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The friend who has the dom thing of enjoying making me puke took me outside after drinking a bunch again and yeahhhhhh hot as fuck
But also he kissed me after but it made him throw up and omg hot but also I felt SO bad even though he did it knowing it would make him sick which I feel soooo bad about 😭
He's so cute when he throws up and I shouldn't be thinking this but holy shit
Pics of my puke below (he knows about this blog and told me to post)
Would it be an accident? Carsick on a swaying bus, or wasted beyond belief at a party? The first wave comes out unexpectedly, thick and heavy and sudden. The warmth seeps into your skin as slowly as the puke dripping down your face. The helpless embarrassment in his eyes as he tries in vain to hold back another heave, spraying mess down both of your bodies...
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Or would it be on purpose? For this specific kink, or more as a dominance thing. Straddling you on a bed, pushing your hands into his churning belly as his mouth hangs open, his mouth drooling that preliminary spit as he stares you down with devilish anticipation. Every heave rocking you as it does him, until suddenly it's coming out, pouring like a torrent down onto your face. You can smell it - even TASTE it - as he holds you down and lets loose.
I had fun with this. Like SO much fun. I ate a SHIT ton of food and just puked it up literally because I wanted to. This was so fun I cant even explain how fun this was. I even autovom a bit. I don't have it on video because I don't want my phone to fall in the toilet. I was masturbating with the hand I wasn't using to gag myself hehehe
The friend who's been teasing me for weeks just got me super drunk, took me to the park and shoved his fingers down my throat until I threw up holy SHIT
The friend who's been teasing me for weeks just got me super drunk, took me to the park and shoved his fingers down my throat until I threw up holy SHIT
Look like shit in this becasue I’m actually sick, spent ten minutes thinking I was going to throw up naturally only to get impatient and be rewarded with puke in my nose 0_o
Contains: uncle/nephew incest, a young-ish gay uncle with a thing for throwing up and even more of a thing for coating his innocent (but presumably adult) nephew in it, POV nephew reader (cis or trans), emetophilia (obviously), brief mention of cigarettes, those with food issues should probably not read
I don’t usually write imagines but I am incredibly horny today, so. Said uncle character is 100% based on me so if you think he’s hot pls do hit on me in my inbox 😌 -Shotgun
When you find him hunched over the toilet, vomiting up the family dinner he’d gorged himself on, you stay to help. Maybe it’s a sense of solidarity with the only other gay member of your family, or maybe it’s because you’re hoping you can help him clean up before your mom notices - she’s already looking down on him enough for how much he drank.
Besides, his split-dye hair is long enough that someone needs to hold it back.
He’s trembling slightly beneath your hand as you rub his back soothingly. He gags and groans, pressing closer to you. You see vomit smeared across his dominant hand, and you only just put together that he’s doing this on purpose before he’s pushing his fingers into the back of his throat and more vomit bubbles past his lips. He jerks slightly, makes a noise in the back of his throat, and then turns suddenly, free hand catching on your waist as he vomits all down the front of your shirt. His eyes are dark and intense, his hand still gripping your waist. He doesn’t try to apologize or clean you up, just gives you a smile sharp as obsidian before leaning his forehead against your shoulder. You’re frozen in shock as he burps wetly, more bile dripping from his lips. He guides your hands to his stomach and you obediently press down. He moans and convulses, throat working as he tries to bring more up.
“Please,” he begs, but it doesn’t feel like a request. When you put your fingers on that soft, wet tongue, he lunges forward as if he’s trying to impale himself on them. With another heave he coats your hand in puke. It’s warm and textured and sticks to your fingers until he closes his mouth around them and sucks them clean, audibly swallowing.
He peels your shirt off, and it takes you too long to realize he’s helping you clean up. He rinses it in the sink, mops up the vomit, flushes the toilet. You sit, conflicted and confused and uncertain. When he swings you up into his arms as if you were still a child he bites back a sour burp. He carries you to your room and sits you on your bed.
Then his tongue is on your skin, lapping away the crusting memory of his vomit painting your body. His hands are on your crotch, teasing and promising. By the time your torso is clean you’re moaning and rocking into his touch. When his lips meet yours you open your mouth immediately, chasing the sour taste of bile and the underlying cigarette musk. He pins you to the bed, and he’s so goddamn hard, and he tastes like sin and he keeps pausing for brief nauseous moments. You can’t help but wish his stomach was still full, that there was more to bring up, enough that you’d smell like his sick for days.
