#cw: emeto ment

[elioneli]

turns out that it might not be great having a fictional race called "Ameto", when there is such a thing as "Emeto"!!!!!! wow!!!!!!!

uhh yeah the race has Nothing to do with that but it's too late to change the name now, I might tag the content with the civilization as Ameto, leading to my accidental filtration into misspelled fetish (?) content!!!!!

[shellxrls]

jj maybank x fem!reader…

warnings: oral (male receiving) / descriptions of vomit and gagging

jj's dick is obscenely large and yet that doesn’t stop him from hooking two blunt fingernails into the cranny between your lower & upper jaw and wedging a handful of his thick digits to blockade your mouth from closing, now permanently gaping around his disgustingly large and leaking cock.

his tip protrudes grossly on your uvula, dismantling any sense of boundaries and invading all your senses, face smushed so far into his pubes you can smell the sweat and grime all the way down to where his mushroom tip is scraping your palate, the scent engulfing your rational thoughts and leaving you feeling bleary and perverse for enjoying this so much.

“ahh,” he motions, “sweetheart you gotta say ahh or ‘m not gonna fit.” you’re trying your hardest, you really are, salt burning into the exhausted tear stains of your watery eyes and reminding you of the painstaking effort it had taken you to even get this far.

jj sighs at your effort, evidently disappointed, following up with a mumbled “like you’re not even trying.”

you’re so stuffed you wonder how you’ve even managed to hear it, but it still leaves your stomach churning with the bitter taste of invalidation, and so you choke past your gag reflex and the biting sting of your overworked jaw to sink down onto his full length.

the noise that leaves your mouth is guttural, throat immediately triggered and closing up on this intrusion, saliva regurgitating itself from the pits of your salivary glands and messing itself into his pubes with slick, throaty noises coming from your violated mouth.

“fuckk me” jj hums, clenching a fist into your hair and forcing you to stay down, utterly consumed by his own pleasure.

you acquiesce, acutely aware of your lack of power to stop your fighting gag reflex and the lunch rocking unsteadily in your stomach.

it doesn’t take long before he’s cumming in spurts, the lukewarm liquid forcing its way down your throat. the bittersweet tang is what finally breaks your composure, forcing you to regorge it back up into jj’s dick slightly milkier, diluted with saliva. you only choke further on this, however, and the overwhelming putridity of the situation that’s invaded your senses set you off a second time, a mix of warm bile and stomach acid swiftly emptying itself up all over jj’s thighs and matting itself in his happy trail and pubes.

you tear up immediately after, fat droplets wetting your cheeks and staining your face from regret, overwhelmed by the situation and entirely distraught.

jj, on the other hand, is clutching his stomach in agitation, the ego trip from seeing you purge yourself on him causing his dick to twitch further and leak out another steady stream of droplets, leaving him groaning in painful pleasure.

eventually he stutters out some consolement, patting the hiccuping-tears out of you softly and promising responsibility to clean you both up — and that whatever you had just done had been one of the hottest things he'd ever experienced.

[wickjump]

horror and killer but they’re underweight due to horror starving for 7 years and coming out of that with an eating disorder, and killer being incapable of figuring out when his body needs to eat and just Not doing that when he needs to

and then there’s dust who eats more than he did as sans because as long as it makes him forget he wants to kill himself he will eat whatever the hell he’s given as a distraction. everything is a distraction to him. and i think that’s fun

it’s okay killer and horror gain weight eventually once horror figures out how to not throw it all up and killer is pressured into a normal eating cycle don’t worry

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

an ame with which it's debatable whether he knows (probably, distantly.) or acknowledges (no) that he's a little *squeak* in the brain but it really throws him off balance when others notice . but he's not subtle... i think you go grocery shopping with him and he's very obviously turning things around to read the back but if he feels like you're staring he starts overheating. 20 minutes later he's still thinking about it and goes "haha yeah did i tell you im allergic to somethingxylathamine-B and gotta check everything for it? that's why i was doing that. by the way. if you were wondering." but you already forgot what he's referring to...

[loujestrous325]

cw: mention of emeto, eye strain, scopophobia

he's your best friend and he'll never let you go.

click for higher quality!

[skelespidey]

i will b purging and slitting over the presidential elections fank yew very muach

[vomcom]

Characters that cough so hard during a coughing fit ,that they just gag and their mouth puffs up as it fills with puke is just top teir emeto material 👌🏾

[remithegayshoebill]

MASSIVE TW EMETO

I just threw up everywhere

i huave bulimaia and a side affect of said buimia is acid refluzx

this time i didnt purge... i swear

itjust kept coming out

over and over

and over again

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i need comfort...

[pisspurveyor]

I will never forget the day I discovered emetophilia (ya know, a vomit kink) because of a Final Fantasy XIV fanfic featuring our least favourite old man Emet-selch. I saw the tag, was keenly aware of said tag, but thought it was a joke because Emet-selch was in the fic.

So of course I read on because it had a very specific rarepair I enjoy, and lo and behold, there's vomit. Vomit everywhere. Vomit on the floors, vomit on deranged white men, vomit as far as the eye can see.

Naturally I'm confused like WHY WAS THIS NOT MENTIONED? I recheck the tags - clearly I missed something.

They warned me. THEY WARNED ME. IT WASN'T A JOKE, IT'S A GENUINE TERM. THEY WERE BEING SERIOUS. WHY DID I EVER DOUBT THEM.

I learned a hard lesson that day: sometimes I do not know shit about fuck.

[gauze-valley]

Whumperless Whump Event Days 3 + 8

no shh no it's not the 18th it's both the 3rd and the 8th of july right now (thank you very much to @whumperless-whump-event for allowing out of order entries lol)

today i bring some Psychic Whump !

oh yeah and also a side of vampire whump to go with it i guess! i don't know if this falls under that since the focus isn't on it, but it's still a factor and I WILL be writing more vampire-focused stuff in the future!

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Prompt: Day 3 - Vertigo, Struggling to Stand | Day 8 - Migraine

CW (doesn't apply to preview): Pain imagery, collapsing due to vertigo, emetophobia warning for mentions but no actual events

Preview:

"I, uh, I don't think I can walk." A twinge of panic shakes his voice. This will always be nerve-wracking no matter how many times it happens, but it's worse now, here, with whatever's trying to reach him. He can still feel that presence crawling all over his skull, skittering down his neck, like it's looking for a way back in.

More under the cut!

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"I know boiler rooms are creepy, but honestly, my money's on that men's bathroom near the second entrance. Four of the reported sightings are-" Nick falls quiet as Tiegan holds up a hand and turns to him.

"There's something here. I need to focus," he explains. At first, it was just an itch in the back of his skull, but as the two continue to survey the decrepit room in total silence, that itch turns to a- it's almost like a tapping, something pleading to be let in, growing in force the longer he ignores it. So he does, before he no longer has a choice, closing his eyes and willing his mind open.

The things that enter do so in a cacophonous rush. Images flicker through his mind like a slideshow on fast-forward, projecting countless faces, and a repeated flash of something that doesn't have one. Each picture is a different scream, a plea, a choking last breath, over and over and over and-

Tiegan takes a deep breath, willing it to stop, almost begging silently. A minute or so passes with all of his concentrated effort and it seems to quiet. Something's still not right in his head, though. The glow of his flashlight burns in his retinas, and then it starts to move. His vision turns and whirls like the floor is tilting underneath him.

"Shit-" Nick catches him under the arms just in time to lower him to the floor before he hits his head. He squeezes his eyes shut on instinct, but he can't hold them still and he can feel the room continue to spin.

"Oh God," he mumbles, a sense of dread stinging his chest as he notices a tight throbbing in his temples, especially the left one. The eye on that side is starting to water.

"You're okay. Don't try to get up," Nick says, and then pulls back and presses on his mic, speaking into the radio. "Victor, can you come down into the boiler room?"

The radio crackles. "Yeah, be right there."

Tiegan winces as light pierces his eyelids a few moments later, the colors all swirling together in the dark. Victor turns off his flashlight before rushing to his side.

"What happened? Migraine?" He asks, though his question is directed to Nick, who nods. "Probably."

"Definitely," Tiegan corrects. The thrumming tension has spread to his forehead, and it's slowly building into an ache. He opens his eyes and immediately regrets it as everything in his field of view divides into doubles on top of that godawful spinning.

"I, uh, I don't think I can walk." A twinge of panic shakes his voice. This will always be nerve-wracking no matter how many times it happens, but it's worse now, here, with whatever's trying to reach him. He can still feel that presence crawling all over his skull, skittering down his neck, like it's looking for a way back in.

"There's so many of them, oh God. It's- there's- they're trying to-" He can't speak. His own voice is starting to rattle his bones and surge in his aching temple. It hurts more by the second, and for a brief but agonizing moment, it builds into a stabbing crescendo, like someone drove a knife through the side of his head. Tears are streaming from both eyes now.

"Shh. It's okay. You don't have to talk if it hurts," Victor assures him, trying to keep his voice as soft as he can. As much as what he's trying to say could be important, keeping him comfortable and getting him out of here is the first priority.

He looks over as Nick. "Should we see if we can get that strong guy from group B to carry him?"

"Too risky," Nick shakes his head. "We'll have to explain the blood if he throws up." The only explanation they could possibly give besides the truth would be "internal bleeding", and outing him as a vampire isn't ideal either.

But it's not safe here. Even if they could say with confidence that this haunting wasn't malevolent, there are still things trying to communicate.

Victor looks back down at Tiegan. His eyes are screwed shut again, though it doesn't exactly help, and he's trembling despite the unnatural flood of heat suffocating his skin. "T? Do you think you can walk a little if we both support you? We'll go slow."

All he can manage in response is a noise of confirmation. At this point, he can't really tell whether the intermittent sensation of something trying to crack a hole in his head and pry it open is the ghosts or the migraine.

[thr4shit]

Kevin's looks like a rainbow threw up on it.

OURS LOOKS LIKE CHILDREN'S BLOCKS DID

HELLO RED YELLOW BLUE BLOG :)

[risemyliege]

part 4 of silly texts between me and my friends projected onto genshin characters, even if it's super ooc and not accurate at all

everything (except for kaeya and diluc. if you ship them dni /srs) can be either platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter to me <3

[sunshine304]

Today's cat event

This is my mirrored shoe cabinet in the entryway:

This is my cat Amy:

Amy likes to sit up on the cabinet because it's a great vantage point and she can feel like Nala standing on Pride Rock:

Today, Amy decided that this would be the Perfect Spot from where to throw up her food.

I made you a nice illustration:

Luckily, I was basically standing right next to it, heard the loud SPLAT! and managed to clean it up immediately. Also, she missed the carpet by about 1 cm. XD

[possibly-in-wonderland]

S0M30N3 S3NT US A LINK R3GARDING THAT S3NTI3NT CH33T0 AND TRANS H3ALTHCAR3 AND I ALM0ST PUK3D.

TH3Y DID IT IN G00D FAITH BUT FUCKING H3LL, R0SW3LL N33DS T0 HAPP3N ASAP S0 W3 KN0W 0UR M00TS AR3 SAF3.

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

"Mom, I frew up."

[habitual-creatures]

Alright, I'm gonna pick you up carefully now and get you in that mass of blankets and pillows, okay?

*She carefully picks him up and hobbles over to the nest, sitting him down in the middle before leaving and coming back with a bucket* If ya gotta puke, do it in the bucket.

~Joanne✒️📖

...Why would I puke?