#choso fanart

[umbra3terna]

Happy Choso ❤️

[thejessc0de]

Gojo and Choso, referenced from Ye Hao's "Heat Stroke" photoshoot!

[ryuukootan]

Fallen Angel, Choso Edit: You may now get a print of this on my RedBubble shop :D

Edit 2:

Unfortunately, RedBubble took this down because it got copyright strike by crunchyroll.

[latenight-ramen]

They are happier in another universe

Old sketch. I’m still in disbelief after chapter 259. You deserved so much better

[samaraxmorgan]

They got him a “gift.”

More than welcome to repost with credit!!

[gojosprettyprincess]

Twitter Links Masterlist

Toji Fushiguro

Part 𝟣

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Gojo Satoru

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Nanami Kento

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Choso Kamo

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Ryomen Sukuna

Part 1

Geto suguru

Part 1

Itadori Yuuji

Part 1

Hiromi Higuruma

Part 1

Part 2

Shiu Kong

Part 1

Hentai videos that remind me of them

Part 1

Part 2

How they would moan.

[bobispapito]

Interactions that Gege robbed us from 😭

[metranart]

➡️ Choose Gojo / ➡️ Choose Geto / ➡️ Choose Sukuna / ➡️ Choose Nanami / ➡️ Choose Choso

[nanaslutt]

OH MY GOD NO CHOSO!!!!!!

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: CHOSO

A/N: A short series of how our JJK boyfriends would act when they’re utterly deranged about you! Enjoy!

C/W: Premature Ejac, Mature. 18+

Choso thought it would get better. And it has gotten exponentially worse.

You and Choso have been exclusive for two weeks now. Two whole weeks. And he still can’t keep his libido in check.

His stupid brain.

His empty, stupid, caveman brain.

It’s criminal, how quickly and how often it finds new things about you to be turned on by.

The way you sigh. The falsetto in your voice when you say “Hi baby!”. How your hair falls out of the messy pony tail. How you hold your fucking coffee cup and take baby sips to avoid burning your tongue.

God, your tongue.

Your lips. Your eyes, eyelashes. Every single strand on your head is boner material and it’s driving him insane.

You smile at him and he’s rock hard in his pants. Counting down the minutes until he can finally fist himself.

Choso grips the gear so hard his wrist might snap in half.

“Almost there?” You ask. Sugar on your voice like cotton candy.

“Almost there, baby.” Words feel like nails against his dry windpipe.

He’s tried everything. Cold showers. Long walks. Scolding himself. Slapping his dick over and over and over to try and replace some of the pleasure with pain. But nothing works.

It’s a sick joke.

My shy, quiet boyfriend. You always tease him.

If only you knew a category 5 hurricane of filthy rot constantly decimates his brain.

Quiet because he is always biting metallic into his mouth to keep from moaning. Or saying something vile.

If he had it his way, he’d follow you around with his hand on his dick. At least it would feel honest. Not like how he’s mastered quietly cumming in his pants whenever you nestle in his lap or lean over him to get something.

You want to go slow and he’s happy to. Really. Because at this point he’d finish just rubbing against your pretty petals.

He’s needy. He’s desperate. And he has no idea how to fix it.

Or if he wants to fix it.

His mind floats back to the one time you let him eat your pussy. 2 minutes in.

No that’s fucking generous.

1 minute in and he was holding a pool of his own cum in his hand like a pathetic, pervert. And the way you laughed when he stammered the sorry explanation made him hard all over again.

You two finally make it to dinner and he beelines for the bathroom.

Thanking every Diety known to Man for gender neutral, single use stalls. He clumsily unbuckles his belt and his rod springs free.

His head hits the cold wall behind him. His hand tugs on autopilot.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs to himself.

His hips buck upward and collide with his fist, over and over and over again. Heat swells from his balls. His pre cum leaks in a constant stream from his thick, blunt tip.

“Choso?” A light voice ripples through his mind and his hand flies off his angry, abused cock.

“Y-yes, princess?”

“Let me in!” And he immediately obliges. He can’t tell you no. He can’t even hesitate.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” Concern etched all over your face. His expression must be as miserable as he feels.

Your petite hand cups his face and his cock springs against his abdomen.

In his haste he forgot to fully tuck himself back in. And there his drooling dick is. Thick and proud. Pale and crimson against his black shirt.

His face flares hot. A babbling stupid mess trying to hide his perversion. Trying to stuff his oversized length away from view.

To his surprise your tiny warm hands caress his clumsy fingers. Every hair stands at attention. He freezes. Artic breeze from the over head AC stops him in his tracks.

Your gazes collide. Your doe eyes and blown out pupils make his balls ache. You guide his hand to your neck line and help him tug it down. Enough so that your pierced, plump nipples spill over the top. Fully exposed for him to gawk at.

“Nnhhgh..” a stupid unintelligible moan escapes him. Slack-jawed idiot. His brain is scrambled to mush.

“Suck.” The tiny command from your gorgeous lips and frame 10x smaller than his unravels him.

He eagerly obeys. Wrapping his lips around your metal clad nipple. Groaning and gripping at your other breast, in a desperate display.

“Aww” you giggle at his pitiful moans and sucks.

He starts humping the air between your bodies. He’s so embarrassed but he can’t stop.

Rutting against nothing except the mere thought of being able to maybe one day handle the friction of your flesh.

“Fuck, oh fuck” he rasps out switching to your other nipple. Your hands weave into his hair. Electric shoots through his cock from his balls and he is so close. So close.

“Stop.” One word and he comes to a razor sharp end. Pulling off you. Submitting to your whims.

But not in time. His cock spurts thick, hot white ropes of cum against his black shirt. Eyes slammed shut. Mortified at his ruined orgasm.

Your lips pull up in a beautiful smile. One that cuts his stupid short refractory period in half.

He will do anything you tell him to. Anything.

“Don’t bother cleaning up, handsome! Let’s go finish dinner.” You’re light hearted and giggling and flutter out the door before him.

His face is flushed blood red. He stares down at his cum stained shirt. Absolutely humiliated.

You’ll be the death of him.

It’s perfect.

[10sokii]

my beautiful princess with a disorder

[umbra3terna]

I know I am supposed to be on Hiatus but wanted to draw Choso like that. Hope you like it !

[thejessc0de]

that's yuki's hand btw

referencing this tweet

[cherubsimpl]

I saw this meme and had a vision, and the vision is choso being yuujis nr 1 fan

[daemontargaryenwhore]

Tell your baby that I'm your baby

I BET ON LOSING DOGS

I KNOW THEY'RE LOSING AND I'LL PAY FOR MY PLACE BY THE RING

[sucknightz]

CHOSO’S FIRST DEEP THROAT ❥

• contains; virgin!choco x reader

• warnings; oral (m receiving), soft!choso, im sorry this is my first time writing something like this so bare with me…

“Oh, God,” he breathes making you shift your legs to soothe the ache between your legs. “Fuck, y/n, keep sucking it like that holy fuck.” The sheets crumble as he sucks in a breath. “Slow, slow I’ll—oooh, you’re gonna make me come.”

Fine, you rub it over your tongue slowly, a deep desperate sigh coming out of his parted lips. Once he threads his fingers through your hair, you think he’ll push you up and down to fix your speed, but he simply rubs your scalp. He rocks his hips forward, a low noise coming from deep within his throat. “y/n — yeah, that’s it. Don’t stop,” he slurs.

You couldn’t even if wanted to, and you don’t. Instead, you take him until his tip is at the back of your tongue and you can no longer breathe.

“Fuckkkk,” he drawls. His fist tightens into your hair, holding you there and once you lean back, his muscles relax. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come—”

You do it again, running your tongue along his member. You take him farther down till the hilt seeing his expression on his face. “Fuck. Stop, stop.” You’ve never seen him so tense before, his veins strained against his skin and a pink coloration over his cheeks.

“Again” you say once he tugs at your arm. Your voice is husky, the pulsing throb between your legs making it difficult to elaborate much more. You’re completely lost in his pleasure. It's addictive. "Again, one more time."

"I’ll come," he warns, like that's going to demotivate you. It instead, makes the ache between your legs throb more.

He shudders as you fit his cock your mouth, pushing down until it almost completely disappears into you. Breathing through your nose, you take in his musky scent and watch his expression as he breaks down. Knowing you’re doing that to him is just as good as feeling pleasure myself.

Choso comes in your mouth with a pink tint on his cheeks. You swallow every last drop of semen, enjoying his taste. He pulls his member out your mouth, “Open.” You open your mouth pulling your tongue out. “Fuck.”