I’m Just Here For The Emeto

the long-awaited audio! edited down from 30 minutes to include some stuffing sounds, burping, and letting it all spew!

This was a great prompt and I had fun writing it - went a bit longer than 500 words though! I was almost done writing this one when I got another anon ask for a Logan fic with a different but similar prompt that I also love - I almost combined them but I was too far into this one already so I kept going. To the anon who asked for Logan overdrinking out with the girls, that will be coming too because it's a great prompt! In the meantime, enjoy Logan unsure that she has to throw up.

Movies in the Park was one of those summer events Gabe had never paid much attention to when he was single.   The girls he’d dated before had been more interested in being taken to dinners at the hottest restaurants or dancing at the latest clubs - places they could dress up, be seen, and take photo after photo for their Instagram feed.  A blanket on the ground surrounded by other couples and families - in sweats or jeans, no less - was just not their scene.  

Now that he was dating Logan, Gabriel kind of loved it.  Most of the movies were old rom coms from the 90s and early 2000s - the kind he used to find his sister and Rory curled up on the sofa watching at home, where he’d make fun of his best friend for being “whipped’ into watching another chick flick.  At the time, he’d never understood Rory’s lazy smile and shrug that he didn’t mind them at all.  

Now he did.

Logan had gotten there first to grab a spot and set up the blankets and chair pillows while Gabriel picked up the enormous bag of food they’d ordered.  

“I love Clueless,” she said happily, laying out the charcuterie, salads, pita and dips, and pastas from a nearby gourmet food shop.  

“Not surprisingly, I don’t think I’ve seen it,” laughed Gabe.  He opened up the bottle of Prosecco he’d bought and poured some for each of them.  “Cheers,” he said, holding up his cup.

“As If,” said Logan, clinking her plastic cup against his.  “Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon.”  

They’d timed the night so that they were just finishing their dessert of cookies and brownies as the sun was going down, and after Gabe threw away all the garbage, he snuggled down under the extra blanket and opened his arms.  

“Get over here,” he said, pulling Logan to him.  The pillows were just the right height to let them recline but still see, and he settled in, ready to have his girlfriend whisper commentary on nearly everything that happened on the screen.  

And she did, for most of the movie, talking about the clothing, the crush she had on Paul Rudd, and how one of her high school English teachers had let them debate the merits of the movie vs. Emma, which it was based on.  When she got quiet near the end he assumed she was either getting tired or wanted him to pay extra attention to the part where Cher and Josh finally got together.  At one point she rolled away from him and he thought she might be checking her phone, but a minute later scooted back to lie on him again.  

“You okay?” he mumbled, kissing her head and not really expecting much of an answer.

“My stomach kind of hurts; I’ll be fine.”  

This was news to Gabe. He turned to try to look at her face, which was difficult both because of the dark and because her head was on his chest. “Hurts how?” he whispered.  “Like indigestion?”  One good thing about his and Logan’s history was that they were both pretty comfortable at this point talking about things like this.  She shrugged.

“I don’t know, maybe?”  She snuggled deeper into his chest.  “Feels like I need to burp.”  

“So burp if it’ll help; you know it won’t bother me.”  

“I know.” Logan rolled onto her back and palmed at the side of her stomach. On the screen Cher was reconciling with Tai, but Gabe was more concerned about what was going with his girlfriend.  The moon had come out from behind a cloud and now he could see the obvious discomfort on her face.  “I’ve been trying to get some air up but it’s stuck.”  

“C’mere.”  Gabe pulled her onto his chest again and began rubbing her back, up and down.  “Do you want to drink the last of the Prosecco?  Maybe the bubbles will help.”

“Ugh, no.  I’m already too full.”  Logan wiggled against him.  “Just keep rubbing my back; I’m sure it’ll help soon.”  

And so he did, through Cher and Josh’s kiss at Miss Geist’s wedding and through the credits.  Logan had burped a couple of times, but they were shallow and dry and didn’t offer much relief. People around them were packing their blankets and chairs, but Logan sat up and leaned forward over her lap.  Apparently, the change of position helped, not ten seconds later she belched, deep and wet.

Gabe assumed that was what she’d needed.  “Should have sat up a lot earlier,” he joked.  But Logan didn’t move.

“Fuck,” she muttered.  Gabe frowned.

“Didn’t help?” He scooted over to try to look at her face.  She shook her head. “I don’t feel good.”  She finally lifted her head and even in the dim light he could tell she’d gotten pale.

“Are you nauseous?” The park was clearing out pretty quickly but there was still a line for the bathrooms.  But she shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I’m just full and uncomfortable.”  She made no effort to move.  Gabe put his arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him, hiccupping softly.  He put his hand on her stomach.  

“You’re bloated, sweetheart.”  

Logan burped into her fist.  “Yeah,” she said tiredly. “Feels gross.”  

Gabe wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted, but so far she hadn’t protested anything he’d done.  “I’m going to rub your stomach a little bit, okay?  See if that helps work up more of the air.”  

Logan immediately leaned back on the pillows, so he took that as agreement.  He pressed his fingers around her belly button, trying to find the spots where it was the most firm.  She belched a couple of times, but after a few minutes squirmed away.  

“I think I”m too full for a belly rub, I’m sorry,” she said miserably, leaning over her lap again.  “I don’t know what’s wrong.”  She sat up again, and seemed to realize how empty the park had gotten.  “We need to start walking, don’t we?”

“Only if you feel up to it.  We can grab a taxi at the entrance to the park if you want.”  They’d walked there, but Gabriel couldn’t tell if Logan was feeling well enough to walk the ten blocks to his place,  

“I don’t know.” Logan stood up slowly and waited while Gabe folded the blankets and pillows and stuffed them all in their carry bag.  She hiccuped a couple of times and then swallowed hard, obviously not feeling well, even if she wasn’t exactly able to explain what was wrong. He touched her cheek.

“Lo? Do you think you may just need to throw up?” Gabe gestured around the quiet park. “No one’s here, and it may make you feel better to get whatever’s upsetting your stomach out of it.  Even if you aren’t really nauseous.”  

Logan gulped again.  “Actually, I am kind of nauseous,” she said. “Umm, not enough to throw up yet, but . . . ugh.  Yeah, I think I will be.  Pretty soon.”  

“Okay, uhh, that’s good, I think.”  Gabe was relieved to finally have some sort of answer.  “D’you think you can wait until we get home, or d’you . . .”

“Can we go sit on that bench?”  Logan pointed to one not far away.  Her stomach was audibly gurgling now, and she winced.  “I don’t want to . . . urp . . . throw up in a taxi and I . . . hrrhk . . . I won’t make it home.”  She swayed a little and then turned her head away from him to gag.

“Yep, that’s pretty clear now.”  Gabe took Logan’s arm and helped her to the bench.  She sat there stiffly for a second, swallowing over and over, and then leaned forward to spit.

“Waiting . . . waiting to throw up is the worst feeling,” she said heavily.  She spit again.  “I couldn’t even tell I was nauseous before and then when I stood up it kind of hit me.”  She turned to Gabe. “You’re feeling okay?”

“Fine.” he said truthfully.  “Maybe something’s just not agreeing with you; but it’s not food poisoning.”

“Ummhmm,”  Logan’s body jolted with a hiccup. “I think I’m going to throw up now,” she said in a thin voice. Gabe put his hand on her back.  

“Go ahead, love, get it all out and you’ll feel so much better.”  

In response, Logan belched, deep from the pit of her stomach.  “Uhhh,” she groaned.  There was a beat of silence, and then she lurched to her feet to lean over the back of the bench so she could vomit up a torrent of partially digested food and wine.  Gabe jumped up too and held her up. 

“That’s good, just like that,” he coached, and thumped her on the back.  A second later Logan burped up another gush, and then almost immediately, a smaller mouthful.  She hovered for another second, spit, and then stood up again.  Gabe gave her a corner of the blanket to wipe her mouth.  “Better?” he asked.  

Logan took a deep breath.  “Yeah, a lot,” she said.  “Something was just really not sitting well.”  She gave him a sheepish smile.  “If you hadn’t suggested I just let myself throw up I might have fought it for another hour.”  

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

The other day I met up with my friend who I don’t see very often and we went out for brunch. Whilst we were driving to the cafe she mentioned feeling slightly queasy but we both brushed it off because she has quite a weak stomach so feels nauseous quite a lot and most of the time she doesn’t actually throw up. When we got there we looked through the menus and one of the things you could order was a hot cross bun.

She saw it and mentioned the time we were sat next to each other on a coach for a school trip and she had eaten a hot cross bun but because of motion sickness, she had thrown it all up into a plastic bag but then, because there were no bins on the coach she had had to put the puke-filled bag into her back pack and carry it into the theatre.

The thought of this story clearly made her feel queasier and she burped subtly and swallowed but she kept brushing it off and said that she’d feel better once she’d had something to eat because she hadn’t eaten anything all day (she doesn’t eat breakfast it makes her throw up - weak stomach). We ordered our food, I had a stack of pancakes and she had a full English breakfast and we both ordered smoothies to go with it. We chatted the whole time and everything was good until about 2/3 of the way through when I noticed her rubbing her stomach. I asked her if she was okay and she said yes and kept eating. We were just finishing her smoothies when she burped and then gagged into her hand. I asked again if she was sure that she was okay and she finally admitted that she felt like she might throw up but she just blamed it on the fact that she ate her food too fast. We finished and paid and we got back in the car.

I told her to just say if she needed me to pull over at any point and also gave her a plastic bag from my glove compartment. I could hear her upset stomach gurgling the whole time and every now and then she would lift the bag up to her lips, let out a wet burp and then put it back down.

We got back to her flat without any incidents but she’s still clearly nauseous I take her to the bathroom and she sits in front of the toilet. She stays there for about five minutes gagging and heaving but not getting anything up and then she asks me to rub her belly!!! Guys I literally died this is like my dream scenario. Anyway I try to keep it cool and help her out so I sit behind her and rub her belly and she starts burping up small mouthfuls of breakfast and every time she gagged I felt her stomach contract. She continued burping up small mouthfuls then all of a sudden she let out a deep wet burp and a thick stream of undigested food came pouring out of her. I move round slightly so I can rub her back aswell as her stomach and moving also gave me a better view of the beautiful mess she was making in the toilet. Obviously my number one concern was whether she was okay or not but her throwing up was so hot 🥵.

Anyway after a few more powerful waves the vomit started to tamper off letting her catch her breath. I was still rubbing her back and giving her gently encouragement and telling her to get it up if she needs to and that she’ll feel much better once it’s out. She burped up a couple more mouthfuls and then came to the conclusion she was done.

I helped her up, out of the bathroom and onto the sofa and got her a bucket just in case and a glass of water. I sat down next to her while she put on a movie and drank the water. A few minutes in she gagged and slapped her hand over her mouth and I quickly grabbed the bucket and held it for her to puke into. I held the bucket with one hand and rubbed her back with the other. Her vomit was mainly water with a couple of chunks. After she was done I put the bucket back on the floor and she lied down on the sofa with her head on my lap. She spent the rest of the movie rubbing her stomach and burping into her hand every now and then. Near the end of the movie she fell asleep. I made sure the bucket was by her head and slowly got up and let myself out.

From a few months ago ... was feeling incredibly nauseous and trying anything to puke ♡ chugged an old bottle of diet soda i had in the fridge and almost couldn't get it all down gagging the last few sips, but it still wouldn't come up, hanging over the toilet ...

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.

Needed a break from the drama, so have some Dylan with indigestion and Rip having no idea what to do about it.

When Dylan came home from his emergency hospital call from his sister, it was already late afternoon.

Rip spent the day polishing the kitchen, trying to manage the chaos Dylan left in his wake. Dylan was messy even on a good day, but when he got into something—like digging out his boxing gear or work-out equipment Rip couldn’t identify—their living room turned into a disaster zone.

Forced to live in less-than-clean environments in the last years, Rip cherished the chance to take care of this place—sweeping, dusting, mopping the floors—and he was practically in love with the dishwasher! It was the coolest thing, aside from actual clean plates without splitters that weren't plastic or from the garbage.

here for my wildly unscheduled fic of the season. enjoy!

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Luka blinks slowly as he comes out of the half-awake doze he’s been fighting to stay in for the past few hours when his stomach growls. It’s still dark, and the sheets are tangled around him, unpleasantly damp. His pajamas are also damp with sweat, he realizes, but there’s a chill prickling beneath his skin.

He turns over and pulls the blanket up, burrowing into it and trying to go back to sleep. He’s almost managed it when his stomach growls and gurgles again, this time sending a slow wave of nausea over him. A noise of discomfort slips out of him and he turns over once more, but that only serves to ramp of the churning of his stomach. Luka swallows nervously as heat rolls over him, making him throw off the blanket again.

His stomach clenches a bit, and he curls around it, hoping it’ll settle, but it swirls and gurgles once more, making him feel faint, and saliva is beginning to accumulate beneath his tongue.

With a sigh, Luka sits up and swings his legs over the bed, sitting on the edge with his head in his hands. He’s still half hoping the nausea will ease, but just in case, he gathers his damp hair back into a bun at the base of his neck.

As he does so, his stomach cramps hard, and Luka is suddenly aware that he’s moved past slight queasiness and straight into full-blown nausea, the kind that is dangerously close to sending up his stomach contents. He coughs slightly at the feeling and stands up, feeling the blood drain from his head as he does so.

A very self-indulgent gift for my equally thirsty buddy @sickandvomiting. I meant to do something for Jace’s birthday anyway, I’m only three and a half weeks late. Hope y'all enjoy.

It was nearly midnight when Jace and Elizabeth left the theater on Valentine’s day. Jace’s birthday was the day after, and while he hadn’t wanted a gift, he’d begged Elizabeth to take a long weekend off for “V-day and B-day V-play” as he’d called it in the original text. Elizabeth had never been less turned on, but she’d laughed and accepted his invitation nonetheless.

“I still can’t believe you’re turning twenty.” Elizabeth scoffed, “We met at a bar!”

Jace shrugged, shoving a fistful of leftover popcorn in his mouth. “I mean… I’m legal age to fuck. It’s not like you did anything criminal.” He opened the passenger door of his car, handing Elizabeth the popcorn bucket.

“Careful with this,” Jace warned, and she nodded, eyeing the expensive leather seats. “I’m eating the rest when we get home.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Jesus tits. What is that, your fourth refill?”

“Maybe. I wasn’t counting.” Jace hopped into the driver’s seat, barely giving Elizabeth time to buckle before tearing out of the parking lot.

Normally, the mountain roads were a luxurious ride; Jace’s car floated across the pavement, and his hair flew back from his face, top down in the cool night air. Today, though, Elizabeth barely noticed the luminous LA skyline. Her stomach seemed to shift with every curve in the road, and she hugged the popcorn bucket, slouching down in her seat. Jace was too absorbed in the drive to notice, but when he came around to help her out in the garage, he frowned at her pale, uneasy face.

“You okay, Lizard? Need a nap? A coffee?” Jace was still thinking about what was going to happen upstairs, though his mind was currently bouncing between popcorn and tits. He took the bucket back from Elizabeth as they walked inside.

Elizabeth shook her head. “I’d rather have a Sprite, or ginger ale if you have it. My stomach feels gross.”

Jace finally seemed to pay proper attention now, and he looked much more concerned. “Oh, shit. You coulda said something if you wanted to stop…” He hurried off to the kitchen, returning with a ginger ale in hand.

Elizabeth took the soda, sinking down on the couch with her free hand on her stomach. “It wasn’t that bad until a few minutes ago.” She explained. Jace sat down as well, one arm around Elizabeth, and one reaching back into the popcorn bucket. He could be worried and hungry at the same time.

Cracking open her ginger ale, Elizabeth took a sip. The flavor was crisp and refreshing after a night of popcorn, hot dogs, slushes, and candy, but the carbonation made her burp. Jace rubbed her back gently. “You doing okay?”

“Not really.” Elizabeth ventured another mouthful, and this one sat a little better, but the third sip coaxed up another belch. “I feel like shit.”

Jace sat his popcorn aside, wiping his hands off on his jeans. He scooted back on the couch and moved his legs apart. “C’mere.”

Elizabeth climbed over Jace’s tree trunk thigh, settling between his legs and leaning back against him. Rock hard abs didn’t make for a cushy chair, but he was warm, and his arms felt sturdy and reassuring wrapped around her. Though they were still in the living room, he unzipped her dress, pulling the top part down until she was bare from the hips up. She opened her mouth to protest, but Jace was ahead of her.

“Relax. Nobody’s home.”

He pulled her back against him, rubbing slow, steady circles on her aching stomach. Elizabeth softened at once, letting out a moan of contentment.

Jace chuckled. “Wasn’t expecting to hear that just yet.”

Elizabeth laughed weakly. “Guess you’re just that charrrrrurrp-ming…” The pressure brought up an involuntary belch, and her stomach rumbled in its wake. With her dress off, she was visibly bloated, her normally-flat belly heavy and round.

“That sounded rough.” Jace winced. “Should I stop?”

“No, keep going.” Elizabeth begged. “Feels good.”

“Whatever helps.” Jace shrugged. He continued to massage her aching stomach, feeling it gurgle and roil under his touch.

Elizabeth belched again, deep and wet, sighing with relief as it eased a bit of the pressure building in her gut. Jace hummed sympathetically, rubbing firm circles on Elizabeth’s swollen, sloshing belly. Another sick burp rumbled out of her, and she groaned.

“You good?” Jace’s hand went still as he hesitated.

“Keep going.” Elizabeth mumbled, “Burping helps. Gotta get the trapped air out.”

Jace nodded, his free arm wrapping gently around her chest. It wasn’t a sexual advance - her skin was cool to the touch, chilled from being nearly naked in the open air. Jace’s hands, on the other hand, were soft and warm. He knew his house was a bit cold for Elizabeth, but he wanted to keep her comfortable. She snuggled up against him, seemingly content, and Jace was relieved - maybe a bit of trapped gas had been the problem all along.

The quiet comfort lasted only a few moment. Jace had continued to rub Elizabeth’s stomach, and without warning, it churned angrily under his touch. She let out a deep, gurgling belch and hastily sat up, one hand on her belly and one hovering over her mouth.

“Jace? I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Oh, shit.” Jace looked around in a panic, eventually grabbing the popcorn bucket off the coffee table. He held it under her chin, and the overpowering smell of fake butter made Elizabeth’s stomach lurch again. She burped, spewing a wave of chunky brown sludge into the bucket.

Jace cringed, brushing her hair out of the way and rubbing her back. “Easy… you’re okay.”

Elizabeth burped again, wet but unproductive, and she groaned softly. “Can you… rub my stomach some more?”

“You sure?” Jace looked skeptical - he’d assumed the pressure had been what made her sick.

“Please? It feels good, and I… I wanna get everything out. I think it’ll help.”

She burped, this one turning into a retch, and Jace obligingly moved his hand back to her bare stomach. It was sloshing and bubbling, and he’d barely completed one circle when her belly contracted, forcing up another gush of half-digested food. The savory popcorn and hot dog mixed with sweet candy and bitter bile, creating a wretched taste and an even worse smell.

Elizabeth gagged, retching again to no avail. She put one hand over Jace’s, pressing down until he squeezed her belly. Her stomach reacted at once, belching up a torrent of thick beige sick. She groaned, starting to feel a bit better as her stomach emptied out.

“Again,” she mumbled, and Jace pressed on her belly obligingly. She vomited copiously in response, and he gave her stomach another gentle press. Elizabeth belched up a smaller mouthful of sick, and it took several retches for her to throw up again, even with Jace squeezing her. This time, hardly anything came up. Jace loosened his grip.

“Think you’re done?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “Not yet. Press.”

He pressed firmly into her belly, forcing out a burpy gag, but no vomit.

“Again.”

Jace squeezed her stomach again, to the same result.

“One more, I feel it. Press hard.”

Jace hesitated, but Elizabeth pressed firmly on his hand. He pressed in as far as he could, the bloat of her stomach yielding at once to his strong hand. She let out a huge, gurgling belch, and with it came one last splatter of sick.

Finally feeling empty, Elizabeth pulled away from the bucket, leaning back against Jace with a groan. He set the tub on the floor to throw away later, holding her close and rubbing her back.

“Feel any better?”

“A little, yeah.” Elizabeth’s eyelids felt heavy, while her stomach was hollow and aching. Jace scooped her into his arms, climbing to his feet.

“Let’s get you to bed. Try not to puke on my sheets, okay?”

“Mmhm.” Elizabeth nodded against his shoulder, but as Jace carried her up the stairs, the motion rocked a burp out of her. Jace just sighed.

going to a state fair with my partner, it’s a hot and almost miserable day with how high the heat index is but we’re both bursting with excitement from what’s about to come- being quite skinny and petite, i don’t have much stomach capacity and they know this too..using this to their advantage as they make go from stall to stall to fill up on all type of sugary and extravagant fair foods. funnel cakes, cotton candy, corn dogs and fries- fried oreos and milkshakes and lemonade…a recipe for disaster really, i’m already full from not even half the funnel cake but they make me finish anyways because “good puppies don’t waste their food.”

I had just eaten a meal but after a while I felt that I needed to vomit so I went and got ready by the toilet. I vomited a good bit here, needed to help myself out a few times throughout so I could keep going. Right after I cleaned up I felt more coming and got to the toilet quick to let a little more out.