Hi hi! I really really love your stories, and I’d like to request one! could you please write the reader walking in on Ch4nce after he’s eaten someone who lost a game to him, and he has the reader rub his belly to help him digest?
OOOOH THATS SOMETHING NEW
Me likey
Will definitely give it a try, never wrote something in this vein but i hope it will turn out as you anticipated :333
Gambling your meals
CWS: digestion, unwilling prey, belly rubs, teasing, sounds of digestion, burps, hiccups
You and chance knew each other for awhile now, from simply colleagues to pretty good friends if you fought about it. Ever since chance managed to open up his dream casino, you would hangout in it, helping around and sometimes playing yourself. But you weren’t the type to gamble, more so enjoying watching others play various games
Tho everything took an odd turn when you found chance little habit… whenever the person he was gambling against didnt have anything to give, chance found a rather unconventional way of getting bills payed
The usual jist happened, someone lost all theyre money and belongings, and under false premise chance took them to his office, to arrange some ‚different ways of paying’. Chance was scary amazing at it, sweettalking his prey into practically complete submission, well until his jaws clamps over theyre head. You had to admit, few times he’d convinced you to get gobbled up too! But you managed to somehow break away from his charms, tho the encounter was way too close for comfort…
Exiting the elevator, a familiar smell of expensive perfume and cigarettes hit your nose. Walking down the hallway, you already heard muffled protests and screams from behind the door. Huge mangrove wood door, with golden decorations here and there, paired nicely with blood red carpet. Without knocking you simply entered the office, to see, for most terrifying, sight…
*glurk* *slurp* chance was sitting on of his couches in the office, his stomach bulging out obscenely as meal inside struggled and threw an absolute fit. Only a hand still sticking out of chances mouth, soon being wrapped around with his tounge and disappearing past his lips with wet squelch „hah, this darling of a meal sure was a fighter~” his voice dripping with sickly swet tone, and casual demeanor. As if they didnt just devour a whole person in few greedy gulps, leaving a bulging mess as only proof „they sure look big, good thing i came over” without hesitation you came up to chance, your hands soon finding theyre way on theyre gut. Prompting the meal inside to struggle with a new vigor, but quickly dying back down with one strong squeeze „thats it, gosh, youre way too good at this toots” after doing it more than few times you knew exactly where and how to push, to make the pred absolutely melt under your touch
Soon the sounds of chances stomach got louder and more wet, prompting you to get back to it „*urp* exactly here, i feel them getting slower and more sluggish in there *hic*” rubbing the stomach, your fingers running downward through theyre happy trail. Before coming back up, and squishing down a bit to make digestion move faster. A sudden sloshing crunch could be heard, and chances stomach became even louder but less profound „*Uurpp* oh yeah, theyre half way there” licking theyre lips, chance slapped his stomach making it jiggle slightly „mmmm, but i still wish i had you sloshing around in there sweetheart~” and again with those flirty tactics, you simply turned your head, ignoring the advances
As the time went on, chances stomach got significantly smaller, so you stopped rubbing it as much as before. Chance on the other hand, took one of his cigars between his lips and lightning it up. Taking a long inhale, he gave you the cig, you gladly took it inhaling the fermented tabbaco, letting it linger in your mouth before exhaling the smoke through your nose „you know, i still have some space in there~” grabbing your chin in his hand, chance took another inhale, before blowing the smoke at your face. It was as if chance had this hypnosis power, making a simple cloud of smoke absolutely intoxicating and dizzying in best way possible. A sudden hot puff of air opened up before you, as you stared down a cavernous wet jaws. Smell of tobacco mixing with saliva and booze, turned into a dangerous cocktail of smells and feelings „come on, just give in, i know you want to~”
As soon as you put your hand even near chances awaits mouth, a knock on the door couldve been heard, breaking you out from the trance. Chance closed his mouth with a displeased look, before giving you a quick peck on the lips and getting up to the door. If noone came in, you probably wouldve ended like the gambler chance digested…
THAT WAS INTRESTING TO WRITE, ITS SHORTER THAN MY OTHER FICS BUT I STILL TRIED TO SQUEEZE IN AS MUCH CONTENT AS I COULD THINK OFF
Its something completely different when it comes to writing style and prompts, but i had so much fun writing it i hope you like it too!! <:3
