But uh, a little PSA for you kinksters out there on tumblr and basically everywhere:
Even if somebody runs a kink blog and they post a naughty thing every now and then, it is not their job to get you off.
Unless someone is actively asking for DM sexy times, try and have some fucking decency and don’t go all up in their messages going “omg I’m so stuffed show me your titties UwU”. That’s fuckin weird. Yes this has happened to me, no I do not like it.
I know this kink is niche but god, go look for content from someone willing to give it to ya eh?
100% agree with your post, about the emeto community being small. i think i would die if any of my highly indulgent fics fell into the hands of some youtuber ridiculing them.
and yes, wish we had more animators in the community too! animating is such a complicated skill, so it's not a surprise, but the few we have are the mvps here. i wish we had more asmr artists, i live for those “taking care of your sick partner” asmrs and they're so hard to find.
anyway, came across your post and just wanted to shoot you this ask!
I do rlly appreciate the few animators we do have, god bless em. Hopefully someday, I too, will be making freaky animations for the beloved public.
Also duuude I feel you so much on the asmr thing! I’m always peeking into the recent searches for “reverse caretaking” trying to see if there’s something new.
And listen, I’m not opposed to colds, I think they can be rlly cute sometimes. But it’s such a painnnn when the only reverse caretaking asmr stuff that comes out is about colds! Like pretty please, can you just throw a guy a tummy ache or two. I don’t even need anybody to act out puking or anything (though that would be appreciated 👀) , I just want something to shake it up a bit!
Although I do have one asmr guy I like that made a reverse comfort video having to do with nausea. Biiiig favorite of mine tee hee. I will link it below but keep it hush hush yeah?
Thanks for the ask, anon!!!!
(PS: He also made one where the speaker has a sore throat and it is sooo cute, no emeto in it but still)
Super fun comm for @serialfiller1 ~!
Yes, let's take the victorian ghost lad from the hunter gatherer society to McDonalds, I'm sure that'll go SO great~
The first time Leanna ate until she vomited, it was an accident. There had been a party, and the manor chef was in fine form, and she had dodged social interaction by stuffing food into her mouth...until some of it had come spilling back out. The reaction of her peers had been a mix of sympathy and clear disgust. As Leanna was led away, gagging, she fixed those faces in her mind - the reaction, the horror and kindness, and the eyes on her.
The second time she ate herself sick was to frighten a young man who had been too aggressive in his courtship, constantly touching and squeezing. She had gorged herself on wine and cake and then vomited all down the front of his suit, just as he had leaned in for a kiss. Really, it was his fault for spinning her around so much in the dance.
She had retired in supposed shame, but once alone she touched herself, feeling her belly churn and remembering the shock on his face.
Each time she vomited, a part of the pleasure was reaction- the surprise and sympathetic nausea on the faces of those observing her. Certainly she had her pleasure unobserved as well, but her favorite moments to recall were the ones when all eyes were on her, horrified by her shameless display.
Now, the only eyes she needed were Carolyn's.
"I want to be sick again." She told her, just after breakfast. Leanna prided herself on giving her nurse more time to fulfill her whims now- she was becoming ever so patient. Carolyn bowed.
"What would you like to eat?" She asked. Leanna gave what was becoming a common request- pastries and milk, and a quiche or pie if the kitchen could spare it. And of course, Carolyn came back with more than was anticipated.
She was always waiting for instructions, now- sitting close beside Leanna as she gorged herself, keeping her company and kissing her from time to time. Leanna was still a bit shy- she had not much experience with romance, preferring her own company and hands to those of others until recently. Embarrassingly, she felt she was not skilled at kissing. But Carolyn seemed not to mind. She was...not shy. Still subservient, as befitted her, but...
A week ago she had been walking the garden with Leanna, who had been a little in her cups and ranting about some matter that she could now barely remember. Carolyn had suddenly taken her by the arm and pulled her into a little bower and kissed her fervently, pressing her entire body against her. She had even been so bold as to pull Leanna's hand to her breasts. Leanna was left flushed and gasping, glancing around to see if anyone had seen.
"Wh-why did you risk that? Are you mad?" She'd sputtered as soon as she could speak. Carolyn had given her a small, insolent smile.
"You were unhappy, and I wanted to please you." She said, and Leanna had had no choice but to kiss her again.
Now, as she was polishing off her second bottle of milk and moaning slightly, she felt Carolyn's hands cupping the base of her belly, rubbing gently. Leanna startled.
"Are you filled, my la-Leanna?" Carolyn asked, and Leanna reddened immediately. It was absurd, the power this woman held over her body.
"I'm-uuuurp- I'm not finished. But I will be soon. Give me another piece of quiche....is that from breakfast?"
"Yes, the cooks told me it has chevre and browned onions. Did you know that oftentimes they bake an extra one for you?"
Leanna reddened further and stuffed her mouth full of quiche to avoid speaking. There was something about her eating being an open secret that made it even more exciting, shameful but thrilling. Carolyn's hands were brushing her thighs as she massaged her belly, and Leanna couldn't help gasping between bites.
By the time she felt sated, she had forgotten her shyness- she turned in Carolyn's arms and kissed her passionately, relishing the way her overfull stomach shifted. There was a long, sweet moment- her body swelled with pastries and eggs and milk, held in Carolyn's capable hands, and then those hands dropped lower...
It was the first time Leanna had been touched between her legs by a hand other than her own. She startled again, eyes jolting open, and was met with Carolyn's cool gray stare. She could drown in that steady gaze.
"Does it please you?" Carolyn asked. There was a hint of nervousness in her voice, but none in her eyes. Leanna swallowed and nodded. Nausea was creeping up the back of her throat, gathering in her belly. She pressed herself again Carolyn's hand, gasping.
"Yes....touch me...." she whimpered, and Carolyn obliged.
Leanna cried out, hips twisting, distended stomach shaking. She should have expected Carolyn to be skilled in every form of touch - hadn't she given so many massages, so much comfort? But to be touched by her in this way...
Carolyn chuckled, and the sound aroused Leanna almost as much as the fullness of her belly and the movement of her nurse's fingers.
"And does this also please you?" Carolyn asked, pulling up Leanna's skirt to her waist in one quick motion. Leanna was blushing furiously- she couldn't believe Carolyn was being so forward. But...she welcomed it.
And now, to her surprise and embarrassed pleasure, Carolyn was reaching under her skirt, pulling her bloomers down...she let out another little whine.
She was a sweating, panting, bedraggled mess, her hair mussed, her simple gown hiked up around her waist, whimpering and burping. Every twist and and turn and cry made her stomach twist and turn as well. The weight of it jostling and sloshing only fed her arousal.
All of the movement had to have consequences. Leanna felt her stomach shift and tried to move, but Carolyn laid a hand on her belly to keep her in place. Leanna brought up a wave of thick, viscous vomit with a loud and unladylike belch. It poured over her breasts, staining her gown and splattering onto her couch- it had seen more such abuses since Carolyn had come.
"Does my lady wish to continue?" Carolyn asked, her fingers slowing. Leanna shook her head fervently, gagging.
"I thought I told you - oh- oouuuurghhhhh-" Leanna's attempt to chide Carolyn was completely impossible. She heaved and wavered, on the edge of throwing up again. And there was Carolyn, one hand on her belly and the other between her legs, and her voice whispered incessantly in Leanna's ear.
"Of course, Leanna, my apologies. Whatever you like, as befits you. I'll clean up when you're finished."
"Cheeky-" Leanna gasped, and vomited profusely. This time, she had been trying to look at Carolyn, and dropped her chin just in time to add to the puddle of sick spilling down her front. Carolyn resumed her ministrations, even though vomit was coating her hands now, pattering onto the carpet betweeb Leanna's twisting legs. Ahhh, and she had thought touching herself while sick had been ecstasy...Carolyn's nimble fingers were almost too much to bear.
A deep heave swelled up from the base of Leanna's belly. This one- less thick, more fluid. Chunks of egg and bread floating in curdled milk spewed out of her as Carolyn massaged her emptying stomach...and between her legs. Again she vomited, her body now covered with her gluttony, eyes shut tight in pleasure. She felt a sharp, bright point of pleasure in her sex- the first time she had gotten off by another's hand! - and her eyes snapped open to meet Carolyn's. The cool, steady stare that she had come to crave. The attention she desired- no disgust, no horror, no sympathy or concern. Only steady, careful lust. Leanna tried to smile, breathless, and spewed up once more.
It took two more heaves to fully empty herself, and Carolyn didn't waver. She continued massaging and pressing her mistress's belly as she coated herself in vomit, unable to move in her state of pleasure. At last Leanna drew a shaky breath and reached up dreamily to wipe her lips.
"You're very beautiful like this." Carolyn said frankly, and Leanna forgot herself completely. With a small sigh, she flung her arms around Carolyn, almost in tears. Too late she remembered that she was covered in half digested food, her breath stank, there was bile on her tongue....and Carolyn kissed her anyway.
When they separated (after some time) Leanna was mortified to find that she was crying. Carolyn looked shocked for the first time she had known her. She reached forward hesitantly to wipe a tear from Leanna's eyes.
"Have I....done something wrong?" She asked, voice halting. Leanna shook her head again, face bright red.
"You made me very...happy." she managed in a slightly strangled tone. She could see pieces of her previous meal drying on Carolyn's plain black dress where they had been pressed together, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to please Carolyn in return, though she wasn't sure if she could. But she was also so wrung out, so tired...she curled up in Carolyn's arms, looking up into that beautiful steady gaze, and wiped her eyes.
"You made me very, very happy." She repeated, and angled her head up for a kiss. Carolyn obliged willingly.
"That's my aim, my sweet."
Leanna's heart leapt as Carolyn continued.
"Now, when you feel like you can move, I'll get you cleaned up. And then if you like, I'll put you to bed. But..." and here Carolyn hesitated, again so uncharacteristically that Leanna's heart stuttered.
"If you like I'll take you to bed with me."
Leanna's blush deepened from red to crimson. She felt her stomach flutter again, though now it was nerves.
"I would...I would have you that way." She said awkwardly.
A slow smile brightened Carolyn's face- never a true grin, always small and contained but beautiful for its rarity. She leaned forward and gave Leanna a tender kiss on her vomit-stained lips.
"Then rest, for now, and tell me when you're ready to stand. I'll take care of you, my lady. My Leanna."
And Leanna, overcome with what she feared might be love, kissed her back.
So everyone knows the emeto community is small. Sosososo small. And in a way I am glad it’s this way because everybody (for the most part) have been around this space so long that they like. Know how to behave? That’s pretty cool.
Also I think if it were any bigger than it is we might catch the ire of some halfwits on a forum or some Youtuber who wants to make a quick buck. I think if the greater public found out about the emeto side of tumblr it would be Hell On Earth.
That being said: I think it would be so fucking funny to see what the average normie would think about all this. Even if it was kinda kink shame-y, I’m just so curious about what they’d say. The closest thing I’ve seen is a podcast where a few guys look at fetish websites, and they saw a few posts about emeto in one episode.
This also mostly comes from the fact that I saw a video about the sneeze community one time a while ago , and there was this one bit where the guy was reading a fic and doing the voices all goofy and I can’t forget about it. As someone even tangentially related to that space it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’ll post the clip maybe if enough people show interest but you gotta keep it hush hush ifndjendjren
Also I wish we had proper animators around here like the normal gooners, sickfics animated would go so hard I’m telling you.
I saw some “upset stomach drops” in the grocery store a few days ago and I’m like. Whyyyy hasn’t anybody been using these in sickfics yet helloooo.
For context they’re basically little ginger lozenges. And I can see many a possibility with them tee hee.
A busy office worker stuck with terrible indigestion from shitty catering. They have a big important meeting coming up soon, so there’s no way they can just drop out now. They take a quick break to run down to the convenience store, and pick up the drops and some ginger ale. And the whole meeting they’re popping them like candy, hoping to keep the nausea at bay till they can leave.
Or maybe there’s roadtrip, a long drive home lasting deep into the night. Maybe they’re carsick, or maybe they came down with something on the way back. But there’s nothing but a long stretch of road and darkness ahead of them, not a gas station in sight. So they’re stuck, curled up as much as possible, against who’s ever in the back seat. Their only respite being the drops somebody packed in their bag. Anddd maybe a tummy rub, that would be cool.
Feeling like a very wistful and romantic pervert today.
I need a nice cold rainy day and a queasy boy on my lap. A quiet house where all I can hear is the tv, the rain, and my sweetheart whining and moaning into my shoulder.
When he’s feeling well enough I’ll make him a nice bowl of soup, and when the food makes him feel nauseous again I’ll let him curl into a little ball in my arms tee hee!!!
Boys can be a little clingy and whiny, as a treat.
Would it be possible to get a Carolyn and Leanna story where Leanna gets a stomach bug or perhaps food poisoning? That would be really awesome, I think they are very cute! Thank you :)
Sorry this took a bit, hope you enjoy!
There was an ease, now, with Carolyn. Leanna found herself speaking to her in the same tones that she would a social equal, though only in private. And, privately, she was a little disappointed and bewildered when the only response was a murmured "yes my lady" or "I understand, what may I do to help you?" She chafed at the distance while resenting her desire to close it. Leanna even found herself curious enough to inquire about Carolyn's private affairs, but got no more than the name of a nearby town and the bland response that she came from a family of printers and book binders.
"And why did you learn medicine, then?" Leanna asked, leaning forward in spite of herself. Carolyn shrugged, expressionless.
"My parents had enough apprentices, and I preferred people to pages." She said, and with a quick curtsey withdrew from the room before Leanna could ask her anything further.
Leanna rolled her eyes and returned to the embroidery she'd been fussing with before Carolyn had come in to tidy. As she leaned forward to pick up her hoop, her stomach cramped. Leanna leaned back, frowning. She hadn't been a glutton today, at least not more than usual - she had only eaten an egg and a few pastries for breakfast, and lunch had been the leftovers of Sunday roast with fresh bread and salad. Granted, she had taken a second helping, but that was nothing. And the roast had still been tender, even though it was almost a week old.
Engrossed in her embroidery, Leanna was taken by surprise when her stomach lurched again a few moments later. She set her hoop aside and breathed in deeply, carefully. A slow, deep cramp ran through her belly, and she let out a quiet whimper. Something in her belly wasn't settling. It felt a little worrysome, and a little exciting.
For the most part, when she was ill, Leanna controlled it- she ate, she drank, she filled herself until her body spilled over. But this time...there wasn't enough in her stomach. It was going to hurt, wasn't it? And she would need Carolyn more than ever.
The cramps were coming more quickly now. Leanna's stomach clenched and churned, and she had to swallow loudly before she could call for Carolyn.
The nurse appeared instantly, as if she'd been lurking outside the door. Leanna hunched over as another cramp rolled up from the base of her belly. She felt Carolyn's touch on her back, comforting and welcome but unable to ease the pain in her belly.
"You've taken ill again, haven't you?" Carolyn's breath was warm in her ear, as was her touch. "Would you like more to eat, lady?"
Leanna shook her head quickly, black curls clinging to her pale and suddenly sweaty cheeks.
"No food." She said through tight lips. "I didn't mean to get s-sick."
Her stomach lurched and she felt saliva collecting behind her tongue. She swallowed. Distantly, Leanna felt Carolyn come around the side of her couch and gently take her arm.
"My apologies, lady. Are you able to stand? Would you be more comfortable in bed?"
Leanna let Carolyn pull her to her feet, as always somewhat impressed by the strength of the maid. She was such a slight little thing- sometimes Leanna worried about simply snapping her in half. But Carolyn was stronger than she looked, and by now Leanna no longer attempted to hold her own weight. She let Carolyn support her entirely as the nurse lifted her from her couch.
The entire time, Leanna was wavering and weak, hot and cold by turns. Her stomach was roiling and her tongue was thick with nausea, but she had none of the warm, full pleasure of overindulgence. Instead...it was still pleasure, but it was a thin, high, needy and nervous pleasure. Once again, she needed Carolyn. She needed her to undo her corset and bustier, release her body from its constraints. She needed Carolyn to hold her upright as she whimpered and clutched at her belly. To wipe her sweaty brow, to pat her hand and tell her to be calm, be easy.
Leanna could not be easy. She was cradling her stomach in her arms, gagging and whining, as Carolyn led her to her bed. Leanna immediately lay on her side, curling into a shell around her churning stomach. Lying rather than sitting was no help at all. She belched and moaned, turning away.
"My lady...what did you eat today?" Carolyn asked softly from behind her. Leanna could feel her warm hand on her back. She let out another small sound of pain.
"Don't talk about food." She ordered in a weak voice.
"I apologize but I must insist. My lady's health and comfort is still my chief concern, and if this wasn't your plan..."
Groaning, Leanna summarized her meals, and was too lost in her misery to hear Carolyn's disapproving "tsk". She felt the bed shift and the comforting hand on her back withdrew.
"Wh- where are you going?" Leanna asked in a truly pitiful tone. Another cramp ran through her belly, and she clasped her arms tighter around herself. How cruel, when she was in most need, that Carolyn would desert her!
"To fetch you a chamberpot and water." She heard Carolyn answer from the door. " My lady...I'll explain when you aren't so ill, but even if you don't prefer to vomit, it would be easier. You should rid yourself of what you've eaten."
"What?" Leanna whimpered. "I didn't-"
Her belly interrupted her with a loud and painful gurgle, and she curled up again. Dimly, she heard Carolyn promise to return.
Only a moment after she heard the door close, Leanna felt her throat clench. She struggled upright, despite the spike of nausea it sent through her. She tried to hold her lips closed, be patient until Carolyn returned, but her body was having none of it.
An arc of thick, putrid vomit poured out of her and puddled onto the rug before her bed, splashing onto the bedskirt. She reached up to cover her mouth and then immediately abandoned the effort, wrapping her arms around her belly instead.
Despite not planning it, the pain rolling through her, Leanna couldn't help admiring the mess she was making. She leaned forward and vomited again, what felt like so much more than she had eaten that day. Her stomach cramped and she doubled up as Carolyn returned carrying a large bowl and a pitcher of water.
She rushed to Leanna's side, depositing the water so quickly that it spilled a bit on her bedside table. The bowl she thrust under Leanna's chin just in time for her to heave, drooling.
"Oh, my poor lady, my poor lady." She murmured over Leanna's desperate gags. "You couldn't have known. You'll be finished soon, and feel much relieved."
"Known wh-uuuuurp!- What?" Leanna tried to snap, but a burp forced its way up her throat. She buried her face in the bowl, shoulders heaving as she gagged. She could feel Carolyn caressing the back of her neck and stroking her hair back while she emptied herself out.
"Your lunch...you ate rotten meat. Don't fret, I've already had a word with the cook, and I won't be surprised if the rest of the household becomes ill as well...though I suspect you ate a bit more than the rest, so...."
Leanna was too lost in nausea to answer. The taste of her vomit as it poured from her lips *was* foul, not like when she ate herself sick...she found that thinking of it made her feel worse. She spewed a wave of brown chunky fluid into the bowl, splashing over a bit- not that it mattered, since there was already a large pile of vomit on the carpet.
"Caro-" she whined, not thinking before abbreviation.
"I'm here, my lady." The nurse's voice was soft, as was her hand, gently stroking Leanna's hair. Leanna vomited again, coughing weakly at the end of it. She felt her stomach churn and then empty, one more heave of mostly thin, bitter liquid that threatened to overflow the bowl Carolyn had given her. Through all the nausea and cramps, Carolyn was holding her, petting her.
At last, Leanna set the bowl to the side of the mess she'd left on the rug. She was breathing heavily, stomach empty but aching. She curled up against Carolyn without thinking, and to her relief she felt Carolyn's arms encircle her.
"Ars you feeling better, my lady? It's out of your stomach, though you may feel ill for longer." The nurse's voice was soft and calm, and Leanna found herself nodding and blushing, burying her face in Carolyn's chest.
"S-someone needs to attend to the rug. " she muttered, voice muffled by nausea and Carolyn's shoulder.
"Of course, my lady. As soon as you're resting." Carolyn said gently. Leanna made a pathetic little noise and was rewarded with soothing hands rubbing her back and a soft voice in her ear telling her she was alright. She burped and pulled back, thinking she would vomit again, but it seemed she had emptied herself. Instead she clung to Carolyn, retching unproductively as her nurse rubbed her back and told her she would be alright.
In time, Leanna slept, curled up into a sick little ball, clutching her belly. And each time she woke, in pain and nausea, there was Carolyn beside her. In the morning, she felt hungry again, and she could only see the ghost of a stain on the carpet.
I think more boys should be feverish and nauseous and whiny so you can stick your hand down their pants and edge them till they cry :3
I think it would be really silly and funny to give a boy food that he can’t stomach while he’s sick and then watch him burp and moan and throw up on himself tee heeeeee
Warning for my bros out there who haven’t gotten their cooties shot: woman
Now that there’s a female character in my line-up, I’m about to get some asks that’ll rival the freak of even God’s most freakiest soldier. And you guys can’t call me gay anymore, HA! Also this is Akami, she was featured in Full Measures and is a friend of Andre and Annex’s
