#CHOSO SIMP HOURS

[lexinympho]

Me trying to pick between Toji's natural born snatched waist and Choso's bricked up frame

[lolitafushiguro]

mom 🥺 i want him 💥😩🤛🏻👩🏻‍🦽

yuki looks so damn hot too oml 🥴🤧

[ohkkotsuu]

𝐈𝐁𝐓 — 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! choso kamo.

ৎ୭ PAIRING: choso kamo x gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used, unspecified anatomy)

ৎ୭ ABOUT: your boyfriend never experienced many things from the normal human world, as a half-curse. he's fully convinced that he needs to be a better boyfriend. so, he'll do his best to be the best for you. he sets some rules to be a boyfriend, a good one.

ৎ୭ CW/TW: SFW. choso is just so sweet i wanna bite him, overprotective behavior (a bit), choso is a simp and he wants to marry you, this is really just him being head over heels for you, choso calls you some petnames, itadori and nobara are mentioned (not as a couple)! fluff. straight up fluff. i just wrote a lot of him being silly about you lololol maybe this will become a series?? with other characters maybe. also, please, if you enjoy it, tell me about it! i would love to interact more with reblogs and comments from you all.

CHOSO never knew what to expect from the future, always being surprised by the violent turns in his life. lose two of his brothers, find a new brother — and certainly, he hadn't expected to have his heart so deeply won by you. nor win yours back. a sweetness of fate after so much sourness, which he hoped to make it last.

so choso became your partner (apparently, a modern term is boyfriend, so that works too). however, he has no idea how to be a good boyfriend. that makes choso resort to the best wingman he knows, an expert in people and relationships — his brother, yuuji itadori.

and it's from there that choso actively engages in what yuuji called “intensive boyfriend training”.

said training consists in watching hours of romantic movies, flipping through cliché books with good male leads, even retorting to reading shojo manga to know how to act romantic. yuuji even enlisted the help of a friend, nobara, so they only have quality content for training. no toxic male leads, no weird unconsensual stuff. only the best examples so he could become the best boyfriend. choso wants to know everything about how a guy should act to be a good boyfriend. after all, you're his world, and you deserve the best and the best only.

curses acquire information from the brain of the vessel they inhabit, but choso himself has no relationship experience. Centuries of his life were focused solely on protecting his siblings, and that is still one of his priorities — but, another priority is also you. he sets down some personal rules to himself, just so he can guide his heart through this whole “being a good boyfriend” thing.

his number one rule is never lie to you. never. doesn't matter the circumstances, choso will absolutely always be truthful and honest with you. relationships are based on trust, love and sharing. you are the person who showed him that there are ways to love someone beyond platonic — and, in return, you'll have his heart and he'll have yours. you are a partner for life in his eyes, and he would trust you with everything.

he's always truthful about things: where he's been, who he's been with, how he's feeling, he doesn't hide anything. choso even overshares every now and then. in his eyes, there is not even a single reason to lie to you. originally, he hesitated at the question of “how are you?” if he wasn't doing alright. choso wanted to be your white knight, the one who could protect you and his brothers without having to be weak. he slowly opened up as he realized it wasn't wrong to be weak. another valuable lesson you taught him.

if he is not feeling well, he will be sincere and say that he is not feeling well. choso will usually asks for what he wants — hold your hand, cuddle, kisses, anything really. he is also very honest when you ask for outfit opinions, for example — he admires how different colors suit you, how different types of fabrics of many different looks adorn your body. you usually need to call him more than once.

“choso.”

“hm? yes, baby?”

his heart skips a beat when he sees your smile. “you're staring. did you like this one?”

unfortunately, his opinion for visuals isn't exactly helpful, per say. he thinks everything look pretty in you, and he'll be very straightforward about it, because it's never about the attires you wear for him, no — you are insanely perfect. you're what makes this clothes pretty, not the opposite. you are what makes his world more worth living.

“I love everything you wear. you look amazing in everything.” the corners of his mouth lift up a bit as he give you the usual lovey-dovey stare.

you giggle a bit, unable to stop yourself from thinking that he's just so cute, staring at you like that. as if you were the moon and the stars. or even more than that.

“thanks, choso, but we've been here for half an hour. I need help to pick an outfit.”

the second rule he sets for himself is to protect you and care for you. he's absolutely never taking you anywhere risky. he'll do anything to be sure you're safe — anything he can. choso is always off guard for you, you make him feel safer than ever. but he's not relaxing about other things.

he would never forgive himself if you were hurt because he's too relaxed. he doesn't always have to be perfect, he knows, but he will still give every last drop of his own blood for your safety and your smile.

he's always keeping an eye out for suspicious people or cursed energy. if any signs of danger appear, he is ready to catch you on his arms, bridal style, and just run away to get you somewhere safe — which has already created some situations that are as embarrassing as they are amusing. another option is him entering on this intimidating mode, if not the immediate fight response.

he also doesn't like curses, even weak ones, around you. he acquired the habit of killing them immediately, being careful not to splash the purple blood of the spirits on you. he also carries around a tissue, either to wipe his face if a drop or two has spilled or to wipe his hand — he would never hold your hand while his is dirty like that. this is his version of “boyfriend who kills bugs for you” (to be fair, he would kill bugs too, if they're bothering you). choso was surprised when he learned that this is something boyfriends do for their partners, watching it on a romance series where a guy kills a bug when his love interest was too scared to do the same.

he's protective, but he's trying to be careful not to scare you or be creepy. he pulls you by your waist, always so gentle, staring daggers at a guy at the mall, scaring him away.

“choso.” he turns his head to you, and his eyes soften immediately. “what are you doing?”

“that man was staring at you.” he says, a bit grumpy. you only giggle and lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek — something that makes his face pink and a soft smile creeps it's way into his expression.

“thank you. but you didn't had to scare him, I know that guy. he's an acquaintance of mine.”

“oh. should I get rid of him?” he asks.

“choso, no, that's not what I meant—”

the third rule is something he made up seeing romantic movies: be a gentleman. he was doing that already, by taking care of you, showing his love, but according to yuuji and nobara, people love when their boyfriend is kind and does stuff for them. which made choso really confused.

“people get..impressed, when their loved ones show affection and minimum care or respect?” he can't really understand it, but if it's what will make him a better boyfriend, he'll become the most cliche of a gentleman.

(he's totally unaware that he is one already, and that no one was expecting him to do more).

so he looks for all kinds of opportunities to do something for you. place your orders in stores if you are too shy to do so, carry your shopping bags for you, put his coat over your shoulders when it's cold.

the “problem” is that it becomes something on a medium-large scale. you don't carry anything around choso, he carries everything for you. even small bags. the only thing with you should be a purse or backpack (if you wear any of those), and even with that he offers to carry it for you.

then there comes a day when you two are walking and choso stops. before you can ask him what's wrong, he picks you up on his arms. you cling to his shoulders with a surprised yelp. one of his arms is under your legs and the other supporting your back like a groom carrying his bride — as he hopes that one day, he will be that to you. and much more.

he just carries you for a few moments more without even complaining. he never complains. he loves carrying you, doing things for you, and you weight nothing to him.

“choso, what are you doing? what was that for?” he looks down at you.

“there was a mud puddle in the way, dear. if you crossed it, you would get your shoes dirty.” he explains nonchalantly, with you still on his arms. he seems ready to put you down, if you ask for it.

you both know he would have you bridal-style on his arms for a whole day if you let him.

hearing your giggle makes his heart flutter. although, one of his eyebrows raise softly.

“choso, we could have just skirted around the puddle.”

“oh.” he hadn't thought of that.

the fourth and final rule is never forget. he should never forget anything about you or involving you. dating anniversary, your birthday, this man has it engraved on his memory. he understands that these are special days not only for human customs, but for him personally — after all, your dating anniversary is a celebration of one of the happiest days of his life. the day you and him became a couple.

he certainly thinks that day would only be surpassed by your future wedding anniversary. but these things can wait. the wedding can wait. he's happy just by being with you.

it memorizes all your preferences, from the simplest to the most complicated. he knows what kind of movies you like, which series you hate, which food you prefer for every situation. he has your favorite brands decorated so he can get those for you. choso memorized all your orders in coffee shops or diners so he can order for you, too. it also learns if you have allergies.

sometimes he can't really believe that humans have such organisms. resist some diseases, but if you eat a tomato being allergic, something like this kill a human? impressive.

if you are in a situation where another person is hanging out with you and they ask for something “wrong”, choso will politely correct them.

“no, actually, they're allergic to those.”

“my partner asked for this, actually.”

people may think he's being arrogant, by correcting everyone about what you want — but what surprises everyone, even you, is that he always get it right. he knows your gift preference: what items you like the most, or, if you like it, handmade gifts. he learns how to do those for you.

with a lot of help from the internet, yuuji and some moral support from nobara, choso sucefully made you a bracelet. he hands it to you carefully, a bit scared that you won't like it. it's one of those bracelets with letters on it, it reads:

“cho loves you”. you look at him, and he seems shy. this is the first time he actually made something instead of buying something.

“ran out of letters, so there was no way to have another S and O.” his tone is a bit apologetical, and his cheeks are pink. “I made it for you.”

before he can say anything else, you pull him for a gentle, sweet kiss. even such lovely action knocks the breath out of his lungs and makes his head spin. your smile when you lean back makes choso think he's in heaven.

“thank you, choso. I loved it, I loved it so much! help me put it on?” you ask with those cute puppy dog eyes.

and of course you could put the bracelet on for yourself, you both know it. but he accepts any excuse to touch you, and you want to see him do it. while he helps you with your new jewelry, it reminds you of the day he slipped a dating ring on your finger.

“done, baby.” he says softly, eyes laying on the bracelet and moving to your hand, where a ring that matches his adorn one of your fingers. his fingertips touches it softly and he smiles, whispering: “I'll marry you someday.”

“what was that, choso?”

“nothing.” he looks away, embarrassed. but in a way, you both know it: it's a promise.

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[sellenite]

Girl you're FEEDING the Choso simps with your cherry blossom series! I love it sm, and I was hoping you could do a fluffy normal!AU?

Maybe Choso can be a TA/Tutor for an upper division college class and Reader is a senior in undergrad. He can tutor her in office hours, they become friends, then eventually hang out once classes are over?

(I'll let you decide if there's NSFW in there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

pairing: TA!Choso x fem!reader contents: fluff, no smut (but implied at end), Choso and reader are both a little shy/awkward word count: 2.9K notes: I thought this idea was so cute, and I had some fluffy ideas for college AU Choso and reader so I hope this is what you were looking for <3 SFW :)

Choso Kamo wasn’t exactly what you would call a “social butterfly.” He never had been much of a talker, even before the twins passed away. But as his undergraduate years floated past him, he had failed to make so much as a single lasting friendship—driven firstly by grief, and second by natural introversion.

When Eso and Kechizu died, Choso had just started his freshman year of college. It was a stupid accident; the two of them driving home from a late football practice—a practice he would have been there to pick them up from if he were home—when they got hit by a drunk driver. They were cruel and pointless deaths, and Choso had a difficult time accepting them.

He didn’t go home after that summer; there was nothing left for him there. His mother had long since forgotten about him, too busy with her new husband and her new family. But he supposed the one good thing his mother’s remarriage gave him was his half-brother, Yuji. Yuji was the only person Choso had left, and he called him almost every week between his graduate studies.

Choso was on a pre-medical track with a specialization in hematology—the subject just seemed to come naturally to him. He felt he owed it to Eso and Kechizu to do something with his life, to help people if he could. It had been hard work—and he had near-permanent circles under his eyes to show for it—but he found an odd comfort in suffocating his misery with never-ending lab assignments and exams. However, his solitary habits left little room for friendships to grow; Choso found most of his undergraduate—and now graduate—nights alone, either with a textbook in hand or on the phone with Yuji. He was envious of his half-brother in a way; making friends always came so naturally to him.

Choso had learned to adapt to his loneliness until he didn’t notice it anymore. So his professor was more than a little shocked when he saw Choso had applied for the teaching assistant position. To be fair, he surprised himself as well, but he was putting himself through college and some financial help was better than none at all. And that was exactly how he had wound up being your Clinical Hematology TA. The laboratory class was known for being difficult, but it was one of the last remaining requirements you needed for your biology degree.

Choso wasn’t the best teacher—you didn’t think anyone would argue against that—but it was obvious he knew his stuff. He never needed notes—let alone the skeletal slideshow projected onto the laboratory whiteboard—when the professor had him lead lectures or experiments, but he was so soft-spoken. The subject of hematology he knew as if it were his closest friend—in an admittedly lonely way—but public speaking was far from his area of expertise. You often found other students zoning out or easily drowning Choso’s voice out with their own quiet chatter.

You followed along the best you could though. Sometimes you found yourself a little confused when Choso’s already-quiet voice would grow more muted, as if he were speaking to himself rather than to an entire class. But you still found yourself listening to Choso diligently. He was charming, in a sad, quiet sort of way you thought. He had an aloofness about him that made him seem somewhat intimidating to you at first; he didn’t talk to anyone unless there was a question, and he didn’t linger for a moment longer after the professor dismissed him at the end of their lectures.

But you felt that was more to him than the cold front he seemed to put up, and every once in a while you could see cracks in his stoic mask. You could see it in the way he sometimes let out a long sigh when he wasn’t needed in class, his deep brown eyes gazing out the window, distantly. The way he always seemed to rub over the same silver ring he always wore on his right hand when he was presenting. The heavy circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in months, half-heartedly covered by smudges of charcoal eyeliner.

Your simple observations began to turn into questions—How old was he? Did he go out on the weekends? Who did he hang out with? What kinds of movies did he like to watch? Did he have a girlfriend?—until (unintentionally) you realized you may have developed more than a small crush on your TA. But you had carried out most of the semester thus far without talking to him, so you doubted anything would change. He was your TA, you were his student; it was best to leave it at that, was it not?

Choso was the TA for your specific class, but there were other graduate students that the professor had to teach in his other time sessions. However (as with most of your other college classes), all TAs had office hours open to students no matter the section they were in. Choso had gotten used to his usually being empty. He didn’t mean to seem cold, or off-putting; it was just in his nature to be quiet. Yet, unfortunately, his modest tendencies led most students to seek help from some of the other, friendlier TAs.

Choso still made sure he was present during all of his office hours, though—it was kind of the job, anyway. But being as he spent most of them alone (sometimes the professor would be present as well), he had started using the time as a dedicated study hour. He found his way to the hematology laboratory and unlocked the door, preparing for yet another hour spent alone in the sterile room. At least there are windows, he thought to himself; he couldn’t remember the last time he had spent more than twenty minutes outside at one time.

But just as he was beginning to pull out his own work, he heard a soft knock at the laboratory door. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked up, almost forgetting from how many sessions he had spent alone that students were supposed to be at these. You opened the door slowly, a little cautiously even, slightly poking your head in. And you couldn’t help the reflexive way in which your eyes slightly widened and a faint blush spread across your cheeks at the sight of Choso sitting alone at the front desk of the classroom.

“Oh! Hi, I’m Y/N… I’m in your Clinical Hematology class…” You started to introduce yourself, feeling more flustered than you had hoped or expected you would be now that you were talking to Choso one-on-one.

“I know,” Choso said back—maybe a little too quickly, he worried. “I mean, I’ve seen you before… You usually sit by the window, right?” He asked you, in that deep yet soft voice of his.

You mentally kicked yourself for the way you felt your heart fall into your stomach as a small smile formed on your lips. He knows me? You thought to yourself as you nodded back to him, stepping into the classroom a little more.

“Yeah, I do,” you smiled warmly at him, recovering some of your nervousness. You watched as Choso slid a notebook back into his backpack.

“Well… Is there anything I can help you with today?” He asked you politely, and you suddenly remembered the reason you had come to office hours in the first place. You felt your cheeks burn slightly and you hoped that Choso (somehow) wouldn’t notice. You nodded again as you swallowed a lump in your throat, sitting down in the chair opposite the teacher’s desk. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty (albeit tired) his eyes were up close, the brown of them so warm that they almost looked red when the light caught them right.

“It’s this upcoming lab report,” you started gently, trying not to get distracted by all of the beautiful details you never had the honor of seeing—the dark purple color on his nails, his long eyelashes, the way the right corner of his mouth tipped up ever-so-slightly as you sat down… You pulled your lab notebook from your backpack, placing it on the table between the two of you. “I have all of my data from the experiment, but the numbers just aren’t adding up…”

Your visit to Choso’s office hours confirmed two of your suspicions: not only was he intelligent, but he was also much kinder than many might assume at first glance. (And he was incredibly beautiful—with particularly nice hands—but there had never been a doubt in your mind if either of those things were true.) He had this gentle way of explaining things, checking in to make sure you understood before he moved on to anything else. It made you feel like he had done this a hundred times, even though you were confident that he didn’t have particularly busy office hours. You had—somewhat ashamedly—only been able to nod along as he explained where the calculations in your data had gone wrong, nervous that if you spoke your voice may waver and reveal that you were harboring a not-so-secretive crush on him.

And when the errors in your calculations revealed that you would need to rerun the experiment again, not only did Choso offer to help you get set up, but to be your stand-in lab partner, too.

 Choso moved around the room with ease, gathering the blood samples and necessary equipment as if he did this every day—which in a way, you supposed he did. He guided you gently, explaining in his soft voice where you had gone wrong, helping you to learn from your mistakes. He was currently looking through a compound microscope at a red blood cell sample, adjusting the magnification to be at the correct level.

“And if you look here…” He began as he lifted his eyes away from the lens, sliding the microscope toward you. “You’ll see the irregularities in the shape of the cell membrane…” You began to lower your eyes to the microscope, moving to place your hand on the side of the base—without bothering to look—when you were met with warm, soft skin, instead of the cold plastic of the instrument. You quickly (although reluctantly) removed your hand from Choso’s with a small gasp.

“Oh, um, I’m so sorry!” You let out a nervous laugh, looking up at Choso bashfully. You gestured to the microscope a little awkwardly. “After you,” you finished as calmly as you could muster, only to wince at yourself when you remembered that Choso didn’t actually need the microscope anymore—he had just been passing it to you.

Choso shook his head and smiled at you as an emotion you had never seen on his stoic face flashed through his eyes; something akin to amusement, or—if you dared—maybe joy. “No, I insist,” he said with the gentlest trace of a smile gracing his lips. Your eyes lingered on each other’s for a moment longer than necessary before you gave a quick nod and a “Thank you,” before you turned back to look through the microscope. Choso cleared his throat as you bent down to rest your eyes against the lens. 

“Um, as I was saying…” Although he would never admit it, he had only realized when your palm faintly rested on the back of his hand how long it had been since he had touched anyone, since anyone had touched him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been hugged, let alone hold someone’s hand or kissed them. He was thankful you had been looking through the microscope after that because he could feel the heat in his cheeks reach a blistering height. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts of you and your touch from his mind the best he could as you straightened up from the lens.

You wrapped up the experiment fairly quickly after that, but the awkward yet sweet moment lingered in both of your minds throughout the rest of the meeting. You helped Choso clean up the lab, returning all of the equipment to their proper homes as you thanked him profusely for helping you. He only nodded, a sincere smile on his face as he assured you it was no issue at all. And before you left he called out to you:

“Don’t be a stranger,” a soft, sheepish smile on his face handsome face.

And a stranger you were not. You started going to Choso’s office hours once a week, under the pretense that you wanted to make sure you were prepared for the professor’s weekly exams. Choso never pointed out that you didn’t actually need his help, and he would “tutor” you for a couple of minutes before the conversation inevitably shifted onto more personal topics.

You found out that Choso had a younger half-brother named Yuji. That he didn’t go out most weekends because he kept himself busy with his studies. That his favorite food was tonkatsu ramen with extra pork, and he liked watching horror movies, something he and Yuji did together a lot. That he used to be afraid of the dark when he was a kid, but he never let it show because then his younger brothers would be scared too. The weeks passed and you grew closer to Choso, exchanging little bits of information about yourself until a genuine friendship had blossomed. He eventually told you about his younger brothers, the twins, Eso and Kechizu. How they passed right after Choso started college, and how their deaths had shaped him—in a sad sort of way—into the man he was now.

You had expressed your sympathy, of course, but there was also a quiet respect you held for Choso after hearing his story. He had seemed so calm, unshakable on the outside. To think he had been dealing with so much pain in secret, and for so many years… You didn’t know whether to cry or commend him for his strength. He had opened up to you more than once that day, also revealing how much he had retreated from the outside world after his brothers’ deaths. And how now, he was embarrassed to admit that he didn’t have very many friends.

“Well, I would argue that one is as good a place to start as any,” you assured him with a bright smile, and Choso’s heart swelled. After that day you invited him to hang out with you for the first time. It was just a few days after Halloween, so why not watch a horror movie together? Choso accepted with a boyish grin that spread slowly across his face, the widest smile you had ever seen grace his lips.

The first time you kissed Choso, you were both a little drunk. You had taken him to one of your friend’s parties, an early celebration to welcome in the approaching holiday season. You and Choso had retreated to the kitchen to take a shot together; your suggestion, as you were secretly looking for the liquid courage to finally make a move. But, ironically enough, Choso had the same thought in mind that night. So when you locked eyes underneath the mistletoe strung from your friend’s ceiling, there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation on either end as your lips met. The kiss tasted faintly of pine—that earthy flavor of gin—and tart cranberries, and your mouths were warm and soft against one another’s. The kiss wasn’t hungry, despite the alcohol—maybe a little sloppier than you normally would have kissed—but it didn’t lack any tenderness. The crushes you harbored for each other had flourished over the last few weeks, and the dreamlike satisfaction of tasting each other’s lips for the first time wasn’t something you wanted to rush.

Your first kiss quickly led to your first official date; a dinner celebration in honor of the completion of the semester for both of you. The first snow was just starting to fall as Choso ushered you onto the crowded subway car with him, exploring the city after your meal. Your cheeks were tinged pink from the cold as you huddled close together, chest-to-chest, giddy off of the feeling of your new relationship. Choso’s large palm found your smaller hands, holding your cold fingers to keep them warm as you strolled through the streets searching for hot chocolate. The snow collected on your lashes as it fell, and Choso stopped you more than a few times to brush gently his fingers across your cheek and tell you how pretty you looked. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way—if he had ever felt this way—about anyone.

“Like an angel,” he said softly, admiring the before he stole a sweet kiss from your smiling lips. The snow fell around you, softly illuminated by the streetlights as he pressed you to the side of a building lining the empty alleyway. You giggled between soft kisses and gentle touches over your winter coats, suddenly unaware of the chill of the air around you. The touches grew needier as your fingers laced into the soft strands of Choso’s hair, his strong body pressing you further against the wall as his hands slid ever so slightly underneath your coat. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, leaning back against the brick as you traced the deep scar that ran over the bridge of his nose—when you asked him he said he had gotten it when he was younger, too long ago to remember. You smiled up at him somewhat mischievously.

“You know what? I just remembered that I have hot chocolate at home…”

[cosmicstarlatte]

The last lines I've written in years were

'As he gazes upon your form frozen in time, he gains his answer. He learns of something new.

Pain; in it’s most pure form, comes from love lost and to never be had again.' 💀

I'm heavy into Obey Me again. Biggest whore for my men in there smh. I play/played some ikemen. There's a few indie otomes/ dating Sims (Our Life & Cinderella Phenomenon). Mystic Messenger, Amnesia, Hakuoki to name some big ones.

My obsessions RN are OM and JJK. I also like TokyoRev bc ooooff future Mikey god dayum. Gojo loml. I'm delulu for funsieesss.

My best friend is my outlet for scenarios so she helps. I also play Genshin Impact. Rip my wallet!!!

- Angst Anon

CHILLS. (A pun? Maybe.)

I already feel sad reading that, imagining one of my poor blorbos going through it. :( ty for the heart ache lmao 😭

Also gotta cut this bc I got sooooo excited:

Ahhh who are your favorites in OM!? ^^

Ive played Ikemen Sengoku & Prince! FOREVER MAD AT HOW UNDERRATED KENNYO IS IN IKESEN!!! UNFORGIVABLE!! THAT OLD MAN IS SEXY & DESERVES TO BE TREATED LIKE A KING!! I'LL BRINGING OUT THE [REDACTED] & [REDACTED] FOR HIM. Ahem. Also huge huge huge fan of Clavis in Ikepri, the most unexpected one i didnt think id love. ♡♡♡

OMG IVE PLAYED OUR LIFE also I'm so so sorry for the caps I'm just really overly excited to meet someone else that played Our Life! ITS SO GOOD & ITS FREE!?!?! But the hours upon hours of content!? The INSANE customization!? FREEEEEEE!!!!!! I was so immersed in that game I pulled an all nighter!! Did they ever come up with DLCs for the other characters!? Omg.

& I vaguely remember Cinderella Phenomenon, I know its downloaded on my laptop but I don't think I actually played it though? I can't remember!!! I played a little bit of mystic messenger but it was too stressful for me, jumin definitely still has my heart though! It's funny bc I was literally looking him up the other day bc I missed his pretty face!

I haven't played the other otomes though!

Ive seen a lot of TokyoRev around but I don't really know what it's about, it seems real popular though!

Anyway it's okay we're all delulu here ♡

*remembers fondly of yesterday when I was talking on main about eating chosos ass*

Im glad your best friend feeds that delulu 😌💕

I haven't played genshin but I definitely simp over a few characters in the fandom 👀 dude fr RIP wallets of otome/mobile game players! 😭

Anyway the jumin pic I saved the other day!

[sungie]

herrow :3 my favorite fanfic trope is the knight and and prince (like the jerza ship if u know what that is!)

- I like it cos tradionally the dynamic would be the male role as the “knightly” position, but it’s endearing and more interesting to see a female fill that role and while the male role becomes the one needed to be saved

(no shame to anyone that likes the traditional dynamic)

Anddddd one thing I like about myself is my need to rid injustices or help people with things they can’t solve alone- my biggest concerns are usually others well-being.

I’m an extreme simp for the male jjk characters 🤤

However if u gave me a female jjk character I would not mind either way!

Ty ❤️

you know what?? i’m really thinking choso with this one <3

i feel like choso takes on so much responsibility to care for and protect his brothers, but while doing so, there’s really no one to look out for him. after meeting you and slowly connecting, being cared for himself is something that nearly brings him to tears. the feeling is so foreign, and warm ,, and is this what it feels like to be loved? old habits die hard, though, and he does finds himself constantly looking out for you. but more often than not, he’s content with finding himself collapsing into your arms while you run your hands through his hair, or smiling so happily as you cup his face, and the peace that comes with having someone to talk to without any pretense. 

choso would marvel at the way you view the world, and he’d be right there with you to help make things better one step at a time. i think you’d be the perfect person to help him readjust to life, and he’s forever grateful. but choso also knows that you tend to take on too much, especially with helping people, so he makes sure that you’re keeping your boundaries and taking time to recharge, too. 

[fightxxmexxshiggy]

ok for your ask game: choso, getou, gojo (if only one character at a time then just choso)

Choso doesn't really do it on purpose. He just can't help but touch you. He always has to remind himself that your real so he tends to rub up and down your thighs sometimes putting his hand in between them to feel your heat.

[mari-the-bimbo]

Hello, once again congratulations with 1k subscribers, you truly deserve it and you are such a talented person. If it isn't much, can I request a Yuuji Itadori headcanon/imagine with a s/o who's a curse? Like this curse is docile and has Nezuko vibes, it doesn't attack him nor does close around him, but they protect and basically is like a cat following him whenever he go

(I wrote this a few hours back but it wasn't sent and I don't know why😅)

Yuuji Itadori x curse! Reader

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: How did I completely not notice this ask? Anyways here you go, enjoy <3

Yuji is absolutely fascinated by you! Don’t worry, he didn’t ever assume you were evil because you’re a curse, he already realised that when he met Choso.

But like I said, he finds everything about you fascinating, he’s always staring at you like you hung the stars whether you’re fighting someone to protect him or just standing there.

He also can’t refrain himself from poking and pinching your cheeks when he realises you’re following him like a cat, you’re supposed to be a curse, why are you so damn cute ??!!

Probably has a giddy smile on his face too, absolutely loving the attention he’s receiving from a cute curse like you.

Also calls you his ‘lil kitten’ when follow him around.

Gets super mad when Sukuna comes on his cheek and tries to order you around just because you’re a curse 😭, he’ll quickly slap the demon away “leave my baby alone!” He shrieks

He’s such a simp for you! If you’re the type of curse who likes sitting in the dark or in abandoned areas, he’ll happily help you find one, then finally sitting down and patting the space next to him with a proud, goofy smile on his face.

Now Yuji knows you’re strong enough to handle yourself since you’re a curse, but he can’t help but still be overprotective of you, knowing other sorcerers may try to attack you -

That’s when you see a different, more serious side to him, whenever a random sorcerer is near, he’ll push you behind him with his eyebrows crossed in focus, ready to attack the sorcerer if they make the wrong move.

Nobody hurts his baby >:(

[solaeter]

can i request any soft casual date headcanons for choso or noritoshi or geto? -akatsukimommy

Soft, Casual Date | Headcanons 

Note: tysm for being my first request! .+:｡(ﾉ･ω･)ﾉﾞ I hope I did these justice, headcanons and I don’t get along because I over think and..it’s a process lmao. I also chose to do all three because I can’t pick between them |ω･)و ̑̑༉

Word Count: 1838

Characters: Choso, Noritoshi Kamo and Suguru Geto

Warning[s]: None aside from possible errors I didn’t bother to check for. 

Request Status: OPEN

↠ There’d be lots of communication, mostly coming from you as the two of you venture about. From shops, food and to culture, you educate Choso while he just is so lost in you. He’s like a puppy, completely in love and hanging onto every word. From how he looks at you, you’d question if he was actually listening. 

↠ A soft casual date with Choso would probably be showing him around Tokyo. This boy will be glued to your side, arms linked together or he’d hold your hand. Regardless, he’s not letting you out of his sight. 

“Did I lose you?” You worried you were babbling on too much and Choso shakes his head. He can’t help himself and admire you, how you knew so much and the level of patience you had for him made his chest tighten. 

“No, continue please.” So polite he is, taking your hand once again as you smile before going into another explanation that leads into a particularly embarrassing story of a past experience. But Choso doesn’t laugh, he is humored, don’t get him wrong, but he pulls you to his side and offers a small bit of comfort. So precious (´•ω•̥`)

↠ After walking around for what feels like forever, you’d drag Choso to a cute little cafe for a chance to sit down and enjoy a snack or drink. 

↠ Choso might feel a little out of his element but having you there is all he needs. So don’t mind him he wears a little frown or looks around curiously. Normal customs are beyond the poor boy though he is quick to catch onto things.

↠ For example, Choso may not like anything in his coffee. So when you look at him with a crinkled nose and a small smile, he’d tilt his head.

“What?”

“Black coffee? I could never.” You stick your tongue in a playfully disgusted manner and if Choso wasn’t in love then, he certainly fell more. You were so cute, innocent and he can’t seem to handle the emotions that swarm him.

↠ Choso.exe has stopped working. 

↠ After the pit stop, the little date would end with Choso seeing you home. He had things to attend to so staying wasn’t a choice unfortunately, but he makes sure to give you one hell of a hug. There’s so much love and he will cherish every moment with you, his actions prove this statement.

↠ Especially when he doesn’t let go immediately, keeping you there and mumbling a goodnight in your ear. It’d have your heart hammering in your chest and if he kisses you, or you to him, you’d both probably be flustered messes.

�� But that’s alright cause neither one of you will forget the feeling and you’d be left at the door to your home, eyes soft and body warm with your phone in hand to plan the next time you get to see Choso.

↠ A soft casual date with Noritoshi would probably be an evening stroll through the park or sitting at home and enjoying one another's company. It’s not about what goes on, but rather the experience, atmosphere and feelings during that moment. Noritoshi is sentimental and it plays into a lot of things that he does. Especially when it comes to you.

↠ If you went for a walk with Noritoshi, just like with Choso, he’s keep you close. Except it might be a hand on the small of your back or loosely holding your hand. The contact is reassuring to him, it lets him know you’re okay even if there’s no danger in sight. 

↠ He also holds these little dates close to his heart considering he’s busy most of the time with sorcerer work and clan duties. So one the off days where he can see you, happiness and a sense of much needed calmness will radiate around him. And it’s obvious to you.

“You seem happy.” You point out while the two of you stand on a bridge overlooking a quiet stream illuminated by the setting sun. One might say the view is right out of a photo and you’d agree. Noritoshi laughs beside you, sounding so free from whatever shackles held him daily.

“Any time with you brings me much joy. It’s a breath of fresh air. Perhaps even an escape from reality.” He’d say so casually despite the sentence being cheesy as hell. You bite your lip and smile, ignoring the light blush dusting your cheeks. Smooth fucker, how dare he ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

Instead of responding because you were lost for words like a fool, you’d hug Noritoshi’s side and enjoy the peaceful view. The contact was all the response he needed, he thrived off of it. 

↠ Noritoshi isn’t opposed to taking you to his home, but he enjoys spending time at yours for a change of scenery. His obligations and duties don’t follow him once inside your humble little abode.

↠ A date can be anything, or so you’ve reassured many times because let’s be honest, Noritoshi doesn’t have the slightest idea on dating. So when you offered to sit at home and ‘chill’, he was completely thrown left field the first time. Now it’s one of his favorite things.

↠ Noritoshi will melt if you let him lay his head on your lap so you can play with his hair. There’s something so, so relaxing about it that he just falls apart over a simple act of affection. Plus you love seeing his content face while you absentmindedly watch tv and chat quietly about the day's events. The domestic atmosphere has your head spinning and mind jumping to thoughts of marriage. You’d bat the thoughts away but you can’t and when you frown, Noritoshi is quick to notice. 

“You okay?” His soothing voice brings you out of your short lived fantasy and you look down at him, noticing the concern despite his eyes never opening. You nod quickly, flashing a reassuring smile.

“Of course! I was just thinking, nothing bad.” You wouldn’t dare admit to thinking about the future that isn’t even certain. Instead of pressing further, Noritoshi brings a hand up to rest along your cheek. His touch was warm and welcoming and you can’t help but nuzzle into the palm of his hand. 

↠ Lovesick fools you both are. 

↠ Noritoshi is attached to you and he knew he was in deep after the first date. Now every moment with you is engraved in his memory, his heart. No matter how simple or quiet or rambunctious, he doesn’t forget. He also makes mental notes to take you out somewhere nice the next time he gets free time. Until then, he relishes in the comfort you bring and the freedom he feels while spending time at your home.

↠ All in all, relaxing at home playing with Noritoshi’s hair after taking a nice walk sure beats going to the movies or staying out into the late hours of the night. You cherish the softness of his face as he lays on you and the way he lets himself be loose around you in private. Nothing can beat the little things. 

↠ A soft casual date with Geto would be getting him out of trouble probably going out to some unhealthy restaurant and eating your weight in a buffet. Why? Geto can eat and will definitely drag you along. Will also make comments like:

“You need to gain some weight [Name], don’t fear the food.” He’s tryna be nice, honestly especially if you are shy or being conservative. But you may or may not take offense to that. So just punch him to shut him up (๑و•̀ω•́)و.

↠ Will talk about anyone and anything. Geto definitely gossip to you about other people that pass by, making up random blurbs that are far fetched or downright dumb. He likes to keep the mood light and fun especially if he just came back from a mission and needed a change of pace. 

↠ Geto is polite in every sense of the way despite his little comments here and there. He holds doors open for you, keeps your hand locked in his and will often bring it up to kiss your knuckles just to wooo you. Only because he knows it works. Every time. 

↠ After dinner, Geto would take you to the top of some building to look at the sky. Why? It’s romantic in his opinion and secondly it’s nice to get away from the crowds and admire the sea of stars while in the presence of the one who so graciously tolerates him.

“You know,” He’d break the silence and look over at you, catching your attention, “I appreciate you for keeping me grounded.” Geto spoke from his heart, referring to the mixed feelings and lingering doubt that covered his heart. The only light that remained was the space you occupied. You blink and sit up on your elbow.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to say it.” He shrugs, flashing you a half smile before pulling you on him for a hug. The two of you would remain like this until lord knows when. Geto wanted to stay like this for as long as possible because soon he wouldn’t have you anymore. 

↠ Which brings us to the new Geto, the monkey hater. If you managed to stay with him through all the shit he did, good on you for being a certified simp! And if you were a non-sorcerer, you are the only ‘monkey’ he tolerates because he loves you so. This bastard will kill anyone for you, even if you’re out on a cute, casual date.

↠ Which would include him taking you out somewhere very nice, like way out of your normal budget. The man loves to impress, always has and always will. 

“Isn’t this a bit..much?” You question, looking at the array of silverware neatly arranged before you. Geto leans forward, his elbow on the table and chin now resting in the palm of his hand. He wore a sly smile, one that was far too relaxed for a cold hearted killer. 

“Not at all.” He reaches with his other hand and takes yours, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. You melt of course, he always managed to take you down, so effortlessly. “You deserve the best.”

“Even if I’m a monkey?” You raise an eyebrow. No one said you agreed with his ideals, but love kept you by his side. Geto laughs, clearly humored. 

“What can I say? I’m a hypocrite out of love.”

(╯°□°）╯︵ (\ . 0 .)\  

↠ As to where you go afterwards, that depends on you cause Geto will take you anywhere. Even though he’s different now, his opinion toward you and how he holds the relationship never changed. If anything, he loves you even more for looking past the monster he became and showing him the love he was scared to lose. 

[angry-geese]

Goose - they/them - 21 - resident choso simp

jjba masterlist - jjk masterlist - rules/byf - requests are open

currently working on:

Blood Ties - editing chapter 50

blood ties masterlist

After Hours - editing chapter 3

After hours masterlist

Recents:

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asks are tagged with goose answers

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[kemakoshume]

big choso simp shit hours // from rakinshio on pinterest

[headofhonnouji]

Random Itadori Yuji Boyfriend Headcannos

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A/n- Y’all it was 2 AM when I started this and this one has been sitting in my brain for TOO DAMN LONG. My first head cannon :) (and my master list ain’t even done)

The reader is black btw <3

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This man is in love with yo fine ass😭

He’s the type to FaceTime you at 3:00 in the morning and you probably think there’s something wrong just for him to say—

“Babe! Just wanted to to see your face and tell you that I love you!🥰”

Nigga it’s 3 am💀

It probably turns into a sleep over because this man does not stop talking so you offer him to come sleep at your place💀

He tries his best to help you on wash days but he’s so confused

“Babe I think I grabbed the wrong shampoo” “Yuji that’s dish soap” (I don’t know why I see this happening💀)

It’s okay tho because he’s giving you support from the sidelines

He loves when you get your nails done

Please let him pick out your nail designs he will cry if you don’t😭

Mans wants to take A LOT of pictures of you and your nails

Speaking of which his camera roll is FILLED with pictures of you during golden hour

He’ll take you out on so many picnic dates just so he can take pictures 😭

Brags about you to the others

“Fushiguro look at this picture of Y/n!” “Kugasaki do you think Y/n would like this?”

Please I know there so fed up with him😭✋🏿

Gojo CONTINUOUSLY calls him a simp I promise you Yuji does not give af

If your a Jujutsu Sorcerer he’ll want to train with you EVERY day

If you stay in the dorm with them every time he sees you he’s gonna hug you

He low key thinks your to good for him baby no 😭

You gotta remind him that you CHOSE [Choso] to go out with him and that you ACTUALLY love him

All in all he’s a dumbass really sweet and affectionate boyfriend that loves you a lot let me have him sis😭

[mightyfloofy]

RATING JJK MEN ON WHETHER I WOULD OR WOULD NOT MARRY THEM AND WHY (there are only those i remember of rn so maybe consider this as a part one)

-SATORU GOJO

2/10

no.

The only two reasons I'd marry this man would be cuz of his 5 trillions credit cards and him being so fine🕺

He's cute too and a dumbass and im usually attracted to dumb men but um this one is straight up a man whore, it's canon🚶‍♀️

plus, i think he'd be more into geto than me, which is understandable.

but i absolutely love the switch/bottom vibes im getting from him. we'd b besties, that's for sure💅

-SUGURU GETO

14/10

yes, definitely. i love this man so much i wanna give him a hug<3

i miss him a lot too :(

i feel like he'd just be so perfect as a husband. very caring and a good listener, he's been thru a lot of shit so im sure he'd be empathetic of others <3

i would brush and braid his hair, make him breakfast, cuddle w him, let him r4il me- <3

BUT i should be a jujustu sorcerer😃🤞

or else, he'd call me a monkey and kill me but idrk if im that against him doing that. if he could kill me by choking, my death would be worth it. absolutely. without hesitation.

-KENTO NANAMI

9/10

yes ofc, HAVE YOU SEEN HIM-

muah, chef's kiss✨

I'd cook him all the sandwiches of the world for the price of MY LIFE if i had to<3

He's sweet, respectful, honest, has rock hard abs, could choke the life outta me with them hands-

buttt i feel like we wouldn't match for some odd reason. like yea, I'd marry him, but i dont think he'd want ME 😃😃😃

i can't be quiet and stay in my place, I'd just bring him more work to do. i would annoy him too, just like gojo does😭✋

also, i already let him be one of my friends' husband cuz she absolutely loves him too so yea, i would like to marry him, but i wont🕺

-TOJI FUSHIGURO

1/10

no. we finna end up giving megumi another sibling-

i simp for this man to the point where it's really unhealthy, but i would not marry him for all the money gojo has hidden in his 35th couch. fr.

he's nice and i like his personality too but no. he's gonna leave me w a kid ik it💀

pls, all i want is to be his worm🕺

or his friend with benefits

the benefits being me being able to enjoy a good time w him (I'll squeeze the life outta dem titties👁️👁️) and him getting money from me for it.

yea, that's about all<3

-CHOSO

1500000+/10

YES OMFG I LOVE HIM SJSJEISHSU😩😩😩😩😩😩

we'd both take care of Itadori and i love that <3

He's absolutely adorable, my heart can take so much-🛐

i would style his hair in a different way everyday, I'd give him lots of smooches and i feel like he'd bake me cookies<3

OMG CHOSO IN AN APRON🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

pls he's just so nice and fine, he's the perfect husby😩

he'd be able to both respect and disrespect in b3d-

I just know he's ripped. I can feel it. 👁️👁️

Probably would tie me up with that blood technique of his (but im not into blood play, just into the bondage his curse technique could bring)

His big brother nature would make him caring too <3

I'd listen to him talking about his brothers and I'd talk about mine :D wholesome moment OvO

That's all the men my brain can think of rn💀✋

Hope you enjoyed my procrastinating <3

I should be doing hwk since 1 hour now... 😃✋

But hey, gotta do what i gotta do 🕺

[hexpea]

Ch. 12 - Rectify

"Choso..." you whispered as he stood from his bed, innocent doe eyes somehow hunting you down despite their fragile look.

You stayed still as he approached you, coarse hand brushing your cheek as his lips met yours. You both knew it was so wrong, but at the same time if felt so right.  The soft warmth of his lips were so inviting, his ashy, smoky scent luring you in like prey to a hunter.  As your emotions became mixed up, you felt a lump of pain form in your throat as you choked back tears. Your mind raced with thoughts. You had no idea if what you were doing was illegal. You wondered what your mother would think if she caught you. You thought about the kind of person he was but then went more to what he'd gone through. It was safe to say that your mind was completely tangled in the unknown.

"We can't," you pulled yourself from him until you were at the threshold of his bedroom door, "you're just high and you'll come to in the morning."

"Y/N..." his voice trailed off, eyes still clearly bloodshot. "I'm not that high anymore," he tried to assure you.

"Sure, but just to be completely positive...I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow..." you mumbled before shutting the door behind you - loneliness seeping in.

With his door shut and all of the lights in the house nearly off, it felt incredibly empty. You leaned against the wall next to his door and fell into a crunch, allowing your head to fall in your hands.  You felt incredibly conflicted. Not only were the previous thoughts flooding your brain, but Mahito did as well.  What the fuck am I doing? I'm in a relationship and I chose to fuck my goddamn brother of all people...

You had to right the wrong. Getting out your phone, you quickly texted your partner - hoping he'd be awake at such an early hour. No sleep for me... You thought.

Just as you hoped, he answered your text right away. You had invited him over, the perfect night to do so seeing as your mother and her new husband would be home the next day. Within the half hour he had shown up at your door, the door to your new home for the first time.

AN: Sorry Mahito simps, this is smut but it's not enjoyable (and not because I hate Mahito, this just needs to happen for the plot. :') ) "This was a pleasant surprise," he smiled, stepping in and removing his shoes, "you really upgraded!"

"Yeah," you giggled, pushing hair behind your ears and blushing, "I figured...it was...time."

"Time?" He questioned, cocking his head slightly. You flattened your expression, his tone indicated he knew exactly what you were talking about. "I'm just kidding," he finally gave up on his poor attempt of an act.

The two of you bolted up the stairs like little kids. You rounded the corner and entered your bedroom, tightly locking the door behind you.

When you turned around, you found Mahito completely naked in all of his chaotic energy. Your eyes widened in shock, a poor attempt to hide your laughter as well. Mahito had his hands proudly on his hips as he stood - already fully erect at that.

"What are you laughing at?" He dropped his arms when the giggles escaped your lips.

"Just you," you shook your head and walked to him, pecking his lips. He smiled through your kiss and the two of you fell back on your bed.

The kiss began intensifying as your clothes began to fall off. He positioned his body above yours, hands flying to your breast - sweet, smooth massages to the spongy flesh. He enjoyed the feeling of your skin pouring in-between his fingers.  His tongue was rough like sandpaper against yours. His long, gray hair fell in your face and you had to run your fingers through it to keep it away. It was soft and silky, something that surprised you - it seemed he had a perfect hair regimen.

Without your permission, your mind began to compare.  His body was cool against yours unlike how Choso's soft skin felt warm to the touch - as if he had  such a strong desire for you that he couldn't contain it. Choso's willing submissiveness kept things interesting whereas Mahito's general, vanilla approach was dull and rather boring.

"This your first time, yeah?" Mahito asked through your kiss.

"Mhm," you easily lied, faking deep, throaty breaths to sound interested in what he had to give.

"I'll be gentle, then," he whispered, pressing his lips to yours through a grin.

With the two of you now completely naked, Mahito's hand traveled down your body from your breast. His fingers began to fondle your folds, twisting and meshing with the slightly moistened flesh. A body is a body and eventually you became wet from just the stimulation though you couldn't help but admit to yourself that you were completely, utterly unenthused. You were hating how your body wasn't as accepting of him like it was supposed to.  As you became wetter, he slipped two of his digits into your center. He kept them straight and began attempting to go as deep as he could, clearly pressing against your cervix which gave no pleasure - just pain. Your mind traveled to Choso who expertly curled and scissored inside of you, reaching that spot you loved so much.

"Let's keep things moving," you whispered, reaching for his hand to remove it and then used the same hand to grab the side of his waist to bring his length closer to you.

"Alright," he smiled at you, pulling himself from the bed.

He then grabbed your legs with both hands and pulled your body to the edge of the bed. You watched carefully as he lined up with your entrance and slowly pushed his tip through your lips.  You dropped your head back on the mattress and closed your eyes. Your hands fell flat next to your head, limply grasping at the sheets to make Mahito feel good about what he was doing. Your little moans also helped add to this though you felt your acting wasn't very good. The only thing that kept your body going was pretending that he was Choso though he wasn't performing as well.  His thrusts were dry and uneven, barely hitting the spot. When you glanced at his expression he seemed to be having the time of his life which was your goal. This was all for you to mentally make up for what you did the night prior.

"Harder," you whispered, forcing yourself to arch your back to indicate that some kind of pleasure was happening.

His eyes flashed up to meet yours, a confused look on his face.

"But...I don't want to hurt you," he furrowed his brow as he continued thrusting. You weren't playing up to the cute, little virgin. He was becoming suspicious.

"Trust me," you whispered again, leaning forward slightly to reach his thighs as if to encourage the pace.

"Whatever you want, baby," he grinned, quickly picking up the pace and slamming into your body.

This did give you stimulation. You squeaked genuinely as his cock thundered into you. You felt your slightly moist sex become wetter with the feeling as it was reminiscent of the night prior.  Mahito was clearly reaching his edge as well as his facial expression had it written as clear as day. You had to cover your mouth to keep the moans from becoming louder than they should be. You were surprised that you were finally feeling something, but it didn't last long as Mahito forced himself out of you.

He plopped his length on your lower abdomen, grunting loudly as his sticky cum coated your flesh.  He was breathing heavily as he reached over to your tissue box that sat on the nightstand. He wiped you clean and helped you up. The two of you silently dressed and wound up side-by-side, staring at one another in the darkness as you tried to find sleep.

"That wasn't your first time, was it?" He asked suddenly. You could barely see him through the dark room.

"No," you admitted.

"Who was your first then? I thought you told me everything!" He whined in a whisper.

"It was...a while ago," you answered. Yeah, a while...as in less than twenty-four hours ago. "No one you know."

"We went to high school together, I doubt that," he scoffed. Your eyes widened as you struggled to keep your lie going.

"It was when I was out of town...like a one night stand thing. I really wish it would have been romantic," you continued, your tone not as convincing as you'd like it to be. "I don't even count it, so..."

"Sure," Mahito accepted, though his own acting wasn't very good either. "I'm still glad you invited me over." His voice was soft as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

"Me too," you gave a close-lipped smile though it was likely he couldn't see it.

The two of you then drifted into a deep slumber, waking in the afternoon as expected. Your mother and Noritoshi were expected to be home around dinner time for the plans they had made.

You and Mahito made your way downstairs to the kitchen for some brunch. Eso and Kechizu were happily enjoying their own meal - talking away, and civilly for once, too. Choso was standing in front of the microwave, shirtless and with his hair down, face clean of any makeup.  He turned around to look at you entering the room only to be surprised by a yawning, stretching Mahito who entered through the archway with you. His expression crunched up as if he desperately wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut as you raided the fridge.

"Not much," you mumbled to Mahito who stood behind you, "that's what happens when the parents are gone for two weeks. There's only so much to go around and...little brothers are...hungry," you glanced at your gluttonous siblings who were munching away at their food, speaking loudly with their mouth open as younger brothers would do.

You settled on some leftover pizza that was ordered two days ago. You and Mahito sat down at the table with your brothers, eating the cold slices.  Choso, who had also joined you, was sitting across from you watching Mahito with a grimace on his face. He was leaving his food untouched as if your boyfriend's presence made him nauseous.

"You good?" Mahito asked Choso with his mouth full. "You're staring for quite some time."

"Yeah, 'm good," Choso mumbled, finally picking at his food. "When did you get here?"

Mahito looked at you for confirmation as he answered, "like, three thirty...four-ish?" That answer stunned Choso for a moment. He angrily glanced at you when he realized that it was as if you asked him to come directly after you helped put him to bed. You blushed and placed a hand on your forehead to shield your vision.

"That's enough of that," you begged, taking a bite of your cold slice.

You finished your lunch in silence and send Mahito on his way. As you shut the front door behind him, Choso stood there with his arms crossed - now dressed for the day with his usual get up.

"What?" You shook your head at him annoyingly and walked past him, bumping into his shoulder with attitude. You simply didn't want anything to do with what he had to say at that moment.

"Why was he here?" He asked with hostility as you sat down on the couch and began scrolling through your phone. Mindless television played on the flat screen in front of you.

"Why do you think?" You scoffed, ignoring his presence as he stood in front of you.

"He's cheating on you," Choso repeated what he noted a few weeks prior. "He's just using you. Why can't you see that?!"

"I told you, you've no proof. When you get a clear picture of proof, then I'll believe you," you noted with pride in your voice.

"Ugh," he breathed out heavily, "Y/N...I genuinely just don't want to see you get hurt."

"It doesn't seem that way," you looked up at him with a smile. It was as if you two had switched. You were now getting on his nerves.

"I don't care what you think it seems to be like," he shook his head, "don't come crying to me when he hurts you."

"Fine," you shrugged as he sat down next to you. He took in a deep breath to cool down from the slight argument.

"Are you ready for tonight's dinner?" He asked you, lolling his head in your direction - attitude now completely changed with Mahito gone.

"I guess so," you mumbled, "I guess I'll actually get to spend time with your dad. I've only ever seen him at the breakfast table after doing my mom," you shivered in disgust.

"You're not missing out on anything," Choso muttered, shivering with you at the idea. "Either way, your mom's sweet. Like I said, I'm sure this is all her idea for some sort of family bonding."

"Maybe we'll get somewhere with your dad, then?" You sounded a bit hopeful, but Choso rolled his eyes.

"Never...he's only ever been proud of his other son, the...one I don't...talk about," he said hesitantly.

"Noritoshi?" You asked.

"How did you know?" He crinkled his brow in confusion.

"Akari told me yesterday at the party," you looked at him with sympathy, "she called him 'daddy's dream son.'"

"Sounds about right," he scoffed, turning his attention back to the television and crossed his arms, "kid's always gotten straight A's, has no bad record, is talented...all that stuff. Dad praises the fuck out of him. You've got his old room while he's in Kyoto."

"Ah," you nodded, not realizing. "What's your birth order anyway?"

"Well..." Choso took the time to think about it. It was likely not easy counting ten brothers. (AN: since we don't know the other cursed womb death painting names, I just made them up. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) "It was me...then Noritoshi, who I'd like to note was the product of an affair and is a half-brother," he shivered saying his name, "then Eso was born that same year, Youkai," he began using his fingers to count, "Akuma and Satsujin, Daiou, Hitokabe and Ukigi, and lastly Kechizu. Then there's Yuji as you know, but he's not my father's son."

"That's...hard to keep track of," you tried to calculate in your head. You swore you heard two sets of twins in there, but couldn't say for sure.

"It is," he chuckled for a moment and then his face fell into sadness. "I've been quite lost without them."

"I'm sorry," you said, nearly whispering and unsure how to deal with his mourning, "can I know what happened? It's just so weird for so many to...pass away." Choso took another moment to think.

"Yeah," he noted, "if I'm remembering correctly Akuma was the first to pass. The most recent was Ukigi who died last fall." His voice was low as he spoke of his brothers. "It all happened the same way...Dad told us that it was some genetic disease of the blood. For all Eso, Kechizu, and I know...we could have it, too, and it could come for us at any time. It starts with a bloody nose or vomiting. Usually once symptoms show it's too late."

"That's...terrifying," you swallowed hard, just thinking of what such a disease might entail. You had never heard of anything like it.

"Yeah...he's never told us what it is and he's never taken us for any genetic testing," he bit the inside of his mouth awkwardly, "well then! Enough of the sad talk!"

"Yeah," you agreed smiling carefully, "tell me about your dad's restaurant."

After hearing such things you only wanted positive talk for the rest of the day. The talk really cheered Choso up as he droned on about happy memories of childhood before things fell apart.  When your parents came home, the house was in a frenzy. You all assisted in bringing in their luggage from the airport escort van. For once, it felt like you were all family.

[flyingcookierambles]

choso my beloved (lol)

so ive been reblogging choso propaganda on my main so i really like him a lot if you couldnt tell already lol.

and like. ive been thinking about it recently and also thinking about family/found family in chainsaw man and stuff and i realized one of the reasons i really like choso lol

so.

he’s just. a good brother who looks out for his younger siblings. like that’s it lmao. the bar is literally so low, a guy with basic decency to his family members shows up and is nice and i turned into the biggest simp lol!

seriously. there’s that annoying trend of older brothers (and fathers) in anime that are just. jerks. like, sometimes for no reason too lol. notable ones that come to my mind right now are like.

sesshomaru

itachi uchiha

byakuya kuchiki

dabi/touya todoroki

knives (technically he and vash are twins iirc but still. a jerk lol)

then there are like brothers that are good and semi-realistic and care about their siblings, like tanjiro kamado or the brothers from laughing in the clouds.

but like. i think a difference between choso and the other “good” bros is that normal guys like tanjiro grew up together and have an already existing familiar bond from spending time together their entire lives, so it’s pretty much expected that they care for each other.

MEANWHILE. Choso, the greatest nii-chan, literally has only known yuuji itadori for like. 1 day. a few hours at most honestly. sensed that they are brothers thru his blood sense stuff. and immediately, literally in the middle of battle during the end of the shinjuku arc, his family instinct kicked in and he was just suddenly. “oh shit i gotta protect this kid because he is my little brother, even tho he’s technically a jujutsu sorcerer who is an enemy.” he even asked yuuji to call him nii-chan when yuuji was literally “who tf are you?????”

this is just. so hilarious to me.

and so nice to read since im so tired of eldest siblings just being abusive jerks or being weirdos in anime lololol. i myself am an eldest child with 2 younger siblings so some of things he said did hit me too lol.

and it continues in like 134-current 143, with choso literally telling naoya that he’s a loser for being disrespectful to his older brothers and family in general and stuff. then says that eldest siblings have a duty to protect and be role models for their younger siblings. and then proceeds to beat him up lol.  

[fightxxmexxshiggy]

choso? poor dudes underrated.

He is actually super shy and not used to it so he only ever let's you suck on the head and a few inches for a couple of minutes before he pulls you up and goes down on you like a fuck pro.