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invisible-key · 5 months

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Sick in Public - part 1 (original version)

I rewrote this story into first person POV for the sake of consistency, but I'm leaving the original version here in case someone preffered it!

New version can be found here!

Kinks: emetophilia, (a little bit of stuffing?)

OCs: Bernie

Summary: Emetophiliac Bernie purposefully vomits in public.

(Warning: Bernie is a fucking degenerate. And so am I. xD Contains detailed description of nausea and vomit as always.)

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Bernie had been feeling unwell since morning. So, naturally, he decided to go shopping.

It had been two years and three months since Bernie was last naturally sick so he was very happy. He couldn't wait to experience throwing up without having to stick fingers down his throat. He thought it would be very different and exciting.

It was also the perfect opportunity for one thing: public vomiting. He loved to make a mess in public and watch the worried and disgusted stares of other people. The thought of humiliating himself so profoundly sent tingles down his spine.

He cooked himself spaghetti with minced meat and vegetables. He liked cooking but he especially liked eating. But today he didn't have appetite due to the weird uncertain feeling in his stomach. However, he wanted to be sick so he served himself a larger portion than usual and made himself eat it. He was quite full after that meal, feeling a bit of pressure in his stomach, yet he went to lie on the couch and opened a box of cookies, snacking on them until he completely emptied it.

His stomach was becoming unhappy about being forced to contain so much food. The uncertain feeling has bloomed into a full blown queasiness. Yet he wasn't close to throwing up, which left him disappointed. He wondered if getting down a bowl of ice cream would irritate his stomach more. He went back to the kitchen and took out an open box of strawberry ice cream from the freezer. It was a one litre box but there were only two thirds left as he had eaten the other third yesterday. He got down the rest, the frozen treat definitely not doing any good to his body. He softly trembled with cold and his stomach complained by gurgling.

He could tell he overdid it. This amount of food would have normally been fine for him, at most making him a bit nauseous from overeating, but he must have actually been ill because he already felt increased salivation typical for incoming sickness.

That meant he was ready to go out.

He thought about calling his boyfriend so that he could enjoy this too, but Lionel didn't approve of him purposefully making a mess in public, surely he would try to talk him out of it.

He put on his less favorite jeans - in case he ends up dirtying them - and a brown shirt, picked up his backpack and left for the bus stop. The outside heat exacerbated his nausea. As he stood at the bus stop, he took in deep breaths to try to stop himself from throwing up too soon.

The bus came and he took a seat close to the middle door, facing a large open space meant for strollers. The heat inside the bus was even worse, and he felt like he was choking on the heavy air. As the bus started moving, his nausea rapidly increased. Three stops in, and he wasn't sure he was going to make it to the shopping center. He was salivating again and felt tightness in his throat.

When the door opened at the fourth stop, he wondered if he should run out to be sick on the sidewalk instead of the bus. The amount of saliva in his mouth increased and he started to get up from his seat -

The door closed.

Bernie collapsed back in his seat. He desperately clenched his teeth to try to keep his food down for a little longer. ‘Maybe I'll be able to make it to the shopping center,’ he thought. ‘Only two more stops…’ Yet he couldn't help constantly eyeing the door.

Fifth stop, door opened. ‘It's fine, I can keep it down… ’ he thought as he stared at the open door, ‘only one more stop…’

As soon as the door closed he knew he had made a mistake. He was going to vomit. Now. There was no stopping it, as he took a deep breath and his stomach contracted forcefully, sending a large wave of chunky vomit on the floor in front of him, staining his jeans and shoes. A few people turned to him in shock and hurried to get away from him. There was no time to pay them any mind as his stomach was already preparing to hurl again. He doubled over as more food made its way up his esophagus and through his mouth. A waterfall of liquid mixed with undigested pieces of spaghetti splashed on the floor and his shoes. He only had time to take in a short breath before his stomach spasmed for the third time, letting out a smaller amount of watery puke, which dribbled onto the existing puddle.

He breathed in and coughed. His throat burned and he felt the acidic taste of vomit on his tongue. He sighed and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. He enjoyed the blissful after-vomit relief. ‘That felt so good!’ he thought. ‘Getting rid of the food that was making me sick feels so nice…’

He opened his eyes to look down at what he has produced. He was surprised to find that some spaghetti pieces were a few centimeters long. He thought he had chewed more. When the bus took a turn, the pool of sick started flowing in one direction, people dodging out of its way. He looked up at the people. Half of them were staring at him, the other half pretending not to see him, but everyone had a disgusted look on their face. ‘They all think I'm a gross pig,’ Bernie thought and tried not to smile, despite enjoying himself very much. ‘They see an ugly guy who doesn't even puke into a bag and just pukes on the floor and all over himself. They think I'm so disgusting! The most disgusting person they've ever met! Or are they thinking that I'm super ill? Are they worried about me?’

When the bus stopped, Bernie picked up his bag and trotted outside, leaving a mess on the bus behind him. His clothes were dirty with barf and the people at the bus stop stared at him too. He couldn't help smiling.

He stood in front of the shopping center but he didn't feel like shopping anymore. Instead he crossed the street to wait for a bus in the opposite direction, and went back home, satisfied.

#It's here!#I'm so excited to repost it because it's one my favourite kink fics and I've already written two more parts #emetophilia #emeto writing #my kink writing #male emeto #emetophilic character #stuffing #OC: Bernie #vomiting in public

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yourlocallovesickie · 3 months

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PLEASE tell me theres emetophiliacs out there into king of the hill i’m about to write something DISGUSTING about Dale and Boomhauer buckle up yall

On another note if theres any fandoms that you havent seen a lot of that you want to see some of or think that I might know or be interested in, let me know! Expanding my horizons right now yk

#king of the hill #emeto prompt #sickfic #vomit kink #smut writing #stomach ache #taking commisions #my writing

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randomguy1990 · 1 year

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As emetophiliac, i must admit i love seeing people vomit, but i also feel sorry for them at the same time. Every sickness that causes vomiting is terrible.

My mood swings like a teenager. I was doing more arts when an extremely depressed feeling attacked. It tortures me everyday...

I thought today would be a nice weekend, but it turned out bad, just because of depression and anxiety. I wanted to cry, however, i could not cry in front of my friends and family. I often pretend to be joyful to ease their minds. I really don't know how to explain when they see me sad. "What makes you sad?"... "No idea. It's just.... sad. No reason", and they are like "Wtf man? What kind of joke is that? You are being dramatic. Stop being a sad boy to get attention. You are an adult. Please grow up. Act like an adult will you?"

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secretobsessionstuff · 6 months

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i have a little set of blair/dakota scenes in my head i wanted to put in a request for please!! one night, they come home after a big dinner, overstuffed and cuddly. blair has indigestion but kota helps get the burps out and they go to sleep. but the next morning, blair is still bloated... and she realizes all that old food is about to be burped right back up. (maybe onto the blanket? toilet? cup by the bedside table?) ty ty!!

Hi anon! Thanks for the beautiful request and your infinite patience. 💙

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The only reservation they could make was at 9pm. It was a little late for Blair and Dakota’s liking since they both had work early the next morning, but they booked it anyway because they were craving sushi and conversation with each other after a long day at the office.

The sushi was cold and refreshing, while their conversation was warm and relaxing. Dakota and Blair reminisced over their first few dates while eating sashimi, spicy salmon salad, and sushi pizza. Blair laughed but enjoyed the Canadian invention of making sushi mimic pizza. A fried rice patty acted as the bread, with avocado, crab meat, mayonnaise and wasabi acting as the toppings.

They didn’t linger in the city for long after dinner. Their bed was calling to both of them by the time they cleaned their plates. Blair could have fallen asleep at the table, with the big meal rumbling in her belly. She got that sluggish over-stuffed feeling from all the food. After taking a swig of water to help her stomach digest, she burped deeply into the empty glass. She excused herself with an embarrassed laugh.

Together they stumbled up to the front door of their home, drunk on the lethargic feeling of eating too much. The growing nausea also reminded Blair of late-night drinking. Her cheeks felt hot and the fatigue in her bones made her wobble like an alcoholic.

Blair let out a heavy sigh as she fell onto the bed next to Dakota. Rubbing her full belly she said, “This is why I don’t like eating too close to bedtime. There’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep like this.” She was all bloated and squirmy, wiggling on the bed to find a comfortable position.

Dakota pulled her in close, seemingly determined to make her comfy. “I can rub your belly until you fall asleep.” He supressed the urge to say that he would rub something else and glide his hand passed her belly button, because he sensed that she was feeling more than a little full. Her tummy grumbled loudly, and she curled in on herself. He could feel the organ moving beneath his hand. Gurgles and light vibrations tickled his palm.

Blair pushed her back up against Dakota’s chest so that he spooned her. “Will you rub in big circles like you did the last time? Felt good.”

“Sure.” Dakota chuckled softly into her hair, then shooed the strands away that tickled his nose. “You fell asleep fast when I did that.”

“Let’s hope I do this time.” She burped into the pillow. “Mm, it’s late. I don’t like feeling so full.”

“Shh, just focus on the feeling of my hand on your tummy. Nothing else.” Dakota flattened his palm against her midriff. He circled all the way up to ger ribs and down to the waistline of her pajama pants, occasionally using his fingertips to add a light touch.

Blair must not have found his touch so light because she started to burp as soon as he made one circle around her middle. Her stomach tensed with each build up and release of gas. She shivered, tasting the memory of spicy sushi in the back of her throat. She was glad to be facing away from her boyfriend.

The belches just kept coming. Some were long and deep; others were quick but painful. It didn’t matter the size or intensity in the burps—nothing was making the indigestion go away. Dakota must have sensed her frustration because he gave her tummy a good push. The burp rumbled up from the pit of her stomach and splashed the back of her throat with a something spicy and unpleasant. She immediately shot up into a sitting position, slapping a hand over mouth. Acid reflux and nausea crawled up her throat.

“Sorry, honey.” Dakota pulled his hand back fast. The sound that gurgled in her throat made him worry that he nearly just made her puke. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to make it worse.”

Blair waited a beat before answering. Her throat moved as she swallowed down the close call. “I’m okay. It kinda helped.”

Blair’s pale face and wide eyes gave Dakota a moment’s hesitation. “You sure? It looked like you were about to be sick.”

“For a second I thought—but no I’m fine.” She shook her head to shake off the lingering nausea. It was true, she did almost lose her dinner all over the bed, but then everything settled down just as fast. The massive belch at least helped to bring up the trapped air. She could feel the indigestion losing its grip.

“Really?” he asked, still on high-alert and propped up on his elbows. He abandoned his comfy spot when Blair jumped up.

“Yes, really.” She placed her hand on his chest, easing him onto his back again. “I might be able to sleep now. But to make up for scaring me, I get to lie on your chest.” She was already beginning to find a soft spot between his shoulder and pec, and avoiding his collar bone that sometimes dug into her cheek. After many many nights of sleeping this same way, she knew what would feel best.

“Come here.” Dakota nuzzled his face into her neck and pulled her as close as he possibly could, just short of letting her sleep inside his skin.

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Blair awoke the next morning to the absolute worst taste in her mouth and dried drool on her pillow. She peeled her face off the pillow with squinting eyes that were still adjusting to the sunlight coming in from the window. She felt like she had the flu or something. Her stomach ached as if it were pumped full of rotting food—in a way, it kind of was. It seemed her stomach hadn’t done any digesting while she slept. It simply let last night’s dinner soak and marinate in stomach acid. On top of it all, her belly was still bloated and gurgling painfully.

Dakota must have gotten up earlier because his side of the bed was empty. Blair hoped she could shake him awake, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. She could hear him moving around in the kitchen.

Shouting for him was not an option when her mouth began to fill with saliva. All that food from last night was coming up now. She didn’t have to time to throw off the blankets before a deep belch burst from her mouth. Blair gagged from the taste that coated her tongue—fishy and spicy, and not something she ever wanted to experience again.

Thick strings of saliva dripped off her lips as she continued to burp and gag.

Dakota’s whistling came clearly from down the hall. Blair was happy to have him near when she inevitably puked everywhere, but she was sorry that his first look at her that morning would be of her hunched over, hugging her belly, and gagging on the bed.

“Baby?” Dakota knocked on the ajar door. “What’s that sound? Are you—Oh shit.” Dakota scrambled for something to do as he watched Blair burp up a wave of old, clumpy sushi onto the blankets.

The sick fell like mush past Blair’s lips. The texture alone was enough to make her heave again. She choked up another mouthful of vomit onto the bed. She held onto the duvet so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

“Fuck honey,” Dakota said gently as he came to sit on the edge of the bed. He helped her sit up straighter and rubbed her back. Big circles. Big circles between her shoulder blades and on her lower back until she was able to catch her breath.

“Ugh, I’m not done.” she sniffled and wiped the bile that dripped from her lips. “My belly’s so full still.”

“Do you want a bucket or—” Dakota began but was cut off by Blair belching up another stream of puke. “Oh…nevermind.” He sighed and continued to rub her back. “That’s alright. Get it all up.”

Blair burped up all of last night’s meal until she felt like there was nothing left in her tummy. The organ still ached and groaned even when she brought up the last small wave of partially digested rice and yellow bile. She coughed and sniffled like a mad woman until falling forward and letting her head hit Dakota’s chest.

He quickly enveloped her in a hug. “Oh Bee, that’s not a good way to start the day. Your poor tummy,” Dakota cooed as he slipped his hand under her shirt. With the softest touch, he let his hand fall back into the rhythm of big circles.

Blair allowed herself a few moments to contemplate death inside the hug, until she scrunched up her nose and pulled away from her boyfriend. “Ugh Kota, I have to get up before the smell makes me puke again.”

“What smell?”

“Shut up, this is fucking disgusting.”

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

Blair shoved him off the side of the bed. It was nice of him to pretend like nothing was wrong, but she really would spend the entire morning dry heaving if she didn’t start cleaning. The one good thing about this whole mess was that her stomach would start feeling better now that it was empty; she just had to get away from the puke that was soaking into the blankets.

Dakota helped her wrap up the blanket, ensuring that nothing spilled. Afterword they had the unavoidable debate over whether Blair should attempt to go into the office. It was no surprise that Dakota argued strongly for her to stay home.

“Baby, you’re going to be shaking and nauseous all day. I know you.” He said adamantly. “I promise you’ll be refreshed and ready to girlboss tomorrow if you take the day to feel better.”

“But I’m not even sick sick.”

“You threw up at least three times. By my count that sick sick sick.”

Blair sighed at his ridiculousness. “Why are you like this?”

“It’s a long story.” He took her hands and dragged her back to the bedroom. “It’s going to take all day to explain so get comfy.”

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worldsendgirlfriend · 1 year

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and i need you too you selfish bitch

#Good morning lets get it emetophiliacs

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keepittoyourshelf · 2 years

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SJM is an emetophiliac.

This GIF is an accurate recreation of every other page in the ACOTAR series.

#anti feysand #anti sjm #anti acomaf #anti acotar #anti feyre #anti rhysand #pro tamlin #anti inner circle

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sickficenthusiast · 2 years

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I get the impression that Maria's a lil bit of a chubby chaser. Like not to the extent other people will go but let's just say she enjoys her husband's cute lil tummy just the way it is and wouldn't ever want it to change~ She definitely enjoys it when he's had a good meal and he's bloated and it makes all those cute lil noises as it's hard at work, and will take any opportunity to rub it or touch it at all. I feel like I've written my OG four as belly appreciators (by accident lol), but I think Maria's the only one who gets off on it. Who knows, that might also mean she's an emetophiliac, but because her husband has trauma to do with that she's never gotten to actually explore it. Rory definitely heals a lot in that regard and who knows, maybe that means he's indulged her at one point~

I just really want to have an emetophiliac character lol and I'm just getting the vibe from her

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vxmitboy · 2 years

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Hey just wanted to say thanks to @emetophiliac-emetophobe for the honey and milk thing it worked a little bit ❤️

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leticris · 1 month

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shodansbabygirl · 20 days

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I am not an emetophiliac but I believe in their beliefs

#on the principle that someone who can vom and shake it off like i can should be appreciated for that skill.#vomit does nothing for me but honestly 😔 damn waste of my incredible capacity to get sick and still be like Fine #just like other health issues lead to a contemptible waste of my damn fine ass 😔

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invisible-key · 5 months

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Sick in Public - part 1 (new version)

I rewrote this story into first person POV for the sake of consistency, but you can still read the original version (third person POV) here if you prefer it!

Kinks: emetophilia, (a little bit of stuffing?)

OCs: Bernie

Summary: Emetophiliac Bernie shares his experience with purposefully vomiting in public.

(Warning: Bernie is a fucking degenerate. And so am I. xD Contains detailed description of nausea and vomit as always.)

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I threw up in public

September 20th 2009 | 21:59 | Bernie | My diary

I had a super exciting experience today. Let me tell you!

I woke up this morning feeling kinda unwell to my stomach. So, naturally, I decided to go shopping. :)

Before today, it had been two years and three months since I was last naturally sick so when I started feeling nauseous, I was very excited to experience natural sickness again! I love making myself throw up by sticking fingers down my throat, but natural vomiting is just so different and exciting!

I concluded this was the perfect opportunity for one thing: public vomiting. I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but I love to make a mess in public and watch the worried and disgusted stares of other people. I kinda like the humiliation of it. So I decided to try to get this to happen. :)

I thought that overeating was gonna make me more sick so I cooked one of my favourite meals - spaghetti with minced meat and vegetables. Normally I can eat a lot of this, but today I didn't have an appetite due to the weird feeling in my stomach. But I wanted to be sick so I served myself a larger portion than usual and forced myself to eat it. I was quite full after that meal, feeling a bit of pressure in my stomach, but I didn’t feel sick yet so I also ate a box of cookies. My stomach was becoming unhappy about being forced to contain so much food. I was starting to feel queasy, but I wasn't close to throwing up yet so I went back to the kitchen and took out an open box of strawberry ice cream from the freezer. It was a one litre box but there were only two thirds left as I had eaten the other third yesterday. I ate all of it, and I started feeling quite sick, maybe because it was so cold. I was shaking from the cold and my stomach started gurgling. This amount of food would have normally been fine for me, but I must have actually been ill because I already started feeling the increased salivation typical for incoming sickness.

That meant I was ready to go out.

I thought about calling my boyfriend so that he could enjoy this too, but he wouldn’t approve of me purposefully making a mess in public, surely he would try to talk me out of it, so I didn't call him.

I put on my less favorite jeans - in case I end up dirtying them - and a brown shirt, picked up my backpack and left for the bus stop. The outside heat worsened my nausea. As I stood at the bus stop, I was breathing deeply to try to stop myself from throwing up too soon.

The bus came and I took a seat close to the middle door, facing a large open space meant for strollers. The heat inside the bus was even worse, and I felt like I was choking on the heavy air. As the bus started moving, my queasiness rapidly increased. Three stops in, and I wasn't sure I was going to make it to the shopping center. I was salivating again and felt tightness in my throat.

When the door opened at the fourth stop, I wondered if I should run out to be sick on the sidewalk instead of the bus. The amount of saliva in my mouth increased and I started to get up from my seat-

The door closed.

I collapsed back in my seat. I desperately clenched my teeth to try to keep my food down for a little longer. “Only two more stops…” I thought. “Maybe I'll be able to make it to the shopping center.” Yet I couldn't help constantly eyeing the door.

Next stop, the door opened. As I stared at the open door, I tried to calm myself, “It's fine, I can keep it down… Only one more stop…” But I kept swallowing a lot of saliva.

As soon as the door closed, I knew I had made a mistake. The taste in my mouth grew bitter and I felt intensely sick. My body was preparing to reject all the contents of my stomach. Right now. I couldn't control it anymore, I couldn't stop it. I took a deep breath and my stomach contracted forcefully, sending a large wave of pinkish vomit on the floor in front of me, staining my jeans and shoes. It was the ice cream. A few people turned to me in shock and hurried to get away from me. But I couldn’t pay them much attention since I immediately doubled over as more food forced its way up my esophagus and out through my mouth. This time it was more brown, I think it was the cookies. I only had time to take in a short breath before my stomach spasmed for the third time. A waterfall of reddish liquid mixed with undigested pieces of spaghetti splashed on the floor and my shoes. I retched again, letting out a small amount of spaghetti, which dribbled onto the existing puddle.

I breathed in and coughed. My throat burned and I felt the acidic taste of vomit on my tongue. My stomach has finally calmed down and pleasant relief washed over me. I sighed and leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes. I enjoyed the blissful after-vomit relief. I was feeling so good! Getting rid of the food that was making me sick felt soooo nice!

I opened my eyes to look down at what I’ve thrown up. I was surprised to find that some spaghetti pieces were several centimeters long. I thought I had chewed more. When the bus took a turn, the pool of sick started flowing in one direction, people dodging out of its way. I looked up at the people. Half of them were staring at me, the other half pretending not to see me, but everyone had a disgusted look on their face. They all thought I was a gross pig! They saw an ugly guy who doesn't even puke into a bag and just pukes on the floor and all over himself. They thought I was so disgusting! The most disgusting person they've ever met! Or maybe they thought I was super ill. Were they worried about me?

When the bus stopped, I picked up my bag and ran outside, leaving a mess on the bus behind me. My clothes were dirty with barf and the people at the bus stop stared at me too. I couldn't help smiling.

I was standing in front of the shopping center but I didn't feel like shopping anymore. Instead I crossed the street to wait for a bus in the opposite direction, and went back home, satisfied.

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I didn't want to make the original sickfic too long, but in reality Bernie’s sickness wasn't over!

>> Part 2

(For the record, this story was not written in 2009. I just tried to make it look like a blog post consistent witht the timeline these OCs live in.)

#Bernie's blog #emetophilia #emeto writing #my kink writing #male emeto #emetophilic character #stuffing #OC: Bernie #vomiting in public

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