˖° ཐིཋྀ This blog is a space for me to shamelessly post smutty fics. I’ll probably write fluff/angst too but I’m a sucker for horny sh𖥔t. @/choso_favwife -- My backup/ao3 for my longer fanfics.
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a black lesbian woman 🙂↕️🤝
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a hater of (most) desserts, subtitles, & the disposable black gf trope ://
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I love writing and coming up random scenes and plots. I’m hoping to improve my writing or at least have fun with writing again through this blog.
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a pic from yuuji’s camera roll <3 little harder to look back on after shibuya but he can’t bring himself to delete it (it’d be like losing them all over again)
A/N a sneak peek into a multi character one shot I have next on my queue. this is messy & sloppy as hell (for now) ...enjoy
Higuruma x Reader
"Hic—Ruma! S-slow…down…" you moan, knowing you had no intention of wanting him to lessen his perfect pace. "Oh, where was this compassion for me when you had my cock stuffed in this fuckin' tight cunt." He pushes you harder into the canvas, breast smothered in paint, friction causing tears to brim in your eyes, "had me fighting, mind going crazy trying not to cum in front of the whole class."
Nanami x Reader
"You looked so good up there. Almost kicked everyone out so I could fuck you…just like this." Nanami's calloused hand lands on your ass, the lewd slap bounces off the walls. You couldn't resist, "Or you could’ve had me right there, have everyone see you cream inside of me, see how their professor fucks me real good.” You felt him twitch and you clamp down in response, sending him over the edge. Cum dips in and out of you, droplets land on the drop cloth below. "Hmph, so good, sweetheart. Molding my dick so deep into my favorite student." Your professor's load is so heavy pushing up into your guts, gushing out of your hole with every drill he pounds into you, “y-you dirty girl, what am I going to do with you.”
Gojo x Reader
"I told you yesterday, that was the last time-" "No," he interrupts. You feel a sharp sting on your neck, a deep possessive suck of your skin tugs between his lips, "I say when it's the last time and I'm not done with you yet." It's only been 12 hours and you almost forgot the intoxicating burn of his touch "Tell me to stop, please..." You shake your head, hands snake through his white strands. "Let me hear those words, slut," Gojo lifts his head from between the crook of your neck, blue eyes see straight through you, "No? Okay, don't want any back talk when I have you cummin' so hard you can barely walk til next week."
Zuko x Reader
Legs over his shoulders, his hands grip the back of your thighs, "you fill me so good, Zuko." Your praise unlocks something in him. His hands push your thighs deeper into your chest, strokes landing deeper at this new angle. "S'tight, p-professor," his eyes water, too shy to meet yours. You want to take him to his limit. You want to feel his tears land on your skin, feel his cum pulsate through you. "Look at how my pussy takes my top student…" Zuko's head falls forward, his silky hair following, feathering on your skin, "Oh, you like that? Like how good you spilt your favorite teacher open?"
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A/N a sneak peek into a multi character one shot I have next on my queue. this is messy & sloppy as hell (for now) ...enjoy
Higuruma x Reader
"Hic—Ruma! S-slow…down…" you moan, knowing you had no intention of wanting him to lessen his perfect pace. "Oh, where was this compassion for me when you had my cock stuffed in this fuckin' tight cunt." He pushes you harder into the canvas, breast smothered in paint, friction causing tears to brim in your eyes, "had me fighting, mind going crazy trying not to cum in front of the whole class."
Nanami x Reader
"You looked so good up there. Almost kicked everyone out so I could fuck you…just like this." Nanami's calloused hand lands on your ass, the lewd slap bounces off the walls. You couldn't resist, "Or you could’ve had me right there, have everyone see you cream inside of me, see how their professor fucks me real good.” You felt him twitch and you clamp down in response, sending him over the edge. Cum dips in and out of you, droplets land on the drop cloth below. "Hmph, so good, sweetheart. Molding my dick so deep into my favorite student." Your professor's load is so heavy pushing up into your guts, gushing out of your hole with every drill he pounds into you, “y-you dirty girl, what am I going to do with you.”
Gojo x Reader
"I told you yesterday, that was the last time-" "No," he interrupts. You feel a sharp sting on your neck, a deep possessive suck of your skin tugs between his lips, "I say when it's the last time and I'm not done with you yet." It's only been 12 hours and you almost forgot the intoxicating burn of his touch "Tell me to stop, please..." You shake your head, hands snake through his white strands. "Let me hear those words, slut," Gojo lifts his head from between the crook of your neck, blue eyes see straight through you, "No? Okay, don't want any back talk when I have you cummin' so hard you can barely walk til next week."
Zuko x Reader
Legs over his shoulders, his hands grip the back of your thighs, "you fill me so good, Zuko." Your praise unlocks something in him. His hands push your thighs deeper into your chest, strokes landing deeper at this new angle. "S'tight, p-professor," his eyes water, too shy to meet yours. You want to take him to his limit. You want to feel his tears land on your skin, feel his cum pulsate through you. "Look at how my pussy takes my top student…" Zuko's head falls forward, his silky hair following, feathering on your skin, "Oh, you like that? Like how good you spilt your favorite teacher open?"
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Wanna buy super cute lingerie and walk around the house wearing it, teasing my future wife 24/7 until she decides to bend me over the table, spank me and fuck me dumb with her strap 𝜗ৎ
3.4k words (A/N: the longest fic so far >.< took me forever)
🎶I'm Yours - Isabel LaRosa :)) Enjoy
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Two days. Two days, scouring the Oturo countryside searching for the most rebellious, callous, annoying princess known to—
“—Choso...” You huff and stop in place, forest weeds crunching under your flats, dirt gathering at the long hem of your dress. “...can you get any closer?”
Choso has been up your ass, not letting you out of his eyesight the moment he found you.
“Knight Choso, to you,” he grumbles sternly behind you.
Just a few miles from the palace, twirling your fingers in your hair, you sat—seeming at home—inside the notoriously grimy town tavern.
Choso could laugh at the thought of you being so oblivious, so lost in high society that you don't even know this fact, but it’s his job to keep a watchful eye on you, and he failed.
“When will you learn I’m not your friend. I’m not here to serve you. I am under the duty of the King and Queen to protect you, so keep walking.”
Choso eyes you slowly, eyeing you as you turn to face him with a mischievous stare.
“I’m so sorry, Knight Choso. I’ll behave. Be better,” you whine sarcastically with folded hands, “just for you. I promise.” You pout, doe eyes looking up at his unamused ones, excitement bubbling in your stomach.
“Must I get on my knees?”
You bunch your dress above your ankles, “I seem to remember the other knights liking when I do...”
A cheeky smile spreads on your face, quickly wiped off when Choso’s firm grip pulls you off the ground.
His teeth grit, jaw tight and flexing, face flushing with a hint of rose.
If he weren’t dragging you, forcing your vision to meet the back of his silver armor suit, you’d be reveling in the effect you have on him.
You know that he’s just doing his job, but why not make it hard for him…make him hard.
There’s nothing to do at the palace. A queen-in-waiting does nothing, but—well—wait.
Boredom filled your days. Dealing with vain princes and princesses, dull and dragging balls, and even counting the castle’s apartments’ windows and doors as a casual pastime.
So, when the opportunity presented itself, you took your nearest cape and your favorite horse as far as you could.
“Sit.”
Choso drops your arm and points you to a clearing, big enough to hitch the horses and make a camp, and small enough not to draw any attention to you both.
Your hand roams over the spot he once held. The faint pain brought a foreign sting to your stomach, trickling down to your core.
“Just like a princess. Too stuck in your jewels and handful of proposals to think before attempting to run away prepared. No bag, no money, no map. Not even proper riding attire.”
Choso huffs and throws his hands in the air, proceeding to dig through his horse’s saddlebag.
Heat sets up your neck and cheeks, vision going red, as a scoff roars from your throat.
You step inches behind him, stride heavy. Sharp words leave your lips, “Yet, I’m not the one chasing after an extremely capable and beautiful woman and calling it his ‘trade.’ Am I, Knight Choso?”
Choso turns, hands filled with a tent, sleeping pack, and other materials needed for tonight’s sleeping arrangements.
You feel his strong, broad shoulder push past yours, and the sound of items dropping to the ground before you see his flatlined lips and usual lazy stare.
“Is the dear princess crossed?” He mocks. He inches forward, eyes never leaving yours, “Is such a beautiful and capable woman so easily rattled?”
He scans your face, sure he won in your battle of wits, only to be met with a proud grin and crossed arms.
“Oh, so you admit it, you think I’m beautiful.”
Your breath feathers on his lips, head tilted, eyes studying his pink-tinted cheeks.
Choso didn’t realize how close you’ve both gotten until he could smell the sweet scent of your jasmine perfume hit his chest.
Choso cowards, swerving away, now hovering inches off the ground, hands preparing the sleeping tent. Over his shoulder, he mumbles, “Of course, that’s what you got from that.”
You wander around the camp, taking advantage of the cool night air.
“Well, despite recent events, my capability is a well-known fact,” you add smugly from above him.
He ignores you, determined to get some sleep before tomorrow’s long journey. You should be helping, but what did you know about tents, nature, or physical labour?
With fading care for your regal clothes, you find a place on the ground, settling with a stretched neck and head on a rough tree.
You quietly watched as your knight’s fingers squeezed and pulled at the tent’s knots. Mind focused on the hunched curve of his shoulders.
The way strands loosened from his two ponytails, gliding smoothly along his long, memorable, face tattoo—the one that made you wonder how black ink feels under the light tracing of your fingers.
When the nights were free of the loud steps of the royal family courts and staff, you lay awake, lasered on the candlelight shadow of Choso pacing, guarding your door.
Questions filled your mind—how many markings roam on his skin? Does he ever think of leaving this place? If I asked, would he run away with me? Does he think about anyone like this? If I finally escaped, would he find me? When he did, would he be scared, worried, or terrified to have almost lost me?
You jump to your feet, causing Choso's head to snap your way.
An uncomfortable wave of heat floods your body. Your palms dampen in sweat. With quiet, deep breaths, attempt to steady your quickened breathing.
He rises, dusting off his hands, his back to the built tent with a sleeping bag set up outside.
“What’s the matter? Too tired from sitting on your—” Choso stops his poorly hushed mumbling.
He catches the way you flex and fist your fingers in the palm of your hands, scanning with an unreadable expression.
Guilt washes over Choso.
Why was he so easily vexed when it came to you?
It’s not the first time you pulled a stunt like this. To his credit, you’ve never gotten this far from the palace, from his reach…
“Bathroom.” You clear your throat and point to nowhere. “Have to use the-pee. I’m going to go…” You awkwardly angle away from camp, wandering deeper in the forest.
Choso stalks after you. “Where do you think you’re going? I thought we talked about this?”
You continue at your pace, “Unless you want to see how a lady relieves herself, I’d stay where you are.”
You rotate on your heel, sending him a weak smile. “Unless that’s what you’re into. Then, I’d be glad to oblig-”
Choso waves you off with an annoyed stare. “Make sure to stay close. I’m going to gather some wood.”
Minutes of firewood cracking pass, relaxing sounds putting Choso in a steady ease. An unfamiliar ease, until he notices you haven’t come back.
“Princess! Princess!”
His head swirls, searching left and right for your path.
“Oh Chosoooo, try to find me!” You taunt from a few trees down.
Choso’s breath catches up with him, heart beating nonsensically, at a speed that felt like it’d break out of his chest.
Your giggles grow distant as you dart from tree to tree, your white and pale pink dress teetering in the wind.
He chases after you, catching up in time as quickly as it took for you to start your little game of hide-and-seek.
“Got me!” You ring out, smiling to yourself.
Solid arms wrap around you, unyielding around your waist, pushing up your chest, nearly pushing your breasts out of your bust. Your smile fades, failing to wiggle out of the knight's grasp. Choso's tussled hair falls, grazing softly against your face, framing his.
“C-cho? I got the idea. You can let—“
Choso interjects with a cold tone.
“—go?” He laughs in your ear.
Your thighs clench, body fully glued, melted onto his plated chest.
“I’ve been trying to protect you.” His breath brushes on your ear, “Years of defiance. Years of sleepless nights making sure you’re safe in my company.”
You can feel the heat from his towering body radiating over you.
You can barely focus on his words, preoccupied with steadying your breath.
His grasp loosens slightly, enough to have you face him. A hand is on your waist, the other on your face.
You take in his black hair, how it waves angelically in the wind.
Your doe eyes flicker between his eyes, an unfamiliar view meeting your face.
Pupils dilated, chest heaving, borderline feral, hurt. Your mind reels, failing to pinpoint where his mind is, but you can feel his worry.
“Choso, I’m sorry. Truly, I didn’t mean to upset you.” You rest a hand on his face, heart jumping at his softness.
That’s when you catch it, his snarl, darkened eyes narrowing. Choso's hold tightens on your waist, his other hand slides around your jaw.
“Now, what did I say?”
“I-I-“ You stutter, fumbling over your words, lashes fluttering under his intense gaze.
Choso tsks, “Need to teach my princess how to listen.”
In one fell swoop, your body lifts off the ground, hitting cold metal, and landing a throw over Choso’s shoulder.
“Agh!”
Your knight's body glows, hunched frame illuminated by the orange flames of the quiet fire outside your tent.
Slap!
“Again.”
“Knight Choso!” Your hips buck, your bottom lip quivers.
“Again.” Another slap hits your pussy.
“You think brats get orgasms—“ his head dives back into your pussy, “—because you open your legs and let me taste your sweet pussy, you get to cum?”
He goes for another taste, tongue gliding through your, until he pauses, eyes looking up at you, dark and determined.
“Answer me.”
You meet his gaze with a blissed out stare.
“N-no.”
Choso’s hand hovers over your pussy. “No, who?”
“Knight Choso.”
He lets out a dry laugh and spits on his pussy.
Choso and his skilled tongue have been edging you for the nth hour that night, getting his fill of your pussy before he has to return to his stoic manner and sacred duty of being your knight.
“Wish I could have this pussy all the time. Give you every high you need, whenever you need.”
You whine, hips pushing further in his grip, cunt grinding on his long tongue.
“P-pleasee…” you whine with swollen pouting lips.
“What, baby?” He muffles into your trimmed folds.
“Let me cum, Cho- Knight Choso.”
He tsks, shaking his head. “Still can’t say the right name, gonna have to start again.”
He licks your juices clean, hands pulling you down by your waist. “Maybe making you cry on my fingers will help remind you whose pussy this is.”
Two fingers pistol into you, curling past the tight ring of your entrance, into your hilt.
Your hips buck forward, legs tightening around his back, a hand pulling you close on your waist.
He grunts with each lap around your clit, fingers plunging into you with a wet spleech, heavy panting, and high-pitched whines flowing through the small tent.
Choso’s fingers fuck you with a brutal rhythm, grazing your g-spot with every curl.
“Ngh, c-close, please…keep going.”
You feel Choso smile against you, mouth around your clit. His head bobs with his pounding rhythm.
Feeling you near your peak, he gives you two sweet pumps, slow and teasing, until he pulls out of you with a pop!
“N-no, knig-“ Cho cuts you off with a deep fill of a third finger, punishingly stroking in and out of your soaked hole.
“You’re doing so well, princess…” Your cunt sucks him in, barely giving him a chance to thrust out.
“S’good, s’good.” Your mouth waters, gone from repeatedly bottoming out on his curled, thick fingers.
Choso’s sucks hard on your pulsing bud, buzzing from your praise.
His excitement overwhelms him, coning all five of his fingers into you, fisting them, pushing you over the edge.
Your legs shake, back arching off the ground, a loud whiney shriek escaping your throat.
“T-Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you chant as your legs limp,
Choso’s pace slows, letting you come down from your high. His tongue gives you one last stroke before his body parts from yours, except for a softened grip of tender circles on your waist.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it.” He reassures.
You inhale and exhale deeply, hand wrapping around his. He touches you with a twitching smile, watching you cum hard from one orgasm, his orgasm.
He slowly hovers over you, face nearing yours. He kisses your shoulder, the crook of your neck, and a duo of pecks on your cheek.
He pushes his nose against yours. “My good girl, hmm?”
Choso’s hard inches hid behind the last layer of his knight gear, barely brushing on your thigh.
“Let me clean you up. We have a long journey ahead.”
He leans up on his forearms, ready to fetch a clean garnet from his saddlebag, ’til he feels soft hands snake around the back of his neck, stretching to the side of his back, tugging him down weakly.
He eyes you with a raised brow. “F-fuck me.”
Choso licks up your cheek, moaning at the salty taste of your tears, cock jerking in his pants.
“Even like this—“he kisses on you, swollen lips by your ear, “—all fucked out, you want more?”
You nod, energy returning to your wet cunt. Choso bites into you, soothing the faint mark with a peck.
With a controlled, deep tone, one word roars from his mouth, “beg.”
Choso pulls back, waiting and watching. Your lashes flutter, heart beating out of your chest, following the quick beat of your clit.
“P-please, need you so bad—“your hips buck, mindlessly searching for friction, needy for the rock between his legs, “fuck me however you want, just want your dick.“
Ready to make you his, Choso bites back a moan, ragged pants coming from above you.
Choso slides the rest of his armor off, sweat beading down his chest.
He watches your eyes widen.
Your pussy pulses, taken by his heavy pecs, rosy nipples, long list of toned abs, and deep V-line.
Choso’s lips twitch up, smirking, hearing you gasp when your eyes catch his sprung cock twitching against skin, wet with pre-cum.
“Look what you do to me, baby.” He takes one of your hands and trails your fingers down his body, feeling the curves of his body. He brings them above your head.
Your knight’s hands glide on your thighs, hooking under your knees.
Choso pulls you forward, slamming your body on his thick thighs, hanging your legs over his shoulders while he leans over you.
“Those other knights have you this needy?” Choso wraps his fingers around his cock, slapping it on your folds, filling the tent with wet sounds.
“They have you begging—” he slides his red mushroom tip into you, earning a high-pitched croak from your parted lips, “—soaking around them?”
He pushes deeper, dropping his body weight on you.
“Hmph, move…” You plead, mouth brushing over his.
“Answer me, need to know I’m your best.” Choso grinds, hips bucking forward.
You sob, overwhelmed by his tip hitting right into your g-spot, “I- I lied! Just wanted to—hck—vex you.”
Choso’s painfully slow movements stop, eyes burning on yours.
“You little brat.” He draws his hips back and thrusts into your tight cunt with a forceful stroke.
Your back arches off the silk sheets, chest pressing into his, grinding your hard nipples on his flushed chest. “More, more," you whimper pathetically.
Smiling, Choso spits into your "o" shaped mouth, diving for a wet and messy kiss.
"Damn brat, asking for more. I'll give you more."
His pace quickens, hands on either side of your head, leveraging his strength with every drive to your cervix.
“Teasing me, trying to get under my skin, folded under me.”
Your head falls back, neck curved and open for Choso’s assault of kisses. He sucks and pulls, marking your soft skin.
“Don’t stop, keep going, keep going.”
Your nails trail down his back, breaking skin as he rolls into you over and over again.
“My brat needed this, huh?” He feels how your soaked pussy pulls him in, narrowing, strangling him.
You nod pathetically, lost in the heat of it all.
“Want you all the time, it hurtssss.” Your words drag, you fall over the edge, legs squirming against Choso’s grinding body.
“Let go, baby. Your dick to cum on.”
Choso tugs the lobe of your ear between his teeth, his tongue lapping and teasing
Meeting his quick thrusts, your eyes cross, pussy contracting around his thick inches.
Choso hisses.
Between breaths, he pants, “Can do this all the time. In your bed, my chambers, in the garden, even when you take a prince’s hand.”
Tears brim at the corner of your eyes, body trembling as he fucks you through your orgasm, pushing you further than you’ve been before.
“No, o-only want you, only you, Kni—“
Choso’s hands find your hair, gripping it firmly. His slams to your cervix grow more frantic, pre-cum leaking into your contracting hole.
“Kamo, call me—“
Your stomach tightens, a hot feeling aching to push out of you.
“Kamo!”
You scream, warm stream pulsing out of you, juices splashing onto your stomach and around Choso’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re squirting.”
Your head shakes, overstimulated by his feverish pounds into you.
“Keep going, princess, I’m about to—fuck—I’m cummin’”
His cock twitches, pumping white, long strings of his seed into your sensitive cunt. His hips stutter, pressing deeper, rolling into you.
“S’too much, Kamo!” You whine.
Your nails scratch down his back, breaking skin. Choso’s pace slows. His grip on you eases as he pulls his body off you.
You both pant, trying to catch your breath. “So…good.”
His limp cock slides out of you, his cum with it. Choso’s eyes lock on yours. “Still talking?"
His thumb slides into your overworked hole. He pushes his white waterfall of cum back into you. "Haven’t fucked you hard enough…”
Using a glimpse of his energy, Chosos flips you both in one smooth motion. Positioning you between his legs, chest on his.
“Augh!” You whine at the suddenness.
Choso’s hands slide up your glistening body, over your stomach, kneading at your tits, fingers pinching your nipples.
“You said you were all mine, and I want you dumb on my cock.”
You fall forward, hands gripping his chest, kisses falling on his chest. You whimper, delicious pinches going to your clit, begging to be touched.
“Come here.”
Choso gives you one last twist. His hands snake around your backside, gripping the fat of your ass. He lifts and slams you down onto his cum covered, already hard 9-inches.
You exhale a sharp groan, cunt clenching around him.
“Not stopping til you’re drooling like the good cum slut I know you are.”
Choso’s hands fall behind his head. “Now, move.”
You whimper, picking your hips up and dropping them down. You dig your hands in his pecs, rolling and bouncing on hiscock, claiming him yours.
Choso’s eyes shut, body reacting quickly to your movements, nipples perking, hard under your palms.
“C-close Kamo,” you whine into the air.
Choso brings his hands to your ass. Fingers digging into your skin, he lifts you in his cock and drops you.
He uses you like his toy, again and again, til the skin of your ass and his hips are red and stinging, eyes glued, hypnotized, watching how he disappears into your puffy, swollen folds.
You suck him in like breathing, juices slurping with each push in and out.
Your fingers rub firm against his chest, tingling friction sending him close to the edge.
“Mmm, mmm,” your moans hum through the tent.
Overwhelmed by the building rush, your head shakes, hands curling and pushing against his chest, feeling your orgasm approaching.
He drops you onto him one last time. “R-runnin’ already, just getting—hck—started.”
His feet plant, anchoring on the thin sheets and fucks up into you, splitting you in half on his cock.
Drool pools at your mouth, falling down your chin, your tits bounce in the air. Choso hits your gooey soft g-spot, mixing your cum, forming a white ring at the base of his cock.
“Kamo! Kamo!” You scream, getting fucked through your second orgasm, walls vibrating around his throbbing veins.
Spleech! Spleech!
The lewd sounds of his warm cum pumping in you and your soaked cunt fill your ears with ecstasy.
“That’s my girl, keep crying on your cock…”
Choso moans through his own tears, cum flooding, sticking, and squelching between your connected bodies.
“Perfect fucking pussy, my perfect princess”
Your vision flashes white, and your throat dries from your cries, high off the beginning of a satisfyingly long night.
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