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Hi! Thank you for opening requests I really love your writing! Can I request some smutty twilight emeto? :3 I don’t have a huge character preference but one of the vampires getting forced to eat food for some reason or another then coming home and enjoying the consequences with their partner?

TW: Graphic depiction of vomiting, smut

Alice Cullen was buzzing with anticipation. The king-size bed in front of her has sat unused for decades, but tonight, it’ll be getting plenty of use.

Alice has a secret that only three people know (it’d be two if not for her thought-reading brother).

The act of vomiting has fascinated her from the first time she saw it happen—the vulnerability, the sounds (God, the sounds). It wasn’t until 2008, greedily consuming every video she could find of the act, that she realized the depths of her fascination. She began masturbating to videos of humans vomiting more and more frequently. It took her two years to admit it to Jasper.

Alice Cullen has a puke kink.

She pleasures herself to elaborate sexual fantasies of being puked on, puked in, and sometimes being the one to puke herself. And every once in a while, as out of the blue as it can be when a psychic is involved, she gets to live her fantasies.

Jasper was at a tutoring session with some of their peers—an act of working on his approachability and control—when she received the seemingly innocuous text.

I’m almost wrapped up here. Meet me at the Greenville house.

-Jazz

For Jasper to request they meet at an old family home, a two-hour drive away, is quite strange, but Alice never has to wonder. She immediately delved into the future and listened to Jasper explain that he had eaten human food. He’d been in a tight spot as the trio he had been tutoring decided last-minute to stop and eat, and he’d given one of the students an excuse of a big breakfast for not eating any of his lunch earlier in the day.

Jasper went all in. He ate a full bowl of soup and an entire plate of pasta. He even requested a refill on his drink. He loves to spoil his girl.

Her thumbs blurred over the letters on the screen as she typed her reply.

I’ll bring the rubber sheets!!! ❤️‍🔥

Even with making a pit stop at a superstore (keeping her speed human was a challenge), she’d still made it before Jasper.

Alice has been waiting, not so patiently, on the freshly made bed for her husband, running her hand over the soon-to-be-soiled comforter. She’s been biding her time flicking through hundreds of possibilities for how tonight will go. It took every ounce of her willpower not to slip her hand into the front of her black lace thong.

She hears his car approaching at the exact moment she knew she would. She has half a mind to strip now to speed up the process, but she knows how Jazzy loves to watch her undress.

She manages to wait until Jasper’s car door shuts before opening the door with what was probably a manic grin on her face. Much to her glee, he ran inside.

She greets him by tangling her hand in his shoulder-length locks to pull him into a passionate kiss. Her other hand slides beneath his shirt. She pulls the shirt over his head, and in that moment, she’s sure his distended stomach is the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

Jasper had rushed to Greenville as fast as he could. One reason was that Alice would undoubtedly get revenge if he made her wait longer than necessary, but also because he was so unbearably full. The food, though primarily liquid, sat like a rock in his stomach. A large rock. Vampires were not meant to ingest human food, as his body was yelling at him. His siblings had to eat to keep up the human act now and then, but it was only a bite here and there. They avoid it whenever possible because—A) it tastes like dirt, and B) what goes down must come up.

Any amount is uncomfortable, but this? This is something else. Jasper had been fighting to keep the food down the whole way here, swallowing excessively and shifting in his seat uncomfortably. It’s worth it. She’s worth it.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t cringe when Alice shoves a bottle into his hands.

He inspects it warily. ‘Thick-It’ is displayed prominently on the label as well as ‘Thickened Water’.

“Drink this! It’ll make the consistency perfect.” He’d sigh if he were capable of taking a deep breath. Jasper just lifts his mouth into a smile and caresses her cheek fondly.

“Okay, Love.”

He opens the bottle and hesitantly takes a sniff. It seems innocent enough.

It turns out chugging it is an impossibility as the gel makes its way down his throat at its own pace. Alice’s eyes are trained on his exposed stomach as he drains the large container.

She wastes no time in pulling him to the designated bedroom; he hasn’t even had the chance to take off his shoes.

Once inside the room, she turns to face him and, in a quick motion, tugs his jeans just below his ass. “Off,” she demands. Jasper follows orders, quickly stripping down, then turns his attention to Alice as she lifts one side of her shirt, revealing a patch of perfectly unblemished skin, before taking the shirt off entirely. The bra she wears is one Jasper has expressed his admiration for. He eyes her hungrily as she peels off her skin-tight jeans. She saves the last part for him, as is their ritual.

Once she is laid out on the bed, beautifully exposed, he carefully latches onto her panties with his teeth, easing them off her. He whips his head to toss them aside.

“Hang on, Jazz.” He stops moving immediately. “Lay down for a sec’.” He obeys, and she positions herself on her side so they face each other. “How are you feeling?” Alice rubs her hand soothingly up and down his arm.

He doesn’t exaggerate, per se, but he does make the effort to put an uncharacteristic whine to his voice. “Awful. I feel so sick, Alice.” She makes a sympathetic noise.

“Describe it to me.”

“I feel full all the way up to my throat. My stomach aches really bad.” He pouts. “I could puke any minute. I feel incredibly nauseous.”

“Aww.” Alice flits herself to the other side of the bed and spoons him. He mourns the sight of her, but the feel of her naked body flush against his makes up for it. He feels mildly self-conscious when she begins stroking his bloated stomach but soon relaxes. This is Alice, and he’s sure she’s worshiping him right now. He lets out a hum.

Then, she begins adding pressure.

“Alice, I’ll puke,” he warns.

“I know,” she states, a grin in her voice. Jasper sees her head pop over his shoulder to view his face as she digs her palm into his abdomen abruptly.

A spurt of liquid lands right in front of his face with a wet gag. He feels the shape of her breasts on his back from where he arched into her. He groans. Once he starts to puke, the vomit is so much harder to hold in. His stomach contents displayed before him spread slightly to touch his chin. He rolls over and reaches a hand down to slip his fingers between her folds. She’s deliciously wet.

Neither of them had ever been much for dirty talk, too used to remaining as quiet as possible in a house full of individuals with enhanced hearing. So, he said nothing as he slipped two fingers inside her. He savored the sweet whine that left her lips.

The next thing he knows, she’s grasping his erect cock in her small hand and stroking him. “How do you feel now?”

A growl rumbles its way through his chest as he flips her onto her back. She eagerly spreads her long, flawless legs wide and lifts her ass off the bed, providing Jasper perfect access to her inviting, dripping entrance. He gulps back the thick substance creeping up his throat while savoring the feeling of her body squeezing his shaft as he enters slowly. He’s already gagging on his second thrust. He has to keep focus to not immediately start vomiting profusely. He wants to draw out the experience for his cherished wife.

“Oh, Jazz…” He hears her moan his name over his body-rocking aborted gags. Just as they gain a heavenly rhythm, he vomits with a deep, productive heave once, twice. It drips down Alice’s sides from where it coats her stomach. He hears a gasp. Alice trails her fingers through the thick substance in fascination.

Jasper picks up his pace, and he just knows Alice revels in the way his stomach contents slosh audibly as he does so.

He lasts another minute—maybe less before he’s throwing up, this time with fervor. One retch after another sprays vomit so forcefully it splatters onto his hips and Alice’s breasts. He still registers Alice quivering around him, her first orgasm of the night.

“Okay, Jazz, stop,” she directs, pressing a finger to his now tightly closed lips.

A moment after she maneuvers him to lay on his back, his head jerks off the pillow as chewed, undigested noodles fill his cheeks. He presses a fist to his mouth and, with great difficulty, swallows it back down. Jasper’s groan of disgust is quickly muffled by Alice’s mouth as it takes control of his in a passionate kiss. Jasper idly registers Alice’s vomit-coated hand tangle into his hair. Alice ruts against his thigh as their mouths move like a well-oiled machine.

“Gag for me, Baby.”

Alice licks the tongue that pokes out of his mouth as he follows her command. Though he tries not to let it happen, he loses a small spurt of fluid from his stomach. Alice doesn’t so much as flinch, let alone cringe. She simply spits before pecking his lips.

Before Jasper can process the fact that he just vomited into his wife’s mouth, he’s moaning in pleasure as she guides him back inside her and rides him.

“Let go, Baby.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He hoists himself up on his elbows and releases control. Her delicate hands rest on his stomach as it contorts and contracts with his loud heaves. Vomit paints his chest, dribbles down his chin, and patters onto Alice’s fingers.

He’s left panting and gagging emptily. He lays his head down when he’s expelled all there is to expel. He relishes the visceral relief of being rid of the food and allows himself to get lost in the pleasure of Alice’s gyrating hips. It isn’t long before he’s bucking his hips upward, filling her. “Alice,” he lets himself cry out.

Hours later, after eight orgasms between the two and a long, sensual shower, they head home with a trashbag full of soiled linens and an unassuming folded rubber sheet in the trunk of Jasper’s car. They’ll come back for the other vehicle later. Alice won’t be letting Jasper out of her sight anytime soon.

--------Author's Note--------

I hope you like it Anon! I had a lot of fun writing this. As soon as I got your request, I couldn’t focus on anything else; I just had to get writing.

P.S. you can’t convince me Alice isn’t a kinky little shit. 😂

Feel free to be as specific as you like in requests. Nothing vom-related is off the table 😈

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