#choso treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

“You’ve never had sex before, have you?” you spit the question out before you can help it. Choso’s eyes go wide at that, his eyebrow twitching ever so slightly, before he tries to quickly school his expression to one of indifference. you don’t believe him for a moment though, especially with the way his hands start to tap at the bedsheets beneath him.

“What makes you say that?” he asks you, his voice rough and low. this close, you can see the uncertainty laying there. his hair is still in his signature buns, his fringe covers dark plum eyes that can’t find a single place on your face to settle. they dart from your own gaze to your lips, to your chin where your lipgloss has smeared from kissing him. he squeezes your waist tightly before he places his hands back against the bed, seemingly unsure of what he should do with himself.

“Your mannerisms,” you mutter, head tilted to the side as you start running your finger down the column of his neck. “How unsteady and unsure you are about everything; my body, where your hands should go, how long you should suck on my tongue when you kiss me. You’re so in your head, I figured you’re either nervous because it’s me or because you’ve never done this before.”

“Both.” He answers in a rush of breath, palms finding your waist once more, his eyes a little wider than usual. “My father never taught me anything about sex, and I was too busy taking care of my brothers to really think about it. So this is all,” his voice slowly disappears with every inch of skin you reveal to him, a sly smirk spreading across your face.

“New?” You finish for him, shirt suddenly tossed across the room. He nods with a thick swallow, an obvious struggle to keep looking at your face, scared that he might objectify you and make you uncomfortable, but his look does everything but. “Do you want to fuck me, Choso?”

he groans so loud, you fear he’s cum in his pants already. it sure does feel like it, with how his cock twitches, thick where you rest on top of his pelvis, a wet spot suddenly growing between your legs. you can’t help but rock your hips ever so gently against him, grinning when his eyes fly shut and squeeze, his hands gripping you so tightly that you can’t tell whether or not he wants to stop you or encourage you.

“Do you?” you ask him again when he doesn’t answer, his lip bitten tightly between his teeth. “Do you wanna know what it feels like to be inside me? Feel me cum on your cock? Don’t you wanna fill me up with your cum?”

he seizes you before you can register his speed, his hands quick and fast and tight and pulling everything he can. you can’t help but laugh against his mouth and let him mold himself to your body in every way that he sees fit.

#the only thing I very much so dislike about writing new characters #is having to make a masterlist ☹️ #I lob him tho so much #I want to be so cruel to him in a nice way bc he deserves it #I also have some other ideas I’m writing rn that I might upload tonight!!! #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #choso treats! 🍬

[nyxronomicon]

Trick or treat!🦇🎃🍬 What are your monster thoughts on Choso?

Ooh I have a lot of them!!

Firstly I really liked thinking about him as a water nymph, I think it suits his personality. It makes me want to put him in a Cthulhu-esque tentacle monster... Like idk maybe it's just the tentacle kink but I can totally see him in a goth little pirate outfit growing tentacles out of his back you know??

Also not to werewolf all my blorbos but god he would make such an adorable werewolf... He'd be so cuddly and affectionate and protective! And then when he goes into heat... 🥵🥵 Omg he's wagging his tail when you get home...... So cute omg I'm gonna cry

Send me an ask with trick or treat & your blorbo and I'll turn them into a monster 🖤

#yes i am picturing him styled like ofmd Blackbeard's crew with the leathers #no it is not some kink of mine or something <- it is #the way none of you are gonna be surprised about the werewolf lol #i just need more goth Choso. it's never enough #nyx's trick or treat #nyx thoughts

[crybaby-bkg]

tw: blood/menstruation, not-really-period sex, humping

“What’s wrong?” Choso asks the moment he steps through the door. he finds you in your shared bed, your eyes clamped shut, curled into a fetal position. he spots the cord to the heating pad sneaking under the blanket he brought for you on your third date.

"My period." you groan, another wave of cramps coming in entirely too strong. you squeeze your eyes shut once more, hoping that the pain will fade quicker than when it came. when you open your eyes again, Choso is already sliding into bed beside you, kneeling, hovering over you as he smooths his hand down your hair.

"What can I do to help you?" he asks, his voice serious, eyes dead set on your stomach as if he could reach through your skin and fix everything with his bare hands. the thought makes you smile weakly, your eyes fluttering shut as you hum.

"Nothing really," you mumble, untucking your hand from under the blanket to reach out to him. he holds your palm in his own cold grip, squeezing your too warm hand with enough care that it makes you blink up at him. he has this look on his face, like he's thinking, like he knows you might say no to him.

"Spit it out, Cho," you tell him, using your other hand to press the heating pad even closer, your hand squeezing his when another cramp makes your stomach knot up. he twists his mouth this way and that, before his lip pouts unintentionally, makes you want to squeeze his face between your palms.

"I've read online that orgasming is good for alleviating period cramps." he says bluntly, eyes studying your face for any signs of uncomfortableness. but you only frown, pondering why the hell he was looking up that stuff anyway when you've never shared much about this whole thing with him.

"I dunno, Cho," you admit, biting at your bottom lip in thought. "Don't wanna gross you out."

"Nothing about you could ever gross me out," he counters before you can say anything else, his eyebrows furrowing at you. "Especially if it's to help ease the pain. Let me help you."

and you do; let him untuck you from your blanket burrito, rearrange the heating pad so that he can shuck your ratty pajama pants down, the comfortable ones, let him pull you until you're closer to him, until his knee is slotted between your own thighs.

"We can go at your pace, okay?" he says, his deep voice grating in his throat, makes a shiver run through your spine. you can only nod at him, too fatigued from the blood loss to argue. just wrap your arms around his neck, shuffle closer until his knee is placed firmly on your cunt, your nose sliding against his as he looks at you, trying to gauge your comfortability.

you roll your hips first, a little noise escaping you at the barely there friction, before Choso grabs your hips to force you down a little harder. he stares at you the whole time, with this lovesick little look in his eyes, adoring. he's not even getting any pleasure, you don't think, but the way his mouth drops every time your clit grazes his knee, you think just watching you, feeling you, seeing you, is enough to do him in.

you wrap your leg around his own until you're scissored against him, humping at the hardened muscle of his thigh until you're too focused on coming than the pain that tries to wash over you. your hands tangle in his hair until the strands fall free, your mouth hovering over his, breathing hotly against him with every jut of your hips against his pale skin.

when you cum, it feels like a release you've been holding inside for far too long, a bursting dam, your eyes clenched shut as you whimper against his gaping lips. you try to catch your breath, pulling back to thank him, when you notice a little stain on his bare thigh, your chest instantly tightening.

"Oh fuck, Cho, I'm so fuckin' sorry," you panic, trying to pull away from him, get a wet cloth, do something. but Choso only holds you close to him with a hand around your waist, pulling you back until your nose bumps his once more.

"It's nothing to apologize for, love." he says, sweet, his actions somewhat sweeter when he reveals his finger that he's swiped through the blood on his thigh. your eyes widen in confusion, but before you can stop him, he pops the single digit into his mouth.

you groan, covering your eyes with your hands, despite his laughing. you dodge his kisses, pulling away from him as much as you can, despite his strength that keeps you anchored to him.

"God, you're such a gross freak, Cho." you chuckle, hand against his cheek that he keeps trying to kiss.

"Nothing about my love for you is gross." he grumbles, dodging your hand to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"But it is freaky?"

"Maybe just a little."

#tw: blood #tw: periods #tw: menstruation #can u tell I wrote this while on my period #I actually wrote it Friday night and was gonna upload it sat morning but I was like #omg no it’s bkg’s bday posting anybody else is cheating #and then I forgor 🧍🏽‍♀️ #but I want him #carnally in fact ☝🏼 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #choso treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠

Virgin choso

Period sex

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

#—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #choso treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

method actor boyfriend yuuta who gets a little too invested in his upcoming movie role. he’s playing some psycho character; someone calculated and manipulative; cunning; a stalker; eventually a killer. he’s always been a good actor, but sometimes he has to delve deep in order to portray a role to the best of his abilities.

you start to notice a difference in him after a while, though. he tells you he has to leave you for a few hours at a time, only for you to catch sight of his gaze lingering in the bushes outside of your home. or do you? you’re never really sure, always catching glimpses and glances that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. but you’re never really sure if you see him, his low stare, his tightly pulled mouth, the weapon his character uses slung over his shoulder.

he starts speaking to you differently, too. his vocabulary starts to be riddled with love and devotion and adoration, every chance he gets. he holds you close to him, too close, too tight, rests his face against your hairline, whispers against your skin, “don’t leave me—don’t ever leave me—I love you—you love me, don’t you?—don’t you?—you love me, right?”

sex with him isn’t really the same, either. he doesn’t even call it that anymore, calls it making love, and it wouldn’t be as unsettling if he didn’t look at you like that every time. like you hung the moon and the stars with your bare hands, like you breathed life into his very being, like you broke off a piece of your rib to place it so delicately inside his sternum.

his eyes get so rounded, so wide, seeing every inch of you, even the pieces hidden under the covers. his hands are so soft but they grip you so tightly, as if he’s scared that you might slip away if he blinks too long. his mouth constantly connected to your skin, whispering praises, his love for you, how you’re meant for him, how he can’t wait to be one.

he’s already inside of you, though. how else could he connect his body to yours? you know he’s playing a killer, someone willing to cut and scrape and bruise and maim the one he loves most. but he knows that it’s just a movie, right? that you’re not the star, that you’re his real partner, that he’s not actually like that? right?

#first posting of him ever and it’s on New Year’s Day 😝 #but that means I have to make a masterlist for him tho 😔 #I love writing this kind of stuff tho #creepy and unsettling without ever being full on horror #bc I’m too scared of my own imagination LOL #I have to watch the new season too bc I also wanna write for choso #he is. so pretty. but I don’t know him well enough yet :( #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #yuuta treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

you know its wrong. he knows its wrong. but its something about the wrongness of it all, the sneaking around, the secrets, the pleasure, that makes it all so worth it.

"Nurse, would you mind staying late again today? I'm going to need your help with pushing these records through to Kyoto." Doctor Getou informs you, as he peeks his head into the break room. you perk up instantly, already knowing the insinuation of his message that the other nurses clearly don't get.

"Of course, Doctor." you nod to him, meek, as if you were nervous to stay late around the very prestigious, very professional and non-rule breaking doctor. if only.

when he walks away, the nurses start to gossip, elbowing you in your side, telling you how lucky you are to be able to stare at him a little longer. that if they were in your shoes, they would do more than push records with him. that you should take the opportunity to at least let him kiss you, with tongue.

if only they knew that it was so much more than that.

"I think you like this," Getou says against your mouth, panting, his own smiling. but you can't seem to form enough thought to close your own, too focused on not sliding off of his desk that he's got you on right now. he fucks you on it hard enough that papers go flying, that his computer mouse is knocked on the floor, that the desk has scraped up the linoleum from the exertion.

"Ask me, nurse; what do I like?" Dr. Getou grabs your face in his hands when he realizes that you're too fucked out to really hear him. that's what two orgasms back to back will do to a person, especially without reprieve. he smacks your cheeks a few times, calling your name sweetly when it still doesn't bring you back down to earth.

"What," you swallow down the spit accumulated on your tongue. "What do I like, Dr. Getou?" he groans at the title, something you've discovered makes his cock twitch when he's inside of you. maybe its because you moan it so debauchedly in the late afternoons, and turn around in the morning and say it so sweetly in front of your coworkers, in front of your patients, in front of Dr. Gojo who still thinks he might have a chance with you.

"You like the secrecy of it all," he smiles, looking so composed save for the flush on his cheeks and the strand of hair that's fallen from his bun from fucking you against the wall earlier. "You like knowing something so painstakingly obvious, yet no one can even guess what goes on between us. You like looking so innocent and meek, even though your hole swallows me up, greedy, every time I call for you."

he sounds so cocky, so sure of himself, like you're some pet that comes crawling every time he places his palm out in front of you. you try to frown at him, to pout, but he fucks the expression right off until it melts into one of pure bliss.

"That's not true," you still try to fight back, despite the way your thighs wrap around his hips when he fakes like he's going to pull out. he fixes you with a knowing look, but doesn't stop, grabbing your chest in his hand, the other toying with your swollen clit.

"Don't try to deny it, sweetheart. This tells me everything I need to know." he says with another flick of your clit, cocky, grinning all the while. and even though you try to deny it again, Dr. Getou works your body the way he knows will bring you into a puddle of nothingness in only a matter of seconds. after all, the doctor always knows best.

#eats him and eats him and eats him and #at first I was gonna do patient reader and medical malpractice but I realized #that I’ve already done that with Toji LOL #so now we have nurse x dr which I love just as much #I have two other wips for Toji n choso and I’m tryna figure out when I wanna post them??? #maybe one midday tomorrow and the other Tuesday ish #idk I go through these bouts of not writing and then writing a lot and I’m like #should I sustain my writing and hold it off for when I don’t/cant write LOL #idk I might just post them both tomorrow #rambling sorry #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #getou treats! 🍬