For the record, āmake the audience Also feel weirdā is part of why I write Norman with such an intense attachment to Freudian psychology. Iāve said before that itās good characterization for his attempts to rationalize his response to abuse through a framework that is absolutely hellish on incest victims and people with OCD, but it also reads differently between when it was written vs the modern day. Freudian psychology was a thing people actually believed. (I mean, it does still crop up now because psychology is new and more importantly we will never escape the bullshit misogyny of the psychiatric system, itās just more hidden.)
Crucially, people these days generally believe Freud to be a weird freak, and by extension, Norman clinging so tightly to Freudian psychology both on a Doylist and in-universe level makes him also a weird freak. Disgusting, even. And this is furthered by Psycho being remembered by its twists, such that the sympathetic antihero / twist villain is remembered as entirely off-putting and malicious. This means that any modern work usually has to move backwards, starting out in the audienceās perceptions of Norman as villainous and pulling him back to the realm of sympathy.
So the societal disgust towards people who fall outside of the āperfect victimā archetype, particularly sexual abuse victims, can be leveraged to naturally create a feeling of gradual revelation, even without the character necessarily having to change, which works surprisingly well for Norman in a lot of situations, because heās a character defined by stasis.
Plus, playing on an audience's immediate disgust-- "Why would anyone think it's normal to be attracted to his mother?"-- especially for someone who falls outside the typical image of a sexual abuse victim, and then reeling them to the realization that he's a victim encourages an audience to look past their disgust both in fiction and real life and hopefully examine these situations with more care and sympathy.
riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)
you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.
satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prepāhis fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and beggingāit's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.
"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."
you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.
he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.
"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. justātake your time."
you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelmingāfull, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.
"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."
you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"
"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it'sā" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."
you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.
his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite readāhunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.
"okay?" he asks.
you nod, swallowing. "okay."
"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."
you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.
"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."
you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.
"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."
you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.
when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.
"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fuckingāperfect. you're perfect."
you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.
"close?" he asks.
you nod, too breathless for words.
"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make meā"
he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.
"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i justāyou feel too good. i can'tā"
his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.
"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel youā"
you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself togetherāit pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.
he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.
you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"holy shit," he mutters.
you laugh weakly. "good?"
he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.
"perfect."
a/n: requested by a lovely anon it was so much fun 2 write hihi
choso just wants to do you a favor and give into your fantasy ąØą§ choso kamo x fem!reader ąØą§ i need him to wake me up like this
choso remembers the first serious talk about intimacy you had. he specifically remembers you saying you wanted to be woken up with fingers buried deep inside you, why not make that reality now?
he wakes up from his slumber with a boner growing in his boxers. he assumed he had a wet dream even though he can't really remember. his skin is sticky in sweat as he sits up.
you're laying on your back, sleeping soundly. he watches you for a few minutes before remembering exactly what you said.
he lays back down next to you, kissing your cheek as he hand dips into your panties. he can feel your warmth and he nearly makes a sticky mess in his pants.
he slides a finger inside your pussy. it's not wet, you're asleep, not even close to being aroused. he doesn't want to hurt you so he pulls his finger out. he gathers spit on his fingers and dips them back into your panties.
he rolls two fingers around your clit and he feels you twitch. he stops for a second, making sure you're still asleep before continuing to roll circles on your pretty bud.
you twitch again but this time he doesn't stop. he can feel you getting wetter by the second, your body reacts to him so quickly. he watches your face, your chest heaving up and down.
he wonders if you think you're dreaming.
when you finally get wet enough, he slips one finger into your hole, reaching that one spongey spot. your chest heaves more but somehow you haven't woken up.
he slides another finger in. he can feel a stretch and he hears your breath hitch. he keeps going, thumb rubbing your clit as he fucks his fingers into you.
your pussy reacts to his every move even if you're not conscious. choso thinks it's sexy. he continues fingering your poor pussy till he feels you clench around his fingers.
you gasp, eyes opening, finally coming back to consciousness.
it takes you a few seconds to realize what was happening. choso fingering you while you slept.
a fantasy, one you wanted to experience for the longest.
you smile lazily at choso, pulling him close as he leaves his fingers in your soaked pussy.
he doesn't say anything, his thumb gently nudges your clit again and he feels you get wetter. he smirks, moving his fingers again, this time with you awake.
being with choso meant having your tits sucked 24/7 ąØą§ choso kamo x fem!reader ąØą§ i love boobs
it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.
somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.
if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.
he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.
your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.
he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.
SUMMARY: for better or for worse, the two of you always find your way back to each other. sometimes, itās kicking and screaming; other times, itās willingly and quietly. most of the time, itās done while trading a variety of colorful insults. still, you wouldnāt have it any other way.
WARNINGS: fem!reader. canon compliant (MCD accordingly). eventual smut (switch!reader, switch!naoyaāmore warnings will be added in the parts with smut). i took some liberty with 1) zenin clan relationships and 2) cursed energy lore for readerās technique. naoya is his own warningāheās gonna give you a lot of whiplash. heavily implied abuse (naobito->naoya). toxic relationship (i stress, toxic relationship). misogyny (obviously). moments of misandry from reader. reader & naoya are quick to turn to violence when theyāre kids š they fight a lot. liberal use of bitch (naoya to reader). asshole 4 asshole (naoya sucks, so does readerāthe crux of their relationship is that theyāre both so intolerable they can only tolerate each other). reader smokes when sheās older. depictions of grief in part 2. as always with my fics, reader has personality & background. I think Iām missing some warnings, pls tell me if you catch anything I missed, there are a lot LOL (WC: 103k)
AUTHORāS NOTE: my LORD someone free me from this man. This was supposed to be a sub5k one shot to get him out of my system, and here we are 50k+ words and 3 parts later ā¦ā¦ā¦. The day I can be casual about anything will be the day I can be at peace UGH. Anyway!!! I hope you guys enjoy. I plan to have the 2nd part up on Tuesday, and the third part (if all goes well) the Tuesday after. We will see!! MWAH MWAH hope you enjoy!! All comments & reblogs appreciated ehehe, and if you want me to tag you when posted, leave a comment here on the masterlist! Also ā iannaās dividers thank you Ianna mwah mwah
this actually has me thinking after talking to a few fellow naoya fans.. either we all already had kinks that naoya just lets us fantasize about through him, or naoya gave us new kinks to relish in. or a mix of both
cw: explicit, creampie, Choso loves rewarding his good girl.
Being Chosoās sweet girl came with the best titty sucking pussy fuckinā perks.
He lived for pleasing you. Your gentle, devoted Choso. Heās always making sure your favorite snacks are stocked, carrying you to bed when youāre tired, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while whispering how lucky he is. But the best?
Every night the moment you tug your shirt up and let your tits spill free, Chosoās eyes glaze over. He crawls onto the bed, large frame hovering over you carefully, āCan Iā¦?ā he asked, voice already hoarse, cheeks flushed. āPlease, baby. I need them in my mouth.ā
You cupped the back of his head and guided him down. Choso groaned the instant his lips wrapped around you. He palmed one heavy breast, thumb brushing over your already stiff nipple before his lips wrapped around it. The wet heat of his mouth made your back arch instantly. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper, āChosoāah!ā
He hummed around your nipple as wet suckling sounds filled the room as he nursed on you, hips unconsciously grinding his hard cock against your thigh for friction.
āSo goodā¦ā he mumbled against your skin, switching to the other nipple and sucking harder, cheeks hollowing.
Your fingers threaded through his messy dark hair, tugging lightly. Choso whimpered, spit slicking your tits as he lavished them with attention. His hand slid lower, fingers gently parting your folds and rubbing slow circles over your clit before two thick fingers pushed inside your dripping pussy.
He fingered you open while his mouth stayed glued to your chest, moaning around your nipple every time your walls clenched around his fingers.
When you finally whispered āI need you inside me,ā Choso didnāt hesitate. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his heavy, leaking cock and lined up at your entrance, eyes glassy with desperation.
āPleaseā¦ can I fuck you?ā he begged softly, rubbing the fat head through your slick. āIāll be gentle. I just want to feel you around me.ā
You nodded, and he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt. A shaky groan tore from his throat.
āFuckā¦Youāre perfect,ā he whispered, forehead pressed to your chest as he started rolling his hips in steady strokes. He never got rough unless you asked. Instead he fucked you like he was making love while his mouth returned to your tits, sucking and licking like he couldnāt bear to be apart from them.
āYou feel so goodā¦ gonna cum soon,ā he panted against your nipple, voice cracking. āCan Iā please let me cum inside? I want to fill my sweet girl up. Pleaseā¦ā
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. āHnnghāy-yes, cum for me, Choso. Fill me.ā
Choso buried his face between your breasts, sucking hard on one nipple as his thrusts turned sloppy and desperate. With a muffled moan he came hard, thick ropes of cum pulsing deep into your pussy, flooding you until it started to leak out around his cock. He kept grinding weakly, making sure every drop stayed inside you, whimpering softly with each twitch.
Even after he finished, he stayed buried deep, lazily mouthing at your tits with soft kisses, āMy sweet girlā¦ā he murmured, voice completely adoring as he nuzzled closer, cock still nestled in your cum-filled cunt, perfectly content to stay there all night if youād let him.
mdni. choso is a crybaby who wants you to sit on his face.
"i wanted to see you fully today, baby boy," you lightly complain and pout at him, as you push him to sit on the couch after your close-to-half-hour kissing session by the door.
"come on now, iāhah," he swallows when he finally feels your weight on him, you're straddling him, which leads to choso gripping your waist so tightly it could break, "i haven't eaten you in ages."
you put the loose strands of hair behind his ear and buck your hips up onto his hardness very lightly. the space between his eyebrows scrunches up at your teasing, "by ages, you mean a few daysāow!" choso is impatient, so he bites the exposed skin on your chest.
"chosoā," you think he'll stop, but he doesn't. he is lapping up the space that is neither too far nor too close to your nipple. he licks the bite mark that he left on your skin, looking up at you through his lashes, "please, let me eat you," he whimpers, with tears welling up in his eyes.
you exhale a shaky breath, a negligible trembling of your fingers on his nape. "baby, please," he appeals once more, using the tone that he knows will make you bend to his will, so you do.
choso is on the bedāwell, he is looking all nice and fucked up, with tears falling down anytime now, waiting for you to remove your bottoms.
"'so fucking beautiful," choso is also breathless, and it's taking everything in him to put his thoughts into words, but he succeeds nonetheless. you're on the bed and kneeling on either side of his face, holding onto the headboard now, fully naked waist down, with an unbuckled bra that's loosely sitting on your chest.
choso does not wait for you to sit on him as he rashly brings his face up to your pussy, making you lose your hold from the headboard. you both moan at the abrupt turn of things: you, at the way he gives a long stripe from your labia to your clit; and him, at the satisfaction of feeling your weight on his head, the scent of your wetness, the sweetness of your juice that he thinks he can substitue meals to for every day of his life.
when choso eats you, he does not touch your pussy, of course he doesn't. he's grabbing your ass to pull you as close as physically possible to his face, and he does not rub your clit nor fuck you with his fingers. but he cries, though. he moans, and whimpers, and manages to tell you sweet-nothingsās' good, baby; prettyā¦ prettyā¦ pretty fucking pussy; please don' stop; keep fucking m' face, loveāalbeit in between breaths and with the occasional crack in his voice, and he keeps sobbing.
choso thinks, and most probably believes, that he can survive off of your pussyāand he will. but sometimes, like today, you try to coax him into taking a break and taking a sip of water, worried that he may dehydrate from all the tears he's letting out, "choāso! please, waterāahhh!" choso sucks on your clit so hardly it may bruise.
"needāmmmmhādrink," you try again. but with the way he's doing your clit like it's his lifeline, giving your folds long licks in between, and bringing his tongue into your hole and drinking and sucking and slurping your juices, ahāhe will live off of this alone. what the fuck are food and water for? choso will always ask.
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