#choso show me

[kentocalls]

kamo choso | show me nsfw. spicy and wordy, minors do not interact.

"that's right doll, nothing to be nervous about. it's just us." choso sits like royalty on your beautifully plush reading chair. he's moved it to the foot of the bed. here's a ton of pillows propped behind you, your feet danging at the edge of the bed.

he's home now, no more touring. he may perform at an award show or two, has already convinced your dream designers to dress you like starlight. "everyone will be smitten."' he had said, the voice and ample kisses convincing you to stand beside him.

the fame, the glory, it's none of your thing. you love seeing him perform on stage, love working through song ideas and music with him. the way he plays guitar, the way he commands an audience. he's born to shine, born to adorned.

it's you who grounds him, keeps him sane. he would've lost himself with the industry that would happily gobble him up until he's an empty unsellable shell.

that's why this is important. he needs this, wants this reminder, needs to see how you take care of yourself when he's not around. when he's in beds far away and dreaming of you.

you're happy being his safe space, where he's more than a hot rockstar. where he's clumsy and endearingly curious about everything. where he joins in on your hobbies, you want a garden? he has build six gardening beds in the backyard. you want to save the bees? he's gotten part of his property dedicated to just their revival. you want to try new hair styles? what else has he grown his hair out for?

you're dressed in a scrapped merch idea, the executives said it was too obsecure of a song reference but choso knows it was your favorite from the latest album. it's such a pretty color dancing on your skin.

you pull your legs up, the shirt naturally doing nothing to hide your lower half. per choso's request, you're not wearing any underwear. you lean back into the pillows and exhale. "you look delicious."

that has you chuckling, "kamo choso, you can have a taste you know."

"after." you pout. he scoots the chair closer, you can almost feel his breath on your knees. "how do you start?"

"usually i think of us. the paris stop remember?"

he does. "go on doll, what about paris?"

"you...you were singing piercing even though you weren't supposed to." your hands snake under the tshirt, start to carress, squeezing, teasing as you move slowly. "kept looking right at me."

"it's about you." your blushing from your cheeks to your neck. your body starting to get warm.

"yeah but you didn't sing it like that on the album." he hums, hand reaches out, touches your legs. placing a kiss to the side of your knees, brings your hand down to your pretty pussy.

"someone's eager. i'm not even wet yet."

"oh, so you work yourself messy first?" his voice is deep, he's kissing down your leg, lips finding your belly, chin teasing near your clit.

your body is getting warmer, choso has to remind himself he wanted this. wanted to watch you bring yourself over the edge, wants to see pleasure cascade down your face. wants to immortalize the image in his head.

but you're too sweet, too soft, too willing to indulge him. "let me help you get messy." he's abandoning the chair for a little bit. pulls your shirt higher, lips attach to on nipple as a hand snacks around the other. you're breathing so softely, hand reaching to keep him close. the way he's sucking and grazing with his teeth is definately helping.

when he sits back his hair has fallen free, eyes lidded, he's breathing deep. "show me, what do you do next."

"choso..." you moan, a hand on your sore breast and the other lazyily moving up and down your wet folds, spreading it everywhere. you start to close your eyes.

bring the image of choso singing, the wanton evident in his eyes, what happened directly after the setlist was done. the sheer lust unleashed in the tiny tiny backstage bathroom.

your fingers have worked you up, needy, messy, eager. you need more, you want more. "th...this is where it gets....difficult."

"you're doing so, so well doll." and you are. you are so close but choso is within reach, his lovely fingers, his deep voice, his weight, you need him, you need him. "cho..choso it's not deep enough." you're whining on purpose. bucking your hips up, he's breathing so loud.

"please, please you're here. later, i'll show you later, promise."

fuck the way you melt when his hand reaches your hips. the way your back arches when he slides a finger alongside yours. the hunger in his kiss.

"you're almost there doll, come on. show me."

he pulls his finger out, you're protesting with tears and he bites down on your shoulder. rutting his own hips at the edge of the bed. trying to stall his own need.

you lift up, whatever past good deeds you have done to have this fine man look at you the way he is, talking so sweetly, asking you to be so shameless and show him, bless him with most alluring image. pushes you over, your shaking so hard, he has to keep you steady, towering over you, eyes glues to your face, a knee keeping your legs spread.

you're shaking and tears falling, body plunging itself into the strongest solo orgasm yet. well, almost solo.

"perfect." he's kissing you, pushing two fingers in. it should be too much, but he's here, he's close and you've spent enough nights alone picuting this. "doll, one more, can you give me one more?"

"with you." no guilt over the broken skin on his back with how deep your nails are digging in.

he's humming and musing and moaning your name into your neck. pulls his fingers out and steadies his arms on either side of your head. there's a tiny line of saliva connecting your lips and you reach up to bite at his lower lip. multitasking as your hands make quick work of his bottoms and brush his heavy cock against your wet mess.

"doll, i'm not gonna...please, put it inside." tomorrow, you'll make him beg. tomorrow you'll have more restrain and have him shaking with need.

tonight, you're keeping him close.

[temeyes]

yes,,, show us more skin, king,,,,,,,

[wolke17]

nah I know I’ll never heal from choso’s death, that shit has me traumatized for the rest of my life I’m not kidding

[alukaforyou]

sometimes i think about this txt cover of invitation and... that long haired guy is just choso with his hair down TO ME

[sqtorux]

WARNING: YAP

hey back with small rant!! because came up in my

head when

scrolling on tiktok!! (kinda js feeling hot but im good for now!)

imagine being rlly good friends with yuji like you can hit him has a joke without him yelling or giving you looks, so one day you partner up with him for science project u have make a space diagram "easy" you guys both say it in sync like a twins you decided go to yuji house , because you find his house comfy.. nah you just wanted see his two brothers, sukuna and choso. its wrong liking two people at same time BUT even worse liking your own best friend brother, not like you date them but why do you always turn there way?, why do you always bring them up when no one mentions them?, yuji dosen't know and you think its best he doesn't besides? yuji wouldn't want see you and his brothers together defiantly not

AHAHA, i fell asleep for 3 hrs and woke up being sick is worse thing ever but worth it cause i can be lazy without anyone telling me off

-🐱 anon

yk what would make this even more twisty?? oldest sibling sukuna would probably only look at you as his brother's pesky potential girlfriend bestfriend and middle sibling choso would have a tiny crush on you but considering how close you are to yuji, he'd probably think you two are more compatible.

oldest sibling sukuna would have a girlfriend, a lovely one you can't help but feel a little jealous of. she's so sweet and they're so in love you feel a little bitter seeing them riding off in his motorcycle when you come to visit yuji after school.

middle sibling choso would welcome you into the house and offer you all your favourite snacks leaving you confused and a bit flustered since one of your all time favourite snack is found only in a convenience store far away from their home. he'd keep you company while yuji takes his time to come downstairs and if his hand accidentally brushes against yours while he hands you a mug of your favourite juice, you force yourself to look away and try to hide the red tinting your cheeks all the way to your ears.

youngest sibling and your best friend yuji would observe this scene unfolding on the stairwell. he never thought of his older brother being so giddy, especially for his best friend but he knows how much of a good person you are and if he were to have another potential sister in law, he thinks you'd fit that spot perfectly.

baby did u eat today? rested well? slept well?? i swear being sick makes me so miserable i don't wish that on anybody else. im always hoping for your fast recovery <3 also i LOVEEEE your yaps it gives me a chance to write blurbs fresh out of the anon ask it's so fun ^^

[kezoire]

i’ve been holding off on saying smth about this for a while but with the running pattern of interest + followers increased across my masculine presenting muses ( esp canons ), and struggling to get interactions or follow backs on my main girlie, it’s always resulted in me becoming resentful of the muse that gets more attention. i’d like to avoid that this time around <3 while i don’t expect everyone to follow me across the 293938383 blogs i make or interact w every single muse i have on my multi, if i follow first from ev and she deliberately gets ignored, i will sb on whatever blog we’re mutuals.

[ninawhims]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

yuta and suguru are my favorite jjk characters…i think i have a type

YOU DOOOOOOO YOU DO!!!!!!!! i’m also weak to men defined by their overwhelming devotion don’t worry anon 🫂🫂🫂 this is a safe space!!!!!

[three-cheers-for-green-tea]

As both an FMA and (as of recently) JJK fan I have one thing to say to y'all.

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MILD SPOILERS FOR FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD

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If you're a Nanami girlie, your man growing up was Roy Mustang.

If you're a Gojo girlie, your man growing up was Roy Mustang in the first FMA adaptation.

If you're a Geto girlie, your man growing up was Roy Mustang if no one stopped him from offing Envy. Alternatively, it was Roy Mustang when he found out what had happened to the Elric boys.

If you're an Itadori girlie, your man growing up was Roy Mustang during the Ishval war. I will take no questions at this time.

If you're a Choso girlie, your man growing up was Roy Mustang as soon as he found out about Hughs.

If you're a Toji girlie, your man growing up was Roy Mustang from the fight with Lust.

If you're a Megumi girlie, your man growing up was Colonel Roy Mustang, specifically for the way he treats his subordinates.

If you're a Mahito girlie, your man ain't Roy Mustang... but you have watched Kuroshitsuji. Get help.

[kingofanemptyworld]

I cried more reading BNHA 422 than I did JJK 259, I think I’ve legit become desensitized to people dying in this series

[hermitw]

I fucked up by having a dream that Satoru Gojo was like my dad.

I have written over 100k words in the last 6 months. Most of it going to my first fanfic that's like, a crack taken seriously hentai version of jjk where Hanami, Geto etc get redemption arcs

It's like a polyamorous relationship anarchy thing, with the oc/hanami/satosugu, but now I don't see Gojo as a love interest!! Stay away from my father, guys. He's too old for you, and he's married.

At least it's only one fic, and there's a lot of plot that I'm intimidated by coming up anyway. Maybe I'll get over it.

I also. Had a dream that kenjaku in Geto's body was like my mom. Somehow this does not affect me whatsoever.

Maybe if I have another dream where Gojo and I live together and are like. Romantic partners then it will reset my brain.

[transfemmes]

I am so tempted to watch JJK but I know that's the devil talking

[animekissingblog]

Parents gave me christmas money so here are the figures I ended up getting :3

[schrodingers-romy]

I feel like the world's most petty little bitch <- blocked someone who had an annoying opinion abt a character I like

[eisenyaa]

hyv not showing my wife and im going crazy so here's choso x kaveh

[smoreal]

He stand.