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sickee feeling sick yet still attending their plans and vomiting in public <33

hi thank u for the ask !! happy 2 comply :)

CW FOR EMETO AND LIGHT NSFW

a feels miserable. their head is pounding so viciously that it’s practically about to explode, their insides are turning dizzily, and they’re pretty sure they’ve developed a low-grade fever at least.

and yet, here they are, at an event that b had dragged them to. they know it’s important to b, but they’re seriously not feeling well. for a moment, a considers asking b to leave early.. but thinks better of it for now. they can tough it out.

..right?

desperate to relieve some of the pressure and the nausea whirling around in their stomach, a presses their hand to their mouth. they let out a sickly, wet burp into their hand; and that’s all they’re hoping for, but their face goes pale when bile and undigested fruit (from the fruit bowl, of course) coat their tongue and mouth in a thick layer like poison.

“oh, gross..” a murmurs to themselves, closing their eyes and focusing on the vile substance in their mouth. It’s sour.. and warm.. and sticky, and—

“rrgh-“ they groan, finding that concentrating too hard on the texture of the mess only makes their stomach writhe more violently.

‘no, no, no-‘ they’re thinking to themselves, their hand still pressed desperately to their mouth.

“Hhnghh..”

a is completely taken over by nausea, and as they begin to swallow back their stomach’s contents, they’re entirely oblivious to the world around them. the noise, the colors, the scents — they’re all gone, replaced by a dizzying nausea.

just as a manages to force the last bit of bile back down their throat, they can feel a hand on their shoulder and another wrapping around their waist. their eyes snap open to see b, a concerned (but also slightly amused) expression plastered on their face.

“are you okay, honey? you feeling sick?” mumbles b, softly, pressing the back of their palm against a’s forehead—

“ah.. you’re burning up.” b smirks softly, “wanna get to the bathroom?”

b leans in close to a, whispering into their ear.

“or are you just gonna puke on the floor, like the dirty little whore you are?”

a’s face flushes, and they whine, squeezing their legs together in an absentminded response to the heat pooling between their thighs. that was hot.

“I.. I..” a stammers with bated breath, locking eyes with b. their throat works, swallowing convulsively to delay the inevitable.

“it’s okay, baby. just let it out, yeah? you’ll feel so much better..” b croons, combing through the other’s hair as they press closer to a.

b can feel a’s heart pounding, the sweat on their pale skin, and the way their belly is rumbling and churning beneath them. b shudders, their own face heating up a little in response.

“you’re so warm..” b whispers, “c’mon. get it up, honey. for me?”

b’s encouragement is enough. a lets go, allowing b to hold them in place as their knees buckle beneath them. their stomach heaves and sends up wave after wave of warm, lumpy puke. it pools in the floor - it’s covering b’s shoes, and most of a’s outfit. The sticky substance is even coming out of a’s nose.

great. a’s just thrown up on the floor at a professional (and quite gorgeous) venue. this will not be good for their reputation, but just seeing what it’s doing to b..

“good boy/girl~” b coos sweetly, wiping the bile from a’s lips, nose and chin. “but you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

b’s own breaths are slightly shaky as they speak, a lopsided smile on their arousal-flushed face. they can feel their own thighs heating up with desire.

a whimpers, coughing sharply as they lean against b’s chest. b’s warm, soothing chest.

“i know.. i’m sorry..”

“don’t apologize. that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done..” b grins widely, scooping a up into their arms.

they’d have to leave early, but b isn’t complaining.. because now their partner is a vomit-soaked, sweat-drenched mess - completely at b’s mercy.

with a kiss to a’s head, b whispers again: “you’re so pretty when you’re sick. don’t worry. i’ll help you when we get back home.”

#aaaaaaa so good #barf #belch #emeto kink

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gorgeous

Dettifoss waterfall

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#rainbow #waterfall

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Nice hurl

A favourite of mine!!

I so badly wanna be her

#vomit kink #emetophilia #vomit vid

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🤮🥵

i want to find him reclined back in his computer chair, legs and arms spread, trying desperately to give his overstuffed belly as much space as possible while it struggles to digest the large dinner he's barely managing to keep down.

i want to crawl on his lap while he's stiff and bloated; i want to give him more. let me rock in his lap, one hand helping to guide his next bite to his mouth, the other to stroke the side of his belly. until it's all too much for his poor churning tummy to handle,

groaning and panting and gasping through every moan, so nauseous and queasy that his mind is only occupied with how he can possibly stave off the urge to throw up, until it catches even him off guard when a gush of vomit is hiccupped passed his lips, eyes wide as another wave comes spewing out, copious and chunky just before a sniffly moan cuts off into another bubbling lurch, his sick more liquidy and creamy as it shoots out of him, onto my lap, his lap, he's shaky and burpy and nervously whispering that he's not done, he's so sorry but he's not done—, watching him try and cover his mouth as his shoulders heave, hoping that it would be enough to keep everything else he ate from coming right back up...

#emeto #vomit kink #i want to hear it so bad

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Tummy flu nice!!

emoto + scat //

someone who's really, really backed up down there, who's all bloated and achy with a distended waistband, and they haven't felt all that great for a few days, and then they wake up one morning feeling nauseous and bubbly with their tummy rumbling and gurgling especially angrily. they aren't that hungry and don't feel very good all day, even moreso than when they usually get constipated, and everything is a bit more sensitive than usual-- eating a full lunch makes their guts grumble and churn unhappily, their head hurts and they shiver.

on the train home they start to feel truly ill. as it rounds a corner to the right, their full belly moans and sloshes to the right. as it curves to the left, they let out a wet burp and try to surreptitiously pat the unhappy mass of their distended belly as the contents slosh to the other side, and then they let out a small, whining fart as their guts shift. it jerks to a stop and their whole system bubbles and shudders and groans. they look a little pale and greenish in their reflection. they burp and fart again, a little louder this time, although they still are trying to be surreptitious, and again they try to rub their belly to soothe it, but it's even more upset and they feel more motion sick than before.

they sit miserably feeling their belly moan and churn in time with the train until it comes to their stop, and they carefully stumble out, letting out a couple farts with their footsteps. they feel like they're waddling a little with how much is inside them, like a slow, heavy blimp, and when they get home they decline to eat dinner and instead huddle in bed with a heating pad laid over the massive curve of their stomach-- now it feels like its churning without them even being on a train. they burp and rub it gently in the dark, feeling sick, then slowly nod off to sleep.

when their partner comes to bed, their belly is churning and moaning so loudly that their partner reaches over a hand and rubs it gently; its so distended that the sickie's button up pajama shirt is straining to keep it in under the heating pad. they carefully rub it from the belly button down, and feel their partner's guts shift angrily and bubble. a sickly burp comes from their partner's mouth-- they truly do look greenish.

"Harder," moans the sickie. their partner didn't realize they were awake. "oohh... I don't feel so good..."

their partner rubs in a clockwise motion, moving the heating pad and unbuttoning the straining buttons from their shirt. their whole guts bubble and churn and shutter under their fingertips. a fart eases its way out of the sickie, alongside several burps; then, their partner presses lightly on the shuddering, aching mass, right by their belly button.

the sickie sits straight up, eyes wide, and projectile vomits up a violent torrent of puke all over the blankets; then, they pull back the covers and throw their legs over the side of the bed, and when they stand they let out a long, wet fart as diarrhea thats been churning in them for days starts charging for the exit. they slap one hand over their bulging cheeks and sprint to the bathroom, but don't get there in time and puke violently in the hall, and with another loud, wet fart their stomach starts to erupt from the other end into their underwear. they keep running, another heave coming quick, and this time make it to the toilet and yank down their soiled pants and grab the wastebasket. then, their whole body heaves, and they explode from both ends, a violent waterfall of projectile vomit hitting the trashcan and a bubbling spew of diarrhea hitting the toilet. their stomach and intestines roar and churn and their body heaves again, and again, bubbling and farting and burping angrily, and the sickie only has time to moan softly and grip their cramping stomach before another tensing, full-body barrage makes them pitch forward into the wastebasket again, their intestines exploding from the other end. their partner rubs their back and coos and feels their muscles tense for another violent, angry deluge, and they moan again and cough and burp miserably.

"...Ohh god..." they say, gagging again, "Ohh... I think I've...uuurrpp... I think I've got the stomach flu or...uuuppuhh... some kind of bug..."

their partner nods. they dry heave and fart and their stomach moans and bubbles again, and then the dry heave turns into another vicious heave and another wave of vomit comes out, and eventually it goes into a dribble. the sickie clutches their belly and groans as it sloshes and churns like a washing machine.

their partner cleans up the mess as they sit moaning softly on the toilet for another half an hour, occasionally leaking a little more from each end; then they help them into the shower. their poor tummy is wrung out, but somewhat deflated, although still churning and popping angrily; they shuffle back to bed in fresh pajamas with a lined bowl to puke in, anticipating another mad rush to the bathroom for their intestines. the virus is raging inside of them now where it had been simmering for three days, and now that it's in full swing it's going to be a long night indeed.

#barf #nausea #throw up #puke #vomiting #emetophilia #illness #belch

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urrrp. She let up a Chinese food smelling belch in her sleep. I was still awake and heard it. She is adorable I thought as her belly began making gurgling sounds. “Honey think I got that barf up bug. Need ta arrrrp up chuck.” “Oh honey let’s get you a puke bucket.” I said as a belch exited her tummy. I grabbed it from a drawer . Ok baby barf up the lo mein and dumplings and rice in da tummy. She heaved and barfed everything up in about 6 hurls. She barfed off and on all night saying it was hitting like a volcano. I was wet watching her and had the most massive magical 🍒s of my life.

#throw up #barf #emeto #nausea #illness #belch #sexy content #emetophilia #puke #vomiting

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Nice 👍🏻 hurling. Wonder what they ate to make that belly full of barf reappear

Being sick 🤢🤢🤢

#throw up #barf #nausea #emeto #vomiting #puke #emetophilia

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Nice big barfs

Alexis has a big night out.

As she ascended on the long RailCorp escalator, Alexis excitedly looked forward to another Friday night out at the Limo Bar. Behind her, the underground train platform slowly disappeared, and the brightly lit concourse came into view above her. The City East train station was the last stop on the underground line, and it led to the middle of the Downtown entertainment district of Port Sirius. The lower platforms dated all the way back to the 1940s, and had changed little.

It was only a block and a half to the Bar, which occupied an ancient industrial building at the edge of the financial district of Port Sirius. The Bar was really three bars, downstairs, and upstairs was Maximum, a thumping dance club. It was named the Limo Bar because, prior to decades when it was either empty, or a Persian Rug saleroom, it had been an auto shop and luxury Car Hire business. Despite her tender age of 22, Alexis had been frequenting the Bar since it was legal for her to do so, and she always felt safe and out, when she was there.

As Alexis, looking boyish yet feminine with her short dark hair and open, inquiring face, approached the Limo Bar, she could hear raised voices. To her surprise, the voices were familiar ones. Up ahead, next to the front doors of the bar, Joanne and Harriet were in a tense and difficult confrontation. Harriet, or Harri, had always been a special friend to Alex, where her older partner, Joanne, was colder and somehow indifferent. Now, the pair were in a shouting match, with the older woman on the offensive.

‘No!! Not interested. You can find somewhere else’.

‘You can’t do this’.

‘Screw you, Sweetie, I already have! It’s my place, so I can change the locks. And you can go to hell!’

At this point Joanne stormed off, leaving Harri at the steps of the bar, shrieking out loud obscenities. A small crowd was staring at the action. Slowly approaching the entrance, Alexis was soon spotted by Harriet, who had now ceased yelling out, and was beginning to calm down. They exchanged smiles.

‘Are you OK?’

‘Nope. But let’s not talk about that’.

Keen to get to her favourite stool, at the small bar at the rear of the ground floor, Alexis went inside, closely followed by Harri.

‘I’m really sorry you had to witness that’.

‘Don’t worry about it’.

‘No, seriously. It was not OK’. Despite saying that she did not want to talk about it, she obviously did, and was going to.

While Harriet was explaining the break-up in forensic detail, leaving nothing out, Alexis fondled her drink, taking slow sips every now and again. Her regular was gin and tonic with bitters and a twist of lemon. Given the prices they charged at the Limo Bar, and her modest earnings in retail, Alexis had to make every drink last a long time. As Harri droned on and on about the end of her coupling with Jo, and the unfairness of it all, Alex stared at the décor, and the swelling crowd of lesbians.

It was often fun for Alex to survey the crowd at the Limo, as she contemplated what she found best to look at. While Harri was going on and on about Jo’s sins, and downing shots of various spirits, she observed the mixture of fems and butches, tops and bottoms, and also the many who, like herself, were a little bit of everything. There were familiar ones, and there were others who she had never met, and the atmosphere was always good.

Some might have resented Harriet’s tirade that night, but Alexis was secretly attracted to the cute brunette, who was only a few years older than herself. The age difference might have been one of the things that doomed her and Joanne. At least, that was Alex’s theory.

‘Hey Harri … do ya wanna dance’. It was more of a command than a question.

‘Umm … Ok … yep, that would be cool. I could … *hic* … do that’.

The pair made their way up the stairs to the big dance club, and even though Harri was unsteady on her feet, Terri the bouncer knew them both, and waved them in.

An hour later, Alexis and Harriet were back in the downstairs bar, sitting on one of the plush lounges which lined the long side wall. While Alexis tried to unobtrusively touch and stroke the other girl, Harri was quaffing another drink, and begging Alex for her help.

‘Oh Alex, I’m in … in … a bit of a … *URP* … a bit of a tight spot. Y’know’.

‘Tell me everything’. She wanted to draw it out, while her hand probed the older girl’s thigh.

‘Got nowhere to go … *URP* … nowhere to … um … I’m homeless’. Harriet was obviously as drunk as a skunk, but Alexis did not care, because it was so nice groping her. She allowed her lamentation to continue for a while.

‘You can spend the night at mine, if you need to’.

‘Oh! Thank you, yer the besht’. She gave Alex a big boozy hug. It was chaotic, but enjoyable.

By the time it was just past eleven, Harri was completely wasted. She had spent all of her cash on fancy drinks. Meanwhile, Alexis was feeling a warm buzz, and had managed her drinks frugally. This was just as well, because they were ready to go, and Harri would clearly be useless. She could not afford a rideshare, and Harri was in no fit state. The last train was in about twenty minutes.

‘Come on, Harri, lets get you down to the station’.

Half-dragging her friend down the sidewalk, Alex managed to get them to the train station.

‘Have you got a MetroCard? No? I didn’t think so’. She used the last of her credit to buy a ticket at the machine.

As Alexis wrestled her paralytic buddy through the turnstiles and onto the descending escalator, she reflected on her situation. She was living in a small two-bedroom apartment in the new Grover Towers complex in Sherwood, which she could only manage because her father paid half of the rent for her. His generosity, if it could be called that, was mostly from guilt, after he had left her Mom, for his assistant at his accountancy firm.

The reason why this was on her mind, as Alex held Harriet up on the long descent to the platform, was that her Dad seemed to have a problem with her sharing the apartment. He had made it clear that overnight visitors were OK, but not waifs and strays and persons in need. Her job did not pay well, and she really needed to keep the old man on side.

‘I don’t feel so good’.

They had arrived at the platform, and Alex propped Harri up next to one of the huge square steel pillars which dominated the lower levels of the station. She did not look good. Not at all.

‘Just stay there, OK’. Alex went along the platform to get a closer look at the grime-covered Next Train indicator. Good. Theirs was not due for another seven minutes, and it was skipping most of the stations before Sherwood. She turned, and noticed that Harriet was leaning heavily on the pillar.

As Alexis approached her wasted companion, she heard her emit a long burp. Then Harri began brushing away her hair with her free hand, as she seemed to be hiccupping. She leaned further forward, and it suddenly dawned on Alex, that there was about to be an unpleasant event.

Making a small hurking noise, Harri spat out some clear gelatinous saliva, and then moaned. Now, Alex was behind her shoulder, and she began to gather up her friend’s hair.

‘It’s OK, just let it out. Just relax’.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, then Harri gave a shudder, and heaved, and a tiny thin dribble of watery sick poured onto the ground at the foot of the pillar. It made a small puddle. Breathing heavily, she moaned again.

Nothing happened, at first, except for a burp, a dry retch, and another burp.

“It’s OK, I’m here’. Alex was planning what to do when their train arrived. She did have an emergency plastic bag stashed away. It would have to do, because they could not miss the train.

Just then, following a low groan, Harri suddenly blew a large fountain of vomit all over the platform, simultaneously stepping backwards, as chunky yellow puke splattered everywhere. It was over in a matter of moments, creating a wide splatter puddle. There were long rays of lumpy splat, making an aura on the dark floor, and Alex was worried about her shoes.

A shocked silence descended on them, and the few others waiting for the train studiously pretended not to notice. But it did not last long.

Leaning even further forward, Harri heaved a second time. Her cheeks bulged, and an avalanche of lumpy throw up blurted forth. Wave after wave of the stuff projected down, in a seemingly endless outpouring of yellow fluid. It made a series of loud splattering noises as it met the ground, at the bottom of the square pillar.

There was another silence, and Alex nervously glanced at her phone. The train would arrive soon.

Before Alexis could think about the train, however, she had to focus on holding Harriet’s hair, as she unleashed yet another gigantic gushing flood of increasingly chunky vomit. It was the biggest puke yet, and when it was over, the mass of fresh wet sick at the base of the pillar was vast. It had a large round crater in the middle, testifying to the force of the latest torrent of sick.

When the headlights of the train appeared in the tunnel, Harri was puking up a few more mouthfuls.

‘Come on, get yourself together. The train is here’.

‘Oohh … sorry. I … I think I’ll be OK’.

The vomit smell had been incredibly strong, and when Alex dragged Harri onto the train, and sat her down with the plastic shopping bag, it was a relief. Nobody else was in their part of the carriage, to witness Harri retching and puking into the bag, or to notice that it had a small hole, and dripped.

Before too long, the train emerged from underground, and it stayed at street level until just before Sherwood station, which was beneath the famous Sherwood Mega Mall. As they left the train, Alex deposited the disgusting bag into a bin on the platform. Unfortunately, Harriet was still almost legless, and had to be helped along the exit to the street outside.

The big Grover Towers apartment building was a short distance from the Mega Mall, but about halfway there, they had to stop. Leaning on a bollard outside the pharmacy, Harriet was groaning.

‘Oh no … here it comes …’

She bent double, and heaved. There was a blur of yellow movement, as another surge of sloppy sick poured out of her open mouth. It made a pile of lumps and chunks and slush, right there on the sidewalk. After a hiatus, she repeated the puke with a second one, and the pile grew. She was leaning on the bollard, panting.

Eventually, feeling much better, Harri suggested that they could complete their walk. They left behind them a big yellow pile on the sidewalk.

In the elevator, Alexis was in a state of panic because of her fear that Harriet might repeat her recent performance. Happily, the lift remained vomit free. Plonking her inebriated friend on the sofa, with a plastic bucket in her arms, Alex made the bed in the spare room.

When Alexis was putting Harri to bed after undressing her, the brunette tried to kiss her. She gently resisted her.

‘Maybe tomorrow. After you have brushed your teeth. Several times’. Part of her did want to take advantage of the situation, and have sex with Harriet, but the thought of all the puking was a buzz kill, and anyway, she knew it would be wrong.

As Alex lay awake in her own bed, she wondered what to do about her unexpected house guest. She would need to get rid of her, to avoid problems with her controlling father, but she was so cute. Adorable, in fact. She thought of Harriet’s lovely body, closed her eyes, and slowly slid her fingers down to her moist vagina.

#emeto kink #girl vomit #emeto #puke #vomiting #drunk

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M hurling

I was hanging out with a guy friend and he is big and can load up his tummy with food. Well anyway he ate 2 pizzas 3 xl fries had 4 sodas 2 large milkshakes a 6 pack cupcakes bag of chips a big salad a banana 6 strawberry’s 4 large candy bars: peanut butter cups, mounds, Kit Kat and a bunny from easter. He also had lasagna and a sandwich of ham cheese vegetables olives peppers tomatoes onions. And 6 beers. I’ve never seen anything like it. I just had a burger and mango and small shake. We watched a movie together and he had a bag of popcorn. His belly was making cute blorps and gurgles and he was making loud long belches. It was cute not to mention sexy. By 1/2 way through he made some wet burps and the gurgling was worse. He was sweating and his belly was bloated. He looked at me and said I think I filled up too much. And I was like I have never seen anybody eat like that. I left the room and came back with a see through bucket. I was just in time as he started to burp and gag and his tummy hitched. I just watched as he blew his big chunks of hardly digested food. I had my hand on his belly watching as he puked I was saying comforting words to him. In between pukes of very poorly chewed food, he goes you are urrarrup enjoying this. Just touch yourself already. So I was. He pulled down his pants and he is pretty kinky and had a diaper on. He goes I got to piss. I pulled it away from him enough so I could see. He made the loudest hiss I have heard ever. It was big and he started barfing up again as his piss was about 1/2 way. He barfed and filled his bucket. I ran and grabbed another. His cock was nice and big and hard. He shot a load in his diaper as he finished emptying his belly. He said tasted the same as when it went down until I barfed lunch then it was sour because of my 3 margaritas. Barrrrurp. One more chunky projectile puke of his burritos came out and he was done.🤮🥵. I cleaned up the puke buckets getting a really nice view of barf and smelling the ripe cheese smell with alcohol. I’m in bed next to him in case he needs to barf again. Right now his tummy is gurgling tons trying to digest the little bits left and he just pissed again. This is like the 4th time in 3 hours. He really filled up on liquids. It’s funny 🤭 and cute all at the same time because he is asleep and has piss flowing.

#throw up #emeto #nausea #barf #emetophilia #vomiting #puke #belch #diaper pee

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Nice big amount of barfing

Emetophilic Vomit Collection Vol. 3 Ep 15

This has to be his best one yet. He tries to eat five canned oysters and chug  beer, but it obviously doesn’t work out with his sexy stomach and it all comes back up eventually, and he vomits a LOT! He is shirtless so we can see his hot, round belly as it convulses with every gush of vomit he brings up. This and the sounds of the vomit really drive me crazy. I need this daddy in my life so badly.

Contents & Reason: His stomach did not want a mix of canned oysters and Famosa Lager beer inside it.

https://youtu.be/HI6h_EIXh2o

#emeto #throw up #barf #nausea #vomiting #emetophilia #puke

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Lovely 🥰 sounds and nice barf

it's been a while

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puke

my tummy is gurgling

The nausea has said hi

it’s spinning inside

Aaarp

Barrrp

The heavenly burps have come

I gag

I retch

my tummy hitching

hot sour puke

falling from my lips

splashing in water

I feel good

euphoria has fallen

I’m wet

I go to masturbate

#throw up #emetophilia #poem #nausea #barf #sexy content

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this is audio one of three, if anyone’s interested I can always post the others <3

this is from earlier today. i was so fucking sick, I threw up at least five or six times in an hour-ish, and I’m still not completely feeling okay yet

i’m pretty sure I have some sort of flu

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Very sexy

i want to hear my cute sickie quietly groan. we're in the back of the car going home and they're carsick again. trying to hold it back, but you know they never can. they always end up making a mess.

i want to scoot in closer and run my hands over their gurgling tum, their chest, their tensing throat as they swallow back a queasy gag. they're so sick, in the dusk light they really do look green. pale and delicate, lips parted slightly as they breathe hard and make little noise.

i want to push my lips against theirs and make out, kissing deeply, making them moan in pleasure and nausea. they gag again, not quite able to hold back this time. i want to feel their round tummy hitch against my crotch and they spill hot puke down both of our chess.

i want to keep kissing and fondling them even as they let go and begin vomiting everywhere. lick and kiss at their chin, their cheeks, their hot and sticky lips between bouts of sick. i want to hold my hand against their chest as they retch noisily, feel the chunks rocket up their throat until puke comes running out, over and over with every turn and bump of the car until they're empty. a messy, beautiful burpy sickie left to lay in my arms,exhausted,until i carry them into the house.

#emetophilia #vomiting #puke

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Mmmmm

Discovering New Appetites (Rayne/Demi)

Title: Discovering New Appetites Characters: Rayne/Demi Summary: The girls spend the day in bed, nothing but lingerie, junk food, and a little idle curiosity about their sexual appetites.  DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC INCLUDES STUFFING, VOMITING, AND IMPLIED INTERCOURSE! 

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“Okay, thin mints, ice cream, and cupcakes acquired. Anything else?” Demi asked, setting the tray of things on the bed between she and Rayne.

The shorter woman paused a moment before sheepishly replying, “Milk? A big glass? Need something to cut the sweet.”

Demi nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll be right back.”

It was raining relentlessly outside, the constant downpour hitting the window in a relaxing rhythm. With the weather so dismal, and the two of them having the day off, they girls had decided to stay in bed and eat junk food while they watched television. As Demi’s schedule had picked up lately, they hadn’t had a lot of time together as of late, and Rayne was more than ready for some snuggles and snacks.

She grabbed a sleeve of the thin mint cookies as well as the remote, and channel surfed for a while. There really wasn’t much on this early in the morning, and eventually she just settled on an Impractical Jokers rerun marathon. She knew Demi really liked watching the guys make fools of their selves, and Rayne couldn’t deny that she had grown fond of their antics herself.

Demi returned in no time with two large glasses of milk for them to share and climbed back into bed with her. “Bras, panties, and junk food. There should be a holiday for this kind of shit.”

Rayne chuckled, laying back against the pillows as she popped the cookie into her mouth with a soft groan for the taste. “I concur.”

The morning would creep by as the two of them cuddled against one another, sharing the carton of chocolate ice cream until it started melting more. Rayne commandeered it then, sitting it between her legs with a quiet squeak for the shock of cold, and began eating it in earnest.

Demi found herself stealing glances occasionally, distracted from her snacking just to kind of watch Rayne eat. There was the quietest bit of pride to see the way she could eat impressive amounts at once, and more than once Rayne would catch her and eat that much more just amused at the way Demi blushed.

“Do you…like me being all disgusting and stuffing my face like I’m not already fat enough?” Rayne asked, her hand finding her belly that had started to bloat. Demi leaned forward to kiss her stomach. “There’s nothing at all disgusting about you eating. It’s taken years for you to get comfortable enough to eat like this around me. It’s kind of a complement…to know we’re in this place. Plus…your tummy is cute.”

Rayne smiled bashfully. “You just love everything about me, don’t you?”

“That’s fair to assume.” Demi moved to lay her head on Rayne’s thigh, staring up at her with a love-sick expression in her eyes. “I hope that you’ll soon come to realize that’s not such a bad thing. That you’re not as bad as you think you are.”

Rayne blinked away happy tears, grabbing another sleeve of thin mints to chew on instead. Demi let the silence hang comfortably between them, turning her attention back to the television. She closed her eyes to feel Rayne’s fingers begin to slide through her hair and dozed off.

Demi wouldn’t wake for another hour when she felt Rayne shifting beneath her. Making a quiet contented noise, she rolled over to gaze up at her, just to find Rayne’s stomach looking painfully bloated, hanging over the lace waistband of her panties. Her lover grunted a little, rubbing it and belching softly. “Fuck…sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…”

“Hey, don’t be. Not feeling well?”

Rayne nodded toward the tray, the ice cream, two boxes of cookies, and two glasses of milk all entirely gone. “Ate too much.”

“Aww, babe…” She sat up fully, pushing the tray out of the way to gather Rayne against her. “Want me to rub it?”

“Please? It hurts…”

Demi touch was soothing as she took over gently rubbing her sore stomach, it hard beneath her touch. Rayne groaned softly, the weight of her hand forcing up a belch. “Sorry.”

“It’s entirely fine. I want you to feel better.” Demi looked away, trying to mask the heat that had risen to her cheeks, and unexpectedly, between her thighs.

“You’re disgusted.” Rayne sat up, starting to move out from beneath her lover’s touch. Demi reached for her gently.

“I’m not.”

“You won’t look at me.”

“It’s not that.” Demi shifted some, unsure of how to say it.

“What is it love? Was it something I did?”

Demi was silent a moment before she rubbed the back of her neck embarrassed. “I don’t know how to say this. I’m more afraid of weirding you out.”

Rayne canted her head a little, her hand on her stomach as it gurgled uncomfortably. “I don’t understand. Love. You stuck your fingers down my throat, I don’t think you could ever gross me out.”

The heat flushed through Demi again, and she covered her face. “God, what is wrong with me?” She took a deep breath. “It….I guess…What I’m trying to say is…”

She felt Rayne’s fingers brush against her hand.

“Rayne, I think I’m turned on by you eating like this? Um…I like comforting you when you get tummy aches, but the idea that you might…throw up or even better…need my help to throw up again…” She swallowed dryly. “It’s got me wet.”

Rayne blushed several shades of red against her tan skin, unsure she had heard her right. “This is turning you on?”

“I know…gross right?”

“Not at all, Demi. You have a kink. It’s not the end of the world. I like feeling full like this, and um…” She smirked. “I’m not going to lie. You holding me and making me throw up was kind of hot. I think I like the rush of the release, especially since I don’t normally throw up.” Rayne gently squeezed her hand. “Maybe…we can push it? See if you can get me to throw up for you?”

Demi squirmed a little, shifting how she sat. “What do you have in mind?”

“Milk.” Rayne said as she slowly pushed herself from the bed. “I’ll drink until I can’t anymore. Maybe…something will come of it.”

“If you want to rinse one of the glasses in the restroom, I’ll meet you in there with the milk,” Demi offered, standing after her.

Rayne’s heart was racing some as her already upset stomach sloshed from the movement of heading into the restroom. Rinsing the glass out in the sink, she looked at the toilet and then the shower, swallowing thickly.

“Here love.” Demi brought the carton in and kissed her shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Nauseated even thinking about it.” She smiled in spite of the way she felt, knowing that Demi’s eyes were on her spurring her on. “Do you…want me to take my clothes off and try puking in the shower? Less clean up this time.”

Demi thought about it a moment before setting the carton on the counter. “Sure, let me join you in there.” Rayne slipped out of her bra and panties, turning to get the hot spray of the shower going, while Demi disrobed and filled the glass with milk. “So…are you just going to drink this out here til you feel ready to like…get in?”

Rayne shrugged. “I don’t know. It sounds like a good idea anyway.” She blushed. “I can’t say I’ve ever tried to make myself throw up for pleasure.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Demi brushed her cheek. “We can just shower and go lay down again.”

“I want to if you want to…”

“I do…”

“Then it’s settled.” Rayne took the glass and pressed it to her lips, beginning to chug it down.

Her throat tried to resist it already by the last couple of gulps. It threatened to convulse and push it back out, but she forced it down and coughed, handing the glass to Demi while she held her stomach. It gurgled loudly, rebelling against the ice-cold liquid. “Another glass.”

Demi obeyed, filling it quickly and handing it to Rayne, watching her down it like a pro. She grimaced on the end of it though and shook her head. “Mm, oh God. That almost came up on its own.”

“Fuck…” Demi murmured warmly, then blushed as she realized the thought was external rather than in her head where she meant it.

Rayne smiled, brushing her cheek. “Go ahead and climb in the shower. I’m going to drink a little more and then you can help me puke.”

It wasn’t often that Rayne took the reins, but it was another level of arousing for Demi when she did. Without questioning, Demi climbed beneath the hot shower, hissing as the water stung her cool skin. “You and your hot ass showers.”

Rayne poured a half a glass, smirking. “You love them, I know.” This time she moved closer to the tub, unsure if she was going to actually be able to finish it. Her stomach sloshed audibly with every step, beginning to churn painfully. “Ugh, I think I’m going to puke before I get this down.”

“You don’t have to drink it…”

It felt like a dare though. A secret dare to herself, a rush to wonder if she’s going to be able to hold it. She pinched her nose and chugged it, giving a harsh, loud retch at the end of it, pale opaque saliva dripping down the side of the tub. “Oh god…”

Demi felt herself clench in pleasure, heat exploding between her legs. “Are you alright?”

“G…give me…” She gagged again, a wet belch leaving her lips. “A moment.” Her fingers gripped the tub tightly, her body beginning to shake. Instead, Demi moved to gather Rayne’s hair back, just in case. After a few moments, the false alarm passed, and Rayne weakly climbed into the tub.

It was muggy, the steam from the hot water almost suffocating, escalating her painful nausea. Sucking in a quick bit of air, she forced herself to blech, trying to fight off the discomfort. Demi brushed her cheek, a finger beneath her chin to prompt her to look up at her. “I hate seeing you suffer. Maybe this kink isn’t worth it.”

Rayne opened her mouth to protest, but instead her stomach twisted without warning, and she pitched forward. A gurgling wretch left her lips as still-cold milk rocketed from her lips and over Demi’s bare chest. Before Rayne could even think enough to be embarrassed, her breath hitched, and she vomited another unrelenting milky wave. She was red from the strain, the strangled noises she made sounding incredibly painful.

“Oh, love! Are you okay?” Demi asked after she recovered from the shock. As much as she thought being vomited on would disgust her, it had done the exact opposite. She had to chide herself as she pushed Rayne’s hair back, watching as she held her stomach in misery as she coughed and choked up a thicker wave of puke. “Get it all up, love. I’ve got you.”

“Sor—eeeeuuuhhhhhh!!!!!!” She gagged loudly mid apology, thick ice cream and cookie vomit splattering the shower floor around their feet. Her eyes watered, her vision blurring some from it and the desperate need she had for oxygen as her puking refused to relent.

Demi just held her against her to help her stand, keeping her hair back while she held her up with a hand around her tummy with the other. “I’m so sorry you’re feeling so poorly.”

“Hrrrrrkkkk!” Was the only reply she got, as another wave slid down Demi’s leg as she expelled it, and then another smaller wave, continuing until she coughed up a burning throatful of bile.

“There you go. Empty?” Demi asked, the shower washing the ick away.

“Can I touch you?” Rayne’s voice was hoarse, but as she looked up at her lover, there was desire in her eyes.

“I’m more worried about you. That was so much, love. You seemed to be in so much pain and—” Rayne’s fingers parted her arousal, slicking with her juices, causing her to groan.

“You took care of me…let me take care of you…”

-Fin

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Emetophile K.aeya Headcanons

warning: these are suggestive! contains emeto and descriptions of vomit, mentions of alcohol. n.sfw hcs will be under the cut!

K.aeya had been into puke pretty much since the first time he's gotten himself drunk. He loves feeling nauseous, be it for being too full, or too drunk, the danger of throwing up out of nowhere is exciting.

Kaeya doesn't usually drink to the point of vomiting, he has enough self-control and, well, a reputation to uphold as the cavalry captain. Whenever he goes to the tavern, be it on a date, or an outing with friends or coworkers, there is always a part of him that is secretly hopeful he will end up drinking himself to the point of feeling sick and someone who happens to have the same kink will love to take care of him.

Insisting he drinks water, and accidentally giving him too much of it, sugesting he eats even though both of them know he won't be able to keep it down. Urging him to empty his stomach because he will feel so much better afterwards, then helping him get it all up, either with fingers or belly stimulation, thoroughly enjoying the mess he is making.

Kaeya likes, and often needs, to have his hair held for him when he pukes. It is long enough to get in way of almost anything, but he almost never has it properly tied, or a hair tie on him, for that matter.

Despite all that, Kaeya dislikes hangovers as much as the next guy. Headaches only get in the way of him feeling horny while nauseous, and the food doesn't exactly have the same effect when he can't even taste it properly. The worst part of it is that he is yet to find someone to stay with him past a one-night stand. Kaeya has also, more than once thrown up in his sleep, and he hasn't enjoyed that at all.

What Kaeya loves the most is the sounds someone's very full stomach makes when they are right about to puke. That sound of liquid rushing up someone's throat, the watery puke almost tearing through. He also loves the panting and groaning they would make between bouts, the short but almost euphoric moan of relief they let out when the stomach lightens. The sound of heavy breathing echoing inside the toilet bowl. Kaeya isn't sure which is the best: the built-up or the release, but he surely does love seeing someone trying to deny the inevitable.

For him the best texture is watery but lumpy. The mixture of alcohol with barely digested bar food, heavy and greasy, all mixed into small bites littered through a puddle of puke. That might be the most common thing he has had to spew. He tries not to let it show too much, but whenever he finds one of those, he is excited to guess what did this person eat to produce the splatter, thinking about the food coming up and how it might've looked before.

mentions of oral sex ahead! (i rarely write anything smut so please be gentle with me 😭)

Messy sloppy blowjobs! He loves getting to fuck someone's throat until they puke all over him. He might get too carried away, and end up being a little rough (consensually!). Holding his partner's head down as he pumps his load down their throat.

After all that though, he is the most lovely caretaker you will meet.

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