changing the world with my bottom enjin propaganda because i myself peg my boyfriend im a shitty writer proud alt girl with no subculture label 18, mdni!!
In his memory, Choso is roughly thirteen years old and being forced to play 'house' with his little brother, as is a rite of passage for many. Yuji sits cross-legged from him on the carpet, little pink eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he completes the most important task he's faced in his five years on earth- delegating roles to his toys.
“Dad.” Yuji points to a small stuffed tiger, setting it aside from the bunches of animals.
“Uncle.” He says to a spiky green dinosaur, “because he has patterns like Uncle Kuna.” Choso doesn’t bother explaining to his five year old brother that they’re scales, not tattoos, because Yuji would just ignore him anyway.
Yuji goes on and on, casting his toys as grandparents, sisters, cousins and aunties; Choso feels rather rejected, sitting there patiently like a young upstart waiting for the casting list at their first theatre.
“Brother,” he says to a patchwork bear. Choso stares in affront, then sighs, expecting to finally be the second, older brother. But instead:
“Cho, you can be the house’s dog, okay?”
Choso feels genuinely offended. “But-“
Yuji ignores him, already grabbing his tiger in two chubby hands and speaking to it. Choso groans and assumes the position, hands and knees digging into the floor as he gives into his teenage pride and does whatever his little brother wants to be happy.
“Yayyy, good puppy!” Yuji cheers, rosy cheeks stretching out as he giggles into his tiger plush, his two recently lost teeth gapping his cute smile. Choso grimaces.
Now, Choso is over a decade older, and listening to those same words again- but they aren’t coming from his brother. They’re coming from his girlfriend, and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt more pathetically turned on.
“Goooood puppy, Choso.” You purr, digging your nails into his scalp as his mouth swallows up your dripping cunt whole like its all he's good for. “So good f’me.”
Choso chokes on his own gasping breath, tongue twisting shallowly inside you and searching for the pretty noises he knows you can make for him. Your hand pats his head condescendingly when he latches onto your clit and suckles, his fingers dug into your hips to smother himself with the taste of you like he never wants to let go of the supple flesh he finds there.
The humiliation burns across his face, hot and glaringly obvious; redness rests high on his cheekbones, creeping across to his bare back, snaking onto his neck. There’s no real need for him to be shirtless other than the fact you like to ogle him when he eats you out; you like lying there as he uses his mouth to make you cum while you stare hazily at the dreamy sight of his back and shoulders rolling.
You like to grin lazily down at your boyfriend and see the way his biceps flex to pin your rocking hips to his greedy tongue, the way his back muscles ripple when he humps into the mattress. You wouldn’t mind if he was fully naked, but Choso’s the one who insists on keeping his underwear on.
Every time, he’ll mumble something about the cold or a half-baked excuse about how he’s embarrassed about you seeing his ass when he gets up, but really?
He just likes the way you humiliate him.
Choso is deeply, pathetically into the way you laugh in his blushing face after he inevitably cums in his boxers. Like, reallyyy into it, to the point that the thought consumes him when he's looking online for a few new pairs of underwear- where would a damp patch be more obvious? The black or the grey?
The grey, obviously. Which is why he's wearing them right now.
He’ll crawl up on shaky arms to allow you to tease the waistband and the trail of hair above it, whimpering when you palm the damp patch over his cock and grin. “Awwwhh, Cho…” you say meanly, thumbing the tip through the fabric as it scratches the sensitive head, “you came that easily? Gosh, you’re so pathetic.”
And he’ll nod vehemently, face flaming as you bully him, strong arms resting either side of your much smaller frame as he lets you keep talking. Much like you are now.
“Pathetic.” You breathe out, voice tinged with something disgustingly close to sappy lovesickness as you brush brunette locks from his sweaty forehead. “All for me, hm?”
He moans in agreement, eyes fluttering closed when you grip his head to stuff him between your soft thighs harder. “I didn’t hear you, Cho.” You sulk. “I thought good puppies used their words.”
"It's all for you." He groans, kitten-licking your clit. "Nobody else could ever make me like this, baby. Just need you-" He dives back in, eager as ever, but your nails dig hard into his head to rip him away. "Ah-ah," you say sweetly, in love with the way his eyes dilate as he gazes at your soaked cunt, "and what are you, puppy?"
His voice cracks when he pulls away from your weeping pussy, still keeping his thumb rotating on your buzzing clit to work you up to an eventual orgasm. “I…” he whispers, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m pathetic.”
You’d feel awful if he didn’t ask you to be like this with him.
“I’m so pathetic.” He sobs out, tongue licking a flat stripe across your cunt. “So, so pathetic, can’t h-help myself-“
His voice is stuttering now, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as you gently coax him into stuffing you with his fingers again. When he does, your head tips back against the pillows and you gasp softly. The noise makes Choso’s cock twitch in his underwear.
He’s rutting pathetically into the mattress, like… well, like a dog.
Briefly, Choso imagines how it would feel to take it further and actually act like a dog; he crawls to you enough already, begs to eat your pussy on his knees, so surely buying a pretty little collar (with your name engraved for proof of ownership, of course!) isn’t too far?
And then, he thinks dreamily, wouldn’t you need a lead to go with the collar? You could drag him around on it, tugging when he whimpers about his hands hurting and slapping him to stop his whining. Maybe you’d scold him when he misbehaved and praise him when he gazes up at you with that big, brown, puppy-eyed stare you adore so much on him.
Choso’s so lost in the fantasy he doesn’t notice the way you’ve started trembling around him as he licks you through your second? third? orgasm and into the point of overstimulation.
“Ch-Choso-“ you cry, tugging at his soft locks, “s’too much, oh-“
He keens into your cunt as he keeps licking, more for himself than you as he grinds his thickening cock down into the mattress and ruins his underwear. When he finishes cumming after what feels like forever, he rests his fucked-out face on your inner thigh and lets his cheek smush against the skin.
“Good boy.” You slur, hand resting shakily on his face. Choso whimpers and closes his eyes, but quickly draws himself up to lie beside you and snuggle his face firmly into your neck. "Hm?" You giggle, eyes drifting down to the tent in his underwear. "Did you cum in your boxers again, Cho?" You tut, and the sound makes the soaked patch resting atop the outline of his twitching cock only grow more.
"Sorry..." he whimpers, clearly not sorry at all when you feel something moving against your naked hip. He's humping you, messy and unfocused as his eyes flutter shut and he clutches your body for support.
“Cho…”
“Hnngh- just- please, I’ll be good for you, just let me…” his thoughts melt when you start kissing him, mouth mixing spit with his tongue as his breath hitches.
“Such a good puppy, Cho.” You purr, pressing soft kisses to his face to help him through it as he grinds against your skin. “Always so good for me.”
And then, his undoing. “I love you, Cho.” You breathe into his mouth, “so much.”
“E-even if I’m…” he pants embarrassedly, “if I’m pathetic?”
You smile and brush hair from his teary eyes. “Especially then.”
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a/n: for @f33bs, my favourite Choso puppyplay truther ever
imagine enjin having a big scar on his neck where he got slashed at due to the aftereffect, or "price he had to pay", and you just gingerly, lovingly kiss it while holding one side of his face. and that man is just melting into your warm, tender touch and love. ♡
There is a lot going on on the latest chapter, but the thing that stuck with me the most is the fact that Enjin knew. He KNEW he would most likely die and he did what he did anyway simply to give his kid an opening so he could win. He did it because he loved his kid more than he valued his life. Enjin the man you are.
Lean and 6’3, subtle muscles decorated his body. Certainly more than enough to fold you like a pretzel.
The only downside to his staggering build was well… he was too big.
“C-Can’t, you're so big, Enjin.” You mewled, hands pushing uselessly at his chest as he folded you deeper into a mating press. “Yeah? Too big for you, baby?” He snickered, lips tracing your jaw as he forced more of his length into your quivering cunt.
Every inch stretched you wider, bullying you in such a vulgar manner. His inked hands push further into the plush of your thigh, your knees kiss your chest as he pushes in deeper.
“Oh, come on, loosen up, will you? I'm barely halfway in.”
You peer down to where your bodies connect and come to find that he's just halfway in. A pitiful whimper leaves your lips at the sight, head falling back against the pillows as you accept your fate: being split in half by Enjin’s monster cock.
He thrusts shallowly, relishing in the way your pussy clenched around his girth and your oh-so sweet moans that follow. “Hah — shit, you're going to have to let me in sooner or later, doll.” He grits out, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to stifle his groan when you clench around him.
“I can't,” you wail, tears brimming in your waterline, while Enjin only thrusts harder until your poor cunt. “You will,” he counters.
Your hands fly up to grasp his shoulders, nails digging into the tatted flesh, all while he drives his cock deeper into you. One of his large hands moves to rub soft circles on your clit, causing you to whine out.
After what feels like forever, he finally bottoms out.
You feel so full, stuffed to the brim with his dick.
Enjin presses light kisses along your jaw, slowly pulling out before slamming back into you. A loud moan from you bounced off the walls; your body jerked with the force.
His pace was brutal; he impaled you over and over, rough hands gripping your thighs and locking you in place. “Look at you,” he cooed, “taking me so well, and you said you couldn't take it.”
You could only muster a hoarse ‘please’ at his words. Enjin moved your legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, leaning down to move his ear closer to your mouth, “What was that, baby?” He teased, chuckling as you whined and tugged at his hair. “Bratty little thing, aren't you?”
You felt your orgasm build with every mean snap of his hips against yours, his leaky tip smooched your cervix with every thrust. Your head spun, and your stomach tightened.
Enjin’s eyes scanned your body, taking in every perfect imperfection. That's when he noticed it, the small bump that appeared on your stomach every time he bottomed out. “What's this?” he mused, pressing his palm down on the bulge. You squirmed, crying out at the feeling, “You're so… so deep.”
He hummed, tracing the swell with one of his fingers before placing his palm down again to continue fucking into you. “Yeah? You can feel me all the way in there, can't you?” His pupils were blown wide, crazed even as he watched the bulge disappear and reappear with every thrust.
The sensation was overwhelming; your orgasm was so close you could practically taste it.
Without warning, you snapped, cumming on his dick while he continued pistoning into you. Enjin groaned lowly at the way your pussy fluttered around his length, “Fuck, what a good girl. You can give me another, right?” His thumb traced your clit lazily, causing you to jolt.
A sob escaped you at the overstimulation. He continued his brutal pace while now also torturing your poor clit. “Enjin — ah — Enjin, I can't take it —” he cut you off with a harsh thrust, “You can and you will.”
Your body shook as hot tears slipped down your cheeks, your legs shook around his waist, but he didn't care; it spurred him on. “So fucking tight, god, what're they feeding you?” He joked, dropping his head to suck at your nipple, lapping over the hardened bud with his tongue.
One, two more thrusts later, Enjin came with a shaky moan of your name, causing you to tip over the edge once more.
He watched the bulge disappear from your stomach as he pulled out, saving a mental image of his cum that spilt out right after. “We might have to do some size training with you, doll. Nearly clamped my dick off,” he laughed, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.”
“No, Enjin, you're just comically huge. No, it's not a compliment.”
if we get a panel of enjin crying bro im gonna tweak
like okay since umbreaker is nowhere near found lets just say that shes broken, and when enjin wakes up and finds out that she is, he gets uncharacteristically angry and either makes everyone keave or storm out
he tries to hold it back and like fails miserably and cries
then someone (HOPEFULLY GRIS.) checks on him and when they see hes crying, they give him the biggest hug and he has the biggest cry hes ever had
enjin slips into the room quiet as ever, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips when he catches you sprawled on the bed with a book in hand.
your legs are bare, panties riding low on your hips, and one of his old oversized shirts hanging loose off your shoulder. the fabric clings just enough to show you skipped the bra tonight, nipples faintly pressing against the cotton.
he doesn’t say a word at first, just climbs onto the mattress behind you, his heat radiating against your skin. he slides his warm palms under the hem of the shirt, starting at your belly.
"you're wearing my shirt again," he mumbles, his voice a low vibration against your ear. "you know i love it when you steal my things, but i love it more when you don't wear anything underneath."
you try to focus on your page, but your breath hitches as his fingertips drift higher, tracing the curve of your ribs. "i'm just relaxing, enjin. go away."
"can't do that doll," he chuckles, his hands finally cupping your plush breasts. he gives a low hum of approval, squeezing them firmly before his thumbs start brushing over your nipples. "god, you're so soft. why the hell do you even wear a bra? you should just stay like this for me every night."
he pinches your nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers until you're arching your back into him, the book completely forgotten. "stop it," you moan, though you're leaning back into his chest. "you're such a menace."
"a menace who knows exactly how to make you leak," he whispers, giving your breasts one last hard squeeze that makes you gasp.
as you turn around to give him a playful swat, he just beams at you. "oh come on doll, dont be mad! you can touch my titties too" he says with that dumbass grin, already yanking his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside, fully tattooed chest on full display as he waits for your hands.
MY ENJIN AND AMO OARALLELS AND OVERALL RANT BECAUSE I LOVE THEM AND I HATE THAT THE FANS WHO LIKE ONE HATE ON THE ITHER
THERE WILL BE MANGA SPOILERS ABOUT ENJIN
enjin is a grown ahh man, yes i know. what he said to amo was wrong and i feel like he shoukd know, BUT. enjin was treated as an object too and i feel as though he wasnt taught how to truly talk to anyone. like theres not a lot i can defend enjin for on this because yikes i thought it was obvious that something was wrong woth her, but we cant hold it against him for life because yk he had literally no parents and was used left and right.
see now amo tried to slime the cleaners out, but if wasnt anymore obvious that shes a kid and saying she shoukd die or worse is absolutely baffling to me.. but wait. what if enjin was some tyoe of way to amo because he grew uo the same way and he hates that he sees himself in her?
like okay look
they weee both tradficked as a kid, both had some sort of attachment to their old clothes like amo amd her dress and if you REALLY look close, the shirt baby enjin had on then looks like his shirt now.
and before yall say “but enjin never got used by men over and over again-!” he was a slave, so he probably was. its SOSOSOOOOO WRONG to make fun of enjin’s backstory and his real name too like come ON bro lock in.
okay more will be added later but its 4am and i was raging on twitter because i see so many people hate enjin for what he said to amo WAYYYY more than what mister did to amo.. and plus i just see so many oarallels between enjin and amo and i think thats why enjin insults literally nobody else but amo.
rudo literally tries desperately to save enjin with his powers when that woman arrives yapping about arrest. how about i beat your ass from monday to sunday???!
Enjin’s face looked unusually pale, and those golden eyes that always flashed with mischief were now dull, like dying embers. He tried to offer you a smile, but it broke before it could even form; it was a painfully false mask of composure. When he reached out to caress your cheek, you flinched away, unable to process the coldness of the situation.
He didn't protest. He lowered his gaze and murmured in a husky voice:
"I’m fine... You have no reason to worry."
"Fine?" The laugh that escaped your throat sounded broken, laced with an irony you couldn't contain. "I can't believe you. You were a breath away from death, and you expect me to swallow that stupid smile of yours..."
The heat of tears began to spill down your cheeks before you could stop them. You brought a hand to your chest; the anguish burned inside you, as if the very air hurt as it entered your lungs.
"Enjin, I... I was so scared," you confessed in a thread of a voice.
Your vision blurred completely. The world around you lost its axis and your legs gave out, yielding to the weight of the residual panic. But you didn't hit the ground. Before you could fall, his arms wrapped around you with desperate firmness, locking you against his chest in an embrace that tried to piece together both of your broken parts.
You heard the echo of a shaky sigh in his chest.
"I don't know what to say..." His voice sounded so dull, so stripped of his usual arrogance, that it completely shattered you. "I was scared too."
Your eyes snapped open against his shoulder. While the room kept spinning, your only anchor to reality was the scent of tobacco and perfume emanating from his clothes.
"I was terrified of never seeing you again," he continued, squeezing you tighter against him, as if fearing you might vanish. "Of never hearing your voice, of your smile becoming nothing but a memory."
"Stop, Enjin... please," you pleaded, hiding your face in his neck.
"I was afraid of dying far away from you," he confessed in a whisper that vibrated against your skin.
You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for the truth in his gaze.
"Don't lie... Do you really think that would have been okay?"
A solitary tear traced a path down Enjin's cheek, betraying his facade of steel. Clumsily, you reached out to wipe it away. Sensing your touch, he caught your fingers, bringing them to his lips to press a chaste but desperate kiss against your skin.
"I don't want you to die," you whispered, and with your free hand, you traced the edges of his bandaged wounds with infinite tenderness.
He didn't even flinch at the physical pain. On the contrary, he closed his eyes, surrendering entirely to the warmth of your touch, as if your hands possessed the power to heal the soul that had almost slipped away from him.
"I don't want to die," he admitted, opening his eyes to lock them onto yours. "But if fate forces me to... I wouldn't want you there to see it."
Your heart tightened. Even though his words tried to protect you by pushing you away from his tragedy, the silent plea in his golden eyes screamed the exact opposite: he was begging you not to let go.
"Stop it," you said, torn between the angry impulse to hit him for being so reckless and the fervent desire to kiss him just to make sure he was still alive.
Enjin seemed to read your torment. A spark of his old self returned to his eyes, and the corner of his lips tugged upward.
"Come on, doll... you're not getting rid of me that easily."
Even at the edge of the abyss, he couldn't stop joking. That tiny flash of arrogance brought your soul back into your body; it relieved you to know that, no matter what happened, Enjin would always be Enjin. He was someone who would embrace death without a second thought if it meant fulfilling his purpose. You knew it, you understood it, and you loved him for it... But as you watched him smile through your tears, you couldn't help but wonder: if his devotion was so pure, why did loving him have to hurt so much?
DEADASS IF THEY SLIME OUT ENJIN ILL STOP READING BECAUSE YALL CANNOT BE FOR REAL RIGHT NOW 💔💔💔💔
plus if zanka wakes up to enjin with the opps in the sky and Rudo genuinely arrayed by his sister we might just see him kill someone for the first time
anyway don’t fucking play with me j can’t do ts 💔💔💔💔
