#choso fan fiction

[megamindsecretlair]

Stitch me where my heart bleeds

Pairing: Choso x Black!Fem!Black!reader/plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ only, MINORS DNI, you are in charge of your own reading experience. Just smut. No thoughts. I get to zooting and the thots write themselves. PIV, fingering (female receiving), hand job (male receiving), cursing, praise kink, slight possession kink, reader is obsessed with her man, needy choso

Summary: It's too damn hot outside. But not hot enough to get loved on by Choso.

Word count: 2,021k

A/N: I was too lazy to get my ass up and type this on a computer. So I take full responsibility for this one. I'm just feral and need my baby 😭

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Like, just imagine that it's a hot summer night right. The type of heat where the fan blows hot air and you lay across your bed with no shirt or bra on. Even your panties were too hot to have on.

But you can't resist laying as close as possible to Choso. His warm chest is against your back. You felt his breath even out as every inch of him molded against every inch of you.

Your poor baby's love language is physical touch. He craved it. And you wouldn't deny him a thing. You played with his hair or scratched his shoulder, reassuring him with small gestures that he's the love of your life.

But like, also imagine that he's in a needy mood. Pushing his hips against yours. Rubbing his fat dick into your ass as he grinds against you. Practically fucking you already.

His large hands grip your hip. His breath tickles your neck. He nuzzles his nose against your skin, smelling your intoxicating eucalyptus and spearmint lotion.

"Choso," you whisper into the quiet night. There was only the whir of the fan above and his breaths against your skin. You moved your arm back so that you could run your fingers through his long, silky hair. You dislodged his careful bun, letting his inky hair spill out over you and the bed.

Choso moaned in your ear and kissed your neck. "Need you," he murmured. His voice was its own aphrodisiac. The rumbling sounds reverberated against your back and sent shivers through your veins.

You moved your hand from his hair to his body and then to his dick. He twitched in your hand and gasped sharply, ending it with a slight moan.

He ran his fingers up and down your side, from the swell of your breasts, past your hip, skating over your thigh and almost touching your knee. Then, he would begin the torture in reverse, trailing a lazy line back to the underside of your breasts, stopping to flick at your hardened nipple.

You moaned and gripped him harder, massaging the base of his dick just the way he liked. He hissed and then released a ragged moan that made you gush.

"You make me so wet, baby," you cooed to Choso.

"Let me feel it," he groaned in your ear. He moved his hand to the apex of your thighs. His fingers played with your wet curls before nudging your pussy lips open and fingering your clit.

He sighed as he made contact and you clenched around nothing, filling up with so much wanton need.

"You're such a good girl, getting so wet so fast for me. That must be a new record, huh?" He asked.

You cried out, body shaking viciously. You spat on your hand and then returned it to Choso's thick dick. He groaned and ground into your hand. Your fingers grazed his balls and he growled in your ear. You huffed a giggle and then returned to stroking his shaft.

"Good girls behave," he said.

"Fuck, yes, Choso. I'll be good, I swear," you moaned.

Choso used his middle finger to circle your clit in tight circles, applying pressure and it made you see stars. You were close to cumming. So close to that sweet relief.

"You promise to be good?" He asked.

You nodded. His shifted his position, bringing his other arm around your neck. He used his thumb to trace your lips.

"I can't hear you," he said and grunted as you played with his tip. Beads of precum gathered, enough for you to fully lubricate the head. Your flicked your thumb against the tip and he moaned.

You sucked his thumb into your mouth. "Yes, I promise to be good," you managed to say.

"Yeah? Be good for me and cum on my fingers?" He asked.

He slipped his fingers from your clit to your pussy, plunging two fingers inside of you.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" Your body exploded on his fingers. Your essence soaked his fingers, down to the knuckle. Sweat beaded against your skin, sticking you to him molecule by molecule.

He pumped his fingers into you, moving his hips in much the same rhythm. It was difficult to concentrate on getting him off by your hand when your world was falling apart.

Atoms burst apart in your vision, breaking the known universe down piece by tiny piece. Your body twitched and jolted. You flopped, back bowing, as the powerful orgasm ripped through you.

As it's cruelly delicious grip on you lessened, you fell back onto the bed with a heavy pant, trying to suck in all the oxygen that leaked from your brain.

You twitched with aftershocks, and Choso pressed kisses to your warm brown cheeks. "So good. So well. You did so great, baby. I'm so proud of you," he said in between kisses.

His kisses grew louder in nature, wet smacks filling the room. The whir of the fan did shit all to cool you down, but it was almost enough to get the air moving.

Your brain short circuited as he heaped you with praises. Telling you how proud he was, how he had so much faith in you. "You did so well, baby. You deserve another one," he said, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear. Your skin tingled there and you half sighed, half laughed.

Choso removed his fingers from your dripping pussy and brought it to his lips. He took his time sucking on his fingers, moaning at your taste. Whatever he couldn't get to, he circled around your nipples.

You twisted your thick thighs together, needing friction and relief. You felt bad but you gave up trying to get him off. You'll pay him back later. You'll suck the curse out of his damn body if it meant that he'd let you cum again right this second.

"You're so good to me, baby," you moaned.

You licked his thumb, resting on your lips. He nibbled on your ear as he nudged your legs apart.

"You ready for this dick?" He asked.

He moved your panties aside and slipped his dick through your wet folds, a soft smacking sound reaching your ears.

You gasped at the heavenly sensation. It felt good but it wasn't enough, ultimately. You needed more. You needed him to get as close as possible. You needed to stitch your hearts together and forever live in the comfort of his body.

"Yes, baby. Yes, please. Please fuck me, please. I'm so needy," you begged and pleaded.

A deep ache settled right down to your bones. You clutched and gripped at the dark sheets beneath you, nails pawing at the linen.

"I love it when you beg," he groaned. He lined himself up to your entrance, slipping easily inside of you. You gasped at the thickness of him. The size of him.

"Fuck, pleaaaase," you cried. Fuck if you knew what you were begging for now. For him to speed up? For him to slow down? You'd be lucky if you knew your own name should someone ask right now.

All you knew was that he felt so fucking good. He tightened his arm around your throat, placing enough pressure on your throat to take notice, but leaving you enough room to breathe comfortably. He had amazing self control and balance.

He slipped further inside, shoving into your warm, wet walls. He groaned with every inch gained, every centimeter further inside. "So fuckin' good. Ugv, taking me too well."

His large hand encircled your breast, squeezing, as he moved inside of you. If you squinted hard enough, he was kissing the edge of your cervix and you came on the spot.

"Oh, FUCK!" You yelled. God, this hurt. This was glorious. You couldn't breathe. Who the hell needed oxygen? You were ripped apart by each wave of pleasure that coursed through you.

"Made f'me," he groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. His hair spilled over your chest, tickling your breasts. Your breaths came out in choppy waves. Your nails dug half moon marks into his thigh, lightly dusted with hair.

"C-Ch-Choso," you sobbed on his dick.

Whether it was your cry or the way you gripped his dick, either could be the cause for Choso whimpering his way to an orgasm, spilling hot cum into you.

You matched him with moans and curses. And whatever other kind of sounds you didn't know you could make.

His hips slapped roughly against your ass. "Fuuuuck," he groaned.

You gripped him tighter, clenching with all your might as if you could trap him there. Trap him in that singular moment where you were as close as you could be to him. Sometimes it downright hurt your heart that you couldn't get closer.

Choso came down from his high, stilling against your body as he huffed and panted. He once more gave you gentle kisses to your temple and cheeks. He kissed the corner of your mouth.

"You did so well, baby. Thank you. Thank you for being my good girl."

Your brain went fuzzy around the edges. You melted against him, no longer in your body but in some other ethereal place. You should've never told him about your praise kink. Now he used it whenever possible to torture your mind as often as he tortured your body.

"Thank you, baby," you told him.

Choso slipped out slowly, like he was trying to imprint this sensation or moment on his dick and relive it again. He sighed when he finally popped free.

A rush of cum leaked out behind him and you groaned, top teeth sinking into your bottom lip. "Fuck," you whispered.

Choso stood up from the bed and then roughly opened your legs so that he could watch his cum leak out of you. He encouraged you to push as much out as you could. He liked seeing your pussy clench over and over as you tried to work him out of you.

You felt light-headed and free. Like you were soaring through a field of clouds. When nothing else leaked out, Choso stood up and went to the bathroom.

He came back into the room and gently wiped your skin down with a cool cloth. You moaned for the hit of relief you got from that small act.

He wiped between your legs, taking time to thoroughly clean you up. He rubbed the rough cloth against your pussy, giving you an extra sensory that made you bite the sheets. A thread of drool connected you to the bed.

"You did so well baby. I think we can do one more," he moaned.

"I can't, baby. Ouuee, baby don't make me."

He increased pressure of the cloth against your clit, rubbing circles and started a fire low in your belly. Your clit throbbed under his careful ministrations.

"I can't make you do something you already want to do. You want to give me one more," he said. It wasn't a question. He was telling you. Was telling you that he knew your body better than you did.

Your knees jerked as that realization hit you like a truck. And fuck if he wasn't right.

Delicious pain twisted your lower belly, desire pooling in between your thighs. You were on fire. So fucking hot that your lips burned.

"Cum for me, baby. Be good for me," he said.

On command, your orgasm ripped out of you. You cried and chanted his name.

"That's right, tell me who owns this pussy. Who owns this good pussy?" He asked.

You struggled to tell him that he does. That you were his good girl and he owned you body and soul. You couldn't communicate any of that. 100% of your focus was to survive your climax and breathe. Two very important things.

Choso wiped away your lingering essence. He retreated to the bathroom before joining you back in bed.

Without words, you seamlessly matched your heartbeat with his. You grew drowsy, yawning every few moments. Your leg twitched once as you drifted off into blissful, fucked out, sleep.

The end!

Sorry for any mistakes, I typed this on my phone.

The Secret Choso Files

[peachsayshi]

Hi love! 🧡 Could i ask for some Choso with the prompt "finally kissing, after a long time of pining" pretty please? I struggled between a few choices but I'm always a sucker for some mutual pining

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⥽ notes: tension; yearning/needy choso; virgin!choso; established friendship; suggestive

the bed feels smaller with choso settling in, his well built frame easily taking up most of the space. you nervously snuggle underneath the cover, mindlessly smoothing out the sheet in front of you and keeping your eyes fixed on the ceiling to avoid gazing at your crush.

half-human, half curse; but wholeheartedly the most beautiful soul you've ever laid your eyes on.

it's the third night, your last one together, and with the mission coming to an end you'll be back home before you know it. however, it still doesn’t erase the tension that’s been simmering over the past forty eight hours, and when you accidentally brush your bare shoulder against choso’s, you feel it all spark once again.

"sorry," he states apologetically and making the heat rise up your neck, "I can sleep on the couch if it's better for you..."

"don't be ridiculous," you scold playfully despite your voice wavering, "I can barely fit on that thing, much less force you to sleep on it."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

his gentle tone grabs your attention and forces you to turn to him. his face is partially illuminated by warm light, a noticeable blush highlighting his cheeks which is framed by his black hair that falls freely down his neck.

your eyes dip to his exposed shoulders and upper chest, lingering on the prominent muscles. "I'm fine, I promise," you reply a little breathless and squeeze your thighs together.

he’s suggesting the alternative now,because the first night was spent with the two of you in this very same position, only choso was asking a lot of questions…

questions regarding human intimacies; about their needs, their lust, their hunger...

you can't help but be empathetic about his curiosity. after all, his mind is governed by two completely polarizing forces.

the conversation was innocent at first, but he made a bold declaration that sent shivers all over your body.

"I feel an ache whenever I'm around you," he confessed, "I can't explain it,"

"It's natural," you attempted to explain, keeping a neutral tone while brushing aside the way your cheeks stung. "sometimes I feel it too..."

"why does it happen?"

you can only shrug your shoulders, unable to fully define the laws of attraction to the man you longed for the most. he left you speechless with his admittance of yearning for you, and last night was stifling to the point where the both of you were completely on edge with each other.

the memory of that conversation now plagues your mind, and you can see it reflecting clearly within choso's dark eyes.

he's thinking about it too, recalling all the tidbits of information that you shared with him and carefully piecing it together.

“you seem a bit squished,” he states with concern, pinching his brows adorably as he shifts to lay on his side. the warmth of his palm finds your waist, and he carefully pulls you closer into him so you're rested more comfortably. “don’t want you falling off the bed…”

face to face, you both stare longingly at one another for minutes, like you're trying to pluck at the seams to find evidence of where this gnawing pain even begins.

teetering on the precipice of a very long drop, you lick your lips absentmindedly when you realize that choso's palm is still on your waist, his thumb now drawing tiny circles.

"this is better, right?"

he's so close that you can feel the vibration of his deep voice run right through you. "yeah," you sigh, inching even further into his touch, and boldly taking the leap as you arch your pelvis against his. "yeah, much better..."

your name sounds heavenly from his lips as he exhales from the contact, and you stifle another moan feeling his prominent bulge rub up against you.

"is this desire?" he murmurs into your lips, "is this why I ache?"

"cho-choso..." you stutter, but grow still when you feel him gently press his lips onto yours.

silence veils your loud thoughts. his kiss is so tender, so pure, motivated out of sheer instinct and nothing else. it's such a gentle act, one that brushes over your lips far too quickly that you find yourself tilting your chin up in search for him when he pulls away.

"it's only you," he groans with a twinge of frustration. "I only feel this way about you,"

he leans in again, this time allowing the kiss to linger, and you eagerly let him explore your lips, tasting his saccharine inexperience with every peck.

"this is how we satisfy those feelings, right? isn't that what you said?" he presses, begging for answers as his hand slips underneath your top to brush strokes along your lower back.

a tightness coils inside your lower belly, and you're only able to manage a hazy, "mhmm" in response.

"show me," he pleads, collapsing the weight of his body onto yours as he repositions himself over you, "please, show me,"

he looks unreal above you - a physical embodiment of divinity and sin. the breathtaking image of his angelic expression is constrasted harshly against that wild, lustful gaze, making it impossible for you to even deny his request.

half human, half curse; but as you nod your head and guide his lips back onto yours, you knew that moving forward all of him would forever belong to you.

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best friends older brother!choso headcanons

♡best friends older brother!choso x reader

♡ word count: 0.4k

♡ warnings: making out, kissing, fluff

♡ synopsis: your best friend is yuji itadori and his brother is whipped for you

WRITTEN BY @pancakeszs (please do not copy, plagiarize, repost, translate, or edit)

best friends older brother!choso who immediately formed a crush on you the first time you came over to yuji’s house to watch a movie.

best friends older brother!choso who always finds an excuse to linger in the kitchen when you’re over so he can take in your beautiful laugh.

best friends older brother!choso who loves to listen to your rants when yuji isn’t interested in hearing them.

best friends older brother!choso who is too scared to ask you out because he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship with his brother.

best friends older brother!choso who is oblivious to your longing stares and lingering touches.

best friends older brother!choso who is shocked when you ask him if he wants to hangout, just the two of you.

best friends older brother!choso who eagerly accepts but quickly worries about what his brother would think.

best friends older brother!choso who agrees that it might be best to keep your feelings for each other under wraps.

best friends older brother!choso who wants to kiss you so badly but doesn’t want to overstep.

best friends older brother!choso who brings you back to his house since yuji isn’t home.

best friends older brother!choso who shyly asks if he can kiss you.

best friends older brother!choso who tries so hard not to show how excited he is when you say yes.

best friends older brother!choso who kisses you softly, fearing that you’ll realize that you don’t want him.

best friends older brother!choso who indulges in your kisses as they become more heated.

best friends older brother!choso who groans at the feeling of your hands tangling in his hair.

best friends older brother!choso who curses to himself when the doorbell rings, not wanting to stop kissing you just yet.

best friends older brother!choso who runs down the stairs to check who’s at the door so he can return to you as quickly as possible.

best friends older brother!choso who’s stomach drops when he finds yuji at the door.

best friends older brother!choso who begins to panic when yuji steps inside knowing that you’d be coming down any minute to check what was up.

best friends older brother!choso who almost pushes yuji out when he sees you peeking out behind the stairs and watching your eyes widen when you see yuji.

best friends older brother!choso who stops breathing for a moment when he hears his brother exclaim “i knew it!”

best friends older brother!choso who lets out a sigh of relief when yuji says he has no problem with the two of you being a couple.

best friends older brother!choso who is the best boyfriend ever while your friendship with yuji still prospers.

[mullermilkshake]

Prince Choso

You're just a servant girl, what could the Prince possibly need?

“What does his Majesty require, Lord Eso?” You said, trailing behind him with your hands by your side.

He never replied, nor did he look at you, carrying on down the long path to the grand hall entrance. The atmosphere grew heavy as the enormous doors heaved and creaked open, slowly widening to reveal the throne at the end. 

Where Prince Choso sat. 

Lord Eso guided you along the gold laced carpet down the middle over the marble floor, cushioning your bare feet from the intense coldness underneath. Lord Kechizu sat on the sidelines, clapping his hands together with glee over something you had no knowledge of. Prince Choso never moved, nor did he fully acknowledge your presence. He sat, longingly gazing into the distance with the clamour of wood echoing closed behind you. 

You curtsied, as you were expected to. “Your majesty.” 

The moments leading up to the Prince to speak were immense, seeming like a lifetime. He sat, face vacant with his head tilted on top of his closed fist. “Time is extraordinary, isn’t it? To see you from a mere girl, to become a woman.” 

You weren’t sure how to respond, only stuttering left your mouth in a fit of confusion. The Prince had never said such a thing in your presence, nor in the royal court while you served. 

“I have known, since my own sexual awakening, that I would make you my wife.” 

Wife?  You were a servant girl. Not worthy of such a thing. But also, your heart was already promised to another. 

“Y-your Majesty. I am not w-worthy.” You curtsied once more. 

Lord Kechizu chuckled hungrily, slapping his hands together as he jumped, coming closer to you in an instant. “She’s speechless, brother! Just look at her face!”

“Your majesty.” You began, choosing to ignore the happy Lord. “With greatest respect, I am already betrothed-“

"Not any more.” With a snap of his fingers, two guards emerged from behind him, dragging a lifeless body behind them. “That man is not worthy of your affection.”

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[heldbykento]

⋆୨୧˚ — “LET ME SHATTER INTO YOU”⋆˚

word count: 1332

no warnings just some light angst :3 cheater!choso x lovesick!reader, kinda ooc (woopsie)

author’s note: guys i didn’t proofread this and i was half asleep writing it!!!!!! i might delete this LOL so if ur seeing this rn ily and pls lmk if it sucks! goodnight <33

the relationship you and choso had was straight out of a romance novel. you could brag to your minimal amount of friends about how you two never argued, and mean it.

sure, you bickered about opinions you didn’t agree on but, that’s just normal shit that happens to everyone. choso refused to ever argue with you, he only “communicated”.

meaning he would sit you down in your guys’ living room and talk to you about whatever bothered him, while trying not to cry in front of you.

you thought it was sweet, how vulnerable he was and how he wasn’t afraid to show emotions. thought it was romantic.

—

“choso.” you said bluntly as you stood behind where he was seated on the couch, staring at his back with your phone clutched in your hands; knuckles plastered white.

a week prior to this situation, you were with a friend in the library of your university… studying for God knows what. when suddenly she just, stares at you as if she’s about tell you someone close to you died.

“y/n, i need you to listen to me and you can’t like, go nuts or anything, okay?” she said to you with a very worried expression, more-so scared than sympathetic.

you gave your friend a raised brow, laughing nervously at the situation because it seemed very out of the blue. everything was going great, end of your junior year of college and you’re passing every class, you got a promotion at work, and…

you and your boyfriend were doing great, right?

“okay,” your friend started off by asking you a simple question. “do you know someone named ‘yuki’?”

she explains that when she was out with some classmates at a bar, someone dragged their mutual friend along named, “yuki” and she was bragging about this guy she was seeing. saying how he had a girlfriend but she didn’t know, and she would never know.

saying that the relationship was “loveless” and he was so bored. but couldn’t muster up the courage to leave.

your friend gave you a look, as if she wanted to say something but she knew how you were. so she didn’t. you just stared at her in silence for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek, nails digging into your palms.

—

now you’re here, staring at the back of your soon-to-be ex-boyfriends head. tears welling up in your eyes and a huge lump forming in your throat. but you couldn’t cry, you had to keep your utmost composure because you can’t cry over a cheater, how would your mother feel? you had to be strong.

you can’t cry. even though you have been up almost every night since then in the bathroom, seated on the floor, head in your hands, opposite from the door so he wouldn’t hear your aggressive sobs.

“what’s up, baby?” choso asked, not looking up from his laptop. when you just stood there in silence, not answering his question, he eventually turned around to meet your cold, teary-eyed stare.

the way he could still call you that name without an ounce of guilt, it made you feel like someone had just pierced a thousand daggers into your heart.

his brows furrowed in confusion, when he noticed your unusual expression, he stood up and made his way towards you. “y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked you softly, reaching for your hands but you keenly pulled them away before he could even touch you.

“how long?” you muttered, staring up at choso and reluctantly taking a small step back from him, the way he was so close to you made you want to throw up. because you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he was this close to another woman. holding her the way he would hold you, putting his lips on hers the same way he always did to you. saying all the things he said to you, to her.

again, he gave you a very puzzled look. as if you were speaking to him in a completely different language. “baby, what are you talking about?” he asked in a more whined tone, reaching for your hands again, then sighing in defeat when you would pull away. it wasn’t like you to act this way, not with him. so he was completely dumbfounded.

“y/n why won’t you hold my hand, can you talk to me, baby, please?” he tried to step closer to you, and the situation was overwhelming you. your heart was beating out of you and your ears started to ring, you couldn’t control the tears anymore.

why did he do this? what did she have that you didn’t? how could he throw away 5 years of a relationship for some girl? who even was she?

all these questions and you desperately needed answers. but how could you get answers if you could barely even look at him, let alone finish your conversation.

“how long have you been seeing her, choso?”

silence. so silent you could hear the fan running in the other room.

he stared at you. frozen in place with his eyes wide, like a deer in headlights.

“please, just answer me, please. please… tell me it isn’t true. tell me you still love me.”

the silence that fell between the two of you for so long was deafening. you could hear him swallow dryly from how dead it was. he just stared at you, as if you had said something so out of this world.

but the silence was all you needed to prove your point. he didn’t truly love you. something in your brain told you that if he did love you, he would speak up and explain himself. reassure you that this wasn’t true and that he loved you so much. he could never do something so inhumane. but he’s a man. what’d you expect? for him to be different? to treat you in a way you thought you deserved?

he couldn’t stand watching you cry like this in front of him, he knew what he did. he knew what he was doing while he was doing it. and he couldn’t explain to you why.

choso just couldn’t give you the answers you wanted. and it broke his heart to see his perfect girl choking out sobs because of his shitty decisions.

“y/n. i— i don’t know why i did it. i can’t give you an explanation. i just…” he looked away from you, not being able to look into your big, glossy and sad eyes. he was a coward. he couldn’t deny it.

you couldn’t help feeling like your world was ending, like the earth stopped spinning. his words were like a punch to the gut.

you were just punishing yourself, thinking what could you have done to make him happier, constantly comparing yourself to that blonde doll who swept him away in ways you never could.

there was no fixing it. the both of you went to bed away from each other that night, him on the couch and you, clutching a pillow at your chest and crying into it until you fell asleep at a late hour.

he had snuck into bed eventually, the way he held you in his arms made you tense up. as upset as you were, you needed it the most right now. you were pretending to be asleep, but his presence behind you woke you up almost immediately.

choso had muttered something into the back of your neck, a soft apology. pleading for you to stay with him and forgive him. his lips were brushing against your skin with every word, almost as if he was praying to get you back. he needs you in his life, he knows that and he’ll never be afraid to admit it.

regardless of the lust he poured into that other woman, it will never compare to the love and passion he feels towards you, his perfect girl.

his one and only.

[remain-simple]

heyyyy! I posted a new canon-compliant (ish) #chosoyuki fic, in case you wanna check it out.

[the-moonandthehermit]

I'm trying to start out writing, and idk if I can. I feel so... embarrassed and out of my zone.

Like... a full ass fanfiction about Choso. Maybe even a girl!dad Choso. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.

[zardward]

Every. Damn. Time.😞

When you just want to read fluffs but theres a shit ton of smut of the character:

[megamindsecretlair]

The Secret Choso Files

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[peachsayshi]

I'm more interested in hearing ur hcs for JJK as dads:)

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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ girl dad hc's (gojo, geto, nanami, choso) ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

...gojo stares at his baby girl like she's the secret to the universe's mysteries. there is no denying his strong attachment towards her, which is why the first thing he does when he returns home from a long trip away is see her. he watches with big, proud eyes as she waddles over to him, her small feet pattering lightly against the wooden floor of your home. she's still figuring out her words, squealing with excitement as he meets her halfway with two long strides. he arches his tall body forward, scooping her up in his arms before smothering her with kisses on each cheek.

she's so happy when he’s around, and it makes your chest feel tight, your ribs unable to contain the love pouring out from the valves of your heart.

"god, I missed my girls..." satoru breaths as she wraps her arms around his neck and rests her cheek on his shoulder. he turns on his heel to look at you, eyes filled with devotion and sheer gratitude. he places such a sweet, tender kiss on your lips before stating, "maybe we should take a vacation soon, just the three of us."

...geto thinks it's strange that only two years ago he regarded you as a stranger. now, you're fast asleep on his sofa, with mimiko on your lap and nanako on your shoulder. he checks the time to see just how late it is before turning off the tv and reaching for mimiko first. he brushes the hair away from her face, carefully lifting her up while smiling to himself when he feels her body naturally seek out his. the vacancy prompts you to flutter your eyelashes open, adjusting to the darkness of the room, and by the time you're fully aware of what's going on, you notice that he's picking up nanako as well.

"easy, sweetheart," he whispers softly, "just taking them to bed."

you meet him in his room afterwards, taking his hand as he draws you onto his lap. you rub your tired eyes as you mumble a hello, feeling his gentle kiss travel down the column of your neck, while his delicate fingers slip underneath your shirt to sprawl across the bump of your belly. he sighs into your neck, easing his mind of the noisy thoughts as he touches the life he's created with you.

...nanami arches his brow at the distraught expression on his daughter's face, her cheeks are so pink and her eyes are still welling with hot tears. the look is enough to crumple him like he's a flimsy sheet of paper, but he's holding his composed expression as to not worry her. instead, he shifts his attention down to the open wound on her knee - a nasty little cut unfortunately, but one that he's already carefully cleaned up. "there now, my darling..." he soothes with his deep voice, as he thoughtfully places the band aid over the injury, "we're all done."

she's still sniffling, her hands gripping tightly onto her dress. "still hurts, papa..." she whimpers. he eases the tension between his brow, before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her knee. "better?" he asks, gazing up at her from underneath his blonde lashes, but she simply bites her lip and shakes her head no.

nanami picks her up, holding her close to his chest as he holds a pensive look on his face. "what else can we possibly do, hmm?" he coos into her temple as he leaves another kiss in place. she continues to sniffle, tiny hands clutching onto his shirt which she uses to wipe away her falling tears. "uhm, maybe...maybe we can get ice cream?"

her innocent tone is enough to make him smile with relief, and he glances over his shoulder to catch you shaking your head playfully in his direction, but even you can't stop yourself from grinning as you watch your baby girl twist your husband around her little finger.

...choso smiles at his daughter's reflection in the mirror. her hands reach for the pig tails in her hair, and she touches it before turning over her shoulder to gaze up at him. "I look like you, papa!" she remarks with pure joy, and choso can't help but bend over and kiss the top of her ahead affectionately. "you're the prettiest girl in the world, precious."

her cheeks turn rosy from how bright she's smiling. she stands on her feet, barely able to make direct eye contact with her father who is seated cross legged with his body upright. he has to hunch over a little, obliging her demand of placing his jaw against the palms of her delicate hands so she can hold him. "no, you're the prettiest in the world," she responds and the man melts into her touch almost instantly. he circles two fingers around her wrists to kiss her digits, then leaning forward to plant another one on the tip of her nose. "I'm afraid there's no competition."

she babbles on as he looks at her with amusement. fatherhood was never part of his plan, and he wasn't even sure how he would take to it when you told him you were pregnant, but it’s been four years down the line and he's the happiest he's ever been. he can hear you call for them from the kitchen, and carries his daughter in his arms before exiting the bedroom.

he seats her comfortably on the dining chair, lightly pinching her cheek as he announces that he will be right back. he finds you in the kitchen scooping out rice into the bowl, and takes the opportunity to circle his arms around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

you ease into his embrace as you serve the last amount before tilting your head slightly to kiss him softly on the cheek, "something on your mind?"

he sighs heavily when you turn on your heel, stealing a kiss in between before murmuring sweetly against your lips: "I want another baby"

[megumifuckmeguro]

Respect to all fan-fiction writers but I wish to see the emphasis of jjk men holding back their strength during sex.

Like Toji or Gojo are fully aware that they could batter your pussy with their strength if they are not careful, so they choose to restrain themselves, even in their heats of passion because they know they are capable of actually hurting you. If they did use their raw power, you would literally die.

He knows that the dominance and roughness he gives you is nothing compared to what he does to his enemies. He would never use full force, even if he felt like it, and you could feel him hold back with every indecisive thrust. And that is hot, guys

The choice of restraint is hot.

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Applies to Choso, Nanami Gojo Sukuna Toji Getou

anyone hot and strong <3

[nevermeyers]

Yeah, I know I said I'd keep quiet about it because I plan on ignoring the ending. I've done it plenty of times, even with books I consider my favorites. "Oh this book is so good, it's one of my faves... How does it end? I don't remember." I'm going to do that with jjk because I've done it more times. Anyways.

Seriously, where's the character development? Why dedicate an entire chapter to showing how much criticism affects you and making excuses for your narrative instead of fixing it? Gege could have written about the characters and their problems, their worries, their evolution even while talking about how the politics of jujutsu world are changing rn.

What are Nobara's thoughts right now? There could have been an entire chapter dedicated to her character to fill in the gaps and finish defining her, what about her mother? How does she feel about her childhood friends? What are her plans now?

What about Megumi? Yeah, seeing him laugh was therapeutic, but honestly his character hasn't had the development/ending I expected. The timeskip was weird, his acting is literally the same as the beginning of the manga. It feels like I'm reading the same person who appeared in chapter one and not a traumatized boy who is learning to live. Where is Itadori teaching him that it's actually worth moving on? Where's the whole PTSD thing I'm sure he has? (fuck megumi haters btw fuck them, and fuck the way they victim blamed a kid). What are his thoughts about Gojo? About Sukuna?

Yuuji... Our mc. I was expecting to see him mourning Choso, mourning Gojo. But no, apparently it's more important to explain that there was a secret society (lmao) than to have him show respect and tears for those people he loved. His family, who he never got to spend time with, and his sensei, who decided not to execute him and who taught him almost everything he knows. I wanted to see him taking his friends to the movies to see some B-movie horror instead of going through the horror of watching characters insult him and tell him that it's better if he were dead.

And yes, I know there are two chapters left and some of the things I mention here might appear, but we've already wasted our time with one chapter, that's many pages. There won't be time to fix whatever is this. I feel bad :/

Now, one of the things that bothers me the most is that there are characters that were implied to be dead and now suddenly appear alive. I thought this was about letting the new generations create a fair world, but no. Do you know which character bothers me the most? Mei Mei. No, I'm not against someone writing sa/csa in fiction as long as it's not romanticized (I accept the unreliable narrator because that happens a lot irl and it's sad). The thing is that Mei Mei literally embodies the values ​​of the jujutsu world. In the jujutsu clans there was everything, sexism, abuse, neglect and most likely incest since (at least that's how I see it) they are like the monarchies of the Middle Ages. Mei Mei is the embodiment of all those rotten values ​​that Gojo hated, that the new generations are destined to eradicate. Seriously. What is she doing alive? Take her out rn. Gojo didn't die for this.

I read someone saying that maybe the point of this chapter isn't to break the cycle, but to repeat it. I have to say that I'm a big fan of that trope! It reminds me that humans repeat the same mistakes, but even if that were the point I think it wouldn't be well written.

There came a point in the story where both options: love is worthless and love is worth it were acceptable by the end of the manga. This is the ending where love is worth it, but why hasn't anything changed? The characters we saw in 269 are almost exactly the same we saw in chapter number one.

If this is a story about how love is worth it, accept the consequences and write characters who, thanks to love, move forward and build a new world instead of neutralizing any kind of development

[mikobeautifulheart]

Hiii (’◡’) I really liked that fan fiction of choso where he's jealous over the kitty but I think it would be so cute w nanaaamii plz plz💗(*ˊᗜˋ*)

Ahhh thank you for reading my fic (and liking it) 🥰.

Here we go

Jealousy

Tw: none, just fluff. But not edited.

FEATURING: NANAMI

It all started after a hard day's work. Another overtime.

Nanami sighed as he turns the key and steps inside your shared apartment, he really needed to just feel you right now.

"I'm back." He mumbled kicking off his shoes.

He dosent hear you move or respond...weird. He walks into the living room, sunlight comes in golden rays settling on your sleeping figure. His mouth upturns into a smile.

Until it dosent.

There on you peaceful rising chest was a white fluff ball, it's form also rising up and down. It took his spot.

Feeling something around you, your eyes slowly open to see a very exhausted Nanami.

"Welcome back Kento" you say sleepily sitting upright the white fluff now in your arms.

"What do you have there?" He asked.

You were to tierd to tell how he asked the question. Was he upset? Angery? Hard to tell.

"Oh this guy. I found him on our window sill this morning and he was injured."

Right on que the cat lifts one of its paws up revealing a small bandage wrapped around it.

Kento thought a vain in his head was going to burst when the cat turned to face him only to snuggle right under your face and reveal its big blue eyes.

There was something wrong with this cat. Cats don't just show up injured on a 6th floor apartment window. Cats don't smirk and hit people's nerves.

And most importantly they shouldn't look like a carbon copy of a white haired co worker that passes him off.

"He looks better already." Kento mumbled glaring at the cat.

"You know I actually have a cut here to" He said lifting his shirt up only too show half of his torso with a deep wound on one side.

"Oh Kento, why didn't you go to Shoko?! She would have foxed this in a minute!" You said putting the cat aside and getting up to grab your patch up supplies.

"She was on break and I wanted to see you." He sighed.

"But I see someone beat me to it." He glared at the cat.

You brought over a box and started attending to the wound.

"Kento what if it got infected? What if you made it worse? You cant just ignore this like it's nothing!" You said as you finished disinfecting it.

He only watched as the cat jumped off the couch and weaved between your legs.

"Aww isn't he the cutest." You said looking down at the cat.

"If you say so darling. How long is he going to be here anyway, i'm afraid his owners might begin to miss him"

"Actually he's a stray, he doesn't have anyone Ken, isn't that sad!"

"mm very, what do you suppose we do about it?" he asked glaring into the cats back.

"We should at least look after him until he heals, and I know this apartment doesn't allow pets but I spoke to the land lady and she said I can keep him here until he's better" You beamed only making him sigh.

He can't make you sad when you were this excited about having a cat, TEMPORARILY.

"Okay. We can keep him for now, but I need to rest and that means me and you. No cat."

The cat meowed loudly from the other room.

"I mean it."

"Okay Ken!" You said just glad you could keep the cat.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Tehe thanks for the request anon and sorry it took so long :( have a good whatever time.

[choso-onii-chan]

Today i realized just how deeply hurt i actually am, with Choso's loss. I don't care if someone says that he's "just a fictional character". Who decided thst you cannot develop such feelings for someone that "only" exists in a comic?

This man means so much to me.....and i envy all those Nobara fans out there. This hurts so fucking much. The way that Gege plays with all our hearts.....he probably doesn't even realize HOW crazy he makes us. I will never really recover from this.

[errielovesu]

Choso headcanons

what my fanfic is based of off i guess??? just somethings I think he’d do, very random trust me the fan fiction will be better.

My choso headcanons (some nsfw)

Choso loves missionary, looking into your face, seeing the way he pleasures you and he also wants you to see his face.

His usually wears his hair down when he’s thrusting into you.

he loves when you wear your hair up, wether it’s ponytails, pigtails, even if it’s some simple braid, he lovesss your hair for some reason.

he loves your waist, he only likes small waists, even if it isn’t tiny…if it looks tiny.

hair puller.

he likes to slap you, maybe a bit of blood play though not like cliche cus of his ability.

he likes marks to you, not in a claiming way but more in a yeah i did that…okay maybe a bit of claiming into it but he’s knows no one will try to take you away from him.

jealousy is maybe not his biggest thing unless you go and flirt with someone, he’ll get slightly touchy when you do that.

loves to feel your body up, trace your figure, kinda goes back to loving your waist.