#and i actually did see someone wearing a choso hoodie

[literaila]

Addressing your tags first and foremost because thank goodness. I was beginning to wonder if I was showing up a little too much in your notifs. I'd be embarrassed if I had any shame but I'm a proud lover of your works, what can I say? Catch me reading an update in my bed and hour before work at like 6am. Liked. Reblogged to my sideblog. Framed. Next.

7 years, my goodness. I'll perhaps have to reconsider, gojo is not worth it 😪 I wish I had an appetite for angst like I used to but alas, I can no longer tolerate the feeling of someone reaching inside me to coil my stomach around their calloused hands and rip it out of me. It's just now how I like to spend any random Tuesday, you know? I prefer the cushioning of fluff. But I guess that's personal preferences for you. You do angst well. Just try not to go for my stomach next time~

Old men and philosophy. Put us in a room and we'll be pulling revelations from the sky.

If its already on its way, I shall prepare the shrine. Visits on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Paid entry.

Your puppy sounds like the grudge she holds against gojo is personal. Can't fault her for that tbh, he's definitely done something wrong and she knows it.

This is why people around him are violent. Bless yuuji, still blinded with his admiration (who can blame him)

no i’m almost tempted to plead you for more. tell me about your headaches, tell me if you find a typo in something i’ve typed, tell me if you happen upon a choso hoodie like i do every couple of days, tell me if your flowers die and you have to throw them out. i will take the blandest of crumbs, the smallest of facts. whatever you want, really.

catch me straining at six in the morning to read your asks (not right now, but usually). i genuinely do wake up every hour during the night and check my inbox for messages. and respond half asleep, obviously. it’s an issue, but i have no plans for resolution.

don’t reconsider. i have considered it enough for the both of us, and i will gladly take any pain gojo wants to push on me (with a heavily winded rant, of course. some light scolding).

ah, yes. i personally prefer fake angst in which the characters could not have an issue if they would fess up. real angst? death? pain? no thanks, i’ll take the burden of fluff. believe me, i used to write a lot more angst (someone said to me ‘verity, sometimes people just don’t want to read angst’ and um. yeah true, so i evolved into more fluff ((and overall better writing)) i’ll send your stomach an apology letter, fret not.

put me and any old man in a room and i will find a way to start a fight. it’s simply in my nature.

i just said that money sucks and now i have to pay for entrance fee to my own heart??? fine, i guess, i suppose. i’ve gifted it to you and no takebacksies and all that

i think you mean the grudge she holds against me. literally last time i wrote with her around she immediately came to sit in my lap and typed some outrageous things with her entire body weight. franklin doesn’t understand common courtesy or art (side eyeing me as we speak)

(gojo is always doing something wrong though. we all know it)

real real real. i was thinking about reader and satoru in a room, much too close to each other, and i thought ‘huh, that’s kind of a weird thing to do. even for two grossly pining characters. how realistic is that, chat?’ but then i remembered who i was writing about. (gojo cannot be stopped)

#literally the highlight of my day today #and i actually did see someone wearing a choso hoodie #had to admire from afar cause i’m a wimp #oh well #also got called a ‘yapper’ by my mortal enemy (my brother) when he saw me typing one of these #which is another highlight of course

[chososlilprincess]

pt. 2 of Virgin Choso!! if you havent read the first part read it here and part 3

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Virgin Choso who looks at your abandoned bag in the corner of his small living room. Standing in the little apartment he moved into recently, chewing on his lip anxiously. Should he text you? you’d realize it was gone eventually, and when you give him a call to tell him, he could pretend he hadn’t seen it. It’s not because he doesn’t want to talk to you, the opposite really, but hes scared. He’d probably be weird and act awkward if you two were ever alone, if you came to retrieve your bag from his home.

You and Yuji had been at his apartment earlier that day to help him move his furniture around. He’d heard the doorbell ring and when you had finally ascended to the top floor were he resided, Yuji had given him a brotherly hug, patting his back. And you,

You.

it’s the second time he sees you after he realised what he felt for you, and it’s getting increasingly hard to be around you. Especially when you keep putting on those adorable little outfits. He can’t focus, he can hardly breathe. Yuji, that idiot, knows that fact better than even Choso himself, seeing right through his brother. Which is why the boy had invited you today to help him. To torture Choso, to make him crack.

But Choso wasn’t weak. He could hold his composure. Even when Yuji walks past him and whispers, trying to hold his laugh, “maybe cut back on the staring a little today, she might actually notice this time,”

And now he’s here, all his furniture in the right places, but your bag in the wrong. You’d went to the gym he remembers, which is why you had it with you.

When his phone rings a minute later, his heart starts beating faster, already? he calms down a little when he sees it’s Yuji who’s calling, but his ease is cut short when he answers.

“hello?”

“hi Choso, it’s me,” its you. He can hear people talking and laughing in the background, probably you and Yuji’s new friends from your Jujutsu College. “my phone went out so i borrowed Yuji’s to call you,” you say sweetly, and before you can continue, a voice way louder than yours comes through the line, “she forgot her bag on purpose!!” Yuji shouts from next to you, before someone in the group can shut him up,

“not true…” you say awkwardly and laugh “but uh, is it okay if i come and get it tomorrow after my shift? it’s gonna be a little late though, sorry for the trouble,” he can feel that tugging in his heart, he’s excited to see you again, even if it’s only because of your forgetfulness. “it uh…it is no trouble,” he says quickly,

“thank you Choso…ill see you tomorrow,” and with that you hang up, and Choso is left with the silence of his apartment and the bustle outside of tokyo city.

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He’s sitting on the couch with your bag propped up next to him, did you really leave your bag here on purpose? why would you have done that? did you want to see him too? he sighs, wishful thinking.

He stands up from the couch and the movement makes your unzipped bag fall to the floor with a thud.

He looks to the floor, bends down to put the bag back when-

oh. fuck.

Laying on the ground is your used gym clothes, a big hoodie, some shorts, a top and also…

a pair of your used panties.

he freezes, his dick jumping at the sight alone. Theyre baby blue, with a little white bow on the waistband. fuck. no. don’t.

he picks them up.

He’s only just learned about sex, about relationships and about…pleasuring himself. And he’s already a massive pervert.

what would you think of him if you knew? if you could see him right now? desperately jerking himself off on the couch, whines and groans spilling from his lips, drool sliding down his mouth. your perfect little panties wrapped around his hard cock.

He watches as his pre cum makes a mess in them. he wants to make a mess with you. He wants to see you wearing nothing else than those same panties around him,

he takes them away from his dick and brings them to his nose. And when he breathes in the scent of your pussy, He cums so hard his mind turns blank.

And it hits him when he comes down, that hes disgusting. And your panties are ruined.

how can you make him feel like this. Without any cursed energy. without beating him into the ground. youre just existing, And that fact alone makes him feel so…weak? why does he feel weak?

He decides then that he needs to tell you, Its been building up in his chest for months. He needs to tell you that hes in love with you and that he would do anything for you.

he needs to tell you he wants to bury his face in your little cunt.

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thx to everyone whos been leaving notes<33 part 3 coming!!

#choso kamo x reader #choso kamo smut #choso kamo x you #kamo choso x reader #choso smut #choso fluff #choso x you #choso x reader #choso x female reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #i love him so much

[mana-jjk]

in the college au who all lives together? maki toge yuuta and panda? how do they (maki esp) feel about gojo paying their rent?

omg, hi !! thank you for taking notice of my college au 🥺

living arrangements:

• yuuta, toge, and maki live together in an apartment they rent near the school. none of them have a particularly good home life, so by the time they met, it was an easy decision.

• they rented a three bedroom before yuuta and toge started dating. once yuuta started studying abroad, toge started sleeping in his room when he got particularly stressed. it wasn’t uncommon for maki to crack the door open and see him huddling on his bed, wearing a stolen hoodie, blankly staring ahead. sometimes she’d sit with him, other times she could only drag him to the living room and put his stupid youtubers on

• once yuuta came back and everything got sorted between them, toge just moved into his room permanently. it was essentially his room anyway, his bed had already turned in a source of comfort for him. yuuta will never gain ownership of his hoodies again, and they have a new plushie corner of pandas.

• they turned the extra room into a guest space for when their friends want to stay over. panda probably uses it the most, but he has a good relationship with his adoptive dad, yaga, so he still lives with him at their home.

• nobara eventually starts staying over eventually too, though she immediately takes over maki’s room and becomes an honorary roommate. it’s not too uncommon for maki and yuuta to come home to toge cooking and nobara pouring over designs on the kitchen table.

• yuuji lives in his grandpa’s house with his brothers: choso, kechizu, eso, and maybe sukuna who is being tortured for atonement lol.

• megumi lives with his sister and gojo who loves making fun of him.

• eventually megumi starts staying over at yuuji’s, and eventually they’ll get their own apartment together.

scholarship kids:

• initially maki was okay with the scholarship she received for her skills in the naginata club she was captain in through high school. she didn’t know gojo at the time as anything but someone who recognized her skills, so a full-ride scholarship was game-changing for her with a middle finger to her family who always looked down on her.

• after getting to know him and finding out he was paying the apartment off, she definitely felt like he was treating them as charity cases. it offended her and she confronted him with no small amount of hostility. his sincerity in helping them was off-putting, his comment about needing a lawyer someday even more so. but eventually they settled on an agreement. maki would be sending gojo, who did not tell her the actual rent cost lol, her share. he also doesn’t tell her that he just uses it to increase her scholarship. sometimes stubborn kids just need a little underhandedness to succeed.

• for toge, the scholarship initially made him uncomfortable. he was good at school because he had to be, the scholarship was almost a binding vow that his family taunted him with. yet, gojo paying his rent made him feel immensely guilty. it was to the point where he was ready to back out, but yuuta unashamedly begged him. a pinch of manipulation was involved because the gojo-okkotsu family does not play fair. but all yuuta had to do was open the empty cabinets, look a little helpless, and say ‘i need you,’ before toge was folding. toge still pays him back in meals, every time gojo visits he makes a feast with way too many sweets. but gojo is the closest thing he’s ever had to a savior, the only way he escaped the abuse. even if he can’t say it, a beautiful cake is always waiting for gojo’s arrival.

• yuuta tried to object at first, since technically he wasn’t a scholarship winner, but gojo is honestly too exhausting for him. not having to worry about rent was also a huge relief to all of them so yuuta was also pretty easy to convince. gojo justifies it by saying it’s too lonely to live by yourself and yuuta just can’t argue.

• i think it’s understating it to say that gojo does love these kids. i know his relationship with megumi is highlighted the most but he’s saved so many of them and likely at such a young age. toge and maki especially have always been rejected, and he was likely the first to accept them. he’s their parental figure, even if he might be childish and annoying, those are his kids !!

• he couldn’t protect them in their past life, but at least here, he can finally give them happiness.

adding this here:

• panda is a human !! i headcanon him having vitiligo and a mild pain insensitivity, which made yaga extremely overprotective, hence not moving in with his friends lol

thank you for the question, feel free to send in any more !! 🥺

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk panda #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #nobamaki #college au

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

princess skirts need a hoodie - choso

description: regardless of his reputation, choso makes a promise and attends an event for your job.

word count: 1.14k

a/n: i wanted to write a little something for choso. don't know where this came from, actually i do, it was from the princess diana video where she ran a mother's day race so credit to that event??? idk how that works but yeah, choso is a tough boy with a soft side so yeah. we stan <3

tags: modern!au, protective!choso, chosoxreader, soft!choso, slowburn, eventual romance (p.s- I think i like writing in lowercase. how do we feel about this?)

choso was thankful that the sky decided to rain the night before the event because now, every man and woman (including child) was wearing a hoodie.

all except for you.

somehow, and it nearly gave him a headache to think about, you decided it was a great day to wear a skirt. not too long but it was long enough that it passed your knees, reaching halfway to your lower leg. It was flowy, and he wondered if you were cold at all since mothers next to him complained about the weather. yet, they were wearing sweats. he watched as you high fived a little boy from the other side of the room.when the little boy noticed him staring, he pulled your skirt before pointing his way.

shit, choso felt an ounce of betrayal strike him. he thought the boy would have minded his own business, but he clearly had something to say before you calmed him down, smiled at him, patted his head, and made your way towards him.

“choso!” you beamed, “you came.”

“and you’re not wearing a sweatshirt.” he pointed, “or pants. It’s 52 degrees outside.”

“it’s not that cold.”

“our area is on a freeze warning.” he had a feeling his words wouldn’t work, yet you brushed them off as if they were nothing. You weren’t being rude, but choso thought that maybe you were too eager for the morning to notice the weight of them, then again it was probably him since choso was never a morning person. he had to (literally) drag himself out of bed for the event you so desperately wanted him to attend. the two of you indulged in the fraction of small talk, until a co-worker of yours tapped your shoulder. “we need another parent.” they frowned.

choso knew you worked as a teaching assistant for a children’s program. today, being a cold spring morning, the school still planned to host the mother’s day festival. a race between mothers was in the works and only 8 were at the starting line. as he heard you count the parents out loud, choso realized he had no time to offer you his sweatshirt.you were too fast.

“I’ll go.”

“you’re wearing a skirt.” frowned your co-worker, “I mean, it’s long, but aren’t you cold? plus, you’re not wearing running shoes.”

yes, yes, yes. choso found himself listening, agreeing with your co-worker.

“I can run barefoot.” unbothered, you point, “plus, the grass isn’t wet. I can do it. please, mary, let me do it.” and there was no stopping you, both choso and your co-worker knew. so after her hesitant nod, you were already off, hurrying as choso watched you wave at some parents along the way. one little girl, on your way towards the field, hugged your skirt before you hugged her back affectionately. It seemed like the children really did like you.

choso held his breath as he watched you walk up the starting line. mother’s looked you up and down as they laughed, and choso couldn’t figure out if they were laughing at you or with you because you too laughed. placing a stickered number on your stomach, all the mothers (including you) waited for the signal to begin.

“what a crazy woman that one is.” choso overheard someone from above the bleachers say. he stood still as he knew if he turned, he would see the stranger. “she’s just asking to slip. hell, some of the dads might see her underskirt. not that I’m complaining.” Choso could hear very well that other men (presumably fathers) were snickering. his jaw tightened. was this not a children’s event? Given his occupation, he felt less shame in himself but more shame in the men that frequented these events. the type of men that would think of that, that is.

and for once, he found himself realizing.

he didn’t think of you like that, no. he noticed your lack of a sweatshirt, and while he did notice your skirt, he was worried about you tripping. not of you showing your underskirt. and for that, he felt anger bubble up inside him.

“hey,” he turned, facing the men, “there’s kids here, you know.”

“so what?” the eldest replied. “It’s not like they’re listening anyway.” and as much as he wanted to answer back, the sound of the signal went off; choso’s head snapped back to you. running, he was certain you were scoring at least 5th place, but then you moved up to 4th. a woman wearing a red sweatshirt was currently first before he noticed that a woman in green took her place. when he focused on you, you were nearing second. his breath hitched as people around him cheered, unsure if they were rooting for you or someone else, he imagined them all cheering for you.

he was internally rooting for you.

with force, you ran, raising your knees as your swift steps struck the grass. as you neared the finish line, he knew he couldn’t tell who would win. your lips pressed themselves into a thin line as you pushed yourself even harder, choso watched intently. he was certain you could score second, perhaps first, but before he could settle on a number, his eyes widened as you broke the line. you had passed by a step or two that even he could tell you won.

relief overcame him.

parents around him clapped while children screamed in excitement. they cheered, small voices overpowering those of the adults, choso watched as people high fived you. some children, after you had crossed the side of the field, embraced you. and without a second thought, you got down on your knees before a group of preschoolers drowned you in a hug. choso’s heart felt like someone had squeezed it, pouring out the warmth into his stomach, he exhaled.

“you won.”

“I did.”

he nods. “are you sore?”

“sorry?”

“your feet.” he clarifies. “you were running barefoot.”

“oh.” you look down towards your feet, “no not really. I’m a bit cold, but-”

“here,” without hesitance, choso already has his sweatshirt off, opening it for you to duck under. and without another moment, you pull the material over you.

“It’s warm.” you mutter softly, adjusting the sleeves. “thank you, but what about you?”

“I’m fine.” he says, turning to the field, “so is this what you do on the weekends?”

you nod. somewhere between your words, you find yourself standing next to him shortly before the two of you exit the field side by side. he says something witty, making you laugh and the corner of his lip tugs upwards. he likes this, likes seeing you smile, likes seeing you wear his hoodie, likes seeing you slap a gentle joking hand on his shoulder that he thinks maybe mornings aren’t that bad. he could see himself doing this again.

with you.

#choso supremacy #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #choso #choso drabbles #choso hcs #choso kamo #choso fluff #jjk choso #jjk choso kamo #jujustu kaisen