some of you may know me from my other fandom blog where I post headcanons and other cool stuff. this blog is going to exclusively be about me and my many fictional others.
some content will be NSFW and it will be tagged accordingly. I AM an adult and because of that I’m not comfortable with minors following this blog. (my other blog @waluigis-837th-testicle is fair game tho!)
I’ll star (*) the characters that I’m not comfortable sharing but otherwise feel free to interact whether you share an f/o or not! Ask questions, share info about your f/o(s), whatever!!
The Residents of Complex L’Amour are as follows but are subject to change:
Jason Todd/Redhood* - DCU - knight and alchemist
Dick Grayson/Nightwing - DCU-
Terry McGinnis - DCU- 90s babies
Kon-El “Connor” Kent -DCU -
Takashi Shirogane - VLD -
Geto Suguru - JJK -
Choso Kamo - JJK -
Kenji Sato - ULD -
Genji Shimada - Overwatch -
Sylus* - LADS -
Abby (Saja?)* - KPDH -
Jinu (Saja?)* - KPDH -
Roronora Zoro - One Piece -
(I have this list of tags here but tbh I usually just tag them by their first name :/)
Selfshipping is so fun when you realise it really is as simple as just shipping yourself with characters, you dont need merch, you dont need to be constantly obsessed or even "obsessed in the first place" you can show your love for them to the world or you can keep everything private it doesn't matter 🫶🏻
“yes you can,” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours, breath hot and trembling. “please. jus’ a little more. wanna feel you again. need it, baby- need you.”
you don’t know how many times you’ve cum. four? five? more? everything’s wet, flushed, aching. his dick’s still hard inside you, twitching like it hasn’t already ruined you. and he won’t stop kissing you. won’t stop whispering your name like it’s the only word he knows.
your thighs are sore. your stomach’s in knots. your cunt’s so puffy and swollen you swear he’s ruined something inside you. and choso?
he’s still going.
still rolling his hips into yours with that slow, dizzy rhythm, like he doesn’t know what enough means. he’s drunk off your pussy. completely addicted. muttering, “so good, baby. you feel sooo good, fuck- can’t stop. don’t wanna stop.”
he’s always like this. everytime you let him get too deep in his feelings, everytime you kiss his throat or scratch his back or let him hold you just a little too long— he turns into this. soft. desperate. dick stupid. and soso clingy.
you’ve never had anyone look at you like this before. like they’re in pain with how much they want you. like fucking you is a holy ritual and your pussy is salvation.
“look at me,” he breathes, voice cracking as your walls flutter around him again. “mommy, please, look at me when i cum.”
oh fuck.
your head spins. you clench around him on reflex, and that’s all it takes— choso chokes on a groan, collapsing over you as his hips stutter, cock twitching violently inside your raw, sensitive cunt. hot spurts fill you up again, thick and messy, and he’s moaning through it. whining in your ear as he cums so deep you feel it in your stomach.
and you should be overwhelmed. you are. but you’re also soaked again. so turned on it’s dizzying. because it’s choso.
your big, beefy, soft-spoken boyfriend who worships the ground you walk on. who has tattoos and broad shoulders and the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. who lifts you like you weigh nothing, eats you like he’s starving, and calls you mommy in the heat of the moment like it’s the only word that’ll soothe him.
he’s so hot like this you wanna scream.
“oh my god,” you whisper, dazed, letting your nails drag lightly down his back. “you’re such a loser.”
“mm,” he hums, breathless. “yours though.”
you giggle, stupidly turned on, even with your legs shaking and your pussy leaking down to the sheets. “you like calling me that?”
he hides his face in your neck. nods. “feels right.”
“you’re so fucked,” you murmur. “you’ve got issues.”
he whines softly, “i know,” but he’s already shifting, slipping out slowly with a filthy squelch, and then immediately pressing his face between your thighs like he didn’t just spend the last hour stuffing you full.
“c-choso—!”
he groans like a man possessed. hands gripping your thighs to spread them wider, tongue lapping at your folds with dirty precision. drinking his own cum out of your sore cunt like it’s ambrosia.
your whole body jerks. your brain blanks. and you’re not sure if it’s pain or pleasure anymore— all you know is he’s not stopping.
his voice is muffled, desperate. “need it. need more. gimme more, please- fuck, mommy, you’re dripping. missed your taste. lemme clean you up. lemme make you cum again. promise i’ll be good, i swear, i swear—”
you’re already cumming by the time he finishes the sentence. again. thighs clamped around his head, breath caught in your throat, pussy twitching under his tongue like he’s rewired your entire nervous system.
and after? he doesn’t even leave.
he drags you into his chest, wraps his arms around your waist as though he’s scared you’ll disappear, and murmurs, half-asleep:
a/n. this fic is buns ngl... manga panel and coloring. @/sugoroo
choso kamo
choso's been fiddling with his sketchbook at your house for a little bit now, watching you on your phone and using you as a reference to draw. his pencil skims over the paper as he shades the light glinting in your eyes, huffing triumphantly through his nose when he catches your beauty just right. you look over at your precious best friend curiously, unaware that he's drawing you. you'd just scrolled past the tutorial on your phone on how to catch prints, and who better to test it on than choso, the boy who'd do just about anything for you.
"cho," you call softly from the bed, sitting up. he lifts his head, fluffy bangs falling into his eyes which he pushes away with his big hand. "hm?" he responds with that soft hum, tipping his head to the side innocently. he's so cute that you honestly feel a little bad that you're going to be staring at his bulge for the next thirty seconds or so, but nevertheless, you push forward.
"can you stand up for a second please?"
he makes a little face of confusion, but obeys nevertheless, standing up for you to look at the middle seam of his pants. you switch to lay on your tummy, pursing your lips and staring at his crotch. he frowns a little in confusion, eyes searching your face to pinpoint your line of sight. "what're you looking at?" he asks curiously, following your gaze down his body. you shush him, trying to focus. looks flat along the seam. you're impressed he'd get the biggest type. poor thing, he's probably shy about it too.
he finally notices you're looking at his dick and immediately blushes a dusky pink, not knowing whether to cover himself or step closer so you can look better. his cock gives an involuntary twitch as you stare at it too long, and that flatness quickly goes away as his dick bulges in his pants.
your eyes widen at the sheer size of him that the fabric doesn't hide well enough, and you look back up at his sweaty, blushing face. "your dick's hard, cho." your voice comes out coaxing. he nods a little, suppressing his nerves and moving forward a little. if you're checking him out like this, his interest in you might be mutual. "yeah, cause you're staring at it." he mumbles, standing right in front of where you're laying on the bed. by this point, his crotch isn't far from your face. you look up at him through your lashes, silently asking if he wants you to touch him. he bites his lip to stifle an overenthusiastic "touch me please," and nods quietly, watching as you slowly free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers, and sure enough, he's as big as you analyzed him to be.
his fat cock hits your face on the way up and out of his boxers, resting against his tummy. the tip is flushed and swollen, and when your fingertips skim it, it gives a twitch, his balls squeezing up and pulsing as a dewy string of precum oozes out of the tip. he nearly blows his load right there when you pull him forward and take his big cock in your mouth, doing your absolute best to take it all in. you're both really glad you found that video.
satoru gojo
satoru has seen the video too, and has since been wearing articles of clothing that prevent you from catching his print because he wants to taunt you. you've been following him around ever since the video hit your timeline, really wanting to test your new knowledge on the person closest to you, but he wants to rile you up. "satoru please! i just want to look for a little bit, we don't ever have to talk about it again! i just want to test it out, and i don't want to do it on a stranger." you babble, chasing after him as he laughs and playfully pries you off him.
"you won't love me anymore if i'm an 'A'." he says teasingly, and you roll your eyes. "i don't care about your size, satoru, i just wanna see for a little bit! 's not even like i'll ever see the real thing anyway even though i want to."
he turns and faces you, looking down at you with an infuriatingly smug smirk. "fine, ill make you a deal." he grins, leaning down and getting in your face. "if you can get my print right on the first guess, i'll let you see my dick, kay? might even let you hold it in your pretty little hands. or more, if you're good."
your eyes light up, and you search your face, trying to see if he's teasing you or not. for once, he seems entirely serious despite that smug expression on his face. so you nod eagerly. he steps back, giving you enough room to analyze his dick print, and you hum thoughtfully, pursing your lips. he'd jokingly said he was an 'A' earlier, so you highly doubt that he's really that shape. he likes to lie and tease you quite a bit.
but you don't see a bulge along the lower part of the mid-seam either, and when you try to analyze him from the side, you just see the long, flat shape between his thighs, indicating he's the biggest size. "D?" you ask hopefully, looking up at him with a glint in your eyes.
he laughs loudly at your guess. it's clear that you're pretty sure of yourself too, and you're right, of course. and that means you get your reward.
he tugs you somewhere private. "see for yourself," he says, unzipping his pants intentionally slow and letting his cock free. it's nothing like anything you've ever seen, pale at the base, a darker pink up top, with a flared head and a thick, veiny shaft. "you got it up from staring at it so much. guess he likes having your attention." he teases, backing you into a table and lifting you up on top of it.
he's glad you wore a skirt today, and flips it up easily, tugging your panties to the side and using it as an anchor to keep you in place while he rubs his dick between your soft pussy lips and against your folds, getting nice and slick and ready to take his cock.
you did not expect your reward to be this good.
kento nanami
trying to find out how big your boss’s dick is during the annual holiday party isn’t one of your brightest ideas, but you cant help yourself. the timing is just perfect. the contract of your internship ends on new years, and you cant just stare at his cock while you’re enduring your final week or so of work. the amount of alcohol in your system ha emboldened you to approach kento head on, standing in the circle he’s formed around a few of his employees. your gaze zeroes in on his crotch and you squint to analyze his print in the dim lighting.
he notices your gaze glued to him after a few moments more of his conversation. his eyes have always found you in crowded rooms since you started interning at his office, though he's not sure why. it may full well just be that he appreciates a pretty face, but it must be more than that, considering how much you distracted him every day at work.
he tries to see what part of his body your gaze is pinpointed on, looking down at you and tracing your gaze down to his bulge through his slacks. he grunts softly and coughs into his fist to stifle the noise, wanting to know why you're looking so intently at his cock. the longer you look, the more it starts to strain in his pants and twitching.
you're still trying to figure out his size when you feel him start to steer you away from the crowd, into the empty men's washroom, where he crowds you in a stall. you gasp and stare up at him, hands instinctively finding his shoulders at the same time your back hits the wall with a soft thud. kento has a strange expression on his face, flustered and bothered at the same time. he mumbles your name. "what were you looking at just now?"
your eyes meet his and you gnaw on your lower lip nervously. on one hand, you're ashamed you got caught, but on the other, you hadn't been that subtle. and now that your senior caught you leering at him, you can only expect him to be disgusted with you. you can kiss the last few days of your contract and a reference letter goodbye. "um... i was trying to uh- see your... your thing through your pants."
he lets out a huff of air and squeezes you, pressing his body firmly against yours so your breasts are squished against his chest. "why?"
"i just saw this video online about doing it to guys you like," you say quickly, your voice coming out rushed as the truth spills out of you. "and i thought s-since i'd never see you again, it'd be fine to do it to you."
he frowns at your revelation. "you don't plan on seeing me ever again?" there's actual hurt in his expression, and you immediately feel guilty. you hadn't expected him to care to spend time with you outside work, and you're also surprised that he doesn't seem mad in the slightest at you.
he pushes his chubbed bulge between your legs, letting you feel his size rather than just looking at it. "i'd rather you ask me for something rather than being deceitful about it." he says softly. and before you can respond, he slots his mouth onto yours, catching you off guard with an open mouthed kiss.
"mh!" you moan softly into his mouth, his big tongue taking place in your mouth and swirling around yours hotly. it feels like you're melting. stuffed in a tiny space with your gorgeous boss and making out slow and sloppy. you didn't think it could get any better until he starts rolling his bulge between your thighs, humping you slow and firm right at your core where your puffy pussy lips rub against him through your panties - you're only wearing a skirt. "what size do i feel like, hm?" he says into your mouth, lips wrapped around yours and tongue taking domination and tasting, scoping your mouth.
"a... a D..."
hiromi higuruma
you've been studying with your law school buddy the last few hours in the empty library, feeling exhausted and drained by the infuriating amount of reading you've been assigned. it's all fair game for the test on wednesday, and you're not even halfway in and it's midnight. hiromi looks up at you with his brow lifted, shaking his head slowly as an indication for you not to give up.
"let's divide it up and make notes on our parts. then we can put it together and work from there." he says, his voice reassuring. he offers you a small smile, and you fight the urge to just grab at him. hiromi's been your anchor since you started law school; always checking up on you, bringing you breakfast and your morning drink, walking you to lectures and carrying your things. his presence is so calming, and he's just so tall ad handsome... you'd be crazy to not catch feelings at some point.
and now you're pent up from studying so long, and what would be better than having a little fun to unwind? it'd be so fun to try and guess how big your study buddy is. just for a quick second, then you can go back to keeping a respectful, platonic distance. it wouldn't be any different morally than the time you asked him to bring you a towel when you were showering in his apartment, and he'd peeked at your soapy, wet body through his fingers. you caught him, but never said anything.
because now you can get your revenge.
you make a show of dropping your pen out of your hand and cursing. he immediately looks up at you, making a move to grab it for you, but you shake your head. "its okay, hiro. i got it." you get down on your hands and knees under the table and forget all about the pen for the time being, focusing on staring at how his bulge is aligned in his pants. he's sitting pretty straight, so it only slightly more difficult to see compared to if he were standing.
you don't realize that you're down there a while, as he asks, "you okay down there?"
you huff, not wanting to be interrupted with your time with his dick, but somehow, he knows what you're doing, he's so perceptive, and nudges your ass forward with his foot. you end up tipping forward, face first into his bulge. he huffs and looks down at you slightly. "what're you looking at that for?" he asks softly, his voice coming out amused.
you babble random apologies and try to come up with a shitty explanation, but he beats you to it and takes some of your hair into his hand. "do you just wanna look or do more?"
you practically gasp out the latter, and he grins and slowly unzips his pants, tugging his cock free out of the confines of his trousers. your first impression of it is that it's fat and heavy. when you scoop it up in your hand, it's weighty in your palm, and when you place your thumb in the slit and rub back and forth, he gasps and leaks a bit of pearly fluid onto your fingers.
the little hungry kitten licks and squeezes you give his cock are enough to have him hardening quickly, and as his length and firmness increases, you get more eager with your motions and start licking from base to tip, taking the head of his cock into your warm, wet mouth and stroking the bottom half that you can't fit down your throat. he's much too big anyway. you were sure he'd be in the 'b' range, but with how much his cock has swollen up and grown in your mouth and hands, well.
his dick is in a league of its own.
toji fushiguro
you've been nagging toji to pay his share of the rent all day, and he keeps brushing you off and telling you he'll get it when he can. but he's already used that line on you enough times for you to know its bullshit.
as you're following him and grabbing onto his arm, trying to get him to listen to you, but as you're jostling around with him, he accidentally ends up brushing his thick cock against your hip. immediately, you're caught off guard how big it felt. long, heavy between his legs.
you whip around, trying to figure out if what you felt really was real and not a figment of your imagination, and you use your knowledge about reading prints to try and discern his size through his pants.
your eyes zero in on his crotch, and you use your quick analysis to see the flat, long shape, no bulge along the seam, indicating that he's got the biggest size possible. your face warms and you look up at him in disbelief. he's just holding you in place, staring at your facial expression as you realize how big he is. "see somethin' y'like?" he asks gruffly, glad he's distracted you from bills.
you swallow thickly, looking up at him with hooded eyes while he backs you into the counter, towering over you and caging you in place with his arms on either side of you. "or did you feel it?"
you mumble his name in warning, your voice coming out pitifully needy and soft, and he laughs softly, tipping your chin up so you can't break eye contact. "would you let me off one more time if i give it t'ya?" he grins, swiping his rough thumb over your soft lower lip, the motion doing numbers on your brain.
you can worry about bills later, for sure. right now you wanna feel him inside you.
you let him pull your flimsy shorts and panties to the side, whining when he comments about how wet you are already. "have you been walkin' around after me all this time with your pussy this messy?" he mocks you, taking out his dick and placing it against your puffy folds. it's so heavy and thick, and when he slaps the tip a few times against your clit, pre-cum splurts out and adds to the mess dripping down your thighs.
you nod dumbly, looking up at him so you don't have to see him splitting you open on his dick as he slowly pushes forwards. he groans softly at your expression, and the two of you look at each other as it goes in. he can't help but slip a thumb in your mouth as he does, thinking you look so pretty with your mouth and pussy stuffed with him at the same time.
ꮼ pornstar!choso is a very loyal man ( unsurprisingly )
ᦸ pornstar!choso as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by @torucider ⸝⸝ not proofread
pornstar!choso doesn't care whatsoever that he could 'feasibly' fuck any porn star he wanted to & get away with 'sanctioned cheating,' as some of his co-stars so disgustingly put it.
He'd rejected multiple girls, coworker or not—going out of his way to talk to HR about feeling uncomfortable ever doing a professional shoot with those who expressed sexual or romantic interest in him—before & after you two got together, making it very clear he is happily in a relationship.
pornstar!choso doesn't say it makes him uncomfortable if you watch one of his films, but it's kind of obvious he doesn't enjoy the thought of you seeing him working like that, with his awkward jokes about how he does a much better job with his actual girlfriend than just some actress.
Which is true; when he's with you, there's no script, no pretending; he can just be in the moment, feel completely comfortable with being vocal & free of a dozen crew telling him how to 'screw better.'
pornstar!choso hates it whenever someone questions either of you about how you could feel comfortable being his girlfriend. Even more so when it comes from others at his agency—he knew it would happen, but the fact that his girlfriend has to be put on the spot on how she could ever like someone like him is a gut punch.
But he's always grateful when you answer without hesitation that a boyfriend's job doesn't affect a relationship—a relationship should be built on how two people treat & care for each other.
pornstar!choso can only imagine how it must feel knowing he'd been inside another woman mere hours ago, so every time he gets home, he makes it very clear he only has room for you in his heart.
He's still affectionate & attentive, no matter how tired work made him. If it's cooking you dinner, showering with you, just listening to you talk about your day while you both get unready from the day, or just sitting together.
pornstar!choso is extremely private & open about your relationship in interviews—he'll gush about how loving the relationship is & how very happy he is with you but never goes into any explicit detail about anything.
The most anyone's ever got out of him is how he met you & that it felt like 'time stopped' the moment your eyes met.
pornstar!choso took things pretty slow in your relationship. Opting to make sure you were both clear about what you wanted, where the relationship could go & if you were even a good match before it got serious.
It's a good thing he did, because it ended up making the relationship very healthy & strong from the get-go. Honesty & communication are very big roles in the relationship, making it a safe space without judgment.
pornstar!choso is, without a single doubt, amazing in bed—he's a porn star, for fuck's sake. He knows how to fuck & takes his sweet time learning every little thing that makes you tick.
He has a mental note of the perfect way to go down on you to give you the best pleasure, your favorite positions, your favorite noises he makes, and how to elicit his favorite noises—there's a reason he's such a big porn star, & he's making sure you know exactly why each night.
it may be silly to some but yes i absolutely see that Fictional Guy in my everyday, i see him at the other side of the table in a coffee shop, i see him in a particular colour in passing, i see him in a hobby i know he enjoys, i see him in a specific fruit or movie or food. silly to some but not to me, to me its all about finding that little piece of love in everything, even if its in the shape of him 🌸
I, aromantic, follow this very devoted self shipper I like the art of on Twitter. I have only now realised that my profile picture is the character they self ship with … on top of an aromantic flag.
I can’t help but envision appearing in their notifications constantly like this and laughing
