9?

9?

thanks in advance

This has been in here foreverrr, but since I’m going to use this newly found free time to catch up on some requests! Sorry this took so long.

Warnings: Descriptions of vomit and illness

9: leaving the waste basket nearby

Mila was standing in their en suite struggling to tug a brush through her wet hair. She had to go into the office that morning, the company wanted her to meet the artist that her song was going to be sung by. She liked meeting the people who sang her songs, but she hated going into the office and getting up at the ungodly hour of 8am. She was still trying to brush the ends of her hair when Remy burst through the door, making Mila jump. 

“I know that you’ve seen me naked but sometimes a knock would be nice.” Mila joked before she heard him start retching. “Oh, God. Are you okay?” She asked, walking over to rub his back as a stream of last night’s dinner splashed into the toilet.

Remy nodded before heaving again, bending slightly more forward at the waist. He was basically ready for work, his button up tucked into his dress pants. Remy was basically panting now, one hand steadying himself on the back of the toilet while the other was pressing his tie into his stomach to keep it out of the way.

“Sorry.” He mumbled breathlessly, a gag escaping him as a watery mouthful of vomit left his body.

“It’s okay. Do you still feel sick?” She asked, handing him a wad of toilet paper to wipe his mouth.

Remy shrugged, “I don’t feel great, but I’ll live.” He flushed the toilet and straightened up before clearing his throat.

“You’re not still going to work right?” Mila pried, following him over the mirror where he loosened his tie and rinsed his mouth.

“I’m fine, M. I promise, but I have to go.” He mumbled. 

“Remy, you always do this and you always end up staying home. How about we just cut out the middle part this time around?” She said, running her hand up and down his arm.

Remy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying and failing to compose himself as he gagged again. He slapped his hand over his mouth and whipped around to continue heaving over the toilet.

“You’re not warm,” Mila frowned, gently squeezing the back of his neck. 

Remy cleared his throat and flushed the toilet before straightening, “I felt kind of sick before bed last night. I thought it would’ve passed, but I’ve felt nauseous since I woke up.”

“Do you think it was something you ate? You can’t go to work like this, Love.”

“I don’t know. I just feel really sick. I can do my stuff today from home.” Remy leaned against the sink, resting his hand on his stomach. “Don’t you have to go into the office today?”

“I was supposed to but I can stay home, you really don’t look good.” 

“No, I’ll be okay.” He muffled a burp into his fist, “maybe.”

“How about you lay down and sleep for a little, I’ll take Lee to daycare and head to the office for a little and hopefully I’ll be back before you even wake up.” Mila said.

Remy nodded hesitantly before unknotting his tie and unbuttoning the first couple of buttons of his shirt.

Mila had left to get Leah ready while Remy changed and collapsed back into bed, his stomach churning uncomfortably. He must’ve fallen asleep because time had definitely passed by the time Mila came back in.

“Hey, Love. I’m gonna head out okay?” She said quietly. “I won’t be gone long, text if you need anything. Get some sleep and the trashcan is right here just in case. Don’t vomit on the carpet please.”

“Okay, thank you. I love you, be safe.” He mumbled groggily.

“I love you too, baby. Feel better.”

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someone’s voice isn’t sounding great, and when a friend or coworker comments on it, they explain it away by saying, “oh, yeah, i just woke up.” 

their partner (or roommate) immediately outs them by saying, “what? no you didn’t,” and suddenly everyone in the room knows something’s wrong and they aren’t feeling well, and it becomes a determined topic of discussion now that this person can’t hide it like they were planning to.

Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2

“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”

“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”

“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”

“No more today, you’re at your limit.”

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”

“Nap… please? Nap with me?”

“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

“I can’t lift it without shaking…”

“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”

“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”

“Standing up is about all I can do.”

“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”

“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”

“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”

“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”

“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”

“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”

“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

belly kink dialogue that gets me going hehe

Any sort of blunt, simple statement like “My stomach hurts” or “I don’t feel good.” Extra points if it’s coming from someone who usually doesn’t admit to these sorts of things.

Someone shyly asking, “Could you rub my tummy?” while groaning with pain because who doesn’t love that?

Someone turning to their partner/friend while they’re at some sort of event and just quietly saying, “I feel really weird,” and then their partner/friend looking at them all concerned and asking if they want to head home.

Characters who usually are pretty serious and mature getting so out of it they start talking kind of like a little kid and saying things like, “My tummy hurts,” in a small voice.

“I feel really sick.”

“My stomach…”

“I have a really bad stomach ache…”

“Something I ate really isn’t agreeing with me…”

Shifting with discomfort as they murmur, “I think I ate too much.”

Whump Prompt #638

Things for you/the caretakers to consider about the whumpee:

When was the last time they slept uninterrupted?

When was their last meal? And what was is?

Did they always look /this/ bad?

How did they get those bruises/scratches?

How will they react when they wake up?

What if they’re not the same after this?

What if they clam up completely after this ordeal?

Will they be scared of the caretaker?

Why did they react like that?

How long has this been going on for?