Emeto-Omo

I write fic. Fandoms: Overwatch. Legend of Zelda. World of Warcraft. Final Fantasy. Original Characters: Jamie/Vincent and Rayne/Demi. Mainly Emeto and Omo fic. 18+ Only. If you don't have age and a pfp displayed, I will block.

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Discovering New Appetites (Rayne/Demi)

Title: Discovering New Appetites Characters: Rayne/Demi Summary: The girls spend the day in bed, nothing but lingerie, junk food, and a little idle curiosity about their sexual appetites.  DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC INCLUDES STUFFING, VOMITING, AND IMPLIED INTERCOURSE! 

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“Okay, thin mints, ice cream, and cupcakes acquired. Anything else?” Demi asked, setting the tray of things on the bed between she and Rayne.

The shorter woman paused a moment before sheepishly replying, “Milk? A big glass? Need something to cut the sweet.”

Demi nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll be right back.”

It was raining relentlessly outside, the constant downpour hitting the window in a relaxing rhythm. With the weather so dismal, and the two of them having the day off, they girls had decided to stay in bed and eat junk food while they watched television. As Demi’s schedule had picked up lately, they hadn’t had a lot of time together as of late, and Rayne was more than ready for some snuggles and snacks.

She grabbed a sleeve of the thin mint cookies as well as the remote, and channel surfed for a while. There really wasn’t much on this early in the morning, and eventually she just settled on an Impractical Jokers rerun marathon. She knew Demi really liked watching the guys make fools of their selves, and Rayne couldn’t deny that she had grown fond of their antics herself.

Demi returned in no time with two large glasses of milk for them to share and climbed back into bed with her. “Bras, panties, and junk food. There should be a holiday for this kind of shit.”

Rayne chuckled, laying back against the pillows as she popped the cookie into her mouth with a soft groan for the taste. “I concur.”

The morning would creep by as the two of them cuddled against one another, sharing the carton of chocolate ice cream until it started melting more. Rayne commandeered it then, sitting it between her legs with a quiet squeak for the shock of cold, and began eating it in earnest.

Demi found herself stealing glances occasionally, distracted from her snacking just to kind of watch Rayne eat. There was the quietest bit of pride to see the way she could eat impressive amounts at once, and more than once Rayne would catch her and eat that much more just amused at the way Demi blushed.

“Do you…like me being all disgusting and stuffing my face like I’m not already fat enough?” Rayne asked, her hand finding her belly that had started to bloat. Demi leaned forward to kiss her stomach. “There’s nothing at all disgusting about you eating. It’s taken years for you to get comfortable enough to eat like this around me. It’s kind of a complement…to know we’re in this place. Plus…your tummy is cute.”

Rayne smiled bashfully. “You just love everything about me, don’t you?”

“That’s fair to assume.” Demi moved to lay her head on Rayne’s thigh, staring up at her with a love-sick expression in her eyes. “I hope that you’ll soon come to realize that’s not such a bad thing. That you’re not as bad as you think you are.”

Rayne blinked away happy tears, grabbing another sleeve of thin mints to chew on instead. Demi let the silence hang comfortably between them, turning her attention back to the television. She closed her eyes to feel Rayne’s fingers begin to slide through her hair and dozed off.

Demi wouldn’t wake for another hour when she felt Rayne shifting beneath her. Making a quiet contented noise, she rolled over to gaze up at her, just to find Rayne’s stomach looking painfully bloated, hanging over the lace waistband of her panties. Her lover grunted a little, rubbing it and belching softly. “Fuck…sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…”

“Hey, don’t be. Not feeling well?”

Rayne nodded toward the tray, the ice cream, two boxes of cookies, and two glasses of milk all entirely gone. “Ate too much.”

“Aww, babe…” She sat up fully, pushing the tray out of the way to gather Rayne against her. “Want me to rub it?”

“Please? It hurts…”

Demi touch was soothing as she took over gently rubbing her sore stomach, it hard beneath her touch. Rayne groaned softly, the weight of her hand forcing up a belch. “Sorry.”

“It’s entirely fine. I want you to feel better.” Demi looked away, trying to mask the heat that had risen to her cheeks, and unexpectedly, between her thighs.

“You’re disgusted.” Rayne sat up, starting to move out from beneath her lover’s touch. Demi reached for her gently.

“I’m not.”

“You won’t look at me.”

“It’s not that.” Demi shifted some, unsure of how to say it.

“What is it love? Was it something I did?”

Demi was silent a moment before she rubbed the back of her neck embarrassed. “I don’t know how to say this. I’m more afraid of weirding you out.”

Rayne canted her head a little, her hand on her stomach as it gurgled uncomfortably. “I don’t understand. Love. You stuck your fingers down my throat, I don’t think you could ever gross me out.”

The heat flushed through Demi again, and she covered her face. “God, what is wrong with me?” She took a deep breath. “It….I guess…What I’m trying to say is…”

She felt Rayne’s fingers brush against her hand.

“Rayne, I think I’m turned on by you eating like this? Um…I like comforting you when you get tummy aches, but the idea that you might…throw up or even better…need my help to throw up again…” She swallowed dryly. “It’s got me wet.”

Rayne blushed several shades of red against her tan skin, unsure she had heard her right. “This is turning you on?”

“I know…gross right?”

“Not at all, Demi. You have a kink. It’s not the end of the world. I like feeling full like this, and um…” She smirked. “I’m not going to lie. You holding me and making me throw up was kind of hot. I think I like the rush of the release, especially since I don’t normally throw up.” Rayne gently squeezed her hand. “Maybe…we can push it? See if you can get me to throw up for you?”

Demi squirmed a little, shifting how she sat. “What do you have in mind?”

“Milk.” Rayne said as she slowly pushed herself from the bed. “I’ll drink until I can’t anymore. Maybe…something will come of it.”

“If you want to rinse one of the glasses in the restroom, I’ll meet you in there with the milk,” Demi offered, standing after her.

Rayne’s heart was racing some as her already upset stomach sloshed from the movement of heading into the restroom. Rinsing the glass out in the sink, she looked at the toilet and then the shower, swallowing thickly.

“Here love.” Demi brought the carton in and kissed her shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Nauseated even thinking about it.” She smiled in spite of the way she felt, knowing that Demi’s eyes were on her spurring her on. “Do you…want me to take my clothes off and try puking in the shower? Less clean up this time.”

Demi thought about it a moment before setting the carton on the counter. “Sure, let me join you in there.” Rayne slipped out of her bra and panties, turning to get the hot spray of the shower going, while Demi disrobed and filled the glass with milk. “So…are you just going to drink this out here til you feel ready to like…get in?”

Rayne shrugged. “I don’t know. It sounds like a good idea anyway.” She blushed. “I can’t say I’ve ever tried to make myself throw up for pleasure.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Demi brushed her cheek. “We can just shower and go lay down again.”

“I want to if you want to…”

“I do…”

“Then it’s settled.” Rayne took the glass and pressed it to her lips, beginning to chug it down.

Her throat tried to resist it already by the last couple of gulps. It threatened to convulse and push it back out, but she forced it down and coughed, handing the glass to Demi while she held her stomach. It gurgled loudly, rebelling against the ice-cold liquid. “Another glass.”

Demi obeyed, filling it quickly and handing it to Rayne, watching her down it like a pro. She grimaced on the end of it though and shook her head. “Mm, oh God. That almost came up on its own.”

“Fuck…” Demi murmured warmly, then blushed as she realized the thought was external rather than in her head where she meant it.

Rayne smiled, brushing her cheek. “Go ahead and climb in the shower. I’m going to drink a little more and then you can help me puke.”

It wasn’t often that Rayne took the reins, but it was another level of arousing for Demi when she did. Without questioning, Demi climbed beneath the hot shower, hissing as the water stung her cool skin. “You and your hot ass showers.”

Rayne poured a half a glass, smirking. “You love them, I know.” This time she moved closer to the tub, unsure if she was going to actually be able to finish it. Her stomach sloshed audibly with every step, beginning to churn painfully. “Ugh, I think I’m going to puke before I get this down.”

“You don’t have to drink it…”

It felt like a dare though. A secret dare to herself, a rush to wonder if she’s going to be able to hold it. She pinched her nose and chugged it, giving a harsh, loud retch at the end of it, pale opaque saliva dripping down the side of the tub. “Oh god…”

Demi felt herself clench in pleasure, heat exploding between her legs. “Are you alright?”

“G…give me…” She gagged again, a wet belch leaving her lips. “A moment.” Her fingers gripped the tub tightly, her body beginning to shake. Instead, Demi moved to gather Rayne’s hair back, just in case. After a few moments, the false alarm passed, and Rayne weakly climbed into the tub.

It was muggy, the steam from the hot water almost suffocating, escalating her painful nausea. Sucking in a quick bit of air, she forced herself to blech, trying to fight off the discomfort. Demi brushed her cheek, a finger beneath her chin to prompt her to look up at her. “I hate seeing you suffer. Maybe this kink isn’t worth it.”

Rayne opened her mouth to protest, but instead her stomach twisted without warning, and she pitched forward. A gurgling wretch left her lips as still-cold milk rocketed from her lips and over Demi’s bare chest. Before Rayne could even think enough to be embarrassed, her breath hitched, and she vomited another unrelenting milky wave. She was red from the strain, the strangled noises she made sounding incredibly painful.

“Oh, love! Are you okay?” Demi asked after she recovered from the shock. As much as she thought being vomited on would disgust her, it had done the exact opposite. She had to chide herself as she pushed Rayne’s hair back, watching as she held her stomach in misery as she coughed and choked up a thicker wave of puke. “Get it all up, love. I’ve got you.”

“Sor—eeeeuuuhhhhhh!!!!!!” She gagged loudly mid apology, thick ice cream and cookie vomit splattering the shower floor around their feet. Her eyes watered, her vision blurring some from it and the desperate need she had for oxygen as her puking refused to relent.

Demi just held her against her to help her stand, keeping her hair back while she held her up with a hand around her tummy with the other. “I’m so sorry you’re feeling so poorly.”

“Hrrrrrkkkk!” Was the only reply she got, as another wave slid down Demi’s leg as she expelled it, and then another smaller wave, continuing until she coughed up a burning throatful of bile.

“There you go. Empty?” Demi asked, the shower washing the ick away.

“Can I touch you?” Rayne’s voice was hoarse, but as she looked up at her lover, there was desire in her eyes.

“I’m more worried about you. That was so much, love. You seemed to be in so much pain and—” Rayne’s fingers parted her arousal, slicking with her juices, causing her to groan.

“You took care of me…let me take care of you…”

-Fin

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It's good to see this making the rounds again <3 You can always bookmark this over at Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/17323187

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64162612

Title: Capable Hands Author: Emeto-Omo Fandom: Overwatch Pairings: Hanzo Shimada x Cole Cassidy Content Warning: Vomiting, finger gagging, and very sparing reference to being aroused. Summary: Deep behind enemy lines, Hanzo and Cassidy are just trying to get home. Unfortunately, Cassidy's loud and volatile stomach has another plan. Exerpt: "Hoo boy..." I breathed, a hissing sound through clenched teeth as I placed my hand on the wall. Hanzo stopped, looking back. "We must keep moving." He said, and turned to do just that. "Yeh, well..." I said, my voice sounding deeper and thicker than usual. I paused as my stomach lurched and I belched loudly. He sent me a look that could have melted glaciers. We were deep behind enemy lines, and should have been home free hours ago. "...yeh might have to go without me."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64162612

Title: Capable Hands Author: Emeto-Omo Fandom: Overwatch Pairings: Hanzo Shimada x Cole Cassidy Content Warning: Vomiting, finger gagging, and very sparing reference to being aroused. Summary: Deep behind enemy lines, Hanzo and Cassidy are just trying to get home. Unfortunately, Cassidy's loud and volatile stomach has another plan. Exerpt: "Hoo boy..." I breathed, a hissing sound through clenched teeth as I placed my hand on the wall. Hanzo stopped, looking back. "We must keep moving." He said, and turned to do just that. "Yeh, well..." I said, my voice sounding deeper and thicker than usual. I paused as my stomach lurched and I belched loudly. He sent me a look that could have melted glaciers. We were deep behind enemy lines, and should have been home free hours ago. "...yeh might have to go without me."

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Hey, y'all...I'm writing again. McHanzo...or whatever the fuck the ship name is nowadays? Shassidy? idk Edit: Apparently YeeHan. I am fucking crying XD

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I still exist, y'all. <3 I haven't had any motivation to write lately, but I am honestly begging for some sort of content or prompt that could possess me so badly that I can't rest until I get it out. I miss those days! To those of you still going to my Ao3 and leaving comments, I adore you! I do read those! For those of you who are new, you can find those here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/EmetoOmo

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Hey y'all! It's been forever, but I've been getting notifications on my Ao3 that folk are still reading my work <3 If you're new here or just want to find my works, here's the best place to do it. I do check this all the time though, so if you ever have any requests, feel free to drop them by. My dashboard went pretty much silent on requests and stuff, so that's the largest reason why I haven't written in years.

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Hi, I kinda exist again. I just...work all the time and have zero brain energy for shit else lol. Hope y’all have been doing well! 

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Ever meet a character that you want to write a kink for that isn’t even your kink, but it would /fit/? I want to write some sick fic for Percy from Critical Role so bad, but with that wonderful smokey darkness flowing through him, visibly rolling in his stomach, puking ichor that smoke flows off from as it spatters.  Anyway, hi, it’s only been forever since I’ve logged in lol

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Would yuo be willing to do a part 2 for seph?

Yup. Just been working a lot and hadn't had time to write. Sorry about the wait!

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What does omo stand for in your blog name?

The Omo is short for Omorashi, aka holding one's pee til they wet themselves. For those who are new follows here, I want to be really up front with expectations and stuff in relation to my personal connection/relationship/whatever with these kinks, because I don't explore them in the same context as many others do, so I want to temper expectations when it comes to my content. 1) I'm on the ace spectrum, I'm demisexual. I.E. I'm not really feeling it without an emotional connection to someone. When I'm writing content, I tend to write established relationship or at the very least, established feelings. If they aren't already in a relationship, they've been slow burning those feelings for awhile in my head...unless it's a solo thing...which brings me to my next point. 2) I'm not into emeto or omorashi for the puke or piss content. I'm actually REALLY grossed out by puke and I don't like the characteristics of pee. My writing is kind of both therapy or exploration wrapped in one for me. Um...I don't like diaper or age play, which some omorashi folks like. I don't like humiliation, which a lot of emeto/omo folks are into. I don't like the consumption of puke or pee, I don't like the smell, I don't like vomit it if looks like vomit (like, I'm more into really liquid vomit, water, glow in the dark, colored milk, fantasy vomit...ect) and like if pee is super yellow it grosses me out cause I'm now more concerned about the health of the person. lol 3) I write chunky vomit because that's what everyone tends to like, and the sound effects. Figured I should cover that before I get to 4. 4) I'm an emetophobe. I'm a pretty bad emetophobe, as in I've developed an eating disorder because my life has come to surround my emetophobia so badly. I have gone days without eating just because I was nauseated, or anticipating going to an event and didn't want to chance being sick, or because I was exposed to someone with a stomach bug. I avoid foods that have made me ill in the past. I have lost weight over it. =/ It's a thing. 5) My exploration of emeto and omo surrounds assertion of control and loss of control respectively. I prefer emeto where it's the person's decision to give in and vomit, because that's not something I can do. I really enjoy induced vomiting because it's even more on their terms and that's where my kink ended up being. I prefer omo when it's loss of control, and preferably a loss of control for pleasure or a loss of control when they're vomiting. I'm a control freak to begin with, so I enjoy that being a thing. Probably more of an answer than you wanted, anon, but since I've gained quite a few followers since my Sephiroth fic, I figured it was good to put this up again.

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Are you possibly gonna make more sephiroth content in the future? That one fanfic was so good! ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)

I'm kinda low-key loving all the inboxes I've been seeing about this. I definitely can since everyone seems to be into it!

What all would everyone like to see included? What are everyone's favorite emeto tropes?

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I never fail to be amused that my sickfics/emeto fics out perform my mainstream regular fics even when I smut the shit out of them over at Ao3.  Like my Sephiroth fic is almost twice the views of my non-emeto fic on my main account XD

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Hey sorry for the late reply I didn’t see your post 😅, I was gonna say you could’ve picked anything you like. Speaking of which, I thought you did a wonderful job with the new seph fanfic. You hit spot on with his reaction and I couldn’t love it more!

No problem!! I am glad that you liked it! It's been nice to be inspired and Final Fantasy was a welcome surprise for requests.

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I saw someone else asked for Sephiroth emeto fic, and I second it. When you can, I'd love to see something like that from you. I can't think of exact scenarios but I love it when characters are excruciatingly nauseous or heave repeatedly but can't get anything out no matter how hard they try. Also when they desperately try avoid it for as long as possible, swallowing it back and pretending they're fine until it forces its way out, spraying out from around their hand and/or out their nose.

What? Not me answering prompts again after a large hiatus! Thank you for such a fun, unique prompt. I didn't think I'd ever get a chance to write a FFVII one! I hope this is alright! Title: Didn't Have It In Him Characters: Sephiroth Universe: FFVII Crisis Core Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32240563 Summary: Always the show of strength and stoicism, Sephiroth stomach is betraying him in the worst way. Disclaimer: Graphic descriptions of vomit are in this story. ~*~ Sephiroth remained stoic as he returned to the locker room after training. He moved slower than the others, but no one thought any thing of it. If they did, they didn’t say a word. Why would they? Most folks either worshipped him or was afraid of him, and at work, they knew not to bother him. He was grateful that Zach at least was out on duty, it wouldn’t have done to have the puppy nipping at his heels when he felt like this. His stomach gave a sour gurgle as he sat and waited for the showers to clear out. For most, it seemed like he sat in quiet contemplation, but hiding his face behind a silver curtain of hair, he swallowed against the nausea. His mouth filled with unwanted saliva, his adam’s apple bobbing ominously with every forced gulp to try to keep whatever turmoil was going on inside him down.

He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, listening as the conversations ended, footsteps leaving one by one, showers finished and gear put away. He belched beneath his breath, letting it escape putrid and sour through his nose and almost gagged again. He was grateful when the final soldier left, opening his eyes to peer down at his hands that shook slightly from the nausea and the energy his body was putting in trying to cope with it.

He stood, wobbly on his usually sure feet, and made his way for the showers, taking his gear off along the way to leave on the bench outside. A hiccupped belch escaped him and his fingers flew to his lips, sure that something with more substance was soon to spill forth. He gagged weakly, stomach roiling as a small bit of spittle slipped forth that he spat on the floor, but it seemed the moment passed and he swallowed weakly as he continued on.

Cold water rushed forward first, and for a bit, it was soothing until he began to shake and shiver more…then he couldn’t seem to get it hot enough. The violent shakes made the nausea worse, every muscle in his body tensing, and he pressed his hand to his mouth as the door reopened to the locker room. He listened, hearing someone rummaging, a rookie likely having forgotten his keycard in his hurry to leave. It stretched on while his mouth filled again, this time with a more sour, acidic, thicker saliva that he gagged hard behind his hand before he could stop himself. He swallowed desperately, gagging again before he cold with a loud belch.

“Everything all right in there?” The recruit called, likely not having even checked to see whom he was checking on. “Out!” Came Sephiroth’s cold directive, and the audible squeak that sounded let him know they knew sure as anything now as they rushed out, the door closing in time for a viscous brown spray of vomit to escape between Sephiroth’s bare fingers and nose, splattering against wall and floor and feet. The shower hit it, beginning to dissolve it immediately, but watching it dancing within the drops forced another churn of his stomach. “HRRRUUUUUPPPP!” He wretched loudly, bringing up his own shower of puke, far thicker this time that hit with an ugly wet slop against the tile. Barely had he time for breath or to brace himself against the wall before his stomach jerked hard and he half-choked, coughing as chunks expelled hard enough to travel with some distance against the stall divider, sliding down slow.

“Buuuurrrruuuuupp!” He belched as the tail end turned into another thick stream of puke, the power of his spotting his vision for a moment, and he found himself going to his knees, holding his stomach. The muscles were sore as his tummy hitched, rolled beneath his fingers, and pressed a more liquid stream through his nose and lips, burning with pure acid. He had to catch himself on the floor, something soft squishing beneath his palm as it found purchase on a wet pile of chunk that hadn’t fully dissolved down the drain. His eyes watered as it instantly triggered a painfully loud dry heave that echoed off the walls. “Fuc---uuuuugggghhhh!” He had cursed just to belch and gag again, a strained sound leaving him as the reflex strained for almost too long for him to bear, veins bulging in his neck as his face began to redden. He gagged again, and again, retching painfully, unproductively, while he could still hear the wet gurgles of his upset stomach begging to be released. Desperately, he turned his face up toward the shower’s warm spray and let it fill his mouth, swallowing hard and forcing it down. Another gulp, then another gulp, the nausea turned worse than ever…dizzyingly so. The heat of the liquid seemed to float on whatever was down there, and though he gagged, it refused stubbornly to come up. With no other sign of this stopping, he brought long, pale fingers to his lips, hesitating onto a moment before he passed them through. He coughed and gagged before they were past his tongue, but forced himself to hold them there, pressing deeper til he could work them in and out in his throat, pressing down some on the back of his tongue. Like a waterfall, water rushed up with bile, stinging his nose once more, choking him as his hand moved too slow, covered with throat slime as he expelled it violently against the shower floor, feeling it splash back against his face. He wretched unproductively, breath hitching, before a guttural sound escaped him and he brought up one more productive wave, leaving pink-tinged mucus hanging from his lips. He breathed heavily, his face a mess with saliva and snot, both thick and viscous just spilling slowly out of him for a moment before he found enough peace within himself to work to clean himself up. Slow and steady he first let the water slip over his face, then used to clear the shower walls and the ground, before he would focus what little energy he had left to clean himself up. No reason return back to the lab and give Hojo any excuses for further testing. He just didn’t have it within him today. ~fin~

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Could you do any emeto stuff for Sephiroth ff?

Um...you have my attention. I would LOVE to write some Sephiroth emeto. Have any scenarios or just whatever my brain goes to?

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I got pulled into a surprise meeting with my boss, which I assumed would be not great news. I basically told me I didn’t get the full-time position that I had been cross training for, and apologized, and told me that he’s talked it over and it’s fine sending me back to the position I had already been in.  Um...first off, I didn’t know this was a full-time position. I thought I was just helping out haha. Secondly, I am /fine/ with this because I /sucked/ at this new position, and had I known it had been potentially permanent, I’d have likely...not went out for it XD. It didn’t come with a pay raise or anything. It’s literally same job, different brand.  So I am back in my original position with a nice bonus for trying, which covers my expenses from Autism testing. I feel like that went well.

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Hey, I hope your okay and healthy :) I just wanted to ask if there will be another Jamie/Vincent fic, I loved the stuffing fic so much 😍

I could probably write one sometime. I work a lot so I haven’t had a lot of time (or motivation cause alllllllllll I think about is work). If you have any scenarios, feel free to pass them along!