#cho

“god, spread it… yeah, spread it like that. let me see herrr.” he’s reaching for your hand to pull it over your right cheek. you can feel his gaze—hot and shameless, roving over the entirety of your perspiring body. that poor, exposed pussy just weeping. “myyyy, look at that wet little cunt… so pretty and perfect and all for me.”

and you could beg him to shut up, tell him that his mouth is too filthy or that he’s embarrassing you, but the way your pretty little hole tightens in response to his vulgarity does little to back your claims. in fact, part of you can’t help but to crane your head, peering behind yourself to observe the way he wholly swallows you with those dark, perilous eyes.

with both of your hands splayed over the fat of your ass, you obediently spread yourself open for him like the good girl he knows you are. and it’s not like he doesn’t already have you pushed into the nastiest little arch. your warm cheek flat against the pillow, desperate hips canting in the air while the head of his drooling cock kisses your sweet, fluttering entrance with annoying little slaps.

plap!

your body shudders almost violently, a gasp tearing from your stupidly gaped mouth as he spits into your cunt once. brazenly, the head of his cock is smearing his saliva allll over your ass and pussy, mindlessly gliding between the valley of your plush cheeks before sliding between the sticky slit of your swollen lips.

“keep that pretty pussy nice ‘n spread for me. don’t you fucking move.” he grits while carefully easing himself back inside of your slick, welcoming cunt, groaning something nasty below his breath. “juuust like that… don’t you dare move.”

as he bottoms out, feeding you every last inch of his thick, twitching cock, a droning mewl of pleasure is spilling past your lips. the sound of your pretty cries forces a deep growl from the depths of his chest as he fucks into you slooowly, watching how hungrily your cunt sucks him in with each ensuing thrust.

choso’s large hands are greedily accompanying yours as they rest over the fat of your ass, rudely spreading you further apart. his grasp only tautens as he begins to pull you toward him, meeting his aching thrusts halfway. your mouth gapes, breaths bated as the head of his cock prods against your cervix.

“fuuuck… you’re d-deep.” it’s mumbled into the pillow you drool against, brows furrowing messily as you subconsciously move forward, running away.

choso is pulling you right back with a firm grip on your hips, a disapproving grunt following. “i said don’t fucking move.”

“Soo deep cho-“ Your legs hanging on your boyfriends shoulders as he pummels you. He was absolutely feral, you had been at it for hours now. It was your own fault, teasing him throughout the day with revealing outfits and bratty behaviour. You just loved seeing him so riled up, it was a side of him that had your weak at the knees. Just like this moment.

“Shut up baby, you fucking asked for this.” The man towering over you had no mercy for you, this is what you were begging him for like a slut, so he was going to give it to you. He was towering over you like some kind of god. He had you at the edge of the bed, legs up while he stood there fucking you, hard.

“Don’t start crying now sweetheart, you were the one begging for my cock.” His condescending tone echoed out ever the sounds of your impossibly wet pussy. His whole lower torso covered in your juices. His fingers gliding over your slick folds in tandem with his thrusts. Hot streaks ran their way down your face as your gripped the sheets tightly, your knuckles white. You wished so badly to be bale to grip onto him, but you didn’t dare beg, knowing he would just laugh at your whining. “Listen sweetheart, can you hear how slutty your little cunt is being for me -shit.” he strains a laugh, slipping for a moment when you clench around him “practically s-sucking me back in”

You whimpered pathetically from under him. You couldn’t look away, he looked fucking amazing over you like this. His toned abs glistening in sweat, his biceps flexing as the gripped onto your legs. His face, so dominant and merciless. You were trying hard to concentrate, to stop your incoherent babble, but you were too far gone. Brain mushy and cockdrunk.

“what was it you said earlier sweets?” One of his hands releasing your leg, pressing down on your tummy, right where he was bulging inside you. “You wanted every inch?”

He knew that would fucking get you, he was cruel like that. You sobbed out, you hadn’t felt anything like this before. It was delicious, the pressure ensuring he was hitting that one part inside of you that had you screaming. You squirmed on the bed, hips bucking due to the pleasure. He was chuckling darkly above you, enjoying the state you had gotten into. The pleasure almost too much for you, too good. You tried to shuffle up the bed slightly, so he wouldn’t be hitting it so good, so he would be so fucking deep. It was like you could feel him in your throat.

Your struggles in vain as he drags you back down, slamming on his cock. Pressing harder now on that spot. “Oh no sweetheart, don’t run, just take it.” he smirking at you devilishly now.

Munch!choso… who’s obsessed with being between your plush thighs

He loves hearing your moans, and feeling the way you pull on his hair when it gets to much. He loves looking up and seeing your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth open into a silent scream when you cum all over his face.

But he’s been getting greedy.

Constantly dragging your hips impossibly closer towards his mouth, and gripping on your thighs like his life depends on it. He wants more. To be closer to really feel you. To feel used.

But he can’t even feel you right now because your visiting your parents for the weekend. And that damn near breaks his heart.

He wants to hear your moans voice so badly. And to see you agian and it’s only been one day.

So that’s how he finds himself fisting his cock while desperate moans fall from his lips.

He dosent typically look at porn- but he’s been curious about some things. Some things involving you.

Gojo once mentioned face sitting to Choso when they were talking about their favorite position with their friends, and he’s been intrested about it ever since.

He opens his phone and slows his hand that’s moving on his cock, while looking through some videos. He clicks on one of them and his eyes shoot open.

A girl - who is clearly over exaggerating her moans- Is putting her weight onto the man below her. Shes grabbing his hair and moving her hips in a rushed motion.

He quickly closes the tab, not interested in them - but he is intrested in what they were doing.

It looked fun. It looked like it felt fucking good.

There was nothing in this world Choso wanted more than to feel you sit on his face, and use him like he’s a toy beneath you.

The thought makes his hand speed back up while moving his thumb over his tip every so often.

Him thinking about your thighs squeezing against his head, makes him so fucking close.

The thought of him not being able to do anything but just take it, just take you using him untill you cum.

“Fuckkk please- please I need it” he slurs through broken whimpers.

He just wants to feel you around him, all of him, while he can hardly breathe anything but you.

you you you you you is all that’s going through his mind as he gets closer and closer and..

“Ohmygod I’m gonna cum-“

Then he hears a ring. And he sees your beautiful face pop up on his screen.

He quickly anwsers with a pathetic “hello”

“Hey choso! What are you doing?” You ask with excitement laced in your voice.

“I need you so bad” he whimpers out. “I’m sorry- I tried to be good and wait for you but I can’t.”

“Choso are you touching yourself??”

Silence.

“I asked a question” you say, voice turning stern “baby it’s only been a day”

“I want to try something new called “face sitting” it’s this really cool thing-“

“I know what that is choso. And why haven’t you asked sooner??” You questions

“I don’t know , I just wanted to know more about it before telling you.” His hand slowly starts moving agian, his cock extra sensitive from being edged so abruptly.

“We can try it when I get home okay? Now put your dick away and get some rest, it’s getting late.”

You hear a pout on the phone before some shuffling , then you hear choso pick the phone back up.

“Okay- it’s done.”

“Good, I’ll see you later a I love you”

“Love you too” he says before hanging up.

You don’t know what you’ve got yourself into when you agreed to what he asked, but he knows. He knows you’ll be on his face for hours with his rams locked around your thighs untill he gets his fill.

that was the day your vagina declared war .

A Bunch of My Work on Riven (2024) Alongside Comparable Riven (1997) Fanart from My Childhood

Model/materials for Gehn's costume | My middle/high school art of Gehn

Model/materials for Cho's costume | My 9th grade art of Cho

New Marvelous Designer pattern/drape for Atrus' costume | Various high school drawings of Atrus (including chibi Atrus, what a moment in time)

Concepts for Catherine's hair styling in Riven | 9th grade art of Catherine for my "Myst: The Animated Series" website on Geocities

Costume concepts for Aitrus & Ti'ana's imager recordings | Early college art of young Aitrus & Ti'ana

My model for the Gate Room beetle viewers | My own childhood Age concepts where I just inserted myself as the megalomaniacal false god figure instead of Gehn

Concept/model for the Moiety's shrine to Catherine in Tay and modular designs for Rivenese grave markers | Some of my college concepts for traditional Rivenese masks

Models for the chalkboards in the Jungle Island schoolroom to teach local Rivenese children the D'ni language | My own D'ni language notes from when I was a kid

And I'll have to do a WHOLE thread about the complexities of making all the journals for Riven, but for now:

My hand-lettered pages for the journals in Riven | My own childhood Myst journal