#vomit kink

[the-duchess-of-domination]

the sickfic to end all sickfics

i will never get tired of a boy going to bed feeling funny and waking up in the middle of the night feverish and horrifically sick.

he tries to brush off his sour stomach and tiredness and lack of appetite. after all, he’s been working long hours and eating the wrong things. a good night’s sleep is all he needs. he hardly touches his dinner and is in bed by 7:30.

he falls asleep quickly next to you, but his temperature rises and leaves him with feverish, confused dreams. you’re awoken by him mumbling deliriously, and when you ask him what’s the matter he starts muttering incoherent sentences that don’t seem to connect or conclude. you switch on a bedside lamp, and examine the pallor of his sweat-slicked face while using your palm to feel his forehead. he’s absolutely burning hot. his eyes, heavylidded, flutter.

“i don’t feel good” he manages to tell you through dry lips. his breaths come shallow and out of his mouth. you feel so sorry for him but can’t help but find him irresistible in such a weak state. you ask him where he isn’t feeling good, brushing back his bangs.

“stomach” is all he says. you probe further and ask him what kind of stomach ache it is, and with a heavy swallow he says “nauseous” and that “everything is spinning.” you lie there with him until his saliva is too much for his own mouth, and you have to help him to the bathroom. you stay by his side until he thinks he’s done.

the next morning doesn’t fare much better. he got sick a couple more times in the night, and is still running a fever. he mumbles incoherent thoughts about having to call into work sick, so worried about having to take a sick day, about how much he’ll be missing at work. he tosses layers of blankets to the floor and removes his pajamas, complaining about how hot it is. within fifteen minutes he is shivering and you have to help him put his pajamas back on.

he goes a couple hours without throwing up, and you suggest crackers. he manages to keep those down, and before long he agrees to a can of chicken soup. when you come to place the tray over his lap, he is lying there staring off into space looking so miserable and pale. you hope the soup will give a little color to his face.

he slurps the soup down to its bottom. you’re glad to see him eating, and after he’s done you take the bowl to wash. as you’re doing the dishes, you hear him coughing. you think he might be trying to clear his throat.

you hear him start to retch.

you leave the sink and come back into the bedroom. his head is hung over a trash can. he looks up.

“im sorry,” he mutters. “im so sorry. i didn’t mean to.”

this sight absolutely breaks your heart. in this woozy state he feels the need to apologize, worried about upsetting or offending you for throwing up the soup you made. you rub circles on his back and hush him as he apologizes again and again and again. after he’s done you tuck him back up, kissing his burning forehead. you sit at his bedside to play with his hair and make him sleepy. he goes in and out of sleep, and senses when you’re not there. when he wakes he weakly cries out for you, begging for you to make it all better. all you can do is pet his hair and shush him, hoping it’ll all be over soon.

#tummy ache #belly ache #emeto kink #sickfic #emetophilia #vomit kink #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump #whump community #whumpee #emeto fic #emeto tw #emeto

[i-think-im-gunna]

Here's the video from a while back that I mentioned. It just kept happening and I could hardly breath in-between vomiting. It just wouldn't stop.

#emeto #emetophilia #belly kink #vomit kink #irl emeto #irl vomit #burping #sickie #puke #upset tummy

[emetosecretplace]

my roommate is out and I am stoned once again so I filled up on chips and water and then vomited into the sink

#emeto audio #emetophilia #emeto #vomit kink #emeto kink #this was really fun even though I couldn't get as much up as I would have liked

[playingsick]

A fave 🥰

#tw: vomit #vomit kink #emetophilia #irl vomit #vomit vid #yt #Youtube

[sickficideas]

sigma has a very sensitive tummy...sometimes the stress is all too much!

#sigma is the perfect puke princess i think #my art #emeto art #emetophilia #sigma #sick art #sicknario #emeto scenario #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #illness #sick #vomiting #emeto #tw vomit #stomachache #burping #vomit kink #vomit mention #nausea #sickfic

[mmmeto]

Desperately horny tonight, so a little story time. Moreso an imagine, if you will:

You’ve spent the entire weekend home with your increasingly ailing partner, and god, are you beginning to question your intentions. Sure, you’ve explored your own interests here and there, and you’ve known for a while that vomit especially gets you going, but watching your typically lighthearted and lively partner slowly succumbing to the effects of a nasty belly bug is weighing you down rather heavily—much like their poor, ailing tummy.

It’s easy at first, ignoring the way your own chest flutters as they finally admit to feeling “a little sick.” It starts out small, with warm cuddles on the couch and your favorite movies playing on the TV while you gently rub soothing circles into their roiling tummy. It’s not until they sit upright, hand hovering over their mouth as their muscles tense beneath your touch, that you begin feeling a little too warm.

It’s probably just lunch, you assure them, hoping to settle things before either of you gets too worked up. Maybe they’d like some water, some more belly rubs? No, they say. No, they feel worse no. They feel sick—pukey sick. They think… they think they’re gonna throw up.

You can feel it building. As their skin pales, their gaze cloudy and their expression strained, your heart begins beating a little faster. There’s an unmistakable heat burning between your legs now, and you almost feel a little sick yourself, sick with anticipation. You don’t want this for them, of course. You hate seeing them suffer, but…

It’s loud, and messy, and it does happen. First you’re crouched in the bathroom, squirming where you sit on your knees, thighs rubbing together subconsciously as you stroke a palm up and down their back and brush back sticky hair from their sweaty face, cooing sweet assurances with a shaky voice. It’s hot, it’s so hot, and you’re desperate to pin them against the toilet rim, desperate to strip them from the waist down and fuck them into the porcelain, feel their belly clench and spasm beneath your hand as you hump them and grind against them, fingers working to get them off as well. But you don’t. You’re hot now, hot and sweaty and horny, but you keep yourself composed.

Hours pass, and suddenly you’re lying together in bed again. They lie on their side, head on your lap, trash bin nearby. A hand strokes through their hair, but your mind is elsewhere. You’ve given up speaking by now, too overwhelmed by the urge to pant and moan and beg, too desperate to encourage them to keep whimpering, keep telling you just how sick and nauseous they feel. Somewhere along the line they seem to take notice, as once you look back down to study their prone frame, your nervous gaze meets their red, glassy eyes. They’re feverish, confused, but they seem worried. They know something’s up, and so do you.

What’s wrong? They say, shaky hand reaching up to grasp you arm gently. What’s the matter? Are you sick? Are you uncomfortable? You seem… hot. So warm. Are you sick? No? Are you okay?

God, how you want to shove your fingers down their throat, holding them by the head and tugging on their hair, forcing your hand as deep down their throat as it’ll go as they squirm in your lap and bring up small, desperate streams of vomit and bile and soft, burpy moans. You want to fuck them silly, watch them choke and gag on your fingers as they helplessly retch up the remaining acid and water that managed to stay down between the waves of nausea they’ve experienced throughout the night. You’re desperate, so desperate…

You’re fine, you tell them. Meanwhile, as they turn away, moaning softly in relief as you rub their head, you slip your free hand past the waistband of your pants.

#emeto #emetophilia #vomit kink #if there’s other tags I should add please let me know!

[bubbly-belly]

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

[bluemoonshadow561]

Sick on Set

Orlan lay on the couch in his trailer with one arm flopped over his aching stomach and the other shielding his eyes from the sunlight poking through the closed drapes. No position he’d curled into stopped his belly from churning. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and whimpered softly, shifting to position himself over the trash can on the floor below.

There was a knock at the door.

“Five minutes, Orlan,” his assistant, Nicola, said. She was about to rush back out but noticed that Orlan was in worse shape than when the director had relieved him for a break while they filmed the scenes he wasn’t a part of. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m gonna puke.”

“Alright,” Nicola said, frowning. “I’ll send for a doctor. Do you think you can make it through the next scene? We’re losing daylight and it’d be a huge help if we could get you back out there.”

Orlan sat up slowly, not opening his eyes. He blew air through his pursed lips and tried to massage away the lump in his throat. He was shivering despite the hot stuffy air. As he stood up and stumbled toward the door, Orlan reminded himself he was a professional and that every day he was living his dream come true.

He retched and vomited on the pavement as soon as he stepped outside. Nicola rubbed his back as he coughed and threw up the meager half sandwich he’d eaten to try to settle his stomach.

Today was going to be rough.

#emeto #emetophilia #vomiting #sickfic #puke #nausea #stomach ache #vomit kink #ill

[i-think-im-gunna]

so sometimes i will get random coughing fits, usually in the morning or at night. last night i had something that already wasn't sitting well and on top of that i was having a coughing fit, which triggered a burping fit which made me so fucking sick. i think i ended up puking like 5-7 times? i had to go lay down and try to suck on a cough candy to try and stop the coughing.

#emeto #emetophilia #belly kink #vomit kink #irl emeto #irl vomit #burping #sickie #eructo #food poisoning #puke #burp #emeto kink #tummy ache #belly ache #sick

[emetosecretplace]

my roommate was out so i got stoned and made myself puke for the first time last night and hoooooly fuck it was hot

I had eaten a small-ish spinach and feta quiche, with some home fries, three breakfast sausages (these were a bad choice on a textural level, and I'll be avoiding meat if I do this again in the future because it came up unpleasantly chunky), and some soda water. This filled me up pretty well, but it wasn't yet an unreasonable amount of food, so I got settled in bed to dick around on my phone for a while without any problem.

About a half hour later, however, my stoned ass decided they wanted a snack and so I had a couple of oreo cookies and a big cup of water, which was what pushed my stomach into uncomfortable territory. I went back to my room and tried to settle in, but I could feel it sitting in my chest, and I was burping little cold splashes of water into the back of my throat every few minutes. I have a really strong stomach, and I knew if I left it alone it would settle on its own, but the weed was making me horny and slightly impulsive, so I decided this was the time to finally try indulging this kink for real.

I put a towel down on my bed — both to avoid accidental puke mess and because by this point I was so turned on that I was soaking through my boxers — and grabbed a big plastic grocery bag to throw up in. Once I was sitting in bed with the bag open under my chin, I started out exploring my mouth with my fingers, running them along my tongue, lightly triggering my gag reflex to get a sense of what it felt like without actually going all the way. By this point, my saliva had gone all thick and sticky from gagging, and every time I tried to spit into the bag it would run down my chin a little because of the angle I was sitting at.

I realized that I didn't want to actually throw up all over my hand, so I grabbed the closest thing I could use to make myself properly puke, which turned out to be a pencil, and began to go at the back of my tongue and throat with more intensity, still leaning back against my pillows. The first few times I was able to make myself properly retch, I backed off too soon and so I was just left dripping spit into the bag while I caught my breath. After a couple of tries, it finally caught, bringing up a small wave of watery vomit into the bag.

I drank some more water, and tried again. This time, I could feel pieces of food sliding up over the back of my tongue and out of my open mouth as I threw up a much longer, thicker wave, that made my gut clench so hard I was bent double, with the plastic bag sitting open on my bed so I could see my vomit pooling inside it.

After wiping my nose, sipping some water, and readjusting how I was sitting, I gagged myself again. This time I kept the pencil against the back of my throat after I started to throw up, constantly triggering my gag reflex while I was already vomiting, letting me bring up wave after wave of increasingly chunky puke into the bag, where I could feel it pooling against my legs through the plastic.

After taking a minute to catch my breath and drink some more water, I made myself puke again. It started out just with the water I had drunk, which shot up the back of my throat and out of mouth still cold, but he next wave brought up a piece of undigested food that stuck at the back of my throat, making me gag hard. I was suddenly throwing up fully involuntarily, vomiting over and over again into the bag on my lap. I think I must have thrown up four or five times just in that bout of vomiting, and by the time I had finally retched up the chunk that had been sitting in my throat, I was shaking, tears streaming down my face from the effort, and more turned on than I can remember ever being before.

I had thrown up so much that it was a couple inches deep along the whole bottom of the large grocery bag, and I didn't want to entirely waste the food I had eaten earlier, so I decided to stop for the evening and clean up. I tied off the bag to make sure it wouldn't leak or smell in the garbage, and went into the kitchen to throw it out and get some water. While I was in there, I vomited one last time, again involuntary, after the feeling of a stray chunk of food in my mouth made me gag. I just barely made it to the sink before throwing up all the water I had just drunk.

And then I cleaned up, went back to my room, jerked off and came so hard I almost passed out, the end.

but seriously, I'd wanted to do this for such a long time, and I'm so fucking glad I did. I have some slight emetophobia going on and I had never been able to bring myself to actually do it while entirely sober, so I knew the only way it was going to happen was if I was high, and I honestly think it just made the whole thing better. I'm hoping to try it again with some better planning on my part, and I might consider recording it if there's any interest, but I won't be rushing into it any time soon. I have a history of falling into weird eating patterns, and I have no desire to make this into a problem for myself.

#emetophilia #emeto kink #emeto #tw emeto #vomit kink

[fav-emeto]

it's been a while

#emeto #emetophilia #sick #vomit kink #irl vomit #irl emeto #Youtube

[playingsick]

Love the sounds and caretaking in this one 😍

#tw: vomit #vomit kink #vomit vid #irl vomit #emetophilia #yt #Youtube

[danafeelingsick]

out of all of the g.enshin men, k.aeya might be the one i'd give the kink™. it just suits him, with how much he talks about drinking wine and how flirty he is.

i just love to imagine him taking a date out for drinks, and of course it wasn't his plan from the start, but what if he accidentally overdid it on the alcohol. then you, his date, would have to, you know, take care of him? hold his hair while he empties his stomach into the tavern's restroom, rubbing his back and holding him so he doesn't fall over or miss the toilet. it seems the booze makes even bolder than what he is usually, the noises he makes are downright shameless, almost like he's overacting them.

he might just let you rub his belly too, whining that his clothes, his corset and leggings, are way too tight, then undoing a button or two. he doesn't miss the way you look at him either. he might lean on you, and let you comfort him after the downright disgusting experience. well, maybe for you. when he's done, he lets you walk him home, resting his head on your shoulders, joking about puking all over you. of course, he has enough control of the situation to not let this happen, even though he is hiccuping and slurring every word. you almost think he might want this to happen~

#all of this to say i've been having emetophilic kaeya brainrot for the longest time #my inbox is always open if you wanna throw any thoughts my way #tw emeto #sick scenario #vomit kink #emeto kink #k.aeya g.enshin i.mpact #sickfic prompts #emetophilia #i guess this classifies as #intox kink ? #tw alcohol mention #drunk puking

[totallyevangelical]

bit specific but I’d absolutely love to hold and stroke and comfort and trembling ill priest on the floor between pews and shush him and coo at him and make sure he doesn’t choke on his vomit when he’s sick ok bye

#evan evangelical #catholicism #religion #catholic #christianity #church #priest #priest kink #heirophilia #vomit kink

[moonlightretriever]

bf who makes you drink lots of water not just to keep you hydrated but because he wants to push on your stomach later to see if he can make you puke

#tw emeto #cw emetophilia #cw emeto #cw vomit #vomit kink

[secretobsessionstuff]

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. 

• • •

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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