sub(ish)!Choso Kamo x Fem!reader - I’m very lazy and this is a blurb so here we are. Family house setting (kamo house or w/e, it’s barely a setting). Porn what plot??? Fuck it we ball
contains: choke play (male receiving)(choking over explained kinda), cursing(??), thigh riding, name calling (kinda), bit of unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap dude), they’re kinky but soft for each other.
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You were impatient.
As soon as his friends left or crashed in random bedrooms you were straddling his lap in the empty living room, grinning down at him as he clutched your fat ass in his hands. Choso’s head was muddy and he choked down a noise as you ground your hips over his half hard dick, clinging to him as you kept up your easy rhythm, fingers slipping through his hair. You drew your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as you ground harder against his length, pulling away to pant breathily, gazing at him through half lidded eyes. You were so wet he could feel it seeping through his sweatpants. Gritting his teeth, he shifted a hand under your silk robe’s skirt only to discover there was no underwear. His dick pulsed, other hand crawling up your robe - no bra either.
With a shaky exhale, he nibbled at the crook of your neck, pulling at the tie of your robe, silk coming apart easily. He mouthed curses while leaning back to drink in the sight of you in the dim lights of the living room, full breasts, pretty waist, thighs thick with muscles flexing as your hips rolled…and the wet spot you made on his crotch. Choso’s dick twitched at the sight and he heard something like a purr from his girl on top of him. You drew him into a greedy, indulgent kiss. Beautiful, dirty, diabolic little slut. Your pretty, perfect lips were soft and inviting as always, tongues meshing as you tipped your head to the side, palm gracing his neck soothingly before you pressed the carotid arteries on either side of his throat.
He groaned against your lips, head getting lighter as the flow of oxygen to his brain was limited. Choso gripped your hip, guiding you into a faster rhythm, the other hand moving to encourage your grip tighter on his neck. You sucked his tongue deep into your mouth for a moment before you pulled back to watch him. Satisfied mewls spilled from your lips while he gasped for oxygen that wasn’t coming, head spinning, eyes rolling. His legs shook beneath yours as you pulled his sweat pants to his knees, removing a layer of clothing, rubbing your dripping pussy against his cock through his thin boxer briefs.
“Fuck, (y/n),” he croaked, tongue lolling from his mouth, barely able to swallow the spit welling in his mouth. His vision dimmed when you tightened your hold. A weak hand set loose around your wrist, not yet willing to give up the pleasurable tingles that spread through him, but he’d have to tap out soon before he fainted due to lack of oxygen.
You nuzzled your nose against his, murmuring, “knew you’d be in the mood for this. Feel good, Choso?”
Choso couldn’t nod, just attempted to meet your eyes, his lashes wet as tears threatened to spill over his cheeks. His voice was a thin whisper, “s’good, love.”
You only missed half a beat slipping his dick out of his underwear, and pressed the head of him inside you before you sunk down slowly. Choso’s eyes widened. Tight, hot, silky, sticky, wet, dripping. His hips jerked up in an effort to get deeper inside you, squeezing your wrist so you let up, oxygen rushing to his head, clinging to you as he came hard inside, gasping breaths, whole body trembling, tingling. He set his forehead to your shoulder, letting his breathing even out. Your hand rubbed soothing circles over his back.
“You okay, Choso?” You asked.
He concentrated on the feel of your palm on his back. Choso hadn’t cum that hard in awhile, it’d been an out of body experience. Now he was coming down, finally grounding himself, draping. He nodded after a minute, rasping, “Felt really, really good. Your pussy was too much, though, I think.”
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Karlach breaks my heart. She already had me crying in act 2 and hoo boy you should have seen me at the end. And it's not even about what ending she gets.
Because the thing is, she has cancer. She has this thing inside her that's killing her. She's dying and there's no cure, not one she wants anything to do with at least.
Every time she'd mention her engine and what it would eventually do to her, how she started saying stuff about how she could feel it happening, I could only think about people with terminal diagnoses.
And fuck, how she tried to act like she'd come to terms with it and didn't want to live if it meant living in Avernus, but then had that breakdown at the end?? I sobbed.
How many sick people have to make a choice like that? Die or live a life you don't want? You don't want to die but the alternative is hell. You can treat your condition but what's the cost? Will you be able to make peace with your life and your body afterward?
Fuck, Karlach just got started living life and then had her big bright future ripped away and tried to pretend like she was okay with it. She'd hold on long enough to help save the world and then die with a smile.
Except when it was all over and she didn't have that purpose to cling to anymore, just someone she loved, she realized how Not Okay she was with it. There's a lot to be said about bodily autonomy for people without many options left, but all Karlach wanted was to finally make her own choice about her body and what happens to it. And the choice she made, one she thought she was happy with - to die rather than live in Avernus - was an easy one. Until suddenly the end was right in front of her, and it wasn't easy anymore.
Breaks my heart.
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