Does anyone else feel like emeto is addictive and unwanted and they can't get away from it and they just want to "quit" #me

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@emetoflower
Does anyone else feel like emeto is addictive and unwanted and they can't get away from it and they just want to "quit" #me
Not feeling emeto lately because I've actually been severely ill and not having a good time
This is what my stomach sounds like from gastroparesis nausea 😓
You ever feel bad after you cum? Feel all gross and unworthy and like you've done something wrong? Save this post, come back to it when you feel like that:
Now here's what you're going to do:
Take a deep breath. Hold it for a second, then let it out slowly. Remind yourself it's just a kink, it's not a real thing.
Go get yourself some water. Drink it slowly. Tell someone you love them. Watch something that makes you laugh. Remember that you're okay.
Your kinks don't make you bad or gross or wrong. They're just a thing in our heads. You're good.
This really helped me, so I want to share it <3
You ever just realize that every cute boy is filled with puke just waiting to come up? Like, every one of them. Just filled up with vomit they could puke all over you. But most of the time they just go home and keep it all down, putting all that hot puke to waste. What a shame.
Someone left this outside my workplace today
morning routine
i wasn’t gonna post this for a while, but i promised @emetoflower i would today lmao.
it’s not edited, i’m not gonna edit it for a bit. just enjoy and don’t tell me if my writing sucks lmao. i’ll write more dc in the future. oc/dc blog now.
:)
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mornings with jason and roy followed a regular pattern. every morning roy woke up first, went for a run, showered, then made breakfast for the two of them. jason slept in, always coming home late from patrol.
while roy cooked, jason would walk out of their bedroom, hug roy from behind and plant a kiss to his shoulder/cheek/lips/neck, just whatever he was feeling that day. after that, he would go make them coffee, using the very expensive drip machine tim insisted on getting them when he saw the instant coffee keurig and basket of pods sitting on their counter.
that day was no different… at least at first. roy went on his run, took his shower, and started cooking… but jason never came out of their room.
a bit worried, roy turned off the stove and set the plates aside to go check on his partner.
he opened the door, jason’s hair was poking out the top of the blanket. he walked over, taking note of his feverish flushed face, and the sweat forming on his brow.
he brushed his hair off his forehead, simultaneously checking for a fever, which of course he had. a high one at that. roy leaned over to kiss his forehead.
“hey jay. wake up, love.” he spoke quietly.
jason responded with a soft whimper, which sent a shock of worry down roy’s spine.
“hey sunshine, you feelin okay?” he asked, knowing the answer wouldn’t be good.
jason breathed in to speak, his eyelids fluttering open. he groaned and coughed, “shitty..” his voice was hoarse and painful sounding.
roy’s throat tightened, if jason was admitting to not feeling well, then this could be bad.
“i’ll grab the thermometer.” roy said before walking to the attached bathroom.
he could hear jason’s coughing from his spot, rough chest coughs punctuated by wheezing. roy dug around the drawers for the thermometer, finally fishing it out with a small smile of success.
only to find the thing was dead.
roy groaned, frustrated. he knew there were new batteries somewhere in the apartment, but he couldn’t remember where jason stashed them, and he was probably too delirious to reply.
roy sighed, he would have to search the apartment, but first, jason needed water and something to cool that fever.
he grabbed the handtowel and turned on the faucet, soaking it with cold water. he wrung out the cloth so it wasn’t dripping and walked back out to the bedroom.
“so, thermometer is dead, gotta find the batteries. keep this on your forehead or so help me god i will restrain your hands to the bedframe.” roy spoke.
looking at jason, who was indeed looking at him, he noted the glassy look in his eyes. definitely did not process a single word the man said.
roy sighed, folding up the handtowel before placing it on jason’s forehead.
he flinched but quickly relaxed. the cool dampness felt really nice against his fiery hot skin.
“i’ll be right back, baby,” roy said, planting a kiss to jason’s temple.
he walked back to the hall. now… to find those batteries. he yawned; fuck he was tired. patrol last night was brutal, and he could use a cup or two of coffee.
so he decided to start the drip before walking off to search for the damned batteries.
took him a bit, he went through every kitchen drawer and cabinet, checked the hall closet, and even the closet he shared with jason. all nothing. so he went to the last place he hadn’t looked yet, the office. they had converted their guest room into an office for the two, a desk on either side of the room.
there, he found the batteries. a shit ton of batteries all thrown loosely in jason’s desk drawer.
“fuckin hell jay,” roy swore, grabbing the two AAA batteries he needed.
returning back to their shared bedroom, roy paused to look at the peaceful look on jason’s face as he slept. the cloth remained in place, he hadn’t moved an inch since he last saw him. roy frowned before putting the thermometer in his ear.
after the beep, roy looked down and cringed. 102.6, definitely need to get that down. he sighed, how was he gonna get jason to take pills when he can barely form a complete thought.
he walked to the kitchen, searching for something, anything, preferably some magic pill that would make everything better. nothing stood out to him.
roy was really out of his depth here, jason hadn't gotten this sick since before they started living together. maybe he should call bruce... or alfred... hell even dick would probably know what to do more than he did.
while mulling it over, he was alerted by the sound of a thud, then quick footsteps. running.
"shit- jason?!" he called, rushing back into their bedroom.
he heard the retching before he saw jason in their bathroom, curled over the toilet, shaking badly as he white knuckled the sides to hold himself upright.
"oh love," roy cooed, walking over and crouching next to him. he placed a hand on his back, gently rubbing up and down his spine. he could feel his body tense with every contraction that led to a painful sounding heave.
"breathe, you gotta breathe, hun," he spoke, hoping jason was coherent enough to understand. the adrenaline pumping through him gave him a little clarity, and he attempted to take a deep breath, but it was cut off, burping up a little bile.
jason coughed and whimpered, his head dropping dangerously close to the contents in the bowl.
"shit- okay. i got you," roy soothed, using his free hand to catch jason's forehead and hold him up. got he was burning up bad.
maybe he should call bruce. as much as jason would hate him for it, he knew his boyfriend was not going to get any better without fluids, and he definitely was not gonna be holding down much.
jason swayed to the side, but roy quickly caught him with a swear.
"i got you. i got you jay." he spoke softly, pulling his sick partner to lean against his chest.
roy leaned forward, flushing away the contents. he grabbed one of the unused rolls of toilet paper kept under the sink, ripping off a few squares to clean jason's face.
jason was breathing heavy, wheezing, and he could barely keep his eyes open. he kept reaching back, towards the back of his neck.
"what is it, jay?" roy asked, taking his hand, thinking he was looking for comfort.
jason only whined, pulling his hand away to reach for his neck again. this time, roy takes a look, and his stomach drops.
a swollen and red-looking spot with a tiny spot in the center. an injection site. it was hot to the touch and clearly irritated.
yep, he was calling bruce.
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i have not finished this. so. tbc (sorry besties).
Thinking about lying in bed with a sick person. Lying against them from behind, feeling their fever warmth through your body. Wrapping your arm around their middle, the gentle pressure enough to trigger them gagging. Leaning them over the side of the bed to retch over the bucket. Pressing against their back, feeling their whole body jerk with every heave. Squeezing their stomach firmly immediately makes them vomit, and you encourage them to get it all up as you hear it splashing into the bucket. Cuddling them and massaging their abdomen, kissing the back of their neck until they’ve emptied their stomach and are gagging up saliva and bile. Then turning them towards you to rub their back and comfort them while they quietly cry and continue dry-heaving uselessly into the front of your shirt.
ratofd00m art saved my fucking life btw
I found a new favorite video, I fear
A lot of sexy vomit with good story 1. Watch japanese vomit video 3 on ThisVid, the HD tube site with a largest 3D collection.
She is so cute
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i will never not fucking love this
Normal people: wow he's so hot
Me: Wow I need to see him throw up
I'm thinking about an emetophobic caretaker trying to stay calm and be there for their sick partner, but their fear and anxiety is so hard to ignore.
Their partner finally has to throw up, and tries to get themselves the trash can, which is on the opposite side of their partner. As they reach for it, they let loose and puke alllll over emetophobic caretaker.
Making my favorite characters with the pic crew generator is my new hobby I guess😋😋
NOT my art plz don't give me credit for this 💥
Also not stating who these are because it would totally give up my identity... if you truly want to know I'll share in DMs
pretty guys with arm muscles throwing up >>