#dogboy's writings

[circusd0g]

A Notion

a mini fic based on @madame-mongoose and @sycopomp 's Our Orbit is Elliptical (OOIE), a real life experience, and the song attached below

i havent even finished chapter one but the DEATHGRIP this had on me

A child walked up to you, catching your attention as you were wiping down one of the outside pillars in the play structures. She was young, couldn't have been over 6 years. She held a Chica plush in her arms, close to her chest like it would protect her against the world. Suzie, you remembered.

A few moments passed where the two of you just stared at each other. "Why are you wiping the tunnels?" she asked in a small voice. "Because they're dirty," you responded. Turns out another kid had been listening, a 7 year old boy named Jeffrey, who had glasses. "But you've been wiping the same spot for like an hour! Why don't you do the rest?"

Glancing down at where your hand had been moving the sanitizing wipe in circles, you realized you had been there for a bit. "Well," you started, "Um." You actually didn't have a response for this. You thought you had been better at hiding your anxiety and spacing out, but I guess you were just off your game.

In fact, it seemed you had been off your game since you got the job at the Superstar Daycare, fumbling things often and having to have someone else, typically the Daycare Attendant, Sun, to come and clean up whatever mess you'd made. Every time you failed to satiate some child's needs and they turned to the one thing all children do, crying, Sun was always right there to swoop in and mend whatever had upset the child and carry them and the other surrounding kids to another game; somewhere else where they won't be bothered by you just trying to do your job, and failing.

Wait. You're getting sidetracked again.

Fuck.

Snapping back to the present, to the two kids standing in front of you as you wipe a pole continuously for an eternity, you shake your head, dismissing the thoughts and memories that are dragging through your head, sticking like goop against your brain, like peanut butter that refuses to let go of the blender blades during washing.

"It's just a nervous response," you say. Not entirely untrue, but not explanatory enough for children either, so you add something else. "Doing something over and over again calms me; it makes me feel better. And when I feel better, I can play better, too." There we go, add in a lesson about people with anxiety disorders. Make it a learning point. The kids seem to accept this. Suzie trots off with her plush, and Jeffrey runs off to join the other boys who were gathered around the toy car set. Crisis, if you could call it that, averted.

With the little ears out of range, you sigh out, "If Sun even lets me." You go back to wiping with a hopeless, sad feeling settling in your stomach. You don't try to hide your expression this time; no one here seems to care too much, anyways. And you don't have the energy for it anymore. That, too.

-

Unfortunately for you, you'd forgotten to keep tabs on where the Daycare Attendant was and failed to notice him climb in the tunnels with a group of younger kids, and failed to notice the bumps of movement that perpetuated among the play structures grow nearer and nearer and stop as it heard you speaking, evaluating you once again. He pushed it to the back of his mind, as something to think over when he wasn't orchestrating a huge room of children.

#dogboy's writings #ooie #our orbit is elliptical #fnaf #fnaf fanfic #five nights at freddys fanfiction #five nights at freddys fanfic #fnaf fanfiction #oh my god. what an experience; typing out those tags. #sun x reader #sun x y/n #sun x you #sundrop x reader #sundrop x y/n #sundrop x you #sun fnaf #fnaf sun #sundrop #sundrop fnaf #fnaf sundrop #Spotify

[natelia-aldelliz]

Werewolf au where Price is the pack leader, Ghost and Gaz are also werewolves, and then there's Soap, who tried to tell everyone that he was just a human, which they believed until they noticed that his eyes reflect light just like theirs.

Turns out Soap thought it would be safer for him because he's a cat. He can change in a cat. Not like a werecat or anything, just a house cat. Average sized even. And cats are prey for dogs and wolves so he was scared.

Now he can't escape the puppy pile. He's convinced that when they're in wolf form they don't even realise that he's a complete different species and think he's just a pup, isn't sure to believe them when they swear they know because those licks on top of his head don't lie.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #ghostsoap #soapghost #werewolf 141 & cat soap au #if someone wants to write that or has recs of similar ideas fics please go ahead #i'm here to throw funny ideas at people i can't write anything myself #i like dogboy-but-actually-a-cat soap and catboy-but-actually-a-dog ghost i think it's funny

[teecupangel]

You’ve got a lot of dog!Desmond covered and you’ve got a catboy nonny in the walls….. sooooooo….. just popped in my head….. dogboy!Desmond?

I was thinking of how different Dogboy Desmond would be to Catboy Desmond and I realize what the problem was…

I wrote Catboy Desmond to be adorable and sweet, with maybe a bit of touchstarved Desmond sprinkled in between. This meant that an adorable and loyal Dogboy Desmond would just seem like a similar take so I would like to present an alternative.

Dogboy Desmond… but he has the instinct of a guardian dog.

And he sees Assassins as his ‘herd’.

Altaïr? He’s getting herded so he’d stop ignoring his hunger to finish his current research. Malik is his best friend and it’s normal to see the mentor being pushed around to the dining hall and being glared at until he ate everything in his plate.

Ezio? Ezio’s fine. He can take care of himself (although there will be nights when he and Desmond would just silently relax near the fire). His recruits though… they’re getting herded. Sometimes, Ezio had to stop Desmond from taking them back to their headquarters because “They’re tired, yes, but they can do this. Desmond-” (growl) “Listen to me, Desmond. There will come a time when they must continue even when they’re tired. The only way they can have an idea of what to do and not to do is for them to experience it in a safe-” (growling intensify) “Desmond, please, please just… this is the last lesson for today. I promise.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton? Achilles is getting lots of growls and might even get bitten because Desmond likes to herd Ratonhnhaké:ton back to the manor when he was young. He also herds the kids of the homestead while he’s there with Ratonhnhaké:ton. Strangely enough, he tries to herd Haytham at first but then just starts glaring and growling at him after he got into an argument with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Edward makes him to shipcat as usual. Adéwalé gets a headache as usual. Strangely enough, Desmond does no herd any of the crew other than Edward and Adéwalé. Edward realized that ‘James Kidd’ is an Assassin because Desmond likes to herd him.

Shay? Oh boy. All of Achilles’ Assassins are being herded. No exception. Shay actually think this is some kind of weird Assassin thing. Liam told him to just go along with it. Desmond stayed with Shay after Lisbon and stopped him from leaving his room until he calmed down. Whether that affects Shay enough for him to try and talk to Achilles once more or if he’ll go with his canon path is up to you. Regardless, Desmond will stay with the Assassins though.

Arno is getting herded by Desmond who happened to be a dogboy that’s staying with the Brotherhood. Bellec tells him he’s been there longer than any of the Assassins alive and he… likes to take care of ‘brats’. Arno is herded with the other ‘newer’ Assassins and the herding (taking care of them) help him form some kind of camaraderie with them (aka: I am still pushing my ‘the Assassins in the Unity trailer should actually be characters that are friends with Arno’ agenda)

Let’s be honest… Jacob, Evie and Jayadeep are all getting herded. Desmond is less of a guardian dog here and more of the ‘father that stepped up’ type. They’re getting herded and taken care of. There is no escape.

#catboy desmond certainly has pairings #this one is more on the side of #desmond’s canine instincts make him the assassins’ guardians #dogboy desmond #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #haytham kenway #shay cormac #arno dorian #jacob frye #evie frye #jayadeep mir #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[favouritefi]

btw in the catboy au its considered normal for humans to pet cat/dogboys as a greeting or as praise and this was why sir john was so beloved by some of the younger boys bc he doled out pets pretty generously whereas fitzjames only pets his lieutenants and crozier pets no one unless he's forced to. dont worry tho touch-starved cat/dogboys (largely dogboys) can go to the doctors for pets and its equivalent to physiotherapy (which didn't really exist until late into the victorian era but ignore that) so here's my reviews of the medical staff based on their pet-prowess:

Goodsir - tender soft touch, favourite amongst the marines, very good at chin skritches and cheek rubs and knows exactly where to scratch behind the ears, sometimes will even hum to you if you're lucky or (gasp) call you a good boy

McDonald - firm fatherly touch, will say "there's a lad" if you purr or chuff at him, never pets you for as long as you want him to though because he's rather busy running the sick bay

Peddie - this is usually who you end up getting on terror, lil awkward since he's still learning the ropes but he's real earnest about it

Stanley - perfunctory, clinical, expedient, you will leave ruffled and feeling worse than when you came in

secret bonus contender:

Bridgens - seen petting peglar so often that soon other cat/dogboys started not-so-subtly asking him for pets too, big hands firm touch, will smile kindly at you and maybe even ask about your day, if you're lucky he'll use two hands to cup your face and for a moment all your troubles disappear, WARNING afterwards peglar will be colder towards you for a brief period of time

#needed to write this down so i remember this lore #sorry to the ppl who wanted the doctors to be cat/dogboys too #but they are human in this one #for complicated reasons related to the worldbuilding #and also my own preferences #sorry but human x cat/dogboy is s tier to me #bc of my twisted mind #anyway #back to drawing #purror and erebark

[suppenzeit]

solas being canon het really is turning me into the joker i cant stand it

#:V #solas #oh well! at least mods exist #it is a bit of a bummer tho. because if solas is at all romanceable/whatever in dreadwolf hes also gonna be het there #thankfully. people love to make mods #person who made bi solas mod im kissing you on the lips muah #and its such a flimsy reason too!! literally god fobid bi people have hobbies!!!! #ergh. at least my dogboy can romance him with his nervous animal rizz #also this might be silly but people who write solavellan stuff with gender neutral lavellan im also kissing you on the lips

[basementpartier]

currently having thoughts about schlatt w/ separation anxiety

(all sfw)

texts his s/o about everything he's doing all the time to keep in as much contact as possible

also sends pictures of everything he's doing throughout the day since it can be faster and more engaging than just describing things or sending brief updates like "on the bus now"

calls every single night if he's away for multiple days. he'll typically either fall asleep on call or stay up super late talking to his s/o and fall asleep at like 5 am

likes calling his s/o while they're out of the house (as opposed to getting texts from them all the time cause he knows most people can't keep up with that)

not a big fan of splitting up when on an outing with his s/o, even if it'd make the trip faster or otherwise be more convenient

will come up to his s/o at random times during the day and just insist on hugging them for a minute or two cause he remembers that they're there and they're a person and he needs to be close to them

#im praying that no one gives me shit for using the term separation anxiety #cause people write “clingy” headcanons/pov stuff literally all the time and this is the same as that #the only difference is that i have severe separation anxiety and i like projecting that onto characters and people i write #cause it makes me happyyyyyyyyy #dear god i just realized that this.. is telling everyone SO MUCH about me #its dogboy hours bitch #anyway :) first post from me and im being silly about my mental illness #now how tf do i tag this #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #i kinda dont want this to get into super general tags personally #rpf selfship #celebrity selfship #i discovered just now that those are actually tags :) #my posts

[puppydoggraham]

Doyboy Will Graham…. Even though Hannibal doesn’t like dogs he pets Will’s dogs and says good boy once and it short circuits Will’s brain and Hannibal catches on and keeps saying it to purposely make him hot and bothered

#I mean what who said that #if you see me write a fic on this ever… mind your business #trans guy talking about dogboy Will Graham I said oh yeah I’m sure #hannigram #will Graham #I know if I write this it’ll b popular with my trans audience LOL #just a hunch #bye I realized writing this post makes my url even better….. #damn ig I’ve been dogboy will truthing all along and didn’t even know

[vampsickle]

some quick werewolf!dante hcs ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ( cw: mentions of pregnancy, breeding, no use of pronouns but reader Can get pregnant ... )

when he's younger and still trying to get used to his intense heats, definitely expect dante to rut against you and gently beg for you to let him use you until he feels better. ♡

you've both developed a strong bond, so sometimes all he does is move your underwear to the side and slip himself inside you.

when transformed, he for sure has big dumb white ears, and a long fluffy white tail! he has white fur enveloping his body, which sometimes tickles you. :)

he has a bad habit of biting, when it's purposeful -- he'll find your neck or shoulder, and bite down til he's left his mark. when it's accidental, it's usually because his mouth doesn't know what to do or where to go, so he resorts to biting you, the soft plush of your skin a comfort. if he draws blood, he'll lap it up greedily.

dante has a knot .. i mean what did you expect lol. he gets so excited to just be inside you, that he can't help himself. afterwards when you try to move, he softly whines, pulling you back into him, mumbling something about 'being stuck here for 30 minutes or so...'

on the more sfw side, dante loves having his ears pet / massaged ( by you only! ) soft rumbles of pleasure, and pitiful whining when you stop. he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder, trying to get even closer to you, like he wants to become one.

in general he's very territorial protective, and hates seeing you talking to other people in general. it's sweet sometimes, and also annoying. he's huffing and desperately grabbing at you, with those stupid puppy eyes.

he claims it was an accident, but you can now find yourself with ruined clothing 99% of the time. dante shrugs it off, pulling you into a tight embrace and casually telling you to just be nude!

above all, he love love loves to eat you out, huffing against you, whimpering out how good you taste. his tail shamelessly wags, holding you right against his mouth, refusing to let you go even when you're quivering and crying out. he'll let up after making you cum a few more times when your voice is broken, and your hand is weakly pushing at his head.

dante loves the idea of breeding .. while he wouldn't really want kids, ( maybe with you ♡ ), he can't help but go crazy when you even bring it up. for hours all he does is fuck you, and while you're on the pill, you can't help but think that his stupid werewolf cum will override that and actually make you pregnant. he coos to you, saying how you'd be a good parent to his pups, rubbing his face on your tummy, feeling the bulge that has formed from his cum.

#maybe this is more dogboy than werewolf... oh well #dante x reader smut #dante smut #dmc3 dante #dmc5 dante #dmc4 dante #devil may cry smut #writing tag. *

[splatfics]

I cannot write dominant Crocodile for the life of me. That man was MEANT to be ordered around and bent over by his weird, off-putting husband. Crocodile listens like Mihawk has the most delicious treat,, he'll roll over, sit, whatever just to make them happy.

#dogboy Crocodile lives rent free in my mind #give him a biscuit and he'll do anything #eventually I'll write something like this when my motivations better #one piece #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #crocohawk

[gerardway-is-my-babygirl]

Fuck It. Soft Dracfield headcanon

Picture this; It's the early days of their relationship, and Dracula Is still surprisingly gentle and kind with his familiar. The power-hungry, controlling monster hasn't quite yet revealed himself, so for now Dracula Is vibing. He's starting to get a little lazy and more reliant on Renfield, so whenever he goes to bathe he gets Renfield to wash his hair for him. One night Dracula gets a little too comfortable, and ends up purring while Renfield runs his fingers through his hair. Flustered Renfield and embarrassed Dracula ensues. He ends up kicking Renfield out of the bathroom and refuses to talk to him for a few days out of shame. After a while though he finally lets Renfield start washing his hair again, though begrudgingly. A couple of weeks pass before he gets comfortable again and purrs, though he angrily crosses his arms while he does so. Renfield just grins and keeps petting him like a cat, soothing his Master until he finally gives up and lets himself relax under Renfields touch.

Thats It thats the post.

#they're literally catboy x dogboy to me #I might write a fic about this #this obviously stops after a few years. when dracula finally lets his true colours show and stops being soft around his servant #dracfield #dracula #renfield #renfield 2023

[dogboymanbirddogman]

(image id: colorful digital fanart of chell and glados from portal 2. chell is a darker skinned woman with a pony tail in a blue sports bra, white croptop, and orange pants that have a stripe of white running down them. she has visible body hair running up her stomach, on her forearms, and around her temples. she is sitting in a comfortable white suede chair with both her elbows propped up, and her left wrist is facing up to be drawn from. her eyes are blue with purple pupils, and she looks calmly to her left arm with a resting smile. there is an orange tourniquet on her upper left arm, and a syringe’s needle is inserted into this arm’s inner elbow. the syringe has a purple needle guard and a yellow vacutainer, as well as a nearly full vial of blood coming off of it. a few feet away from the chair is a robotic table which has a test tube rack carrying five full vials of blood on it. glados uses a robot arm with a very small two-digit hand to hold the syringe. her head is shaped like a half circle, her face is plated white, and has an oval of dark on its front which has her singular orange eye protruding from it. her gaze is directed on chell. the lineart for the piece is in shades of dark blue, orange, and pink. between the heads of the two women is an orange heart with a purple heart embedded in it.)

does the murderous robot who acts as the central nervous system of an abandoned megastructure draw your blood on the weekly because she wants to have an excuse to take care of you or are you straight

#chell #chell portal #glados #portal fanart #portal 2 #chelldos #syringes #needles #blood #dogboy drawings #this took me like. three hours ^_^ #just a comfort piece for me really #i might even write some dialogue for it #lineless has been wearing on me recently so im glad i found a lineart style i actually really liek #hope the description is alright it IS a bit wordy -v-;

[teecupangel]

Dogboy! Desmond, but the doggy side of him is this one:

A Great Pyranee. Loving and is a watchdog for livestock. I've seen dogs of this breed kill a pack of coyotes that got too close to the herd he was guarding. Eleven coyotes, some of whom he chased into the woods and killed. And the dog wasn't hurt much, oddly enough.

I actually want one of these in the future lol

Well, here’s the Great Pyranee!Desmond idea if you like that.

Just imagine Desmond with fluffy ears and tail. He’s still the same size and build as his human self but whenever he lets his canine senses get the better of him, he becomes faster, stronger and, strangely enough, heavier.

And this canine instinct didn’t just manifest when he’s chasing Templars or other thugs who thought they could get away.

No.

Desmond’s canine instinct came into the forefront whenever he was with one of the people he considered to be in need of guarding.

They were ‘herded’ with gentle hands to safer location. They were pushed around until they go to their bedroom to sleep or to the dining room to eat.

They were fussed over and comforted when they were injured.

Even if the injury was just so minor they swore they could shake it off.

Desmond did not listen.

They were being herded and guided and fucking cared for whether they want to or not.

Even if they were well known Assassins known to strike fear in the hearts of their enemies.

In the face of Desmond’s insistence…

They were pups.

Or worse…

Sheeps.

#i kept it vague who the assassins are #take your pick XD #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #dog boy desmond #i guess? #or was it #dogboy desmond #idk

[500mlinjection]

you’re one shot away from freedom

#dennis hopper was such a cute dogboy in cool hand luke deserved more screen time #might make a peice with luke and write about his unending will to continue and fight just need to think of something #autoandrophilia #force masc #forced masculinization #forcemasc #ftm hypno

[delusional-mishaps]

day three: sharp

more writing mwahahah :3

"what're you doing?" horror asks. jet hums, glancing up before looking back down at their fingers.

"cuttin' my nails." they answer, followed by a sharp 'snip!' sound.

"why?" he asks. jet shrugs, holding out their left hand to show off their nails.

"look. gettin' sharp. then they get caught on stuff."

horror makes a soft sound of understanding, taking a seat beside jet. he watches them snip off the ends of their claws, head tilting curiously.

"'sides," jet continues after a moment. "now i don't gotta worry about scratchin' you when i grab your cute face."

they look up smugly at horror, earning a soft chuckle. he pats their head, causing their tail to sway.

"it wouldn't hurt," he snorts. "your claws are so small."

"oh yeah?" they taunt, brandishing the not-yet cut claws on the other hand. "wanna test that theory?"

horror chuckles again, grabbing jet's hand in his. he traces one of his phalanxes over the tip of their claw, where it's sharpest. their fingers looks so small compared to his.

"see? too small." he boasts. jet rolls their eyes, taking their hand back to cut those claws.

"psh, whatever. you're just lucky i like you and don't wanna scratch you." they grumble with a smile.

"whatever you say, tiny."

"wha—i'm not tiny!"

#badsansuary #jester writes #horror x self insert #sans x self insert #self insert #guys i still hate tagging #local dogboy needs to cut claws or else they get caught on everything #<- happens to me irl when my nails grow out too long :( #they break so easily.. grr... then threads get stuck on the jagged edges and it is Sensory Hell #im gonna go cut my nails after this LMFAOOO #god jm so cringe.. (has a dogboy sona) but im soooo free (cringes whenever i write them doing dog things) #wdym they wagged their tail thats so cringe../silly #what do you MEAN youre being SELF indulgent thats CRINGE!!!!/silly

[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."

#was gonna write penetration but got too tired :P #cw emetophobia #emeto #tw emetophobia #cat/dogboys #kinktober/2023 #spice