#sick choso

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Soooo random but

I think that choso would be a total Baby when he’s sick. Especially since he’s only been human for a little bit. He hasn’t even expirenced a cold before. He’d probably get super clingy and whiny and need to be taken care of.

Crybaby Choso

Tags: Choso x gn!Reader, sick!choso, needy!choso, sfw, fluffy drabble

An: You're so right, anon. I totally see Choso just being a whiny little crybaby when he's sick, but he's cute so he gets away with it.

"Baby." A deep raspy voice pulls you from your slumber, but you're not mad. You'd know that voice from anywhere.

"Yes baby?" You ask groggily, not even opening your eyes yet.

"Something's wrong..." Choso responds, giving you another nudge so you'll finally open your eyes.

"Hm? What's wrong?" You murmur, using your hands to wipe the sleep from your eyes. It's pitch black in your room, and a quick glance at your phone reveals that it's 2 in the morning.

"I don't feel right. I think I'm dying." Your sweet boyfriend's voice sounds so panicked. You also remember the one time he thought he was going to die because he stubbed his toe on the couch one morning.

Your boyfriend is incredibly strong and a skilled fighter. He knows just how to be rough around the edges, and he's not afraid to get dirty. It's the little things about being human that turn him into such a whiny mess.

You don't mind though. It warms your heart that he feels safe enough around you to drop the tough curse persona. He lets you get a front row seat of his vulnerabilities.

"What doesn't feel right, baby?" You ask in a soft tone. Your hands find his naked body underneath the blankets. He never liked sleeping with clothes on. His body felt warm and feverish under your touch.

"My stomach feels uneasy, and my head is pounding. I also can't breathe through my nose." Ah, classic symptoms of the man-flu. Choso is likely sick, but he's new to being human... and he's a man, which makes him a total crybaby when he's sick.

"Oh, you poor thing. C'mere." You murmur to him, and he immediately scoots over to you, lying his heavy, sweaty body on you. "Not that close, Choso-" You grunt from lying underneath his weight.

"I need you, baby. What if these are our final moments?" He whines, causing you to let out a small giggle from his overdramatic personality.

"You're not going to die." You assure him with another small laugh before grabbing his jaw and directed his forehead to your lips. You feel the heat from his head tingle your skin. He is running a fever.

His breath is coming out in small pants. You hum softly as you rise from the bed. "Where are you going, baby?" Choso whines like a lost puppy as he immediately tries to follow you.

You place a firm hand on his shoulder, preventing him from getting up from the bed. "I'm not going anywhere. Relax, honey. You're running a fever, so I'm going to go get you some medicine." You try to reassure him, but he gives you those puppy-dog eyes and that cute little pout. You know he's just a needy mess right now. "Be right back, promise." You press a quick kiss to his temple before venturing off to the bathroom to look in the medicine cabinet.

With you assortment of brews and potions (warm tea, medicine, and a small bowl of chicken noodle soup), you come back into the bedroom to find Choso helplessly holding your pillow, cuddling it closely to his chest with tears brimming his eyes.

"You must be really feeling bad, honey. Look. I got you some stuff to help you feel better." You mumble softly to him as you crawl into the bed next to him.

"You took forever. I don't think I can live without you when I'm like this, baby. You have to call off work tomorrow." How can you say no to such a pitiful expression? His face is pale with the exception of his poor little nose, which is rosy tint from sniffling.

"Okay, baby. I'll stay home." You respond with a small laugh before he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

"Can we cuddle and watch that show you really like, please?" He asks as his nose nudges at your neck, indulging his desire for your scent. He genuinely can't fathom going without you right now.

"Of course, baby. Whatever you want." You respond as you hand him the medicine and cup of tea. He, of course, makes a disgusted face as he tries to swallow the pills. Poor thing.

The rest of the week is dedicated to nursing poor Choso back to health through the power of kisses, cuddles, head petting, and Love is Blind. By the end of the week, he's back to his slightly-less-needy self..... aaaand you start to feel like shit! He ever so graciously passed his germs on to you.

[kisakunt]

BABY TRAP? LIKE THE MOVIE WITH THE TWINS?

description… you two are meant to be. sealed by fate, star crossed lovers. you’ll keep each other around however you need to.

warnings… dark content! baby trapping! noncon! obviously they’re being baby trapped they say something trying to stop it. consensual sex. full penetrative sex.

a word from the writer… i’ve had this in the drafts for aWHILE. it’s about time. do yall still read dc? i’ll never stop supplying… are we too woke now?!

TRAPS YOU

you’re hot under him, and he’s making that face he always makes right before he cums. it’s like repetition; eyes blanked out, mouth ajar but not fully open, brows furrowed like he’s desperate— and it’s scary.

“baby,” the word is cut in two with how fast he’s going, tease of pain as he hilts into your cervix with every thrust. “baby, you’re not wearing a condom.” your voice is uneasy, shaky from the movement and pleasure and build up. you think, in a way, the way you have sex is unfair. he gives you so much, orgasm after orgasm, rubbing your clit as he drills you to the point you go fucking stupid.

you feel safe with him. sex is sacred with him, no matter how sick it gets. but right now, with your calves pressed into his shoulders, his hands pushing your thighs impossibly back, you feel uneasy.

“baby, baby, pull out.” he gasps, sweat dripping down right near your eyes as a shaky groan escapes him.

“fuck,” a chaste kiss to your forehead, a shakiness in his movements, an unmatched rhythm as he gets closer and closer. “fuck. oh my, god. you feel so fucking good— so fuckin’ good.”

and so does he. but you’re scared.

“you’re gonna make such a good mommy, gonna be such a good mama. gonna— gonna give you my babies. gonna get you pregnant, gonna make you mine.”

“hey, wait,” your hands raise to his chest but he hits that angle that makes your eyes roll and they fall back. it feels so good you almost don’t care. “baby, baby, baby stop. baby, you gotta pull out.”

“you’re gonna be such a good mommy. gonna give you my kids. gonna give you my kids.” and it’s instant. it’s before you can even think— if you could anyway— it’s pressed so deep in you you betray yourself and cum, too.

he places his head to yours, kisses you greedy and whole, and whines into your mouth. it’s him, it’s real, it’s love. but— and you know this— it’s something so wrong.

“did you just…?” and before you can finish your question, he’s regaining his rhythm, fucking his cum into you with a half hard dick. it’s precise, it’s calculated, it’s intention.

he looks at you, eyes wide, breath heavy, and gives you a little grin. “gonna keep fucking you even when you’re pregnant, baby. gonna make sure i can keep you all to myself.”

GOJO, GETO, SUKUNA, YUJI

GETS TRAPPED

your legs hurt. you’ve been on top for all of thirty minutes, which you have no one to blame other than yourself. you love to edge him, love to get him so close and then take it all away from him. you think it gets him a little addicted.

but right now, as he squirms under you, losing every ounce of masculinity he’s ever had, something takes over you.

“gonna cum,” it’s breathless, short and sweet. “oh shit, i’m gonna cum.” you think he must think you’re edging him again. you think he’s expecting you to slow down, stop all together, pick up off him fully for ten or so seconds and then slam back down.

but you pick up the pace, grinding your hips into his, hitting his pelvic bone with your own as your hands grip at his pecs.

“wait, are you—” he falls apart under you, voice failing him, body failing him, hands only finding the strength to grip at your hips. “baby girl, i’m gonna cum.”

it’s melodic, tactile and articulate, a steady flow of bounces while your squelch fills the room.

“sweetheart, you gotta stop.” your right hand lifts from his chest to his mouth, shoving your fingers between his lips while he groans. he’s so easy to you, for you, because of you.

and then you feel it, milk it, relish in it— the way he comes undone at your touch, loses himself deep inside you. you don’t say a word about it, don’t think about it too much as you press your wet fingers to your stomach.

it’s a quiet giggle as reality washes over him. he looks cute, you can’t help but realize, panic and flushed under you. you’re sure of it then; he’s gonna be a sexy dad.

MEGUMI, NANAMI, CHOSO, TOJI

[gojosprettyprincess]

Yeahhhh i def have a type🤗

[nevermeyers]

“When it's your time to go, make sure you're surrounded by others”

[megumiluvv]

One day, Choso is confused when you cancel watching Yuji with no explanation. Usually, there’s a long apology and reasoning, usually a last-minute scheduling issue, but today? Radio silence. After getting his uncle over to watch Yuji, Choso walks next door to check on you, knowing he’ll be late to his nth part-time job.

When you don’t answer the door, he uses the spare key you gave him, and he calls for you. Still, no response.

He gets to your room to see you passed out on your bed, phone in hand with a half-typed explanation to him, and blankets twisting with your legs. Choso picks up your phone, reading the half-typed text with multiple spelling errors, able to make out “ghreq ip” and “um so sprty”, knowing it probably means “threw up” and “I’m so sorry”.

The dark-haired male frowns and shuts off your phone, putting it on the charger and onto your nightstand. He then shuts off your lamps and fixes your blanket. Choso then goes to your kitchen and calls into work, claiming he’s sick and can’t make it to work. He then starts to cook your favorite soup.

You wake up to the smell of food, the feeling of dread instantly occurs, thinking you accidentally cooked something while delirious after throwing up. You scramble out of bed and hurry into the kitchen and find none other than your neighbor cooking soup for you.

“Choso?” You mumble, sleepy and confused, throat hoarse from your earlier vomiting.

“Go back to bed,” he mumbles, not even turning to look at you as he continues to cook. “Actually, try the soup, does it need anything?”

He carefully blows on the spoon to cool the broth and then brings it to your lips. You taste the soup and nod.

“Good.” Is all you manage to say as you watch him cook. It never gets old. Watching how docile and domestic he can be while looking so imposing and menacing.

He lays you back in bed despite your protests, and leaves the room. He quickly returns with a bowl of soup and sits in front of you.

“Here, open up.”

“Nooo, go work, I’ll get you sick,” you mumble.

“Don’t care, open up, I already said I’m not working today.”

“Fiiine…”

He carefully cools each bite of soup for you and spoon feeds you. Choso smiles at your tired, sickly expression.

“Yuji’s with our uncle, if you were wondering,” he mumbles and feeds you, letting you sip your water.

“What was his name again?” You mumble.

“Sukuna. He instantly thought of something inappropriate when I said you cancelled today.”

“Oh god…”

“Yup. Instant smirk on his face.”

“What’d he say?”

“Said that you and I should be more careful.” Choso rolls his eyes at the innuendo left by his uncle’s words.

“He thinks I’m bedridden because… that’s so inappropriate…” It took you a while to get the innuendo, but when it did click, your cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, it is.” He agrees.

He goes back to feeding you instead of continuing the topic.

“Yuji misses you already. He said he wanted to play hide and seek today.”

“Maybe we’ll play next time.”

“I’m off work for the rest of the week.”

“Oh, guess I’ll have to wait til next week, then.”

“Who says my dear neighbor can’t visit any time when they feel better?”

“Right, we’re neighbors, friends, not just babysitter and employer, huh?” You smile, starting to feel better after eating.

“Yeah, we are, aren’t we?” He smiles too, always smiling when he sees yours. “Feel better and the three of us can all play.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m working on feeling better. Give me like, a day or two,” you mumble and lay down.

Choso chuckles and contemplates lying beside you, but doesn’t want your protests about getting him sick. He decides to let you rest and he fixes your covers, then puts up the leftover soup and cleans the dishes, staying quiet so he doesn’t wake you. He could get used to doing small things for you.

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[suguella]

happy one year annivesary to me and @screampied, here’s my gift for you <3

hear my 4am thoughts: ( vegas when i catch you, ur ass has me writing for this dickhead ) it being you and chosos one year anniversary, you both decide to take care of each other !

“y/n, babe” he groans, his hands tangled up in your hair, tugging on it as you run your tongue up and down his length before taking him in fully.

he whimpers from the warmth of your mouth, you bob you head up and down, his cock reaching the back of your throat, he finishes.

“don’t swallow” his lips attach to yours, tasting himself. he spits in your mouth and urges you to swallow which you did. “my turn”

it takes him seconds to partically rip that dress of you, hes on his knees as he opens up your legs. having the perfect view of your pussy, choso makes his way up to your thighs, kissing them.

your hands find his hair, ready to tug at it before choso stopped you, “don’t fucking pull.”

choso only has one mission and that is to devour that pussy of yours.

he sucks on your folds as he inserts a digit, both his finger and tongue do the job of helping you reach your climax. the room filled with nothing but your moans and his groans.

you look down at him, “best anniversary gift?” you could hear his low chuckle “you bet.”

[kekokone]

yuji and choso in another universe:

The fact that both choso and tadashi died in a similar way trying to save their younger brother 😭

[mrsoharaa]

Good morninggg my pretties! 💕😙 Had a cute little cozy dream that Shoko your formal college best friend (she, obviously — majored in medicine while you majored in art), introduces to you to her other two best idiots she grew up with. And immediately, the boys inevitably, falls head over heels for you. You were perfect; you had brains, looks and a gracious sense of morality (which Suguru found so, so attractive about you even more…your luring, big doe eyes being his strong second…Satoru found contentment in your smile and how you carried yourself, your looks were a bonus to him).

So, they have a little “turf war” with you. Trying to see who could make you fall for them more.

Suguru takes you on cute, casually romantic art museums, cozy picnics and laying out under the stars dates, all while Satoru takes you out to fancy restaurants, late night walks on the beach and movie dates. They were sooo sickeningly in love with you, and by the end of the two months of getting to know them, spending so much time with each of them…you couldn’t help but indubitably fall for both of them, just as hard.

And that, was the dilemma you currently found yourself in.

Until they come to a mutual agreement to date them both. Becoming each others safe havens and endearing muses. 💗

[toovaeloe]

I know my answer but I want a public consensus

[ezralva]

Okayy so this pose screams BAD NEWS. Why does it look like he's already running to Yuuji just in time with Sukuna about to fire Divine Flame?? Is he going to jump in front of little brother and takes the fire instead?!

And it's so in-character for him to protect Yuuji till his last point.

It's also strange he suddenly talked a lot in this chapter, explaining his RCT like it's formidable cz he and Yuuji are BM users with Death Paintings constitution... but last time Fuga was said and a special-grade curse died (Jogo)...

What if...at the end of this all, Yuuji wud be the only half-curse and Death Painting alive?

[dollmakima]

posting my jjk headcanons later even though i have not even finished the manga because im too scared to read any more <3

[aleclightofmylifewoodbane]

how are choso stans feeling *collapses* (im choso stans)

yuji catching him im sick.

HES NOT DEAD YET WALK IT OFF CHOSO

[lovelywetdreamer]

I have a fever that is why I'm writing this

Choso is the type of guy who burns himself trying to make it to your chicken noodle soup from scratch.

Choso is type who would be overprotective over you. It just a simple fever but to him you are knocking on Death's door.

Choso will cancel all his plans to stay by your side.

Choso have the bright idea to get rid of your fevers by using more. He holds you so tight to his chest. You have to pry yourself free from him.

Nsfw version of Choso's bright idea: Choso's have your legs on his shoulders, thrusts in and out of you, sliding his tongue down your neck. "Please, please baby let me fuck you better please"

Choso won't goes to sleep until you.

Your hair is a mess, lip dry, snort everywhere, Choso still think you are the most beautiful woman his eyes have laid on.

Choso will bathe you and clean and change out your pj.

Choso will ends up catching your fever. It your turn to take of your man.

Please take care of yourself and don't catch the fever.

[yuwuta]

everybody banding together to talk about the epidemic of multi character three sentence generic smut posts but the real enemy is mile long posts of twitter links that are almost 100% some pale skinny penis jackhammering at the most awkward angle

[im-miss-brightside]

im sick this is literally me right now😀! (jjk season 2 is killing me send help)

🎀｡ﾟ･｡ﾟᐠ( ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ )ᐟ｡ﾟ･｡ﾟ🎀

well anyways…check out my itafushi hunger games au! (yuji will not being seeing his wifey jennifer lawrence sadly)

[megumiluvv]

Hide and seek is always fun when hanging out with Choso and Yuji. Yuji insists he’s the seeker, so it leaves you and Choso to scatter through his apartment and hide where you can.

While Yuji messes up his count to twenty-five, you manage to run into Yuji’s closet, an obvious yet challenging spot for the little boy. A few minutes later, Choso runs into the closet as well and almost turns back until he hears Yuji’s little voice screaming “Ready or not, here I come!”

You panic and pull Choso into the closet with you, leaving little space between the two of you. Choso pulls you closer out of instinct when he hears Yuji nearby. You’re about to talk when he covers your mouth to listen for the little kid, who seems to be searching Choso’s room.

Choso sighs in slight relief at the fact they won’t be caught just yet, his breath lightly fanning across your face. You look up at him and he looks back down at you, both of your cheeks lightly flushing at the realization of how close you two are. You, backed up against the wall, Choso closely against you, chests pressed together and breaths mixing, getting heavy from the lack of space in the tiny closet.

Yuji opens the door to the closet, scaring the both of you as he grins. “Found you both!”

He doesn’t notice how flushed you two are, and smiles as he goes to wait for apples and peanut butter. Choso watches as you try to brush it off and cut Yuji’s apples for his snack. He smiles to himself and watches the domestic scene. To him, it never gets old.

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