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Just a short and sweet emeto audio. I chugged a bunch of water and then this happened. Enjoy :)

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Appreciating this post as both a feminist and a bisexual woman

The bad rep "ladywhump" has in some circles is so baffling to me. Given that the whump community is an entire community about reading and writing bad things happening to characters and characters suffering, usually as a display of love to our favourite character and a desire to see our favourite character put into Situations, I refuse to see either erasing female characters from that narrative entirely or making female characters purely into careakers for the male character who's actually the focus and your favourite as A Win For Feminism, Actually.

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a girlfriend is just a weighted blanket that bites you

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Soft hearted ppl with disgusting kinks>>>>

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Dreaming of eating out a girl while her belly churns and groans above my head.

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Sickie going “get me off this stupid [insert vehicle here] before gagging or vomiting

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Emeto Shipping Meme

1.Who gets sick more easily, and who has the impenetrable immune system?

2, Who tries to hide their illness, and who tells everyone how miserable they feel?

3. Who pukes all over their shoes/car/date and who makes it to a trash can/toilet?

4.Who is careful about containing their germs, and who spreads them to everyone else?

5. Who collapses into bed at the first feverish shiver, and who stubbornly ignores the illness until they truly can’t any more ?

6. Who gets clingy when they’re sick, and who can’t stand to be touched?

7. Who pukes when they see/smell something gross, and who has an iron stomach?

8. Who gets nauseous on amusement park rides, and who hops on the biggest rollercoaster in the park?

9. Who gets sick when they’re anxious, and who’s the chill one?

10. Who’s the better caretaker, and who won’t go anywhere near the sickie?

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You're a young mage.  Though talented and creative with your magical studies, you have a tendency to be a little… lazy.  And that laziness has the propensity of getting you into trouble.

Like the one time you tried to enchant a broom into fetching water to fill your bath and ended up flooding your mentor's home instead.  The fallout from that hadn't been fun, but you'd learned your lesson.  At least that's what you'd told your mentor. 

In reality, though?  If you could save yourself from some physical effort with your magic, then by all the hells you'd try to do it.

It was late the night you realized you'd worked through both lunch and dinner, leaving you absolutely starving.  But the kitchen was on the other side of the house and you really, really didn't feel like walking all the way there and all the way back.  Plus everyone was bound to be asleep at this hour, so you'd be reduced to cooking, too.

Why couldn't you just magic the food to your room instead?  Better yet, skip the whole boring eating process and magic it directly into your stomach? 

The possible consequences never even crossed your mind as you began to quickly compile a spell.  A special twist on a transportation spell would probably do the trick, you thought to yourself.  A portal directly from the pantry to your gut.  What could possibly go wrong? 

So you settled on the wording, gathered your power, and focused it through your wand.  You cast the spell with a flick of your wrist, but for a moment, nothing happened.  You frowned down at your wand, wondering what you'd screwed up this time-- but then you felt it.

A tingle of magic and something dropping into your stomach from within.  You had no way of telling what it might be besides food, but you didn't really care in the midst of your sudden excitement.  It worked!  The spell worked!  Grabbing some paper and a quill, you began scribbling down the details of your spellwork for further study, barely even noticing when you felt the same sensation again. 

You barely noticed it the third time it happened, too. 

By the fourth time, though, you were starting to feel a bit full.  The spell wasn't transporting small bites of food, after all, for that would have been incredibly inefficient.  Sure, you hadn't specified the exact parameters of the spell in your haste, but the intention was there and that's what mattered, right?

By the sixth time the magic dropped food into your stomach, you'd abandoned your quill to press a hand against your now-bulging belly.  You winced, feeling your body already straining to hold whatever you'd bespelled into it.  "That's enough," you grumbled under your breath as you shook your wand.  "You can stop now." 

But then it happened again.  And again.  And again.  By the tenth time you could feel panic starting to rise alongside some faint nausea, your now obviously distended middle straining against your mage's robes.  You were belatedly starting to understand why your mentor always stressed putting limits on a spell, for while you'd told the magic what to do, you hadn't restrained the quantity for it to transport, nor the type of food you wanted it to send. 

Something else forced its way into your stomach, leaving you whimpering as a much larger mass warped your belly into an unnatural shape and sent you stumbling to your knees.  From the weight and the long, hard protuberance on one side, you could only guess it to be the whole ham your mentor had been keeping for a special occasion. 

Twenty pounds of meat teleported directly into your stomach all at once.  What was next?  An apple?  A loaf of bread?  A side of beef?

You clutched at your stomach, your eyes growing wide as the tingle hit again.  Guess you'd find out soon enough.

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Pacing

i know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so TW for very mild emeto.

i really like the idea of a guy who can’t sit still when he feels sick. instead of lying down and trying to sleep it off like most, he paces back and forth, trying to logically deduce what’s wrong with his stomach. no matter how many times you tell him to sit down and rest, he shakes his head and wanders around with his hands laced behind his head, taking deep, labored breaths. he refuses to give into the fact that he feels sick.

you’re sitting on the sofa, and all of a sudden out of the corner of your eye you see he stops pacing. his face falls.

“Oh God—“ he chokes out. he rushes down the hallway. you hear the toilet seat hit the back of the tank.

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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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just wanna be held down and teased for hours until im so desperate i cant form full sentences

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that weird emetophile feel of when you're throwing up and one second it's like "ugh this is terrible i feel awful why was this ever my kink this fucking sucks" and then the next you're like "oh fuck yeah that was so hot i wish my fellow emetophiles could've seen me"

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I’d love to see/hear how this works with food. I always read about people trying it on an empty stomach. Wouldn’t want to try this with food and end up nauseous but not enough to be sick. Chugging milk seems to be reliable — I wonder how green tea stacks up.

I see you saying, you‘re making yourself nauseous. Mind me asking how you do that? You have great content on here! :)

I don't mind at all, i use strongly brewed green tea. It contains a chemical (that i did know the name of, but can't seem to remember) that causes nausea. There's normally not enough of it to make you nauseous enough to puke, so that's why it has to be strongly brewed. If you're using individual cups, 2 bags per cup, brew for 15, to 25 minutes depending on how strong you need it exactly. If using a large bottle like i do, 10 bags brewed for the same amount of time. Drink a good amount relatively quickly, then sip on the rest over time. It takes between 30 minutes and an hour to puke usually with this method. It works faster on an empty belly, but it works regardless if what's in there it just has to be made a little stronger. If you have any questions about it, feel free to ask. Side note, thank youu! I'm glad you like my content :)

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i am convinced there is /nothing hotter/ than men fucking whimpering while their bellies cramp up; especially if they’re being filled up, and their stomach is taut and hurts too much to touch

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big fan of pukey retching girls. call her my little frying pan the way her stomach acid makes it sizzle