☩ ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 ☩
☩Kink (9): Feeding/feederism kink
☩Pairing: Celia / Female Reader
☩Word Count: 731
☩Content Warning: Mentions of heavy alcohol use, overdrinking, slight alcohol abuse mentions, feederism, burping, nausea, vomiting, mentions of name-calling.
☩Author's Note: Minors and kink shamers do not interact. That goes with ageless blogs. I have a masterlist of my works but, fuck Tumblr. The stories are posted on my blog so, you guys have to look for them, under "suhjihanma:kinktober" or similar. I was planning on doing a feeding kink fic based on this game. If you haven't played "The Price of Flesh" while its Halloween season, what are you doing? Support indie games. Apologies if this drabble is all over the place/rushed. It's been a while since I wrote a feeding/feederism kink and I promise that I'm normal, y'all. Also, shout out to @gatobob. I've been rocking with you since BTD with the first release. I liked Strade but, Akira and Sano were my two. Reblogs and likes are much appreciated. Enjoy my mess.
“Are you sure that you don't want to go to the hospital?”
Celia’s hand gently patted the back of your fragile back. You were now struggling while being on all fours, dry heaving out what was left inside of you. Just from the first drink that reached your light-weighted lips, you knew your body was going to be in a world full of nausea. Your body wasn’t the strongest with hard alcohol but, despite all the doubts that had floated in your head along with a slightly concerned face shown by Celia, taking down a shotgun was all it took before humiliating yourself. All you ever wanted was to impress her. Upping the ante instead of drinking down rows of sweet tequilas and mojitos, you wanted Celia to be impressed by your drinking skills. Intermediate, yet at least you could show off with a little fun, maybe even turn it into a drinking contest.
You always wanted to spend time with Celia like it was your last, despite degradations and the constant remembrance of being put in your place. And, here you were, trying not to vomit out everything that rested inside, dry heaves included. Trying your best, you failed by opening your mouth and the urge of salivating increased. The force of food contents violently escaped your mouth as you clutched on your weak stomach for dear life. Being on the ground throwing up contents that stung your throat, your face grimaced through the burning sensation that coats your aching throat and mouth.
It was a mystery as to why people drink this stuff. Several reasons for that matter. Maybe they love the burning sensation, or throwing all of their troubles into a glass that uses that sensation to shut them away, or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, Celia became the possibility of being that person, especially when it came to drinking something that ran through like hell fire and calmed the nerves of a woman laced with depravity.
Looking to properly respond to the pitiful woman that kneeled under her, the urge of letting out a thick and wet belch came over you, looking away from Celia out of embarrassment. Of all times, do you have to be this disgusting, especially around a woman that holds to at least high standards. She might have not minded that though as Celia continued to pat your back before gently rubbing your stomach with one of her free hands.
At least she has a bit of humanity in her.
“Celia.” Celia created a humming noise, notifying you that she was listening to every word that slurred from your lips covered in food content. “
Celia. I’m so gross.”
The pitiful name-calling made Celia want to hear your pathetic groans even more. Such carelessness, Celia wouldn’t be so easy on forgiving your behavior. Then again, it was nice to see you atone for your cockiness. A small smile formed across her lipstick stained lips as she looked at you, quietly tutting out in disbelief.
“No you’re not.” She playfully cooed at you, her fingers slowly drifting to the clear liquid that slowly poured from the corner of your lips. Idle movements, her fingers played with the saliva before dragging her fingers across your full lips, showcasing a weary pout.
“But I am.” You wailed before letting out another deep and thick belch. The soft fingers that traced across your lips did soothe you a little though.
“Relax.”Celia continued to gently caress your stomach while you let out wetten belches every minute. Even though she didn’t mind, it felt so disgusting. Almost as if you were a pig that had no shame of its diet. Digging yourself deeper in your grave, all you could do is perish from embarrassment. If you didn’t go through making yourself look like a fool, none of this would ever happen. Still, it was very generous to experience Celia’s comfort. It was rare to see this side of her come out. Normally, a name-calling session would play out, but then again she kind of knew that you did go overboard on the drinking.
Then again, Celia’s plans on the name-calling would be slowly brewing as she planned on the next session. A session that fully had you on your knees, eating up everything from her personal palette, coaxing out every grunt and belch that she can get out of you. She was determined.
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