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devixxish · 7 months

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Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 2357 | 25 paragraphs

18+ MDNI. NOT proof read, smut, inked & pierced Choso, pining, tiny bit of tattooing, Choso kinda flirts? ig, groping, two consent checks, slight begging, cunnilingus, fingering, dom! Choso, pussydrunk! Choso. again probably more? idk

A/N: it's like 5AM and I'm tired asf 😭 I deleted the whole thing and started rewriting it like 12 hours ago. tbh I just kept writing and writing,i had once again too many ideas and got overwhelmed:') Also, is it obvious I suck at writing dialogue? ANYWAY, the ending is hella rushed and ugly tbh, but I still hope you enjoy! Divider by @benkeibear ♡

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ A guy looking both intimidating and sweet simultaneously as you watch him from afar while waiting for your scheduled appointment. Skin adorned with black ink, running from his fingers up his arms and getting lost beneath the mystery that lay under his shirt. A hint of a few splotches made their way up his neck, your eyes following them with intent. Your eyes reached that pretty face of his and much to your embarrassment, you had been caught staring, earning a small wink and a hint of a smirk from him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ While you had been many times to that particular tattoo parlor and caught multiple glimpses of him, either working, chatting or simply existing, you never got the chance to actually speak to him. You never even got booked with him. You merely settled for admiring from afar; the contrast of his pale skin with his intricate tattoos, his smudged eyeliner that made his gaze even more intense (or maybe it was just your imagination), the dark circles under his eyes that somehow added to his look, and the most adorable pigtails which were a stark contrast to his whole image. You had accepted your fate that you would never get the chance to come in contact with him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ Even the thought of him was enough to make you blush. You had convinced yourself that it was starting to become an unhealthy obsession- you would never find the balls to even get close to the guy! But it happened. What you had been not so secretly hoping for- wishing for. You had just saved up enough to get a piece done, and when you booked your appointment and heard the name of your artist- you had to physically contain yourself from squealing.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He was the first thing you saw as soon as you entered through the door on the day of your appointment. You were sure you had never felt more nervous in your life; the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and you could feel the sweat in your palms. It was embarrassing, honestly, but you had to get through it. With a deep breath, you found the courage you did not possess and walked over to him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ The way he lit up upon seeing you did nothing to calm your nerves. On the contrary- were you imagining things? He interacted with you in the sweetest way, and you had to constantly remind yourself that you were his client, his last for the day on top of that, so it was common sense for him to be polite. Soon enough, you both had moved to the back with you only then realizing that everyone else had already left for the night. Sigh.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He complimented you when you described the tattoo you wanted to get - a side piece coming down to your stomach - and you managed to give him a smile and a small 'thank you' in response with difficulty. He had started arranging the caps and inks, and whatever else he needed, when he suddenly voiced; "I'm going to need you to take this off.", pointing to your top.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ who laughed a melody when you yelped, "Excuse me?!", and explained that it was for the best if you didn't want ink to get on your top. You easily complied, slipping the garment off your body and laying back on your seat, calmly waiting for him. Soon, he approached to get you and the stencil ready. "Ready, pretty?"

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He didn't seem to notice the blush that creeped over your cheeks, and you did your best to hide it as well. He started tracing the lines with ink, and you were grateful for the slight distraction the pain from the machine provided. It didn't last. He kept touching you - to stretch your skin and hold you still, of course - and you were finding it extremely hard to not stare at his face, or the piercings adorning it, or his hands, or the way he was touching you. "How are you feeling?"

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ looked up at you, expecting a reply. You had to look at him, and so you did, giving him only a nod. A hint of a smirk appeared on his face, returning your nod. "Good. You're doing so good.", and with that he continued his job, slowly reaching your lower stomach as time passed. It hurt, of course it hurt, but something made you want to put on your brave face and act nonchalant about both the pain and the proximity of you both- his breath was fanning over you stomach, adding a tingly feeling to the pain you felt. And him, he was nonchalant about how he made you feel.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He wasn't stupid, nor a stranger to clients who had small, innocent crushes on him. It happened to everyone, and you didn't make it particularly hard to notice. He could see the way you looked at him, could feel the deeper breaths you sucked in each time his grip on you tightened, or the way you squirmed and closed your thighs every time he worked on your tummy. And Choso enjoyed it. Perhaps a little too much for his own good.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ His pause made you look back at him, a puzzled expression on your face. He gave you a smile and informed you you would be stopping for the night- you would need a second session. Your face visibly dropped; not because you wanted more of the pain from the machine, but because you wanted more of Choso. More of his touch, his small talk, his mere presence. You guessed he saw the look on your face, because just for a fleeting moment, something flickered in his eyes. What it was, you couldn't exactly tell, but it was enough to make your mind wander.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He had turned to throw away his gloves and you took it as your cue to put your shirt back on and take your leave. While slightly struggling with your top, you picked up the sound of his chair rolling, and when you were able to see again, Choso was right in front of you, right in between your parted legs. Before you could even utter a word, he had already stood up, towering over you as he leaned closer while supporting himself on the back of your chair. "Leaving already?"

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ simply chuckled when your breath hitched in your throat, a low and airy sound that tickled your ears. "You're being so obvious, it's almost painful to watch", he was smirking while eyeing you, watching you stumble over your words and ultimately huff out in defeat. You were the cutest thing he had laid eyes upon. And he wanted to devour you. And he was pretty sure you wanted that, too.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ leaned even closer. You could feel his breath mingling with your own as he took a moment to analyze your face; your widened eyes, your parted lips, your pretty face as a whole. "Can I?", it was a whisper so low you barely heard it, but you were so thankful you did. Your nod was all it took for him to finally crash his lips on yours, his hand snaking to the back of your neck to hold you in place as he used his tongue to part your lips and gain access inside your mouth. All you did was mewl and let him kiss you the way he wanted - rough, but sweet at the same time - your hands gripping the front of his shirt as if his kiss was your life support.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ couldn't hold himself back. His lips never once left your skin after the initial kiss. He only took a second to allow you to catch your breath, before attaching his lips to your neck, his hands taking a hold of your thighs and trailing up and under your shirt. The sounds he was pulling from you were mesmerizing- and he needed to hear more. You could feel his hands roaming all over your body, groping your tits, gripping your side - the one without the fresh tattoo - gripping your thighs. It was driving you insane, and you found yourself feeling grateful for the fact that everyone else had left by then.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ dropped to his knees, placing your thighs over his shoulders and pulling you slightly forward. The skirt you had decided to wear that day flipped over your stomach, exposing your black undies and just how wet you were all for him. His lips found your right inner thigh, kissing and nipping your skin while holding your gaze. You were looking at him in wonder, chewing on your bottom lip in anticipation of his next move.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ smoothed his hands over your thighs, until his right one settled over your crotch. His thumb swiped over the wet patch on your undies and you heard him swear under his breath. "So wet and I've only kissed you.." He shook his head in feign disappointment as he used his finger to pull your underwear to the side. You couldn't even remember how you found yourself in that position; your mind was consumed by Choso and what you hoped he was about to do soon.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ looked at you from below, his gaze intense and hungry- "Can I?", he asked for the second time that night, and you gave him a nod once again. But this time it wasn't enough. "I'm going to need you to speak up, darling". Through whines and whimpers, you managed to give him the verbal consent he needed to hear from you; "Yes! Please, just- Do something.."

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ cooed at the desperation lacing your voice. "Atta girl". And with that, his face disappeared in between your thighs. He buried his face into your cunt, his tongue lapping up your juices and flicking over your clit. A groan sounded from him, along with a muffled mumble of how good you taste, right before you felt his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking. Your hands practically flew to hold onto his head, your fingers threading through his tied up locks- you couldn't decide whether you wanted to pull him closer or pull him off. Everything you were feeling was overwhelming; your moans sounded deafening in your ears and the intensity of his pierced tongue on your clit was enough for you to slowly lose your sanity.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ could live forever in between your thighs and with his head buried into your cunny. Your taste was intoxicating and addicting. It only made him wonder how much sweeter you would taste after cumming, and how much sweeter your moans would sound. How pretty you would look. He was a determined man. As much as he didn't want to, he had to catch his breath and so he pulled back. "Such a sweet, pretty pussy.." He murmured, more to himself. You could feel one of his fingers teasing your hole and before you knew it, he was slipping his digit inside you. "Tight too.. Fuck."

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ got up, looming over your slumping form on the chair with his finger knuckle deep inside you. You looked up at him with doe eyes, your breath baited. His thumb was lazily circling your clit as he slowly pushed in a second finger causing you to cry out and hold onto his hand that was in between your legs. "You're doing so good f'me, baby.. That's it..". His encouragement only added to your pleasure, and while it felt embarrassing, you were already close.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ could feel it. Your tight heat enveloping his fingers had his mind wandering to how good you'd feel around his cock. But that had to wait. His fingers began moving skillfully inside you, curling upwards to hit directly your sweet spot and his lips claimed yours once again, swallowing your moans and whimpers. His fingers were moving fast and hard, driving you even closer to your release. You tried to warn him, tell him that you were close, but he was kissing you with such fervor you found it hard to resist him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ could feel you tightening, but he never expected to feel your thighs clenching over his hand and your release gushing around his fingers so soon; it was nothing he would complain about, though. He slowed down but didn't stop; instead he helped you ride out your orgasm, his forehead pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes. When you began squirming due to the overstimulation, that's when he knew he had to move away and let you breathe normally again - not that you would be able to.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ crouched down, taking his fingers out of you and showing them to you. "You made such a mess", and you looked half-shocked as he cleaned his digits off with his tongue. He stood up on his full height with a laugh and walked away, leaving you bewildered on the chair. Was that it? "Um..", you began and looked down at him when he crouched once more in between your legs and cleaned your mess with a cloth. "Hm?" He cocked one eyebrow, but his gaze remained focused on his task at hand. "Aren't.. I mean, won't we..?", you tried to subtly explain to him, only to earn a truly genuine laugh from him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ got up and helped you get dressed, "I wanna take you out first, what do you take me for?". That had you laughing this time, getting up from the seat on wobbly legs with his help. He escorted you all the way to the exit, a cheeky grin on his pretty face and a playful glint in his eyes. "I think I have a cancellation tomorrow. I'd be more than happy to finish up.. your tattoo".

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devixxish · 8 months

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Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB! reader

Word Count: 963

18+ MDNI. fluff. smut. choso is so in love. face sitting. unprotected sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it kidz). cockwarming. dom! choso. teasing. slight humiliation. begging. edging. belly bulge. slight exhibitionism. creampie. implied breeding kink. probably more?

A/N: alright, here is Gamer Choso! It's honestly so messy, I had so many thoughts and they were all over the place, I think even my grammar is stupid. but it's readable- I think:') I think this is gonna be a full oneshot at some point or at least have a Pt.2. Depends on how it goes. I'm also playing around with my posts formatting, so they're gonna be a lil weird until I decide. ALSO! It's my first time writing smut, so be kind! Thank you!

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who looks so comfy sitting in his gaming chair in front of his set-up, eyes slightly wide and his bottom lip in between his teeth in focus as he appears to be in the middle of a battle, and yet his body language gives away that he is relaxed. Leisurely leaning back, his nimble fingers flying across his keyboard making it difficult for you not to stare and let your mind wander.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who never neglects you, but sometimes gets too distracted by his games. It made you crave his attention; you'd come up behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders and he would hum in question, getting a small whine from you. A small chuckle would sound from his throat, and he would simply pause his game and turn his chair to look up at you with one of those smiles you loved oh-so-much. He'd invite you to sit on his lap and you would eagerly accept the invitation, clinging onto him as he resumed his game.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ whose eyes would instantly brighten up when you brought him his favorite food/snacks while he gamed. He'd, again, pause his game and face you, pulling you down into the sweetest kiss as a thank you. If you decided to feed him; the boy would be gone. If you sat down on his lap, facing him and just fed him? He'd look at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He loves feeling taken care of.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who gets the most excited when you wanna game with him. Whether it's on his consoles or his PC. He loves showing you various games, or getting suggestions from you about games he would have never thought of playing before. If you don't know how to game, he'd be more than happy to teach you, and in all honesty, he would kinda get off on it too. He would go easy on you, but if he won, he'd definitely tease you non-stop. If you already know how to game- expect some sort of rivalry (all in good spirits ofc). And if you beat him? The boy falls deeper in love.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who is the biggest dork. A huge introvert, all awkward and shy; at least he was when he first met you. He was a stuttering mess when he approached you, his flirting the dorkiest you had ever seen, but that was what drew you to him. He was adorable and honestly? Quite a lot like you. It was difficult not to like him and eventually fall for him.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who loves being close to you. Even if you're not doing anything in particular, he loves feeling your presence close to him. If you're watching a movie, he loves cuddling close to you. If he's gaming he loves it if you watch him, or even if you sit on him while he does so. When you're outside, he doesn't miss the chance to throw a hand over your shoulders, pulling you close to him. And when you're sleeping and he is awake, he always prefers gaming on his consoles, just to be able to cuddle you into his chest while you sleep.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who makes you sit on his face, a controller in your hands as you try to stay still and not grind on his face already. He loves seeing you struggle, playing the difficult mode of a game, knowing that he would only speed up and let you cum if you won. It was proving to be more difficult than you initially thought, and you were already going at it for so long; his gaze glued on the screen, watching you desperately trying to win with amusement in his eyes as his tongue lazily swept over your clit, giving you just enough to have you begging for more. His hands would hold onto your hips, or wrap around your thighs, chuckling into your sweet cunny as you whined and whimpered.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who loves hearing you beg for him. You would have never thought when you first met him, but the man was rough- when he wanted. He loved seeing you cry out of embarrassment as he had you cockwarm him while he gamed with his friends and his brother on the headset. You would wrap your arms around his shoulders, pathetically trying not to moan or ride him right there and then. He would feel the way you clenched around him and he would mute himself just that once only to ridicule you for getting off on sitting on his cock while his friends were on the line and could potentially hear you. That only made you clench harder around him.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who would edge you for hours on end until his game finished. He would move you both to the bed, only to lay you on your back with your legs over his shoulders as he finally gave you what you had been craving since the moment he touched you that night. He loved seeing you get lost in pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your skull as he pressed one hand down on your lower abdomen, feeling how his girthy cock was creating a small bulge right there. He felt dizzy as your walls squeezed around him as if you never wanted to let him go. Edging you for so long had an effect on him as well; it was evident in the way his cum soon dripped from your pussy, mixing with your own release. Tears were falling from your eyes, all from pleasure, as he merely took a second to rest before pounding into you again, determined to pump you full of his seed.

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devixxish · 8 months

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Heaven's Curse

Geto Suguru x GN! reader

Word count: 374

Warnings: pretty much angst, not rly proof read

A/N: my Choso drabble ended up into a full blown fic, so I thought I'd write an angsty drabble for bbg Geto.

You believed him once, your heart weaving his words into your own very being. But as the days passed, the weight of truth bore down on you. It was your own fault, you thought, for being so easily ensnared. Memories of whispered promises and stolen glances lingered, like fading echoes of a melody.

In the quiet depths of the night, he haunted you. A phantom kiss you longed for, a kiss that should have come before the darkness consumed his light. His halo, once a symbol of purity, became a weapon that choked you with the agony of your unraveling. Ambulances screamed in your mind, mirroring the chaos within, as you lay alone on the cold floor of your memories.

His apologies, like wilted petals, arrived far too late. Repentance echoed through the caverns of your heart, too little, too late. Love lingered, a persistent ache, as your words became distant echoes. The pain was real, and yet you questioned if he truly felt it too. In your solitude, you yearned to be left alone, your shattered heart bleeding out in silence.

Had he descended from Heaven, or was he a divine gift that fate cruelly snatched away? The question lingered, unanswered. You didn't think it would ever be answered. Your eyes, once locked in a passionate gaze, now held unspoken regret. Love remained entwined with pain, a bittersweet symphony of what was and what could have been.

You gazed at him, desperate for a confession that he loved you. The words, if spoken, would act as the balm to your wounds. But reality was harsh, and you saw him turn away, drawn to loneliness' embrace rather than yours. Emotions hidden in desperate moments, tears shed in silence. He was slipping away, fading into a ghost of your past.

His apology was a blade plunged into your chest. A rush to give all you had, only to be left wounded and bleeding, and yet, still loving. It was a pain you hadn't anticipated, a betrayal you couldn't forget. Barbed wire constricted around your heart, feelings decapitated, and the butterflies in your stomach, once a gentle flutter, now transformed into bats of torment. You believed him. And since you believed him, it was your fault.

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devixxish · 8 months

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN! reader

Word count: 836

Warnings: not rly proofread, implied wet dreams, implied sexual intercourse, y'all are so in love

A/N: just a lil something before Gamer! Choso.

In the quiet solitude of a dimly lit room, a lone soul found himself entangled in a web of unspoken desires. He had kept his secret for the longest time, a passionate longing that had been buried deep within his heart.

He dared not to speak of it, even to himself. It was an unspoken passion that simmered beneath the surface, a forbidden desire that had grown stronger with each passing day. His life had taken him on a different path from yours, but the pull he felt remained undeniable.

Your connection had always been magnetic. He often found himself lost in the memories of your stolen moments. In the quiet hours before dawn, when the world was wrapped in shadows, he would close his eyes and let his mind wander. Sleep would always overtake him, but he vividly remembered the countless mornings he would wake up, tangled in his sheets, your name on the tip of his tongue. In his dreams he could be fearless, shameless, exploring every facet of every desire he harbored for you. The emotions that swirled within him were laid bare, naked and unashamed- much like you in his dreams -and he longed to experience that vulnerability in reality.

You, too, had your moments of weakness. Mornings were the hardest for you, waking up to an empty space beside you, to a world that felt incomplete without his presence. In your own dreams, you were unafraid to admit how much you needed him. The warmth of his body, the taste of his lips- of him. They were all etched to your memory. You would do anything to feel his touch you craved so much once more, to relive those moments when your hearts beat in perfect synchrony and the feeling of completeness that only he could provide.

Distance had separated you, not just in miles, but in the confines of your own fears. You both craved each other, your desires as real as the air you breathed, yet you hesitated to bridge the gap between you. The uncertainty of whether he still wanted you, whether you still held a place in his heart, was a weight that bore heavily on your souls. Was the longing you felt reciprocated?

It was a night like any other when you crossed paths. You found yourselves in the same city, drawn to each other by an irresistible force. It was as if the universe conspired to bring you together, to test whether your connection was still alive. The world outside was a blur of noise and chaos, but in that moment, everything else faded away. He couldn't bear to look into your eyes, afraid that he might betray the secrets he had kept hidden. You, too, kept your gaze averted, but your heart raced with the knowledge of what lay unspoken between the two of you.

You stood face to face, the tension between you palpable; it was too much to bear. He couldn't resist any longer, and with a deep breath, he turned to face you. Your eyes locked, and in that silent exchange, you both could see it. The words you had held back for so long were etched in your eyes, a silent confession of the passion that had smoldered beneath the surface. He couldn't help but admire you, the way you held yourself, the curve of your lips, the fire in your gaze. You were everything he had ever desired, and more.

In that moment, the unspoken desires that had haunted your dreams became a reality. Without a word, he took you in his arms, pulling you close. The electricity that had always buzzed between you ignited into a fiery passion. He was shameless in his pursuit of you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that spoke of a longing too intense to be denied, of your need for each other. A kiss that left no room for doubt.

In that dimly lit room, your desires played out in vivid detail. Like a symphony, each note a testament to the love you had hidden for so long. Your bodies moved as one, a dance of ecstasy and tenderness. It was a union of souls, a declaration that you needed each other more than you had ever wanted to admit. A surrender to the emotions you held back for so long.

As the night turned into dawn, you lay entwined in each other's arms, your breaths mingling in the quiet, your hearts content. The weight of your unspoken emotions had been finally lifted, replaced by the certainty that you were meant to be together. The distance that had once separated you like an insurmountable obstacle was now inconsequential, a mere reminder of the love you had fought so hard to find.

And as you basked in the afterglow of your passionate reunion, you knew that you would never run or hide from your desires again. You were shameless in your love, unafraid to admit how much you needed each other.

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