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[violight-ghost]

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About

This is where I'm posting all my fetish art, there will be no irl content on this blog.

This blog is like 80% emeto, but sometimes other kinks, such as omorashi, belly stuffing etc...

I'm a 29 years old asexual woman. Feel free to send me a friendly message, I don't bite! :) (But don't try to flirt with me pls, it won't work.)

My content is intended for an adult audience, please don't interact if you're a minor.

General art tags

#my kink art (for my drawings)

#my kink writing

My kinky OCs

I wrote a short introduction to my main four emetophiliac OCs here. (Trey, Bernie, Lionel and Brin) They're major characters in a kink-focused story that I'm writing (it's like a combination of fetish porn and psychological drama), but for now all that I've published are just kink-without-plot oneshots.

I've also recentry created a female emetophiliac named Emily.

I've got plenty of non-emetophiliac other OCs that I might write about at some point too.

List of published fics (under read more)

Emetophilia-centric

Cherries and Milk (Kinks: emetophilia, stuffing; OCs: Trey; Summary: Trey likes to puke. He heard that combining cherries and milk makes one sick, and he's determined to try it on himself, with a generous dose. Word count: 1.2k words)

Sick in Public - part 1 and 2 (Kinks: emetophilia, (a little bit of stuffing?); OCs: Bernie; Summary: Emetophiliac Bernie shares his experience with purposefully vomiting in public. Word count: 1.1k words + ~800 words)

Sick in Public - part 3 (Kinks: emetophilia, stuffing for emeto purposes; OCs: Emily; Summary: Emily has been inspired by Bernie's experience and tries to recreate it. Word count: 1.7k words)

Work Meeting (Kinks: emetophilia; OCs: Shawn; Summary: Shawn starts to feel sick during a meeting at work and ends up vomiting in front of all his coworkers. Word count: ~800 words)

Roller Coaster Ride (Kinks: emetophilia, stuffing for emeto purposes, public sex; OCs: Trey, Brin; Summary: Trey and Brin have some emeto fun at an amusement park. Word count: 2.3k words)

Omorashi-centric

Wet Morning (Kinks: omorashi; OCs: Bernie; Summary: Bernie drinks 1 litre before going to bed and wakes up with a very full bladder. Word count: ~600 words)

[tummysick]

Fellow Emetophiliacs,

When did you learn what your kink was and when did you find out you weren't alone?

For me, I started googling stuff that sort of skirted around the topic and then one day a search brought up a sickfic from the now deactivated wlw-emeto blog on here (miss her). It changed my life and now I'm here with all of you :)

@guiltypleasurehoarder your question about early kink memories inspired me

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

I'm indecisive, which characterization should I give Charlie??

Okay, HELP!

I know I haven't written much for my characters yet, and Charlie hasn't really been introduced, but that's because I kind of got stuck.

You see, initially, I was planning to make her emetophobic, and I don't dislike this idea, but I'm not sure it's the best. I worry that it will make her relationship with vomit too one-dimensional, if that makes sense? And I feel like I would struggle to give her a caretaker role. However, I do have some fics that show this trait that I actually really like.

Anyway, I know I want her to have a complicated relationship with vomit, but now I'm back to trying to decide what kind.

I could stick with the emetophobia, but I'm not yet sure how exactly that would play out.

Or, she could be emetophiliac, but in a very pg way. I will not ever be writing works that are NSFW, so even if Charlie has this kink, that would never be explored in full the way other authors have. So I'm hesitant to approach this, but not opposed to it.

She could also get sympathy sick. I think this would be an interesting path to explore, however I was kind of considering giving Jamie some form of sympathy sickness as well, so I don't know if there would be a better way to do this.

There's also options like certain illnesses that could make her a frequent puker, without too many emotional factors, maybe?

I'm open to ideas and suggestions, because basically, I'm indecisive 😭

I'm making this a poll, because I would love community input, but uhh... we'll see where we go from here. I'm kind of just generally interested too, in terms of which tropes (?) people enjoy reading most, so this will be interesting.

[secretobsessionstuff]

Hi hi, I love your work :D Never really got the nerve to send an ask in to say that tbh. If you don't mind, I have a request for a scenario you could possibly do B) No pressure though!! (If you do end up writing this I don't have a preference for any specific characters, but I'm soft for male characters.)

I'm so soft for scenes where a character is sick, but whoever they tell just don't believe them. I'm also soft for when a character coughs hard enough to get sick. If possible could you write something combining those? Or even just one or the other would be great too!! Thanks :D

Thank you for the request and the kind words!! I'm going with the first option because I too am soft for disbelieving caretakers.

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Shawn was a man of culture. In the Canadian museum of history, he thoroughly admired every bench, chair, and sofa with his scholarly behind. The current gallery boasted an impressive collection of fucking postage stamps. Shawn dropped his head into his hands with an exaggerated huff. Kill me now.

A mass of whining school children flocked past him, not giving a second thought to the pale and lifeless man lounging on the bench. His boyfriend was lost somewhere in the sea of families and tour groups, probably admiring the royal collection of [redacted]. Shawn didn’t care anymore. He wanted to go back to the Airbnb. 

“Are you going to sulk the entire time?” Mateo had asked as the two of them received their admission tickets. 

“I’m not sulking,” Shawn sulked.  

“Yeah, okay.” Mateo walked further on ahead, determined to enjoy the one event he had specifically requested. “I just wish you would get excited over things I care about.” 

Shawn scrunched his eyes up tight, tired of hearing this. “Hon, you know I care.” His voice was weepy with an edge of annoyance. “I told you, I’m just not feeling up to this.” 

“I recall,” Mateo said, not looking back. “Your malaise came on at such a convenient time.” 

It wasn’t Shawn’s fault that his stomach decided to reject breakfast at precisely that time. He couldn’t control the churning in his gut. The eggs and hashbrowns he had eaten earlier floated in a bath of grease in his belly. He swore he could hear the chirping of baby chicks that did not appreciate being digested. They cried out in his stomach, cursing him for scrambling their potential lives. 

A growing pocket of air forced Shawn into a sitting position. As he straightened his spine, the burp easily rose in his chest. The belch filled his mouth with the taste of sulphur, making him shiver. For the next ten minutes, he concentrated on settling his stomach. He was so lost in thoughts of nausea and discomfort that he did not notice Mateo had approached him. 

“Onto the next exhibit, then.” Mateo waited for Shawn to get up. He seemed almost nonchalant, but underneath it was a longing to experience the museum with his boyfriend. He wanted to hold Shawn’s hand as they walked through the halls. Unfortunately, Shawn kept his hands in his pockets and his head tucked into his neck. “I’m sorry the morning is boring for you. I promise we’ll do something fun later.” 

“I’m not bored, Teo,” Shawn mumbled in between burps. He pressed his fist into his mouth, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “This isn’t my first choice of activity, but I really do want you to enjoy it.” 

Mateo swung his hand at his side, purposefully touching his boyfriend’s arm. “I want to enjoy it with you.” 

“I know.” He smiled sadly. “But I am honestly feeling…Just blah.” 

“Blah?” 

“Blahughuh, in fact.” Shawn forced a smirk that didn’t stick because he felt a ripple of nausea move through his belly. “It’s just my stomach—it’s so gurgly and full.” 

“Maybe it will settle down after one more exhibit.” 

“Maybe.” 

“Well, then you will definitely start feeling better after two more exhibits.” 

“…Mateo.” 

“What?” Mateo said playfully, still not totally taking his boyfriend seriously. “Give it two more exhibits. Your stomach probably just needs time to digest. If you still feel bad after that, then we’ll leave.” 

Shawn did not think that was a good idea, but he let his boyfriend run ahead to the next gallery. He lagged behind like a parent watching their child enjoy themselves. He would have smiled at the way Mateo absorbed himself in the history and culture that so many people dismissed, but a smile would not come to his lips. He kept his mouth pressed into a hard line to keep the nausea at bay. 

Something was horribly wrong in his stomach. The queasiness made his throat feel like it was blocked by a lump of clay. How long was Mateo going to take? Shawn didn’t know how much longer he could last. He walked at a zombie-like pace through the gallery, keeping a hand on his bloated middle. Something squirmed beneath his palm. He imagined bright yellow worms, the colour of scrambled eggs, writhing in his belly. 

Saliva filled his mouth, flooding his tongue with a warm, uncomfortable feeling. Fuck, where was Mateo? Shawn staggered about, feeling his jaw grow heavy. His whole body was telling him to get out of there. 

He found his boyfriend in the corner of the exhibit, reading an informational poster on the wall next to colourful minerals. 

“Teo?” he said after swallowing thickly. The mouthful of thick saliva came right back. “I want to leave now.” 

“Fine.” Mateo sighed, not yet looking at Shawn. “Give me two minutes.” 

Shawn whimpered. He did not have two minutes. His belly gave him two seconds after belching wetly into his hand before it forced its contents up his throat. He braced himself on the wall as a deep retch overtook him. 

Sludgy vomit fell past his lips, splattering on the floor with a wet squelching sound. Nearby people gasped and quickly deserted the area. Shawn put another hand against the wall as his back arched again. There was no stopping this now that it started. 

“Whoa shit,” Mateo said, quickly turning around to take in the sight of his heaving boyfriend. A puddle of pale brown chunks had formed at Shawn’s feet. He placed a gentle hand between Shawn’s shoulder blades. “Oh babes, I’m so sorry.” 

Shawn wanted to say something acidic, but his mouth was again filled with chunky sick. He parted his lips to let the rush of vomit join the growing mess. His poor belly gurgled and constricted. Tears clouded Shawn’s vision. He couldn’t stop the flood from coming. Everything had to come up. 

“Ugh, I can’t stop.” Shawn gagged. He sniffled and wiped at his face before the second gag proved productive. More of the bitter tasting crap came up from the burbling pit of his belly. A sob broke free in between bouts. Drool and snot hung from his chin. 

Mateo’s heart squeezed in his chest. “Shh, Shawn, babe. It’ll be over soon.” 

These cooing words did not fix anything. It did not stop Shawn from gagging, nor did it ease the ache in Mateo’s chest. The mess on the floor was his fault. The sobbing mess of a man was also his fault. None of this would have happened if Mateo had listened the first time. They could have been in a private area, probably curled up in each other’s lap, but no. He decided to prolong his boyfriend’s suffering. 

Finally, Shawn coughed and cleared his throat. His chest rose rapidly in attempt to take in more air. “Ugh God.” The words glued to his throat, coming out wet and thick. “That fucking sucked. I feel disgusting.” 

Mateo rubbed his boyfriend’s shaking back. “Come on. Let’s clean you up in the bathroom.” 

They turned around to find a janitor wheeling a mop bucket in their direction. Shawn’s face turned red, and he allowed himself to be ushered away by Mateo. He pushed the embarrassment deep down and clung to his boyfriend for good measure. 

“So, this is what Blahughuh means,” Mateo said while he wiped Shawn’s face with a wet paper towel. 

Shawn hiccupped and mumbled, “I thought I made myself pretty clear.” 

“You did. I’m sorry.” Mateo rubbed his thumb softly over Shawn’s cheek. “I should have taken you more seriously.” 

“Yeah, I shouldn’t need to puke everywhere for you to listen.” Shawn winced at the spasm that went through his belly. “I might need to go again.” 

Mateo raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What did you do to your poor stomach? Did that breakfast place poison you?” 

“That’s a very possible…possibility.”

Mateo pouted at his grey-ish looking boyfriend. He kissed his forehead. “Time to go. I'll get you a bag for the car.” 

“Five more minutes?” 

Mateo smacked his arm. “Stop, I hate myself.” 

[apotheoseity]

emetophiliacs in the audience how do you do it. i feel like a part of me just died

[basofy]

saying this not in an emetophiliac sense but i enjoy drawing vomit

[yourlocallovesickie]

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

[randomguy1990]

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.

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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?"

[invisible-key]

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. 

[morwynposts]

Do any emetophiliacs wanna take advantage of my digestion disorder that makes me vomit 24/7? No? Ok..suit yourself ig……

[perfectwin]

lawlight emetophiliac shotacon incest general whump fan ! :]

i dont talk lawmane rly ever

[secretobsessionstuff]

The Early Days 💜

In the early days of their relationship, Riley tried his hardest not to burp around Madix. Really, he avoided any bodily functions for the first three months of their dating. It wasn’t a big deal—just a slight aversion to showing vulnerability. Definitely not something he needed to bring up in therapy. 

So, imagine his embarrassment when his belly started to gurgle nauseously on their fifth or sixth outing that happened to be a double date with Madix’s roommate. Dakota was very friendly and loud. His girlfriend, Blair, was more relaxed. They wanted to do something more social than a movie, so Madix suggested a boardgame café just off campus. The combination of new people, a colourful environment, and an upset tummy made him dizzy.   

It was early in the evening. The four of them talked about splitting a plate of nachos as long as they kept the cards and game pieces clean. Riley agreed to everything they said, knowing full well that he wouldn’t eat anything. His stomach still felt full from lunch, and the idea of adding greasy cheese to the mix made him shiver. 

“What’s your major, Riley?” Blair asked after taking her turn to play a card. She had a soft smile that made Riley wish he could engage better in the conversation. 

“Um…psychology.” 

“That’s exciting. I almost took psych but changed my mind because…” 

A hot layer of sweat coated Riley’s body when he felt a gurgle move through his intestines. He shifted in his seat, trying to dull the squelching sounds. He caught bits and pieces of Blair’s story, but his attention was entirely stolen by the writhing in his belly. 

This was bad. The nausea and lower stomach cramps battled for dominance. He was most worried about the bubbling sensation in his bowels. Sweat gathered under his armpits and his neck. Pretty soon he would have to find the bathroom and pray that nobody else needed to go. 

Blair finished speaking but Riley apparently forgot to say anything in reply. There was a long, drawn-out pause. He startled when he felt Madix’s hand softly touch his leg from under the table. 

“Oh, that’s cool,” Riley said lamely, pushing his chair back to get out from under the table. “Sorry, I’m just gonna find the washroom.” 

For the next half-hour, Riley came and went from the table. Sometimes he made up excuses about getting a drink, yet never coming back with a cup. Sometimes he left in the middle of a game without saying a word. Most of the time, he hid himself in the single-person washroom, thankful that no one else could come in. 

His belly couldn’t make up its mind about being empty or not. Whenever he thought that there could be no more water left in his cells, he was once again proven wrong by the urgent rumbling in his guts. At least the stomach cramps were never enough to make him vomit, despite the nausea that clung to him like humid air. 

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“Madix, I don’t think your date understands the concept of ‘taking turns’,” Dakota remarked as he rearranged his hand of cards for the fifth time. “He does know that the turns will eventually come back to him, right?” 

“Be patient, baby,” Blair answered for Madix. “He’s probably just nervous. Eat more nachos while we wait.” 

Madix sighed and leaned back in his chair, trying to see down the hallway that led to the bathroom. He was beginning to think that he chose an overly-stimulant place for their date. Riley had confessed to him that meeting new people was difficult for him, and here there was a whole other level to the socializing. No wonder his date kept taking breaks. Even Madix found the sounds of other people playing games distracting. The lights were too bright and the rules to every new game were complicated.  

“I should have picked a quieter place for him to meet you guys,” Madix said sadly. “I really want him to like you both.” 

Dakota nodded. “It’ll get easier. I’ll try to shut up more.”

“If he even wants to do this again,” Madix mused. 

Finally, Riley returned to the table. He ambled unsteadily down the hall, keeping his arms crossed over his body. Madix’s face lit up with a big smile as he pushed Riley’s chair out for him. That smile slowly fizzled away when Riley remained standing. 

Riley ran a shaky hand through his hair and spoke with a faint voice. “Madix, can I talk to you alone for a sec, please?” 

The boy was on his feet before Riley could finish the sentence. The two of them stood alone in the corner of the room. Madix lightly touched his arm, waiting for Riley to speak, dreading what he would say. 

“I think I’m gonna go home now.”

Madix tried to keep his expression neutral, as much as he wanted to pout and beg with Riley to stay. “…Okay, if that’s what you want. I’m sorry if this place is a bit much. It’s very busy, isn’t it?” He wanted to hug Riley and take his saddened look away. “And I’m sorry for touching your leg like that earlier. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“Oh gosh, no. It’s not you,” Riley said pleadingly. Fuck, this is not what he wanted. He couldn’t let Madix think the date made him uncomfortable. But the only other option would be to admit how he felt.

“My friends really like you, I promise,” Madix rambled on. “Dakota is just an ADHD mess who never knows when to be quiet. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it. And Blair said she wants to be your best friend.” 

“Madix, it’s not you or your friends or this place.” Riley grabbed his arms to keep him from saying anything else. It was nice to lean on someone. Suddenly the fatigue, nausea, and dehydration slammed into him all at once. He swayed forward. “To be honest, I’m not feeling so hot.” 

“What?” Madix became aware of the weight he was supporting. He watched Riley’s eyelids droop, and his shoulders relax as the truth came out. Now that he knew what to look for, it was easy to see the signs in Riley’s baggy eyes, ashen skin, and sweaty palms. It explained his absence for most of the date. 

Riley let out a heavy exhale. Madix’s face softened as he began to understand. He might as well try a little exposure therapy and tell Madix the rest. “Something in my stomach isn’t sitting so well.”

“Did you throw up?” A realization dawned in Madix’s eyes. “Shit, you have that phobia thing, don’t you? What can I do? Maybe you should sit down.” 

“N-no, I’m okay for now. The fear is mainly towards other people. Like the sounds and stuff.” Riley shuffled his feet awkwardly on the floor, feeling his neck grow warm. “I haven’t thrown up. It hasn’t exactly hit my stomach yet, just um…other areas.” 

“Oh?” Madix cocked his head to the side, waiting for his brain to catch up. “Oh, right. Jeez, I’m sorry. That’s—that’s not fun.” 

Riley shook his head. Nothing about this was fun…okay except maybe Madix’s undivided attention, his strong grip on his arms, and the gentle way he spoke. Still, he didn’t want Madix to be around when the next wave hit. He didn’t want to be here at all. “So, I need to go home.” 

“Of course, yeah. I’ll order a ride.” He looked back at their table. “I’ll make up some excuse for why you have to leave. Can I wait with you outside?” 

“Sure.” 

The curb was cold on their butts, but it was better than standing. Their knees knocked together. Madix wrapped an arm around his date, trying to keep him warm. Occasionally, Riley moaned and leaned his face into Madix’s shoulder. 

“I got you. Everything good still?” 

The gurgling was back, this time causing Riley’s stomach to roil. His actual stomach. The organ ached beneath his hand. He couldn’t decide if that was better or worse than before. Nausea climbed higher up his throat, filling his mouth with saliva that he spat on the concrete. 

“I think I need to be sick,” Riley said, wiping his mouth. He opened his legs further to lean his head down into.

“Do you want me to leave?” An excellent question that Riley didn’t know the answer to. He liked the warmth pressed into his side. He liked the feeling of Madix’s hand rubbing his back. Without a reply, Madix continued by saying, “I don’t mind staying. You won’t gross me out.” 

A thick belch erupted from Riley’s mouth. He let his mouth hang open for saliva to trickle between his legs. “Ugh, please stay. I feel awful.” 

“I know, love, I know.” Madix rubbed big circles on the boy’s back. He vaguely wondered if Riley was going to overthink the term of endearment. All he knew was that his mom called everyone that, and it seemed to bring them comfort. It certainly brought Madix comfort when he’d been upset or sick.

Riley gagged over the puddle of saliva. The empty heaves rolled his shoulders forward with a harsh retch. He breathed heavily, hoping the vertigo would lessen before he actually started to vomit. His vision was obscured with black shadows at the edges. Madix remained sturdy, allowing Riley to anchor himself to him. 

A few hiccups and burps later, Riley brought up a watery wave of sick. Each successive belch became thicker until the full contents of his stomach were splattered on the ground. He felt disgusting. The view at his feet was sickening. But there is no point in describing it because none of it deterred Madix from staying by Riley’s side. 

After a lull in the vomiting, Madix squeezed his shoulder. “Do you feel better?” 

Riley sniffled. “A little. Thanks for keeping me company. I’ve never allowed a date to see me like this.” 

Madix placed his palm on his chest. “Well, I’m honoured.”

[shodansbabygirl]

I am not an emetophiliac but I believe in their beliefs

[pmak2002]

Are you an emetophiliac?

Not exactly but I do enjoy adding it to my sickfics