#choo

[jinbrook]

It's a Chew Day apparently

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[cosmonautroger]

Choo

[mmkin]

i need all the kissu

next part of my Get You Some Arlong Pirates/Sirens of the sea collection is now up... the tale of Chew and his lovely mermaid continues. Chapter also included under the cut.

Content Warning - none that have not been used previously for this collection. mentions of slavery and PTSD. Some smut but all consensual.

VI – Give Me All the Kissu 2

o0o0o0o

You know that there are women in the village who will be happy to help take care of you as you recover from the branding, but to your surprise, Chew asks if he can attend to you. Even though you’re lovers, you have to admit that it’s surprising that one of the leaders of the Arlong Pirates would take his time to tend to you. He’s even had you moved into his apartment – and bed – and you’re happy to enjoy his hospitality.

You spend most of the first couple of days resting, taking drugs for the pain, floating in a medicinal haze. Out of the races in the world, the merfolk may be better than all else when it comes to speed in the water, but it's the fishmen that have the strength. However, Chew is gentle with you, his hands surprisingly skilled at changing the bandages and cleaning or applying salve to your new mark. There is no infection this time, but the pain is still considerable, and it is a couple of days before you're comfortable with anything more than the small, controlled movements because it seems like every time you move an arm or leg, or twist around, it pulls at the fresh wound from some angle due to its size.

He shares the bed with you, but none of his touches are sexual, and you have to admit you admire his self-control. He has a gorgeous mermaid in his bed, one he has an established relationship with, but he’s been a perfect gentleman while you convalesce.

“I might offer to use my mouth to help you feel better, but you would be twisting around too much and that’s not good for your back,” he teases as he sits there at the end of the bed, running his fingers along the back of your legs. You look over your shoulder at him and blow a raspberry.

“Thank you for taking care of me, though. I’m a little surprised Arlong would just give you the time off for that,” you comment.

“He’s not going to deny the request of a longtime friend,” Chew explains. “And you’re an excellent source of income for Arlong,” he adds dryly. “Our great Captain is not going to mismanage his resources.”

You blush at that. You enjoy being a pirate, to be sure. You provided millions of Berries for the pirates who’d captured you, and more millions for your former owner. You did not see one Berry of any of that money. Arlong is tightfisted, but not lacking business sense, and you get your cut every time. The way you see it, it’s a win-win situation for you and Arlong. And now you have a cute fishman who’s essentially become your nurse, making sure you’re eating and taking your medicine. (And there’s that mouth he mentioned earlier...maybe he’s not using it right now, but plenty of time for that later!)

After a few more days, Chew asks you if you want to see your back. The thought makes you excited but anxious. With a wall-mounted mirror and your hand mirror, you look at your back for the first time in years. The wound is still healing, but there's no more need for bandages or salve, and the red sun stands out against your skin, with slight redness of the skin around the scabbing at the edges. You stare at it for several moments, processing it. The design is not yours, but you still chose to receive the mark that Fisher Tiger had designed so many years ago for himself and fellow escaped slaves.

You’re not sad or in pain, but tears still come to your eyes.

“Are you giving me more tears to kiss away, chu?” he asks gently. You let out a small laugh to show him that you’re happy, but allow him to pull you into his arms, nuzzling and kissing your cheeks. As he does, you angle your mirror, seeing his arms now wrapped around your back, strong muscles flexing under light blue skin.

“What are you doing?” he asks when he sees what you’re up to.

“Well, I wanted to see how I looked with a sexy fishman wrapped around me.”

He smirks at that and kisses away the rest of your tears before his lips move along your neck and back. He trails his lips around your mark, skirting the tender flesh before he moves to your front, kissing his way down from your breasts. You know he’s been patiently waiting to use his mouth that way, so you relax in his arms, opening up to him.

o0o0o0o

Shallow as it may sound, one of the things that appeals to you about Chew is how attractive he is. Some people might find that hypocritical, using someone else as eye candy after you’ve been that to a Celestial Dragon for years.

But there’s a significant difference. That bastard put you on display not just for himself, but for his friends, peers, and subordinates, for various reasons – lust, power, elitism, pride, avarice.

You certainly do feel lust when you look upon Chew. Maybe a bit of pride too, because you have a handsome fishman who enjoys laving attention upon you, and what girl wouldn’t feel proud about that? But Chew is your eye candy, and you're not sharing him with anyone else. When Chew is on display, it's for your eyes only, and it's something he does of his own volition, obeying your commands when you ask him to strip or touch himself in front of you.

His fingers trail along his throbbing length, and you ache deliciously as you imagine – and remember – him burying that thick length in you. His fingers trail along his privates before circling his lower belly and inner thighs. You ponder your options. Do you have him masturbate for you, bringing himself to completion while you watch? Do you go down on him, doing that delightful humming trick you do when he's fucking your mouth? Or do you climb on top of him, bringing satisfaction to you both?

The webbing between his fingers stretches around the sides of his erection as he starts to pump himself slowly, watching your reaction. You slide off your shirt and bra, and his eyes gleam in delight as he admires your naked upper half, pumping himself a little faster. The rest of your clothing comes off, and his blush deepens as you sit at his side near his shoulder, leaning down to give him a kiss, his lips capturing yours as you slide your tongue into his mouth.

“Chew…” you sigh as you pull away from him, cupping his face as you look at him. He puckers his lips at you, and you smile before you go in for another kiss. You love the feel of his lips, and he knows it. His hand slides from his cock to pull you close, wrapping his arms around you as he places kisses along your face and neck.

“What is it you want?” he asks. You ponder the options from earlier, and still can’t decide.

“I just want you,” comes your reply. So he makes the choice for you, rolling on top of you and spearing you, giving relief to the aching cock that had been teased so much previously.

o0o0o0o

You'd given bondage a hard no. You'd heard of it, but as a former slave who'd spent enough time in restraints, the idea of being in them again, even of your volition, makes you want to run for the hills. As for tying someone else up, again, that was conflated with negative experiences.

The only time you took pleasure in restraints was when you were tying up humans who had blundered into Arlong’s territory whether by accident or design. But there was no pleasure in the idea of tying up Chew. And why was that even necessary when Chew would accept your commands? It was hard to imagine anyone actually enjoying it, but you know that your life as a slave has irrevocably affected your perspective on the world and many things in it.

So the idea of being blindfolded does make you nervous, even though Chew did not mention any other restraints.

“Why?” you ask. He smiles at you.

“I know you like looking at me. And I certainly don’t mind that. But I want to try something different. I want your attention focused on other aspects of me.” He holds up the sash that he had been toying with. “I want you to have all your senses centered on my touch and voice.”

You glance from him to the sash for a moment. It is an innocent-looking thing, made of dark and fine silk that can be tucked around your throat or tied around your waist. After a moment, you swallow and nod. He is gentle as he ties it around your head, asking if you’re comfortable as he makes sure it covers your eyes completely.

You rest your head on the pillow, wondering what is to come next. Your palms rest on the bed, fingers curling against the blanket as you hear his breathing. You open your eyes, registering a faint haze of light through the fabric but nothing else, so you close them, trying to not squirm too much.

“You look so delicious, being there on your back, open and waiting for me,” you hear him purr near your left ear. You start paying more attention to the way the mat and blankets shift under his weight when he moves.

“You can see me, but I can’t see you,” you reply with a small pout. He chuckles softly.

“Then you can blindfold me next time, how’s that?” he purrs.

“Fair is fair,” you concede, trying to bite back your impatience as you wait for his next move. He keeps you on edge with strokes of his fingertips, gentle swipes of his lips or tongue, and lingering caresses along the curves and planes of your body. He’ll go for something seemingly innocuous like your ankle, and then switch to heated breaths against your inner thigh. A finger dragging along your arm will be followed by a pinch to your nipple. You learn to have a sense of what he might do next depending on where he is positioned, and how you feel him lean or move. Every touch only leaves you wanting more, and you squirm around in obvious need as you feel his tongue circle your navel before he kisses downward to your waiting need.

You also notice that you’re more sensitive to smell, or perhaps you’re just paying more attention without the stimulus of sight. There is the ever-present smell of the sea, along with wood and leather, and the faint scent of sweat and soap on the sheets. And when he moves close enough, you smell Chew, a pleasant masculine aroma tinged with seawater.

“Chew,” you plead. You can’t see him but you are certain he is hard.

“You want this?" You feel him lean over your leg, and you feel something brush against your lap. For a moment you think it's his finger, but nope. The moment of slickness you feel is him smearing his precum on your skin as he drags the tip of his penis against you.

You feel that cock brush against your hip, him sliding the tip back and forth several times to tease you, smearing more of his essence onto your skin. He shifts around, moving up the bed, and he touches your breasts, slapping them with his tumescent organ. It’s not hard to envision him doing so. You wonder if he will bring it to your mouth, but he moves back down, positioning himself between your legs and teasing you by running his cock along your slit, up and down in a casual rhythm. He rubs the head of his cock around your opening as you try to not squirm too much.

Cheeky bastard. You’re tempted to just pounce on him. You wiggle your hips at him, lifting them in offering.

“Oh, is this all for me?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“You’ve proved your point, you’re sexy even if I can’t look at you, now please stop teasing me, can’t you see how I ache for you?” you demand breathily. “And I can feel how you ache for me…” He drags the head of his penis along your pelvic area, the sides of his cock rubbing against your thighs as he spreads more slick along the skin between your thigh and opening.

He prods your clit with his organ, and you let out a needy whine. You lift your legs, rubbing his hips and sides with your lower thighs and knees. Though he does not take the blindfold off until after he cums inside of you, he mercifully moves on from the teasing, and you arch up as he fills you with himself. He wraps his arms around you, telling you that you can use your hands now, and you do, running them along parts of his body you’re able to reach.

Even though the light coming in from the windows is relatively mild, it still seems almost too bright when Chew takes the sash off your head, letting you see him as you blink a few times.

“There you are," you tease as you cup his face in your hands before you kiss him. He smiles at that before taking you into his arms, wrapping himself around you and making you feel safe.

o0o0o0o

You can’t deny that there’s something special about the bond between the two of you. You didn’t realize it at first, of course. You were so determined to not get too close to anyone, and if you were in a relationship, you’d always maintain the upper hand. But that promise you made to yourself was hard to keep around Chew. You enjoyed dominating him, yes, but you also liked it when he took charge. And that was scary. You didn’t want to let him know that he had that sort of power over you.

But from the way he spoke to you, or responded to you sometimes, you were certain he had some inkling of that. He might not be conscious of it, but he's spent enough time with you in and out of bed to know that you respond well to a firm but respectful hand. It's easy enough to follow his orders on missions because he is one of Arlong's top officers and that is the order of things on the crew. You've never had an issue with that! You're a professional, after all.

But when things get personal… and intimate…

You contemplate that as Chew approaches you as you lay there on the futon, looking handsome in his plum-colored robe. He gave you another one to wear, coincidentally your favorite color, and you recline on the pillows, allowing the front of the robe to hang open just enough to afford a generous view of the valley between your breasts.

“Are you going to let me have a peek of other spots, chu?” he asked as he slid onto the thick mat.

“I don’t know,” you say teasingly. “What’s in it for me?”

He smirks. “My cock?”

“You drive a hard bargain. Very hard,” you purr as you reach under Chew’s robe. And yes, he is indeed already hard. The feel of it in your hand sends a thrill through you. Things end up with you being on top of him. You enjoy the sight of the handsome fishman below you, looking up at you with his cheeks a rosier shade than usual, his expression full of heated desire instead of the cool mien he usually affects. His hands slide along your sides and back, occasionally grazing the edges of your sun mark. You look down at the sun on his stomach. It’s well-placed, but you wince a little as you imagine how the brand must have felt on the tender skin of his belly.

You’re a fair hand at cooking, so you make some ramen for the two of you after your session, adding several grilled slices of fish and some spiced vegetables. The two of you sit by the large window in the front area, overlooking the ocean, a bit of the wall of Arlong Park visible.

“Have you given any thought to the future?” Chew asks. You get the feeling that he is hinting at – or maybe fishing for – something.

“What do you mean? I’m not thinking of leaving the Arlong Pirates. I like it here.” Even though you were the first mermaid at Arlong Park, you still feel comfortable and safe here. Arlong made you feel welcome here and compensated you for your skills. You were free to come and go, swimming around in the ocean instead of being confined to a tank.

“That’s good to know, chu,” he says as he slurps up some of his ramen – a fun sight with these lips of his, and you smile to yourself. The amount of things you can cook is limited, but you’ve learned to hone your skills at a few basic but versatile dishes so you can make tasty dishes for Chew. It’s a way to show him your appreciation for his kindness and care, and a way for you to feel like you’re contributing something to the household and relationship. “But I meant… aside from that?”

You hesitate. There were a few times that Chew tried to approach the subject of your relationship, but you'd always found a way to change the subject. It certainly wasn't as if Chew wouldn't be a good mate. He is a respected member of the hierarchy, a longtime friend of the captain, and a good provider. You felt safe and comfortable with him.

“Do you want to be with me?” he asks. You automatically answer yes, because that’s the truth. His lips perk up in a smile before he puts down his bowl. “Then why is it when I want to talk about where things are going with us, you-”

You shake your head. “Is that necessary? We’re happy, aren’t we?”

Chew regards you with one of his cool gazes, raising an eyebrow. "Don't think that I am not happy. But this relationship started as a way to please ourselves and one another. It has grown into more, and you know it as well as I do."

You quickly look down at the table.

“What’s the matter?” Chew prods gently. “Do you want a future with me?”

You look back up at him and nod, whispering a soft but firm yes. Relief flashes across his expression, and it sobers you. He thought that you might leave him?

But then… as he pointed out, you kept avoiding this type of conversation. You look up at him with a stricken gaze.

“Chu.” He rises from his seat and takes you into his arms, wrapping you in his firm embrace as he nuzzles you, pressing his lips along the side of your face. “I can’t claim to completely understand what you’ve been through. I know that’s had its impact on you. Your nightmares, your panic attacks…”

You groan softly in mortification as you bury your head against his chest, and he tuts you gently as he strokes your hair.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You’re strong, I know that, but you don’t have to be so strong all the time. Let me take care of you and protect you.” He runs his fingers along your jaw. “It doesn’t make you any less strong, chu.”

“Only if I can take care of you, too,” you say with a shaky smile, lifting your hand to wipe away a tear. He takes hold of your hand and presses his lips to your cheeks, kissing away the tear.

“Does this mean more ramen for me?” he asks lightly. You giggle quietly at his levity, and he smiles at you. “You deserve this, and so do I.”

“Yes. Yes, we do.”

[emmartian]

The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood by the incredible Deconstructeam is out now on Nintendo Switch and PC.

I was invited to do a little collab with a piece of interactive fiction. If you come to find it, and choose to read it, let me know if you liked it <3

Big fan of the team here, so this was one of the fanciest things I've ever been asked for.

Beautiful cover by gorgeous Choo

[supersonicart]

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[almostlookedhuman]

[sarroora]

[yuthana]

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[bks-blogs]

Hangin' Out with the Alley Cats (101DS x Top Cat)

I said I wanted to draw Top Cat and his gang of colorful felines in the 101DS Universe again, and by dog I'm gonna do it! Here are some of our fellow alley cats interacting with the folks in Camden: Fancy hanging out with Hansel, Choo-choo jamming with DJ, Top Cat fist bumping with Fergus, Da Vinci painting with the Brain, that kind of thing! I think I did a better shot at drawing Brain and Chooch the second time, dontcha think? All characters are copyrighted (c) by Disney, Hanna-Barbera & Warner Bros.

[salteytakesonmanga]

Every single time I give a dishonorable mention I have to double check because… these are such EASY THINGS to translate. There’s absolutely no way anyone could get these wrong if they were actually reading the manga instead of just, I dunno, going off vibes or something.

Usopp doesn’t say “get us in trouble,” he says “are you trying to kill us too?” And Luffy doesn’t “grr,” he says, “Ah…” As in, no, he wasn’t thinking about the danger he put his crew in. That’s why he looks nervous and embarrassed, because he fucked up and Sanji and Usopp are scolding him for it.

Does it matter? As usual, not really, I guess. But also yeah it kinda does! Luffy is not a battle-crazed character who doesn’t care about his friends! He’s just a moron! Also this is the first time we’ve seen Luffy have to fight with everyone. Up til now his fights have just been him. He’s still learning how to handle having a crew to back him up when he fights. It’s a neat little detail about Luffy’s character that Oda went out of his way to include and the translators botched it.

[synth-ab]

Read "The Well" by Jake Wyatt and Choo. It's amazing

[jinbrook]

Chew Timeee felt the urge to draw out some of my hcs

Transcript;

Half Human

[He don't know that tho]

-One set of gills

-Low webbing

Bigender!

[mikec137]

Möriken, Switzerland, November 2022

[mmkin]

Get You Some Chew love!

The next part of my Get You Some Arlong Pirates is now up, starring our favorite big-lipped fishman. (snippet from story included in cut below link. Content warning - mentions of slavery and abuse. NSFW but consensual between Chew and his partner)

“I’d think you would be more excited about a mermaid dragging you off into the woods to be alone with you, hm?” you ask him flirtatiously. His lips pull into one of his trademark smirks as he looks down at you, but you see desire in his eyes despite his cool facade.

So, is that how it's going to be, you wonder. Some men like to act tough or distant so that their supplicants or petitioners will grovel or beg harder. You've seen it done to slaves and commoners alike when a Celestial Dragon decides they will not grant favors so easily.

You’re not going to let Chew do that. You will have him on his knees, begging before you decide to grant him some mercy. So you reach down, boldly grabbing his crotch and kneading it through his shorts. You feel the stiffening and twitching, and you mirror his smirk with your own as you continue to massage him, remembering the times you’d caught him watching you, his expression controlled, his eyes half-lidded as they so often were.

When he is nice and hard, you slide your hand up and under his vest, feeling his abs and the sun mark that is branded onto his stomach.

“Open your vest,” you command, not wanting to deal with the hindrance of the fabric. He quickly does as you ask, and by the moonlight filtering through the leaves above your head, you’re rewarded with quite a delectable sight. Your previous owner, and many of the men you had to perform for, were disgusting, flabby humans, soft from living useless lives. On Chew, it looks like the plushest part of him is his lips, and from what you felt between his legs, his lips are the only part of him that’s soft.

“Like what you see?” Chew asks. You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” you ask as your fingers trace along his collarbone before sliding down to a nipple, and you carefully rub it with the pad of your finger. You hear a sharp intake of breath as his nipple responds, and you pinch and roll it between your thumb and finger for several seconds, watching his expression. He’s enjoying it, but still trying to maintain a calm facade. You still have one free hand, so you use that opportunity to tease his other nipple as you press your pelvis to his upper thighs, feeling the unmistakable evidence of his arousal against your lower stomach. He arches against you, and you smile before pulling your hips back.

Your nails scrape lightly against his skin as you move your hands downward. “Open your pants.”

He is quick to obey this command as well. You reach in, pulling out his turgid member. It's longer with a slight upward curve, thicker, and with a pleasing color, more attractive than any organ you've ever seen before. "Nice," you breathe almost without thinking. Nice is quite the understatement, but it's a word that will suffice for the moment, especially as your insides warm to a degree you're certain you've never experienced before. You study it for a couple of moments, admiring the gentle color shift to purplish at the tip.

You use your hands again, stroking, running your nails along the length, some pumping, while Chew leans back against the tree, watching everything you do, his teeth delicately gritted as he maintains self-control, but there is no denying that his cheeks are more rosy than they normally are. Here and there, you’ll move your hand away from his penis so that you can tease his stomach or thighs, or his nipples.

You do not allow him to try to grab you. He is surprisingly obedient when you tell him to keep his hands at his sides, though you’ll see him flex his biceps or fingers as a way to try to maintain his patience. You rub your finger along the tip, feeling the precum that oozes from there, and rubbing the slick along the head of his throbbing need, and you hear a groan as he shifts his body weight, bringing his hips forward as he does so.

You move back, refusing him the satisfaction he so craves. You wet the tip of your thumb and fingers against him before sliding them down his length and cupping his balls.

“You’re quite ready to cum, aren’t you?” you ask in a soft voice, massaging him. Fishmen typically have their balls closer to their body, not hanging so loose like humans. But there is enough there for you to feel, and you gently press into it with your palm. He nods.

“You don't get to cum until I do," you say, lifting your skirt. You're not wearing underwear. "Put these lips of yours to good use."

And he does, sinking to his knees while you lift one foot, propping it against the tree and leaning from the same side with your arm, getting yourself comfortable. His lips feel divine as he presses them against your inner thighs, and you are unable to hold back a coo of enjoyment. You do not object when he slides his hands along your legs. He's a bit awkward at first, but you're fucking horny, and he wants you to cum, so he listens to you and feels how you buck your hips against his face. His lips and tongue moved more slowly at first as he familiarized himself with you, but in due time, his attention became aggressive, his tongue working at you with a rapid-fire that makes you think of his water missiles.

You try to make sense of what is going on down there, but every vibration pummels any rational thought you attempt to form, your clit aching deliciously as he flicks his powerful tongue against that oh-so-sensitive nub… How the fuck is that even possible?

You didn’t think any man would be capable of this, but he has your hips rolling against his face frantically, and he has his hands on your outer thighs to steady you, his fishman strength giving him an edge over you as he uses them to keep you from falling over. You have to bite back screeches and cries as the unending vibrations assault your clit before he sends you crashing into orgasm, gasping and panting as you hug his head to your body with one hand tangled in his hair. He slows his pace, but his lips and tongue draw out the pleasure at a gentler pace, leaving you panting and whimpering.

Damn. You feel his hands slide from you as he stands up, and you see he is still erect. You’d become so lost in pleasure that you had nearly forgotten why you were here.

“So, little mermaid,” he whispers. “I believe it is my turn.” There is that voice you hear when he is leading a team on a mission, issuing commands with calm efficiency. Your mind scrambles to assess the situation so you can take control of it again. Your inner thighs tremble, and you swear your clit is still buzzing.

Part of you is annoyed at how he was able to surprise you in such a pleasurable way. Even now, you ache for him, having felt how thick and hard he was. You suppose you can be petty and finish him off with a handjob or tell him to finish himself off while you watch, but when you feel the tip of his cock slide along your inner thigh, the rest of your body is firm in telling you that your clit isn’t the only part of you that needs fun.

You arch your back and press against him. He takes the cue readily enough and slides into you. Even with how slick you are, his cock is a commanding presence as it fills you, making itself known with a twitch that has you moaning. One of his hands rests on the tree, and the other wanders to your side, sliding along it and gently massaging a tit as he stands there, impaling you and forcing you on tiptoe due to his height.

“Does the lovely mermaid like my cock, chu?” he demands quietly, rolling his hips against you.

“Are all fishmen this cocky?" you ask, evading his question. He chuckles at that and rolls his hips more firmly, lifting you off your feet.

“Feel that? I know you do,” Chew comments smugly. You blow a raspberry at him, and he laughs before peppering your jawline with kisses. You could become addicted to these lips if you’re not careful…

[deadcaptainentertainment]

Look at this chongus, bein a dingus.

[oleadergrove]

The Well by Jake Wyatt and Choo

As always we're starting off with trigger warnings, and I think the only one I've got for this one is death of a family member. Please tell me any you think I need to add.

Li-Zhen's parents and grandmother died fighting the monster that was terrorizing their small archipelago island. But when she a small handful of coins from a well, so that she could have money for her Ah-Gong, she learns that she didn't steal coins. She stole wishes.

This book is so good. Beautifully written, with amazing drawings and dreamy scenery. Li-Zhen is a very real protagonist who carries herself throughout the book in the way a real person would deal with their problems. As the book carries on, her actions weigh more and more heavily on her, and you can see that in her posture and in her more reserved personality, whereas she was super bubbly at the beginning of the book. Would definitely recommend this book the everyone.