly in every person. Thankfully, each of our vomiting centers detected the same health risk and promptly dealt with it in the only way it knew how.
The way I see it, brains may appear to be cold computers, but they are really choreographers. Our heads are ballrooms, hosting elaborate dances in which every step needs to be executed perfectly in order to keep the party going. Every dancer needs to succeed its step or else they risk tripping up their partners. It’s complicated and beautiful. No, it’s beautiful because it’s complicated. I know it doesn’t feel good in the moment, but vomiting is truly a flawless physiological performance.
This was a few days after I was feeling so sick and burpy ...
I was craving the pizza that I ordered to try and make myself sick initially, but this time I really just wanted to eat it ... my belly wasn't ready for it at all, it was so greasy and I ate seven slices of it I couldn't help myself ... I was so queasy and nauseous for hours and hours, I thought I would end up like just a few days prior and not get any relief ... but a few of my wet burps brought up some of the digested pizza in my mouth, so sour and hot ... I laid in bed and rubbed my over bloated tummy, and tried to stuff myself up with water, hoping that having all of that with the pizza rolling around in my turbulent unhappy belly would force it back up, and I was right ...
I was laying with my belly on the bed, face over the side and barfing up mostly water at first, into a trash can I took from the bathroom ... it was so messy ... it got on the floor and the side of the cabinet that the trash bin was next to, I missed the bin two times ... at some points it was hard to get up, it felt like it was stuck, and I realized that the pizza was starting to come up, and then it started getting thick and really warm ... I love the sound of my puke hitting the trash bag ... my belly was so sick for hours after that, but that's all I could get up anymore ... I wish someone was there to help me puke up more ...
My dream stuffing/emeto scenario
i’d first like to say that one of my favorite parts of indulging in this is praise and encouragement, which i’ve never gotten to try while stuffing, because i just told my boyfriend last night (and he said he’d be up for trying).
in this scenerio he and i go to a fast food restraunt, probably mcdonald’s, and we both get normal sized meal and drinks and enjoy them together, having a nice normal lunch.
after we finish, we get more as takeout.
two more burgers, a 20 piece nugget, two large fries and two large drinks, though it’d probably be water so it wouldn’t ruin the taste of the puke.
we get in the car to go home and go sit on the couch. he turns on a show as a distraction and starts unloading all of the food onto the coffee table, laying it out in order, like it’s a feast.
he tells me, forcefully but not meanly, to start eating, telling me over and over that i’m doing so well and that i can keep going. we get through about half of everything without me complaining and then we start on the second half.
at this point i’m bloated and uncomfortable and we have to move to the bathroom just in case. i tell him that im full and he, just like i want him to, tells me to keep going, encouraging me the whole time.
now i only have a thing of fries left, the water almost empty and im fully nauseous. i’m burping up mouthfuls, but i swallow them back down. i dont want it to come up little bits at a time, i want it all in multiple large, sick rushes.
he tells me to keep going and i’m complaining and telling him that i can’t, and he, exactly like we planned begs me to keep going and i do. i finish the food and sit in front of the toilet waiting, but i just can’t seem to throw up, even though im burping sickly ever couple of seconds.
he’s rubbing my back and telling him how good i am, maybe at this point he’s touching my cunt and my thighs and telling me that i’m such a good boy.
he starts pressing lightly on my stomach and i can already tell that’s all that it’s going to take and i tell him that i want to count to three and then he pushes as hard as he can.
at this point i’m in pain and bored of the nausea, ready for the climax of this experience and i start counting.
on three, he slowly, but heavily pushes as far into my stomach as he can and it works immediately.
i projectile vomit, mostly into the bowl, but a bit on the toilet seat as well. he stops pushing and i get out two more big waves, heatedly able to breathe in between. even though i drank plenty of water, its so thick and savory. there’s full chunks of each food i ate and i can feel it in my nose.
after those waves, i have a little reprieve, but i still feel so full and the feeling of chunks in my nose and teeth is keeping me nauseous. he’s telling me how good i did and rubbing my stomach, gently now as i burp sickly and heave over the toilet, not getting anything up.
he brings me a large cup of soda and tells me to chug all of it, it’ll help me get everything out and i listen. it feels good wash the chunks out of my throat and teeth and i’ve fallen into the rhythm of chugging, though i can feel my stomach expanding and getting heavy, so full of both substance and air.
he continues reassuring me as i finish the last of it and continuing burping and heaving over the toilet, even more full and uncomfy than i was after eating and i start burping up small gushes of sick. it’s still chunky, but not as thick anymore, watered down by the soda.
i spend multiple minutes getting out the majority until i don’t feel full anymore and i can tell im getting empty and i ask him to please help me get the rest up. he’s behind me from where he was rubbing my back and thighs and kissing my neck while i vomited.
he doesn’t even question it, and immediately begins fucking my throat with his fingers, not even removing them when i vomit, just letting it come up around his hand and into the toilet.
i’m empty now, just getting up small violent gushes of bile. i’m so loud now since there’s nothing to drown out the heaves and i’m finally done. i got most of it in the toilet but some is dripping down my chin and splashing onto my legs and chest.
he helps me flush and clean the toilet and then we get into the shower to clean up.
i’m sitting, wiped out and high on the end of my orgasm as he washes my hair massages my sick tummy.
i throw up a couple more mouthfuls of bile as we sit in the shower under the hot water and then it’s my turn to get him off, right there in the shower ;)
