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Kinktober Day 15

Feminization

MINORS DNI

Warnings: gn genitals ambiguous dom reader (implied usage of cock/strap), sub Ashton Vargas, feminization, hinted (?) dumbification, vargas has a small dick

"Pretty girl," you praise, taking Ashton's little cock into your fist.

He arches his back at the simulation, showing off his tits. The lingerie he started the night wearing has long been tugged up for you to suck and bite at his massive chest. Now his nipples are red and puffy from you playing with them until he was breathless and begging for more.

"Your little clit got so hard from me sucking on your tits," Ashton moans wantonly at your words, jerking and squirming under your touch. You've tugged off the cute panties he was wearing, appreciating the way his dick tented them before tossing them elsewhere in favor of touching his skin.

"Want me to eat you out?" you ask. Ashton nods so quickly you wonder if he'll get whiplash.

"Please, please, want that, I need it, I want it, want you to eat me out, please, please," he babbles, pre bubbling from his tip.

"Okay sugar, settle down," you tug on his cock roughly, and Ashton gasps loudly. Then, sweetly, you place a little kiss at his tip. He moans, then squeals when you lick away the pre and wrap your lips around him. You lick, suck, then swallow his cock fully into your mouth. It's not hard to fit Ashton entirely into your mouth, and suck him off proper.

"Feels good, oh, oh you're really good, making me feel so so good, thank you, fuck, fuh-oh, thank you," you moan around his cock and Ashton keens. His massive thighs clamp around your head, pressing your face into his hairy groin. "Ah, I'm gonna cum, you-you're gonna make me cum, can I? Oh, can I?" he gasps.

You're only semi surprised by how long (or rather short) he's lasted. Your lover has a habit of finishing quickly, especially when your mouth is on him. You look up at Ashton, all flushed and fucked dumb, and flutter your lashes, swallowing and sucking tightly around his dick. When you press your finger teasingly against Ashton's hole, he shudders and spills into your mouth.

"Ungh yes," he gurgles dumbly, going limp under your touch as he submits himself to his climax. You swallow his cum down, pinching his thigh to unwrap it from your head when he goes soft in your mouth.

"Hey sweet girl," you mumble, your voice rough and used, "I'm gonna fuck this tight cunt next," you promise, pressing your finger against his hole.

"Please," he whines, and you can't wait to fuck him until he can't form a coherent thought.

[knoxmares]

how filling - che'nya x dom(ish) top amab reader

MINORS DNI

tags: che'nya exhibiting some yandere behavior, stuffing, emeto, mentions of sickness, implied fwb relationship, slightly under-negotiated kink a/n: unofficial sequel to this fic. you don't have to read it to enjoy this one, but there's some details that are carried over

You’re smirking before Che’nya even opens the door, his genuine look of shock being just what you predicted.

“Surprise…”

“Wha-“ his wide yellow eyes blink slowly as if he thought you were a hallucination. You suppose this is your first time visiting him at the Royal Sword Academy, and it gives you satisfaction knowing you’ve caught him off guard for once.

“Gonna invite me in, kitty? You know I’m really not supposed to be here, so there’s no telling what goody two shoes might report me.” You glance down the dorm hallway, which is thankfully still vacant. Unfortunately, you don’t have Che’nya’s disappearing ability, which allows him to be effortlessly sneaky.

“You never need an invitation” he eyes you curiously as he steps back to let you in, wrapping himself tighter in the blanket that’s draped over his shoulders. You swiftly step inside allowing yourself to scan the dimly lit room, which you’ve only seen in pictures and video calls. Considering you are childhood friends, one would think you would have visited him at some point during the three years you’ve been enrolled at separate schools, but he dropped in on you so frequently there was never a need to.

“How are you feeling?” You set down the bag you brought on his desk. You had brought him some food since he had told you he was slowly getting his appetite back.

“A bit better I suppose” he pouts slightly shuffling back over to his bed. “I’m going to start going back to classes tomorrow.”

“Oh really?” You join him on his bed, and you notice his soft look of surprise when you leave no distance between you two. “I hope you’re not pushing yourself to go back too soon. Someone has been bringing you your work, no?” You can’t help but reach out a hand to try to assess his condition yourself. You press the back of your hand to his forehead, and it feels normal, but you press it to his cheek for good measure. He purrs at your actions, holding your hand against his cheek as he nuzzles into it further.

“You’re not worried about getting sick?” Che’nya looks more like himself than ever glancing up at you seductively with a smirk on his face. “Or maybe you just missed me too much.”

“Says the one who’s texted me nonstop telling me how miserable he is and complained that he had no one to take care of him.”

“No one as fun as you at least” he teasingly kisses the back of your hand that he’s still holding against his face.

“You really must be feeling better” you surmise. If he hadn’t sent you pictures of him looking peakish or voice messages of his terribly hoarse voice, you might believe he exaggerated his sickness to get you to come over. Though you were still suspicious of his intentions when he sent you a picture of him in his bed yesterday, dressed in lingerie and claiming to be “sooo bored.” You couldn’t deny part of you hoped that same lingerie was hidden under his blanket now.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come over when you were sicker”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to come at all, but I’m glad you did” he gives you a toothy grin. “And you brought me something” his eyes glance over to the bag you brought, ears twitching with anticipation.

“Don’t get too excited. I just thought you might like a home cooked meal now that you’re eating more. You are keeping your food down now, right?”

“You made me food?” The second part of your sentence gets ignored as the thought of you preparing something for him evidently fills his head. His starry-eyed gaze keeps shifting from you to the bag, so you figure you might as well offer it to him now, which he readily accepts.

“It’s not anything special. You know I’m not much of a cook, so I just made you your favorite stew and also a strawberry tart, but you don’t have to eat it today of course” Your humble words do nothing to dull his excitement, his eager eyes never leaving you as you take out the stew and use your magic to heat it for him.

“Here you go” You try to hand him the bowl, but he gives you a sly look exposing his bare chest as he pulls his arms out of his blanket.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t seem to have any spare hands at the moment” he shrugs his shoulders as he displays his arms that seemingly have no hands attached.

“How curious…” you steal his common phrase giving him a knowing look. “I guess I’ll have to feed it to you then.”

“I guess so…” Che’nya looks at you innocently, but you can imagine the playful flick of his tail being concealed by his blanket.

He happily accepts spoonfuls of stew, letting out occasional hums of pleasure between bites. Before you know it, he’s cleaned out the bowl and is asking for the strawberry tart. You attempt to get him to hold off to ensure the stew settles well in his stomach, but he insists he’s fine, so you get out the tart.

“And you made this?” The hunger in his eyes appears deeper than a desire for food.

“Yeah. Trey had a busy week, so I didn’t want to bother him with it. I followed his recipe though, so I think it turned out well”

“I’m sure it’s delicious” he assures you. “Especially since you were thinking of me while baking it” he doesn’t even try to veil his delight over the thought. He opens his mouth expectantly and you feed him a bite, choosing not to comment on the reappearance of his hands.

“Mmmm,” he licks his lips as if to savor every crumb. You offer him bite after bite which he chomps on happily.

“Okay maybe we should stop here, and that way you’ll have some more for later.”

“No” he whines. “It’s so good. I don’t want to stop.” He looks at you through his lashes pleading with you. “Please, feed me more.” Against your better judgment, you give in to him.

“Ok… but if you push yourself too far, that’s on you” you warn giving him another bite. He lets out an approving nod, humming happily. You can’t deny it does stir something in you seeing him eat your food so earnestly. You believe your own eyes must be filled with hunger when the blanket slips off his body, revealing him to only be wearing boxers. The band sits below his stomach which has a noticeable bulge.

He rubs it lazily as he takes longer breaks between bites. You assume he’s getting full based on his deeper breathing, but he has yet to refuse a bite, his soft smile never leaving his face. While he seems as content as ever you find yourself shifting in your spot, trying to ignore the feeling of your cock straining against your pants.

You came here as a friend you try to remind yourself, but the praise that falls from Che’nya’s lips doesn’t help your situation.

“Mmmm, I missed being able to eat properly, but now you’ve ruined other food for me. How am I supposed to enjoy anything when I know I could have your cooking instead? It feels so good being full of your food, so you have to cook for me more, okay?” He rubs his belly with both hands as if admiring the bulge himself.

“My belly would definitely get bigger if I got to eat your cooking all the time” he giggles to himself. “Wouldn’t you like to see that” He looks at you suggestively, and you can hardly hold yourself back any longer, moving your body so that you’re straddling his lap. He looks at you with amused curiosity, gently bucking up against you when you rub your hands across his stomach just like he was doing moments prior.

“I would actually” you smirk “But for now, how about you eat these last two bites for me”

“If that’s what you want” he whines a bit when you move your hands, but he looks at you with heavy lust as he wraps his lips around the fork you offer him. He pants slightly as he licks his lips, and you can’t help but offer him the last bite straight from your hands.

He doesn’t immediately take your fingers in his mouth, which is how you know he is reaching his limit. He takes a moment, seemingly steeling himself for the last bite, but eventually opens his mouth allowing you to place the last piece of tart inside. He closes his lips around your fingers, making sure to lick the tip of your fingers before he chews the bite in his mouth.

“Look at you, kitty. You actually ate it all” You go back to rubbing his stomach, letting your fingers drift a little higher to tease his nipples.

“Ah,” he lightly gasps. “I know I could fit more” he slightly lifts his hips so he can slowly grind against you.

“I should have known you’d be insatiable, even when you’re still recovering.” You lean back, letting your fingers lightly trace the stain of precum that marks his boxers. He’s all too eager to help you take off his only piece of clothing. He hisses in pleasure when you finally take him in your hand, but he’s quick to insist you rid yourself of your clothes too.

Just as eager to feel his touch, you don’t argue, swiftly getting off him so you can fulfill his request. You lay beside him now, his hands immediately going to stroke you. Your intermingled moans fill the space between you as you get each other off. You take your other hand and rub it against his tip, causing his hips to jerk. His head falls against your shoulder as he lets out a strangled moan, and you continue your movements.

“Please… I’m ready for you…” he manages to pant out. “…wanna be full.”

“I don’t know if you should take me.” You can’t help but still be concerned about his limits.

“But I wan-“ He interrupts his own sentence with a cough, barely managing to cover his mouth. He pauses for a moment, but another harsh cough racks his body, most likely remnants of the sickness he had. He slowly sits up, facing away from you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Even though he stopped coughing, he still sits frozen, hand covering his mouth.

“Che’nya?” you have a feeling you know what’s wrong and those thoughts are soon confirmed when he starts his next coughing fit. Instead of covering his mouth, he instantly reaches for the wastebin by his bed that’s half filled with tissues. He clutches it tightly his cough suddenly turning into retching.

At the sound of him emptying his stomach into the wastebin, you quickly move so that you’re by his side. You soothingly rub his back as he continues to vomit, waiting patiently for him to get it all out.

“Fuck” he rasps out, a trail of saliva still hanging from his bottom lip and tears dotting the corner of his eyes. He wipes his mouth then takes a deep breath as he looks up, closing his eyes. Your hand that’s on his back drifts up to the nape of his neck where you twirl a piece of his hair around your finger.

“This is where you say I told you so” he looks at you from the corner of his eye, managing a small smirk. He doesn’t even wait for you to answer, softly chuckling to himself. “But I would do it again”

“My food was that good, huh?” There’s doubt laced in your words.

“Hmmmhmmm” he hums, his eyes are closed again, and you wonder if he’s feeling another wave of nausea, but he puts the wastebin back on the floor instead. “What can I say? I’ll always want all of you”

“I know” are the words you choose to say after a beat of silence. Instead of further acknowledging his feelings you bring a hand to his stomach, rubbing small and gentle circles across his abdomen.

He lets out a sound that is both a sigh and a moan. You haven’t even touched his nipples and yet he seems to be turned on, his dick twitching. “I think I want you to fill me up even more now” he admits.

“If that’s what you want” you graze your finger over his nipple while planting a kiss on his shoulder. His breathing becomes ragged as you tease his skin between your teeth. You play with his chest for a bit longer before asking him where he keeps his lube.

Che'nya lays on his side, massaging his stomach as he waits for you. Despite his flushed face, his tail still moves with eager anticipation as you settle in your place behind him. He's quieter than usual, only making a soft pleased sound as you push your fingers into him.

“More” he begs, and you oblige, finally lining your cock up with his entrance.

“Let me know if you need me to stop” you remind him before pushing your tip in. You slowly bottom out waiting until he gasps for you to move to continue with your thrusts.

“Fuck…you feel so hot and tight around me, kitty” You snap your hips into him a bit harder. “It feels so good”

“Ah- “ Che’nya grips his bedsheets tighter, and you hear a gurgling sound come from his stomach.

“Don’t stop” he whimpers feeling you hesitate. You place your hand on his stomach and feeling it rumble beneath your touch, you fuck into him with new fervor.

“Aghh” he gasps and leans over off the bed just in time for a thin stream of vomit to make it mostly into the wastebin. With Che’nya’s walls squeezing tightly around you, you reach your climax with a couple more thrusts. He holds your hand that rests on his stomach and whines as he feels you fill him up.

Keeping yourself buried in him, you move your other hand to his cock to help him finish, which only takes a few strokes. You take in his dazed expression and faint smile, feeling an urge to kiss his sweat slicked skin. He whimpers at the feeling of your lips on his neck, his classic Cheshire grin appearing as you trail slow kisses up his jawline.

“Yup,” he sighs blissfully. “I would definitely do it again”

[knoxmares]

clutch of a cute neighbor - power bottom che'nya x top male pomefiore reader

MINORS DNI

tags: che'nya exhibiting some yandere behavior, possessiveness, hints of sensory deprivation (receiving), very subtle breeding kink

You really must be distracted today because it isn’t until you’ve completely removed the violet robe of your dorm uniform that you feel a familiar prickling sensation on the back of your neck. No doubt his own excitement has given him away.

“I’m this close to making a deal with the Octavinelle housewarden.” A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you pinch the bridge of your nose. You really didn’t feel like his antics today, yet you turn to look back at the corner of the room where you know he awaits, the sound of his laughter coming before the appearance of his crooked smile.

“I know you don’t mean that” Che’nya practically purrs. “If you really were so cruel to want to rid yourself of a childhood friend, you could easily create some sort of cursed trap for me. That’s something you Pomefiore students excel at, right?” His devilsh smirk is but a glint as it disappears again along with the rest of him.

“Haven’t you missed me?” you suddenly feel the weight of his head on your shoulder, and you’re met with a pair of floating yellow eyes that peer at you seductively through long lashes. You feel his fingertips trail slowly across your chest.

“It’s impossible to miss you when not even a month has passed since your last visit.” You deadpan. Your feigned disinterest doesn’t faze him, however, the buttons of your black dress shirt seemingly unbuttoning themselves.

“I just worry about you…” Che’nya innocently claims. You intake a sharp breath when he teases your nipple, slightly twisting it in his invisible fingertips. “Even Riddle and Trey strayed and lost their way. How pitiful would be to see my cute neighbor wander unknowingly into the shadows?” You feel the tickle of fur on your cheek as he just barely grazes his teeth across the skin of your neck.

His effect on you is only evident in the way you tightly ball your fists at your sides, desire and annoyance welling up inside you. The word cute echoes in your head, the word floating on the tails of Che’nya’s teasing tone just like it did when you were younger. It was annoying as a little boy to feel like your identity was consumed by such a word, leading you to be a bit bitter when assigned to Pomefiore, but you’d grown past that. It still irked you, however, when he said it.

“You’ve just never been one to share your toys” you scoff, eyes now focused on the seemingly detached hands that walk themselves down your stomach to the hem of your pants. How long had you been his plaything? He had welcomed you with eyes of playful curiosity when you first moved in beside him as a kid, and somehow that was never replaced by boredom. Instead, as you got older, his eyes became dotted with some intense desire that you had yet to satiate.

“Do you blame me for not trusting others with my prized plaything?” His smile reappears in front of your bulge, purple nail gently raking across your length that is now only covered by the thin fabric of your underwear. It twitches at his touch, causing his smile to become impossibly wider. “Even the perfectly manicured hands of Vil Schoenheit could ruin you, you know?”

“Vil is my housewarden.”

“Curious…” Che’nya allows his whole body to come into view, still kneeling before you but face absent of previous mirth. “For someone so busy, he seems to have plenty of time for you.” His face remains impassive as he rids you of your last layer of clothing and takes your length into his hand.

“Spying on me, are you?” your voice comes off breathless as you barely hold back a moan. Che’nya drinks in your reaction, pulling out that repressed moan by licking a stripe up your shaft.

“No need. Not when there’s traces of you in so many of his MagiCam posts.” This time he uses his tongue to tease the base of your balls. When you grip his hair he sucks on one side lewdly. “It’s like you tease me on purpose” he mewls, pout on his face as he presses his cheek to your pelvis. 

“A glimpse of your favorite pencil on the table at the library. Your signature nail polish color adorning his nails. Your shadow lurking in the corner. Even an image of your hand holding a mirror for him.” With every word he strokes you with more fervor. It’s like he can’t stand the idea of you being remotely close to someone. Even as kids, he’d act out if you seemingly drifted closer to Trey or Riddle. You were his cute neighbor. Only his.

“You’re ah-“ he takes you into his mouth. “Being ridiculous.” slurping sounds fill the space of your room as he eagerly bobs his head on your cock. Your hips are spurred forward by the inviting heat of his mouth, tip hitting the back of his throat. He takes you with ease, even managing to slightly quirk his lips up in a grin as he slows his movements, just barely scraping his teeth along your length. You shudder at the sensation, fisting his hair once again. You use it as leverage to force him down on you again, his tongue feeling too good working against the underside of your cock. With pleasure building up fast you pull him off you. He tries to take your tip into his mouth again, but you hold his hair in a tight grip, causing him to chuckle and lick his lips.

“You do make me a bit mad.” He truly does look dazed, heavy lidded eyes consumed with lust. Hand previously used to fondle your balls sneaks further back to ghost over your entrance, tip of his finger just barely entering you as he passes back over it again. He watches you closely to gauge your reaction, but you simply click your tongue.

“Enough with the games Che’nya. I know you already prepared for me” Your words ignite a spark in those yellow eyes that suddenly disappear. In fact, his presence disappears all together, hair no longer held in your grasp. You pump your leaking cock a couple of times glancing around the room as you wait for his reappearance.

“Who appears needy now?” His teasing voice bounces off your walls. “I’m sure Vil has never seen you so uncomposed. He’d probably be appalled that you even allow yourself to show a hint of desperation.” his giggle permeates the air. 

“I like it though.” His words become a whisper in your ear. “I love every part of you” He blows onto your ear, taunting you.

“You’ll give me all of you, won’t you?” He appears now on your bed, fully unclothed, clearly projecting his own desperation onto you as he looks back at you already holding his cheeks apart. His tail flicks in the air in anticipation, hole fluttering around nothing as you approach him.

“Open” he twirls his tongue around the fingers you push between his lips, never breaking eye contact with you even as you push those same fingers into his entrance. Hands now gripping your sheets, he whines for more as he pushes his hips back to meet your small thrusts. He shudders as you curl your fingers to brush against his prostate, but it’s not long until you give him what he really wants. He’s practically salivating as you press your tip into him.

Encouraging you to just fill him up already, you bottom out, eliciting a moan from both your lips. “That’s it” he purrs. “Isn’t it like my hole was made for you, molding around you so purrfectly” You grunt in response, taking the base of his tail in your hand so you can begin thrusting into him. Moans spill from Che’nya’s lips, head thrown back in pleasure. As your thrusts get more passionate, you leave his tail in favor of gripping his hips, your hips sharply snapping into his. You don’t even care that purple bruises will bloom where your fingers dig into him. He’ll likely trace them in delight later, dizzy with happiness that you’ve marked him in some form.

With your movements becoming more sporadic, Che’nya can tell you’re close and predictably switches positions. One instant he’s rocking back to meet your thrusts with his back arched and the next he’s hugging your shoulders, forcing you to hold him up as he continues to bounce on your cock.

“You better give me every drop of your cum” lips brush over your ear, nails digging into your back. With his legs tightly hooked around you, you hold his slim hips tightly against you as you thrust up into him. He gasps into your neck as you fill him with your hot seed, rolling his hips forward for friction as his walls tightly clamp around you. He lets out a soft, gasping whine as he cums untouched, holding you tighter. With both of you gasping for breath, he licks and nips your neck, murmuring the word “mine” into your skin. He knows that you hate when he leaves marks, but he also knows you are more than capable of covering them up.

You suppose you should at least let him have that, since you never allow his kisses to drift to your lips. That would make this more than it is. It was the one part of you that you’d hold out of Che’nya’s reach, hating the way he called you his cute neighbor but unwilling to let him call you something more. In that way, maybe it was more fitting to call him your plaything. No wonder you drove him mad.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  happy sunday! here's another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜

❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜

❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜

❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it's making you hard. ❜

❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

❛ do what you want, but you'd better make it good or i'll kill you. ❜

❛ as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more. ❜

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜

❛ someone's needy. ❜

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

❛ i'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜

❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜

❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

[sztmaimo]

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[tears0fsatan]

                ♰          ・        𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... suggestive! below sixteen, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, dead dove do not eat, implied m!reader, vampire!asmodeus, gore, cannibalism question mark (he's a vampire does it really count as cannibalism), blood, mild dub con

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... welcome to the start of my horror mini series! kicking it off with something that has had me gripping the bars of my enclosure like the animal i am! i loveee unsettling asmo and cannibalism as a metaphor for devotion and so why not combine the two am i right (can u believe that all the dialogue in this actually came from the game.. they should make asmo deranged more often)

 #﹏𖣠  ㅤ HEART SHAPED HICKIES MASTERLIST ㅤ. . . ㅤ !! ( ☠️ )

the moments leading up to the cute, pink-haired vampire making himself comfortable on your lap while your body remained frozen still were a blur. all you could remember was a soft, coquettish mumble asking for your help before a dizzying embrace and the current predicament you found yourself in.

"hehe," asmodeus giggled breathlessly, looking up at you with wet puppy eyes you never realised looked so sinister up until that very moment, "i need you to help me satiate my hunger." time felt as though it came to a halt, the haunting words ringing in your head as your mind ran wild.

perhaps asmodeus could see the fear swimming in your eyes for he let out another sweet giggle which, under different circumstances, you would've found charming, but all it did now was send a shiver down your spine. a strange shine flashed in his eyes, the kind of gleam he usually got whenever he got excited over a new plaything, only in this instance, you had become his new object of interest.

"i want your blood so bad i can't stand it! you're the only one who can do anything about that!" the vampire whined, putting on that faux, innocent tone you had grown used to. "your skin is so tender, so fragile… like this spot here," his fingers brushed against the crook of your neck, the feather light touch leaving goosebumps in their wake, "it's so soft and supple." the words came out in the form of a whisper, masking the horrifying meaning behind an intimate and gentle front.

"if i were to sink my teeth into it, i wonder what sort of noises you'd make…?" there was a heavy implication beneath the teasing question, though whether asmodeus was hinting towards something obscene or something dangerous was unknown to you.

"hehe, if I get overexcited and take so much of your blood that it kills you, sorry in advance, okay?" he giggled before bending forward with practiced grace to bite into the junction of your neck and shoulder, accurately landing directly on your jugular vein. the hollow words offered you no comfort, much less the teasing hilt the sentence ended on.

then before you knew it, he was there, nestled on your lap with his pouty lips attached to your neck where he ate his fill, hands gripping your shoulders like they were a vice and the only thing keeping him grounded with you. the only noise in the room that could be heard was the loud slurping from the vampire, fervently suckling on your neck like a starved man, not letting even a single drop of your blood slip past.

you tasted so sweet, better than any other prey he had caught before and he craved more. asmodeus's eyes often wandered to your chest, staring intently at the flesh that came between him and your beating heart. he wondered how your heart would taste, freshly ripped out from your warm body, if the lump of muscle would continue to beat even when harshly taken out of it's home. he daydreamed about how the thick, warm, saccharine blood would feel sliding down his throat, sucking you dry of every ounce of life.

the blood that very heart of yours produced had been the most addictive thing he'd ever tried, and the vampire had been alive long enough to try out all sorts of things. from the very moment he walked by you and caught a whiff of your heavenly scent, he knew he had found his new plaything for the meantime. there was something different about you, something that set you apart from the other humans he had hunted and consumed.

he couldn't get enough of you, pliant in his hold and yet the heat in your gaze slowly shifting from fear to defiance. it was all so adorable to the vampire, no matter how hard you tried to fight against his magic, it was inevitable. it was refreshing so see someone attempt to fight against his magic rather than accept their fate. the thought of that alone was enough to have asmodeus shuddering in response, his hips subconsciously rolled against your thigh. hell, he wanted nothing more than to rip you apart, to savour the taste of your flesh on his tongue like you were the main course at some lavish restaurant, made and served all for him.

he wanted to scavenge through your organs, find out which part of you tasted the best and what tasted the worst, if it were possible. asmodeus was thoroughly convinced no part of you could taste bad, be it finger or liver.

he detached himself from your neck with a loud 'pop!' and sat up to face you, shifting his hips backwards ever so slightly so he could get a better look at your face. though he did his best to not let any blood slip by, he was unable to stop the blood from coating the lower half of his face.

an unsettling grin took over his face, his bloody mouth on full display for you to see. a couple small drops of blood trickled down from his fangs, the rest of his teeth coated in a light sheen of blood, which only served to make asmodeus look all the more unnerving. the vampire usually emitted a radiating beauty that often left people speechless and questioning whether he was really a human or not, had it not been for his pupils that turned into slits and his irises that had a faint glow, reminding you all too well that the person sitting on your lap was far from human.

a groan escaped your mouth as your surroundings began to spin, the sound of your heart pumping excessively to replenish the blood you had forcibly stolen for you echoed in your ears and only served to make you feel dizzier. it took all your strength to keep your eyes open, to watch his long tongue flicked out of his mouth to lap up the surrounding blood. it was far more erotic than it should've been, the flush covering his face, the satisfied smirk on his lips, the half lidded eyes watching your every movement as though he was bewitched by you, it all didn't help the growing problem in your nether regions.

it was shameful really, how you felt turned on from the very monster who feasted on you like you were nothing more than an insignificant being. what was even more shameful and concerning was the fact that you didn't care as much as you should have.

© 2023 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

[chakalaka98]

A cute little inexperienced sub where you're their first everything, & you have to be patient with them with everything cause they get anxious when you even do the simplest things like hold their hand or with their first kiss.

Cute little subs who are into the dirtiest kinks but too scared to do it or subs who like praise but get shy when you touch them.

Eating them out for the first time & watching their cute reaction to your tongue & Teaching them how to give you head.

Being their first & watching them cry on your cock because it's too big , but cling to you cause they love the intimacy .

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober day 13

Pet play

MINORS DNI

warnings: top dom amab gn reader, sub bottom trans man Idia, pet play

"Ugh I look so stupid," you hear Idia grumble from within the bathroom.

"I'm sure you don't," you call, shifting from where you're sat on the bed. You'd suggested trying something new in the bedroom, and Idia had been excited in the beginning, but now that you're actually here, he's a lot more hesitant. "Why don't you come out, and let me see you?"

"Noooo," he whines, "you're totally gonna laugh at me."

"I promise I won't," you try. To your delight, and minor surprise, the door opens. Idia stands before you, a pair of cat ears clipped to his head, the collar you bought him clasped around his neck, one of your tshirts draped across his body, and a blue cat tail peaking out from under it. His hair is tinged pink, matching his blushing face. He looks adorable.

"Aww," you coo, "you look cute!" Idia gives you an unconvinced look. "I'm serious!" you pat your lap, "c'mere, let me get a better look at you, kitty."

Despite himself, Idia joins you on the bed, awkwardly making himself comfortable on your legs.

You run your hands along his thighs, taking in the view before you. "I think you look super cute," you tell him, kissing his lips. Idia lets out a soft noise, clutching the front of your shirt to keep you close.

"My pretty, cute kitty," you hum as you pull away. Idia groans, covering his blushing face with his hands. "What's the matter? Too cringe?" you huff, squeezing his thighs.

"Yeah," he huffs, "it's ultra cringe," he pauses for a long moment, his flush deepening, "but it makes me really wet," he whispers.

You moan, sneaking a hand under his shirt to find that he's not wearing any underwear. Sliding your finger between his folds you find that his cunt is ridiculously slick. Idia lets out a shuddered breath, rocking his hips against your finger.

"Fuck, babe," you slide a finger into his eager hole, "kitten, I wanna fuck you so bad," Idia buries his face into your shoulder, his hands once again clinging to your shirt.

"Please," he whines.

"Please, what?" you tease, pressing another finger inside of him.

"Please, master," he squeaks. You pull your fingers from him, giving his clit a quick rub before taking your hand out from under his shirt.

"Make yourself comfortable on the bed, kitty," Idia does as he's told, scrambling off your lap, and onto the bed. He lays on his stomach, holding onto a pillow for support, while propping his ass up so you can see the tail plug stretching his asshole.

You make quick work of stripping yourself and grabbing the lube and a condom; then join him on the bed, settling yourself between his spread legs. You run a hand over his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks with an appreciative hum.

"So cute," Idia whines at your words, letting out a gasping moan when you spank him once. Your touch leaves him for just a moment so you can lube up your fingers before returning them to his cunt, pressing into him, stretching him open for your cock.

It doesn't take you long, with him so eager and needy for you, and soon you've got three fingers stretching and fucking him open. Idia flexes and clenches around you, whining. You feel hot and hard, pre leaking from your tip already, just looking at him.

"I'm ready," he groans, "please— master— I'm ready," so with a kiss to his back you slide your fingers out of his hole.

Quickly lubing up your cock and sliding on a condom, you line yourself up with him. Idia lets out a slow breath as you press into him, doing his best to relax.

Leaning over his body you kiss his shoulder, "you feel so good around me, kitty," you murmur softly. Idia squeezes around you, his fingers clutching the bed sheets,

"Thank you," he whispers, squeezing around you tight as you inch further and further into him.

It's not long before your hips press flush against Idia's, his fake tail rubbing against the front of your body. You tug it gently, and Idia moans loudly, knocking his head forward into the pillow, and arching his back.

"Fuck, baby," you groan, unable to stop your hips from jerking into his cunt.

"Please, master, please move," he whimpers, slightly muffled from his face being pressed into the pillow.

With his permission, you set a nice pace, marveling in the way that he keens and groans under you. You litter his upper back and shoulders with kisses as you fuck into him. Idia flutters around you, like his cunt wants to suck you back in every time you pull your hips back.

All is well until you hear a hushed "wait, wait." You pause immediately,

"Everything okay?" you ask, concern heavy in your tone. Idia nods,

"Yeah just," he brings a hand up to tug at the collar, "I want this off, it's making me freak out," he eventually confesses. You let out a relieved sigh, and help him take off the collar, kissing his neck once it's off.

"Better?" you ask, slowly thrusting your hips back into him. Idia snickers, which turns into a moan,

"Yeah, yes," he moans, "harder?"

"What do you say kitty?" you tease, readjusting your hips, and hitting him at a different angle.

"Please, please, please—oh," you cut off his begging by sharply thrusting your hips into him. Idia practically melts with a sob of pleasure as you fuck him hard and fast.

"Good boy, feel so fucking good," you groan, feeling your orgasm steadily approaching. Idia gurgles something similar to your name, his cunt spasaming around your cock.

"Gonna— wanna cum, master, please hah, can I?" you moan, reaching a hand around to play with his clit,

"Cum for me baby, fuck," and with a couple more thrusts of your hips you pull him over the edge. Idia moans your name, gushing around you as he cums. You follow soon after, filling the condom and fucking him through your orgasm.

Idia lets himself fall face first into the bed once he's finished. You have just enough strength to pull out and toss the condom, before you flop down on the bed next to him.

"Thanks for not laughing," Idia whispers, turning so he can cuddle into your body.

"Are you kidding? That was so hot, we're definitely doing that again," you kiss him gently, "if you want to, of course," you add.

Idia gives you a shy smile, "um, yeah, I want to," he agrees. You reach up to scratch behind his fake cat ears and he giggles, burying his face in your chest.

[ash-rigby]

belly rub with your werewolf boyfriend turning into a handjob

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 12

Marking

MINORS DNI

Warnings: gn genitals ambiguous reader, trans masc Asmodeus, biting, fingering

"Bite me," Asmodeus whines between kisses.

In all honesty, he wishes you'd eat him alive, devour him whole, but having you bite him is as close as he can get to it.

You pull away from his lips, and Asmo nearly regrets the words as soon as he said them, because he wants nothing more than to kiss you until you're breathless. A whine begins in the back of his throat, but then your teeth sink into the flesh where his neck and shoulder meet and he moans.

Asmo's hips jerk at the feeling of your teeth bruising and nearly piercing his skin. If only you didn't have those dull human teeth, you could make him bleed.

"Please," he gasps. You pull away, giving the spot a kiss before moving lower. You bite his chest next, nipping one of his breasts, then the other, and then grazing your teeth along his nipple. Asmo keens, arching his chest into your mouth, pushing your head closer to his chest.

You bite, suck, and tug at his chest, before making your way lower. Asmo watches with delight as you bite into his hips, then his thighs. You spread his legs, letting out an appreciative hum at the sight of his soaking pussy, then look up at him as you press your fingers against his hole.

"Please," is all he has to say for you to push two fingers into him. Asmo moans, clenching around the intrusion. You're slow and careful with him, focusing more attention to littering his inner thighs with bitemarks. Asmo's legs tremble, soft breathy moans leaving his lips. He squeezes and flutters around your fingers, feeling entirely too close to cumming already. His heart throbs fiercely in his chest as he realizes you're the only one who does this to him.

Asmo can't wait to run his fingers over the bruises and marks your teeth and tongue leave on his skin. You bite close to his cunt, and for a moment he imagines your teeth grazing against his clit. He chokes on a sound that sounds remarkably close to your name, drenching your fingers as his orgasm hits him out of no where.

You give him a shocked look, fingering him through it, and praising him as he squirms and writhes under you.

"Ooh your mouth," he gives you a wicked grin once he's regained his composure, tugging you up so he can kiss you.

"Want my mouth somewhere else?" you suggest between kisses. Amso giggles, spreading his legs further,

"Oh yes, please," and you don't need to be told twice.

[frenchfrywrites]

Please talk about che’nya with nipple piercings I beg of thee

Ugh yeah I was gonna write a bit about the reader tit fucking Che'nya, and him having pierced nipples, but I forgor 😔💔 ah well, reckon that just means I must write another Che'nya fic after kinktober is over hehe

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day Ten

Sickness

MINORS DNI

warnings: dom(ish) amab gn sick reader, bratty/kinda sub Che'nya, blowjob, sickness, snz, kinda ambiguous relationship, possibly ooc che'nya

"Hello-ooh!," Che'nya pauses mid greeting as his gaze lands on your bedridden figure. "You look nasty!" he giggles, flopping onto your bed, next to your sickly frame. You're propped up in your bed, feeling absolutely awful, and evidently looking the part.

You groan, reaching for a tissue, and sneezing into it. "Gee thanks," you murmur halfheartedly, sounding as stuffed up as you feel. Che'nya hums, joining you on the bed and wiggling into your personal space, resting his head on your shoulder. "Who even let you in?" you ask.

"You left a window open," he explains, reaching out to touch your forehead. "No fever," he muses, touching the rest of your face, just because he can.

"What do you want, Che'nya?" you practically moan, because even though you're too sick to deal with his typical shenanigans, his cool hands feel impossibly nice on your flushed face.

"Hm, I came here to mess with you," his hand drifts from your face to your chest, slipping under your shirt, "but now I'm feeling maternal or something." You give him a puzzled look, and note the growing blush working itself along his cheeks.

"What, like you wanna take care of me?" you ask. Che'nya thinks about it, then nods.

"Yeah," his hand wanders, his cool fingers drifting across your stomach, then winding around your hip. "Can I make you feel better?" he asks, and is that a hint of desperation you hear?

You laugh softly, then sneeze, turning your face so you don't get any snot or spit on him. Che'nya is staring at you with his big yellow eyes, unblinking, when you turn back.

"Fine," you huff, and if you thought he was invading your personal space before, as soon as you permit him to take care of you Che'nya is practically glued to you.

His hands wander again, from your hips, to your stomach, to your chest, and then back down again. "What can I do?" he asks sweetly, batting his lashes at you.

You think about it for a moment, and he gets restless, rutting his hardening cock against your thigh.

"Suck me off?" you eventually muse. Che'nya purrs, leaning in to kiss you sweetly before making himself comfortable between your legs, moving so fast it takes your brain an embarrassingly long time to catch up.

He pulls down your sweatpants and you sniffle, shivering when the cool air hits your body.

Che'nya takes you in his hand, stroking you to full hardness. You place your hands on his head, tucking his hair behind one of his ears, and scratching gently behind it. Che'nya purrs, nuzzling his face into your thigh, his tail swishing and flicking happily.

He licks you from base to tip before swallowing you down his throat. You moan, then cough at the sensation, sniffling but trying so hard to focus on his mouth on you rather than how shitty you feel.

Che'nya stares up at you as he sucks and swallows around you, before pulling off and then descending on you once again, bobbing his head slowly.

"S'good," you groan, your voice itching your throat, and causing you to cough again. Che'nya hums, batting his lashes playfully at you. "You're making me feel good sweetheart," you praise, tugging his hair gently. He moans at that, gurgling just a bit around your length, drool dripping down his chin.

He sucks you off with ease, pulling off occasionally to suck on your balls as he strokes your cock. Between sneezes, sniffles, and the occasional cough, you praise and moan, running your fingers through his hair.

"You gonna cum soon?" Che'nya eventually asks, kissing your shaft as he rubs your sticky tip with his thumb.

"Hah, maybe," you huff, tugging his hair as a warning. Che'nya giggles,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you, it's just," he pauses to lick away a bit of pre that leaks from your tip, "I want you to cum on my face is all," he finishes. You groan, knocking your head back against the pillow propped under your head.

"Fuck, yeah, okay I'm— I'm close," you warn, your orgasm creeping up on you out of nowhere. Che'nya grins from ear to ear, his tail swishing happily as he strokes you faster. He drops his mouth open, and the next moment you're cumming. It's intense, one of those toe curling, mind numbing, you don't even know what noise you just made type orgasms. Che'nya will be smug about it for months.

As soon as your cock stops spurting rope after rope of cum onto Che'nya's face and tongue, you sneeze. You just barely have the wherewithal to turn your head and cover your face, effectively getting snot all over the inside of your elbow.

"Ugh, god," you groan, feeling achy all over now that the excess dopamine you'd received from your climax is dying down.

"Nasty," Che'nya coos, kissing your soft cock once, before his hands disappear. They return with a washcloth, so he can clean his face first. Then, in a soberingly sweet and gentle moment, Che'nya carefully cleans the snot from your arm, and under your nose.

"Thanks," you whisper, in awe of the kindness he's showing you. Che'nya hums, but it sounds more like a soft meow to you, and snuggles up next to you.

"Feel better?" he asks, kissing your neck. You nod, not trusting your voice. "Good, I'll stay with you until you're all better, yeah?" and of course you nod again, because it'd kill you to push him away.

[dawnpng]

i made a quiz to find out if you're pirate, knight, cowboy, or vampire-coded :) https://uquiz.com/oNBCMs

[pulpbeing]

Vampire

oh, how it feels to hold a life in your hands without an ounce of bias. you cannot miss what you do not lack. sometimes, you press your ear against a fragile chest, listening to the tender thrum of a heartbeat. no one appreciates life like one who does not have it.

@knoxmares your turn <3

[knoxmares]

[annebronte-deactivated20210628]

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day Eight

Macro/Micro

MINORS DNI

Warnings: gn genitals ambiguous top reader, bottom micro trans man Lilia, micro/macro, unprepped penetration, tummy bulge

Terms used for Lilia: tdick, cock, cunt

Lilia is smaller than you.

Well, that's always true, but right now you find that the size difference between the two of you has grown extraordinarily.

"What happened to you?" You ask, staring bewilderingly at the— well you'd guess he's nearly 6 inches tall now?— Lilia standing on your desk.

"A failed spell," is all the explanation he gives. "Aren't I so cute?" he asks, placing his hands under his chin to frame his face. You laugh, reaching down to poke his nose gently,

"Yeah you are." Lilia smiles, taking your finger into his hands, and holding it in his as if it's at all similar to holding hands like you normally do.

"I feel so cute," he continues with a very specific and familiar lilt to his voice. "So small and cute," he kisses your finger, then nuzzles it. "I like being tiny, I am so delicate and weak, you have to take care of me," and that's a damn lie because you know he could reverse this spell in a second, or at the very least he could most certainly protect himself against any threat. "Don't you think?" he looks up at you with wide eyes, fluttering his lashes.

"Oh, I see," you hum, moving your finger lower touching his chest gently. "you like being tiny," And Lilia, the shameless little thing he is, grins at you devilishly, one of his little fangs biting his lip, as he nods his head.

"You-" you start, but you don't even know what to say about this revelation. You suppose you've got nothing against messing around with him at his new size, so you let your finger wander down his body.

Lilia wraps his little hands around your finger once you reach his groin, keeping you there. Though it's faint, you can feel that he's hot and damp through his clothes. Lilia rocks his hips against your finger, and gasps at the sensation.

He rubs himself against you like that for a moment, staring up at you with wild, bright red eyes. Maybe it's the layers of clothes separating his skin from yours, or that the friction toes the line between being able to get him off and only teasing him; whatever the reason, Lilia steps back to strip himself of his pants and then lays back, legs spread so you can get a good look at him.

"Touch me?" he begs, spreading his cunt with his fingers, "please?" You exhale slowly at the sight of him.

Ever so gently, you rub his tdick with your finger. Lilia gasps, knocking his head back, and grabbing your finger with both hands,

"Fuck," he cries, rutting his hips against you.

"You look cute," you hum, feeling sort of dazed as you watch him get off just by using your finger. Lilia's breath catches at your praise.

"Do you think— ahh yes, there— could you put your finger in, do you think?" he gasps, gushing against your skin as you tease his cock.

"My pinky maybe? You think you could take it?" you ask. Lilia nods, tightening his hold on your finger.

"Please?" at his begging, you move your index finger away from his cunt, and replace it with your pinky, nudging the tip against his entrance. "Oh," Lilia gasps as you push into him. "Big," he breathes, and you laugh at how amazed he sounds. Taking it nice and slow, because it's not like you lubed or prepped him, you ease your finger into his tight, wet hole.

"Okay?" you ask when you've pressed your finger midway inside of him. It bulges his stomach, and Lilia's eyes have rolled back into his head, his mouth dropped open, breathing heavily and drooling.

"Guh-" he huffs, twitching around you, blinking away tears, "mmngh, s'good," he moans.

Hearing that he's good, you slowly begin to thrust your finger in and out of him. Lilia writhes under you, gurgling your name between hiccups and keens of pleasure.

"Cum— hah, nghh— going to cum," he eventually cries, his hands shooting out to hold onto your finger as his climax approaches. To bring him over the edge, you rub his tdick with your thumb. Lilia shrieks, cumming on your finger, his body convulsing. He curls in on himself, gripping your finger with such a force that it hurts, his hole spasming around you.

You slowly fuck him through it, being oh so gentle with his currently pocket-sized body.

"Oh fuck," he breathes as he comes down going limp on the desk, "good lord."

"All good down there?" you ask, smiling at how blissed out he looks right now.

"Darling, I feel wonderful, though," he pats the bulge on his stomach where your finger is still deeply inserted inside of him, "I would love if you would pull out, so to speak."

Gently, you pull your finger out of his stretched hole, bringing it to your lips so you can lick his juices off. Lilia watches you with a dazed smile,

"Come now, I just finished," he whines, "and then you go and do that. You'll get me riled up again in no time," you laugh.

"Settle down grandpa," you take his body into your hand gently, lifting him so you can place a kiss on the top of his head. "How long do you plan on staying like this?" you ask.

"Kehehe who knows!" he giggles mischievously. You roll your eyes, hoping that he'll be back to his regular size soon, so you can hold him and kiss him properly.

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 7

Hybrid

MINORS DNI

warnings: gn amab dom (implied top) reader, sub (implied bottom) dog hybrid Beelzebub, hybrids, handjob, emetophilia, master kink

The sight of an unwrapped and half-eaten chocolate bar on your dinner table sends panic through your veins.

"Beelzebub!" You cry, knowing that the treat will make him sick as a dog.

A weak call of your name comes from the bathroom, and you sigh, rushing to him.

You find Beel hovering over the toilet, his ears pressed flat against his head, his tail between his legs. He turns to face you, looking undeniably miserable.

“Oh baby,” you coo, kneeling by his side. Beelzebub turns back to the toilet, gagging, but nothing comes up. You start by petting his head gently, but your hands soon travel under his shirt to rub at his upset stomach.

Beel whimpers at even the lightest touches, gripping the edge of the toilet so hard his knuckles turn white.

"You knew it'd make you sick," you point out, "why'd you eat it?" Beel groans.

"Smelled n’ tasted good," he tells you honestly. You laugh lightly, amused by the way he indulges each desire, even while knowing the consequences.

"Yeah, I bet it did," you lean in and kiss the back of his clammy neck. He shivers under your lips.

When you pull back he dry heaves, groaning again when nothing comes up.

"My poor puppy," you coo, if only a bit patronizing. You've done this routine before. Beel cannot help himself when it comes to chocolate. At this point you may as well not bring it into the house at all. Or if you do, you ought to lock it up. Somehow though, you feel he'd gain access to it, for his love for the sweet flavor is nearly unparalleled.

"Master," he moans, then heaves again. You feel his stomach flex and churn under your hand, but he's unable to get anything to come up.

"Have you been able to get anything out?" Beel shakes his head at your question.

He promptly dry heaves again, and lets out a soft wail of frustration. You make an apologetic sound, pursing your lips.

"Help me," he begs, sounding so weak and small it breaks your heart.

"Okay puppy," you say immediately, because of course you will. It takes you a moment to come up with an idea to help relieve his pain.

"Open your mouth for me," you tell him once you're hit with an idea. He does as he's told, dropping his jaw. One of your hands comes up to his mouth, and carefully, as you've done many times before in a very different context, your fingers slip between his pretty lips and dangerous maw. His teeth capture your attention, all sharp and shining white.

Part of you wants to play with his soft tongue, but you know you can save an activity like that for when he's not actively in pain. Instead, you keep pressing your fingers in until you hit the back of his throat, activating his gag reflex.

Swiftly, you remove your hand, and not a moment too soon, as the next second has Beel properly throwing up. You coo softly as the substance hurting him finally leaves his body.

Beel is a big man, with a bigger appetite, and you remember this as you watch him vomit over and over again to truly empty his stomach. It's hard for him to stop once he's started. You feel each flex of his stomach under your palm, and a strange excitement settles within you at the sensation.

You hold him through it, kissing behind his furry orange ears, down his neck, rubbing his back and stomach gently.

“Doing such a good job, good boy,” you praise, happy that he’s finally able to get it all out. Between his throws of vomiting Beel moans, and you can’t tell if it’s from the relief or your praise. “Good boy,” you coo, over and over.

After what feels like forever, he's finally he's back to dry heaving, and then he pulls his head back.

Going limp, Beel slumps against your body, cuddling into you.

You reach over, and flush the toilet, effectively vanishing any evidence that he’d eaten the chocolate in the first place (except of course, the chocolate itself, still on your table with a comically large bite mark taken out of it).

"Master," he gasps weakly, knocking his head into your shoulder "make me feel good, please." He begs sweetly.

Humming softly, you reaching below the waistband of his pants to take his heavy cock into your hand. Beel groans, slowly jerking his hips up into your touch, his tail starting to wag.

"Like this, pup?" You ask softly, jerking him slowly. It doesn't take him long at all to get hard in your palm.

"Yes," he gasps, clutching onto your shirt weakly.

He’s sweaty, flushed, and you’re certain his mouth is acidic with leftover bile, yet he looks so beautiful clinging to you.

"You look like you're close already," you muse, using his bubbling precum to better jerk him off. "My sweet puppy, you got so horny from being sick?" you tease. Beel lets out a particularly pathetic whine, nuzzling into your chest, effectively hiding his face from you.

"Sorry," he whispers, and you can't be having that.

"It's okay pup, I'm just happy you got it all out. I want you to feel good baby. You gonna cum soon?" Beel nods, his tail wagging happily. "Go aheady, puppy," he twitches in your hand, "cum for me."

It takes a moment longer, but he does cum, soiling your hand and clothing as he humps your fist erratically. "Good boy," you say as you kiss his head, right between his ears, "such a good boy."

Beel moans, all low and deep and nearly a growl, at your praise, shooting thick globs of cum out of his sensitive cock. His climax is short lived, and soon he's cuddling into your arms, trying his best to catch his breath. Your cock strains against your pants.

"My sweet puppy," you scratch behind his ear with the hand that is not dirty with cum. "Can I fuck you baby?" you ask sweetly. Beel moans softly.

"Please, master, want it, want you."